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eggbirdshi · 1 year

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photo not mine // 18+ only // smut // i’m new here so bear with me pls T.T

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Attack on Titan - Levi Ackerman Fanfiction (Smut/18+)

It was a beautiful day in February, windy but not too cold type of air. The spring is about to end and people in the university are already talking about what to do in their summer vacation—planning on where and when they will have a get together in their department before completely taking their vacation for themselves. Y/N on the other side was not really planning on going to their department get together and was thinking if she’s going home or just staying in her apartment like what she always does and just continuing working. She was not the type of person to hang out with a bunch of people, partying here, partying there but that doesn’t mean she knows nothing about stuff like that. For her, she was just a normal girl who enjoyed solitude, though she was not a silent nor shy type either—she was your typical girl that will actually talk if ever you approach her. She has an approachable vibe and a kind look that’s why everyone in the class likes her and they see her as a good friend

In terms of studying, you can consider Y/N to be smart but not too intelligent. She is studious and an average student but you cannot say that she actually loves studying, she just thought that she has to even though it’s really depressing for her.

While daydreaming, the bell rang causing her to flinch and to look around, seeing the students going inside the classroom signaling that lunch break is over. She then realized that she did not have the chance to go out. She scolded herself for zoning out and now she needs to cut the next subject so that she can have her lunch. Cutting classes was not really new to her but it just happens when she needs to have a nap. Basically she has a part time job and sometimes she really needs some time off and a few more minutes to rest.

Before the professor could even step out of the office, she stormed out of the room with her bag clutched on her right arm while trying to run for her life. In panic, she just ran upstairs to hide on the rooftop since it was also a really good spot for hiding but not recommended once the principal starts his rounds. She was really getting exhausted and was about to pass out but thank the universe that she already reached the door knob before it even happened and when she finally got herself on the other side of the door, she saw one of her classmates, having a serious talk with probably his gang or what.

“Are you up for tonight’s session, Levi?” she really doesn’t want to eavesdrop but she’s already there and she can’t just leave knowing that the principal was already taking his rounds around the building. The least thing she wanted to happen was to get caught and to go to detention.

“I don’t really know, Hange. You know I have to pass the special exam that they gave me because I was failing. That professor really gets on my nerves and I know she just wants to see me in her office even though I was not really failing. That bitch” when she heard what her classmate had said, her eyes widened and all she wanted to happen was for someone to notice her and maybe they could stop talking like that about the professors.

“Oh? Hi pretty girl. What brings you here? I’m Eren. Are you here to cut class too?” She was not sure if she wanted to shake his hand and just casually introduce herself too but she didn't want to look rude or something so she just grabbed his hand slowly and smiled.

“I’m Y/N” she muttered then she looked at her classmate, Levi, not wanting to have eye contact with this Eren guy because he was cheekily smiling so close in her face that it made her uncomfortable for a bit.

“Come on, Eren. Don’t scare the cute girl. By the way, I'm Sasha. You can stay here for as long as you want” she then smiled at Sasha and Eren let go of her hand, automatically draped his arms around Sasha’s shoulders.

“Hey Erwin! Come here for a sec” it was Levi, who is simply looking tired of all the things that is happening and they stepped out of the circle to probably talk about something and come back immediately with the Erwin guy smiling over to Eren and whispering something to him.

“Okay captain boss leader Levi, we’re out. We just want you to know that you can still go to our session later tonight if you ever changed your mind” Eren stated and held Sasha out of the rooftop together with Erwin and Hange, bickering about being scared or something that became inaudible.

With Y/N who does not know what to do next, she just walked over to the bench not even sparing Levi a glance and she just took out the bread inside her bag which happens to be there a few days ago that she was really thankful for. She did not have a plan when she decided to cut class and she can’t just go to the canteen to buy food so the small bread can suffice her hunger since it has already passed lunch.

“Fancy seeing the kind girl cut class. Any reason?” she was surprised that Levi even gave her attention. Most likely, their scenario was just accidentally looking at each other here and there whenever they have a chance. Levi was just always sleeping on his desk with a towel covering the whole table, maybe to avoid dust or something.

“I zoned out the whole lunch, if that’s even possible, and I just snuck out to eat but unfortunately I can’t just go to the cafeteria and get caught, so I’m here with my small bread to eat. Too dumb to think for an escape without a plan” she then let out a small chuckle and Levi can’t help but to smirk so he just sat next to her.

“You know what? I did not know that you could do such a thing. Cutting classes? Your face doesn’t really suit it, you know? But then cutting classes is fun too. No teacher with their boring point, right?” even though Y/N was kind of enjoying the conversation, she still couldn’t expect Levi to talk like that. With his dark aura and lazy eyes, it’s saying that you should not talk to him but it’s not really like that.

While Y/N was looking at Levi, the guy suddenly grabbed her to the back of the unused board on the side with her bag clinging on his shoulders.

What just happened? She thought and she poked out his head to look at the door being opened by someone and her eyes widened to see a security guard looking around. When and how did he know that someone was coming up on the rooftop? Or was she really that preoccupied and just zoned out staring at Levi? In her panic, she immediately hid her head again and surprisingly hit Levi’s chest. The scent immediately filled her nose, lingering around her. The smell of fainted men’s perfume and a mix of his white buttoned up shirt with obviously perfect ironed scent and his natural masculine smell. She expected his smell to be like that but she was shocked to know it even though it was just a guess.

“You keep on spacing out, you know?” with that, she turned her head up to look at Levi and her eyes met his. His sharp features and dark eyes that’s really mesmerizing was staring in her soul and she doesn’t know why she can’t break it but instead she wanted more than that. She just wanted to stay there forever if it’s Levi we’re talking about. What the hell did this guy do to her?

Her mind was more surprised when Levi was slowly closing the gap between them and she almost swore out loud but she just waited for something to happen and the next thing she knew, Levi was attacking her with an aggressive kiss and it processed in her head first before even realizing that Levi was kissing a dead fish. That’s when she kissed back and her arms automatically draped around the guy’s neck, letting him grab and squeeze one of her boobs, not really minding what is happening. Knowing that they are classmates in one of their subjects, she already gave Levi her trust. Then suddenly she was moved to the guy’s lap putting his hand on her waist to guide her and to also put pressure on his semi-hard dick. She was also feeling good that she just initiated to move herself, grinding on him slowly hearing a small grunt from Levi in between the kiss and she was turned on because of that. Suddenly, hearing more moans from him became her goal as of now.

She could feel herself getting wet under and Levi was surprised that Y/N knows what she’s doing. So instead of just ending everything with a hot make-out session, Levi already gave in and he trailed kisses on her jaw moving slowly down to her neck giving her a not so visible hickeys causing Y/N to throw her head up to give Levi the full access to her neck and that’s when he realized that he was attacking her soft spot because of the fact that a moan escaped Y/N’s mouth.

“Do you want to go further?” you can hear from Levi’s voice that he was already taking everything as a yes but he does not want to just fuck the “kind girl” in his class without actually asking for permission and that caused Y/N to blush. He was really asking her that despite letting him grab her boobs and her butt? Was that even a no? “Oh come on, just do whatever you fucking want, Levi”

Levi chuckled a little and Y/N’s heart was about to explode hearing that but then she squealed when Levi carried her, once again attacking her lips while walking towards the table and he carefully sat Y/N on top of it, still not breaking the kiss away. Levi’s hand then sneakily went inside her shirt swiftly unclasping her bra and immediately grabbed her boobs underneath and Y/N shivered when she felt his cold hands on her skin. “Bite your shirt. Let me see your beautiful body” Y/N melted with his low bedroom voice and she obeyed immediately, pulling her shirt up, revealing his boobs that Levi immediately sucked while playing on the other one.

She could not hold her moans anymore so she just let it out and Levi was actually enjoying it. While busy feeling Levi’s tongue circling around his nipples, she gasped when the guy spat on his hand slipping it inside her skirt and underwear, rubbing his clit for a moment and successfully inserted one of his fingers inside. She unexpectedly moaned loudly and her mind was just filled with pleasure and Levi, and Levi and pleasure. She was drunk with their whole situation and honestly speaking, Levi was really making her feel good and she liked it. No, she loved it.

“Come on, stop teasing. Just do it, Levi” the guy was surprised that Y/N even knows how to amuse him so with his mouth still on her boob, he slid down her undies and raised her skirt, feeling the air that sent shivers all over her body. Y/N was getting a little impatient so she just made the move, unbuckling Levi’s pants swiftly taking his hard dick out and she was surprised to see that Levi was actually a healthy man. She then grabbed his fully erect member and she pumped it up and down causing the guy to groan. She was good at this, was all Levi could think about so he grabbed Y/N’s hand to stop her. “Stop. I can’t cum yet”

Y/N smirked at what Levi had said and he immediately positioned Y/N, spreading her legs that made her flustered. She then covered her face as she was embarrassed to show his everything to Levi but to her surprise, Levi slowly laid her down the table. “You are beautiful, Y/N” he whispered and she slowly entered the tip of his dick inside her while sucking her neck trying to distract her. “It’s okay you can move now”

Levi then took the signal and he slowly thrusted in and out, causing Y/N to let out a loud moan, throwing her head back while crazily enjoying Levi’s dick inside her. He fastened his pace as he saw that Y/N was no longer in pain but in pleasure. He then grabbed Y/N’s legs to maintain their position while ramming inside her as he was also groaning so loud and they did not care anymore if anyone might catch them in this state. Y/N was no longer in her right state of mind, skin slapping and hard groans was the only thing she could hear. “Levi” she was a moaning mess and she could already feel her limit as she was feeling the knot on her stomach and she came before Levi but the boy did not stop thrusting inside her and that it caused her body to shake under him. Levi then took out his dick and pumped it a few times and he moaned out her name, cumming all over Y/N’s stomach. He laid down on her for a moment, catching his breath as she kissed Y/N on the lips before taking his handkerchief out of his pocket.

Y/N then grabbed her bag and took out her wet wipes, wiping her stomach even before Levi could clean her with his handkerchief. “It’s okay. I am ready, you know” then she slipped her undies up even though she’s still wobbly and all Levi could do was to help her sit on the bench. Levi was all silent, holding his handkerchief, wiping his hands non stop, but then he realized what just happened, he chuckled and looked at Y/N. “Was not expecting that from you but I enjoyed it”

Y/N blushed at his words and she also chuckled, “Who would’ve known that we’ll be in this state right now and worst, in the school rooftop”

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makingfanfictionstosleep · 1 year

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No Regrets

He has never been this interested in others, except for the people relying on him. But you, you were different. He is not sure if it's because of how you masked your pain and trauma, how you kept on moving forward with a fake smile on your pretty face, how you tried to still have hope that his shitty captain would just leave you alone in peace when it was clear as a day that he has no intentions of letting you go. And he has this unhealthy obsession with broken things as he is one. The kids underground who he took in were, too, not that he wasn't also a kid when he took them in. He just couldn't help himself but get drawn to you and your beautiful brokenness.

AOT - not mine. Plot & Imagination - mine. Disclaimer : This may be triggering, mentions of abuse. Also, rated M for a reason.

Levi Ackerman x OCFem

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screpa · 1 year

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Portraits for Levi

Summary:

It was the first death anniversary of Isabel and Furlan. You knew Levi would only reject your effort of comforting him. You found the portraits you once sketched for Isabel and Furlan. Could this be your way to gain Levi's friendship?

Tags: Mature, Levi x femreader, Levi x you, light angst, fluff, heartwarming, dealing with loss, reader insert, femreader, y/n.

Read on AO3 or here ^^ up to you...

It was the first anniversary of Isabel and Furlan’s death. You knew that it would be an emotionally excruciating day for Levi.You knew the late Isabel and Furlan personally as they and Levi entered the Survey Regiment at the same time as you. It wasn’t difficult to befriend them, whereas Levi was a different matter entirely. You just couldn’t get more than a ‘tsk’ whenever you greeted him.

You were there when the Erwin found Levi covered with titan’s blood, Isabel and Furlan’s mangled bodied lying nearby. The gruesome sight terrorised your thoughts for months to come. You tried to approach him to give him some comfort, but, as expected, he roughly pushed you away. You kept a distance as you didn’t want to push him further.

The love and care that Isabel and Furlan had for Levi made you continue to watch him from afar with worry, even a year after that dreadful day had passed.

You opened your notebook to find a portrait of Isabel and Furlan that you did. You remembered the day when they saw you sketching some birds in the courtyard. Isabel excitedly asked you if you could draw their faces. Isabel’s cheerful laugh gave you the confidence to try. You sketched them that day and spent the following days to perfect them. You showed them the finished portraits. Isabel begged you for it but you took the portraits away from them.

'It’s for me to keep them so I could look at them whenever I need some joy in my life,’ you said to them with a smile. Isabel pouted. Furlan rolled his eyes. But they let you keep them.

You couldn’t believe that you forgot all about these precious treasures.

You carefully ripped the edge of the papers from the notebook. You tidied the edges and folded them carefully into a small envelope. You ran out of your dorm room trying to find Levi. He was difficult to locate, so you had to muster the courage to go to Commander Erwin to ask.

You found the Commander sitting with the other captains in the mess hall. ‘C-commander. I know it’s not my place to ask you for information. But, I- I- uhm, I don’t know who else to ask and th- this is important,’ you looked down to the front of your boots as you asked him.

‘Go on, cadet Y/N,’ he asked in a firm yet kind voice. You were surprised that he remembered your name.

‘Would you please point me to where Squad Leader Levi is? I have something for him.’ And you continued with a solemn whisper, ‘related to this sorrowful day’.

He smiled and told you where you could find him. You thanked him and hurriedly go toward the location.

You found Levi sitting on his own with his back on two stones. Some wildflowers scattered on the ground. It was a spot he built to commemorate his beloved friends.

You silently went to him. Afraid of him noticing your presence, as it could mean that he would push you away. You were right. You were 10 metres away from him when he saw you with eyes glinted with rage.

Before he could say anything, you put your two palms up and told him, ‘I’m not here to disturb or say anything to you. I just want to give you portraits of Isabel and Furlan. You may keep or throw them away. I will just put them here’.

You squatted and put the envelope on the ground. You picked a small stone that was heavy enough to keep the envelope from flying. Then without a word you ran away from him. Afraid of his anger, but, most of all, wanting him to mourn in peace.

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You didn’t see him that whole day. He wasn’t around the day after either. You could only look for him every time you entered a room. You were consumed with worry but you couldn’t do anything about it.

You were relieved when you saw him sitting by the Commander at the mess hall one day. He looked sunken, but he seemed like his usual gloomy self.

