#levi one-shot

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Riding then jerking him off

Armin eating you out

Armin praising your body

Dry humping

Pumping himself in your pussy

Sitting on his face

Jerking him off as he becomes a moaning mess

Rough pussy eating

Armin trying to gain your attention

Dry humping pt 2

Face fucking

Armin teasing you with his fingers

Squirting on his fingers

Rough cream pie

Playing with your clit, while fucking you

Slow passionate sex

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Wearing Their Clothes

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Summary: The brothers' reactions to seeing you wear an article of their clothing.

Of all the things that surprised you in the Devildom, one of the biggest shocks was the fact that it had weather just like the Human Realm. Of course, there were many representations of what “Hell” looked like. You just never saw one that showed it raining or snowing there. So, when large snowflakes started falling, to say you were both shocked and confused would be an understatement.

You were still at RAD when it started snowing. There had been a mandatory student council meeting; and, afterwards, Lucifer had asked you to stay behind and help him with some paperwork.

Diavolo had asked Lucifer to have the exchange students fill out a survey on how their time in the Devildom had been so far; and, since you were already with him, he thought yours would be the easiest to fill out.

He was pleasantly surprised when you had nothing but praise to give Lucifer. He wore a proud smile as you talked about how much you’ve been enjoying your time in the Devildom. He loved hearing you talk about it - each commendation making him feel the all-too-familiar emotion that had been bestowed upon his demon form. 

He was having such a great time, in fact, that he didn’t realize how late it had gotten until he looked out the window and noticed how dark it was outside. 

“We must have lost track of time,” Lucifer told you before offering to walk with you back to the House of Lamentation. Not that you had a choice in the matter. After all, it was far too dangerous for you to walk back by yourself.

The second you stepped outside of RAD, you immediately regretted it. The cold air bit at your skin as the snow continued to fall. You cursed yourself for not bringing a jacket; but, how were you supposed to know that it was going to snow in the Devildom today.

You walked silently alongside Lucifer, doing your best to keep your teeth from chattering. Lucifer studied you as the two of you walked. You were usually more chatty. Was something wrong?

He looked at your appearance. Your complexion was flushed, your body slightly shivering. Lucifer raised an eyebrow as suddenly he understood what was happening - you were cold.

Lucifer was immediately taking off his large fur cape and offering it to you. The gesture warmed your heart, but you declined. He needed it or else he would be cold - you argued. Lucifer would make an argument about how much more fragile humans were than demons and then tell you, “Besides, I can’t have you die from the cold. It would be a bad look for Lord Diavolo.”

You chuckled at his words before agreeing, realizing Lucifer wasn’t going to back down. He helped place his cape over your shoulders, securing it in place. You were immediately thankful for the warmth the cape provided - the color almost instantly returning to your cheeks.

Lucifer couldn’t help but smile as he looked at you in his cape - the sheer size of it nearly enveloping your entire body. The snow fell on top of you, your hair and eyelashes being coated in white. You looked beautiful. 

Lucifer admired you the whole way home, hoping that it would snow more often in the Devildom so that he could see you in his cape more often.

Mammon liked to spend a lot of time in your room. After all, he was your “first” so why shouldn’t he be allowed in there whenever he liked. He would spend countless hours in there with you. It didn’t matter what the two of you were doing, as long as you were hanging out. Some nights, by the time you were done, it would be so late that he would just stay the night in there.

So, it was no surprise when he accidentally left one of his shirts in your room. It was just a plain, black t-shirt. Nothing truly identifiable about it. Because of that, you had accidentally mistaken it for one of your shirts. 

Mammon however knew the difference. He had been looking for that shirt, not knowing where he had misplaced it.

He came to check for it in your room, barging in without knocking. “Oi, Y/N,” he began but stopped realizing the room was empty. He heard the faint sound of water running coming from the bathroom and realized you were taking a shower. He sat down on your bed, deciding to wait for you.

He scrolled on his D.D.D. for a while until the water turned off. Then a few minutes later, you came out of the bathroom - wearing his shirt.

Mammon felt his heart stop as his eyes were glued to you, his D.D.D. long forgotten about. You were surprised to see Mammon sitting in your room and you were about to say something when you noticed the deep red blush that coated his cheeks as he sat there looking incredibly flustered. “Mammon, are you okay?”

He wouldn't answer your question. Instead, he asked, “I-Is that my shirt?!” Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked down at the black shirt you were wearing, now recognizing it as his. “Oh, I’m sorry,” you told him.

Mammon was a mess. The shirt clung to your body in the best way possible, leading Mammon’s mind to wander to different images of you in that shirt…and out of it. Noticing his expression you said, “I can change.”

“N-No!” Mammon said, jumping off the bed now. That was the last thing he wanted. Realizing his slip-up, Mammon tried to quickly cover his tracks by saying, “Just be grateful that the great Mammon is letting ya wear his clothes!”

When he does get his shirt back, he immediately notices that it smells like you, something that makes him smile. He will never wear it again or wash it. 

Levi was never supposed to find out.

You were doing a cosplay outfit for one of your favorite animes. You had made several videos online and had gotten a decent amount of likes. You loved it and the amount of online support you got encouraged you to do more and more outfits.

Well, it just so happened that the character you were trying to portray had a specific blue and orange jacket. It was pertinent to the character; but, you had nothing similar. So, you began brainstorming ideas on what you could do to try and replicate the clothing item.

Then, it suddenly dawned on you. You had seen Levi wearing a jacket with the same colors. It wasn’t an exact match but it would be close enough. 

You took in a deep breath as you made your way to the coat closet in the House of Lamentation, praying it was there. 

To your luck, when you opened the door, amongst the miscellaneous other coats, it was hanging up in the closet. You let out a small breath of relief. You reached your hand out to take the jacket but hesitated. Levi would probably freak if he saw you wearing his jacket. But, you really needed it.

You debated the pros and cons of taking the jacket.. One on hand, if you went and asked Levi if you could borrow the jacket, he would most likely mumble something about normies before declining out of embarrassment. Then you would be out of luck. However, if you just borrowed the jacket for a few minutes - just to make the video. Then, you could put it back and he’d never know.

Deciding that was the best course of action, you quickly took the jacket and headed back up to your room. You put the jacket on as the finishing touch and looked in the mirror. Perfect.

You began recording the video, making sure to have the perfect lighting and angle. When you were done, you rewatched it, satisfied with the results. Alright, time to put Levi’s jacket back.

“Hey, Y/N, what-,” Levi suddenly came rushing into the room. Both of you froze in shock. Was that…his? “Levi!” you said, nervously looking at him. You had been caught.

“I can explain,” you told him as his eyes widened and a blush coated his cheeks. Not only were you wearing his clothes like some normie couple, but you looked good in it. 

“I was making a cosplay video and I needed to borrow it,” you admitted. “C-Cosplay?” Levi asked, stuttering out his words as he tried to comprehend the situation.

He let out a small scream as he recognized the character you were dressed up as. It was from one of the animes he recommended to you. His eyes then trailed to the video that was still playing on your D.D.D.

You slowly took off his jacket and handed it back to him, blushing slightly. “Sorry, for taking it without asking.”

Levi took the jacket, not sure what to say. So he said the first thing that came to his mind. “Y-You’re missing the sunglasses.”

What? Levi looked back at the video again and you understood. Of course! You were missing the sunglasses for the cosplay. You knew you were missing something!

“I-I have a pair that might match,” Levi said, offering you back his jacket. If you were going to make a cosplay video, he was going to be part of it.

“That would be great!” you replied. Levi quickly left to retrieve the sunglasses as you put his jacket back on. He returned within moments, handing you the sunglasses. You put them on the way the character would and Levi asked if he could help you record the video to which you were unbelievably grateful for. 

Levi was smiling the whole time he helped. He couldn’t believe how talented you were in your impression of the character. More importantly, he couldn’t believe you were wearing his clothes!

You were sitting in Satan’s room reading a book while you waited for him to return. The two of you had been spending the afternoon together. You were reading one of your favorites, and he had been doing the same until about a few minutes ago. He had just finished his book and told you he was going to go to the library to get another book. He promised he would return shortly but it had already been several minutes.

You were huddled up underneath a blanket, but you were still cold. It felt like Satan’s room had no heat whatsoever. You let out a small sigh as you tore your eyes from the page, glancing around the room for anything that could help you warm back up. 

You couldn’t see any blankets, but you noticed one of Satan’s sweaters sitting not too far from you. You let out a small sigh as you turned the idea over and over in your head. He wouldn’t be mad if you borrowed it, right? Not if you told him you were cold. 

You wanted to ask Satan’s permission, so you waited a few more minutes, but when you realized he wasn’t going to be coming back for a while - you decided to risk it. 

You quickly jumped out of the blanket and moved over to the sweater. You picked it up carefully, admiring the material before slipping it over your head. You noticed that it smelt like Satan, the scent making you feel like you were enveloped in his arms. 

You clutched the sweater a little closer to you before moving back to your spot and huddling underneath the blanket. You opened your book back up to the spot you were at and got lost in the fictional world once again.

You were so distracted by the words on the page that you didn’t notice when Satan entered the room. He was about to announce his presence when he noticed the familiar article of clothing that you were wearing. 

His cheeks turned pink as he looked at you wearing his sweater. You looked so adorable curled up under the blanket, reading a book, while wearing his clothes. It warmed his heart. Satan moved over to you, doing his best to hide his smile. 

He sat down next to you and you had completely forgotten that you were wearing his sweater. As if it was second nature to do so. “Did you find a book?” you asked him.

Satan nodded his head before telling you, “I’m really excited to see how this turns out.” You smiled in response, thinking he was talking about the book. He wasn’t so sure.

From now on, if you were in his presence and looked the slightest bit cold, he would immediately offer you his sweater, wanting to see you in his clothes more often.

Asmo was the resident fashion designer in the House of Lamentation. Whenever someone needed advice on an outfit, they immediately turned to him.; and, it was no secret why. His fashion advice was always on point. He could turn the dullest of outfits into a beautiful masterpiece. 

Tonight, Asmo had invited you to dinner at a new restaurant that had open. They asked him to attend with a plus one to bring more business. After all, he had tons of fans who would go to the restaurant just to see him.

Asmo had asked you to be his plus one, and you couldn’t have been more excited. Until he told you how many people would be looking at the two of you and taking pictures. Then, nerves set in as you began panicking about what to wear.

“Don’t worry! I’ll help you!” Asmo comforted, taking you by your hand to your room. He would have you put on a mini-fashion show for him, trying on multiple different outfits to try and find the right one. But, nothing you had quite fit the vibe of the restaurant. 

Asmo thought for a moment, until he came up with an idea. He had the perfect outfit for you! Asmo quickly brought you to his room, pulling out the outfit and handing it to you. He ushered you into his bathroom, telling you to try it on.

When you did, you were surprised at how well it fit - and how good it looked. You stepped out of the bathroom and at first, Asmo didn’t say anything. He just stared at you, a large smile spreading across his face.

“How do I look?” you asked after the silence began to grow awkward. Asmo tried to keep his composure as the thought of you wearing his clothes in public threatened to spark his sin. “That’s the one!” Asmo told you excitedly before helping you do your make-up. By the end of it all, the two of you looked like you had walked straight off the pages of a magazine. 

You made your way to the restaurant and when you got there, you were met with countless cameras. It seemed like everyone wanted to capture the restaurant’s grand opening.

Asmo grabbed your hand as the cameras started flashing, documenting yours and Asmo’s presence. He led you into the restaurant, his smile only growing larger as he thought about you wearing his outfit. The photos would forever document that you were wearing his clothes.

It was a complete accident. 

You had left the House of Lamentation while it was warm out, so you didn’t think to bring an umbrella. Who would?

Well, apparently, it was the biggest mistake you could have made because on your way home, you had found yourself in the middle of a rainstorm. You had no protection from it, the droplets soaking you from head to toe.

You began running to the House of Lamentation, letting out a sigh of relief as you made it to the front door. You quickly entered, thankful to be out of the storm. Then you heard someone behind you. “I see you forgot your umbrella.” You jumped as you turned around and saw Lucifer standing there.

A small blush coated your cheeks as you were embarrassed of the state you were currently in. Lucifer asked you to go to the laundry room so that you didn’t track water everywhere and you agreed, making a beeline towards the room.

When you got there, you quickly took off your wet clothes. You looked around the large room for your basket of laundry, confused when you couldn’t find it.

Then, you realized you had taken it to your room earlier to finish folding the clean clothes. Could this day get any worse.

So, here you were standing naked in the House of Lamentation's laundry room, contemplating how you ended up here. 

You had to come up with something quick before one of the brothers accidentally walked in on you. 

Looking to your right, you saw a large black t-shirt with a design on it. You quickly picked it up, examining it. You had seen Beel wearing it at some point. You held it up to you and noticed that it was so big compared to you. It would be enough to cover you until you could make it to your room. 

You quickly slipped Beel’s shirt on, double-checking that everything was covered before opening the door. All you had to do was make it to your room without being seen. Easy, right?

You turned out of the laundry room, immediately bumping into a large figure. The force caused you to stumble back as you felt two large arms steady you. You looked up to see Beel, looking at you like a confused puppy as he took in your appearance. 

You immediately began blushing as he asked, “Are you wearing my shirt?” Your mind tried to explain the situation, but your words merely came out as a series of stuttered words before you gave up. “It’s a long story,” you told him defeatedly.

Beel could see that you had a long day and he didn’t want to make it worse. So, he didn’t question you any further. Besides, he had to admit it made him feel flustered, seeing you in his clothes. He thought it was adorable how his shirt looked like it was going to swallow you up at any moment.

“Keep it as long as you need,” Beel told you with a small smile. You were thankful that Beel didn’t make things any more awkward as you pushed past him to go to your room.

Beel entered the laundry room to get the rest of his clothes and noticed your discarded clothes. His cheeks felt hot as realized that you were completely nude underneath his shirt. 

He did his best to push out intrusive thoughts as he made his way back to his room, his clean laundry in his arms.  

Revenge.

When it came to you and Belphie, you were sure that was the only reason you did anything anymore. 

Belphie liked to act like a brat and decided to do things he knew would frustrate you because he liked to see the way you would react.

So, he decided to start a prank war with you. But, you were not a pushover; and, you were going to make sure Belphie realized that once and for all. 

So, when he started pulling minor pranks. You let him think he was getting the best of you, until you had pulled a much larger prank on him. You had surprised Belphie with your creativity and your tenacity. But, he wasn’t ready to back down either.

Minor pranks turned into much more serious ones, the two of you so wrapped up in your war that you could hardly pay attention to anything else.

You had just pulled your latest prank of Belphie the day before. You were waiting anxiously for Belphie to pull his prank, constantly watching your back. 

He could strike from anywhere at any time. 

It was getting late, so you had decided Belphie wasn’t going to pull his prank today. You went to your bedroom to go to bed.

However, as soon as you opened the door to your room, you immediately regretted it as a large bucket off water poured on top of you. You let out a small gasp as your clothes were completely drenched. Really?!

You let out a small scoff as you immediately began thinking of retaliation pranks, making your way to your closet to change into a dry pair of clothes.

But, when you got there, you saw that the closet was completely empty. Belphie had taken all of your clothes.

You were fuming as you made your way to the Twin’s Room, bursting through the door to find Belphie in there by himself, lounging on his bed with a smile. 

“Where are my clothes?” you asked him, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Belphie replied, smirking back at you.

“All of my clothes are gone,” you stated, knowing full well that he was the culprit. “It looks like you’ll just have to sleep in your wet clothes then,” Belphie replied, turning his attention to his D.D.D.

You glared at him, anger coursing through your veins. He was not winning this one. After realizing Belphie wasn’t going to give you your clothes back, you came up with a new idea.

“Fine,” you told him, marching over to his closet. Belphie tore his eyes away from D.D.D to look up at you. “What are you doing?” he asked, watching your every move.

“If I can’t wear my clothes, then I’ll just have to wear yours,” you replied, stripping your shirt off before putting his on. The rage you were feeling was clouding your mind to the point where you didn’t even realize you had just undressed in front of Belphie.

Belphie most definitely realized though, the image of your half-naked body being seared into his mind as he looked at you in shock.

You then changed into a pair of Belphie’s sweatpants and his cheeks were stained pink as he tried to comprehend what was happening. Luckily, the shirt had covered most of what he would have seen. But, his imagination was running wild. 

You turned to face him, wearing his clothes and his eyes traced every inch of you. You wore a satisfied smirk as you locked eyes. “Good night,” you stated, walking back out of the twins room, a blush on your cheeks at the way Belphie was looking at you. You won.

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⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪ hallmark holiday !!

ᝰ.ᐟ tis the season to sit by the fireplace and indulge in cheesy, cliche, ever-so-predictable hallmark movies where we know the main couple will always get their happily ever after. alternatively: a scenario post detailing the cliche holiday romance you and your fave would be ♡ྀི ( fem!reader & sfw )

starring keiji akaashi, atsumu miya, shoyo hinata, seishiro nagi, shoei barou, yoichi isagi, jinpachi ego, noel noa, rin itoshi, oliver aiku, kento nanami, naoya zenin, porco galliard, colt grice, levi ackerman

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⋆⁺₊❅. dedicated to you starring keiji akaashi synopsis keiji akaashi finally gets his dream promotion to the literature department — sort of. see, first he's given what the company calls a "trial run", where they're testing to see how well he'll do. if this book that he edits makes it to the bestseller's list within its first month of publication, he gets the position permanently. fail, and he doesn't just get demoted — he gets fired. this dream of his becomes a nightmare whenever he realizes the author they're assigning to him is you — famous literary critic turned author. well, almost an author. this will be your first book you're ever writing. see, you've got a bit of a reputation. your reviews of novels, whether they'e indie books available only on kindle unlimited or works considered to be modern classics, are nothing short of scathing. rarely is there ever a book that seems to impress you. and while your reviews are valid, a group of scorned writers (who are all beloved by the booktok community, which, in your opinion, invalidates everything they do by default) publicly challenge you: if their writing is so bad, why don't you publish a book and show them how it's done?

exclusive sneak peek! "so you're my editor?" you raise an eyebrow at the man sitting across from you. he's wearing a brown blazer, his hair neatly parted with gel, and he has such a mild-mannered aura about him that you want to groan in agony. of course, the only shmuck who'd be willing to touch your book (book is generous; you barely have half of a first draft) would be some dweeb who's probably been out of work for like, the last year. "yes. i'm keiji akaashi. we spoke over email." he reaches into his workbag, probably to hand you a business card that you'll end up tossing in the cafe's trashcan. "oh. from the tone of your emails, i was expecting someone..." you don't finish your sentence. "someone what?" he asks. "it's nothing." you wave your hand, as if to tell him that the comment was useless anyway. "listen, i'm sure i'm not your ideal client, but we don't have to keep meeting. i'll make your job easy by making sure you never have to edit or touch a single letter on my drafts. just let me handle this my own way, and i'm sure—" "no." you don't normally let people interrupt you, but the shift in his tone makes you pause. you stare at him curiously, only this time, you notice that keiji akaashi doesn't seem so mild-mannered right now. he continues. "i'm not sure where you got the bright idea that you would just write this book on your own, but you don't make a deal with a major publishing house just to go about the project like all the indie authors you criticize in your little column. the minute you signed that contract, you became my responsibility." akaashi looks you in the eyes as he tells you, "so from this point forward, your book is about to become our book. and i only plan on producing bestsellers." you smile at that, leaning forward and matching the intensity of his gaze. "good. because i only plan on writing a bestseller."

⋆⁺₊❅. make it to christmas starring atsumu miya synopsis break-ups can be tough. coming home for the holidays can be tougher. combine these two situations, and throw in the fact that no one can know about said break-up, and this might be the toughest situation to go through. here's the deal: you and atsumu, who've been together for the past four years, are deemed "most likely to get married". your friends, family, and even strangers on the internet all think you two are the couple that will make them believe in the power of love again. with this type of pressure, neither of you are willing to wreck the holiday spirit by announcing your break-up, and really, mama miya just got a particularly bad diagnosis. the last thing either of you want to do is break her heart some more. so, you both agree to pretend to still be together, all for the sake of "saving christmas", so to speak. but then, mama miya walks in on the two of you in the kitchen at the worst possible moment. atsumu is down on one knee, kneeling in front of you. finally, some good news this season: her baby boy is getting married to the love of his life.

exclusive sneak peak! "atsumu, this whole thing is a mess!" you whisper-shout at him, leaning down and examining the space beneath the floor kitchen cabinets in search of your missing earring. "well, you can't back out now!" he whisper-shouts back, crawling on all fours to help you look for the damn earrings osamu's new girlfriend gifted you. "what would we tell everybody?" "how about the truth?" "we will tell them the truth! right after christmas." "you idiot, your mom has her next appointment the day after christmas! the whole point i agreed to this was so that way we wouldn't crush her with a whole day of bad news!" "you're right." your back is turned to him, but even without looking, you know he's nodding his head. "we should just wait 'til the month's over then." "that's even worse!" now you finally do turn around, crossing your arms against your chest. "i really think this was a bad idea. we need to figure out how to come clean before this whole thing blows up in our faces." he sighs, knowing that you're right. you always are. it's what he loves — loved; he's not quite sure if he's still allowed to use the L-word concerning you — about you. then, he perks up, catching a glint of your missing earring. propping himself up on his good knee, he presents the ring to you earnestly. "oh!" you grin, happy that atsumu found the damn thing. now, osamu's girlfriend will be properly placated. before you can reach for it, three things happen in rapid succession. one: the kitchen door swings open. two: mama miya assesses the situation quickly, and lets out the biggest shriek of excitement heard 'round the world. three: this whole thing definitely just blew up in your faces.

⋆⁺₊❅. v for valentine starring shoyo hinata synopsis you hate valentine's day — after you found out your (former!) boyfriend of three years was cheating on you on this very special holiday, you see what the 14th is all about. commercialized "love": packaged in bright pink packaging and red hearts that get sold to unsuspecting fools. however, as a wedding planner, you still have to love love. it's just hard to whenever the wedding you're planning is set for feb. 14th... and it's to your ex-boyfriend and the girl he cheated on you with. you know it's petty and ridiculous and horribly immature, but you're plotting and scheming ways to ruin their wedding without it being tied directly back to you. the only obstacle in your way, though, is the bride-to-be's annoying cousin who immediately catches onto your plans and seems intent on putting a stop to you.

exclusive sneak peek! "what do you think you're doing?" you jump up, startled at the sudden intrusion. everyone else is supposed to be occupied, oohing and ahhing at bridezilla's reception dress reveal. "nothing." you say, in that tone of voice that makes it very, very obvious to anyone who can hear that you were definitely up to something. "really?" hinata asks. "because it looks like you're trying to convince the dog to tear up my cousin's high heels." busted. (you're too flustered and trying to come up with an excuse as to why there's peanut butter on his cousin's designer heels that you don't notice the way hinata looks like he's trying to hold back his laughter.)

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⋆⁺₊❅. married by christmas starring seishiro nagi synopsis as the only daughter of the mikage business empire, not to mention having an older brother who could care less about the family business, you should be rightfully inheriting a good majority of mikage corp. on the day of your twenty-fifth birthday, you anticipate the metaphorical keys to your family's empire. instead, you receive the worst news of your life: reo's going to lead mikage corp starting on christmas day (a gift that he never asked for), and since you're still unmarried at the decrepit age of twenty-five, your grandparents are demanding you start going on blind dates with the men they've found for you. when you angrily confront your parents, wanting to know why everything will be handed to reo, who doesn't even want this responsibility, the answer is clear: they need a man to be the face of mikage. if you marry someone, even if you're the one pulling the strings from behind, you can still inherit the business by having your husband look like the one in control. your parents know that you don't want to get married, but what they don't know is that you're willing to do anything to get what you've worked so hard for. you didn't spend years abroad to study at the best business school in the world and to build connections all for it to go down the drain. but then you realize that all these men your grandparents found for you won't be willing to just sit back and let you do all the work. they want power of their own. where in the world could you possibly find someone you can trust to be married to in these conditions? and then it dawns on you: your older brother's best friend! from what you remember of him during high school, nagi wants nothing more in life than to just be able to make easy money and relax, left to his own devices. he's never taken advantage of reo, so he'll probably stay loyal to you. and a quick google search reveals that nagi's never even been in a public relationship. he's perfect.

exclusive sneak peek! "you bought me a ring?" you stare at the velvet box resting on your living room table, eyeing it like a bomb that might explode at any minute. "huh? oh yeah, why?" nagi's voice is cracking through the speaker of your phone. you're not sure where he is; you don't really know much about your husband-to-be, you realize. you should get him to email you his daily schedule. you plan on making note of that in your outlook calendar, after this call. "i didn't expect you to get me a ring." you frown. "forward me the invoice for it, and i will make sure to reimburse you. in the future, please refrain from making any purchases related to our relationship unless i clearly allow it and expect it. christmas in front of my family, and public birthday celebrations, for example, are occasions in which i'll allow gift-giving." "you're sayin' my future wife doesn't want gifts?" nagi wants to choke reo. he's the one who said you expected to be spoiled, and all the guys on his team seem to be adamant that buying gifts for your significant other is the way to go. if he knew you were going to start talking business around him, he wouldn't have gone through the hassle of finding a decent jeweler in this city. "this is a business partnership, nagi. not a romantic relationship. in business, you buy gifts only to bribe. are you trying to bribe me right now?" no, he thinks. he was only trying to make you happy.

⋆⁺₊❅. a king for christmas starring shoei barou synopsis serving as king but hated by a small, powerful group of witches, the ruler of the kingdom, shoei barou, is cursed and expelled to another world where his tyranny will not be tolerated. the only way to return back to his world is for him to learn benevolence and empathy. they certainly gave him a challenge; it'll be hard to be kind and empathetic whenever you're magically transported to the twenty-first century without a single clue as to how the world works. luckily, he ends up transported here, unconscious, on the front porch of a tired, overworked, graveyard shift ER nurse. you signed an oath to protect and save all lives, so you can't exactly kick the large man passed out by your front door, now can you?

exclusive sneak peek! "where is your horse?" barou asks you, following you around your house. him being your shadow is odd, considering how he towers over you so much, he's actually casting a shadow onto you. seriously, he's blocking the sunlight peeking through your blinds. "my horse? you think i'm a horse girl?" you whirl around to meet him, nearly bumping into his muscular chest as you do so. he makes a face, not sure what to make of your exclamation. "how will you travel into town?" "like everyone else. with a car." you hold up your key fob, and he immediately snatches it from your hands, staring at the fob curiously. "you travel using this?" he points to it, and you nod. "witch." he says. "what did you just call me?" you stare at him, stunned. "witch." he repeats, still holding onto your key fob. "to travel in a contraption so small... magic is the only reasonable explanation. you must be a witch. why didn't you tell me this sooner? we can use this—this car, and you can take me back to my kingdom at once!" he straightens his back, holding your key fob out of your reach. "witch, i demand you transport me back home." "i should've kicked you when i had the chance." you mutter, wondering how hard this stranger banged his head to forget what a car is.

⋆⁺₊❅. the perfect playbook starring yoichi isagi synopsis bastard munchen is forcing all of its players to dedicate their time during the holiday season to an approved community outreach initiative. isagi sees nothing better than to return to his hometown, and help volunteer to coach the local little league team that's 1) underfunded and 2) currently coached by the only person kind enough to volunteer: you, the fresh-out-of-college brand new, bubbly elementary school teacher. yoichi might not be the biggest believer in team work makes the dream work, but you don't make a bad teammate... not in the slightest.

exclusive sneak peek! "isagi," you frown as you stare at the whiteboard, trying to make sense of all the x's and o's and arrows he's scrawled on them. "you want to train this group of seven to nine year olds... to become strikers?" he nods, pleased that you're finally starting to see his vision. "yes, exactly!" "the recreational elementary-aged youth team... is going to undergo a simulation of what you went through as a high school boy?" "well, it'll be tweaked accordingly. with your guidance, of course! it'll be a more tame version, but i'm sure the results will be the same." when he smiles at you like that, you can't help but want to give in. "and besides, i'm proof that project blue lock is a very beneficial program. look how i turned out!" you think back to when you curiously searched him up on the internet. "top 10 isagi crash-outs on the field" was not the result you were expecting. but he's been nothing but kind and enthusiastic around you and the kids. it's not like he's some egotistical maniac who only cares about soccer, right? "okay." you nod slowly. "project baby blue lock it is, then."