Good, you thought, good enough for now.

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One night, you went to the deserted mess hall to do some work. Hange asked you to sketch the two titans you both saw in the last mini expedition. They thought that it’d be a great idea to document them. Not only their physical appearance, but also their behaviour. It was a great challenge for you as an artist.

You hated the library at night as it was cold, damp and dark. The mess hall was better choice because of the heat that was left from having hundreds of bodies huddled together. If you take the oil lamp to the table, you could see your work just fine.

You sat at one of the long tables, diving yourself into your drawing while making notes to whatever that came into your mind.

You heard the sound of shuffling feet. Who in the world would wander around the mess hall at midnight. You had the authorization from Hange to be out of the dorm this late. Who would roam around in the dark?

You suddenly remembered the ghost story Hange told by the campfire.

‘The sound of dragging feet across the room, breaking the silence with its swosh… swosh…’ you recalled Hange’s opening scene. It wasn’t scary at all when you heard it that time. Hange’s voice was too comforting to strike fear on you. Besides, the pale faces of the other cadets were too funny to see.

But now, you remembered Hange’s story in detail, embellished with your own overly creative imagination.

‘I’m a cadet of a Survey Regiment. I have a handful of kill counts and many more assists. I am not afraid of a ghost!’ You told yourself with the hope of going braver with every words. You readied yourself. You thought of striking fear to whatever it was that was coming toward you. As it drew nearer you jumped off the bench and attempted to stab it with your blunt pencil.

Only too miss.

The presence instinctively shifted its body weight a bit to avoid you. So you fell flat on your face, onto the cold stone floor.

That’d gotta hurt tomorrow, you thought. You wished the floor would swallow you whole as you realized who that presence was. You stayed sprawling on the floor out of embarrassment.

You were relieved when he walked away. But to your horror you heard his approaching steps again and he took the seat opposite you.

Damn it!

‘Pretending to be unconscious doesn’t make that faulty move of yours less comical,’ he said with a bored voice.

You pushed yourself up, tidied up your hair and adjusted your clothes while saying, ‘well at least I finally got the chance to amuse you’. You got back to your seat opposite him. Daring yourself to look at him square in the eye.

You tried to hide your embarrassment by looking pouty instead. You knew that this look wouldn’t work on this grouchy man, although other hotblooded male cadets would definitely see that as a welcoming sign to flirt with you.

As you had expected, the cute expression didn’t affect him in the slightest as he said, ‘tomorrow I’ll show you how to do that properly’.

‘I look forward to it,’ you said sarcastically.

‘I’ll wait for you in the training ground at 5 am sharp. Go to bed then,’ he told you as he pushed himself out of the bench.

You let out an exasperated sigh as you kicked yourself in the head. You knew better to not use irony on him! Now you only have 4 hours of precious sleep. You dropped your head on the table as he walked away.

After a couple steps, he stopped. Turned around and said, ‘thank you for the portraits’.

You lifted your head to look at him. You were surprised that he took the portraits and, most of all, thanked you for it! You never heard him uttered those words to anyone.

Then you saw him tapping one of the front pockets of his pants, signalling that the portraits were there. You saw a hint of curled lips. With that, he walked away.

You just stared at him in awe. You waited until you were sure he was out of sight, then you let out a childish yelp of happiness.

‘You see that Isabel, Furlan? Now he can look at your beautiful faces whenever he needed some joy in his life’ you said as you thought of your late friends.

You went back to your dorm with butterflies, flowers and sunshine in your heart. You went to bed smiling.

But, of course, the dreadful training caused a dent to your positive mood. It took you hours to master the move up to half of his expectation. You had to miss breakfast and felt hangry until lunch.

But it was all worth it…

This story is part the "Detours to Your Heart" series, comprises of stories of YOR friendship and slow burn romance with Levi Ackerman. You build many interesting relationships with other AOT characters, such as ambiguous friendship/ romance with Hange Zoe, a whirlwind romance with Bertolt Hoover, sibling-like relationship with Jean Kirstein, and many more!

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alleviate-ao3 · 1 year

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i just noticed i reached 100 followers on here! thank you all sm !!

I'm so sorry for the really late update. I'm making time to work on the chapter, but until then here's a mini sneak peek (also fyi it really feels like all i write in this fic are sex scenes lol) :

minors dni!! swearing; belly bulge

“Fuck,” Levi exhaled in a strangled whine, resting his chest against your back, propping a hand against the wall, and draping his arm around you to steady himself. He rammed so far deep he could feel the tip bulging your stomach. “Oh fuck.”

He slid his palm around you, sensing the bulge on your belly suck back in and push out every time he thrusted. He groaned against you. The hand resting on the wall grabbed one of yours, the grip of his arm squeezing so you wouldn’t lose balance.

“Feel that?” He murmured against your ear as he placed your palm on top of the bump, his hand on top of yours and his fingers lacing through the webs between your digits.

— Hour of Need on ao3 (Explicit)

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gothgril69 · 1 year

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Helsinki — levi ackerman/reader (posted to ao3)

minors / ageless blogs / blank blogs - do not interact

tags : alternateuniverse!cyberpunk, you're a netrunner, levi is a corpo, fixer kenny, levi makes you cum with your clothes on, top!leviackerman, protective!leviackerman, soft!leviackerman, gentledom!leviackerman, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, claiming, creampie, smut, technically a sad ending, i cried

word count : 9.2k

summary : Levi rescues you from your bad situation with your fixer Kenny. You just didn't expect to fall in love with him.

Helsinki: the one place on earth the nuclear war didn't reach.

The first time Levi sees you is on the subway on his way to work. He can’t take his eyes off you; the way the black bodysuit you’re wearing clings to your skin, the way your thigh high boots squeeze your thighs just right. But that’s not what captures his attention most – you’re pickpocketing people.

He can’t spot any chrome on you, but you do have an undercut and he immediately pins that you’re a Netrunner. It doesn’t make sense why you would be pickpocketing people if you were. He watches you work, silently walking by unsuspecting people as you grab something out of their pockets, even sometimes ejecting their chipware if they’re oblivious enough. He hopes you’re not brave enough to come near him, but he wouldn’t blame you if you tried.

You seem daring enough to approach someone who appears to be a regular corpo minding his business on his way to work, but Levi is anything but. He remembers being in your position a few years ago, only owing his success now to Erwin after he got caught trying to eject his chip with no chrome to help him out. Erwin had spun around immediately, using his Gorilla Arm to pick up Levi like he was a rag doll before he could even get the chip out.

Now he was on his way to work for the man.

You make a sudden move that catches Levi’s attention. You’re moving to get off the subway and he ignores his urge to follow you, to see what you’re going to do with everything you’ve stolen, but he remains in place – he has work.

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You hop out of the subway doors, landing on the platform and pushing your way through the crowd of people waiting to get on. It was a busy travel day – perfect for looting to sell to the big guy. Managing to snag a couple chips should ensure that he’s happy with you, that he won’t skimp out on the eddies he owes you so you can actually pay rent this month.

You look around before sneaking through a back alley to avoid the cameras all over the streets. This is one of the only dark zones you know of and it just so happens to be where Kenny is located and waiting for you. You slip through the metal door after scanning your wrist, ensuring you’re not being followed.

“About time you damn brat,” Kenny rasps from the other room. You roll your eyes, ignoring the attitude you always receive when you know he’ll be happy to see you anyway.

“Managed to snag a couple chips,” you state, emptying your pockets on the table in the middle of the room. A couple chips, some corpo wallets they still carry around, and some small knives you managed to grab off of one guy. Kenny comes up behind you, placing his hands on your hips so your ass is rubbing against his crotch – you refrain from kicking him in the balls, used to how handsy he gets when you visit.

“You really earned it this time, doll,” he rasps in your ear, tucking a strand of your hair behind as he does.

“You owe me five thousand eddies, Kenny,” you state, turning around to face him. He puts his hands on the table behind you, closing you in his arms like a cage.

“You’re gettin’ greedy now, aren’t ya?” He smirks down at you, his face merely inches away from your own as his Kiroshi Optic Eye stares back at you.

“It’s just what you promised,” you state plainly, managing to hide the attitude that wants to creep forward so badly.

He sighs and backs off of you – you release a quiet breath you didn’t realize you were holding. He turns around and rummages through a metal bin in the corner of the room, but you can’t tell what he’s looking for.

“I got a new Netdriver for you,” Kenny states. You internally groan, knowing immediately where this is headed. “Arasaka Mark Four. You know this shit is hard to get.” He turns around to face you, a small red chip between his fingers like he’s holding a cigarette. “I’ll give you four and you’ll do some netrunning for me to get two more.”

“Kenny,” you groan, “I need the five eddies now. I got rent to pay you bastard.”

“You hardly brought me anything. It’d be two if those chips weren’t sittin’ there,” he drawls.

You clench and unclench your jaw, relenting and stomping over to Kenny. You snatch the chip from between his fingers. “Let’s get this shit over with.” You ignore the dirty smirk on his face and walk to his back room where he’s got his set up, three monitors staring you in the face and a chair for you to lie on while he hooks you up. “You should be paying me more for this shit,” you snap at him and lay down on the chair with a scowl directed his way.

“We both know you ain’t goin’ nowhere,” he laughs.

You don’t comment on how wrong he is. You’re going to get the hell out of Night City if it’s the last thing you do and Kenny will burn without you. He slides his wheeled stool behind you and pops the chip into your neck where your hair is usually laying and lifts up the panel where your undercut is to hardwire you in. Your eyes gloss over when you connect, and you sink into darkness.

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Levi sees you again on the same subway two weeks later, but this time you’re focused on getting chips and he assumes your fixer wasn’t too happy with your loot last time. You’re being quicker about it and simply ejecting them as you walk by without lingering as much as you did last time. It looks like you’ve got some kind of device in your wrist that lets you hover over their neck and pull it out without even trying. He doesn’t recognize it, something from the streets that wasn’t around a few years back and definitely nothing Militech rated.

You still haven’t made a move on him and he wonders if you’ve even noticed him or if you’ve determined he’s not worth the risk since he’s an obvious corpo. His tailored black suit and polished dress shoes give it away, along with his crisp undercut that he always keeps styled the way he likes it. Levi has always been this way; clean and polished. It’s helped him more times than he can count when he was running like you.

The subway stops and you’re moving to get out again – this time Levi follows you. He can’t ignore the urge after seeing you a second time and calls Erwin as he’s stepping off.

“Levi?” Erwin answers immediately – Levi rarely calls.

“I’m going to be late. Something came up,” he doesn’t bother with an excuse, too focused on keeping an eye on you. You’re wearing a black cropped jacket today and you’ve put the hood over your head, hiding your features, but he’s already observed you enough to remember your intriguing appearance.

“You okay?” Levi hears shuffling on the other line, assuming Erwin is packing his stuff in case he needs help.

“I’m good. Don’t interrupt your own shit. I’ll be there soon.” Levi hangs up the phone before he can respond.

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You’re practically running at this point. You’ve gained the attention of a fucking corpo and he’s on your ass – he thinks he’s being stealthy, but you feel like he’s breathing down your neck. Your hood is up, hiding the Arasaka chip Kenny had left in your neck and you’re trying your best to act as if the man behind you isn’t freaking you the fuck out.

You spot an alleyway that you know has a blind spot and make an abrupt turn, hoping he’ll follow you inside. You spin around when you feel his presence close in, a dagger gripped in your hand. He stops in place as soon as you spin around and raise your dagger in attempts to press it against his neck and question him, but he quickly blocks it with his arm, your dagger coming into contact with metal – he’s got chrome, and he’s smart enough to fucking hide it.

You drop your dagger into your other hand and flip it so you can try and slash at him, causing your hood to fall back onto your shoulders as he grabs your wrist so hard the dagger drops to the ground.

“Stop,” he grits out, squeezing both of your wrists and looking at you with a dark rage in his eyes.

You stop struggling, realizing your own strength is hopeless to whatever chrome he has going on underneath that suit. “Why are you following me?” you snap, eyebrows furrowed with anger.

“I just wanna talk,” he supplies unhelpfully.

“Why should I talk to some corpo scum?” you scoff at him. He’s still holding your wrists painfully hard – you know you’ll bruise, but you keep your expression vexed.

“Who’s your fixer?” he ignores your insult, instead scowling when you start struggling again.

“Let me go, you fucking gonk,” you spit at him. You try to hide your surprise when he actually does, stumbling back slightly with wide eyes and looking up at him.

“I know you’re not a fucking joytoy, and you sure as hell aren’t a weefle,” he states as he crosses his arms and stares you down. “So who the hell is your fixer?”

“Why the hell do you care?” You cross your arms defiantly – you’ll die before you rat Kenny out, or else you’ll be dead anyway. “You don’t look like you work for Arasaka, and it’s definitely not Militech, so who the fuck are you?”

He ignores your questions again – you’re getting really tired of that. “You’ve been chippin’ people on that subway since two weeks ago. Just give me his handle – not like I know where every fixer in this city is.”

You stare him down. He’s clearly not a normal corpo – he has too many skills to be one – and he’s been watching you without you even realizing it. For all you know he could know where Kenny is anyway. “What’s your name?” you ask instead, avoiding his question now. If he wants you to trust him you’re going to need a hell of a lot more information.

“Levi,” he states plainly, without hesitation. “Yours?”

You’re quiet for a moment. “Ace.” Nobody calls you by your real name anymore anyway.

Levi pauses for a moment. “Ace. If you don’t want to tell me who your fixer is then come with me instead.”

“Now I know you’re fucking delusional,” you laugh. “You think he won’t have my head for missing one of my meetings? I’m already late because of you.”

“Fine. I’ll give you five thousand eddies to meet me at Riot tonight,” he promises.

You can’t help it when your jaw drops. “I’m not a member, if you haven’t guessed already, and five thousand eddies is a little fucking ridiculous just for me to meet you there. What’s the catch?”

“No catch,” he smirks at you. “I’ll send twenty-five-hundred now and you’ll get the second half when I see you there – plus whatever you want to drink or eat, on me.”

You scowl at him and press on the chip in your neck, sending your information to him so he can send you the money as you shove past him. Worst case, you get some eddies and you don’t have to do any netrunning today for Kenny and you just won’t show up to collect the rest.

“I’ll see you tonight,” he tells you as you round the corner and go into the streets.

—

It’s stupid, really. You shouldn’t even be entertaining Levi’s request of meeting him at Riot, a snobby bar practically made just for the corpo nightlife, but at least it was a public location with decent security.