⋆⁺₊❅. cease and assist starring jinpachi ego synopsis former collegiate athlete with a professional career ahead of you, your dreams of becoming the world's best women's soccer player gets crushed the minute you suffer the worst injury possible. now, you spend your time trapped in an office, working for the japan football association, waiting for the decades to pass you by so you can finally retire and die. until the head of the association pulls you to his office and lets you know that you're going to be going undercover; apparently, jinpachi ego is creating a soccer program that's supposedly going to change japanese soccer, and he wants you to report back to him and the jfa so they can anticipate everything ego plans on throwing at them. hired to project blue lock as ego's personal assistant, you spend practically the whole day with him. he's annoying, never listens to your advice, mansplains everything, and refuses to eat anything resembling a vegetable unless you force it down his throat. he's also the only person to match your passion for the sport, and the only one to call you out for not continuing to chase your dreams. the more time you spend by his side, the less and less you want to report to the jfa...

exclusive sneak peek! "sir," you grit your teeth, clutching onto the files in your hand because you know if your hands are unoccupied, you'd be sprinting across the room so you could personally choke jinpachi ego out. "i have an mba from the top business school in this country. i've played soccer since i was a child, and was one of the most decorated d1 players back in college. i know i'm just your assistant, but i can promise you, i am capable of far more than heating up your cup ramen." he doesn't even turn around his chair so he can face you; instead, he's still laser focused on the massive monitor in front of him, his eyes occasionally flickering to the other dozen screens surrounding the room. he doesn't even acknowledge your words. "are you seriously going to ignore me?" you snap, strangling the poor papers in your grasp. "are you done speaking? last time i tried to answer back, you yelled at me for not letting you finish." he still isn't looking at you, but you're certain he sees the nasty scowl that crosses your face. somehow, ego is capable of seeing everything. "forget it. you're impossible." "and you're a failure of a player." he tells you, right before you can storm out. "excuse me?" "you keep talking about how good you were at soccer, yet you never even bothered to pursue it after you got out of physical therapy. good in college doesn't mean anything when it's been so long. that's why i don't listen to you." he turns his chair, finally staring at you. "when you prove to me that you're still as good as you claim you used to be, maybe i'll take your advice. until then, get out of my office until i call you back."

⋆⁺₊❅. the only exception starring noel noa synopsis at thirty-three years old with not a single serious romantic relationship for the past decade or so, and with society basically treating any single woman in her thirties like a cow put out to pasture, you have come to terms with the fact that you'll be a spinster. it's fine. you have a successful career in a male-dominated field, you're still as beautiful as ever, and it's not like romantic love is going to fill the void. you have a supportive family and even more supportive friends; you don't need anything else. at thirty-five years old, with a successful soccer career and a body still performing at peak physical fitness, noel noa is considered to be one of the most eligible bachelors in the world. the public considers him to be at his prime, even. and yet, he seems to want nothing to do with romance. he plays his sport, he does a damn good job of it, and then he goes back to his isolated home in the french countryside to spend his days and nights entirely and utterly alone. for two people content to spend the rest of their lives without a partner, the minute you walk into his life as the new assistant coach for bastard munchen, you both slowly start to realize that maybe, you both could just try being alone together.

exclusive sneak peek! he doesn’t pay you any attention whenever you enter the locker room; after all, this isn’t the first time one of his teammates’ girlfriends walked in here unannounced. he can only hope that your heated rant and accusations of cheating don’t take a long time because practice starts in ten minutes, and noel noa is known to be particularly anal when it comes to sticking to a strict schedule. “hey!” igor says, being the only one bold enough to block you from taking another step further in the locker room. “you can’t be in here, even if you are dating or related to one of the players.”  “well, that’s certainly a respectable rule, but it doesn’t apply to me.”  “i'm the vice captain of this team.” he replies, letting his title to do the rest of the talking. right now, in this room, he’s the authority, second only to noel. noel, who's too busy stretching his legs to really concern himself with something as silly as a female intruder in the men's locker room. the altercation between you two is nothing more than white noise to him. “oh? that’s nice.” you hum, before adjusting the lanyard around your neck so that the little ID card, the one that’s used to allow people entrance into the gym during practice, is showing. it must be brand new because it shines underneath the fluorescents of the locker room. “i’m your new assistant coach.”  well, you’ve certainly got noel's attention now.

⋆⁺₊❅. all in starring rin itoshi synopsis even with worldwide fame, rin itoshi still prefers to be left alone. deemed the "prodigal recluse" by the media, no one knows what he gets up to during the offseason. the truth is, rin returns back to his hometown and spends his free time training by himself in the frozen field he used to train in during middle school. he's never been found out here, and that's how he likes it. until you, an ambitious sports journalist visiting your parents during the holidays, gets lost and stumbles upon him playing soccer by himself. you're convinced that this is fate. no one else in your field has ever gotten this close to him, especially outside an official game, and you're begging him for an exclusive interview. you're persistent and annoying, and rin finally agrees, with one catch: you have to score against him on a one-on-one soccer match. (he just doesn't anticipate how persistent and annoying you can be. when you set your mind on a goal, you're going all in.)

exclusive sneak peek! "you have to admit, it's pretty impressive i even kept up this long." you're panting, the palms of your hands digging into your knees as you hunch over, struggling to catch your breath. the icy air makes every exhale visible. rin looks like he hasn't even broken a sweat. "a child could've kept up for even longer." he says, the soccer ball resting underneath his right foot. "if you're this tired already, you might as well just head home and go enjoy your vacation with your family." the and leave me alone goes without saying. "why? intimidated by my shocking athletic abilities already?" you think you've finally got your breathing situation figured out, and you straighten up. "i'm going to get that interview, itoshi." "if you say so." he shoves his hands in his pockets, his own breath visible in the icy air. "i'm ready for our rematch." you tighten your ponytail, giving rin such a fixed, determined stare that it surprises him. you really are serious about this, aren't you? "and don't think about going easy on me." the corners of his mouth nearly turn upwards. he matches your gaze, preparing to shoot the ball. "i never will."

⋆⁺₊❅. meet your match starring oliver aiku synopsis tired of cleaning up his messes and struggling to reform his playboy image, oliver aiku's publicist has to break out the business card locked away in her "in case of emergency" glass case. she's calling in the calvary — you, the celebrity world's most respected matchmaker. every celebrity couple you've set up has either dated for years (and more to come) or even got their happily ever afters by saying i do at the altar. you've got a one hundred percent success rate. you're making the perfect matches left and right. hinge who? when your publicist bestie calls you, begging to help her most troublesome client finally find love and quit playing around, you already know who she's referring to. oliver aiku. he's hellbent on ruining your perfect run, and you're hellbent on finding him the love of his life so he can finally settle down and stop causing your best friend to spend her whole paycheck on migraine medicine. in his hyper-competitive field, he's never quite met someone as obnoxiously stubborn as you — nor has he ever had as much fun playing games with anyone else. it looks like the two of you have finally met your respective match.

exclusive sneak peek! "what the hell is the matter with you?" you glare at him from across the table, but oliver doesn't seem the least bit ashamed. you're not shocked; you don't think he has the capacity for shame. "what are you talking about?" he tries to sound innocent, but it doesn't work. look at him — there's nothing innocent about the man sitting across from you. "i'm talking about you bringing another woman to the date i set up for you!" you hiss, trying to remain calm and not draw attention to the two of you. he takes a long sip of his coffee, dragging out the silence as you wait for his explanation as to why he wants to make things as difficult as possible. "i was just testing her." oliver is smiling. you want to punch him in his stupid face and see if he'll still be grinning at you. probably. he's annoying like that. "during a situation like that, you can tell if the girl's gonna be a struggle to deal with depending on her reaction." "you know what my reaction would be if you did that to me?" you lean forward, and he meets you halfway, also leaning in closer. he's still smiling. you hate his stupid smile. "oh? what would your reaction be?" "nothing. you'd never even get the chance to pull that shit on me. as if i'd ever be dumb enough to go on a date with the likes of you." you lean back in your seat, opening up your phone and furiously marking off girls from your list. the list gets smaller after every one of his failed dates. oliver sits back, too, watching the way your brows furrow as you stare at your screen, not even giving him the time of day. he never stops smiling; finds it hard not to smile when he's in your presence.

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⋆⁺₊❅. the roadtrippers starring kento nanami synopsis you're traveling solo for the first time ever after your fiancé breaks things off with you to date his 19 year old neighbor. kento nanami's a single father/investment banker trying to make it back home in time for his daughter's birthday. you're both trying to travel across the country, but when a massive snowstorm delays the same flight you two were going to take home, you decide to team up and just travel together to try to make it your respective destinations on time. from weirdos on the train, flat tires on scarily cheap rental cars, and posing as a married couple at a strict, christian-owned bed&breakfast, you go from strangers traveling cross-country together to being connected together in ways neither of you have ever connected with your previous partners before.

exclusive sneak peek! "whoa, you're doing this like it's nothing." you stare in awe as nanami rolls up the sleeves to his button-down, exposing his strong forearms as he turns the wrench, loosening the lug nuts of the flat tire of the rental car. "that's because it is nothing." he tells you, glancing up at you. you're wrapped up in his blazer, but the chill of the outside air still bites at you. "you should go back inside the car and wait for me. i'll be done in a second." "it wouldn't be fair." you explain to him. "you've been doing all the work this entire trip. braving the elements with you for a few minutes is the least i can do." "you don't have to do anything." he looks up at you, his stare bringing heat back into your body. "you don't owe me. i really don't mind helping you. if you really want to do me a favor, then go back inside the car and stay warm."

⋆⁺₊❅. snowed in starring naoya zenin synopsis you've never had great luck, but with your good attitude, you don't let life get you down. good karma finally comes your way when you win an all-expenses paid trip at a luxury ski lodge. this is where your good luck ends. apparently, the ski lodge accidentally double-booked the cabin: you're supposed to be staying there... and so is the rudest, most arrogant and condescending lawyer you've ever met. naoya zenin booked this place to get away from the city and work in peace, away from the incessant nagging of his family and employees. instead, he's met with even more inconveniences, the biggest one being you, some teacher from a small town he's never heard of and couldn't care less about. before either of you can head back to the main lodge to complain, a snowstorm comes rolling in, effectively leaving the two of you snowed in together for the time being. no cell service, no internet, and no one but each other. fantastic.

exclusive sneak peek! "where are you going?" he asks, eyeing your towel and pajamas in your hand. "to go shower?" you point to the bathroom door. after claiming he wants nothing to do with you, and then setting a ground rule that you can't speak to him unless he allows it, you figured he'd just leave you to your own devices. "unless i need permission from you to do that, too." "i checked the water tank. there's barely anything, and even less hot water." "and this is my problem because...?" "i need to shower, too. i know women have a tendency to take hour-long hot showers, but that isn't going to work here." somehow, you find it hard to believe any woman would want to be close enough to naoya to where he can track their shower-time. "fine. i'll take a lukewarm shower for fifty-five minutes then." you reach for the bathroom door handle. "will that satisfy you?" he's up in a flash, his body so close to your own. you've got nowhere to go but to back up against the closed door, trying to get some space between the two of you. "you don't want to know what'll satisfy me."

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⋆⁺₊❅. falling onto you starring porco galliard synopsis when you’re forced to return to your hometown to take care of your grandmother after her hip surgery, you’re roped into volunteering for the town’s fire department charity event. paired with the constant scowling firefighter who rescued you from a tree back when you two were kids and classmates, you’re tasked with organizing the firefighter calendar auction. between awkward photo shoots, bickering over decorations, and trying to outbid a local rival for the best auction spot, you start to see that maybe porco galliard isn't all scowls and shambles arrogance — after all, he's there to catch you every time you fall.

exclusive sneak peek! "no." "it's for charity, galliard." you toss him the santa hat, not the least bit shocked that he manages to catch it without batting an eye. "you're like, morally obligated to do this. unless you want to ruin christmas. that's fine by me, too." "i won't be ruining christmas. you're just a pervert." you gasp. "i'm not the one who came up with these positions!" "you're still going to buy the calendar." he points out. "yeah, for charity! not to actually look at it!" "you sure about that? because you seem pretty damn persistent that i should take off my shirt and let you take pictures of me in nothing but suspenders, my work pants, and this ridiculous hat." "that's the most stereotypical firefighter photoshoot for a sexy christmas calendar!" he pauses. "you callin' me sexy?"

⋆⁺₊❅. the one starring colt grice synopsis colt grice has the worst luck known to man. when it comes to pay-it-forward chains, he always gets stuck in front of a minivan for a family of nine. naturally, the only people who crash into his car are the ones with no insurance. he felt bad for a coworker during a work potluck, stomached some of their disgusting food, only to end up getting food poisoning from it. the only thing colt ever seems to have good luck with is relationships... specifically, his good luck seems to transfer over to the girl he's currently dating. see, the thing is, every time colt gets dumped, his exes always end up finding the love of their lives. all his exes are happily married or in long-term relationships, with all of them finding their soulmates right after breaking up with him. he thinks no one else in the world has luck as terrible as his, but then he meets you. after a conversation exchange during a long line, you reveal that it seems like every ex you have has found their soulmate directly after breaking up with you! which is when you two hatch a plan: in order to help each other find "the one", you both agree to date each other for a period of time and then dump each other, all in the hopes of finally meeting your soulmate.

exclusive sneak peek! "your soulmate is super lucky, by the way." "what makes you say that?" colt turns to his side so he can look at you. you're still laying on your back, gazing up at the stars above. "just... i can't imagine why anyone would want to break up with you. you're honestly the best boyfriend i've ever had." colt's heart jumps at your words. he's glad it's so dark outside; otherwise, you might see the blush creeping on his cheeks. you continue on. "i'm going to be really sad when we have to breakup." he knows it's not in the agreement, but he can't help it. he thinks, then let's not. instead, he swallows hard and makes a half-hearted joke. "don't worry. you'll meet your soulmate soon, all thanks to me." you laugh, but you don't tell him how you're really hoping that he's the one for you.

⋆⁺₊❅. girls just wanna have fun! starring levi ackerman synopsis you're the prime minister's daughter wanting to get the proper college experience during your very last year of university. he's your marginally older, no-nonsense, militant bodyguard. you're determined to check things off your college girl bucket list (skip lecture, eat questionable dining hall food, go to a frat party), and he's determined to keep you safe.

exclusive sneak peek! you’ve been meticulously planning this all week. the perfect outfit is tucked under your oversized hoodie, and you’ve even plotted out the quietest route to avoid any of the creaky floorboards in your family’s massive home. all that’s left is to slip past levi, who seems to have an annoying sixth sense for every bad decision you attempt to make. sliding your shoes on, you tiptoe toward the front door, holding your breath as you slowly twist the handle. almost there. just a few more seconds, and— “you have exactly five seconds to explain what the hell you’re doing.” the deep, authoritative voice freezes you in place. slowly, you turn to find levi standing in the shadows, his arms crossed, one eyebrow raised in disapproval. the flat line of his mouth isn't forming a frown or a scowl, but the disappointment is evident. “levi,” you start innocently, trying to cover your tracks. “i was just—” “if you're just going to lie, don't bother saying anything.” he interrupts, stepping into the light. his eyes flick to your shoes and back to your guilty expression. “where are you really going?” you sigh, crossing your arms defensively. “it’s just a party, okay? everyone’s going, and i’m not some teenager who needs her parent's permission to go out at night.” “you might not need your father's permission,” he says, his voice low and deliberate, “but you do need my protection. and if you think i'm letting you sneak off to some frat house full of drunk idiots without so much as telling me, then you’re dumber than i thought.” you glare at him, your frustration bubbling over. “you’re not my dad! i can take care of myself.” he leans against the doorframe, unflinching. “if you could take care of yourself, you wouldn’t have tried sneaking out like a common criminal." “ugh,” you groan, childishly stomping your foot. “why do you always have to ruin everything?” “why do you always have to make my job harder?” he counters, his tone sharp but his eyes softening just slightly. for a moment, the two of you just stare at each other. then levi exhales, rubbing his temples as if you’ve given him the worst headache of his life. “here’s the deal,” he finally says. “you stay home tonight, and i’ll consider letting you go to the next party — with me shadowing you the whole time.” your jaw drops. “you can’t be serious.” “correct. i never plan on letting you go to one of those idiotic parties.” he says. “now go change out of that ridiculous outfit you're wearing under your sweatshirt, and get some sleep. you've got class at eight.”

[insidekatmind]

Share- Levi Colwill x reader x Jude Bellingham (love triangle)

Wearning: +18,smut

You are at a time in your life when the attention on you has become overwhelming. and everything started unexpectedly. You have always been a quiet person, far from drama and emotional complications. Yet, here you are, involved in a love triangle between Jude Bellingham and Levi Colwill. It’s clear that both of them do not intend to give up.

It all started a few months earlier, at an exclusive party hosted by a mutual friend. The music was loud, the lights were dim, and you had no idea that your life would change that night.You were at the bar sipping a cocktail when Jude came over with his disarming smile and self-confident look.

"I’ve never seen you at a party like this. You’re one of those people who likes to stay in the shadows, am I right?" He had said it in a tone that felt like defiance.

You laughed, trying to hide the blush that was coloring your cheeks. "I prefer not to draw too much attention. I’m not really... used to it."

"Well, tonight you’ll be in the middle of mine," he replied, raising his glass towards you.

You couldn’t deny that Jude had a magnetic charm. You spent the evening chatting, discovering a side of him that went beyond the footballer: a brilliant, ambitious but also surprisingly sweet boy.

Yet, just as you were starting to feel comfortable, someone else had caught your attention.

Levi Colwill had made his way through the crowd with the calm of one who does not need to hurry to be noticed. He was different from Jude: less cheeky, more mysterious. When he saw you, he approached discreetly, waiting for the right moment to talk to you.

"Is he already boring you?" he said, pointing to Jude with a nod. "What?" you asked, surprise.

"Bellingham. He has a reputation for talking too much," he added with a grin that made you shiver.

"And you? Are you one of those who speaks little and listens a lot?" you answered, amused.

"Something like that," he said, with a look that seemed to be light inside.

From that moment on, your attention was divided. Both boys seemed determined to win you over, each in their own way. Jude was spontaneous, passionate, always ready to make you laugh. Levi, on the other hand, was reflective, profound, capable of turning even a trivial conversation into something special.

In the days and weeks that followed, Jude and Levi had begun to become more and more present in your life.

One afternoon, Jude had shown up to your house on a motorbike. "Let’s go for a ride. I want to show you the city like you’ve never seen it before."

You could not say no, and that afternoon turned into an unforgettable adventure, among laughter and breathtaking views.

But just when you thought Jude had won an important point, Levi made his move. One evening, he invited you to an impromptu dinner at his house. He had cooked for you, and the way he looked at you as you spoke made you feel special in a way that you couldn’t explain.

Every moment with one of them seemed like a balancing act, a step forward for one and a step back for the other.

Things had exploded when, during a dinner you decided not to attend to take time to think about it, the two ended up arguing.

"Do you really think you have a chance with her?" said Jude, raising his voice. "She wants someone who knows how to amuse her, who knows how to live. Not one who spends time as a philosopher."

"Ah, really?" Levi replied, keeping a calm tone but visibly irritated. "Because it seems to me that she’s looking for someone who really understands her. And, honestly, it’s not you."

The words became increasingly sharp, until the two almost clashed physically. Mutual friends had intervened to separate them, but the tension was palpable.

The next day you were sitting on a park bench, the sun filters through the leaves of the trees and warms your face. You shake your phone, a little bored, when you get a message.

Jude: "Are you free tonight? I thought I’d take you somewhere you’d like to go."

You smile lightly, aware of his attempt to win you over. You do not respond in time, that another notification surprises you.

Levi: "I’ll pick you up in an hour. I won’t take no for an answer."

You’re wide-eyed, you incredulous. But are they in agreement? you ask. The situation amuses you, but it also makes you difficult. It is not easy to juggle between the insistence of two guys so charming and, above all, so competitive.

---

You’re sitting at a table in an elegant restaurant. Levi is standing in front of you, his dark eyes fixed on yours. He wears a white shirt with a slight button-down that lets you see his skin and the tuatuaggi on his right arm that made him irresistible. He smiles with that confidence which he knows to be his best weapon.

"So, did you have fun with Bellingham the other day?" asks, bringing the glass of wine to his lips.Raise an eyebrow, surprised by her direct question.

"Are you jealous, Colwill?" you reply provocatively.He laughs, shaking his head.

"Jealous? No, just curious. I want to see if he has a chance against me."

You stop for a moment, his gaze is penetrating, but you do not give in. You are aware of your power in this situation.

"Maybe he does. Or maybe not. It depends on who is smarter." you reply with a mischievous smile. Levi bites his lip, visibly amused by your challenge.

"Oh, so you’re challenging me? Are you sure you want to play with me?"

"I never play, Levi. And you know it."

His smile widens. "I like it even more."

---

The next day, Jude invites you to his house. When you arrive, he welcomes you with the usual bright smile. He wears a gray sweatshirt and sweatpants, a simple but incredibly attractive look on him.

"You’re finally here. I was beginning to think that Levi had kidnapped you." he says jokingly.He laughs, shaking his head.

"Don’t worry, I’m too smart to be caught." You reply with a playful smile.Jude looks at you for a moment, his gaze becomes more serious.

"I know. And maybe that’s what I like about you." he admits, getting a few steps closer.

You feel your heart racing, but not receding. He is so close that you can smell his fresh and enveloping scent.

"Don’t think you can have me just because you tell me to." You answer with a confident voice.

"I don’t think so. But I know I do." He answers, and his eyes won’t come off of yours.

---

The days pass and the tension between Levi and Jude becomes more evident. It all starts with small comments thrown at a distance, but soon the jokes turn into provocative looks. During a party you’ve been invited to, you find them both there, and the situation becomes explosive.

"What a coincidence to see you here, Bellingham." says Levi with a provocative smirk.

"Yeah, you here too, Colwill? I thought you were busy losing games." Jude replied, keeping the tone calm but sharp. You look at them with your arms folded.

"Are you serious?" you ask, tired of their teasing.

Levi approaches you, moving a lock of hair behind your ear.

"I’m just protecting what’s mine," he says, looking into your eyes.

"Yours? Don’t get confused, Colwill." You counter, and he laughs softly. Jude steps forward, his eyes on Levi.

"She’s nobody’s, dude. And you should remember that." said Jude looking at him badly.

The two stare for a moment. You know that things could get out of hand, but you decide to intervene.

"Stop it! I’m not a trophy. If you keep acting like this, you’ll both lose." You say in a firm tone and leave them alone.

The two continued to watch while Levi watched with a calm that was making Jude angry. "Who wins the best," said Jude, and Levi looked at him amused and then left.

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It was a few days and you decided to go to the disco alone to get your ideas, It was one of those evenings where the atmosphere seemed magical from the beginning. You were in the elegant nightclub in the heart of London, immersed in a vortex of soft lights and pulsating music.

You were trying to distract yourself from the events of these days by not thinking about how Levi and Jude kept coming at you and how they always fought over you.

The DJ had just started playing a hypnotic mix of house and reggaeton, and you couldn’t help but let yourself go to the beat. You wore a dress that perfectly embraced every curve, attracting admiring glances wherever you went, but what really caught the eye was your energy. You danced with an innate sensuality, without any effort, as if the music ran in your blood.

At one point, you feel a burning gaze on you. You turn slowly and cross the gaze of Levi, he looked at you with an intensity that made you hold your breath. He waves a little glass at you, and your heart quickened. Before you can answer, you notice another pair of eyes staring at you: Jude Bellingham. He was on the opposite side of the dance floor, leaning nonchalantly against the bar. When your looks meet, his smile widens, and he slowly approaches, moving through the crowd with magnetic security.

You don’t have time to think. The music changes, becoming slower and more sensual, and Levi takes the first step. He approaches with a mischievous smile, tilting his head.

"Y/n as always I can’t do at least not notice you" he says, his deep voice barely overtaken by the music. "Let’s dance?"

You don’t have time to answer that you feel a warm hand on your back. You turn around, facing Jude. He is even more beautiful up close, with his dark eyes that seem to read your soul.

"Levi, you’re too slow," says Jude with a provocative smile. "She dance with me tonight."

You find yourself between two fires, but instead of choosing, you decide to have fun. "Who said I should choose one?" Answer, with a smirk that leaves both speechless.

The music picks up and you start moving, letting go completely. Levi comes to you from behind, his hands just above your hips, while Jude watches you from the front, his body coming closer and closer to yours. They dance in tune, their bodies following your movements with perfect precision. It’s thrilling, almost surreal to be the center of their attention.

As Levi touches your neck with a light kiss, you feel a shiver running down your back. " So beautiful" he murmurs, his voice so close that you can’t hear it. You let go for a moment, head tilting to the side to offer him more space and start rubbing more on his cock. But as soon as you close your eyes, feel Jude’s hands on your life.

You look up at him, and he looks at you with a determination that takes your breath away. " I waited long enough," he says, before bending down and capturing your lips in an intense, passionate kiss. His mouth is hot, and the way he holds you makes you lose your sense of time and space. Levi, however, does not back down. He keeps kissing your neck, his hands holding you tight against him as he also began to rub his cock on your ass making you moan in Jude’s kiss

The minutes seem to stop. The dance floor around you fades away, leaving you alone in a world of music, soft lights and pure electricity. When you finally break away from Jude, your eyes meet those of Levi. His gaze is a mixture of desire and challenge.

"We’re not done with you yet," he whispers.

Smile, your heart beating wildly. "I don’t mind," you reply excited.

Jude and Levi exchanged a smile without arguing for the first time. You all three went outside and looked around.

The night air was fresh as you left the disco, still immersed in the adrenaline of the evening. Levi takes the keys to his black sports car, with a confident smile that left no room for doubt. " The evening doesn’t end here," he says, opening the door for you with a gallant gesture. You can’t help but smile as you step into the car, sitting in the back seat.

Jude follows you, closing the door behind him. Before Levi starts the engine, Jude looks at you with a breath-holding intensity. "Are you sure you can hold us?" whispers to you, his voice a mixture of fun and desire. His hand touches yours, and you feel a shiver running down your back.

"We’ll see," you reply with a mischievous smile, knowing full well that you have no intention of backing away.

Levi turns slightly from the driver’s seat, looking through the rear-view mirror with a smirk. "Be comfortable behind, huh? No distractions while driving." But the spark in his eyes betrays his tone. The engine starts, and the car starts moving, gliding smoothly through the streets lit by street lamps.

While Levi is focused on driving, Jude does not waste time. He comes closer to you, his warm breath against your skin. " Do you know how hard it is to ignore you?" he whispers, her lips touching your neck. He starts kissing you slowly, with a deliberate sweetness that makes you shiver. His hands find your side, the touch light but possessive. Every kiss is like a spark that ignites a fire within you.

You try to stay calm, but the feeling of his lips and hands makes you close your eyes and tilt your head slightly to give him more space. Jude smiles at your skin.

"You like it, don’t you?" he whispers in his low, satisfying voice. You don’t answer, but the way your body reacts is all he needs to know.

From the driver’s seat, Levi raises a hand to adjust the rear-view mirror, looking at you with an accessory smile. " If I keep feeling that way, I might have to pull over," he jokes, but the

tone is loaded with subtext. " It’s not safe to drive with you guys distracting me like this."

"You drive," Jude replies, without even taking my attention away from you. "I’m just taking care of her."

You laugh slowly, trying to regain control of the situation, but it’s impossible with Jude so close. " Maybe you should focus on the road, Levi," you say in an innocent tone that contrasts the fire you feel inside.

Levi chuckles and shakes his head. "Oh, I’m thinking about it. But trust me, I can’t wait to get home to join the fun."

His words make you beat faster, and the journey to his home seems to last an eternity, every second of tension. Jude continues to kiss your neck, his touch becoming bolder, his hands touching the edge of your dress. Finally, Levi parks in front of an elegant modern house with large windows reflecting the city lights.

"Welcome," says Levi, getting out of the car and opening the door for you. His look is calm but full of promises. "We enter. The evening has just begun."

You look around for a moment, then Jude takes your hand and guides you to the entrance. Levi opens the door and lets you in first, the house lit by a warm and welcoming light. You turn to them, your heart beating like a bat.

Levi reaches you in a few steps, his confident smile makes you feel your heart beat faster. He comes slowly, his eyes seem to study you every moment, as if he is waiting for the perfect moment.

When he finally bends over to you, feel his hands gently leaning against your hips as his lips meet yours in a warm and passionate kiss.

Levi kisses with a confidence that overwhelms you. His hands are just tighter, as if to make sure you don’t go away, but you have no intention of doing so. You raise your arms and walk around her neck, pulling it closer to you as if there is still too much space between you. The warmth of his body against yours is electrifying, and the way he kisses you makes you lose any sense of time.

As you let go completely, you feel a movement behind you. Open your eyes for a moment and notice Jude coming slowly. His gaze is intense, and never turns away from you two. The way he walks, with that innate confidence, raises tension in the air. He says nothing, but the energy that emanates speaks clearly: he does not intend to stay on the sidelines.