You debated it all day in your tiny box apartment, sitting on your window sill and staring at all the city lights and advertisements that seem to flash nonstop. Five thousand eddies was a lot for you. It would take care of your rent for a month and you’ve already paid this month’s so you were guaranteed at least another here. You didn’t have to netrun for Kenny today and even though he looked at you with such skepticism in his eyes when you turned him down, he simply shrugged and told you he’d get his second best to do it – apparently there’s no one that could ever replace you.

Now here you were, walking down the streets on your way to Riot with a long, black trench coat over the outfit you decided to wear tonight. A tight fitting, black sleeveless cropped top hugs your torso, it’s collar flipped down and pressed thanks to the extra money you could spare because of Levi. Your black leather pants cling to your body, flattering every curve and making your ass look great once you would inevitably take your coat off. You paired it with a pair of heels and hoped you looked like you could pass for a corpo’s hot date tonight.

You spot him immediately. Levi is leaning against the wall right next to Riot, not even bothering with standing in the long line by the entrance. He’s more casual instead of his usual full suit, but he still wears a tailored black dress shirt that’s tucked into black slacks, motorcycle boots on instead of those polished dress shoes. He looks handsome now that he isn’t trying to fight and question you, and you feel butterflies in your stomach from your anxiety when he looks up from his phone at you.

“You clean up well,” he comments as soon as you approach him.

“Bold of you to assume I usually don’t” you sass back.

“Bold of you to assume I didn’t already know,” he rebuttals. “Take the compliment.” He holds out his arm for you to take after pushing himself off the wall.

You hesitate before you slip your arm through his and he guides you to the bouncer at the door. He doesn’t even speak, he just simply moves to the side and allows Levi to pass through with you on his arm as if it were nothing.

The interior of Riot is dim, only atmospheric lighting allowing you to see the stage and the bar where Levi is guiding you. You fit in decently enough with the outfit you decided to wear tonight as you glance around at all the corpos that are talking too loudly and drinking too much to even bother sparing you a look. You feel so out of place; the posh atmosphere is much different from the clubs you’re used to.

Levi leads you to a table in the very back corner of the bar where a large man with blonde hair and striking blue eyes is waiting for you, eyeing you up as the two of you walk. “You fuckin’ set me up,” you hiss into Levi’s ear. You should have been smarter about this, you should have had someone scope out the area before you arrived, but how would you have known this man would be someone Levi knew. Fuck. You fucked up.

“I didn’t. Relax,” Levi mutters back to you. He releases his hold on your arm and instead wraps his arm around your waist, pressing his fingers into your hip as you approach the table. What the fuck is he playing at right now?

“Ah, Levi,” the blonde man greets from the table. A waitress drops off three glasses of champagne, and one neat glass of scotch. She smiles sweetly at him as she lets him know what she’s brought. “I see this is our guest. Please, take a seat. I got your usual.”

Levi has you slide into the booth first, much to your dismay, and slides in after you, reaching for the glass of scotch on the table and holding the glass by the rim. He slides you the glass of champagne and you switch it out for a different one, only accepting to drink it since you watched the waitress place them down.

The man takes a sip of his own, so you do the same once you see it’s safe. “Smart girl,” he praises, “but we would never do that to you. Clearly, Levi hasn’t been very upfront with you.”

“He hasn’t told me shit,” you snap.

He looks at you with an amused expression, and then at Levi. “Well, I can see why you were drawn to her.”

“Get on with it Erwin,” Levi sneers. Erwin. You weren’t expecting so much hostility from Levi to be directed at him.

“Alright,” Erwin sighs and turns back to you. “Levi wants to help you out. Get you out of that shit situation you’re in just like I did for Levi a few years back.” Your jaw goes slack, falling open and looking over at Levi. “I see he didn’t get that far. Never mind that, that’s his business. The point is that you’re probably working for some scumbag fixer and you need out before you’re dead on the street somewhere.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, and then Levi. Their assumptions of you are right, that you do this just to survive, but you’re damn good at what you do and you’ll be out of here before you’re dead.

“We’re not asking you to work for us, if that’s what you’re thinking,” Levi supplies.

“What do you want me to do?” you ask skeptically. You’ve noticed not a single person has wandered back here for a nearby table and it makes you wonder just how much influence a man like Erwin must have.

“Nothing. Levi will take care of you, I’ll provide him with a little extra ED’s, and you’ll be out of your shithole apartment and taken care of.”

You scoff. “Why the hell would you do that? What’s in it for you?” You’re sitting there with your arms crossed, drink untouched now and on the defensive. This is too good to be true – nothing comes without a catch.

“Levi says you’re a netrunner, and clearly a good one if you haven’t been kicked out on the street by your fixer. If you decide you want to work for me I’ll take it, but if not then you can just live your life.” Erwin is looking at you with such unwavering confidence it almost makes you angry. He’s assuming you’ll just accept his proposal.

“What the fuck do you get for it?” You nod your head towards Levi. Erwin stands from the table, capturing your attention for a moment as he excuses himself before you snap your head back to Levi.

“You remind me of myself,” he bluntly states. “You don’t look like you do this because you enjoy it. You look like you’re waiting for the best break of your life to approach you every time you get off that subway.”

“I can’t accept this,” you mutter. “My fixer will kill me. This makes no sense.”

“Who’s your fixer? Give me a handle and I’ll help you,” Levi promises. You’re looking into his eyes now, flitting back and forth and searching for any dishonesty in them. They’re a warm grey, pupils large with the dim lighting of Riot illuminating his features, and you can’t see a single speck of insincerity in them.

“‘The Ripper’,” you mutter to Levi.

—

Levi’s eyes go wide, looking at you with disbelief. Of course you would be working for Kenny. The one man Levi hoped he would never have to see again in his life is the man that’s holding you hostage as a netrunner for him. He doesn’t know what to do, but he knows Erwin will – he knows he can do at least something to help you, but once you go against Kenny you’ll have to be in hiding so he doesn’t flatline you.

“You work for Kenny,” Levi states, furrowing his eyebrows.

Your eyes widen as you look back at him. “How..?”

“Same fixer. He’s uh–” He clears his throat, ashamed to admit it. “He’s my uncle. The bastard is a fucking gonk and will use you until you’re dead.”

“I know,” you mumble and reach for your glass of champagne, downing it in one go. Levi does the same with his scotch.

“I’ll get you out of there,” Levi states and settles a hand on your thigh, you bristle slightly before relaxing into his touch. “Erwin will know what to do.”

—

You’re running. You’re running as fast as you can with three chromed out guys following right on your tail through the streets of the city that Kenny sent after you. You knew he wouldn’t take the news lightly; that his best netrunner was going solo and that you didn’t need his eddies anymore.

Levi told you to meet him down the street as soon as you broke the news and that’s where you were running now, pushing through the crowds of people and getting cussed out as you did. You spot him at the end of the street next to a barricade for construction and you feel like you could cry from relief. He revs his motorcycle once you're close and tosses you the extra helmet he brought and you climb on the back, throwing on the helmet over your head and frantically rushing to hold onto his waist as he peels off.

You’re hugging him so tight as he speeds down the street you almost feel bad, but you can’t help but rest your head on his back as you catch your breath. He places a hand over yours that’s on his abdomen, rubbing his thumb back and forth. His voice sounds in your helmet, “Kenny’s goons?”

“He didn’t exactly approve of his best netrunner leaving,” you tell him, slightly panting from running. “He doesn’t know you’re involved. Can’t imagine the reaction if he did.”

“Good. You got your important shit from your apartment?”

“Yeah,” you sigh and lift your head off of his back to look around – you’re headed into the city center. “You really live the high life now, don’t you?”

“It’s safe,” is all he replies with, removing his hand to place it the handle of his bike again to shift gears and speed up. Kenny’s guys are long gone, but who knows how many eyes and ears the man has.

Levi pulls up in front of one of the biggest buildings in Night City and turns into the underground parking garage to park. He turns his bike off and removes his helmet and you don’t realize you haven’t let go until he’s using his own hands to coax yours off of his abdomen. “We’re here. You’re safe,” he practically coos. Levi gets off his motorcycle after kicking the kick stand out and helps you off, removing your helmet once you’re standing.

His hair is ruffled and out of place compared to the last time you saw him, cheeks flushed from the helmet pressing into them. He sets down the helmets on his bike and reaches out to your face to brush off the stray hairs that plastered themselves there, feather light fingers softly grazing your skin. He nods his head towards the door behind him and grabs your hand to guide you through the doorway – there’s an elevator inside. Levi scans his wrist to summon the elevator, not letting go of your hand once.

The elevator ride takes about five seconds before you’re on the top floor of the building – a penthouse suite. You keep your composure despite feeling like a sewer rat inside of his perfect apartment. There’s a loft area right above the entrance and a decent size kitchen to your right with the living space on your left that’s been placed on a sunken floor. It’s immaculately clean and slightly industrial with wood accenting the dark metals.

“I only have one bed, but I don’t sleep much so it’s all yours,” Levi suggests as he takes his shoes off at the entrance and moves to walk up the stairs. You do the same, removing your thigh high boots and revealing your bare legs and small socks. He looks you up and down for a moment, so fast you almost miss it, and begins climbing the stairs – you’re quick to follow. “I’m sure you want a shower,” he starts, “I’m not sure how many clothes you brought, but I have something you might want to change into.”

“Yeah, that’d be nice. Thanks,” you say softly once you step onto the second floor with him.

“Showers in there.” He points to the only doorway on the second floor. “Use whatevers in there if you don’t have anything, and then uh… Come have a drink with me when you’re done.”

“Okay,” you squeak out. You feel like an intrusion on Levi’s personal space. You’re still trying to rack your brain on why he would do this for you.

He pulls a drawer out from under his platform bed and pulls out a black shirt and a pair of black boxers from a different drawer – you feel bad that you’ll be wearing his under garments. “These should fit you.” He hands you the clothing and begins to make his way down the stairs.

“Thank you,” you mutter softly.

—

Levi can’t seem to figure you out still. One moment you’re putting up a fight, practically snapping at him with razor sharp teeth, and the next you’re timid and shy, speaking to him with such softness he can barely hear you. He pours himself a glass of scotch as he waits for you to shower and wishes he could make you feel more comfortable.

It’s only a few moments later when you walk down the stairs, hair slightly damp still, but you’re clothed in his shirt that covers the boxers he gave you. You look even more beautiful than you normally do.

“Preference?” he asks, referring to his collection of alcohol where he’s set up a mini bar by the kitchen to distract himself.

“Scotch is fine,” you gesture towards his glass. Levi is positive you don’t know your alcohol.

“Ice?”

“Sure.”

He grabs a square ice cube and drops it into a short glass so he can pour the scotch over it. You’re still standing near the stairs, fiddling with your thumbs, when he turns around to hand you your glass. “Oi,” he grabs your attention, causing your head to snap up to look at him. “Come here.”

You slowly walk over to him, practically looking like a caged animal, and Levi meets you halfway in front of the large floor to ceiling window of the main area. He hands you your glass and you nod in thanks, taking a timid sip from the glass. Levi can’t help but smirk at you when you let out a small cough from the liquor.

You walk to the window with your glass in hand and Levi frowns. “I still don’t understand.”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to offer you a better reason,” Levi responds easily. He can’t quite pin the reason himself, why he would go to these lengths to get you out of your shitty situation. There were plenty of people working for fixers as bad as Kenny, but for some reason he just felt drawn to you. You reminded him of himself, that look on your face when you think no one is watching tells him everything he needs to know. You want more for yourself, you want more than to scrape by in this hellhole of a city and Levi wants to be the one to give you everything you could ever deserve and more. He barely knows you, but he wants you to get comfortable with him; confide in him if you need to. He’ll easily take care of you and maybe you’ll make a name for yourself in Erwin’s company just like he has.

“I don’t want to let you or Erwin down if I don’t decide to join the company,” you sigh and take a seat on his floor, disregarding the couch that’s a mere five feet behind you.

“I don’t expect you to know what you want right now.” Levi downs the rest of his glass, setting it down on his kitchen counter before taking a seat next to you – on the floor of all places.

You look over at him, a certain gleam in your eyes. “I do know what I want.” You look away, out at the sparkling city lights now that the sun was going down. “I want to get out of Night City. Live as a Nomad or something, maybe even move to Helsinki where it’s not such a nightmare.”

“Those are big goals,” Levi sighs. “How would you do it?”

“I’d figure it out,” you mumble and grab the glass by the rim like Levi usually does and down your scotch in one go. You cough a bit just like Levi expected you to, but you keep your composure enough and set your glass down on the floor. He realizes you don’t have a plan – you’re just searching for an end to your misery.

Levi hesitantly reaches out and turns your face towards him with two fingers on your jaw. “You’re such a lost soul,” he mutters, gazing deeply into the colors of your irises. “Please, let me help you find it.”

—

You hear the elevator doors open and close, signaling that he’s home. “Levi!” you shout from the bed, frantically getting up to bound down the stairs.

“Do anything fun today, brat?” Levi acknowledges you with a glance as you practically run down the stairs, eager to get to the takoyaki he promised he would pick up on his way home from work.

“I crushed up my Arasaka chip,” you beam at him, proud that you’ve finally done it after a few months of living with him, and dig into the paper bag he had set on the counter.

“That should have been done earlier,” he chides and smacks your hand away from the bag. “Go sit. I got it.”

You smile and make your way to the couch, knowing Levi hates it when that’s your choice to eat dinner at, but he trusts that you won’t spill anything after two months of convincing him. He rolls his eyes and hands you your takeout container once you’ve settled in and he’s made his way over to you.

You practically devour the takoyaki and sigh with contentment when you’re finished, placing the box on the coffee table in front of you. “I want to show you something tonight,” Levi mumbles next to you, capturing your attention. He’s only eaten half of his meal, but he places the box next to yours. “Have you ever experienced a braindance before?”

You shake your head. “No, but I’ve always wanted to.”

Levi gives you a small smile – a rare occurrence you love seeing now. “I have one. It’s small, but I think you’ll really like it.” He gets up from the couch and walks to the cabinet under the television that never gets used. “I’ll go in with you.” He sits back down on the couch next to you and begins to hook you up. “It’s not an XBD, I promise. You trust me?” All you do is nod.

He hooks himself up and leans back into the couch as you do the same when he puts you both in.

For a moment all you really see is white, and then when your eyes adjust you’re met with the sight of tall trees surrounding you and blue skies that stretch on for miles. Your lips are parted in awe at your environment as you look around and finally land on Levi standing there watching you. “It’s incredible,” you breathe. You’ve never seen anything like it.

“It’s a part of Helsinki, apparently,” he tells you. “It’s an old one, but it cost a fortune. I hope it’s still like this.”

You finally move from your spot to walk around the area as much as you can, taking in the sight of greenery around you, enclosing you in with such a calming presence. It’s beautiful, the way the trees seem to tower over you like buildings, but you feel so much more at peace. You can feel the grass beneath your feet and smell the freshness of the air as you take a deep breath. It feels like you’re in paradise.

You look back over at Levi to find that his eyes never left your wandering form, and you make it a point to walk back over to him. “Thank you,” you tell him with the most sincerity in your voice. “This is the best thing anyone has ever done for me.”

He smiles at you and your heart palpitates. “You deserve it.” He slides a hand around your waist, pulling you closer to him and into a hug where you practically melt against him. When you lean back your noses are almost touching, your breathing softer as you stare into his grey eyes.

Levi rips the headset off of him and then off of you before you’re climbing onto his lap on the couch. Your lips connect with his within a second, softly pressing against him with enough pressure as he runs his hands along your hips. He reciprocates with more enthusiasm, a hand coming up to cup the side of your face to tilt you so he can deepen the pressure.

You barely separate when you’ve run out of breath, panting softly. “Sorry,” you breathe.

“Don’t be stupid,” he scolds before grabbing you by the nape of your neck to pull you in again, fervently moving his lips against yours with bruising pressure. His other hand rests on your hip and starts to guide you back and forth so you’re rolling yourself against him, causing you to let out a breathy moan when your clit receives a small amount of pressure. Your tongues slightly touch when your mouth opens wider, the soft muscles dancing with each other as you grind yourself against Levi.

You can feel him underneath you, hard and pressing against the fabric of his slacks. You tug on his hair, feeling the rough undercut and the soft silky strands that frame his forehead. You’re only wearing a pair of shorts and one of his shirts, allowing him to slide his hands up your sides as you do the work of grinding against him. His hand fondles your bare breast and you’re already embarrassingly close as you grind your cunt against him, letting out a small moan as you tilt your head back in ecstasy.

Levi’s lips move to your exposed neck, suckling and biting his way down until he reaches a sensitive spot that makes you gasp. “Use me, sweetheart,” Levi breathes onto your skin. “Use me and make yourself cum.” You whimper and roll your hips against him, using his clothed cock to get you off shamelessly. You’re panting, and soon you’re seeing stars as you orgasm and hold onto Levi like he’s your only lifeline. “That’s a good girl,” he coos as you come down. “You’re such a good girl for me.”

“Levi,” you call for him breathlessly and he easily stands up with you in his lap, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carries you up the stairs to the bed. He gently lays you down, crawling on top of you to continue his nibbles to your neck as you come down from your high. “I need you,” you whimper and weakly paw at his back.

“You’ll have me, sweet girl,” Levi promises and sits up, pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it aside in a manner completely unlike him. His hands slide under your shirt as yours reach for him, to feel his pecs and torso; the muscle that flexes so taut under his flawless skin. He pulls at the fabric until you sit up slightly, allowing him to pull your shirt over your head and onto the floor to join his own. “You’re a dirty girl for not wearing a bra today,” he rasps.

“I hardly ever do,” you breathe and pull him down to meet your lips again, urgently seeking out the intimate contact. Your mouths move seamlessly together, connecting and molding to one another so perfectly you’re already breathless again. One of his hands wanders to your hips to tug at the shorts you’re wearing and you lift your hips so he can pull them down – you manage to kick them off with him on top of you.

His lips wander, drifting down to your jaw and then your neck, down to your collarbone and sternum as he leaves trails of his markings down your torso. He drops down to your lower abdomen, kissing slowly before his face is hovering over your dripping cunt. “You poor thing,” Levi coos, “you’re clenching at nothing.” He watches your hole flutter, aching to be filled.

“Levi, please,” you beg.

“Please what, sweetheart?” He places two fingers between your lips, collecting the slick and teasing your entrance.

“Anything,” you groan, “touch me, lick me, please. Anything!”

Levi loses all of his patience and thrusts the two fingers into you all at once, earning a large gasp from you that quickly becomes breathless moans. He rushes forwards to feel your clit throb in his mouth, lips enclosing on the small bud and gently sucking so you’re writhing from pleasure.

Your hand flies down to establish a grip in his hair as he starts to lick you up and down, flicking his tongue and giving you everything you asked for. Levi finds himself rutting into the mattress to the sounds of your mewling and moans, desperate to take care of you and give himself some relief.

“Can you give me one more?” Levi asks between strokes of pumping his fingers into you. “Can you cum one more time sweet girl?” You nod aggressively, feeling Levi smile against your clit before he resumes his sucking and licking that has you seeing stars as your eyes roll back. He inserts one more finger, finger fucking you with three now and meeting no resistance as you suck him in.

You cum hard, feeling your hips chase after your high as you practically fuck yourself against Levi’s fingers and mouth. He eases one out, using two to gently guide you through it and scissor you open a bit more before pulling them out completely. You feel delirious with pleasure, eyes lidded and flushed lips slightly parted as you stare at Levi. He rises from the bed and wipes his chin off with the back of his hand as he unbuckles his belt to slide his slacks off, taking his boxers with them.

You shamelessly stare, licking your lips to wet them again after breathing so hard. “Can you handle more?” he asks gently, caressing your face as he crawls over you again.

You nod. “Mmhm,” is all you can manage to get out.

“You sure? I want to be rough with you,” he checks in with you softly, eyebrows dipped with concern.

“Mm,” you nod, “want it rough.”

He leans down, lips connecting with yours and you whimper. He palms his cock, stroking it and positioning it at your entrance to brush it between your folds, causing you to shudder when the head rubs against your clit, the oversensitivity making you gasp. Levi deepens the kiss, using one hand to softly caress your face as his metal forearm supports him while the other guides himself into you, both of you groaning simultaneously once he bottoms out.

He’s gentle at first, ensuring you’ve adjusted to him before he pulls back and snaps his hips forward, eliciting a gasp from you. The pain dissipates into blinding pleasure as he continues to pound himself into you, the only sounds being your heavy breathing, skin slapping together, and the lewd squelching from between your bodies.

“Fuck, Levi,” you choke out through a moan.

“You’re being so good for me,” he praises. His movements are slow, but so blindingly hard that you feel that pressure building in your lower abdomen already. He pulls his hips back in an arch, and rolls them back forwards to stroke that perfect spot inside your walls. “So sweet,” he moans. He sits back so his hand can grab at your throat, gently squeezing the sides so you’re all the more delirious. “You’re mine, sweetheart. I get to take care of you,” Levi groans. “Just me.”

“Mmhm,” you nod aggressively, eyes rolling back when he pushes himself up to the hilt as hard as he can.

“Can you be on top for a bit, love?” Levi relaxes on the pressure he’s been using, slowly rolling his hips into yours instead as he removes his hand on your throat. You look up at him with half-lidded eyes and nod. “I’ll still take care of you,” he promises, a thumb pulling your bottom lip down.

He pulls out and you whine as he helps you up so he’s laying down and you’re straddling him. You sink yourself down onto him and let out a moan of relief at being filled again by Levi as he lets out one of his own, guiding you forwards, coaxing you into allowing your torso to fall against his and you bury your face into his neck. He wraps his arms around your torso and thrusts upwards, hitting that sweet spot at a different angle that makes your head spin.

You’re practically drooling onto the pillow below Levi’s head as he keeps his promise of being rough with you, pounding into you so hard your vision is blurry, but maybe that’s just the tears that have formed. “You trust me?” he asks, choking it out between strokes.

“Yes,” you mumble deliriously, nodding your head up and down. “Yes, Levi, yes, yes, yes,” you moan.

His hand slides down your back and his thrusts slow a bit before you feel a finger gathering up your slick and glide back up to your ass. He gently prods your hole, circling the rim before he pushes past that barrier of muscle.

You tense up, lifting your head from his neck to look down at him as he slides a finger into your ass. “Levi,” you gasp.

“Can feel you clenching,” he mutters. “Relax, sweetheart. I’ve got you. You can take it.”

You can’t relax, but he pushes past anyway and manages to get knuckle deep as he slowly pulsates his finger inside of you. He’s still slowly thrusting into you, his cock brushing your walls and feeling his own finger on the other side. You’ve never felt so full in your life and now that the pain is gone all you can feel is debilitating bliss, your breathing even more labored than before as you sit up a bit and push yourself down so you’re grinding against his cock and finger.

“Cum in me Levi,” you beg, “Claim me. Wanna feel you cum.” You clench around him, close to your own end as you frantically rut your hips down on him.

“Fuck, fuck,” Levi growls. “Gonna cum, baby, fuck.”

You clench around him as you cum again, white rings of your cream flowing down his cock as you roll your hips back and forth to chase your own end. You feel a wave of warmth inside of you as Levi lets out a whine, his cum filling you as his finger leaves your other hole so he can pull you down to him for a frantic kiss.

Your lips melt together, moving slowly now that you’ve both come down a bit from your high, and you feel like you’re drunk on him alone. You separate from him, noses still touching as you lightly breathe in each other’s air and stare. You know you need to get up, but your limbs feel like jelly and you just might collapse on top of him.

“Come on,” Levi whispers. “Let’s get cleaned up.”

—

You rest your head against his shoulder, allowing him to hold you up and wash your body gently with soothing strokes from his hands.

“You really want to be mine?” Levi's voice breaks through the sound of the shower water pelting the tile around you, uncertainty unexpectedly lacing it.

You lift your head to look at him properly, confusion evident in your features. “Yes,” you reassure him. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Do you still want to go to Helsinki?” he questions.

You frown and dip your head back down to rest against his shoulder. “Let’s not talk about that right now.”

—

When Levi gets home you’re connected to the braindance he showed you, mindlessly laying on the couch as you visit Helsinki for the fifth time this month even after using it for a year straight. He quietly pads over to you and turns the braindance off, allowing you to take the headset off as you frown up at him.

“Why’d you do that?” you question, setting the headset down on the coffee table.

“I could take you, you know,” Levi suggests. If you want to go he’ll take you and then the two of you will come back to Night City. “We’ll visit – together – and then we’ll come back to the city. Maybe it can be a yearly thing.” He walks over to the bar and pours himself a glass of scotch as he loosens his tie.

“You know I could never come back to Night City after seeing a place like that,” you mutter, standing up from the couch.

“We could go more than once a year,” Levi suggests instead. He takes a sip from his glass. “Erwin wouldn’t mind funding the trips. He has more eddies than he needs.”

You look up at him – you haven’t come over to him to kiss him hello like you usually do. “Night City isn’t meant for me.”

Levi furrows his eyebrows; confused. He knows you’ve always dreamed of seeing Helsinki, but he thought you were feeling more at home now – he gives you everything you ask for, everything you need. He’s here. “I thought you were feeling better about it.”

“I don’t do anything, Levi,” you sigh and finally walk over to him, still slightly out of reach. “I wait for you to come home so I can be your joytoy and eat, and then the next day is the same.”

He frowns. “You’re more than a joytoy and you know that. Erwin still has a place if you want to get back into netrunning –”

“I don’t want to work,” you cut him off.

“I–” Levi says your real name and he watches you flinch. “I love you. I… I don’t understand why you want to leave. I’ll give you anything you want. Anything.”

“Levi,” you sigh and frown down at the ground. “I love you, but what I want is to live in Helsinki.” You look back up at him and walk towards him – he sets down his glass – and you grab his hands. “Come with me. Live with me there,” you beg him, looking at him with doe eyes and tears forming on your waterline. “We could be so happy, Levi.”

God, he feels like his heart is being ripped out. “My place is in Night City and you know that.”

You drop his hands and he feels like he’s already lost you.

—

You never thought you’d be seeing it in person; the utopia of Helsinki – the one place with so much life, clean air and loving people. Levi had been right, they don’t let just anyone in here, but Erwin had managed to pull some strings and now here you were, staring at a giant forest of trees with Levi watching you from behind.

You turn around to face him with a giant grin on your features. “This is incredible,” you tell him, as if he can’t see what you’re seeing.

“I know,” he smiles at you, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

You spin to look around again, your senses overwhelming you when you try to take everything in; the feeling of the soft dirt beneath your shoes, the way it’s so easy to breathe in the clean air, the sound of birds chirping. Levi wraps his arms around you from behind and you sigh, feeling so content with where your life has taken you – even if you’ll have to be back in Night City by the end of the week.

“I have a surprise for you, sweetheart,” Levi mumbles into your neck, leaving sweet kisses along your skin and on the nape of your neck. You turn around in his arms and reach for him, pulling him in for a soft, gentle kiss. He tastes so sweet.

“You’re too good to me, Levi,” you whisper against his lips.

“You deserve it.”

—

Levi unlocks the door, holding your hand to guide you inside. It’s more beautiful than it was in the picture, the perfect amount of natural wood and soft materials decorating the space – he knows you’ll love it much more than his apartment.

“Wow,” you breathe. “They decorate so differently here. It’s so calming.”

“I thought you’d like it,” he gives you a soft smile.

You wander around the space, touching all of the soft materials and running your hands along the wood that looks different than what they use in Night City. There's a large window in your living area looking out over a small lake with the tallest trees he’s ever seen surrounding it – the only trees he’s really ever seen in real life.

“I love it,” you laugh. “It’s perfect. This will be such a good week.”

He knew it would be hard, but he never thought he would struggle to force the words out as much as he is now. “It’s yours, actually.”

You pause your movements, slowly turning around to face him in the middle of your new apartment. “What?”

Levi says your name softly. “Welcome home.”

“Levi–”

“I bought it for you,” he starts before he can back out. “Your citizenship is being worked on by Erwin, but it should be valid soon.”

“Levi–”

“You won’t have to worry about working, I’ll still provide for you, and you can just live here to do what you want.”

“Levi, what are you doing?” You’re looking at him with tears in your eyes and he fears he’s gotten it all wrong.

“I told you I’d give you anything you ever wanted and I meant it.” He walks towards you. “I love you. I don’t want you to leave, but if this is what you want then it’s yours,” he chokes out. He would never stop you from living your dreams, even if it meant his own heart would be shattered – he knew you were too good to be true, too good to stick around him.

“I don’t know what to say,” you choke out, tears flowing down your cheeks.

He swipes your tears away with his thumbs. “You never were very good at accepting my gifts,” he mumbles.

You hug him, so tightly it feels like you’ll never let go, and he savors the feeling of your body pressed against his. His lips peck your forehead. You separate from him and look into his eyes with red rimmed eyes, irises glazed over as you lean in to kiss him sweetly.