Levi detaches himself slightly from you, just for a moment, his eyes meeting with yours as he smiles complicit. " Don’t think you’ve escaped me so easily," he whispers, his voice low and full of desire.

Levi starts kissing your neck while you moan slowly. Jude comes down behind you and lifts the dress that had made him crazy all evening and took off your underwear to then begin to kiss your thighs and you closed your eyes at the touch moaning slowly.

Levi smiled at your neck and Jude smiled at your thigh and then stuck a finger in your folds and you moaned.

Levi looks at you as he starts to pull down the shoulder strap of your dress and moves your bra while he starts to kiss your breast while Jude decides to insert his tongue into your pussy.

"Shit" you moaned as you put your hand on Levi’s hair as you watched him suck your breasts.

"So good this pussy" grunted Jude near your pussy and that made you moan again and you started rubbing your pussy on his face making him moan as he kept eating it like a hungry man.

You felt in heaven: Levi was playing with your breasts and kissing your neck while Jude was eating your pussy.

Jude was kissing your pussy and you spat on his face and he moans licking your cum while you moaned.

When he broke off, he gave him a last kiss and then got up. Levi was still kissing your neck and playing with your tits while you kept moaning.

You turned your head a little to look at Jude and moaned as he was hot with your cum in his face and his mouth open a bit while he tried to catch his breath.

"You taste so good," Jude muttered as he kissed, and you groaned as you pulled her hair.

Levi does not give you time to think. With a smile that promises all sorts of temptation, he takes your hand and guides you through the corridor of his house, with Jude following you closely. The lights are low, and every step seems to amplify the electricity flowing between you three. You find yourself in front of the door to Levi’s room, and he pushes it slowly, revealing an intimate and welcoming environment, dominated by a large bed with dark and soft sheets.

Before you can speak, Levi grabs you by the hips and pulls you against him. Her lips settle back on your neck, exploring every inch with a deliberate slowness that makes you shiver. " I can’t stop thinking how irresistible you are," he whispers against your skin, his deep voice vibrating in your ears. His hands come down on your hips, clenching lightly as to emphasize his grip upon you.

You let go at the moment, your breath getting shorter as her lips descend towards the base of your neck. You raise your hands and walk through his dark hair, pulling him even closer to you, as if you want to hear every movement. "Levi..." Whispers, but the words are lost in the pleasure it causes you.

Jude, who had been watching with a mixture of impatience and desire, approaches with a determined pace. " Don’t forget about me," he says, his voice charged with a slight challenge. He stops beside you, his gaze that moves between you and Levi, before resting definitively on you. His hand lifts up to touch your face, and then it comes down your shoulder, the warm and enveloping touch.

Levi stops for a moment, lifting his head from your neck to look at Jude. "I have no intention of keeping it all to myself," he says with a smile that is both complicit and cheeky. Then he looks at you, his eyes shining with desire. "Are you ready for this?" asks you, his voice low and full of promises.

You cannot answer with words, but the way you clasp against him is sufficient. Jude moves beside you, his body approaching to touch yours, while Levi starts kissing your neck with increasing passion. The room fills with tension, every moment that passes makes you forget everything.

Both of them hurry to strip off. Revealing their long, thick and hard cocks. You moaned as you looked at their dicks and how big they were. You couldn’t stop looking at their dick.

The two of them noticed and smiled. Jude started touching his cock as he looked at you "Don’t worry baby girl we’ll make you feel good". Jude said as Levi began to take off your dress and bra, and as he did so he was biting your neck and you groaned.

When he finished taking off your dress, Levi slapped your butt and made you groan and Jude smiled at the sight of how sexy you were as you moaned.

You come to them and kneel before them and hummed happily as they saw their cock was close to your face.

"Open this beautiful mouth," says Jude in a roaring voice as he lifts his chin and grabs the end of his cock, taking it to your mouth.

When you open your mouth, he enters gently while you swirl your tongue around him enjoying the salty pre-cum. Jude grabs a handful of hair and pulls it slightly to help him guide himself further into your mouth. Hitting the bottom of your throat with tears in your eyes as it pushes back and forth in your mouth. She moans about how good you are and bites her lip as you look at it.

Jude slowly pulls his cock out of your mouth leaving you with an empty mouth, while Levi approaches and smiles at you.

You opened your mouth and slowly slid his big cock into your mouth. He grabs your back and without warning, he puts his dick in the bottom of your throat and slightly gags you.

He moves his hips while his cock continues to abuse the back of your throat. He looks at you and grunts "this beautiful mouth is made to suck my cock". Hearing these words you wept.

He pulls out of your mouth, while a small sliver of saliva follows his cock.

You looked at both of them with desire as they came a little closer to you as they started touching their dick while they were looking at you and grunting and you moaned along with them feeling even more wet.

"Shit, I’m going to cum," said Jude, touching her cock faster and Levi nodded in agreement as he looked at you and kept touching his dick.

"Open that beautiful mouth for us, baby," said Levi and you nodded in obedience.

You opened your mouth and pulled out your tongue while both Levi and Jude spilled on your tongue and the cum also fell on your tits and the rest of your body.

You moaned upon hearing the semen of both your beautiful mouth and they groaned at sight. " So sexy" said Jude grunting and Levi nodded without taking his eyes off you.

Levi and Jude help you to get up and guide you on the bed.

"Lie down for us, darling" Levi muttered and you obeyed and the two smiled.

"What a good girl," said Jude, approaching you and bending over to kiss you.

His hands slide along your naked body and you moaned as he felt his warm hands on your body.

Jude moves away to look down on you and then comes back to you and kisses you passionately.

His tongue explores your mouth, while his hands rest on your waist caressing your skin gently, while you slide your fingers through his hair pulling his breath heavier.

Levi meanwhile caresses your thighs and spreads your legs to get close to your pussy. He kisses the inside of your thighs with sensuality and passion as he approaches your folds, while you can feel his warm breath touching your clitoris and groan in Jude’s mouth.

Levi licked a strip on your folds, making you emit a slight whimper. He laid a gentle kiss on your clitoris before wrapping his tongue around it and gently sucking it. Use slow movements to tease you and make you wiggle and whimper.

He wraps his hands under your thighs to prevent you from moving too much. While you kissed Jude you moaned while Levi kept poking your pussy.

He leaves without a word and you have slowly detached yourself from Jude to look at Levi with despair.

"Please Levi don’t stop" you whimpered as you watched and could swear that his dick got even harder at that connection.

Without saying anything he dives again in your pussy as it starts to eat you. It was like this man had starved to death and the only thing he wanted was your pussy.

Jude smiles at your reaction as you arch your back while I lift it continues to eat you.

Jude begins to bite your neck leaving more marks as he sucks your skin. Meanwhile Levi’s tongue moves faster around your clitoris, slipping two fingers into your entrance and curling it in a provocative way.

Jude grabbed your boob and touched your nipple while sucking the other. Levi has slipped another finger to curl it in the perfect spot, you have gripped Levi’s hair hard making him groan against you.

Pleasure flowed through your body as his tongue swirled around your clitoris, as moans filled the room.

You started screaming as you felt how good it was making you feel as you felt your body tremble.

You spat on Levi’s face and he kept licking your juices while you yelled for overstimulation.

When he broke off, he had a smug smile that made you even more wet and you kissed him.

Jude takes you and rides him by letting his big throbbing cock enter your pussy hole making you moan as you clung to his back.

Jude motioned to Levi to go after you and Levi shove his dick into your asshole making you scream.

The two boys moaned as they heard your walls clenching their big dicks.

"Warn us if it becomes too much" whispered Levi too much in ecstasy feeling as you were squeezing him and Jude nodded closing his eyes trying not to move the hips already.

You nodded and they began to move while all three of you started to groan. Levi starts pushing slowly, before increasing the pace and making his pushes deeper and stronger. Jude pushes from below causing friction as he placed his hands on your hips to guide his movements.

Their movements become faster making you scream moans of pleasure. Levi while pushing his cock harder inside you started licking and sucking your neck and you moaned even louder.

"You’re making me feel so good" you moaned as you lowered your body towards Jude’s and he took advantage of that to take a cowl in your mouth while taking both their dicks.

"Baby girl you’re doing great, you’re making us feel like in heaven" Levi whispered near your ear as he slapped you on the butt making you groan and make you tighten their dicks more.

"This pussy is made to take our dicks," said Jude, taking a powder off your tit and then retaking the assault. You groaned as you moved faster wanting to take more of their dicks.

You moaned as they grunted and pushed their cock deeper inside you. Levi made your back bow more to make their cocks go deeper inside you and you moaned loudly as they both hit your g-spot.

"I’m going to cum" you said while moaning.

"Come baby girl" moaned Jude as he started to hit even harder and you moaned as they were about to come too. You could feel their cocks contracting inside you as you came to your orgasm. Levi cum in the ass while Jude cum in your pussy.You screamed loud as you felt full. " So beautiful" you whimpered as Levi gently pulled himself out of you and gave you a kiss on the butt, back and jaw then give you a sweet kiss on the cheek and you smiled.

You slowly got up from the dick of Jude and then lay down on the bed trying to take area and Jude caressed your hair gently and then gave you sweet kisses on the cheek.

Levi came back with a cloth while with the help of Jude they cleaned and pampered you.

You found yourself hugging Jude and Levi as they whispered sweet words and praise for how well you did.

You felt your legs tremble and had a sore throat but were satisfied by these two men lying next to you.

[ashomodeus]

I have officially pushed myself into an overthinking fit about how none of my ideas are good enough. What the hell. Also, I am still working long days, and I caught something that made me feel like crap all week. What the freak. Here’s some basic crap ;-; while I recover and hopefully work eases up.

Kinky things the brothers do or just want to do

Let me know if you want a pt2 with the others.

These are my personal takes. Take em or leave em. (Jk ily pls don’t leave)

Thank you, Beyonce.

Cw: Gn!Mc, bad grammar, kinks

Part 2 ft. The Dateables, Raphael, Mephisto, and Thirteen

Lucifer

♡ Exibitionism

~ Pounding into Mc while an audience watches. Mc trying to hide their face but Lucifer holding their arms back.

~ Probably makes a lot of sex tapes with Mc. If a demon looks at Mc for even a second too long Lucifer might set that demon aside and play one of those videos. “You would never be able to make them feel like this. Pathetic for even thinking that.”

~ There isn’t a place Lucifer wouldn’t fuck Mc. If Mc is more of a shy person, he would find other ways to make sure people knew how well he treats Mc. Hickies. Marking. Vibrating toys.

~ After Mc and him hooked up the first time. It’s an addiction. He’s the type of demon to show not tell. Actions are louder than words… but not as loud as Mc. He needs them to be vocal.

Mammon

♡ Edging / Overstimulation.

~It’s both parties not just him. He’s the avatar of greed he wants everything he wants the moment to last.

~At first, he was insecure with how quickly he came but he realized it could have its benefits. The way he NEEDS more. The adrenaline. The strokes that have him close to just spilling.

~When it was Mc’s turn, he loved how red their faced turned. How desperate they are. How their hips tried to rock to be able to cum. How Mammon holds their hips down to make sure he was in full control. He was infatuated with how badly Mc wanted him.

~There’s the other side to things where overstimulation comes into play. Where he wants to make sure they are both dry. Where their bodies shake with how intense they feel.

~Mammon feels so accomplished if Mc turns into this empty-headed mess so close to finishing for a second, third, fourth, fifth, ect…

Levi

♡ Cucking

~ Now hear him out. He would love to watch Mc get pleased by other people. To see them get railed by others. It’s mental torture for him. As his pants get tight watch Mc get filled, he wishes he was the one making Mc feel that good.

~ Oh wait he can. It’s more of a warm up for Mc. When he watches someone else, please Mc he takes notes. Once the two are alone he does everything that was done but better.

~ This let’s Mc knows they could be with anyone but the only one they would truly be thinking about is him.

~ He will always make Mc tell him about how much better he is even if all Mc can do is moan. Cucking makes his insecurities vanish. No one can be good as him. He will always be there to finish the job.

Asmo

♡ Experimentalism

~ This demon has done everything under the sun but not with Mc. He wants to experience everything with Mc.

~ Everyday there’s something new.

~ Asmo would love to combine new and old things. He just loves the beauty of “If this one doesn’t work these two definitely will.

~He loves to pull Mc aside and tell them what they are doing tonight. What to bring, what to wear, what they should and shouldn’t do.

~ He loves making Mc explain their fantasy just so he can surprise them with the exact situation the same night.

Satan

♡ Bondage

~ He would love to tie Mc up and just have his way with them.

~ He always have something for Mc to be bound by. His favorite is actually a ball gag. The drool that come out of Mc’s mouth as they moan through the gag.

~ Satan always looks at new ways to restraint Mc. He doesn’t like bondage for the torture aspects. He enjoys being able to please Mc as many times as he likes. He likes being able to focus on parts of Mc intently.

~ He wants Mc as his personal fuck toy.

Beel

♡ Food play- SIKE Cunnilingus(I mean ofc)- SIKE Play fighting

~ He loves to play fight with Mc. He goes easy on them but he loves the sweat that builds up. The breathlessness that it causes.

~ Beel loves to pin Mc’s arms over their head. He admires all of their body so he can devour it once he wins. He loves all the positions he can put Mc before they even take their clothes off.

~ He loves how close he is to them. The first time he play fought with Mc. He had to hide his massive erection due to Mc moaning while fighting.

~ Sometimes he “accidentally” lifts up clothing of Mc or even his own. The more contact the better.

Belphie

♡ Starfish

~ On days Belphie feels extremely tired he would love for Mc to get on top of him and fuck him.

~ He just lays there in bed as Mc uses him. He loves to feel them bounce on his hard cock. The only active thing about him is the blood rushing towards his cock.

~ It’s surprising but he would reciprocate the exact same thing if Mc were in his position. Having someone else in control while he relaxes just feels amazing.

~ He would love to surprise Mc after a long day of classes. Them just lying down and Belphie making sure they are taken care of. Making sure they don’t move a muscle. Only the muscles that will help them cum.

[leviscolwill]

heartbreak boy — jude blurb #3

i know i made fun of him but now i'm mourning 😞

“how could you even do this to me?”

“babe please, you need to hear me out-”

you let your fingers graze the leather of his jacket, only to push him away from you when he tried to give you a hug, “i can't even look at you in the eye right now jude...”

“but i thought you hated it. you said it looked like pubes for fuck's sake.”

“well it grew on me! it feels like a betrayal honestly...”

your gaze travelled to his eyes to the bare skin under his lips before letting a deep sigh.

“it's just this one time darling. to be fair, i didn't know you liked it that much.”

you rolled your eyes at your boyfriend's words, “well you don't think much, do you?”

part of you wanted to make him regret even thinking about a damn razor, but you picked the nicer choice. sticking out your pinky finger in front of his face.

“swear you won't shave again. not without telling me at least” jude groaned at your proposal but he still intertwined his pinky finger with yours. you pressed your lips against his pouted ones, satisfied by your arrangement.

[lvoryingrid]

The Cabin In The Woods

Levi x fem!Reader

Synopsis: In the midst of a Titan battle, Levi Ackerman and (Y/n) seek shelter in a forest cabin. The rivalry between them turns into an unexpected intimacy as subtle touches escalate.

Warning: 🔞 minors do not read/interact : contains 18+ content, smut/erotica

The battlefield was a symphony of chaos, with the metallic scent of blood lingering in the air. Levi Ackerman, humanity's greatest hope, moved with unparalleled grace, his blades dancing through the tumult like a deadly waltz. Thunderous roars of Titans reverberated around him, accompanied by the desperate cries of soldiers caught in the merciless grip of the war.

Amidst the swirling dust and smoke, Levi's steel-blue gaze focused on (Y/n)’s face. Her movements were a ballet of survival, each strike a testament to her unyielding determination. As their eyes met in a fleeting moment, a silent understanding passed between them, a recognition of the shared struggle against a common enemy.

"(Y/n)! Watch your left flank!" Levi's voice cut through the cacophony, a sharp command born of necessity rather than animosity. She shot him a quick glance, a mixture of irritation and acknowledgment in her eyes. "I don't need you to babysit me, Captain!"

The Titans closed in, and Levi fought with a controlled fury, dispatching the colossal foes with calculated precision. Yet, in the back of his mind, a growing unease nagged at him. He couldn't shake the feeling that time was slipping away, that the stakes were higher than ever.

In the midst of the relentless battle, Levi and (Y/n) found themselves back to back, defending each other against the onslaught. The clash of steel against Titan flesh created a chaotic melody, punctuated by the occasional exchange of glances and shared determination.

Levi smirked, a hint of amusement tugging at the corner of his lips. "Just making sure you don't get yourself killed. Wouldn't want you to miss out on the chance to lose to me again."

Her response was a scoff, but there was a glimmer of a smirk hidden beneath the exterior. "You wish, Captain. I can handle myself just fine. I just don't want to waste my energy saving your sorry ass," she shot back, a glint of camaraderie in her eyes."

Levi raised an eyebrow, a hint of annoyance breaking through his stern expression. "Don't get too cocky. We've got a long way to go."

The battlefield gradually fell silent as Levi and (Y/n) found themselves veering away from the main force, their surroundings becoming a dense forest. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting an eerie glow over the landscape as ominous clouds gathered overhead. The first droplets of rain splattered against their uniforms, gradually evolving into a relentless downpour.

Levi cast a sideways glance at (Y/n), raindrops clinging to her disheveled (h/c) hair. "We need to find shelter before we get drenched. HQ can wait until tomorrow."

(Y/n) shot him a defiant look, raindrops clinging to her disheveled hair. "I don't need you to state the obvious, Captain. I'm not stupid."

Levi rolled his eyes, his annoyance evident. "Just follow my lead and try not to slow me down."

They trudged deeper into the forest, the tension between them palpable. The rain intensified, turning the path ahead into a muddy quagmire. The sound of raindrops pelting leaves and the distant rumble of thunder echoed through the trees, creating an atmosphere thick with unease.

Levi's sharp eyes scanned the surroundings, looking for any sign of shelter. "There should be a safehouse not too far from here. We can regroup and head to HQ in the morning."

As they ventured deeper, the tension between them gave way to an unspoken understanding. The rivalry that had defined their interactions now danced on the edge of something more—a raw and unexplored passion simmering beneath the surface.

Finally, through the dense trees, a dilapidated cabin emerged. The wood creaked and groaned under the rain, but it seemed like the only refuge they had. Levi pushed the door open, and they entered, their soaked uniforms clinging to their bodies.

The cabin's interior was dimly lit, shadows playing on the worn walls. Levi couldn't ignore the flicker of vulnerability in (Y/n)'s eyes, her guard momentarily down. "We'll stay here for the night. Tomorrow, we head to HQ."

(Y/n) nodded, the gravity of the situation sinking in. The air in the cabin crackled with tension as they realized the close quarters they'd be sharing. The rivalry that had fueled their interactions now seemed like a thin veil hiding a deeper connection.

As the storm outside intensified, the two found themselves huddled in the cabin, the air thick with unspoken words. The flickering lantern cast shadows on Levi's face, accentuating the lines of fatigue and determination.

"I never thought I'd find myself stuck in a creepy cabin with you," (Y/n) teased, a small smile playing on her lips.

Levi's stoic exterior cracked just a bit, a subtle smirk appearing. "Consider it a special fucking treat."

Levi's keen eyes scanned the dimly lit cabin, searching for any available resources. Spotting a stack of old planks in the corner, he gathered them and set to work on starting a fire. The flickering flames cast a warm glow across the worn interior, revealing the exhaustion etched on both their faces.

As the fire began to crackle, Levi glanced over at (Y/n), who stood shivering in the corner, her wet clothes clinging to her like a second skin. With a barely audible sigh, he got up, his movements purposeful. "Stay put."

(Y/n) shot him a skeptical look but complied, watching as Levi disappeared into the shadows of the cabin. He returned moments later, holding a dusty, moth-eaten blanket. Without a word, he tossed it towards her.

"Here, wrap yourself in this. Your clothes are soaked, remove them" Levi instructed, his tone gruff but carrying an underlying concern.

(Y/n) caught the blanket, eyeing him warily. "You're not planning to play the hero, are you?"

Levi raised an eyebrow, his expression unchanging. "Don't get any ideas. I'm not doing this for you; it's for my own peace of mind. I don't need you catching a cold and slowing us down tomorrow."

She rolled her eyes, attempting to brush off the subtle act of kindness. "Well, aren't you just a gentleman in shining armor."

Levi scowled, irritation flickering across his features. "Quit the sarcasm and do as I say. It's practical, not chivalry."

Levi's gaze flickered away as (Y/n) began to peel off her wet clothes, the fire's dim light casting an ethereal glow on her silhouette. She could feel the weight of his discomfort, a strange mixture of vulnerability and an unfamiliar tension in the air.

"(Y/n), don't make this more awkward than it needs to be. Just get dry," Levi muttered, his eyes fixed on the fire in a futile attempt to avoid the scene unfolding before him.

(Y/n) shot him a wry grin, her usual defiance cutting through the air. "Oh, Captain, can't handle a little skin? I thought you were supposed to be a tough guy."

Levi scowled, irritation evident. "This isn't the time for your sarcasm. Just get yourself warmed up and get some rest. We have a long day ahead."

As she covered herself with the blanket, the glow of the fire outlined the curves and scars on her body. Levi couldn't help but steal a glance, the flicker of the flames highlighting the strength and resilience etched into every mark. For a moment, the intensity of their rivalry faded, and Levi found himself oddly captivated by the vulnerability in front of him.

(Y/n) caught the fleeting look in his eyes, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. "Captain, I never thought I'd see the day when the great Levi, would be caught ogling."

Levi's cheeks tinged with a hint of red, a rare occurrence for the stoic soldier. "I'm not ogling. Just making sure you're not going to collapse from exhaustion."

She chuckled, the sound echoing in the quiet cabin. "Sure, Captain. Whatever helps you sleep at night."

The rain continued its relentless assault on the cabin's roof, creating a soothing backdrop to the awkward tension that hung in the air. As (Y/n) settled under the blanket, she couldn't resist the opportunity to further tease Levi, who was doing his best to avoid eye contact.

"Captain," she called out with a mischievous glint in her eyes, "aren't you feeling a bit chilly yourself? You look like you've taken a swim in the river."

Levi shot her an annoyed glare, his irritation evident. "I'm fine. This isn't a cozy campfire, and I'm not here for your entertainment."

(Y/n) chuckled, undeterred by his gruff demeanor. "Oh, come on, Captain. We wouldn't want you catching a cold now, would we? That'd be a tragedy."

Levi clenched his jaw, his annoyance reaching new heights. "I don't need your concern, and I certainly don't need your commentary. Just get some rest."

But (Y/n), never one to back down from a little banter, decided to up the ante. With a sly smile, she shifted under the blanket, feigning a shiver. "You sure about that, Captain? Your teeth seem to be doing a little dance there. Maybe we should huddle together for warmth."

Levi's eyes narrowed, a barely audible growl escaping his throat. "I said, I'm fine."

Undeterred, she continued to playfully prod him. "You know, it's scientifically proven that body heat is the best way to stay warm. Just saying."

Levi shot her a withering look, his annoyance now accompanied by a faint blush. "I don't need your suggestions, and I certainly don't need to 'scientifically prove' anything with you."

(Y/n) couldn't help but laugh at his expense. "Relax, Captain. I'm just messing with you. No need to get all hot and bothered."

Levi rolled his eyes, his frustration evident. "I'm not bothered. Just get some rest before I decide to leave you out in the rain."

She grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, Captain, if you change your mind and decide you need some warmth, I'll be right here."

The rain outside showed no signs of letting up, and despite Levi's attempts to brush off the chill, his trembling form betrayed the cold that had settled into his bones. (Y/n), under the worn-out blanket, couldn't help but notice the subtle shivers that ran through him.

"You're freezing, Captain," she remarked with a raised eyebrow, her teasing tone giving way to genuine concern.

Levi shot her a glare, his pride evident. "I've faced worse than a bit of rain."

(Y/n) sighed, a hint of exasperation in her voice. "You can drop the tough act, Levi. We're not in the middle of a battlefield now. We're just two people trying to stay warm."

Levi scowled but didn't offer any further protest. The truth was, the relentless rain had taken its toll, and his ego was the only thing keeping him from admitting it. With a begrudging acknowledgment, he finally mumbled, "Fine, but don't get any ideas."

(Y/n) chuckled, shifting to make room for him under the blanket. "No promises, Captain. Just trying to survive the night."

Levi shot her a warning look before begrudgingly starting to remove his wet clothes. The fire's dim light flickered over his scars and the defined muscles that spoke of years of battles. As he shuffled into the blanket, (Y/n) couldn't help but smirk at the irony of their situation.

"See? That's not so bad, is it?" she teased, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

Levi grunted in response, avoiding eye contact. "This doesn't change anything. I'm only doing this to shut you up."

The fire's dying embers cast a soft glow across the cabin, and with every flicker, Levi and (Y/n) found themselves drawn closer under the blanket. The initial distance that had defined their makeshift alliance began to close, replaced by a palpable tension that hung in the air like the storm outside.

Levi, still maintaining a semblance of stoicism, shifted slightly, unintentionally brushing against (Y/n). The brief contact sent a shiver down both their spines, an electric charge that neither could ignore. The subtle touches, once accidental, now held a weight of unspoken possibilities.

"(Y/n), watch where you're putting your damn elbows," Levi grumbled, his attempt to mask the underlying tension evident in the gruffness of his voice.

She shot him a sidelong glance, a playful glint in her eyes. "Captain, I can't control where my elbows go. Maybe you're just too close."

Levi scowled but didn't pull away, the proximity between them amplifying the uncharted territory they found themselves navigating. The cabin, once just a refuge from the storm, became a space where the lines between rivalry and something more blurred.

As the rain outside dwindled to a gentle patter, the quiet cabin seemed to amplify the sound of their breaths. The air became charged with a quiet anticipation, the weight of unspoken words hanging between them.

(Y/n) couldn't resist the temptation, her hand subtly finding its way to Levi's arm. The touch, feather-light and seemingly innocent, sent a shockwave through both of them. Levi's gaze flickered towards her, a silent acknowledgment of the shift in dynamics.

Levi cleared his throat, attempting to break the tension. "Keep your damn hands to yourself."

(Y/n) smirked, her fingers tracing absentminded patterns on his arm. "I'm just trying to stay warm."

Levi, irritated by the unexpected turn of events and the unsettling tension in the air, decided to retaliate in his own way. With a calculated smirk, he shifted closer to (Y/n), his fingers gently trailing along her arm in a manner that mirrored her earlier touch.

"Don't get too comfortable. This isn't an invitation," Levi remarked, his voice carrying a mix of annoyance and amusement.

She raised an eyebrow, the smirk never leaving her face. "Oh, Captain, didn't know you had it in you. Looks like the great Captain can't resist a little intimacy."

Levi scowled, attempting to maintain his composure. "This is purely practical. Don't read too much into it."

The banter continued, each subtle touch carrying an undercurrent of challenge. As the cabin remained shrouded in the quiet sounds of the rain and crackling fire, the atmosphere became charged with an unexpected energy.

In a moment of boldness, (Y/n) decided to turn the tables. Her fingers trailed along Levi's jawline, a playful glint in her eyes. "Captain, you're not fooling anyone. I can feel the heat radiating off you."

Levi's breath caught in his throat for a split second, his usual stoic facade momentarily faltering. "I told you, it's for warmth. Nothing more."

But (Y/n) wasn't deterred, her touch becoming more deliberate. "You know, Captain, sometimes actions speak louder than words."

"You're pushing your luck," Levi growled, the lines of annoyance and desire blurring in his eyes.

She met his gaze with a challenging stare, her lips curving into a sly smile. "Is that a threat, Captain? Or perhaps an invitation?"

Levi, not one to back down, closed the remaining distance between them, grabbing her by her hair. The frustration that had simmered beneath the surface now boiled over, fueling a passion neither had expected. In a moment of heated intensity, their lips collided, a clash of desire that silenced the banter and left only the echoes of their shared breaths.

The kiss, at first fueled by frustration, quickly morphed into something deeper—an exploration of uncharted territories and emotions that neither had dared to acknowledge. As their lips moved in a rhythm born of a newfound connection, the storm outside seemed to mirror the tempest of emotions within the cabin.

When they finally broke apart, (Y/n) and Levi were left breathless, their eyes locked in a silent understanding that transcended words. The fire, though now reduced to embers, seemed to burn brighter in the aftermath of their passionate exchange.

Levi, his usual composure momentarily shattered, struggled to find the right words. "This... doesn't change anything. We're not suddenly buddy buddy because of a kiss."

(Y/n), a flush of warmth coloring her cheeks, smiled with a hint of mischief. "Who said it had to? Maybe it's just something between us, Captain."

Her words sent a thrill of anticipation through Levi, and he felt himself grow hard against her. Unable to contain himself any longer, Levi roughly pushed (Y/n) back against the floor, pinning her beneath him. Her eyes widened in surprise, but there was a spark of anticipation in their depths that told him she wasn't entirely opposed to this development.

He leaned in close, his breath warm against her neck, as he whispered "Is that what you want?" he growled, his voice gruff, rough with desire. "Do you want me to touch you, that bad?" As he felt her nipples harden beneath his palms. He cupped her breasts, playing with them before lifting them so he could kiss and suckle her nipples.

(Y/n) arched her back, pressing her breasts further into Levi's hands as his lips and tongue teased her nipples mercilessly. She could feel the heat rising within her, spreading like electricity through her entire body. "Levi" she moaned, her voice breathy and needy. "Yes, please, touch me."

"Do you want me to make you feel good?" His fingers, reached down her body playing with her pussy, as he continued the relentless teasing, and she could feel the pressure building inside her, making her body tremble with anticipation. "Oh, please, yes," she moaned a hint of impatience in her voice, arching her back even further, her fingernails digging into his shoulders. "I want you."

Levi smiled wickedly, his eyes glinting with lust. "Tell me what you want," he commanded, still teasing her with his fingers. "Tell me how bad you want this."

"I want you inside me," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "I want you to fuck me so hard I can't think about anything else." Her hips bucked upward, seeking the connection she ached for, and his thumb brushed against her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through her.

With one swift movement, Levi positioned himself between her spread legs, his erection pressing against her wet folds. Smirking at the thought that he barely touched her and she was that wet for him. He leaned in, his lips finding her ear, and growled, "I've wanted this since the moment I fucking met you. Fuck you so hard you won't be able to say anything else but my name" With that, he pushed himself inside her, filling her up in one deep stroke that made her cry out in pleasure.

As Levi thrust into her, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in this small, intimate space. The sounds of their bodies colliding and the wet slapping of skin on skin, filled the air. He moved with a savage grace that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her veins, his powerful body braced above hers. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as she met his thrusts, their hips moving in perfect rhythm.

Her breath came in ragged gasps, her eyes squeezed shut as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensations. The tension that had built up within her since their confrontation finally released, coursing through her like an electric current. She arched her back off the floor, her nails digging deeper into his shoulders as she felt the familiar tightening in her core.

"Oh, god, Levi," she moaned, her voice hoarse from the effort of keeping up with his pace. "Don't stop." she said as her hands found their way to his dark hair.

He growled, his lips finding her neck, leaving a mark as he thrust harder, deeper. "I'm not going to stop. Not until you're screaming for more." His hips slammed against hers again and again, the friction building up with each passing second.

The air in the room seemed to crackle with the intensity of their passion, and she could feel the heat of his body against hers, his sweat mingling with hers. Her muscles began to quiver, her orgasm barreling down on her like a runaway train.

"Levi," she cried out, her body tensing as the wave of pleasure washed over her.

His movements became even more frenzied, his thrusts more urgent as he felt her body begin to convulse around him. With a harsh groan, he threw his head back, his eyes squeezed shut, and emptied himself inside her.

As the last shudders of pleasure subsided, Levi collapsed on top of her, his weight pressing her into the carpet. He held her close, his breathing labored as he tried to catch his breath. After a moment, he looked down at her with a satisfied smirk and muttered, "You're such a fucking brat."

Despite the harsh words, there was a possessive fondness in his tone that she couldn't help but feel warm inside. He rolled off her, propping himself up on one elbow as he gazed down at her, his eyes trailing down her body.

"Next time, it'll be in a cleaner environment," he said with a wink. "I'll make sure we have a bed or something."

"You're unbelievable," she remarked, her eyes meeting Levi's with a mixture of amusement and warmth. The flickering light cast a gentle glow over the scene, highlighting the vulnerability beneath their tough exteriors.

With a swift motion, he covered their bodies with the blanket, the warmth of the fabric cocooning them in a shared space. "You know, your scientific facts might have some truth to them."

Masterlist

[sixpennydame]

Make. Believe. ❖ Act 1

Actor!Levi x Fem!Reader

It’s your first sex scene as a leading actress, and it’s with none other than Levi Ackerman. But you both can stay professional….right?

Warnings / Content: NSFW, Minors do not interact, oral sex (fem receiving), vaginal sex

A/N: I've been working on this one shot since April and it's finally here! There will be a Part 2, written from Levi's pov, available now!

Act 2 | Act 3

“Oi, you ok? Ready to do this?”

Levi stands naked before you. It’s nothing new - you’ve seen his nude body several times already while shooting this film. But today is the day that you shoot the main sex scene with him - the first you’ve ever done as a professional actress.

And despite all the preparations you’ve done, you’re nervous as hell about it.

You take a deep breath. “Yeah…I’m ready.”

The Camera Assistant raises the slate, “Scene 24, Take 1…” *Clap*

“Action!”

When your agent told you about the role you knew you were perfect for it. An ingénue role: innocent, pure, but headstrong, and when you finished the audition, you knew you’d gotten it. 

The movie is set in the 1920’s and tells the story about a woman who had been married off to an older, powerful man who owns a large estate. She has an affair with the quiet, mysterious groundskeeper. It’s all about class, duty, and desire.

You knew the role would require several sex scenes, and quite risqué ones at that. But that didn’t bother you. You’d been nude on stage while in acting school and you took your craft seriously.

What made you nervous was that you would be doing the sex scenes with Levi Ackerman. 

You’d had a crush on him since your teenage years, when you saw him in the Attack on Titan series. You, and every other girl that saw him in that show. Ten years later, he was still one of the most sought-after actors in film and television. He excelled in dramatic roles and was a skilled physical actor, even doing most of his own stunts. In interviews, he was always cool and quiet, letting the other actors take the spotlight. He also kept his private life particularly private, and this gave him an air of mystery.

 You weren’t sure what to expect when you met him for the first time with the rest of the cast at the first script table reading.

“Mr. Ackerman, I’ll be playing the part of Anna. It’s an absolute honor to be working with you.”

His grey eyes give you a once over, then he shakes your hand. “Please, call me Levi. I hear this is your first leading role.”

Just shaking his hand, you’re already blushing. How will you react when you actually have to touch him romantically?

You shake those thoughts out of your mind right now. “Y-yes, it is. I’d appreciate any advice you can give me.”

“This director is pretty strict about sticking to the script. I’ve worked with him before. But with love scenes, he’s going to give us a lot of freedom to kind of just do what we want.”

Oh god. He’s already bringing up the sex scenes. And he calls them love scenes. You feel your face getting even hotter. 

He notices. “I’m guessing you’ve never done a love scene before.”

“I uh..” you were going to try to think of something witty to say, but it feels difficult to talk suddenly, “I haven’t, actually.”

He smiles. “It’s normal to feel nervous. The most important thing is for you to trust me, and for us to respect each other.”

The room is filling with more cast and crew as the table reading is about to start. Levi gestures for the both of you to have a seat. “Why don’t we start by getting to know each other after the table reading? When we’re not shooting we can get together and help each other with lines and maybe eat together during breaks. That way, I won’t feel like such a stranger.”

“That would be so nice. Yes, let’s do that,” you reply, feeling better and more comfortable with him already. He just seems so…normal. Not at all the broody, rude character he’s made out to be in the tabloids.

After that, you spent most of your free time with Levi. You’d hang out with each other in your trailers, working on memorizing lines or just talking. The director insisted on shooting most of the movie on location and not in a studio, so you were all left to basically live in a small town in the countryside. Levi would invite you out with other cast and crew friends. He was friendly - much friendlier than you’d imagined him to be - but you noticed that the larger the crowd got, the quieter he became. You much more enjoyed the time when it was just the two of you.

Leading up to your sex scenes, you and Levi were required to meet with an intimacy coach. She was pleased to hear that you and Levi were already getting to know each other, since trust is key. The three of you talked over the scene and the movements required. 

“There will be moments where you two will have to be naked with each other, but when you two actually recreate sexual activity, you can use intimacy barriers and skin colored thongs and underwear,” the coach suggests. “Levi, I know you’ve done sex scenes totally nude in the past.”

That’s right..the independent film he was in a few years ago. There was a lot of controversy about the very explicit sex scene in that movie. So they were completely nude during that scene? Why do you feel jealous?

“Whatever Reader is comfortable with. I’ll follow her lead,” he says, matter-of-factly. 

The coach looks at you. “And you’re comfortable being nude with Levi?”

You’re trying so hard not to blush and look professional, as if this conversation isn’t giving you butterflies in your stomach. You feel Levi’s grey eyes on you. “Yes, it’s not a problem.”

Later that afternoon, your words were put to the test. You were to shoot a scene where your character catches Levi washing outside his cottage. It’s a short scene but you’re nervous. When you arrive on set, Levi is already in a robe waiting. 

The scene is set, and Levi takes off his robe. His body is even better in real life. He’s toned, and he has a perfect six pack with a deep v shape on either side. A black trail of hair leads down to his..

No, you shouldn’t look, it’s unprofessional. But you want to so badly.

“Reader, go to your mark,” the Director’s Assistant says.

“Y-yes, of course.” You take your place by the wall that surrounds his character’s cottage. When the director yells action you walk along the wall until you get to the entrance, but before you enter his garden, you see him washing at a basin near the home. You’re supposed to look for just a moment, then turn back against the wall and blush at seeing him. 

But when you peek around the corner, you can’t help but let your eyes linger for just longer than you’re supposed to. He’s washing himself, the water flowing over his beautifully toned body. His hair is wet and he pushes it back.

“Cut!” the director commands. “Reader, you were staring too long. Remember, she’s shocked at what she sees and quickly turns away, but she’s also titillated.”

You blush and look over to Levi, who you hope is far enough away that he can’t hear what the director is saying. “Got it. Sorry about that.” You take your mark and do it again.

The next day, you had to shoot some other scenes and didn’t see Levi all day. Although the day’s shoot went without a hitch, you couldn’t help but think about that perfect body of his and how you would soon be touching and kissing it. 

You arrived at your trailer earlier than usual the next day. There were a few cast and crew members ambling about, but it was otherwise quiet. You knock on the door of Levi’s trailer.

“Come in,” he answers. When you enter, Levi is casually sitting, drinking his tea and reading through today’s scenes. “I thought we could discuss how we wanted to block today’s physical scenes. It’s no nudity, but since it’s their first time,I think there are some particular movements they want us to include.” 

It’s strange, talking to Levi about, “me grabbing your breast,” or, “when I enter you for the first time,” as if these are the most normal conversations to have in the world. But even hearing him say these words in his deadpan way of speaking is making the blood rush to your cheeks. After a lengthy discussion, you scribble some notes in your script for later, then make your way to your trailer to get into costume.

The scene is set in a hunting cabin far from the main estate. As your character has just left a dinner party, you’re wearing a beautiful wine colored gown that everyone remarks on. Everyone except Levi. He sits in his chair and seems to be in some kind of ultra-focused state. You’d never noticed before, but maybe that’s how he gets into character.

Or maybe he’s nervous too.

Your heart is pounding when the director says action. “Please don’t go,” you say, as you grab Levi’s arm. 

You’d blocked out the scene with Levi this morning, but you suddenly have an urge to deviate slightly from the plan, not because you want to, but because you now feel like that’s what your character would do at this moment. 

You hold his hand and begin to kiss his palm and wrist, then you place it on your cheek. It’s so innocent, but full of yearning.  Levi’s body goes tense, but then he unexpectedly moves his thumb to your lips and you open your mouth. You begin to suck on his thumb, then his pointer finger, looking at him seductively when he finally pulls it out. He lets out a sigh and then he’s kissing you passionately; you pull down his suspenders while he lifts up the gossamer layers of your dress. Your mouths crash together as he undoes his pants. He tastes like spearmint, and you wonder if he did that on purpose. He moves away from the kiss and pulls off your underwear, and then he’s on top of you and between your legs. 

Although his bare ass is showing, the camera angle doesn’t necessitate him completely against your crotch. But he pushes slowly as if he is entering you for the first time and after a few thrusts, he starts getting faster. 

Your character is going through a lot of emotions at this point: desire, guilt, pleasure. You look away and your cheeks begin to flush as Levi continues to move, a certain kind of desperation in every thrust. You both begin to breathe heavily, your hands in his hair and his head in the crook of your neck. One final thrust, and there’s only silence, until..

“Cut!” the director cries out. “Good work, you two. Now, let’s do that again, with some closeup shots.

“You okay?” Levi asks as he gets off of you and grabs a rag to wipe off his sweat. 

You straighten your dress and a makeup assistant comes over to touch-up your makeup. “Yeah..I’m fine.”

“They way you approached me, with the kisses on the palm and taking my fingers - that was a nice change.” He looks at you as he returns to his mark. “You have good instincts.”

“Thanks.” You laugh to yourself, because the compliment makes you blush more than when he was rutting against you.

The cinematographer changes cameras and gets closer. “Alright, let’s do that again..”

——

The next day, you meet with the intimacy coordinator to choreograph the next sex scene scheduled for the end of the week. In the midst of taking notes and discussing with Levi the motivations for each movement, you become quiet, your thoughts drifting elsewhere. Because for the last few days, you’ve had trouble differentiating your feelings for Levi and your character’s feelings for his character. The line seems to be blurring between them, and that concerns you. 

In between scenes, you truly enjoy spending time with Levi. He’s smart and funny. He nerds out about tea and kung fu movies, and you’ve spent many an evening just listening to him go into more detail about the two than you ever thought possible. He gives you ideas when you struggle with character notes, and even helps you to memorize lines. At night, in the privacy of your hotel room, you’ve fantasized about what it might feel like to be desired by him, to hear him say your name as he touches your body.

Then you hear your name being called by the coordinator and you snap out of it. “Is that ok with you? Being completely nude for the scene?” she asks.

“No..no..I’d like for both of us to be covered,” you answer. It’s better this way, you think to yourself. It keeps it professional.

Levi shrugs. “Fine by me.”

You both walk back to the hotel at the end of the day, but Levi stops you before you enter the building.

“Hey, you ok today? You seem distracted.”

“I’m fine. I guess I’m just nervous about tomorrow.” 

“I get it. But we’ve put a lot of work into this. And I’d like to think we trust each other at this point.” He puts his hand on your shoulder. “You’ve got this.”

Just like that, you feel more at ease. He just has such a way with you. “You’re right, we’ve done well so far. And I do trust you, Levi.”

——

When you arrive at your trailer the next morning, there’s a to-go cup on your table. 

To calm your body and mind. —Levi

Your makeup artist smiles as you read the note. “Levi just brought that by. You sure have a great leading man.”

You smile. “Yeah, I sure do.”

The scene takes place in the forest in the afternoon. Your character has snuck away from her home to meet him, far away from spying eyes. The Director has decided to film the scene in sections instead of one long scene, at least for now. 

The marker board is clicked and you and Levi walk hand-in-hand among the trees. He pulls you into a small clearing, then grabs the back of your neck as he starts kissing you fully. You pull away and look him in the eyes.

“I want you to fuck me.”

Your character is a lady of high society; it’s scandalous for someone of her stature to say such a thing, but here she is, with this man that is ‘below’ her, and she wants nothing else than for him to ravage her.

You can totally relate to your character, in that regard.

He moves closer to you and begins to fondle your breasts, then he grabs the front of your white cotton blouse and tears it off of you, revealing your bare chest. 

He lays his chore jacket on the ground. “Undo my trousers,” he commands, and you do so. You then lie down on the jacket beneath you while he pulls down his trousers and takes off his henley shirt. When he takes off his trousers, you look away.

“No - don’t look away. Look at me,” he says with authority. He crouches over you and easily pulls off your skirt. 

“Cut! Let’s get them ready for closeup shots.” The Director and his team set up for the next shots as you and Levi sit awkwardly on the ground. You can’t move too much because you don't want to spoil the continuity of the scene, so you freeze as your hair and makeup team tousle your hair and touch up your makeup.

Both of you have your groins covered but other than that, you are completely naked, except you’re still wearing your stockings and boots. The Director tells Levi to get on top of you and he does so.

“Ready to do this?” He whispers.

“Yes, I’m ready,” you answer.

“Scene 24, Take 1..”

*Clap*

Levi is immediately kissing your lips, then moving down to your neck and collarbone. He looks back up at you and begins to thrust, each one hard and deliberate. You begin to move your hips to meet his thrusts and he breathes heavily into the skin of your neck. Even without actually having sex, the friction enough is turning you on; that, and Levi’s kisses on your body.

Then you feel it. A hardening bulge rubbing up against your clit. You look into his eyes and see a brief flash of recognition, but neither of you break character. 

He pulls you up and your legs are wrapped around him. He continues to thrust into you but it’s slower now, your bodies working together as you grind. His hard cock is rubbing your clit just right, and you feel like you could come from just this feeling alone. You’ve forgotten about the hoards of people watching both of you right now and you’re completely in the moment, letting him pull you even closer to him. 

“Levi..” you whisper in his ear. It slips from your mouth before you know it; there aren’t any lines scripted for this scene, and you’re hoping it wasn’t loud enough for the boom mic to pick up. It earns a look from Levi and then he smirks - you’re not sure if that was in character either. 

Your hands grasp at his hair and he starts slowing down. You look up at the sky thinking about the pleasure you - and your character - just felt. Then your lips graze against each other as your breathing becomes more calm.

“And cut! Great work you two I loved how that flowed. Let’s take a 15 minute break. I’ll look through the footage and decide if we need to re-shoot anything.”

Just like that, the moment is gone. The Director and others begin to move equipment and Levi’s assistant brings him a robe. He has it on and around him before you can barely get off of him.

“Good work,” he says curtly as he walks off. Your assistant takes a little longer to get to you, so you’re sitting there, naked, trying to figure out just exactly what happened between the two of you.

Levi keeps his distance during the break and as he listens to the director’s notes. You have to re-shoot a few closeup shots, and although the energy is still there, something is different. You can feel it. 

——

Levi doesn’t come out with you and the crew for dinner that night, and he doesn’t reply to your text messages. You’re worried - did you do something to offend him? Was it because you moaned his name during the scene?

That has to be it. It probably made him feel awkward. Maybe he thinks you’re unprofessional. It makes your palms cold and clammy just thinking about disappointing him, you can’t bear it.

But you can’t deny that he was turned on during the scene. You felt him against you. You couldn’t have imagined that.

You walk back to your hotel room lethargically. You think about texting him again, this time apologizing for your behavior, but before you can, there’s a knock on your door.

“Levi?”

“Hey.” He shifts one leg to the other, and he rubs the back of his neck. “Can we talk?”

“Of course,” you open the door wider for him to enter, “come in.”

He enters, his body language clearly restless and troubled. “What’s up?” you question.

“About today’s shoot….I’ve been doing this a long time, and I’m always professional. I respect you as an actress.”  

He paces the room and has a difficult time looking at you. You assume he’s going to reprimand you for your behavior today, so you prepare yourself. “I know you do, Levi. And I respect you.”

He finally stops in front of you. “But me getting turned on today…I don’t want you to think less of me. It’s just that you’re-“ he runs his hand through his dark hair. 

Butterflies begin to form in your stomach. You’ve never seen Levi this flummoxed before. He takes a deep breath and it seems to give him focus as he moves closer to you. 

“You’ve done something to me. When I had you in my arms today, I couldn’t help myself. Then when you said my name like that…”

He looks into your eyes. “I’ve kissed you countless times during this filming. But right now, I want to kiss you as myself.”

Your heart does backflips and your throat is suddenly dry. “So kiss me,” you invite, moving even closer to him.

It takes him a moment, almost as if he is checking if it’s truly ok. Then with a deep breath, he grabs the back of your neck and crashes his lips into yours. Even though you’ve kissed him many times, this time it’s different. There’s an electricity to it, an honesty, as if he’s laying bare his entire self to you. 

His hand moves from your hip bone to under your shirt, his soft touch sending shivers down your spine. It doesn’t take long for his other hand to make it under your shirt as well, and soon he’s pulling it over your head and off of you. 

You also start letting your hands roam, first down his back and then under his t-shirt. You grab the hem and pull it off of him, but before you can do more he’s working on unclasping your bra. 

“I want you so badly.” His voice is low and raspy as he lays you on the bed.

You’ve started peeling off your leggings but he takes them and pulls them off roughly, desperately. “There are condoms in the drawer of the bedside table.” He gives you a look. “You know..just in case.” He smiles, then reaches over to the drawer. As he does so, you pull off your underwear and start touching yourself. You rub your clit in circles, watching him as he stands over you.

There’s a giant bulge in his grey sweatpants and you can see the lust in his eyes. “God, you’re beautiful.” He throws the condom packet down and dives in between your legs, kissing the inside of your thighs.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to have you like this? To take this beautiful pussy as mine?” He starts licking at your folds and you swear you’ve entered heaven. He starts flicking his tongue over your clit, alternating between fast and slow. Your back arches and your hands reach down to grip his hair. 

“Yes, yes, right there….fuck…” You can’t believe this is happening. Levi is here, he wants you, and he’s eating your pussy in a way that no man ever has.

Just when you feel you could climax, he stops. He reaches down next to the bed and picks up the condom package, sticking it in his mouth as he takes off his sweatpants and underwear. 

You’d seen him naked on set, but his cock had been flaccid at the time; now that he’s hard, it’s even more impressive. As he puts on the condom, you lick your lips, preparing yourself to truly - finally - have him inside you.

He can see the desire in your eyes. “Look at you - so eager for my cock are you?”

“Yes, Levi, I want it so badly. I’ve always wanted you.” You open your legs a little wider, inviting him to go between them. 

He moves in and looks down on you as he touches his cock. “Fuck, you’re so pretty like this. I don’t know how I’ve kept myself in check for this long.” 

You smile. “So you’ve been thinking about me?”

“Of course I have. How could I not?” He positions himself above you and rubs his cock on your entrance, covering it with your juices. “When I’m not on set with you, you’re all I think about.”

Before this night, Levi had always had a quiet, awkward confidence to him, as if there were a multitude of thoughts happening just below the surface; but now, he was assertive and cocky, telling you his thoughts and desires without any restraint. You loved seeing this new side of him.

He enters you slowly and you both take a deep breath, then he begins to move faster as he sees a smile form across your face.

“You feel so good…fuck…” 

Your words encourage him to pick up the pace, the sounds of his hips slamming into you reverberate throughout the room. “Shit, you’re so wet, I can’t get enough of you.” He moves down to kiss you passionately, then he starts to kiss and suck on your neck.

“Be careful..I have to shoot a scene tomorrow,” you warn, halfheartedly.

“Makeup can cover it up,” he growls in your ear and then continues.

He feels so good, you can’t resist anything this man does to you, so you give into him completely as his cock rams into you and his mouth claims you.

The evening is a flurry of moans and grunts, him having his way with you on the bed, against the wall, in the shower - it was as if you were both discovering pleasure for the first time. Real pleasure - not performative. 

As the sun begins to rise, you both lay exhausted and satisfied in the bed, the sheets in a tangled mess around you.

“This won’t change how we work together, will it?” you ask with a worried look on your face.

“Why would it? If anything, it’ll make our chemistry on screen more believable.” He kisses the top of your head. “And this will make the preparation for the other sex scenes much more interesting,” he says with a boyish grin. 

You can’t argue with that. “I suppose life sometimes does imitate art.” 

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Courtney: Take a right here. Oscar: Absolutely not. Courtney: C’mon! I have an idea. Oscar: Getting arrested for kidnapping is a terrible idea. [Oscar rolled his eyes as Courtney grinned and raised her hand threateningly; snorting, he threw the indicator on and pulled over with acquiescence, lest she get any ideas and grab the steering wheel herself] … Courtney: Is Levi ready? Nadia: For? Courtney: Camping. Nadia: He’s not going. Courtney: Oh-.. we’ve already booked a spot for him. Nadia: Hm. Courtney: It’d be easier if he were out of your hair for a week though-.. right? [Nadia squinted at the slightly unkempt woman before her; she was clearly mistaken in her previous assumptions that Courtney was a simple, feebleminded housewife] Nadia: Don’t take me for a fool. Courtney: Alright, what’s it gonna be then? Nadia: LEVI! Nadia: Do you want to go camping with these.. people? Levi: I thought you said-… Nadia: Do. You. Want. To. Go? … Nadia: That was quick-.. you won’t bring any bad habits back, will you? Levi: I’ll try not to. Nadia: I’ll miss you, sweetheart. [Levi clenched his bag tightly and ignored his mother’s outstretched arms, knowing full well they’d remain firmly plastered to her waist were there not a car full of Finch’s right next to them] Levi: Hey-.. scootch over, losers. Ava: Hi, Levi’s mommy! [Levi shut the door before Nadia could respond, catching naught but a glimpse of her upturned nose as Oscar sped off]

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pairing — levixblack!girl

genre — tooth-rotting fluff

word count — 16k

summary —levi colwill never believed in fate—until he met y/n. their chance encounters at the café leave him questioning everything he thought he knew about destiny. she’s guarded and doesn’t give him the time of day, but he’s determined to win her over. yet, how can he do that when he can’t even remember his own name?

an — peak avoidant procrastination core! instead of studying for finals, this idea came to me and i knew i had to write it. i hope you enjoy!

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levi wasn’t sure why he walked into the café. he’d passed it plenty of times on his way home, its muted green awning blending into the quiet street. it wasn’t the kind of place that screamed for attention—no neon signs or bright chalkboards advertising specials. maybe that’s why it appealed to him this morning.

he needed something... different. not the usual machine-brewed coffee from the training ground or the same protein-packed routine he’d been following for months. he wanted something strong. sharp.

so here he was.

the café was still waking up, the kind of place where the hum of a grinder and the occasional clatter of mugs filled the silence. the barista behind the counter didn’t even blink when he walked in, hoodie pulled low over his face, hands shoved into his pockets.

“black coffee,” he said, his voice barely above a mumble.

the barista nodded, moving with the kind of precision that only came from years of practice. levi stepped back, leaning against the counter as he waited.

his eyes wandered around the room, taking in the cozy, unassuming vibe. exposed brick walls. shelves lined with books and plants. a handful of tables, most of them empty.

except one.

his gaze landed on a girl near the window.

she was sitting alone, her head bent slightly, long braids falling over her shoulder in a way that made them look impossibly soft. she had clear-framed glasses perched on her nose and headphones covering her ears, the kind that looked big enough to block out the world.

her hands were busy with... something.

he squinted, trying to figure it out. she was holding a bundle of yarn, looping it around a shiny metal stick with quick, practiced movements. he didn’t have a clue what she was doing, but it was oddly mesmerizing.

“coffee’s ready,” the barista called, snapping him out of it.

levi grabbed the cup, hesitating for a moment before heading to her table.

he didn’t think about what he was going to say. he rarely did.

“hey,” he said, stepping into her line of vision.

she glanced up, her fingers pausing for half a second before resuming their work. “hi.”

her tone wasn’t warm, but it wasn’t rude, either. indifferent, maybe.

“what are you... doing?” he asked, gesturing vaguely at her hands.

her eyes flicked to the yarn, then back to him. “crocheting.”

he blinked. “cro... what?”

“crocheting,” she repeated, slower this time. “you know, making things with yarn?”

“oh.” he nodded like he understood, even though he didn’t.

her hands moved again, looping and twisting the yarn with practiced ease. he wanted to ask more, but something about the way she was looking at him—calm, detached, like she’d seen through whatever he was about to say—made him falter.

“so, uh... do you come here often?” he tried, leaning on the table slightly.

her brow lifted, and for a moment, he thought she might laugh.

“is that your line?”

he grinned, trying to play it off. “no, just... curious. i haven’t seen you here before.”

“maybe you weren’t looking,” she said simply, her attention already drifting back to her yarn.

he frowned. that wasn’t the response he’d expected.

“well,” he said, straightening up, “if you’re a regular, maybe i’ll see you around again.”

“maybe,” she said, not looking up.

he lingered for a second, waiting for... something. but she didn’t give him anything. no name, no question, not even a glance.

“right. have a good day,” he said finally, backing away.

she hummed in response, a soft, dismissive sound that made his chest tighten in a way he didn’t like to think about.

levi left the café, the cool morning air hitting him like a splash of water.

it wasn’t until he was halfway down the street that it hit him.

he never told her his name.