You pull him onto the platform bed at the edge of the room and he eagerly crawls over you, savoring every inch of your skin as he tears your clothes off and you do the same to him. He has tears in his eyes when he pushes himself inside of you, and he can hardly look at you despite wanting to savor every last moment he has. Levi hides his face in your neck, sucking on your skin so you’ll have a few marks to remember him by for at least a little while.

“Levi,” you moan. He ignores you. “Levi. Levi, look at me.” He can’t. He can’t obey your sweet words, practically begging him to just watch you come undone like he always does as he whispers sweet praises for you. You push on his shoulders. “Levi,” you choke out again.

He swallows hard and finally slows his thrusts to a complete stop, lifting his head just enough to look at you. You have tears in your own eyes as you wipe away his. “I love you,” Levi chokes out, because fuck he’s never felt anything like this before in his life and he needs you to know before he leaves you here.

“Stay with me,” you beg him. “Please. I need you in my life Levi.”

He doesn’t say anything – he knows his voice will fail him.

He continues his thrusts into you and loses himself completely, mumbling your name like a mantra and thumbing your clit so you cum for him. “You’re such a good girl,” he finally moans, close to his own release. “You’ll always be mine.”

“Levi,” you mewl. “Cum in me. I’m yours. I’m yours. I love you.” You moan, back arching as an orgasm rips through you and Levi meets his own end with his cock throbbing inside you.

—

You lie in the middle of the grass field, staring up at the sea of clouds above you that sprawl across the blue skies. You’ll never get tired of this view; the way it seems to melt away all of your worries and slow your heart rate enough so you feel normal. You think about how you should make yourself a cup of tea and smile, remembering how much Levi loved the tea here from the fresh tea leaves they grow in Helsinki.

It’s been at least two years since you’ve seen him, his last words telling you he loves you and to contact him if you ever want to see him – you haven’t tried. You miss him so much it hurts every time you think about him, but you belong in Helsinki. You volunteer now at the local gardens, tending to the flowers and crops so your community can eat. You tend to isolate yourself, but you’ve made a few friends – you belong here.

Levi stopped sending you money personally, instead handing the task over to Erwin. You get it, you would do it too, but it didn’t hurt any less when you received a message from Erwin letting you know.

You’ll probably never see him again and you have to live with your choices with no regrets, but you can’t help it when your mind lingers on thoughts of him. No one will ever come close, you’ll never love anyone else, but you hope he’s tried to move on from you all the same.

—

But Levi never did move on from you.

He spent most of his idle time thinking of you, thinking of how you looked in his clothes and how sweet you were to him; how beautiful you always were and always would be.

It’s been years now and you still haven’t reached out to him and he respects your space even after so long.

Levi connects to the BD he’s saved, expecting to see you next to him in the fields of Helsinki, and instead being met with an open field even though he swears he saw a glimpse of your soft irises staring back at him.

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leviismybby · 5 months

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"Pregnant?" Connie's mouth drops as you and Levi make the announcement. You kept your pregnancy a secret for long enough and your belly was starting to show too much, they would've figured it out anyway. Sasha stops eating, her eyes go wide, Jean next to her tries not to smile, he definitely wants to say something inappropriate. Before he gets the chance to, Armin speaks. "Congratulations captain and name!" He smiles at both of you. The tension at the table was awkward as you knew that some of them didn't even know you and Levi were dating.

Mikasa doesn't say anything but you can see the slight smile on her face meanwhile Eren looks like he is having some sort of flashbacks. "Congrats." He says, his green eyes shifting from his food to your belly, which makes you question a few things but you smile back and nod your head at him. "You know Captain for humanity's strongest soldier you sure don't know how to pull-ow!" Sasha stomps on Connie's foot under the table and Jean laughs. "Be mature for once will you!" The brunette says to him with her mouth full of food. Levi rolls his eyes at the banter, he really didn't want to tell them. It's not because he doesn't trust them but he thinks that it's safer for you and your baby if less people knew.

"You're the one to talk! Your mouth is full of food." Connie bites back at Sasha and she just continues to eat. Mikasa turns to you. "Congratulations. I still don't know how you keep up with him." She says, her and Levi did have a bumpy relationship but you know that she doesn't mean it in a bad way. "Well now I will have to keep up with two..." You chuckle. "Can we name it?" Jean asks. "Absolutely not." Levi doesn't even let him think about it. "And from now I want you all to be careful around name, is that clear?" They all nod at Levi's command.

"It's a boy." Eren says, he has been awfully quiet since you said that you were expecting a child, the whole table turned to look at him. "I mean, I think it's going to be a boy." He says, looking down at his food. Sasha shakes her head. "Nuh uh, it's definitely a girl!" They all start to place bets and Levi sighs, he whistles to get their attention. "You're not betting on a the gender of my fucking child. Now, after breakfast, I want to see all of you train extra hard understood?" "Yes, captain!" They all say in unison, Armin sheepishly looks at you. "I agree with Eren, I think it's a boy. I read that boys leave all the beauty to the mother and you're glowing Name." You smile at him, Armin always was sweet, well most of the time.

"Right, can you guys please keep this a secret? We don't want everyone to know." It's a simple request that leaves your mouth. They all nod, this went better than you thought it would, most of them are happy but Eren's reaction lingers at the back of your mind. "Listen when the little Ackerman terror is born, can I be the godfather?" That's a question that throws Levi off guard, especially since Jean asked it. "No, I want to be the godfather! That baby deserves someone fun as the godfat-" "Neither of you." Levi says, pinching the area between his eyes. "Now, off to training." Standing up one by one they all make their way outside, Mikasa approaches you. "If you need anything you can let me know." She says and you can't help but smile at her. "Thank you, Mikasa."

As the room clears, Levi turns to you. "I am surprised that none of them asked how kids are made." Laughing at these words, you shake your head. "They are all 17-18, Levi. They know all too well by now." You can still remember how traumatized Eren and Mikasa were when they found out, to your surprise, that Armin knew despite his two confused best friends. "Yeah well, all of them are still brats." He kisses your temple and then your belly. "I'll see you two later." He gives you a quick kiss before heading out to training. Your hand goes down to your belly and you rub the bump, in this time of war and hardship, a baby will surely bring at least a bit of happiness into it all.

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seredelgi · 18 days

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Just thinking about how bf!Levi would let you know he’s fed up with a social gathering.

pairing: Levi Ackerman x fem!reader

tw: fingering, teasing, smut, voyeuristic behavior, alcohol consumption, profanity, explicit language, reader gets tipsy at a dinner, levi wants out, modern au, mature content, 18+

You’re sitting at a restaurant table, listening to your friends talking, drinking a tad more than usual. You start getting tipsy early on, your cheeks turning red. And maybe that’s why you laugh a bit too loud at one of Jean’s jokes, suddenly catching Levi’s attention.

The next thing you feel is his hand gently coming to rest on your thigh. Its warmth spreads against your skin like a fire, but you think of an innocent affectionate gesture at first. As soon as you let yourself giggle again tho, he dips his fingers in your flesh, gripping at it like a silent warning.

You quietly catch your breath at that, starting to feel a bit dizzy. You don’t want to draw attention but you feel like your boyfriend needs yours, so you turn around to find his eyes on you, dark with an intent that you struggle to recognize.

You’re sure you’ve seen it already, however, you can’t put a finger on it right at this moment. So you sigh and turn your attention back on the silly conversation going on just across the wooden table you’re sitting at.

You should’ve known it was coming, if you had read his expression correctly, you could’ve easily anticipated it, maybe even counter-acted it in time.

You try to listen carefully to your friends but it’s made impossible by the way Levi’s hand has started rubbing down your inner thigh, and you suddenly flush, shifting uncomfortably in your seat.

You try but fail miserably to feign yourself unbothered, ‘cause he knows you too damn well. He knows you’re trembling at the idea that his hand could scout further up, reaching in between your thighs, right where your heat is now already aching for it.

But you can’t very well indulge in such thoughts. You’re in public, and you’d made him promise to behave and try to make it ‘till the end of at least one dinner this week.

It’s crazy how difficult it’s been up until now.

You blame him. He’s so anti-social, you bet he’s probably not even pretending to care about what Jean and Eren are fighting over right about now.

But you have to be honest, it’s not his fault alone. You’re just too weak to resist him. You could very well move his hand away, even now. You could stop it from skimming past the hem of your skirt, looking for your heat, but you find yourself unwilling to.

So you’re forced to hold back a moan, yet again. You’re forced to focus on trying not to look too flustered or in any way bothered by his fingertips starting to feel you out through the smooth material of your panties. You can feel your juices staining the cotton white fabric already, and you gulp nervously when you catch Mikasa’s eyes looking at you.

You’ve got to dart your hand to seize Levi’s wrist, heart pounding in your throat, eyes probably way too big, languid with both your emerging arousal and the thrilling excitement provided by the risk of getting caught.

Levi looks at you, but your eyes are still on Mikasa.

Luckily she quickly turns to look at Eren, as always.

The breath you exhale then has you dissipating some of the tension gathered up, and you’re not completely conscious of the way you absentmindedly let go of your hold on him.

He’s now free to slip one of his fingers in between the slim space separating your underwear from your naked sensitive flesh. Your hand comes to grip at the edge of your seat, your knuckles turning white as you feel his fingertips trailing up from your entrance to the swelling little nub that’s desperately started aching for his attention. And he knows how to give you just that, with the softest touch, the most exquisite amount of pressure.

He brushes on your clit teasingly, playing with it and letting you squirm a little. You hate as much as he loves how you’re unable to buckle your hips up to meet his touch, unable to move at all. You’re only allowed to wait patiently for him to grant you more.

You just know that he’s gloating at the way your eyes have started fluttering, your chest faltering with the growing intensity of his stimulation on your sweet spot. You bit at your bottom lip to restrain from moaning out loud. But then his middle and ring finger scout down again and you catch your breath in anticipation, so high on it that you barely care anymore who could be watching. Your nipples are perkily peeking through the sheer fabric of the dress you’ve got on, a sight you know he must be enjoying way too much.

It’s when his digits finally push past the soaking wetness of your walls that you can’t resist anymore, finally letting go of a deep breath of satisfaction.

Silence sets among your friends before everyone turns to look at you.

Levi’s stopped. You can’t look at him, but you just know he’s smirking proudly right about now.

You can just hope you don’t look as frenzied as you feel. Breaths short and ragged, you clear your throat and finally feel his fingers slip out, probably already highly confident that you’ll excuse yourself before the situation gets any more awkward. Damn, you hate that he’s won again. But you need him to sate the hunger he’s grown desperate in your lower abdomen, and you want it sated now.

He owes you that.

“ I’m sorry guys, I’m not feeling very well” you manage to mutter, and excuse yourself from the table, leaving everyone confounded and a bit worried, as per usual.

Levi just gives a short nod in their direction and then he’s after you on the way out.

“ I wonder what that’s about…” Jean considers, scratching at the back of his neck.

“ Yeah, she’s always feeling sick lately” Sasha chimes in, stuffing a chicken thigh in her mouth right after.

“ They’re probably going to blow off some steam in the parking lot” Connie wiggles his eyebrows cheekily and smirks to himself.

“ Gross” Eren lets out, eyes rolling “ Why are you constantly thinking about sex, Connie?”

“ Oh, they’re definitely having sex” Mikasa considers, unfazed.

Everyone turns to look at her, but she shrugs and adds no more.

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ackercoded · 6 months

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levi waited as he patiently watched you bargain with a vendor for a silk scarf you fancied.

“but it’s such a small scarf!”

“it’s made from the finest silk, ma’am, imported from overseas.”

a small smile made its way to levi’s lips as he watched your face turn into a red tomato from frustration. you humphed loudly as you handed the bag of coins to the vendor and snatched the scarf from the stall.

he watched you with an amused expression as you wrapped the evidently small scarf around your neck and began to knot it. he could see your lips muttering words to yourself as you proudly walked back to him.

“that was real mature.”

you narrowed your eyes at him. “don’t you patronize me, levi ackerman.”

levi huffed out a small laugh, shaking his head. “at least you entertained everyone around you including myself with your excellent bargaining skills.”

you humphed loudly again as you walked alongside him, your hand casually finding its place on the back of his chair as you moved forward. before you even got the chance to step ahead, headed to your next destination, levi maneuvered himself in front of you.

he levelled you with a calm stare.

“sit.”

you regarded him with a puzzled glance. “huh?”

levi moved himself closer to you, and patted his lap. “sit.”

you assessed him carefully. “i don’t want to hurt you”

he rolled his eyes. “you won’t hurt me. you’ve walked long enough, let me take us wherever it is we are going next.”

your eyes softened at his words, so you let out a small sigh before doing as he asked. you carefully put most of your weight on his good leg as you splayed your legs over the other.

levi’s hand came up to adjust your skirt that had ridden up a little, before going back to the joystick on the armrest. you looked at his solemn expression as he shuffled on the seat, making sure both of you were comfortable.

something twisted in your chest.

unable to help yourself, you leaned in, your lips brushing against the scars on his cheek as you planted a soft kiss.

“thank you. and just so you know, i never want you to feel like you somehow owe me something in exchange of me loving you.” you then kissed his lips. “i love you and i care about you so, so much.”

levi looked at you with an expression that made you want to embrace him tightly and never let him go, and never let harm come his way ever again.

he silently took your hand and brought it to his lips, his eyes falling shut as he kissed your knuckles gently.

wrapping your other arm around his shoulders, you leaned in to kiss him once more. “let’s go get those baked cinnamon thingies you love so much, and then take a stroll in the park.”

levi smiled and nodded, but not before correcting you that the baked cinnamon thingies were called cinnamon rolls.

the sky had turned into hues of lilacs, pinks and oranges by the time you and levi reached the park. in one hand you held your cinnamon roll, and with the other you fed levi his.

“mm, this is actually so good. why did i hate it again when i first tried it?” you moaned in delight through a mouthful of sweet goodness.

“because it wasn’t drowning in diabetes. you’re gonna get sick.” levi remarked, eyeing the bun in your hand as he navigated you both through the wide expanse of the green and flowery park.

your cinnamon roll was oozing with an unhealthy amount of the creamy icing, but you couldn’t care less.

levi opened his mouth for another bite. you lifted the bun to his mouth, but just as he was about to bite into it, you pulled it out of reach with a giggle.

a burst of laugh escaped you when levi shot you an annoyed look, daring you to test him again.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry. here you go,” you lifted it to his mouth—only to pull it away again, breaking into another fit of laughter.