“idiot,” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head.

still, he couldn’t shake the image of her—the calm, focused way she’d ignored him, the faint smirk that had lingered on her lips when she called him out.

he told himself he wouldn’t go back. she didn’t seem interested, anyway.

but deep down, he knew this wasn’t the last time he’d see her.

levi didn’t usually believe in fate.

but after last night’s match—an edge-of-your-seat thriller that had him riding high on adrenaline well past midnight—he couldn’t help the good feeling that crept over him when he woke up this morning. it wasn’t just the win, though that felt sweet enough to carry him through the rest of the week.

he thought of her.

the girl from the café.

he told himself it was harmless, coming back. his training session wasn’t until later that afternoon, and he needed coffee anyway. besides, it wasn’t like he knew she’d even be there. but something in him—a quiet, nagging instinct—urged him to go.

by the time he stepped into the café, his heart was already beating a little faster.

he spotted her almost immediately.

she was in the same seat by the window, her head bent slightly as her hands worked at another bundle of yarn. the morning light streaming in through the glass caught on the soft brown of her skin, her long braids swaying as she adjusted her position.

he didn’t realize he was smiling until he was already at the counter.

“just a black coffee, please,” he told the barista, his eyes darting back toward her table as the machine hummed to life.

she hadn’t noticed him. her focus was entirely on whatever she was making, her fingers moving with that same quiet efficiency that had caught his attention last time.

coffee in hand, he made his way over, his sneakers making a soft scuffing sound against the floor. he stopped just short of her table, waiting for her to glance up.

she didn’t.

“hey,” he said, the word hanging in the air for a moment before her head tilted slightly toward him.

she pulled one side of her headphones off, her eyes meeting his with that same calm, almost detached gaze he remembered.

“hi.”

he gestured to the empty chair across from her. “mind if i sit?”

she glanced around the café, taking in the sea of empty chairs and tables, before looking back at him.

“you couldn’t find anywhere else?” she asked, her tone dry but not unkind.

he laughed softly, running a hand over the back of his neck. “what can i say? the company here’s unmatched.”

she stared at him for a moment, her lips pressing into a line like she was deciding whether to send him away. then, with a small tilt of her head, she gestured toward the chair.

“go ahead.”

“thanks,” he said, sliding into the seat with a small grin.

her attention drifted back to her hands, the yarn pulling taut as she worked. for a while, he just watched, sipping his coffee and trying to think of something to say.

“so,” he started, nodding toward the yarn in her hands. “what are you making this time?”

she glanced up briefly, her brows lifting. “this time?”

“yeah,” he said, leaning forward slightly. “last time, you said it was a blanket, right?”

her lips twitched, and for a second, he thought she might actually smile.

“it wasn’t a blanket,” she said, her tone patient but amused. “it was a sweater.”

he blinked, caught off guard. “a sweater?”

“yeah.”

“like... a proper one? with sleeves?”

she tilted her head slightly, her fingers never stopping their work. “aren’t most sweaters proper ones?”

he let out a short laugh, shaking his head. “you’re telling me you made a sweater with just that... hook thing?”

“crochet hook,” she corrected, her voice steady.

“right. that.” he gestured toward her hands, still baffled. “how do you even do that? doesn’t it take forever?”

“depends on the pattern,” she said, her tone nonchalant. “some things take longer than others.”

he nodded, though he didn’t entirely understand. “how long have you been doing it?”

she paused for a moment, her gaze flicking up to meet his before returning to her yarn. “since i was a kid. my grandmother taught me.”

“that’s... cool,” he said, though the word felt too small for what he meant. “so, you just make stuff like sweaters and blankets for fun?”

“sometimes,” she said. “sometimes i sell them.”

he sat back, genuinely impressed. “you’re telling me people buy this stuff?”

her lips curved slightly, the faintest hint of pride in her expression. “yeah. people buy this stuff.”

he let out a low whistle, shaking his head. “that’s mad. i can’t even sew a button back on my shirt.”

“doesn’t surprise me,” she said lightly, her tone teasing.

he grinned, leaning forward again. “you’re full of jokes today, huh?”

“just being honest.”

he laughed, the sound drawing a few curious glances from the barista behind the counter. he didn’t care. for the first time in a long time, he felt like he didn’t have to try so hard to impress someone.

“what’s your coffee order?” he asked after a moment, the question slipping out before he could stop it.

“a latte,” she said, not looking up.

“what flavor?”

“hazelnut.”

“fancy,” he said, raising his brows.

“not really,” she said, her tone even.

he chuckled, taking another sip of his coffee. the bitterness felt grounding, a sharp contrast to the way his chest felt light just sitting across from her.

they fell into a comfortable silence, the soft click of her crochet hook filling the space between them. he wanted to keep talking, to ask her more, but something about her calm focus made him hesitate.

eventually, he drained the last of his coffee and set the cup down with a quiet clink.

“thanks for letting me sit,” he said, pushing his chair back slightly.

“sure,” she said, her gaze still on her hands.

he lingered for a moment, the words caught in his throat. he thought about introducing himself, thought about saying something clever or memorable. but instead, he just nodded, shoving his hands into his pockets as he stood.

“see you around,” he said lightly.

she hummed in response, not looking up.

as he stepped outside, the cool morning air hit his face, and he realized he was smiling.

she hadn’t asked who he was. she hadn’t cared.

and for some reason, that made him want to see her again even more.

levi sat there, his gaze drifting back to the yarn slipping through her fingers, the steady rhythm of her hands like a quiet hum in the background. he took a sip of his black coffee, grimacing a little. it was fine, but he wasn't exactly a fan. black coffee was just something to get him through, especially after a late-night match and the early morning training ahead.

"i still don’t get why you drink this," he muttered, shaking his head. "it’s not even that great." he chuckled, trying to make the comment lighthearted, though it was clear from the way he cradled the cup that he didn’t find it appealing.

she glanced at him from behind her glasses, her eyes briefly meeting his before flicking back to her project. “i’m guessing you’re not here for the coffee,” she said, her voice flat.

he smiled, leaning in slightly, genuinely curious. "yeah, i’m trying to expand my horizons. i only drink black coffee when i’m tired or when work’s got me running on fumes." he paused, eyeing his cup again. "but i don’t even like it that much."

“so, you’re still figuring out what you actually like?” she asked, her voice carrying that same cool indifference. but there was something in her tone that made him want to push past her walls.

levi shifted in his seat, adjusting himself slightly. “i guess so. i don’t even know what i’m looking for.”

she snorted, but it wasn’t in a mean way. “i could tell,” she said, focusing on her hands again. “you’re still working on figuring yourself out, huh?”

levi chuckled softly, nodding. "you could say that."

a silence settled between them, but this time, it wasn’t uncomfortable. levi found himself watching her again, intrigued not only by her skills but by the way she carried herself. the way she didn’t rush, didn’t give much away.

“so, what made you start doing this?” he asked, trying again, genuinely wanting to know more about her.

she gave a small shrug, her hands working faster now, the movements fluid. “just picked it up. been doing it since i was a kid.”

"that’s impressive," levi said, leaning forward a bit. "i could never do something like that. i can barely manage to focus for more than a few minutes at a time."

she glanced up at him briefly, a glimmer of amusement in her eyes. "you don’t look like you’ve got the patience for it."

he smiled at that, leaning back in his chair. “maybe not. but i like the idea of making something from nothing.”

"well, it takes time," she replied, her voice low and steady, focusing intently on the sweater in front of her.

levi watched her for a moment, the tension between them subtle but palpable. his mind was racing with questions, but he couldn’t figure out how to ask without feeling like he was pushing too hard.

“what’s your name, by the way?” he asked, finally breaking the silence, his words slipping out before he could stop them.

she didn’t stop her work, her hands still moving expertly as she glanced up at him for a split second. “you’ll have to work for it,” she said, her lips curling slightly.

levi chuckled, nodding. “fair enough. guess i’ll keep trying then.”

“guess so,” she said, her tone nonchalant, though a slight smile tugged at her lips.

he smiled back, not sure why the idea of keeping her name out of reach made him want to try even harder. “well, i’ll be back tomorrow. i’ll try a chai latte next time. see if i like that better than this black coffee.”

"we’ll see," she said, barely sparing him another glance as she continued her work.

levi stood up, gathering his things. “alright then. i’ll be around.”

"maybe," she replied, not looking up.

he walked out of the café, the door chiming behind him, but this time, there was something different in the air. he didn’t know exactly what it was, but he had a feeling he’d be back tomorrow, and the day after that, until he figured out what it was that kept pulling him to her.

levi had come to the café so often, he didn't even think twice about sitting in his usual spot anymore. it had become a place he didn't mind spending time, especially after training sessions that left him exhausted. but there was something else that kept pulling him in—something he couldn’t quite shake. and that was the girl. the girl with the quiet hands that worked magic with yarn, the girl who barely seemed to notice him at first, and yet, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. he'd grown fond of the place, sure, but it was really because of her.

tonight, he hadn't planned to see her. he didn’t even expect to find her here at this late hour. but the moment he walked in, he instinctively went to the same table by the window, his eyes scanning the dimly lit café. the usual crowd had thinned out, but as he pulled out his phone, scrolling through a few texts and messages, something caught his attention. his breath hitched in his chest as his gaze lifted, locking onto her.

she was standing in front of him, her hands holding two drinks, and in that moment, levi couldn’t breathe properly. she looked... different. so different that for a second, he thought maybe he had missed something—had he even been looking at her the way he should have before? her hair wasn’t in braids anymore, but loose, soft curls that framed her face perfectly. her baby hairs were delicately laid, and she wore no glasses this time. she was dressed in a brown pencil skirt, a beige turtleneck, and the most stunning leather thigh-high platform boots he’d ever seen. even standing up, he was still towering over her, but it didn’t matter. she looked incredible.

he stood up, instinctively wanting to say something, anything. but all he could manage was a quiet breath, his voice unsure. “you... you look different.”

she laughed softly, the sound easy and effortless. “thank you, i guess.”

levi watched as she slipped into the seat ahead of him, the same spot she always sat in when he’d seen her before. she settled in, as if nothing had changed. but he had changed. he was suddenly more aware of her—of the way she held herself, the quiet elegance in her movements.

“you’re here late,” she commented, her voice calm as she placed one of the drinks in front of him.

"yeah, i guess i've... grown fond of this place," levi said, unsure why he added the ‘fond’ part. it just came out. but it was true. he had grown fond of the café, especially at this hour when everything was quieter, and the bustle of the city outside seemed a world away.

she raised an eyebrow at him, almost teasing. “you didn’t get a drink?”

levi chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “was going to. didn’t really know what to get.” his gaze shifted to the drink she’d placed in front of him, his curiosity piqued.

without saying much more, she nudged the drink closer to him, a small smirk tugging at her lips. “you said you wanted to widen your horizons. try this, and see if it meets the expectations of your ‘black soulless coffee’.”

levi blinked, momentarily taken aback by her words, but then he smiled. “you’re too generous,” he murmured, finally taking the drink from the table. “thank you.”

he took a sip, not expecting much, but when the flavor exploded on his taste buds, he nearly groaned. it was nothing like what he thought it would be. it was smooth, sweet, and somehow rich, with layers of flavor he couldn’t quite place. he leaned back in his seat, wide-eyed. “holy shit... this is... good. is this even coffee? it tastes like... a cake.”

she chuckled softly, clearly enjoying his reaction. “it’s a cookie butter latte. half sweet, decaf. considering it’s the evening.” she paused, her fingers absentmindedly tapping on the table as she looked up at him. “you’re welcome, i guess.”

levi blinked, still trying to wrap his head around how good it was. “this is incredible. no one’s ever done this for me before.”

“well,” she said with a shrug, her tone light but not unkind, “don’t get used to it, pretty boy. that ran me five pounds.”

levi let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “i’m definitely coming back for this.” he took another sip, savoring the taste. “so you’re a uni student, huh?”

“yep, go to ucl,” she replied, her voice still casual. “but it’s break right now, so i come here to unwind.”

levi couldn’t help but smile at that, the way she spoke so simply, as if she was still somewhat closed off, but in a way that intrigued him even more. “must be nice. i bet it gets overwhelming with everything you’re doing.”

she shrugged again, looking down at her drink. “it is what it is. everyone has their own shit to deal with, right?”

“yeah, i get that,” levi agreed quietly, his gaze on her. “but it’s nice to have a place to unwind, right?”

“i guess so,” she said, her voice quieting for a moment. “it’s better than dealing with everything in my dorm.”

levi noticed how her expression shifted slightly, a bit more guarded than before, and it made him want to ask more. something about her still felt off, but he wasn’t sure if it was something she wanted to talk about. yet, as if the question was out before he could stop it, he found himself leaning forward, a genuine curiosity in his voice. “so, what’s got you all dressed up tonight? not that i’m complaining,” he added quickly, not wanting her to think he was being too nosy.

her lips curled slightly, and for a moment, he could see a flicker of something behind her eyes. “it’s none of your business,” she said, her tone a bit sharper, but she didn’t look mad. more resigned. “but i’m coming from a bad date.”

levi blinked, taken aback. he hadn’t expected that, and it hit him harder than he thought it would. jealousy rose in his chest without warning, but he tried to keep it off his face as he asked, “bad date? what happened?”

“he was... well, he wasn’t exactly my type,” she started, leaning back in her seat, clearly in the mood to share now. “kept talking about himself. didn’t really seem interested in anything i had to say. and, let’s just say, there was a lot of... silence.” she rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her drink as if she was trying to distance herself from the memory.

levi let out a small chuckle, trying to hide the slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “sounds like a disaster.”

“yeah, well, i guess you could say that.” she sighed, her shoulders dropping. “and then he asked if i wanted to go out to dinner after, like, i didn’t just sit through the world’s longest monologue.” she shook her head, a laugh escaping her despite herself. “some people just have no idea how to talk to anyone.”

levi nodded, half-laughing, half-intrigued by the way she was speaking now. “sounds like you dodged a bullet.” he paused. “but i’m sorry that happened.”

“yeah, me too,” she muttered, eyes on her drink. “but i’ll live.”

levi couldn’t help himself. the silence between them was comfortable now, but the way she looked tonight—how she spoke so casually about her date, yet still had that mysterious air about her—made him want to push just a little further.

he leaned back in his chair, his eyes finding hers once more, a playful grin tugging at the corner of his lips. "you know," he said, his voice lower than before, smooth, almost teasing. "i can’t help but think that if i’d been on that date, things might have gone a little differently."

her brow arched slightly, and she glanced up at him, the faintest smile playing on her lips. "oh? how’s that?"

he shrugged, his smile widening, his voice almost a whisper. "well, for starters, i actually listen when people talk," he teased, leaning forward just enough to close the space between them. "and i definitely wouldn’t have spent the whole time talking about myself. unless, of course, you wanted me to."

her eyes narrowed slightly, but there was no mistaking the hint of amusement in them. “so you’re saying i should’ve been on a date with you instead?”

levi chuckled, running a hand through his hair as he leaned back again, crossing his arms with a confident smirk. “well, i wouldn’t want to say that, but... maybe you’re onto something.”

she laughed softly, shaking her head. “you’re a piece of work, you know that?”

he shrugged casually, his grin never wavering. "hey, if i’m gonna be a piece of work, at least i’m a good one." he leaned in a little closer, his gaze locking onto hers. “you know, if you ever want a do-over on that bad date, i’m pretty sure i could make it worth your while.”

she paused, eyes flickering to his lips for a split second before meeting his gaze again, her voice quieter now. "you’re bold, i’ll give you that."

levi’s grin softened slightly, but his eyes never left hers. "yeah, well, it wouldn’t be me if i wasn’t."

he took another sip of his drink, watching as she did the same, a subtle tension now hanging between them. he was flirting, sure, but it felt different with her. like something more. something unspoken. and as the seconds ticked by, he realized he didn’t mind the tension. in fact, he kind of liked it.

“you know, i’ll be back tomorrow,” he said casually, his voice smooth, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "i’ll be here... just in case you want to give me another chance to prove i’m not so bad."

she looked at him for a long moment, her lips curling into a smile. "we’ll see about that, pretty boy."

and with that, levi stood, his heart racing a little faster than it should have, but he didn’t let it show. he smiled at her, giving her one last lingering look before he turned and walked out of the café, the door chiming behind him. as he stepped out into the cool evening air, he couldn't help but feel like he was one step closer to understanding just what it was about her that kept him coming back. and as much as he’d like to think it was just for the coffee, he knew it was something—someone—far more intriguing than that.

the days without him felt oddly long. y/n found herself sitting in her usual spot at the café, the soft hum of background chatter surrounding her, but it wasn’t the same. he wasn’t here, and though she tried to tell herself it was fine, that she didn’t need to see him every day, she couldn't help the way her thoughts drifted back to him. to the last time they spoke. to the way he always seemed to appear out of nowhere, like some kind of mirage, and then somehow make the air feel just a little bit lighter.

she hadn't seen him for days—he’d mentioned something about traveling, which, in her mind, had only made him seem even more distant, like he was off somewhere doing something important. she couldn't quite figure out how she felt about that. part of her wanted to believe it was just the simple, fleeting nature of their interactions, that she'd be perfectly fine without him. after all, they barely knew each other.

but, there was something about him. something that kept tugging at her, something she couldn’t shake, no matter how much she tried to keep herself busy with her coursework or with her crochet projects. every time she made coffee at home, she wondered if it tasted like the one he’d gotten her. that cookie butter latte. the one he seemed so taken with. the one she couldn’t help but think about every time her mind wandered.

it wasn’t even about the drink anymore—it was about him.

as much as y/n didn’t want to admit it, there was something magnetic about him. not just the way he looked, though he was undeniably handsome, but the way he made her feel. seen, even in the briefest moments of their conversations. he didn’t ask for much, didn’t try to push her past her boundaries, but he was there—always just a little bit closer than she was ready for.

y/n found herself wondering what he was doing now. what he was thinking. if he ever thought of her the way she was thinking of him. she had no way of knowing, of course. he was a stranger. just the handsome boy from the coffee shop.

he’d slipped in and out of her life so seamlessly that she had barely noticed. until now, when he wasn’t there anymore.

levi sat on the bus to newcastle, the city’s skyline fading behind him, and couldn’t help but think of her. the girl from the coffee shop. the one who, despite her quiet nature, had managed to capture his attention with nothing more than a smile and the faintest of glances.

it hadn’t been a big deal when he’d first noticed her, but now? now it felt different. it was the little things. the moved her hair from her faxe when when she was focused, the way she looked down when she smiled, as if she were shy about it. the way she’d corrected him when he’d called her knitting “crocheting” the other day—it had been a small thing, but he’d liked it. liked how she didn’t let him get away with things, even in passing.

he found himself thinking about their conversations more than he should have. wondering what she was doing, where she was, what she was thinking. maybe it was the fact that he was so used to people coming and going, but with her, it felt different. like she was a part of something he didn’t quite understand, but couldn’t stop thinking about.

he knew nothing about her, other than the small details she’d shared—she went to school, studied something, but had never told him exactly what. he didn’t know her name, didn’t even know what made her laugh the hardest. but still, he found himself wishing he could know. wishing he could be the one she reached out to. wishing he could see that smile again.

and yet, despite all of that, he hadn’t gotten her number. hadn’t asked her for it. maybe it was the fact that their interactions felt like something so casual, so simple, that asking for something more felt... strange. he didn’t want to ruin what they had, even if it was fleeting. he wasn’t sure if he was ready to push for more—maybe because he didn’t know what that even meant with someone like her.

but damn it, he thought as he gazed out the window, he missed her.

back at the café, y/n found herself checking her phone more often than usual. the same notification that had come through earlier in the day had now come through again. a message from one of her friends. but she didn’t really care about that. her eyes darted to the door when she heard the jingle of the bell. he wasn’t there. of course, he wasn’t. he was away.

the thought made her chest tighten, and she found herself biting her lip, fighting against the way her mind kept trailing back to him. she didn’t even know his name. didn’t know anything about him other than the fact that he liked the same spot she did. and that somehow, that was enough for her.

y/n let out a breath, trying to focus on her work, but it was impossible not to think of him. she hated how much his absence had affected her, even if she didn’t know how to put it into words. there was something magnetic about him, something in the way he looked at her that made her feel like maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t just the girl sitting at the table, minding her own business. she was her.

the thought made her smile, despite herself. and that damn smile, she couldn’t even explain it. it was like it had a life of its own.

it had only been a few days. but she couldn't help wondering if he was thinking of her too. if he was sitting wherever he was, lost in his own thoughts, just like she was.

the next day, y/n walked into the café, the familiar chime of the door ringing in her ears. she looked around, expecting to find her usual spot empty, as it had been for the past few days. but this time, her gaze immediately found him—the boy from the coffee shop.

he was sitting in his usual seat, but this time, there was a small change. two cups sat on the table in front of him, each one steaming gently, a soft swirl of vapor rising from the tops. his presence seemed to fill the space in a way it hadn’t before, and y/n felt an odd sense of relief settle over her. she couldn’t explain why, but the sight of him, sitting there waiting for her, made her feel oddly happy. maybe it was because she hadn't realized how much she'd missed him until now.

he hadn’t seen her yet, so she took a deep breath before walking over, the heels of her boots clicking softly on the floor as she approached. when he finally looked up, a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“you’re here early today,” she commented, settling into her seat across from him.

levi didn’t answer right away, his eyes briefly flickering between the two cups before he looked back at her. he didn’t want to make it obvious, but he’d been waiting for this moment all morning. it felt... comforting to see her again, like a small piece of normalcy in the whirlwind of his own thoughts.

“yeah,” he said with a small grin, his voice steady, “wanted us to try something new together.” he pushed one of the cups in her direction. “this one’s for you. a little something different.”

y/n raised an eyebrow, her fingers instinctively reaching for the cup. “new, huh? what’s the catch?”

“no catch,” he said, the corners of his mouth twitching in amusement. “just thought it might be nice to... mix things up.” his voice was casual, but there was something in the way his eyes softened when he looked at her that made her heart race just a little faster.

she smiled as she picked up the cup, the warmth of it radiating through her fingers. taking a small sip, she was surprised at how much she liked it. the flavor wasn’t overpowering but had a sweetness to it that lingered on her tongue.

“okay,” she said, setting it back down with a raised eyebrow. “this... is actually really good. what is it?”

he hesitated for a second, not because he didn’t know, but because he wasn’t sure how to explain it without making it sound like he was showing off. he didn’t want to reveal too much, didn’t want her to think that he was that guy.

“it’s a caramel hazelnut latte. i thought you might like something a bit sweeter,” he replied, his gaze flicking to her.

“yeah,” she nodded, her lips curving into a satisfied smile. “you definitely know what you’re doing.” she leaned back slightly in her chair, looking at him with a small smirk. “you’ve got good taste. i’ll give you that.”

levi felt a small chuckle escape his lips, his usual reserved nature slipping for just a moment. “glad to know i didn’t completely mess up.”

they sat in a comfortable silence for a few seconds, both sipping their drinks, enjoying the warmth that filled the space between them. levi’s eyes lingered on her for a moment longer than usual, watching the way she curled her fingers around the cup, the way her gaze flicked to the window, as if lost in thought.

“how was your trip?” she asked, breaking the silence, her voice soft but curious.

he stiffened slightly, caught off guard by the question. he wasn’t used to sharing details of his personal life with people, especially not when he didn’t know where it would lead. but somehow, with her, it didn’t feel as hard as it usually did.

“it was... fine,” he replied after a beat, shifting in his seat. “same old. long hours on the road. nothing too exciting.”

y/n nodded, sensing there was more he wasn’t saying but not pressing him for it. “i get that. the whole traveling thing must get old.”

“yeah,” he said, his fingers tapping against the rim of his cup, “but it’s part of the job.” he paused, his mind racing for a moment. then, before he could stop himself, he added, “though... i can’t say i missed the long bus rides or the hotel rooms.”

she smiled at that, her gaze softening. “sounds rough.”

“you have no idea,” he said, his voice lighter than before.

she looked at him then, really looked at him, and for a brief moment, levi felt a strange sort of vulnerability settle in his chest. he wasn’t used to people looking at him like that. like they cared.

he quickly cleared his throat and leaned back in his seat. “but enough about me. what about you? how’s school going?”

the question caught her off guard, but she shrugged, not wanting to seem too eager to talk about herself. “it’s going alright. i’m just... trying to keep up, you know? exams are coming up soon, so it’s been a bit hectic.”

“i bet,” he said, his voice laced with genuine interest. “must be tough balancing all of that.”

“yeah, well,” she paused, taking another sip of her drink, “i manage. just a little more coffee and a lot of late nights.”

he chuckled, a soft sound that made her smile involuntarily. “yeah, well, you’ve definitely got me hooked,” he admitted with a grin. “i didn’t really need coffee before, but i think you’ve converted me.”

y/n raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a teasing smile. she leaned forward slightly, her gaze meeting his with a hint of mischief. “are you sure it’s the coffee you need?” she asked, her voice light but laced with something deeper.

levi froze for a moment, caught off guard by her sudden flirtation. she was really flirting with him, wasn’t she? the girl who always seemed so composed, so hard to read, was throwing him off balance with just a few words. the playful glint in her eyes only made it harder for him to stay focused. he tried to laugh it off, but there was a nervous edge to it.

“what do you mean?” he asked, trying to sound casual, though his heart had picked up its pace.

she shrugged, her lips curling upward as she leaned back into her chair. “oh, nothing,” she said, her voice soft but teasing. “just thinking... you seem to get a little lost in your thoughts these days.”

levi blinked, feeling heat rise to his cheeks. he knew she was being playful, but the way she said it made him feel exposed in a way he wasn’t used to. he ran a hand through his hair, trying to regain his composure, but he was already hooked on the way her words had made him feel.

“you think i’m lost in my thoughts?” he asked, a playful edge creeping into his tone as he leaned forward, mirroring her position. “maybe you’re just distracting me.”

she laughed, her eyes twinkling with amusement, but there was something different about the way she looked at him now. she was still holding that confident, almost untouchable energy, but there was a softness to it. it was as if they were playing this delicate game of flirtation, testing the waters without really admitting anything.

“maybe,” she said, a coy smile tugging at her lips. “but it’s a good distraction, don’t you think?”

levi wasn’t sure how to respond. he had come here expecting another quiet, easy conversation, but now everything felt charged with an intensity he hadn’t expected. it was as if the dynamic between them had shifted in an instant, and he didn’t quite know how to navigate it. still, he couldn’t deny that he liked it—liked the way she was making him feel, liked the way the air between them had thickened.

“i don’t know,” he said, his voice lowering just a touch. “guess i’ll have to keep coming back to find out.”

y/n tilted her head, studying him, and for the first time, levi saw a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. it was subtle, like a crack in a mask she’d perfected over time, but he caught it. just for a second. and it made his chest tighten, wanting to see more of her behind that guarded exterior.

“you’re welcome to,” she said, her tone playful but somehow more inviting than before. she picked up her drink again, taking another sip, and they fell into a comfortable silence for a moment, the tension between them almost palpable.

“how was the trip, though?” she asked after a beat, bringing the conversation back to something more grounded. she didn’t want to dwell too much on the moment, but she couldn’t help but wonder what was really going on behind his cool exterior.

he hesitated for a moment, not wanting to give too much away. “work trip,” he said simply. “nothing exciting. just the usual.”

y/n nodded, her gaze softening. “you know, you don’t have to be so mysterious all the time. i won’t bite.”

he chuckled softly, running a hand through his hair again. “i don’t know,” he said, his tone teasing. “you seem like you’ve got a few tricks up your sleeve.”

she smirked, clearly enjoying the back and forth. “maybe. but you’re just as mysterious as i am, aren’t you?” she tilted her head, narrowing her eyes slightly. “can’t hide behind that charm forever.”

he leaned in slightly, his voice low and playful. “guess we’ll just have to keep finding out about each other then, won’t we?”

she looked at him, their eyes locking for a brief moment, the flirtation between them lingering in the air like an unspoken promise. for the first time, levi wasn’t sure where this was going, but he knew one thing for sure—he didn’t want it to end.

and y/n, despite all her usual composure, couldn’t help but feel the same.

there was a brief silence before she tilted her head, studying him in a way that made him feel both self-conscious and oddly seen. she didn’t know who he was—what he did for a living—but she seemed to be genuinely interested in him, and he couldn’t help but feel the need to keep that illusion intact, just a little longer.

her eyes narrowed playfully, but she said nothing more, just taking another sip of her drink as they both sat in comfortable silence, the world around them fading as the moment stretched on.

and for levi, that quiet, unspoken connection—no matter how small or fleeting—felt like something worth holding on to.

the café was unusually quiet when y/n arrived, her usual table by the window empty for once. she was already there, seated with her laptop in front of her, but something was different today. usually, she had a crochet project or a book, but now she was hunched over her laptop, fingers flying over the keys, her brows furrowed in frustration. the tension in her posture spoke volumes. levi hadn’t even noticed at first—he’d been so used to seeing her relaxed, calm, even playful—but today, she seemed anything but.

when levi walked in, he didn’t expect to see her first. the sight of her there, looking so different from the usual sunny demeanor he was used to, made his heart twist in an unfamiliar way. he ordered their usual drinks, and without a second thought, made his way toward her, two steaming cups in hand.

he took a step closer, then another, his eyes scanning the table. "hey," he said softly, and she startled slightly, glancing up from her screen, her face tense. she tried to mask it with a small smile, but levi could see right through it. there was something off, something she wasn’t letting on.