“i’m gonna throw you off my lap.” levi muttered.

you let out a dramatic gasp as you held the roll to his mouth again. “don’t make fun of me because i like sugar, you turd.”

“you mean diabe—mmf!”

you shoved the bun into his mouth. his eyes widened in shock while you grinned foolishly at his look of despair.

he began chewing angrily, as he whipped out his white kerchief from his jacket pocket and wiped at the corners of his lips.

“i can’t believe you manage to look this adorable even when you’re mad. oh my god,” you kissed his cheek, puffed and stuffed from the big bite thanks to your assault of the cinnamon roll.

you went to kiss him again, but he dodged it, your puckered lips meeting nothing but the air.

you huffed in frustration half-heartedly. “i’m sorry, i won’t do it again. promise.”

he grumbled under his breath. only then did you notice a remaining crumb of the bun still lingering on his chin. using your finger, you caught it and put it in your mouth.

levi’s cheeks turned pink at that.

you smiled as you leaned your head against his and began finishing the rest of your rolls.

fortunately enough, you were strolling closely near the flower bushes. you seized the opportunity and plucked a handful of hydrangeas.

“relax,” levi muttered.

you pouted as you dropped the flowers on your lap. “why do you sound so mad at me.”

you picked one and placed it behind levi’s ear. “i’m sorry for making you choke on a cinnamon roll. i love you.” you pouted again, looking at him with puppy dog eyes.

levi shook his head, a faint smile playing on his lips, before absentmindedly placing something in your hair.

you scrunched your brows, immediately plucking it out.

it was a red rose. a loud gasp escaped your lips. “where did you get this?”

levi only rolled his eyes. “while you were too busy bullying me, we passed rose bushes.”

you sputtered dramatically. “excuse you, i was loving you!”

his lips quirked to one side at that. he placed another red rose in your hair.

“that one has a lot of thorns.” he warned, as he reached up and tucked a loose strand of your hair.

you brought the rose to your nose and inhaled the familiar scent. “i’m sorry for bullying you.” you said, your head falling against his chest.

his arm snaked around your waist and squeezed your side.

“you can make it up to me, when we get home.” he whispered, his warm breath fanning your temple.

you looked up at him, your hand going around his torso. “i shall, mr. ackerman.”

he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, lingering there for a while.

“i love you, mrs. ackerman, bullying and all.”

you bit your lip to contain your huge smile as you looked at him.

“take us home, please. i’ve got a little surprise for my dear husband.”

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lucysarah-c · 7 months

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Not in season?

Summary: Winter had settled in, and the scouts were busy training and preparing for the prospects of spring, still far away, to retake Wall Maria. Despite the snow accumulating outside, the building was freezing cold, and the world had secluded itself until the temperature rose. So, why was Captain Levi boiling in his own body? Something felt off, but his mind was quickly slipping into insanity as he tried to find a rational explanation. Author note: I've had this idea for so long… Omegaverse is my guilty pleasure, and I decided to treat myself with it. I'm self-conscious about my smut, so… practice makes perfect. That's it. In case I forget any warning or tag, feel free to remind me. Pairing: Levi x fem! reader. Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Levi Ackerman, Top Levi Ackerman, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating Bites, Mating Bond, Possessive Levi Ackerman, Possessive Sex, Possessive Behavior, Knotting, Dubious Consent, Rough Sex, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Multiple Orgasms, Smut, Breeding, Forced breeding, Biting, Breeding Kink, dubcon, Unplanned Pregnancy, Pregnancy Kink, Forced Pregnancy, Unsafe Sex, Nurse reader, Alpha Levi x Omega reader, Captain Levi Ackerma, Captain Levi x Nurse Reader, Dirty talk, Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content, Alpha Hange Zoë, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Erwin Smith, Alpha Eren Yeager, Alpha Jean Kirstein, Alpha Mikasa Ackerman. Omegaverse. Word count: 8.6k words of pure porn. You had been warned lmao

Saliva accumulated in his mouth, pooling before he spat it into the sink. The rush of water from the tap washed away the residue as he continued spitting and splashing his face with cold water. A sense of uneasiness clouded his mind, lingering like the scent of smoke. He had showered, shaved, tidied his hair, cleaned under his nails, changed clothes, and brushed his teeth. What else was there to do?

A thick, almost sticky sensation coated his mouth, as if he had a stomach ache without the actual pain. Despite the cold weather, sweat formed on his forehead as he pushed the dark hairs out of the way, splashing his face with freezing water once more. Perhaps it was due to his inability to concentrate on work since early morning, causing him to pace around the room like a caged lion.

Correction, he did have a stomach ache, but he couldn't quite pinpoint the source or if it was even physically painful. It felt more uncomfortable than painful. Waves of acidic heat started in his groin and spread throughout his body. He had already consumed three cups of tea by 9 am. When he crossed paths with Erwin in the higher-ups' kitchen, the commander questioned him, noting the honey in all the teas. Unusual for him. Both of them were extremely busy, their minds preoccupied elsewhere. The commander didn't have time for extensive questioning, yet Levi couldn't shake off the extremely unpleasant sensation that Erwin's presence was the most annoying and irritating thing he had encountered.

"I'm craving something sweet," he added curtly, hoping it would suffice. It was true; he felt the need for something soft, sweet, cute, filling, and warm. He was irritable, easily bothered by Eren and Jean's silly actions during early practice. The display of youthful hormones and their desperate need for attention and dominance grated on his nerves. Oddly enough, he had grown accustomed to them and their displays of testosterone.

Newly presented alphas always behaved that way—baring teeth, growing, and fighting. Their disinterested and desperate cries for attention garnered no reaction from fully grown alphas. They were closer to pups playing pretend, training for future occasions in their lives than actual threats. Levi was sure of it, both as a mature alpha and as a high-bred one. Usually, the two boys only annoyed him with their strong, uncontrolled scents and nothing more.

However, that morning marked the moment he sensed something was off. Eren's insistence on asserting his dominance over the Kirstein boy with his scent almost prompted Levi to interfere, baring his teeth and loudly declaring that he was the one in charge. It had never struck him in this way before, these two newly presented boys. On the contrary, in previous instances, it had strengthened his sense of responsibility and paternal instinct, correcting their behaviour when he felt the need to show them the right way to behave. The captain secretly blamed that time spent alone with his squad in the cabin or Eren's fresh presentation under his watch at the former HQ.

Women usually precede such occurrences, they naturally present earlier than boys. So the Ackerman girl must have sensed something, her penetrating dark eyes never leaving his figure during training. Levi's suspicions were confirmed as soon as he called it a day and left. He could no longer bear it.

“Finishing so early?” Erwin inquired when they crossed paths again. The taller man wrinkled his nose slightly but stood in place, demanding an answer.

“I feel like shit,” Levi spat out, giving his back to the taller man as he stopped on his way but refused to face the commander.

“I see,” Erwin replied before adding, “consider going to get checked by the nurse.”

Levi clenched his teeth irrationally. Once again, the blond’s presence felt utterly annoying. 'I know! I can smell it all over you,' he thought.

“She’s at her station. I just came from there as she was checking my arm,” Erwin explained calmly, obviously not considering a deeper topic. “Y/N is young, but she’s very-”

The commander was cut off mid-sentence as Levi turned over his shoulder, deadly piercing eyes, and hissed at the taller alpha. Erwin stood in place, denying the idea of backing up as he kept his eyes glued to the shorter soldier, completely confused. “Did you just hiss at me?”

Levi shook his head, as if trying to snap some sense into his brain. “Fuck, sorry,” he said, then returned to his pace, feeling the judging blue eyes of his superior stuck to the back of his head.

He contorted in pain, bending over his desk as his body burned. His skin felt as if it were boiling in his own blood. Saliva filled his mouth, his jaw clenched with uncontrolled tension. "Too many," his sharpened senses detected the repugnant stench of too many competitors surrounding him.

The military was full with Alphas, lower or higher breed, but most of the members were either that or betas. Omegas weren’t allowed, at least no at the main activity divisions. More appropriate positions were reserved for them if they desire or unless they were low quality breeds, in order to avoid creating unnecessary commotion during their heats.

"I don't understand," Levi cursed under his breath as he contorted in pain, his body drenched in sweat. He slumped against the desk chair, tilting his head back as ragged breaths escaped his accelerated mouth. Ruts were something that had almost disappeared since he joined the military, and he was grateful for that. Without constant exposure to the presence of omegas, most purebred alphas reduced their ruts to near non-existence. Nature was wise—why waste energy and precious seed when there was nobody to claim? It was better to save it for a worthy occasion. Yes, there were perhaps a couple of instances when his body experienced reactions during particular seasons, but they were easily manageable.

This, however, was all-consuming. It began and ended with each breath that left his lips.

"Fuck, it's like I'm 18 all over again," he cursed, recalling previous ruts. The muscles in his legs twitched and contorted as he spread them apart. Every fibre, hair, and cell in his body strained, expanded, tightened, and prepared with ecstasy at the idea of "Fight, win, dominate, claim, breed, and secure." All of these required him to be exceptional.

Levi had always been fearful of confessing to anyone, but being an Ackerman and an alpha was quite the combination. The Ackerman powers granted individuals increased strength, agility, and combat prowess. When combined with an alpha's innate physical abilities during a rut, an Ackerman alpha became an even more formidable force. Their already heightened strength and endurance would be further amplified, allowing them to excel in protecting their pack and omega.

The Ackerman powers also enhanced an individual's senses, including perception and reflexes. This heightened sensory awareness complemented an alpha's already acute sense of smell during a rut. The combination resulted in an alpha with incredibly sharp instincts, capable of swiftly detecting danger or sensing the presence of a compatible omega.

In conclusion, every inch of his body was working diligently to find a suitable partner. His fingers reached for the cravat around his neck, loosening the pressure and seeking some relief. The cold leather of the chair briefly provided a deceptive sense of calmness until it warmed up and clung to his body. Two, three buttons were undone, and the air within the office began to thicken with his own pheromones as his neck became exposed. These were shameful actions that his body performed of its own accord, attempting to attract a potential mate.

Dry chuckles reverberated in his chest as he contemplated the absurdity of it all. "I'm humanity's strongest soldier. I fought the entire MPs to put a queen on the throne. I don't need to produce a bunch of hormonal shit to show an interested partner that I'm strong enough." Because that's what his body was doing—it was a display, a show, a performance, almost, of virility, strength, and power.

The idea of being dominated by the very thing he was supposed to control made him shudder. He wasn't just any alpha; he was Levi Ackerman, the clean freak who prided himself on maintaining order and discipline. Yet here he was, a mere pawn in nature's cruel game. "Fucking biology," he growled under his breath as if cursing the very laws that governed him. He knew what he had to do, but it felt like betrayal. His mind screamed at him to resist, to fight against the urge but little he could do.

Hange was quick to slap the door open, enthusiastic, and wrinkled their nose at the odour inside. They covered their mouth and nose with their hands, the stink being too much to bear.

"God, get your shit together, shorty!" they replied almost immediately. “Fuck, I can even feel the pheromones in my mouth,”

Levi groaned uncomfortably before adding, "You think it was something I could control, I wouldn't just do it?" He spat out his words, contorting uneasily in the chair.

"I came because Erwin mentioned that you cancelled training earlier. Well, this just makes sense," the brunette paced around the room, keeping their distance. As an Alpha themselves, with a strong bond of camaraderie between them, the titan lover understood the other's need. "You seem too far into the rut already for me to give you something to shut it down."

Another uneasy groan escaped Levi; this was not happy news.

"You'll have to deal with it like a big boy. I could give you something to make you more docile…"

"Fuck it," he quickly complained, being docile and Levi weren't two words that mixed well.

"Yeah," Hange chuckled as they kneeled next to the desk to inspect the short man better. "I thought you'd say that…"

Brown eyes fixed on Levi as if he were Eren during an experiment. "What?" Levi quickly snapped, feeling too much under scrutiny.

"… may I see your fangs? I've never seen you bare them, and now that you've admitted with the whole Kenny stuff to be an Ackerman, I'm curious how they look."

He bared his teeth; he was no subject of tests. "Fuck off," he replied, clearly irritable, but the brunette laughed as the sight was there for them to behold.

"There they are… god, they are huge. Poor omega… that's why only their bodies are meant to support the mating," While Hange insisted on inspecting the Captain and rambling about biological details and dynamics, the other poor alpha of the room was dying of heat. His body wasn't taking it easy that he wasn't collaborating willingly to go out there and search for a mate, especially when he had allowed another alpha inside his territory. "Talking about omegas," Hange picked up the topic after their rambling, "who have you been around with to trigger a rut? There are no omegas in the scouts."

"You tell me!" he replied between clenched teeth, almost drawing blood as he felt the stitches in his groin and the imperious necessity to bite something down and hold it as he pounded into it.

"God, I better go before you think about bitching me," Hange commented, not meaning it seriously. "I'll let the rest know you're sick to leave you alone. I'll leave a tray of food at the door and a change of water."

Levi hummed a sort of reply; he felt so humiliated. The mere thought of not having control over his body felt like an insult to his honour, to everything he stood for.

"Cheer up, have fun pounding your pillows," Hange's sing-song voice came through the door as it closed behind them.

It took a tremendous effort to rise from his seat, walk to the door, and add the lock on. Only then did he pace around the room like a caged lion, closing the window despite his need for coldness and drawing the curtains. The last thing he needed was some stupid cadet watching him jerk off over his desk. He kicked his boots off and started to undo the harness; it was done, it was inevitable at this point. Neatly putting them away while he still had some semblance of self-control and lucidity in his brain. It was going to be a long ride, a good couple of days closed inside there, almost ready to tear his skin off because his body "claimed" that this was the rightful time for mating.

Uniform off, he took a cold shower, thinking that he might have little to no mind to do it later on. It wasn't his first rut, of course not, but it had been definitely a while since his last. And he had no fond memories of the previous experiences. Once showered, he felt slightly at ease, a drop of water for a man dying of dehydration. Sweatpants on, no bothering with underwear, not even a shirt. Like a man waiting to be hanged, he prepared for what was about to come while he still had time to prepare.

It was winter, but he felt as if the air burned his skin, so warm it felt. He took off the bed cover to avoid getting it dirty, leaving only the sheets. Before he could even notice, his teeth were biting into his pillow, triggering his mind into thinking it was something else and also muffling his sounds. Thick expert hips thrusting in rhythmic movements, seeking fraction and release, his right hand squeezing the base of his dick, simulating what an omega's hole would feel like. So he could knot and feel a wash of relief until it started again. And again.

First, the rut, then the heat. In nature, it's rather a simple dynamic. Alphas go into rut first to showcase their capabilities, and when the heat hits, omegas have probably already had their eyes on one or two alphas.