"hey," she replied, her voice strained. "what’s up?"

he set the cups down on the table gently and leaned in a little, studying her. "you okay?" he asked, his voice gentle but curious. it wasn’t like her to be so absorbed in work, to be so... off balance. "what’s wrong?"

she gave a small shrug, trying to brush it off. "what do you mean?" she asked, but the tension in her voice was impossible to miss.

levi tilted his head, his gaze not leaving her. "well, usually you're making something, or reading, or just... doing your thing. i’ve never seen you bring work here before. so... must mean you have a lot on your plate." his words were slow, deliberate, as if he were carefully navigating the space between them, not wanting to overstep but also unable to ignore the concern bubbling up in him.

y/n let out a small huff, and a frustrated sigh escaped her lips. "is it that obvious?" she asked, her voice a little sharper than she intended. it was clear she hadn’t expected him to notice, to see through the facade she’d tried to maintain all morning. but levi wasn’t just anyone; he was... different.

before she could retreat into herself, he did something he’d never done before. something that sent a jolt through her chest. he didn’t sit across from her like he always did. instead, he moved around the table, sliding into the seat next to her. the shift in space was almost intimate, the proximity far closer than it had ever been. his large frame pressed up against hers, their shoulders nudged together in a way that left her feeling acutely aware of how close they were.

she blinked, momentarily stunned by the sudden closeness. "what are you doing?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, but she couldn’t move away, couldn't bring herself to make the space between them. instead, she returned her gaze to her screen, pretending to focus on the words before her.

but levi wasn’t having any of it. gently, he reached over and placed a hand on her chin. his touch was featherlight, as if testing the waters, but it was enough to make her body stiffen for a second, caught off guard by the soft, intimate gesture. her breath caught in her throat as he guided her face toward him, forcing her to meet his eyes.

and once she did, she couldn’t look away.

levi’s gaze was intense, searching. it felt like he was prying into her very soul with that look, digging deeper than she was prepared for. it made her heart race, her breath hitching in her throat, but she couldn’t escape it. not from him. not from the way he held her gaze like he was trying to understand her, trying to reach her in a way no one else had.

he whispered, his breath warm against her skin, "talk to me."

and those three words, so simple yet so loaded, broke something inside of her.

y/n blinked rapidly, her chest tightening as a rush of emotion flooded her all at once. her mind raced, and for a moment, she thought she might drown in it. she hadn’t realized how much she needed to talk, how much she needed someone to listen. she hadn’t expected him to be that someone, not like this.

but she couldn’t stop herself.

“it’s this damn group project,” she muttered, her voice cracking slightly. “i’ve been doing everything, everything. no one else is pulling their weight. they’re all either half-assing it or disappearing altogether. it’s like... like they don’t care, and i’m stuck picking up the pieces. it’s not fair. i’m so tired. i can’t keep doing all the work on my own.”

her words spilled out faster than she could stop them, the floodgates breaking open, and for the first time in a long time, she let herself be vulnerable in front of someone. levi didn’t interrupt, didn’t try to comfort her with empty words. instead, he just listened, his eyes never leaving hers as she continued.

"i feel like i’m drowning, like no matter how hard i try, nothing’s good enough. i can’t be the only one carrying the weight of everyone’s mistakes. and i’ve been trying to stay calm, trying to keep everything together, but i just... i just can’t anymore. i’m exhausted." she let out a shaky breath, feeling the weight of it all, the pressure pressing down on her chest.

levi didn’t speak for a moment, letting her words hang in the air, the tension between them palpable. then, slowly, he leaned closer, his arm brushing against hers, the warmth of his body grounding her.

“you don’t have to do everything on your own,” he said quietly, his voice soft but firm, like he was trying to make her believe it. “you don’t have to carry everything, y/n. you don’t have to be the only one holding it all together.”

she blinked, the sincerity in his voice making something inside her shift. it wasn’t just the words—it was the way he said them, as if he meant every syllable. he didn’t offer her advice, didn’t try to fix her problems, but his presence, the way he was there with her, offering a quiet kind of support, was enough. it was more than enough.

y/n took a deep breath, trying to steady her emotions. she wasn’t used to opening up, wasn’t used to being this raw with anyone, but somehow, with levi, it felt different. safer, even.

“thank you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, but levi heard it.

and even though she didn’t say it, he knew what she meant.

levi watched her carefully, the tension slowly easing from her shoulders. the silence between them wasn’t uncomfortable anymore—it was like a quiet understanding, an unspoken connection that neither of them had expected but both felt. he noticed her looking at her screen again, the stress still lingering in her eyes, so he decided to do something, anything, to lighten the mood.

he slid the new drink he’d gotten her toward her, the warm cup resting gently in front of her. "here," he said softly, giving her a small smile. "thought you might like to try this one. it’s a new blend i saw. figured we could see if it’s any good together."

she looked at the cup for a moment, her fingers brushing against it before she met his eyes. "you keep surprising me with these," she said, a hint of amusement in her voice. she picked up the cup, her fingers wrapping around the warmth of it, and took a careful sip. immediately, her eyes lit up, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "okay, this... this is actually really good."

levi grinned, pleased with her reaction. he hadn’t known if it would be her thing, but seeing the spark of enjoyment in her face made it worth the guesswork. "i knew it," he said, leaning back in his chair a little. "i have a pretty solid track record."

y/n shook her head, laughing lightly, and for a moment, it felt like the weight of her frustrations had melted away, if only for a little while. the sound of her laughter, soft and genuine, warmed levi in a way he hadn’t expected. it was so rare to hear her laugh, and when it came, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

she took another sip of the drink, her shoulders relaxing further, and levi found himself watching her with a quiet smile. then, without thinking, he slid his hand over to hers, the gesture casual but deliberate, and gently squeezed her fingers.

"look," he started, his voice a little more serious now, though still soft. "if you need help with this project or... whatever else, i’m here, okay? i might not be a hot shot pre-med student like you, but i can at least sit here and look pretty if that’s what you need." he said it with a teasing smile, but there was an edge of sincerity underneath it all.

y/n raised an eyebrow at him, the smallest hint of a playful smirk on her lips. "you? look pretty?" she asked, her voice teasing but light. "i think you might be underselling yourself."

levi’s smile widened, but he stayed quiet for a beat before responding, his tone low, as if he was trying to make her take him seriously despite the playful words. "no, really," he said, his voice softening. "if you need anything—anything at all—i’ll help. even if it’s just sitting here and being a distraction. i’ll do it."

y/n looked at him, her gaze soft, and for a moment, he could tell she wasn’t just seeing the boy who sat across from her at the coffee shop. she was seeing him, the person, the one who cared, the one who wanted to make things easier for her, even if he didn’t have the answers.

"honestly," she said, her voice quieter now, "just having you here is enough. you don’t need to do anything." she looked down at their hands for a moment, her thumb brushing gently over his knuckles before she added, "it’s just... nice. to have someone here."

levi’s chest tightened at her words, and though he wanted to say more, to somehow put into words how much it meant to him, he simply stayed quiet. there was no need for more. sometimes, silence spoke louder than anything else.

he kept his hand in hers, the warmth between them undeniable, and watched as she started to relax, her fingers slowly uncurling from their tense grip around her cup. for once, her eyes weren’t filled with worry or frustration. they were just... soft. and he realized, for the first time in a long time, that maybe he didn’t have to fix everything. maybe being there, just being present, was enough.

and as they sat together, both silently savoring the quiet comfort of the moment, levi knew one thing for certain—he didn’t want to be anywhere else.

levi sat back in his chair, the laughter of his friends and teammates filling the air as the waiters bustled around the table. the dim lighting of the restaurant cast a soft glow over the group, their conversations ebbing and flowing like the clink of glasses and the rhythm of silverware. it was a typical night out—good food, good company, the kind of evening that didn’t require much thought, just relaxation. but levi’s mind wasn’t entirely present.

his gaze flickered to the empty seat next to him, where his friends’ girlfriends had nestled themselves, chatting animatedly with each other. he wasn’t sure why, but his thoughts kept drifting back to her—the girl from the coffee shop.

the memory of her soft laughter, her gentle teasing, the way her eyes would light up when she found something amusing... it lingered with him like the scent of freshly brewed coffee, something impossible to shake off. the fact that he didn’t even know her name didn’t help the restlessness in his chest.

"yo, levi, are you even listening, mate?" noni’s voice pulled him from his thoughts. levi blinked, realizing everyone at the table was now looking at him expectantly.

"what?" he replied, his attention snapping back to the group. noni grinned mischievously.

"you’ve been staring off into space for like, the past five minutes," noni said, nudging him with his elbow. "someone’s got a girl on his mind, huh?"

levi chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "nah, just thinking about stuff," he muttered, but his tone gave him away. he didn’t want to get into it. not yet.

"oh, really?" cole chimed in, winking at him. "come on, mate, you’ve been acting all... distracted lately. is there someone we don’t know about?"

there were chuckles around the table as several of the guys gave each other knowing looks. levi shifted in his seat, feeling the familiar pull of anxiety creep up on him. he didn’t know how to explain it. he wasn’t used to having his emotions laid bare in front of everyone.

"i do have someone," levi said, his voice quiet, but a little more confident than before. he tried to sound casual about it, though the words left his mouth with an unfamiliar weight. "there’s someone i’m seeing."

the teasing stopped for a second, and the table fell silent as they all looked at him, eyes wide with curiosity. noni was the first to break the silence. "oh really?" he asked, his grin widening. "and what’s her name, then?"

levi froze, a frown tugging at his lips. the question hit him harder than he expected. he had been so careful about not saying anything, so careful not to reveal that he didn’t know her name.

"uhh..." he stammered, feeling the pressure building as all eyes were on him. "i mean... i haven’t really asked yet," he added quickly, trying to play it off.

the table erupted in laughter.

"are you kidding me, levi?" jadon laughed, shaking his head. "you’re telling us you’re seeing a girl, but you don’t even know her name?" he leaned back in his chair, his eyes widening in mock disbelief. "what, are you just calling her 'coffee girl' or something?"

"nah, man, it’s not like that," levi muttered, his face heating up under the attention. he felt himself getting defensive, even though part of him knew they were just joking. "we’ve been talking for a while. i just... i don’t know, things just haven't... come up, you know?"

wes raised an eyebrow, his tone teasing. "wait a minute. you’re telling me you’ve been hanging out with her and you don’t even know her name?" he laughed, nudging cole beside him. "this guy, man. how do you even manage that?"

"you’re not exactly a smooth talker, are you, levi?" cole teased, elbowing him lightly. "what’s next? you’re gonna tell us she doesn’t have a number either?"

levi felt his face flush even deeper. "shut up," he muttered, trying to hide the embarrassment in his voice. but the laughter around him only grew louder.

"you gotta be joking, mate," noni continued, shaking his head. "the newest rolls royce in the prem can’t even get a name out of a girl? you must be slipping."

levi shot him a half-smile, but his mind was elsewhere. part of him wanted to tell them everything—that he didn’t care about her being some random girl, that it wasn’t like what they were implying. it wasn’t just a casual thing to him. but the words didn’t come. instead, he just shrugged, doing his best to keep his cool.

"yeah, yeah, laugh it up," he muttered. "but when it happens, you’ll know."

there was a pause before cole leaned in, giving levi a knowing look. "come on, levi, we’re just messing with you. but seriously, you’re gonna have to get that name soon, yeah? she’s not gonna just let you keep calling her 'coffee girl' forever."

"trust me, i know," levi muttered, rubbing the back of his neck again. "i’ll figure it out."

he tried to push the conversation aside, but as the laughter died down and the conversation turned to other things, levi couldn’t help but feel a small knot in his stomach. he didn’t mind his friends teasing him. in fact, he expected it. but the fact that they were right, that he had no idea how to even start asking for her name, bothered him more than he cared to admit.

as he glanced at the group around him, his thoughts drifted back to her, to the soft curl of her hair, to the way she made everything feel just a little bit warmer whenever she was near. he didn’t even know her name. but he couldn’t stop thinking about her.

the soft hum of the coffee shop, the gentle murmur of conversations, the aroma of freshly ground beans—it was all so familiar to levi by now. each visit had become a small ritual, a time where the world outside didn’t matter as much, where the only thing that mattered was the girl who sat in the corner, reading her book or typing away at her laptop, always so absorbed in her own world.

it had been a month since their first meeting, and levi found himself losing track of time whenever he was with her. he couldn’t help it. she had this way of making everything else fade into the background. even now, as he walked in, the bell above the door chiming softly, he saw her sitting there—calm, relaxed, her eyes glued to the pages of the book in her hands.

he had meant to do it today. he had promised himself he would finally ask her name, that today would be the day. but as soon as his eyes landed on her, that familiar pull in his chest took over, and all thoughts of anything else slipped away.

her posture was soft, her shoulders slightly hunched as she read, her face the picture of concentration. her hair, the same messy braid that he’d come to adore, framed her face in a way that made everything else seem secondary. levi had always been drawn to the way she carried herself, the way she was so quiet yet somehow so... alive in her own space. there was a gentleness to her that made everything around her feel quieter, more peaceful.

he wasn’t sure what it was about her. maybe it was the way she looked at him sometimes, those fleeting moments where their eyes would meet and hold for just a second longer than normal. maybe it was the way she always made him feel like he was the only one in the room, even though they were surrounded by people. or maybe it was just her presence, the way she seemed to fit into the space like she belonged there, and for some reason, levi felt like he belonged with her, too.

his steps carried him toward her before he could stop them, and before he knew it, he was sitting beside her—not across from her, like he usually did, but right next to her. the familiar warmth of her presence immediately wrapped around him, and his breath hitched slightly.

she didn’t seem to notice him at first, her nose still buried in the book. levi couldn’t help but admire how effortlessly beautiful she was, how she didn’t try to stand out or demand attention. she just was. and somehow, that made him want to know her more, made him want to understand the quiet strength behind those deep brown eyes.

he leaned in slightly, just close enough to let his shoulder brush against hers. her breath hitched slightly, and she glanced up, her eyes meeting his. for a moment, neither of them spoke, as if the world had slowed down just for them.

“you’re here early today,” he said softly, his voice almost a whisper. it wasn’t much, but it was enough to break the silence. she smiled, her lips curling upward in that way that made his heart beat just a little faster.

“yeah,” she said, closing her book gently and setting it down on the table. “i wanted to get some reading done before the noise picked up. i’ve been putting it off all week.”

levi chuckled softly. “sounds familiar. i do that with everything.”

the air between them felt charged, electric in the quiet space. he shifted slightly, moving closer, his hand brushing lightly against hers. he hadn’t done that in the past, but for some reason, it felt natural to him now, as if they had somehow crossed into a different kind of space together.

he hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to ask the question that had been gnawing at him for weeks. but the words didn’t come out easily. he didn’t want to make it awkward. he didn’t want to ruin the easy rhythm they had, the comfort of just existing in each other’s space.

she must have sensed the hesitation, because she looked at him curiously, her brow furrowing slightly. “what’s wrong?”

levi swallowed, shaking his head. “nothing, just…” he trailed off, feeling his throat tighten. this wasn’t how he imagined asking. he had thought he’d be smooth about it, or at least more confident, but now he couldn’t find the words. “i just... i’ve been thinking about something,” he said, his voice quieter now, almost vulnerable.

“like what?” she asked, her eyes searching his face.

levi didn’t want to say it, didn’t want to risk making things weird, but it was like the words were already on the tip of his tongue. “i don’t know your name,” he said softly, the truth tumbling out before he could stop it.

for a moment, she didn’t say anything. her eyes widened, and for a brief second, levi thought he’d made a mistake, thought he’d pushed too far. but then she laughed—lightly, almost nervously—and his chest eased.

“that’s... that’s funny,” she said, her voice soft. “i guess i never introduced myself, did i?” she tilted her head slightly, her gaze softening as she looked at him. “my name’s y/n.”

his heart skipped a beat. y/n. the name seemed to fit her in ways he couldn’t explain, like it had been made just for her.

“y/n,” he whispered, savoring the sound of it. he smiled, feeling a wave of relief wash over him. “it’s... perfect.”

the quiet buzz of the coffee shop seemed to fade away as levi let the sound of her name roll around in his head. y/n. he couldn’t help but smile to himself, the relief that washed over him surprising even him. it was such a simple thing—knowing her name—but for some reason, it felt like a milestone.

her smile deepened at the sight of him so obviously pleased with himself, and he felt a warmth spread through his chest. he could have stayed in this moment forever, just sitting here with her, knowing who she was at last.

“so, you’re y/n,” levi said again, as if testing the name out on his tongue. “it suits you.”

her cheeks pinkened just slightly, and she shrugged. “it’s just a name,” she said, her voice soft but with a playful edge to it.

“i don’t know,” levi said, leaning in a little closer, “it feels like it means something more when it’s coming from you.”

y/n raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting him to get all smooth with her, and a tiny laugh bubbled up in her throat. “you really do know how to say things,” she teased.

levi couldn’t help but grin at that. he liked the way she reacted to him, the way she seemed so at ease with his quiet attention, but he could tell there was something more underneath—something that kept her grounded, that kept her in control of the conversation. it intrigued him more than he wanted to admit.

“yeah, well, my mates think you’re made up,” levi said, the playful grin still on his lips. “they can’t believe someone as... amazing as you exists and i’ve never mentioned you before.”

her eyes widened just a fraction, and a laugh escaped her lips. “what? really?”

he nodded, leaning back slightly, trying to stifle a chuckle. “yeah, they think i’m making you up. i mean, who else would i be spending hours with every week just for coffee?”

“it’s the coffee, huh?” she said with a mischievous glint in her eyes, clearly teasing him. “i’m starting to think i’m just the excuse for you to get out of the house.”

levi laughed, enjoying the way her energy seemed to shift as the conversation lightened. “maybe,” he said, leaning in closer with a grin. “but i’m starting to think it’s not just the coffee anymore.”

y/n gave him a skeptical look, but the corners of her mouth curled up as she set her book aside. “and what’s that supposed to mean?”

“it means that you’re the best part of my day, y/n,” he said, his voice quieter now, the playful tone still there but with a hint of something deeper. “and i don’t want to mess that up.”

her expression softened, and levi could see her fighting the urge to smile. she didn’t say anything at first, her eyes meeting his with a curiosity that made him feel like he was being pulled in all over again.

“i’m just glad you showed up today,” she said after a moment, her voice soft and genuine. “i really needed someone to talk to.”

levi’s heart softened at the sincerity in her tone. he had always been good at reading people, but something about y/n made him feel like he could never really get ahead of her. every time he thought he understood her, she surprised him in the best way possible.

“i’ll always show up,” he said without thinking, the words slipping out before he could stop them. “i’ll be here whenever you need me.”

y/n looked at him for a long moment, as if trying to read something deeper in his words, but then she nodded slowly, her gaze softening.

“that means a lot to me,” she said, her voice quiet but sincere. “thank you.”

he felt a warmth spread through him, a feeling that had nothing to do with the coffee and everything to do with her. for the first time, he felt like he wasn’t just there because it was easy, because it felt good. he was there because he wanted to be.

they sat in silence for a moment, the air between them comfortable, but levi couldn’t shake the feeling that they were slowly moving toward something more. maybe it was just the way she looked at him, or maybe it was the way his heart raced every time she laughed, but he knew one thing for certain: he was falling for her, and it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

“so,” he said after a beat, trying to break the quiet without losing the intimacy of the moment, “how about we get another coffee before you go back to that book?”

y/n smiled softly, nodding. “that sounds perfect.”

levi stood, his hand brushing hers once more as he made his way to the counter to get them another round. as he walked away, his chest felt lighter, as if the simple act of being with her, of knowing her name, had somehow set something in motion. he didn’t know where this would go, didn’t know what the future held, but for once, he didn’t need to. he was happy just to be here, with her, in this moment.

and maybe that was enough.

she blushed slightly, and levi couldn’t help but reach out, his fingers lightly brushing against hers again. he wasn’t sure why he felt so drawn to her, why he couldn’t seem to stop wanting to be close to her. but as she turned her hand to hold his, just for a second, everything felt right.

he leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. “you know, i’ve been thinking about you a lot lately,” he murmured, his voice low and steady.

y/n looked up at him, her eyes flickering with something he couldn’t quite place. “yeah?” she asked, her voice soft, but there was an edge of curiosity in it.

“yeah,” levi said, the words coming more easily now, his hand gently brushing her hair back from her face. “and i don’t think it’s just the coffee.”

her lips parted slightly, and for a moment, levi thought she might say something, but instead, she closed the distance between them, her lips meeting his in a slow, soft kiss that made everything inside him warm. he could feel the gentle tremble in her hands, the way her body seemed to melt into his, and he knew then—he wanted this.

he wanted her.

and as they pulled away, he couldn’t help but smile, his thumb grazing the side of her cheek as their foreheads touched gently.

“you’re perfect, you know that?” he whispered, his voice thick with affection.

and for the first time in a long while, levi felt like everything was falling into place.

levi walked into the training ground the next day with a smile plastered on his face, a little lighter than usual. the guys noticed immediately, their eyes narrowing with the kind of suspicion that only teammates could muster when one of them seemed unusually cheerful.

noni raised an eyebrow. “what’s got you so happy today, levi?” he asked, his voice teasing but with a hint of curiosity.

levi grinned, not able to hide the satisfaction that buzzed in his chest. “i’ve got news,” he said, his tone smug in the way only a guy who’d just learned a girl’s name could be. he paused for dramatic effect, enjoying the way his teammates leaned in, eager to hear what he was about to drop on them.

“my girl’s name is y/n,” levi said, the words flowing out of him easily, his smile never fading.

the table of guys went silent for a second, before all of them burst into laughter. wes slapped him on the back, his grin wide. “wait, hold up,” he said, shaking his head, “you’ve been talking about some girl, and now we finally get a name, and it’s just y/n? you couldn’t have picked a more generic name?”

levi rolled his eyes but couldn’t help but laugh along. “hey, don’t make fun of her,” he said, defending the name, “it suits her. it’s simple, but it fits.”

cole leaned back in his chair, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “oh, we’ve finally got a name,” he said dramatically. “now we just need the story. come on, levi, give us the details. tell us what makes this y/n so special.”

levi felt a warmth spread through his chest at the mention of her, but he quickly shifted the topic. “nothing too crazy. we’ve been meeting for a while now, just coffee and talking.”

“i swear, levi,” jadon said, his tone light, “you’ve been going on about this y/n for weeks, and now we know her name, and that’s it? no juicy gossip? no exciting stories? you're killing us here, man.”

“look,” levi said, leaning forward with a smirk, “not everything’s got to be dramatic. sometimes it’s just about… being with someone, y’know?”

the guys gave him a knowing look, none of them buying into his easygoing response. “oh, we know,” wes said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “this whole ‘no drama’ thing is the biggest giveaway that levi’s gone soft. wait till y/n hears about this.”

levi shook his head, a smile still on his lips. he’d never been one to show much of his personal life to the guys, but there was something about y/n that made him want to share. he liked the way she made him feel calm, how her presence was enough to keep him centered, and he didn’t mind that they were poking fun at him.

but then, as he sat back, the reality of the situation hit him. he’d been so focused on her, so happy to finally know her name, that he’d completely overlooked something crucial. something that made his stomach twist a little with embarrassment.

his face fell as the thought hit him. “wait…” he muttered under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck. “i never actually told her my name.”

the table went quiet for a second before they erupted into laughter, none of them able to contain themselves. noni let out a loud laugh, holding his stomach. “wait, you’ve been seeing this girl for weeks, talking about her like she’s the best thing since sliced bread, and you’ve never introduced yourself properly?”

levi groaned, slumping into his seat. “i can’t believe this,” he muttered. “how did i not think of that?”

jadon laughed, shaking his head. “man, that’s got to be the most levi thing ever,” he said, still chuckling. “going on about a girl for weeks, and you forget to tell her your name.”

cole, ever the one to find humor in any situation, leaned over with a teasing grin. “what are you gonna do now? show up tomorrow and say ‘hey, i’m levi, nice to finally meet you’? that’s smooth.”

levi buried his face in his hands, cringing. “don’t make me think about it. it’s embarrassing.”

wes, his grin wide, threw his arm around levi’s shoulders in a playful show of support. “honestly, man, you’re lucky she even likes you without knowing your name. but hey, at least you’ve got that one step down, right? maybe next time, just mention it.”

levi shook his head in defeat. “i don’t know how i forgot,” he said, still feeling the sting of it. “i’ve been so caught up in everything else, i guess it just slipped my mind.”

noni patted him on the back. “well, it’s good to know you’re actually interested in her, levi. just don’t screw it up with the whole ‘i’m levi’ bit when you finally tell her, yeah?”

levi looked up at his teammates, finally cracking a grin. “i swear to god, i’m never living this down.”

the guys continued to laugh, and levi couldn't help but join in. even though he felt like a fool, he also knew that this was just another part of the journey with y/n, one that had somehow become more important to him than he ever expected.

he’d fix this. he’d go see her again, tell her his name, and maybe—just maybe—he’d stop embarrassing himself in front of his mates. but for now, he couldn't help but laugh along with them, knowing that the next time he saw y/n, he’d be properly introducing himself.

and that, in the end, was the only thing that mattered.

levi rushed through the streets of london, his breath ragged as his sneakers hit the pavement with each hurried step. he barely noticed the cold night air nipping at his skin, or the buzz of the city around him. all he could think about was getting to the café. getting to her.

it had been on his mind all day, the fact that he hadn’t told her his name. how could he have spent so much time with her, gotten so comfortable, without sharing something so basic? it had gnawed at him, a constant reminder of the one thing he’d missed, the one thing that seemed so simple but so important.

his heart raced as he reached the café, breathless from the sprint. he saw her sitting at her usual spot, her back to him as she focused on her book, the soft glow of the lamp above casting a warm light on her face. she looked so serene, so calm, so entirely her.

levi stepped forward, still catching his breath as he approached her table, trying to steady himself. when she turned to look at him, her expression soft and curious, he felt his heart jump.

“hey,” he panted, stopping just in front of her. he stood tall, his chest heaving from the run. “my name is levi,” he said, the words feeling heavier than he expected. “i realized i never told you.”

y/n blinked at him, a small smile tugging at her lips. “levi?” she repeated, her voice soft but surprised. “what?”

“yeah,” he said, still out of breath. “levi colwill. that’s my name.”

she didn’t seem phased, which only made levi feel more self-conscious. she tilted her head, considering him for a moment, before motioning to the chair across from her. “sit down. you look like you’re going to pass out.”

levi chuckled and collapsed into the chair, rubbing the back of his neck as he tried to catch his breath. she slid a water bottle across the table toward him, and he grabbed it gratefully, taking a long drink.

without a second thought, he eased into the seat beside her, close enough that their shoulders brushed. it had become second nature to sit next to her since that day he’d held her hand while she worked through her group project. now, the proximity felt natural, like it was exactly where he belonged.

as his hand wavered slightly from exertion, she reached out instinctively, her fingers steadying his arm. the warmth of her touch lingered, and levi glanced down, the corner of his mouth twitching up into a grin.

he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he looked at her. “if you wanted to kiss me, you could’ve just asked,” he teased, his voice still a little breathless.

y/n rolled her eyes, but the faint smile tugging at her lips betrayed her amusement. “yeah, sure,” she said, her tone dripping with playful sarcasm. “maybe next time.”

her hand lingered on his arm longer than she meant to, her touch grounding him in a way he couldn’t explain. levi glanced back up, his grin softening into something more earnest. “i’ll hold you to that,” he murmured, his voice quiet but steady, his gaze unwavering as it locked on hers.

he leaned back in his chair, finally feeling his heart slow down to a more reasonable pace. the air between them felt different now, more relaxed somehow, now that he’d finally said it. “you know,” he said, his voice soft but serious, “i’ve been thinking about this. i’ve been talking to you for weeks, and i never once told you my name.”

“i know,” she said casually, her eyes meeting his with an intensity he hadn’t expected.

he froze. “wait, what?”

“i know who you are, levi,” she said, her gaze steady as she watched him. “levi colwill. you play for chelsea.”

levi blinked, confusion creeping into his expression. “back up. you’ve known who i was this whole time?” he asked, his voice a mix of surprise and disbelief. “since when?”

she shrugged, her lips curving into a small smile. “levi, you play for chelsea. i’m from west london. you don’t think i knew who you were?” her smile turned a little softer as she added, “your face is plastered around stanford bridge. my family are huge chelsea fans.”

levi stared at her, his mind spinning as the realization set in. all this time, she had known exactly who he was—and had never said a word. he couldn’t help but laugh, a small, incredulous sound. “seriously? you knew, and you didn’t say anything?”