Third chamomile tea, warming up her hands. She sighed slowly, trying to calm down her pounding heart. His hands did a calming massage over her neck, but her hair was getting loose as it escaped the low braid she had done during work. Something was off; she couldn't quite put her finger on what, but she started to wonder if she had caught a cold. Her body trembled as she got a fever; despite her rising body temperature, she felt rather cold, craving the warmth of her tea. Anxious thoughts clouded her mind, unsure why.

As the new nurse of the scout, she felt most of the time rather pointless. They had been preparing to retake Wall Maria during winter; there weren't expeditions, and accidents during training weren't that frequent, luckily so! She didn't want to appear as if she was waiting for someone to get injured to justify her presence. Her presence there wasn't only new; she had freshly graduated, and the surprise that they had chosen her as the main nurse made her anxious and happy. But the scout facilities were deep into the training areas, and the place was quiet and busy. Perhaps too quiet sometimes.

'Captain Levi is sick,' 'Oh goddess, doesn't he need me to check him out? I saw him a couple of days ago to check the healing of his ankle, and he seemed just fine!' 'No… better leave him alone; he's grumpy by nature. Imagine when he's sick.'

The conversation of the day before yesterday stuck in her mind far too much for her liking. Perhaps because she had checked his ankle, and while it seemed to be healing suspiciously fast, Captain Levi had explicitly asked her not to tell anyone how serious the injury had been. Her mind began to wander; had he gotten it infected somehow? What if it was more than just a cold? What if he needed someone to change the cold cloth over his forehead?

But the moment that kept replaying in her mind was when he brewed her tea, almost proud of how he had secured a deal for the best supplies from the Reeves Company. The soft touch of their fingers, the piercing colour of his eyes fixed on her—these memories lingered with an underlying haze each time she entered the room, though she wasn't sure why. Perhaps it was from her last visit, the previous week when her necklace had come loose and fallen to the ground. Levi's sharp eyes quickly found the silver piece and handed it back to her.

Feeling embarrassed, she attempted to fasten the necklace herself, but it was challenging. "Here, let me help you," he said, his calloused fingers moving her hair aside, knuckles ghostly brushing against her neck as he placed the necklace around it. The sensation left her feeling warm, her heartbeats echoing in her ears, and the inviting aroma of lavender and citrus filled the air, slightly musky. It made no sense; she was a beta!

'Maybe we both caught a cold.'

Her eyes were fixed on the ceiling above her, beneath the higher-ups' personal chambers. She knew that Levi's room wasn't directly above hers, but metaphorically speaking, it felt that way. She couldn't sleep; her body felt uneasy, tired yet expectant, hot yet cold, restless yet weak. Curling into a small ball on her mattress, she wished to hide from the world. A feeling of defenselessness washed over her. Her mind and body felt exposed and alone, craving reassurance and longing for her worries to slip away.

'Maybe I should check on him… ' 'Yes, yes, check on him,' a voice inside her head quickly agreed.

Armin had been tasked with delivering some food and fresh water to Levi's chambers, and since she couldn't sleep, she contemplated making a late-night visit to check on him and offer assistance with medicine. The night was bitterly cold, and she felt oddly exposed, much like a doe in the middle of a meadow, her big round eyes scanning for danger in the unprotected surroundings, perfect prey for lurking predators. She added a thick, long cardigan over her nightgown and left her bedroom, her loose hair flowing as her slippers echoed in the scout facilities' corridors.

As she made her way through the facility, a shaky candle's light flickered under her steps. She struggled to keep her cardigan closed around her chest, multitasking as she carried a few loaves of bread, a couple of nuts, and a jar of water. The closer she got to the higher-ups' chambers, the heavier her chest felt, and she started to consider the possibility that she might have caught a cold or something worse. Each step on the stairs to the upper floor felt torturous, and her body weakened.

Finally, she reached the door and softly knocked, trying not to wake the other superiors sleeping on the floor. "Captain? Captain Levi? It's me… I was wondering if you needed medicine, help… anything," her whisper felt absurdly loud in the still of the night. There was no response, so she knocked softly again and attempted to turn the doorknob. It was, of course, closed.

She had a moment of clarity as she thought, "I don't know what I was thinking." If Levi was feeling so unwell that he had been absent from work for almost three days, he was likely asleep, and that was the best medicine. Her legs flexed as she prepared to leave what she had brought with her on the floor when she snapped to attention as the door creaked open in front of her.

The air that slipped through the door hit her like a wrecking ball. It entered her nostrils, invaded her senses, and intoxicated her brain so quickly that she could barely process it. Levi's grey eyes observed her through the door's crack.

"Captain?" She whispered as her body grew warm, her cheeks flushed, her legs trembled, and her hands shook. The air felt heavy and lacking oxygen, and before she knew it, her natural response was to start apologising. "I… I brought you rations," she stammered, as if her brain was trying to come up with excuses.

As that intoxicating scent grew stronger, her body reacted. Her walls contracted, her legs pressed together, and she felt ashamed, especially since Levi was intensely staring at her through the crack of the door.

"Cap-?"

Before she could insist, the door opened slightly more, barely allowing her to slip inside. Once inside, the woody, pine scent with subtle undertones of mint, citrus, and lavender overtook her senses, leaving her devoid of coherent thought. Despite Levi's stature on the shorter side, the breadth of his shoulders and his imposing shadow against the door as he pushed it closed captured her attention. Perhaps, under different circumstances, she might have noticed the sound of the lock as he stood behind her, allowing her to venture inside his territory. But the pheromones worked their magic on her, causing her knees to weaken, her body to liquefy, and her face to flush. She felt a pulse of wetness down her core, dampening her underwear.

After placing the jar of water and rations on the desk, she leaned against it, feeling nearly incapable of standing. She had clearly overestimated her health; she was suffering from something more than just a cold. Her mouth grew dry, and she was about to turn and leave, back to her own bed, when Levi deliberately licked the back of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. She let out a loud gasp, trying to push him away.

Levi had her pinned against his desk. When had he moved so close to her? How was it possible that she hadn’t heard him? Most importantly, this wasn’t the Levi she knew, the one she peacefully drank tea with in the afternoons or the one who asked her if she needed anything from downtown when he was going to pick up rations with his squad.

Levi's pleasurable groans and purrs reverberated against his chest as he shamelessly licked the back of her neck and sniffed the area, softly caressing his canines against her skin.

"Captain, wait!" she tried to struggle away, pushing him off.

"Shh," he hushed, "no need to resist. I'll give you exactly what you came looking for, Omega."

Her body skipped a beat as she heard his hoarse voice. She felt her wetness spreading, an inner voice whispering, ‘Yes! Yes, this is what you want. Be good to him, be calm for him, be receptive, be a good little omega.’

Her legs trembled in desperation to stand straight, but the musky scent in the room awakened something deep inside her, almost animalistic. Levi's hands held her hips, pushing them backward, and his groan joined her pants as she felt the thick, throbbing member under his sweatpants. Her soft gasps weren't just because of the sweet friction she didn't want to enjoy as much as she did; Levi's half-hard member felt impossibly thick and demanding against her.

His fingers crept up her legs, her attempts to grab his wrists and stop him proving futile. "I-I'm not an omega! I'm a beta," she insisted.

Levi chuckled, the vibration reaching her as his fangs lightly grazed her vulnerable skin on her neck, not biting just yet, but teasing her with the idea of it. "Is that so? Well, this part of you says otherwise," his fingers moved up and down her soaking wet underwear.

"No- I… I'm not…"

"I can smell you, how sweet you taste, how wet you are, how desperate you are for it," Levi's voice was surprisingly calm, deep, and smooth, but with an undertone that made him sound as if he was lost, not completely in control of his own mind. "Submit, and I may take you to the bed, where your knees won't bruise."

"I'm not an omega," she repeated, her voice trembling. She could feel the wetness on her thighs seeping through her underwear and onto his fingers. It was humiliating yet exhilarating, confusing yet intoxicating. The scent of him surrounded her, consuming her senses, and despite herself, she couldn't help but arch her back, pressing herself closer to him.

Her heartbeat echoed in her ears; it seemed like a drum roll announcing their inevitable surrender. "But I… I can't…" His hands held her hips firmly, preventing any chance of escape while also keeping her close enough for him to sniff and lick her neck whenever he wanted.

"You are mine," he whispered hoarsely, his voice vibrating with raw desire. “That tight little hole of yours is twitching for me, begging for my knot. You’re obviously in need of a proper mate,”

His fingers danced along her hip bones, teasingly close to the place where they met but never touching. He leaned down further, his nose almost brushing against her hair. "I can smell your wetness, your readiness to take my seed.” His hips pressed and jerked against he, breathing heavily against her neck as he rocked his cock against her ass.

“I’ll breed you properly, do not worry,”

"It's because of the rut," she said quietly, trying to rationalise the situation but incapable of controlling the gasps "We both are affected by it."

Levi chuckled darkly, his hands moving up her sides to cup her breasts through her nightgown. "Yes, I’ve triggered your heat," he agreed, his voice husky.

His fingers brushed against her nipples through the thin fabric, sending shivers down her spine. She moaned softly, her body betraying her resistance. Her mind screamed at her to push him away, to run, but her body yearned for more.

"You’re not thinking straight" she cried out, her voice shaking with desire and anger.

"I know exactly what I want," Levi murmured, his breath warm against her skin. His dick swelled in his pants, this time ready for the actual act not some pathetic fantasy in his sheets. He spoke as if he was in trance, drunk on something sweeter than honey, softer than silk. His mouth started to salivate, teeth clenched and his hands lost control of his own strength as the veins of his hands and forearms popped as he tightened his grip.

She felt so small in his arms, so vulnerable yet so desired, and it was a confusing cocktail of emotions that left her feeling disoriented and helpless. But despite everything, there was an underlying thrill coursing through her veins, telling her that this wasn't something she should resist.

Her heart pounded against her chest as if trying to escape its confines. It was almost comical how desperately she wanted him, how eagerly she craved his touch, his scent, his possession. And yet, deep down, there was a part of her screaming at herself to fight against it, to run away, to save herself from becoming someone else's plaything.

The struggle inside her mirrored the one outside; Levi's grip on her hips tightened, pulling her closer while simultaneously pushing her back against the desk. His other hand moved up, tracing along her neckline until he reached the clasp of her nightgown. With a swift movement, he undid it, revealing more of her skin to his hungry eyes.

She gasped as the cold air hit her bare shoulders, making her nipples erect and visible beneath the thin fabric of her nightgown. Levi's gaze lingered on them for a moment before moving further down, taking in the sight of her wet underwear.

"You're so fucking wet," he whispered hoarsely, his voice barely audible over the sound of their heavy breathing. "I could take you right here, right now, against this damn table."

His fingers slid into the waistband of her underwear, tugging it down slightly. The sensation was exquisite yet terrifying, like walking a tightrope without any safety net below. Her body trembled with anticipation and fear, each breath she took only heightening her senses further.

Perhaps the worst part of it all is how arousing it was, him manhandling her to his own wishes. Hands squeezing and kneading the skin of her body to his own pleasure, his legs parting between hers to force the space and secure her own hips to the sturdy wedge of Levi’s hips.

"Please…" she whimpered, unsure whether she was begging for mercy or for more. “Please, not here,”

Levi's pupils dilated. It had been so long, so stupidly long. Perhaps the last time he recalled being inside something warm and releasing one load after the other, squeezed almost to death by soft, tight, warm walls, was during his thug days back in the underground. The anticipation festered in his mind, his chest rapidly rising and falling at the mere thought of it. Maybe that's why Omegas weren't allowed in the military, those pretty little things, the perfect match for his knot to force his seed repeatedly until it took. And God, it would work perfectly—the perkiness of her breasts, the pertness of her ass, the roundness of her hips, the glistening of her inner thighs as she moistened herself perfectly for him to slide right in. Every inch of her body was made for him to claim and breed.

His large, pale hand groped her ass, squeezing his fingertips against her skin until it left marks, the bruise of his strength. She felt like a doll in his hands, moldable and ready for his every whim. Yet, there was something strangely comforting about it too. To be utterly at his mercy, to surrender control and let him take charge—it was terrifying and exhilarating, all rolled into one. Her head turned to the side, her glittering eyes looking back at him expectantly.

Levi's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze fiery and possessive. Her eyes met his, and for the first time since this whole ordeal began, she saw something different in them. There was no humour, no coldness, no distance. Only raw desire, hunger, and possessiveness reflected back at her. "You want this, don't you? You fucking crave it," he chuckled darkly, his voice barely audible over the sound of their heavy breathing.

"I'm not…" she tried to protest again, but her words caught in her throat, trapped between fear and lust. She wanted him, needed him, yet part of her fought desperately against this primal urge.

Levi chuckled darkly, his fingers tracing along her inner thighs, barely touching but enough to send shivers down her spine. "You are," he whispered hoarsely, his breath warm against her skin. "And I plan to take advantage of it."

She whimpered again, a sound that was half protest, half pleasure.

Desperate to finally touch that sweet pool of warm slick between her legs, calloused fingers slipped upwards, running up and down her folds. Anything around her hole was dripping wet, almost to the middle of her legs. It felt absurd how her body reacted. Two unceremoniously fingers slipped in, her back arched, her lips parted, and she let out lewd moans that must have caught the attention of one or two higher-ups.

The sounds that reached his ears were obscene. It was ridiculous how she felt his fingers sliding right in and out, merciless but smooth. Her senses caught every humiliating detail of how wet she was for him. Levi didn't bother with detailed foreplay; there was no need. Her instincts had done all the work for him. Stupidly slippery, he parted his fingers, filling the pull of her walls that easily succumbed to the pressure, allowing more space for him, her cervix welcoming his load.

He withdrew his doused fingers, raised them up for him to take a good sniff before sucking them with delight. Almost throatily purring at the flavour, he said, "You're in the perfect cycle. I'm going to mount you and breed you as you deserve."

She emitted soft mews, her hips pushing backward, her ass slightly shaking to the sides, desperately trying to regain the alpha's attention. His head throbbed with determination as much as his manhood did inside his pants.

"Nngh.." she moaned, rocking against his desk, mourning the loss of his touch “Levi.. please,”

He stepped back slightly, giving her an illusion of freedom that was quickly shattered when he grabbed her hips again and lifted her off the ground. He wasted no time, she gasped as his fingers dug into her flesh, but it wasn't painful. Carrying her to his attached room as his hands sneaked under her ribs and pushed the nightgown over her head. Leaving her completely exposed. Levi's gaze roamed over her naked body, taking in every curve, every dip, every inch of her exposed skin. His canines gleamed dangerously as he licked his lips, almost like a predator sizing up its prey. Placing her on his mattress, the sheets were a mess and he had no mind in the past few days to even bother. Only serving further to his mind state.