“no,” she replied, a faint blush creeping into her cheeks as she looked down at her hands. “i didn’t want to make it awkward. especially because... well, you never told me your name or mentioned anything about work. i just assumed... i didn’t want to make it weird.”

levi’s chest tightened with something unspoken, something deeper. he moved closer to her, the space between them growing smaller. his hand reached for her chin, lifting her face gently to meet his gaze. she blinked up at him, her eyes wide but softened by the trust they had slowly built.

“you make me forget my own name, y/n,” levi whispered, his voice low and sincere. “you’re so beautiful, and every time i’m around you, time just... blinks by. i can’t stop thinking about you. i don’t know what it is about you, but there’s something about the way you make me feel like everything else fades. i like you. more than i expected.”

he paused, his thumb gently brushing against her skin as he continued to hold her chin, keeping her gaze steady. “i don’t even know when it happened, but i can’t stop thinking about you. every moment i’m not with you feels like too long.”

her breath hitched slightly, and she didn’t look away, holding his gaze with a vulnerability he hadn’t expected to see. “i like you, too,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “i didn’t want to admit it, but i’ve been waiting for you to say it first. i didn’t want to feel stupid.”

levi’s heart surged in his chest, a sense of relief washing over him. he had been nervous, unsure, thinking about all the ways he might mess it up. but here, in this moment, it felt right. it felt real.

he let go of her chin and placed his hand on the table between them, leaning back in his seat just slightly, though the tension between them still buzzed in the air. “you have no idea how happy i am to hear you say that,” he said quietly, his smile softening. “it’s like i’ve been trying to figure this all out, and now, it just feels... easy.”

y/n smiled at him, a gentle, knowing smile, and for the first time, levi felt like he wasn’t trying so hard. like all the pieces were finally falling into place.

“i’m glad,” she said, her voice a little lighter now. “but we should definitely talk more about this. i mean, we’ve been doing the whole ‘secretly liking each other’ thing for a while now.”

levi laughed, the sound easy and full of warmth. “yeah, definitely. no more secrets.”

and with that, the world seemed to settle around them. everything felt a little clearer, a little simpler. and for the first time in a while, levi didn’t feel like he was chasing time—he was simply living it.

levi’s heart was still racing, but this time, it wasn’t from running or nerves—it was from being so close to her, from the way her soft gaze met his, from the way everything in the room seemed to fade except for the two of them. the air between them felt electric, charged with something that had been building up for weeks, and now it was almost unbearable. he could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on them, drawing them closer, and there was no escaping it anymore.

he pauses, his fingers gently brushing her cheek as he looks into her eyes, the air between them thick with anticipation. "can i kiss you?" he asks softly, his voice low, as if the question itself could break the moment.

she breathes in, caught off guard by his words but not by the warmth that rises in her chest. she nods, a quiet smile tugging at her lips, the answer unspoken but clear.

and then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he closes the distance, capturing her lips with his in a kiss that feels like everything he’s been holding back.

he leaned in just a little, his hand still resting lightly on the table. y/n didn’t pull back, didn’t shy away. her eyes flickered to his lips, and for a second, the world outside of them didn’t exist. it was just them, in this small café, the quiet hum of the city fading as their breathing slowed. levi’s heart pounded in his chest, his mind fighting against the impulse, but he couldn’t stop himself.

with a slow, deliberate motion, he closed the distance between them, his hand gently cupping her face as his lips brushed against hers. it was soft at first, tentative, like they were both testing the waters, unsure but so sure at the same time. he could feel her breath against him, warm and steady, and it only made him want to deepen the kiss.

y/n responded in kind, her fingers brushing lightly against his arm before she let them settle on his chest, pulling him closer. the kiss grew bolder, more urgent, as if they were both afraid if they didn’t give in completely, it would slip away. levi’s hand moved to the back of her neck, pulling her into him as their lips met again with more force, more passion. everything about the kiss felt real—raw, honest, full of longing.

when they finally pulled back, their foreheads resting together, levi’s breath was shallow, his lips still tingling from the contact. he looked at her, his eyes soft but filled with an intensity that made her heart skip. her hands were still on his chest, her fingers tracing small circles against his shirt, as if grounding herself in the moment.

"you... you really know how to make a guy forget his name," levi murmured, his voice husky from the kiss.

y/n laughed softly, the sound full of warmth and affection. “i guess i’ve had practice,” she teased, her fingers gently pressing against his chest. "i mean, it’s not every day you get kissed by someone who makes you forget your own name."

levi chuckled, a genuine smile tugging at his lips. “you know, i’ve never felt this much for anyone.”

she smiled back, her eyes sparkling with something new. “i know exactly what you mean.”

they sat there for a moment, just breathing in the quiet, content in the realization that the tension that had been building between them had finally, beautifully, exploded into something they both wanted. everything else seemed to fade as they just sat there together, wrapped in the stillness, knowing they had just crossed a line they wouldn’t be able to uncross, but one they were both happy to have crossed.

EPILOGUE

it's been over a month now since that night at the café, and levi can't believe how easily it feels like time is slipping by when he's with her. he can’t remember the last time he was this happy, this comfortable, this himself.

they've had their fair share of quiet nights in, curled up together on his couch or in his bed, the soft hum of music in the background as they talk or simply exist in each other's space. on days when she’s overwhelmed with university work, he holds her hand while she studies, a small touch that seems to anchor her. he watches her, marveling at how focused she is, the way her brows furrow slightly when she’s deep in thought.

and when the weight of everything gets too much, he’s there to pull her into his arms, wrapping her up in his embrace like he can shield her from everything else. it’s as if being in his arms is her safe place, the one place she can let everything go.

she’s made him a few things to wear—sweaters, scarves, even a beanie—and he proudly wears them in his pre-game fits. he tells anyone who asks about them, a grin on his face, “my girlfriend made it,” and when his teammates tease him about it, he doesn’t care. he’s proud of her, proud of what she’s created with her hands, proud of the girl who’s somehow managed to worm her way into his life, his heart.

today, they’re at a chelsea holiday dinner, the kind of gathering that brings together teammates, coaches, friends, and family. levi’s arm is wrapped around her waist, and she's walking beside him like she belongs there, her presence a comfort to him.

as they make their way to their seats, the guys from the team spot them, and their eyes widen in disbelief when they see who levi’s brought with him.

"wait," noni says, squinting like he's trying to make sure he's not imagining things. "this is her?"

"yeah," levi replies, trying to keep his cool but failing. "my girl, y/n."

cole bursts out laughing, shaking his head. "no way, man. this is the girl you’ve been talking about?"

"yeah, man," levi says, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "what’s the problem? she’s real, isn’t she?"

"i can't believe it," jadon says, eyes wide in mock horror. "we honestly thought you made her up to make us jealous."

"yeah, bro," wes chimes in, grinning. "we thought you were just describing some perfect girl you were dreaming about. never thought you'd actually bring her here."

levi rolls his eyes, shaking his head. "seriously? she's real, alright? and she's with me, so you better get used to it."

y/n just laughs, a soft chuckle escaping her lips as she glances at levi, her hand slipping into his. "i think they’re just shocked you finally found someone who’s actually real," she teases him, a playful glint in her eyes.

"well, i’m shocked too," levi says, pulling her close for a moment before turning back to his teammates. "but she’s mine now, and i couldn’t be more grateful."

the dinner is full of laughter, food, and good company, and as the night winds down, the music plays softly in the background. levi pulls her onto the dance floor, holding her close as they sway to the rhythm of the song.

"you’re really here," he murmurs in her ear, his voice soft and low, as though he can’t quite believe it.

"you’re lucky," she whispers back, her smile lighting up her face, "i could’ve been somewhere else tonight."

"yeah, i’m really lucky," he says, pulling her a little closer, their bodies fitting together perfectly. "i’m the luckiest guy here."

and as the song plays on, the world around them fades. it's just them, in their own little bubble, wrapped up in each other’s arms, dancing the night away.

“you’re really here,” he murmurs in her ear, his voice soft and low, as though he can’t quite believe it. there’s a wonder in his tone, a quiet disbelief at the simple joy of having her here with him.

she glances up at him, her smile warm, the corners of her lips turning up in a teasing way as she steps a little closer. “you’re lucky,” she whispers back, her voice playful yet affectionate. “i could’ve been somewhere else tonight.”

levi chuckles softly, the sound rich and genuine, and for a moment, the world seems to slow. the laughter from the dinner table, the chatter, the clinking of glasses, it all becomes distant as he pulls her a little tighter, their bodies now almost perfectly in sync. “yeah, i’m really lucky,” he says, his words serious now, as if he’s speaking the truth he’s known deep down for a while but only just realized how much it means. "i’m the luckiest guy here."

she lets out a breathless laugh, her hand resting against his chest, fingers tracing the subtle beat of his heart. “how did i get so lucky?” she asks, the hint of vulnerability in her voice betraying just how much she’s been feeling in this moment, in his arms.

he doesn’t answer with words at first, instead tightening his grip on her slightly, as if he’s afraid to let go, afraid that saying something might shatter the spell they’re both caught under. so he just sways with her, his chest rising and falling steadily, their feet moving together in a slow, effortless rhythm, as though they’ve been doing this for years.

the music swells softly in the background, the warm tones wrapping them both up like a familiar blanket. it’s as if nothing else in the world matters, as if the only thing that exists is this—her in his arms, him holding her, and the soft, steady beat of the music guiding them through the night.

her fingers curl around his, and she lifts her head to meet his gaze. their eyes lock, and for a heartbeat, time seems to freeze. it’s as if everything they’ve been through, everything that’s brought them to this moment, is reflected in the quiet depth of his look.

“i think,” levi starts, his voice thick with emotion, “i think you make everything feel… effortless. like this.” his thumb brushes across the back of her hand as he speaks, his eyes never leaving hers. “i’ve never been someone who believed in fate or anything like that, but when i’m with you, it’s like everything just falls into place. i don’t have to try. i don’t have to fight it.”

she blinks, caught off guard by the raw sincerity in his words. it feels like they’re no longer in a crowded room filled with people, no longer at a dinner with friends. it’s just the two of them, alone in this moment, standing in the space between words and feelings, surrounded by nothing but the truth of what’s been building between them.

“levi…” she starts, her voice soft, almost shy, but he cuts her off gently, pressing a finger to her lips.

“let me finish,” he says, a soft smile tugging at his lips. he brushes her hair from her face, the touch so tender, so reverent, like she’s something too precious to take for granted. “i don’t know what it is about you, but when i’m with you, it’s like the rest of the world disappears. and i don’t even need to know the answer, because it doesn’t matter. all that matters is that you’re here with me. just like this.”

her heart skips a beat, overwhelmed by the depth of his words, by the feeling of finally being seen for exactly who she is. all the things she’s kept hidden, the parts of her she thought no one would ever truly understand—he sees them. and he chooses them.

“you don’t need to say anything else,” she whispers, her voice barely above a breath. “i already know.”

levi smiles then, his heart swelling in his chest. the weight of everything between them—the moments of quiet understanding, the shared laughter, the long talks, the feeling of finally finding someone who makes everything feel right—comes crashing over him in a single wave of emotion. he leans down, his lips brushing against her forehead softly, lingering there, not wanting to break the magic.

and as the song continues to play in the background, it’s as though everything else fades into nothingness. the chatter from the dinner, the clinking of glasses, the bustling around them, it all disappears. there is only levi, and there is only her, and in this moment, that is all they need.

they sway for what feels like hours, their movements slow, their steps in perfect sync. every now and then, levi looks down at her, catching the way her eyes flutter closed when he brushes his lips against her temple, the way her breath catches when he pulls her a little closer, a little tighter. it’s perfect. more perfect than he could have ever imagined.

“hey,” she whispers suddenly, her voice playful again, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she tilts her head back to look at him. “i think i’m the lucky one, levi.”

he raises an eyebrow at her, his grin returning. “oh, yeah?” he says, his voice teasing, but there’s still a layer of softness in it. “and why’s that?”

“because,” she says, leaning in close enough to whisper directly into his ear, “i got you.”

his heart skips another beat, and he pulls back slightly to look at her, his smile wide, his eyes bright with affection. he doesn’t have to say anything, because the way he looks at her says it all. in this moment, with everything they’ve shared, everything they’ve built, they both know the truth: this is just the beginning.

and as the music plays on, levi holds her close, and she holds him back, their hearts beating together in perfect harmony as they dance the night away, knowing that no matter what comes next, they’ve already found something worth fighting for.

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Clueless

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Summary: The brothers' trying to confess their love to you; but, you are just a little bit oblivious to their signs of affection.

Lucifer let out a sigh as he rubbed his temples for the tenth time that night. As if on cue, you knocked on the door, carrying a cup of tea. Lucifer smiled softly at you when he noticed your presence, silently inviting you into the study.

You immediately walked in, noticing the large pile of paperwork that was sitting on his desk. They were separated into different piles, sorting the different categories. Mammon’s bills were noticeably the largest pile. 

“Wow, I didn’t even know it was possible to get in that much debt,” you said, handing Lucifer the cup of tea. He let out a small chuckle, raising an eyebrow in agreement.

You sat down in the chair across from him. “Want some help?” you asked, already sliding a pile of paperwork in front of you. You never had any idea what any of the paperwork meant, but you had always been willing to help Lucifer with it.

He watched you as you started reading the top paper of the pile, your eyebrows knitting together as you tried to understand the words. 

Whenever you felt like Lucifer was taking too long to do the paperwork, or when you felt like he needed some time to relax, you came in to offer your services. You knew Lucifer wouldn’t stop until everything was done, so the only option was to help get it done faster.

He politely refused your offer once. But, you were persistent. You stayed in the study with him the whole time he was doing paperwork. You continued to bring him tea and rub his shoulders. Whatever you could do to help. Eventually, you ended up sitting in a chair next to him. You refused to leave the study before he did and ended up falling asleep, your head gently resting against his shoulder.

Lucifer tensed up when he felt your head against his shoulder, but when he looked over at you, he immediately relaxed. He found comfort in your sleeping form, taking in all of your features and how peaceful you looked when you were sleeping.

He wasn’t ready to admit it yet, but you had already stolen his heart. And, having you stay the whole night in his study with him, just to keep him company, only furthered his affections. A human caring for a demon. 

He wanted to laugh at the foolishness of it, but in reality all it did was bring a smile to his face. Because he knew full well he cared about you just as much. 

There was only one problem - getting you to actually admit you had feelings for Lucifer.

He could see your feelings in the intimate moments the two of you shared, the way you always went to him for protection, and the way you always made sure he was taken care of.

Likewise, he tried to make his feelings known by holding your hand when the two of you were walking around town, or asking you to go to dinner with him at the fanciest restaurants. He always did what he could to impress you. 

Yet, whenever he tried to confess his feelings for you - he got nothing back. He would compliment you and you would brush it off. He would tell you he enjoys spending time with you and you would reply nonchalantly, as if his words had no effect on you. Yet your actions towards him sung a different a tune.

Now, here you were, once again, trying to help him with his paperwork. Lucifer couldn’t help but admire you for a moment before walking over to your side.

“So, how do you want me to fill out this one?” you asked him, keeping your eyes trained on the paper. You didn’t mind doing the paperwork on your own, but you wanted to make sure you were doing it right.

So, you frequently asked him how he wanted it done. He would come to your side just like this and point certain sections out, explaining what to write in each one.

But, there was a different idea on Lucifer’s mind today.

He gently took your hand from the paper, causing you to look at him and the second your eyes meet, he tells you, “I love you.”

It’s very straightforward, as always. He had enough of skirting around his feelings. Whether you felt the same way or not, he needed to tell you once and for all.

You sat there for a moment after he said those words, and he respectfully gave you all of the time you needed to process.

Lucifer…loved you.

It made sense now that he said it. He was always more kind and caring when it came to you. He always prioritized your needs and made sure you were taken care of, and…oh, wait. That’s exactly what you do for him, too. Does that mean?

You placed a gentle kiss on his cheek before telling him, “I love you too.”

To everyone else, yours and Mammon’s feelings for each other were as clear as day. 

You were constantly pining over each other. 

It started out as small glances that were sent in each other’s directions. Then, Mammon wanted to spend all of his time with you. 

The other brothers didn’t think much of it at first. After all, Lucifer did put him in charge of making sure nothing happened to you. So, it only made sense that he was consistently around you.

But, when Mammon started acting jealous when you were around the others, that’s when they picked up on the fact that Mammon had feelings for you.

He couldn’t take his eyes off of you when you were with him, and when you weren’t he was always talking about you, or sending you a message telling you to come meet up with him.

It was obvious that the small crush that Mammon had on you had turned into something much more serious when they found out that he had been saving up money to get you a gift. Saving up…Mammon…

The brothers urged Mammon to confess his feelings for you. After all, it was pretty obvious to them that you liked him back.

You were constantly going along with his schemes no matter how silly or dangerous they seemed. Whenever Mammon got into trouble, they could always count on the fact that you would be right there beside him.

Whenever he got punished by Lucifer, you were there to help take care of him and make him feel better. You would cheer him up and almost negate the punishment in the first place. It was worth getting in trouble, if this was the treatment he got from you afterwards.

Not to mention, the countless movie nights you and Mammon had that the brothers had walked in on multiple occasions. You and Mammon were always cuddled up on the couch, under a blanket, his arms wrapping around you. 

But try getting someone who’s clueless when it comes to their feelings and a tsundere to confess their love for each other.

It was an aggravating task, and one the brothers were just about sick of. They were tired of the yearning looks the two of you gave each other. They were tired of you being so close, your arms wrapped around each other, only to go your separate ways and act as if you were just acting lovey dovey moments before. Something had to be done.

You and Mammon were sitting before Lucifer who was giving you both a very long lecture after he found you helping Mammon win at the casino by counting cards.

He was demanding to know which of you came up with the idea in the first place. But, every time he asked the question, he was answered with you and Mammon desperately trying to place the blame on yourselves to keep the other out of trouble.

Lucifer was only getting more angry when you and Mammon both refused to back down. And, what was worse was that the whole house was subject to Lucifer’s yelling which meant that all the brothers had to deal with the lecture as well.

“Oh for the love of - would you two just admit that you love each other already?!” Satan snapped, shutting his book and walking up to the three of you. Mammon was blushing, trying to stutter out an excuse when Satan cut in, “Save you excuses. It’s pretty obvious how you feel about her. When’s the last time you offered to take the blame for someone instead of placing it on them?”

Mammon was at a loss for words, because he knew his brother was right. He can’t remember a time he offered to shoulder the blame so that someone else wouldn’t get in trouble.

“You’re just as bad, Y/N. No matter where he goes or what he’s doing, you always seem to take part in Mammon’s schemes,” Asmo added, joining the scene.

Mammon was blushing furiously as he was being stared down by his brothers. You sure you would have been too. But, your mind was focused on Asmo’s words.

Before you knew it, Mammon was taking your hand and leading you to his room. As soon as you were inside, he closed the door. “Stupid brothers…thinking you have feelings for me,” Mammon muttered, unable to face you as he paced around his room.

But, it was too late. Asmo’s work was already done and the realization of your own feelings was too strong to deny at this point.

“I think…I might,” you admit, not moving from in front of the door. Mammon froze in his spot after hearing your words. He blushed even more as he looked over at you. Did he hear you right?

“What?” he asked softly, approaching you. “I think I might…have feelings for you,” you reiterated. It made sense now why you were always putting yourself in harm's way just to be with Mammon.

Mammon immediately pulled you into him, holding you for a moment before placing a kiss to your forehead.

It was hard for him to admit his feelings, and you were okay with that. As long as he continued to show you them through his actions.

Levi may seem like a nervous wreck when it comes to his emotions, but he is not completely clueless. He might not be able to express his emotions properly, but he has seen enough anime and read enough manga to know when someone has feelings for someone else.

Because of this, it was pretty easy for him to tell when he had feelings for you. At first, you were just the annoying normie that the brothers got stuck with. Then, when you helped him get Mammon to pay him back, he thought you were a bit of a pushover. Who just lets a demon convince them to make a pact with another demon?!

When you beat him in the TSL Showdown, he was angry, but he also realized you weren’t a pushover. You were a force to be reckoned with. You may have been from the human world, but you were not a normie. Which is why he made a pact with you.

After he made that pact, he found himself wanting to spend more and more time with you. A new game came out? He immediately went to you to be his player two. A new manga was released? Come over! You can read it together!

Pretty much anytime something happened that he cared about, he wanted you to be there with him to experience it; and, that’s when he realized his feelings. When he realized everything seemed so much more fun when you were there with him.

Never in a million years would Levi think you shared the same feelings for him. He was too much of an otaku shut-in for you to feel that way. It’s just…every time he asks you to play a game, you show up within minutes just as excited.

And, when you watch anime together, you sit just a bit closer than where a friend would sit. And, you’ve fallen asleep with your head on his shoulder multiple times when you’re reading manga together. So…maybe you could?

You were currently sitting next to him on the couch watching one of Levi’s favorite animes. This was your first time watching it, but he had already seen it multiple times. Which was a good thing, because he was not paying attention to a single word that was being said.

Instead, his attention was on your hand that was resting in between the two of you, inches away from him. He was not the confident type. He was not the type to make the first move. But, he had grown tired of waiting for you to make the first move. And, if you didn’t like it then he would just make an excuse and say he was trying to adjust or something. He’s got this.

Levi reaches his hand out for yours right as you move it away to itch your nose. Levi let out a startled scream. In none of his plans did you pull away from him before his hand touched yours. Now his hand was just being held in the air, unsure where to go.

“Um, what are you doing Levi?” you asked him, focusing your attention on him now as he quickly put his hand down. Play it cool. Play it cool.

“N-Nothing! It’s not like I was trying to hold your hand because I’m totally in love with you or anything!”

Smooth.

Levi was now blushing, looking anywhere but you while you sat there shocked. Memories of yours and Levi’s time spent together flashed through your mind as you felt your own feelings surfacing, and you were finally able to put a name to the emotion you were feeling.

You moved even closer to Levi, gently taking his hand in yours and interlacing your fingers before resting your head on his shoulder. “I love you too, Levi,” you told him.

He will now die from happiness. Thank you.

Satan prides himself on being smart. He has learned many things over his time being alive and he prides himself on the knowledge he has acquired. But, when it comes to emotions, he isn’t nearly as well-versed.

And yet, even though he was completely inexperienced with these feelings, you were even more clueless. You were so wonderfully smart in other things. Sometimes, you even take Satan by surprise with your knowledge. And yet, when it came to your relationship, you were oblivious and it was adorably infuriating.

Satan was sure that you reciprocated his feelings. He had read about love many times over in his countless books. He knew the telltale signs. 

The late nights that you would spend in the library reading with him. The way you always smiled when he entered the room. The way you also came to him for help when you needed some extra tutoring in a class.

You would lie your head on his shoulder while you were reading, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Satan would be blushing the entire time, but when he looked over at you - you remained calm. Did you even realize what you were doing to him?

You were always the one at his door when he was in a fit of rage. You would approach him slowly, taking his hand in yours or sometimes even hugging him. You did whatever you could to calm him down. And, you were never scared because you knew he would never hurt you. If that wasn’t love, he didn’t know what was.

But, you never registered why exactly you would do these things. In your head, you were just close with Satan. 

Satan did everything he could to try and make you understand his feelings for you. He would compliment your appearance and you would thank him, blushing slightly. He would ask to take you out on dates and you would always agree. But, when the night ended, nothing changed. You would always leave Satan at the end of the night to go to your room. 

Satan had enough of staying in limbo land with you. If you weren’t going to realize your feelings on your own, then he was just going to have to make you realize them.

He decided to make his feelings known the next time the two of you were in the library together. It would be the perfect place to confess since it would be just the two of you with no distractions from his brothers.

You were sitting next to him on the couch, your legs stretched across his lap as he gently rubbed them. Satan held a book in his hand, but spent more time glancing over at you then actually reading it.

You were perfectly content reading your book, not noticing anything else. Satan was trying to find the right words. He had spent a long time planning out his confession to you; but, now that he was right next to you, he couldn’t help but feel just a little bit nervous.

“Y/N, I love spending time with you,” he told you, analyzing your reaction. You looked up from your book for a split second to send him a smile. “I love spending time with you too, Satan.” You immediately went back to reading.

Satan let out a sigh. Right, he needed to be more obvious. 

He gently pushed your legs off of him so that he could move closer to you, his leg now brushing against yours. He stared at you for a moment, and once you realized, you gently placed your book now, marking the spot you just read.

You turned to face him and waited for him to say something. For once, words were failing Satan. He couldn’t come up with a single combination of them that he was sure would get his feelings across to you.

Well, actions speak louder than words. Satan gently cupped your face in his hands before leaning forward and gently placing his lips on yours. You were surprised, but kissed him back.

When he pulled away, he looked into your eyes and said in a very serious tone, “I love you.” He was praying you would finally understand what he’s been trying to tell you for some time now.

“Oh,” you replied, your eyebrows furrowing slightly. You were shocked at how good it felt to hear him say that. How good it felt to have his lips on yours. How good it felt every time you were with him. “Ohhh.”

It was like you were having an epiphany, as if everything had suddenly clicked in your head. Satan looked at you as if he expected you to react this way, but also with hope.

You smiled at him before replying, “I love you too.”

Asmo was the Avatar of Lust which meant he was an expert when it came to things involving love. Because of this, Asmo could easily pick up on your feelings when the two of you started growing closer.

It started with small actions that he admired. The way you would blush when he sat close to you to apply your make-up. The way you would act flustered when he would compliment the way you looked. The way you would smile at him when he would gaze into your eyes.

But, it wasn’t just your reactions to him that made him realize you had feelings towards him. It was your actions towards him as well

You saw him at his most vulnerable times, when he had no makeup on and his hair wasn’t done. When he wasn’t wearing the perfect mask he always had on; and, every time you still complimented him. You admired how good he looked naturally.

You sat with him for hours while he was getting ready for a particularly important event and you would help him do his make-up or hair. You would help him choose the best outfit or paint his nails for him. Whatever he wanted you to do, you would do it with no questions asked.

Not to mention your small moments of PDA like holding his hand while the two of you are shopping around town. Or when he peppers kisses on your face to make you feel special.

You were practically already in a relationship! And yet, when it came to your feelings for Asmo it seemed like you were totally lost.

He would make flirty comments and you would blush at them, sometimes even coming back with your own witty comments. But, when he tried to actually confess his feelings for you, it was like his words went completely over your head.

Asmo was beginning to question if you really did share the same feelings he had. Either way, he had to know once and for all.

You were sitting in front of Asmo, your eyebrows furrowing slightly in concentration as you applied a shade of eyeshadow to his eyelids. You were trying very hard to make him look perfect, but it was hard because he kept opening his eyes to look at you.

“Asmo, you have to keep your eyes closed if you don’t want me to mess up,” you told him with a small smile.

He couldn’t help it, he loved being this close to you and being able to admire your features. He stared at you for a moment before saying, “I love you, Y/N.”

Asmo wasn’t afraid of saying those three words. He admired them, he flaunted them. He may have said them a little too much. Whenever you would do something good for him, those words managed to escape from his lips. So, you didn’t think anything of it when he said that, just giving him a smile in response.

“You love me too, right?” Asmo asked, his eyes lighting up as his heart started pounding against his chest, something he was not used to feeling. “Of course!” you replied nonchalantly, continuing to attempt to apply his make up.

But, Asmo wasn’t satisfied with that answer. He gently grabbed your wrist, stopping your movements. He looked deep into your eyes and repeated his question. 

“No, Y/N…You love me too, right?”

The intensity of his gaze was enough to send your body into shock as the weight of his words finally crashed down on you. You loved him too, right?

You met his intensity and seriousness as you looked into his eyes. Finally, understanding why you felt so connected to him.

“Of course.”

Beel’s love language is food. Shocker.

He was a little bit clueless when it came to love himself. If you buy him a gift, he would appreciate it, but he wouldn’t think twice of it. If you asked him on a date, he would go thinking you were bored. 

But, if you buy or make him food, his attention is all on you. 

The two of you had gone out to eat with each other a few times now. Beel always appreciated how if you asked him to go out, you made sure it was to a place that had food. In fact, you made it a point to mention that when asking him out.

Beel noticed his feelings for you one day in the cafeteria at school. He was sitting at the table with everyone, pouting because Lucifer had banned him from getting more food. If he didn’t the cafeteria would have been out of food before any of the other students got to eat any.

But, you couldn’t stand to see Beel so upset and you had a lot to eat at breakfast that morning. So, you selflessly offered Beel your lunch. You were like his knight in shining armor when he saw you offer your plate of food. But, didn’t humans need to eat too? You assured him you weren’t hungry and that he could eat it. That was all the encouragement he needed to quickly eat your lunch. 