Quickly he took off the sweatpants that hung lazily over his hips, tossing them aside not minding where they landed before he sinked a knee on the mattress crawling over her frame. How welcoming her body was, legs parting to show her leaking hole as a trophy for him to claim. Widening his knees to brace himself for what was about to come. Her watery eyes looked at the throbbing cock between his legs, it wasn’t just the length or the grid of it. It was the curve, the glycerin of the tip with pre-cum and the base that was already inflating in anticipation, softly twitching under the night light in arousement. The idea of being bred by an alpha as strong as Levi made her rock her hips against absolutely nothing, feeling her wetness sneak between her ass cheeks into the bed.

“Alpha… please ah- Come on,” She mewled, obviously already too far gone into it.

Her eyelashes fluttered while she laid trembling in the sheets, soft mewls convinced with keens as Levi’s lip latched on one of her buds, fingers massaging the softness of her breasts. Levi moved forward, hovering over the smaller omega. Yanking one leg over his shoulders only for his fingers to find the place he was going to claim once more, harshly biting the tender meat of her inner legs.

Levi's finger, slick with her arousal, slid into her tight heat with ease. He allowed a soft grunt of satisfaction to escape his lips, his eyes fixed on her flushed face as he carefully gauged the reactions. He curled his finger inside her, searching for the spot that would bring the sweet creature the most pleasure. His touch was controlled and skilled, determined to bring her to the peak of ecstasy.

"You like that, don’t you? Fuck, you’re sucking me in. Desperate little bitch for my seed. Trust in me, my omega."

His thumb found her clit, gently rubbing circles against it as his finger continued to thrust in and out of her wetness. The stimulation from his finger and thumb working in tandem left her teetering on the edge of pleasure, her moans growing louder with each passing moment.

"Alpha," Y/N moaned, feeling herself close, seeing him with residues of her wetness in his mouth "It feels good… I feel full,"

Levi's eyes darkened with desire as he heard her moans of pleasure and felt her walls tighten around his finger. He had to bite down a smirk as the mere thought of someone hearing him claiming what was rightfully his felt like a wet dream come true. Her words of satisfaction only fueled his own pride.

"You're doing so well, my omega," he murmured, his voice filled with husky approval. "Just let go and surrender,”

With his skilled touch, he increased the pace of his finger, thrusting deeper and faster inside her, while his thumb continued to rub herclit with firm and precise movements. Levi's own desire burned within him, his cock twitching against his lower abdomen, leaking shamelessly.

His movements became more urgent, his finger thrusting faster within her as his thumb pressed harder against her perfect spot. The dual sensations sent powerful waves of pleasure coursing through her body, bringing her closer and closer to the edge of climax. With one final, powerful thrust, Levi's fingers found that sweet spot within her, his thumb exerting a steady pressure on her bud. The combination of sensations was overwhelming, all consuming. Crying out his name, sweet body convulsed with pleasure, waves of ecstasy crashing over the poor creature.

Red swollen lips swollen and flushed face, she observed him withdraw his fingers and lick them cleans with a satisfaction smirk.

"Full?" He questioned, almost mocking "Oh, already? but I'll stuff you even more"

His words drew her eyes to his cock, that at this rate looked painfully ready. "Indeed," he replied, his voice laced with a mixture of lust and dominance. "I will show you what it truly means to be filled, to be completely consumed by an alpha."

A soft breath of rationality crossed her mind, forcing her to contour under his frame and seek liberation, fighting back and struggling. Levi's eyes narrowed slightly as he noticed the lack of cooperation. His dominant demeanour increased as the prospect of losing his potential mate felt outrageous.

"Your body is capable of accommodating me. Your body was made to be claimed by an alpha," he insisted, letting out an irritated snarl.

Drawing back into his knees, harsh hands gripping her hips and flipping her over. “Present,” he snarted commanding. Soft mewls left her lips as she sinked slightly into the mattress but Levi had run out of patience. Strong hands pushing between her shoulder blades to force the correct arch of her back, muffled cries left her lips as her face was buried into the mattress. No thought crossed her mind, she was devoid of any real rational capability as she felt her own wetness oozing out of her raised ass. Fingers sinking into her hips bones to secure the position and thick muscular thighs parting between her to find the perfect levalege for what was about to come.

The tip of his cock ran up and down her folds gathering the wetness and his hands spread it over his length, mixing it with his own leaking pre-cum. Thick head of his cock began to sink into her tight and wet heat. The sensation of her walls wrapping around him, the way her body tried to miserably accommodate him so willingly, sent shivers of pleasure down his spine. His breath held as it was a tight fit. Her nails sinked into the sheet as she squirm and wiggle her hips. Knees sliding over the bed, finding any way to create more space for him as he sank deeper.

He could feel her body twist and adjust to his size, her walls clenching around him in response. The feeling of being completely buried within her warmth made his breath hitch in his chest.

“Ah-Nnhg! Wait,” she cried out as the pleasure and pain mixed extremely well inside her fogged brain.

"Relax," he growled, rambling his hips forward. Both of them let out a loud moan as he finally sinked all the way in. With slow, deliberate movements, he began to move within her, withdrawing his length and then pushing back in. And not fully because he wanted, if it had been left to him, he would have been pounding the body below him in animalistic rhythm to the point her knees raised from the bed but she was definitely not accustomed to being mated by an alpha. His thick length spread her deeper and faster each time, as her own body eased out the process as she felt herself become ever wetter.

At this rate, if the rest hadn’t woken up, then they must be deaf. The squeaks of the bed, the slamming of the frame against the walls. The high detailed wet noises of skin against skin, his thick fat cock entering in her wet heap over and over again. Only adding her loud moans of pleasure that turned into winces each time he bottomed up. The pull of his cock sliding in each time deeper was maddening, to the point that her breath came out in chopped pants, finding it difficult to breathe more each time despite trying.

The grip of his hands on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into the skin possessively. His thrusts became more forceful and deliberate, his hips meeting her with every movement, driving himself deeper into her core. “Ah- Yes!” moans grew louder, echoing in the room, mixing with his growls of pleasure.

Levi's pace intensified, the sound of his hips slapping against her filling the room, the bed rocking with each powerful thrust. Time seemed to stand still, lost in the overwhelming sensations that coursed through both of their bodies.

"You're mine," he growled, his voice possessive and dominant. Both intoxicated, each on their own duty. His to fuck, bit, lick, suck anything that would him secure to be buried up as deep as possible, make sure that the head of his cock was assaulting the sweet welcoming open of her womb. And hers to slay sprawled on the bed for Levi to have his way with her, take anything she was giving and allow him to do his work.

"Yes! yes, alpha! I'm yours," she moaned back "claim me,"

Her body seemed to have a mind of its own as the eagerness of his movements told the inner instincts about what was about to come. Her inner omega knew exactly what was about to happen, preparing for something that not even herself was entirely sure about.

“Fuck! Nhg… Yes, shit!” his voice turned hoarse as he snarled in pleasure. Nothing he had been trying to provide for himself the last couple of days could ever compare to his. Anything else paled in comparison to the melting heat of her cunt, to the slippery heaven her hole was. He could feel the walls contract around him, milking him for everything he was worth. He could almost sob on how good it felt, especially after all the build abstinence. Depriving himself of this was simple torture, he wasn’t even done yet and he could already moan at the idea of repeating it all over again.

Levi's control over her was absolute as he held her down, his dominance and power asserting itself with each forceful thrust. The intoxicating mixture of pleasure and pain coursed through her veins, igniting a primal hunger within her. The sound of Y/N’s moans and pleas filled the air, driving him further into a state of possessive desire. His movements became more frenzied, his hips snapping against hers with a relentless rhythm. The force of his thrusts owned her wince, the delicate edge between pleasure and pain blurring and simply adding to the intensity of the experience.

Levi moved to hover over her, his chest pressed against her back, his hands wrapping down her arms to push her back as he thrusted in.

“Ah! Ah!” Flustering lids as her eyes rolled backwards, lips parted letting out encouraging words that would be extremely embarrassing to recall later on.

“I’m gonna breed you- Fuck- I’ll stuff you full that the only reason you won’t be leaking my cum its because I’ll knot you so fucking well” Levi growled, hips stuttering. She felt the alpha shudder above her, thrusts becoming frantic.

“Yes! Yes, please,” she moaned eagerly, unaware, unconscious. In the delicious state she was in, hardly could notice any change in the process. Only how the head of his cock hit her cervix repeatedly, preparing it to accept his load. Further spreading her legs as the knees and sobs become incoherent. The prospect of being mated and claimed but such a good alpha was enough reassurance for her drunk brain.

Mouth hanging open but produced no sound as another climax was ripped through her, her legs trembling and shaking in desperation. Feeling her own walls clamping down on Levi’s length, spamming around it. Another pulse of slick forced out of her, oozing it down and obscenely wetting even his own legs as his cock kept stretching her out. Her inner instincts were so pleased, so extremely delighted of being held down and mated properly.

Levi’s desperate groans and snarts grew harsh and breathy as his own body prepared for the peak of the act. He had no idea how long he had been there, snapping his hips, holding her down, assaulting that beautiful cunt. However, Levi had concluded a simple thought. His entire life and sense of living had been reduced to this moment. One hand reached backwards to the bottom of her belly to press and feel, feeling his own cock was getting larger.

“Mhhh! Nhg” her winces as it was already too much to handle. “No- no!” she resisted, it was too much, no amount of slick and hazed pheromones could clouded her mind to the feeling of him stretching her rim impossibly wide.

His lower abs contracted, his legs twitched with the prospect, his possessive growls reverberated on his chest as he warned her of ruining this precise moment for him. His movements became even more primal, his grip on her body tightening as he pounded into her with a commanding force. The sound of her wetness and the slap of skin against skin filled the room, echoing the intensity.

Moving in earnest with a single purpose, knotting. “W-wait!” She cried, each push had that large cockhead touching my cervix, preparing it to accept his load.

Levi’s sharp snarl pierced through her body as he feared his mate escaping on the peak of the act or perhaps moving and running his calculative pounding. Pale lips parted, heavy breath impacting on the back of her head, saliva dripping from the corners of his lips. His teeth sinked mercilessly on the back of her neck, right on her scent gland and forcing submission into her frame. Latching his jaw around the back of the omega’s neck, drawing blood out of it as it mixed with his own saliva as he was drooling of the pleasure that cursed through him.

She could no longer move, her body became a pliant frame for him to deliver powerful thrust, his knots brushed against her entrance, teasing and preparing to further claim her and fill her with his seed. The grip on her frame was almost painful as he kept thrusting forward, trying to force his knot, the swollen part of the bottom of his lengths, to finally break in.

Her mouth hung open but produced no sound as she felt him finally being able to pop inside his knot with a last trust. Now unable to pull out anymore, his cock securely pressed as deep as it could go, head right on the opening of her womb, his knot secured in her entrance making sure that all his seed remained inside. No longer pushing out, only rocking against her frame. The pleasure of being stroked so deep within at such a brutal pace had her insides fluttering. Walls contracted around Levi's cock as he circled his hips jerking. Y/N squirmed as she felt the hot liquid gushing into her. Levi's shallow pumps released more each time. Rodding out his climax, growling softly as he humped desperately the soft body beneath him. Each shallow pump released more of his hot seed deep within her. With each pulsation, she felt the overwhelming fullness.

“Ah-” She mewled out as he released her neck to press his forehead against her nape, purring content to the point she could almost feel the satisfaction smile on the corner of his lips. Quick were to arrive the soft kisses and gentle laps on the claiming mark to numb the zone.

Levi’s endearing vibrations echoed on her exhausted frame as his chest was still pressed against her back. His hands now running up and down her sides as he kissed his shoulder blades delighted of a successful mating. It was a mere wash of calmness until the heat demanded them to retake the actions repeatedly.

Levi manoeuvred them to be laying on their side, spooning her from behind as they couldn't unlock yet. The cramped sheets at the bottom of the bed frame as the heat of their connected body was enough despite the winter temperatures. He dedicated to deliver affectionate gesture, a calming reassurance after the intensity of their union. He held her close, his strong arm draped around her waist as if somehow she could still perhaps run away. The tips of his hair tickled her face as Levi provided one of his arms as a pillow for both to rest their heads. It was stupid, to the point he probably would be ashamed later on how happy his mind was about it.

Pillows were spread around the floor, half-eaten loaves of bread on the night table. Shivers ran down his body as the air was humid and cold, dense and thick with confinement. The almost transparent sheets weren’t enough; his hand searched in vain and blindness for his blankets. He sat up abruptly, suddenly ashamed of his own nudity as his body felt sticky. His hips hurt, his legs contracted as if he had run a marathon, his hair clung to his forehead because of the lack of wash, his body froze as the sweat had turned cold.

Grey eyes roamed around his room that suddenly felt foreign to him. It was a mess, and he didn’t just say that because he was a clean freak. It WAS a mess. The sheets hung wrinkled on the edge of the bed, the bed frame had moved around, there were dirty dishes and jars of water half-drunk. His stomach groaned, complaining as the necessity to ingest food over any other priorities started to retake his system. The thick saliva in his mouth was gulped down slowly as his eyes admired the naked body sleeping next to him on the bed, tired and unaware. Levi couldn’t unglue his eyes from her naked back. His fingers ghosted over the purplish inflated claiming mark on the girl’s neck, not daring to touch it.

“No…” he whispered as realisation began to sink into his brain, which was finally, after almost over a week, regaining rationality. He slightly shook his head as he felt blame crawling up to him as if it was all a big mistake. Trying to search for a glimmer of hope, he carefully hovered over her peacefully resting body to softly sniff the mark he had left behind.

Shutting his eyes closed with pain and clenching his teeth, he breathed out, “Fuck!” Everything made sense now. She had mentioned that she was from a small country village and that during her nurse training, she lived in an omegas and betas only pension. Nature was wise—why waste energy and precious heat cycles when there was nobody around to claim her? It was better to save it for a worthy occasion. The way bringing her pastries from downtown brightened up her features, his necessity to provide tea for her, the chemical reaction of his face being too close to her neck that occasion. He had triggered her presentation.

‘A late bloomer,’ he thought. Unpresented, assumed to be a beta. His instincts knew better than himself.

“What the fuck have I done?” He cursed under his breath.

“Levi?”

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