Later in the day, Beel thought about the interaction and he realized it was the first time he hesitated to eat food. It was a natural reaction. He wanted to - needed to - make sure you would be okay without it, because he cared.

From then on, Beel found himself wanting to be around you more often. Especially if you were on cooking duty.

He would sit with you in the kitchen while you were cooking, watching your movements. He was mesmerized by you. And it made him so excited when you asked him to taste something you made to make sure the others would like it. He did everything in his power to not eat all of it himself.

If he was on cooking duty, you would sit with him as well. He would place you on the counter while he cooked and feed you bites of the food he made. He loved watching the way your eyes lit up when you tasted something you really liked and it would give him the proper motivation to find something else you would like.

Beel had never felt such an intimate connection with someone before he met you. You were like a food he was craving to have and his body would never be satisfied until he did have you.

You felt the same way, right? You had to. Beel was having a hard time not confessing his feelings to you. He expected you to be feeling the same, but you looked unbothered when you were around him.

You decided to do something nice for Beel. He had a really big game and as much as you wanted to be there to support him, you knew he would need something more than support. So, you stayed behind and decided to cook him a huge meal, knowing that he would work himself up an appetite.

You cooked all of his favorite things to eat, some of them taking hours to make. But, you wanted it to be perfect for him. You just knew he was going to win and you wanted him to have a celebratory meal waiting for him when he got home.

Beel did win his game and he was starving. Lucifer offered to take everyone out to eat, but Beel wanted to go to the House of Lamentation first to take you with. He was so glad that he did.

The second he entered the house, he was overwhelmed by how good everything smelled. It almost made him drool as he thought about the sight that awaited him.

His feet moved faster than his feet as he found himself making his way to the dining room. And, when he got there, his eyes widened. There was a large feast on the table, and he immediately recognized the dishes as all of his favorites.

You were setting another dish on the table, covered in ingredients and looking a bit run down from all the hard work you had been doing. You turned around and jumped a bit when you saw Beel standing there.

“Oh, Beel. You’re back early! I’m still making dessert,” you told him, scurrying off into the kitchen to finish the dessert.

Beel looked shell-shocked as he stared at the food, every inch of his body wanting to immediately dig in. But, he convinced himself to follow you into the kitchen first. He saw you putting the last finishing touches on the dessert and he asked, “Did you make all of this yourself?”

You gave him a small smile as you told him, “I wanted you to have a nice dinner to celebrate your win! You did…win, right?” Beel nodded his head and his heart swelled at the smile you gave him. No one’s ever done something like this for him, and he was so thankful his brothers weren’t there to ruin the moment.

Beel could no longer conceal his affection for you as he walked over and immediately engulfed you in a hug. One arm was around your waist while the other was around your back, his hand in your hair, pulling you closer to him as he softly told you, “I love you.”

You thought you would tense up when he hugged you intimately, even more so when he said those words. Instead, you melted into his touch, the realization of your feelings for the Avatar of Gluttony coming crashing down on you. “I love you too, Beel.”

He smiled at your words, finally releasing you from the hug only to pick you up and carry you over to the table. He placed you firmly on his lap and began to eat, making sure to feed you bites as well. He was so content having the two things he loves more than anything.

Teasing was one of Belphie’s favorite things to do. It didn’t matter who was on the receiving end. It could be you, it could be one of his brothers, it could even be Lord Diavolo. As long as he got a good reaction, he didn’t care.

You were by far his favorite to mess with though. Being the youngest of the brothers, he was used to getting his way. And you were not an exception to that.

If he wanted to use you as a pillow, you would oblige. If you didn’t, he would come lay on your lap anyway. But, you never declined his offer for cuddles anyway. Belphie would make sure to be as close to you as possible when he was cuddling you.

If you were sitting on the couch, it wasn’t good enough to simply lay on your lap. No, he would wrap his arms around you, snuggling even further into you.

If you were laying on the bed, he would lie on your chest, burying his head in the crook of your neck, taking in your scent while his other limbs draped over you. Sometimes, he would place his hand over your heart to assure himself that you were still alive.

What Belphie was not used to was someone else getting their way when it came to him. 

Belphie was always the one who decided when and how he was going to get cuddles from you. So, when you came into the twin’s room, seeking him out, he was a bit shocked.

He was sleeping on his back in the bed when he felt a sudden weight drop on him. He immediately woke up with a small grunt and froze when he realized you were next to him, reversing the positions.

You were laying on his chest, pressed up all the way against him. Your arm was draped over him with your hand resting on one side of his neck while your head was nuzzled into the other side. Your leg rested across him, keeping him from moving.

Belphie was blushing when you laid on him like this. No one had ever cuddled him like this. He was usually the one who had to snuggle up to others. He didn’t move though, finding comfort in having you draped over him for once. That’s when he knew you had to have feelings for him as well. I mean, you sought him out. You wanted cuddles, you didn’t just tolerate them.

And don’t even get started on the teasing. Belphie loved teasing others, yes, but he was not a fan when it came to being teased himself.

He had never met someone who could really match his energy when it came to pulling pranks or getting under someone’s skin. And then you came along, and did it without even trying. 

All you had to say was something about Belphie being a good cuddle partner or cute and he was flustered. It was frustrating for him, especially because you always left him wanting more from you. More compliments, more cuddles, just more of everything. But, you never continued. You led him to believe you had feelings for him but when he tried to act on your mutual feelings, it was like his words fell on deaf ears.

Which is precisely the predicament Belphie was in right now. He had been laying in bed with you, his head tucked into your neck to muffle his words. He had mumbled them against your skin, multiple times now. 

And you just continued to scroll on your D.D.D. not even sparing a glance in his direction. After he said ‘I love you’ the last time, he was irritated. Especially when he opened his eyes to see your attention on the device, completely unphased.

He rolled his eyes and let out a groan of frustration as he took your D.D.D. and chucked it across the room. “Would you just tell me you love me, already?”

A blush coated Belphie’s cheeks at his sudden outburst and you looked at him with confusion. Love? Confusion quickly turned into realization as you suddenly understood that the way you cuddled and teased Belphie wasn’t because he was your friend, but because you had feelings for him.

“I love you, Belphie.”

[mooniiify]

his imaginary girlfriend — jean kirstein x civilian! reader

contents: one shot, (almost) canon compliant, fluff; we’re gonna ignore that they’re like 14 here imagine they’re a little older idk

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after two whole years of being away, jean finally gets to go back to trost.

granted, it was only because they were there to simulate an evacuation drill, so just for more practice. jean was nothing but lucky that it happened to be in his hometown.

he held the straps of his heavy military backpack as he walked down the familiar streets with connie, sasha and marco in tow. he was looking around, trying to take everything in — he couldn’t believe it’d been two years. everything looked the same; was he not at that parlor just the day before he left for the cadet corps?

“hey, jean.” sasha suddenly appeared on his shoulder, making him jump just a little. her eyes were wide, smile bright. “are you going to visit that y/n you’re always talking about?”

before jean could answer, connie scoffed from his other side. “if she exists, that is.”

jean rolled his eyes. this wasn’t the first time the topic had been brought up. jean has talked about her, of course he has, but connie never believed she existed, not even with the care packages and letters she’s sent.

marco frowned. “hey, jean seems pretty enamored with her. i’d say it looks pretty real.”

“yeah, right! i bet he’s writing all those letters by himself away from us so we won’t be able to see.” connie stood his ground. jean rolled his eyes at his friend, but didn’t say anything.

in truth, he was going to see her. he’d heard thomas wagner was visiting his family, so it must’ve been allowed. she didn’t know he was coming, never never mentioned it in the past few letters because he’d found out just recently. still, how hard could it be to find her? maybe he could start from her house, then if she’s not there, maybe at the flower shop she works at. if she’s not there, maybe—

“jean?”

he stopped in his tracks, as did his comrades. the four turned around, eyes falling on a lone girl stopped in the middle of the road. her clothing was simple, a long brown skirt, a white button up with a sleeves vest on top. a basket was hanging on her arm, part of it filled with vegetables, the other holding a few flowers.

jean couldn’t believe his eyes. you’d grown taller, he noted, though not by much. your hair was longer, but your eyes were just as bright, smile just as big. how has it been two years?

“y/n?”

she wasted no time. y/n rushed over, putting her basket on the ground before she threw her arms around jean’s neck, making him almost stumble due to the added weight of the backpack. he managed to keep his balance, though — he’s been training to be a soldier for a year, it would’ve been embarrassing if he fell over — and wrapped his arms around her as well, burying his face in the side of her head, his nose brushing by her hair.

he hadn’t realized how much he’d missed her until he felt her touch.

“my walls, you’ve grown so tall!” y/n said as she pulled back just enough to put her hands on each side of his face and look into his eyes. “and strong! can’t believe you didn’t fall over.”

jean’s ears burned at that comment. “y/n!”

“see, connie? told you she’s real! you owe me bread!”

still holding onto each other, y/n and jean looked back, eyes immediately falling on connie. he was staring at the two with his mouth gaped, jaw almost hitting the ground, eyes wide. sasha triumphantly stood next to him, a smile on her face. marco gave a soft smile and a small wave.

“oh? are those your friends, jean-bo?” y/n asked, not realizing jean’s ears had become even redder at the nickname. she pulled away and moved in front of his friends, putting a hand out to sasha. “hey there, i’m y/n! let me guess, you’re sasha? the girl with the appetite?”

sasha gasped dramatically as she looked at jean. “is this all you told her about me?” she scoffed and looked back at y/n, her smile returning. “that’s me! also one of the best soldiers in the corps! and a good cook! there’s more to me than food, jean-bo!” sasha looked over y/n’s shoulder at jean for the last part. “i can tell we’ll be great friends! oh, oh, we can be pen pals!”

connie could barely greet her, still shocked that she was real. marco introduced himself nicely, shaking her hand.

“why’re you here? you need help with anything?” jean had picked up her basket and made his way next to her, a hand on the small of her back.

“oh, my mom sent me out to buy some things. i was going to head home, but i didn’t expect to run into you!” y/n slapped his chest with the back of her hand. “why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

“i found out on a short notice, i would’ve otherwise,” jean told her, then looked at his friends. “i’ll walk y/n home and i’ll catch up to you guys later. can you tell shadis i went to visit family?”

the three agreed, bid y/n goodbye and left without protest. at least, sasha and marco did. connie was still in shock so they had to drag him along.

family, huh? y/n looked at jean — his jawline was so defined now, woah — and quirked an eyebrow. “i don’t need an escort home, you know?”

“i’m not your escort, i’m your company.” jean’s arm dropped from her back, though his hand caught hers in the process, starting to pull her towards her house. “as if you didn’t miss my ass.”

“eh, i mean, life’s been more peaceful the last two years than ever.” jean wasn’t amused at her words. y/n chuckled. “fine, it’s been boring as hell. sometimes i wish i’d joined the army.”

jean chuckled, shaking his head. “no, you don’t. it’s so much work and you’re lazy.”

“hey!”

it wasn’t long before they made it to her house. no one was home when they arrived. at least they can catch up properly without having to interact with others.

“are you hungry? i can make you this new recipe i learned, i—“

“hell yes, i’ll help you. i haven’t had a good meal in two years.”

jean dropped his heavy backpack on the ground near the front door, shedding his cropped jacket and letting it hang on one of the dining chairs. after helping y/n unload the basket, the two cooked a simple meal, though one that jean enjoyed way too much after living off of stale soup for so long.

they went to her room then, laid in her bed. her bed wasn’t very big so they were pretty close to each other, but neither minded. jean took in her features, every change and every part that stayed the same. she looked so pretty in his eyes — how did he get so lucky?

“so, how are you as a cadet?” y/n broke the comfortable silence. her hand was on his temple, her thumb drawing soft shapes. “sasha said she was one of the best around. how about you?”

“i’m ranked above her. sixth,” jean informed, his eyes never leaving hers. how was he supposed to live away from her for the next years? decades?

“sixth?” y/n’s eyes widened. “jean-bo, that’s incredible! you must be really, really good then!”

“‘course i am. i didn’t go there to slack off,” jean said as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “but I really missed your dumb ass.”

y/n rolled her eyes. “yeah, i missed you, too, i guess.”

jean’s hand had moved to her face now, too. copying her moves. “two years passed, just one more and we can go to the interior.”

y/n sighed, her hand dropping from his face and moving to hold the one on hers. “jean, we talked about this. i can’t just go to the interior because you’re going. that’s not how it works.”

“i don’t see why it wouldn’t work,” jean disagreed.

“it won’t work because i’m middle class and a normal citizen, not a solider. i can’t just go to the interior.”

the corner of jean’s lips lifted up just a little. “but if you’re the wife of an mp, there wouldn’t be a problem, would there?”

y/n’s eyes widened, her eyebrows shot up. then she slapped his chest and looked away, avoiding his gaze at any cost. “shut up. don’t say things like that. for all you know, you’ll change your decision at the end.”

“i doubt i will.” he ran a hand through her hair. she still wouldn’t look at him. “but even if i did, i would still find a way for you to be okay and safe.”

y/n faced him again, a small smile on her face. “you know, i don’t really deserve you.”

jean scoffed. “look who’s talking, miss sunshine-and-rainbows.”

“why do you have to always ruin the moment?” y/n rolled her eyes at his childishness, but her smile only grew. “i really love you, you know?”

jean nodded, the side of his face rubbing against the pillow. “i love you, too.”

“and i’ll support you no matter what you choose to do,” y/n said, her hand that had been holding his tightening. “just, wherever you choose to go, promise me to stay alive.”

jean nodded. there was no need to think about the promise — there was no danger in the inner ring. “i promise.”

“can you stay the night?” y/n asked after a brief moment of silence.

jean sighed. “i wish i could. i have to be back by noon for roll call. i’m sorry.”

y/n gave him a smile and nuzzled into his chest. “it’s okay. let’s just make the most of these few hours.” jean nodded, pulling her closer and nuzzling his nose in her hair again.

jean didn’t know back then his heart would waver, that he would choose a different path than he’d promised her. despite that, despite the danger he had willingly put himself in, the one promise he was determined to keep was to stay alive and go back to her.

and he kept it.

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ummm okay this was NOT supposed to be this long idk what happened but uh enjoy it’s not proofread and it’s 3:39 a.m. so i’m not doing that loll

[insidekatmind]

After cinema- Levi Colwill

Wearning: +18,smut

While you are sitting in his car, the engine turned off and the only light that dim the parking lot streetlights, the air is saturated with a strange stillness. The film is just over and the silence around you seems to accentuate your breaths, the thoughts that buzz in your head. Levi has a hand resting distractedly on the steering wheel, his denim jacket sleeves rolled up to the elbows, and you can’t stop looking at him.

"So?" he asks you suddenly, turning to you with that just-touched smile that makes your heart beat faster. "What do you think of the film?"

You try to answer, to look focused, but your eyes wander on him. The perfect features, the defined jaw, his soft lips moving as he speaks. You can hardly put words together.

"It was... nice, yes. I really liked the ending," you finally reply, even though you spent the last half hour of the film sneaking glances at it rather than paying attention to the plot.

Levi starts laughing quietly, slightly bowing his head as he studies you. "Really? Are you sure? You seemed more interested in something else," he says jokingly, and his gaze becomes a little deeper, a little more inquiring.

You feel caught in the act and blush, trying to look away, but you can’t. Your eyes inevitably turn to him, his wide shoulders that seem to fill the car’s cabin, his relaxed but incredibly sexy expression.

"Don’t blame me if you’re the one distracting me," you whisper, more like a thought than a real answer, and you find yourself biting your lip.

Levi smiles again, but this time it’s different. There’s a flash of something in his eyes, something that makes you completely lose the ability to think rationally. The tension between you is palpable, like a thin thread that just touch to break.

You slide your hand on his, still leaning on the wheel. He does not withdraw, on the contrary, his fingers are gently entwined with yours. The warmth of his touch passes through you like an electric current.

"If you keep looking at me like that..." he whispers, his voice low and husky, "...I don’t know how much I can resist."

His confession makes you smile timidly, but you don’t look down. "What if I didn’t want you to resist?" Answer, bolder than you expected.

It’s a moment. You don’t wait for an answer. You lean slightly towards him, the breath sticking to your throat. Levi looks at you, surprised but pleased, and when your lips touch his, it seems to you that the whole world ceases to exist.

At first the kiss is sweet, almost shy, but lasts only a second. Levi immediately delves deeper, his free hand reaching you to caress your cheek and draw you closer. The way he kisses you is almost overwhelming, full of restrained passion, and you are completely lost in that moment. His lips move over yours with a precision that makes you lose your mind, while his warm breath mixes with yours.

Your heart beats so hard in your chest that you think he can feel it too. Levi just moves away to look into your eyes, his even darker than before, full of a desire that makes you spin your head.

"You’re amazing," he whispers with a tired but sincere smile. "And you’re a bit of a temptress, you know?"

You smile, the breath still irregular. "You’re no less, Colwill."

"Huh, yeah?" he answers, tilting his head again with a look of defiance. "Perhaps I should show you how little control I have when it comes to you."

You laugh, but his face is serious enough to let you know he’s not joking. The tension immediately returns to fill the machine, but this time it is no longer a burden: it is something exciting, something you both want.

"I don’t have to stop you,"he whispers with a mischievous smile.

Levi smiles in turn, stooping down again to you for another kiss, and this time there is nothing sweet or shy. His lips claim yours with a hunger that leaves you breathless, and you cling to him as if you were afraid to let him go. Levi’s hand gently slides on your back, holding you even closer to him, while the world outside the machine disappears altogether.

When you finally come off, both breathless, you lean against the seat and look at him, laughing quietly.

"Okay," you morose. "Maybe the movie wasn’t the best part of the night."

Levi smiles, pulling a lock of hair from your face. "I knew you would come to distract me too."

A smile escapes you unintentionally, as you look into his eyes once more. His expression is indelible, but full of that warmth that makes you feel like you’re the only thing in the world on which his thoughts are centered. Without saying anything, you lean back towards him again, letting your lips go back to seek his

The kiss grew rapidly in intensity to become a dance hasty and needy of your lips.

Levi’s hand was wrapped around your throat, while his tongue played with yours. The palm of your hand traced his muscular chest and then it went down to the pants of his suit.

When your hand got there, you grabbed his dick through the pants. Levi moaned against your lips and began to kiss you with more hunger.

His body was shaking as you caressed his hard cock through his pants. " Baby, come on be a good girl and take my cock in your hand" Levi whispered close to your lips and you nodded excited.

You pulled his pants down by pulling out his hard cock from his underwear and he grunted at the impact.

Every touch of your hand on his dick took Levi to heaven. While you were still kissing, Levi moaned in your mouth and nibbled on your lip making you groan.

you smeared the pre-cum that was leaking around his toe with your thumb. Your index finger traced the vein running down the bottom of his rod. The action made Levi tremble on the chair.

You pumped his cock faster while he moaned in the kiss and stroked your neck.

You broke off the kiss wanting to see his expressions when he groaned.

He closed his eyes enjoying as you were sawing it. " Shit Baby, you’re so good," he said moaning and you smiled while gently kissing his lips without ever stopping your movements.

You kissed again gently as you continued to saw it passionately.

The car was full of his moaning and the sound of your hand moving on her cock.

You started to put your other hand to help you and you also started playing with his balls making him moan.

Levi deepened the kiss, kissing you with his tongue as you increased your thrusts with your hands and he moaned in your mouth because he had cum.

Levi broke away from the kiss and watched you as he remained with his mouth half open trying to catch his breath.

You smiled at him and started licking his cum and he moans as he looked at the roof of his car with a satisfied smile to then look back on you

"So good for me," whispered Levi as he stroked your hair and watched you lick his cum. " So sexy" he whispered.

When you laced everything you went up on him and Levi smiled putting his left hand on your side while with the right one he stroked your butt.

"We should go to the movies more often if this happens" he said and you chuckled kissing him.

[judeswhore]

nsfw alphabet

summary: nsfw alphabet

pairing: levi colwill x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, minors dni

notes: you can find my masterlist here. idk how i feel abt this but ask and u shall receive <3 i hope u enjoy it!!!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

sweetest boy ever! gets a little sleepy but still makes sure ur taken care of before anything else. checks in that ur okay and just has to ask if it was good and ur staring at him all🤨🤨bc ur thighs are still shaking. will grab u water and something clean to change into, helps get u cleaned up and if u want he’ll run u the shower. he likes to just lay with u for a little after, fingers trailing over ur bare skin while he lets u recover, lips soft on ur shoulder while he mutters that he loves u

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partners)

on him he loves his arms just because of how feral u go over them and his tattoos. he’ll find u randomly staring at them throughout the day and he gets so cocky bc he’ll just flex his fingers or biceps and you’ll go all wide eyed and he can see how hot and bothered it gets u. he loves fingering u and feeling u dig ur nails into his forearm and it makes him so hard when ur gaze stays locked on his arm while he works u to ur orgasm but he’s a little shit sometimes so just as ur abt to cum he’ll be all “eyes up here, sweetheart” bc he wants u to look at him

on u he’s obsessed with ur hands and how small they are bc it reminds him how much smaller u are than him and that makes his head spin. he loves holding ur hand and seeing how his just engulfs urs and he’s obsessed w watching u touch him!!! handjobs r one of his favourite things ever and he’ll just sit and watch u work ur fist around him bc there’s something so hot abt how u cant wrap ur fingers completely around him. also he’s 100% and arse man so he’s definitely obsessed w ur arse and he’ll tell u it’s one of his favourite things abt u with no shame. loves fucking in doggy just so he can slap it and watch u get all teary eyed for him🤭🤭

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

he definitely has a thing for coming on ur pussy/tummy/arse and taking pics of it😵‍💫has an album on his phone specifically for these pics that he looks at whenever ur apart and he’s feeling a little horny. will cum on u and then tell u how pretty and perfect u are and he knows that goes to ur head and he loves it. teases u tho and is so mean w it bc he knows u like when he cums inside of u (and he does too) but if you’ve been a brat or he’s just feeling extra mean even when ur begging him to fill u up he’ll pull out and cum on ur pussy just to see u get all pouty w him

D = Dirty secret (self explanatory, a secret of theirs)

he’s obsessed with fucking u in risky places or places where other people are around. the bathroom at a restaurant/club/friends house u best believe he’s dragging u in there even if it’s just to make u cum on his fingers like there’s just something so stupidly hot to him abt potentially getting caught. he’d be in ur ear the whole time as well talking abt how if ur not quiet someone’s gna come in and see what a dirty slut u are for him while trying his hardest to get u to be even louder w this cocky little smirk on his face. you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve almost been caught

E = Experience (how experienced are they)

in all things u he’s an expert. he made sure to learn every little thing that u like bc the first few times u slept together he was constantly asking u what u wanted from him/how u wanted it bc he wanted the experience to be as good as possible for u. and now he knows u like the back of his hand and can have u coming in record time just by utilising what he knows

F = Favorite position

cowgirl!!! he’s obsessed w getting u to ride him bc he loves watching u struggle to take him at first, hands on ur hips to help u while he tells u how good ur doing and how proud he is of u for taking it all😵‍💫😵‍💫loves having ur tits in his face tbh and will constantly be sucking on ur nipples and biting at ur skin bc he knows that’ll get u to finish quicker. and it gives him some sort of kick watching u get all tired and whiney, asking him to “just fuck me properly, levi. please” and then he’ll hold u still while he fucks up into u bc ofc he’ll take care of his best girl

G = Goofy (are they more serious or goofy in the moment?)

definitely a little goofy but it’s more bc he tries to make u feel as comfortable as possible and that comes out as him making little jokes to get u to laugh and relax for him. feel like he gets a little giggly sometimes while ur fucking bc you’ll make a certain noise or he will and it’ll have him hiding his face in ur neck while he tries to get it together. but his giggles will bleed into soft moans and u think it sounds so hot so ur always looking to make him laugh just to hear it

H = Hair (how well groomed are they)

keeps it all nice and neatly trimmed but it’s not really something he puts a load of effort into bc it’s hair it’s not a big deal to him

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment?)

all of his focus is on u and he makes sure that u get as much pleasure out of the experience as possible. foreplay is a huge deal for him bc he wants to get u all worked up and desperate for him and wants to make sure you’ve came at least once/twice before he fucks u bc he knows it’s sometimes a little difficult for u to cum from just penetration. and throughout the whole thing he’ll be talking u through it, praising u so much bc it’s important to him that u know how much he’s enjoying it and that u know how good ur doing for him

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

i feel like he’s a big fan of mutual masterbation🤭so he’ll sit opposite u on the bed or wtv and will get himself off while u touch urself and it drives him insane. doesn’t know where he wants to look more so his eyes are constantly bouncing over ur body and he’ll talk u through it, telling u how to touch urself and how fast to go while he’s moaning and fucking his own fist

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

idrk but i feel like he definitely has a thing for letting u take control every now and then like loves when u tie him to the bed and use him for ur own pleasure. he’s obsessed w cowgirl at the best of times but when u tie his hands back and just fuck him so slow he goes absolutely insane. loves hearing u call him a good boy and it takes everything in him not to cum on the spot when u do. also loves when u suck him off and tell him he can’t touch u bc you’ll tease him until he’s literally shaking and begging bc he needs to cum and then you’ll give him ur pretty little smile and tell him to “be patient” and it has him losing his mind

L = Location (favourite places to do the deed)

he’s obsessed w fucking in the car while it’s parked in stupidly risky places bc he can’t get over how hot the risk of it is. like he’ll just randomly pull over and park somewhere so u can fuck and there’ll be other cars around and it just makes it all so much more thrilling for him and it means whenever he’s in the car alone he can play out all the times you’ve spent together in there

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

he loves neck/jaw kisses and even if u do it with the intention of being innocent levi will still go a little silly. he’ll just grip ur hip a little harder and give this quiet little groan and it always makes u giggle bc it’s so simple? and here he is abt to lose his mind. he’s definitely the type as well to get turned on by a specific perfume u own bc it reminds him of a certain time u fucked so whenever u wear it and walk passed him he’s immediately hard bc now he’s thinking abt all those dirty memories

N = No (something they wouldn’t do)

he’s too sweet to do anything that wld hurt u so even if he’s a little rough and a little mean sometimes he’d never cross a line that wld really cause u pain. even when he’s slapping ur arse whenever he hears a little sob or sees u wince a little harder than normal he’s immediately stopping and shifting to press kisses to the skin while mumbling little apologies :(

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving)

he really likes receiving bc u give the best head he’s ever had. u love teasing and drawing it out as long as possible until he’s literally shaking and can’t stay still so when he finally cums it feels 100x better. loves when u wake him up w head too!!!! like it’s his favourite thing in the world and he’s always extra sensitive so just gives these soft little whimpers that drive u crazy. he still loves eating u out tho and wld do it for hours (and he definitely drags it out when he does) but there’s just something abt being in ur mouth that absolutely ruins him

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

depends on the mood tbf. he loves a quickie (will literally fuck u anywhere at any time if given the chance) but also slow and loving is so so important to him!! especially if you’ve been apart for a little while he just really wants to take his time with u and drag everything out for as long as possible with u. so many kisses while he’s fucking u so slow, fingers stroking ur cheek while he mutters over and over that he’s missed u :(( eye contact is huge! for him so he’ll just grip ur chin and be all “eyes on me, sweetheart” and it just makes it so much more intense

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often)

loves them!!!! again, any time, any place. loves summer time so he can see u in ur pretty little dresses and he can just bend u over wherever he can, pull ur underwear to the side and fuck u stupid🤭the amount of times he’s fucked u in a changing room is insane bc he just can’t help himself when u look so pretty doing a little fashion show for him. just presses u up against the wall, hand over ur mouth to keep u quiet while he fucks u from behind. or like in the car before an event/meeting friends? he’s sooo down for it. just pulls u into his lap to ride him and it’s always so obvious when u finally go meet whoever u have plans with bc u both look so disheveled and fucked out

R = Risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks)

loves experimenting with new things bc how else is he gna know what he likes? like the two of u have had so many conversations abt all the different things you’d like to try and he definitely has a list that youse check things off on. and he’s huge on fucking in risky places bc it’s just so hot to him!!! gets off on fucking u in semi public places while making u bite down on ur own underwear to keep quiet🤭

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

he’s insatiable tbf. he just gets into such a headspace that he can never just go for one round he needs to go for a least three before he even thinks abt giving u a break. mainly just bc he likes seeing u so wrecked and on the point of breaking bc he thinks u look so pretty like that🤭his favourite thing is to eat u out between rounds of fucking u bc then he gets to drag so many orgasms out of u and gets such a thrill out of seeing u all limp and fucked out on his bed

T = Toy (do they own toys? do they use them?)

he’s obsessed w toys!!!! loves using them on u and then mocking u abt how much it ruins u. i just have this idea of him loving those little remote control vibrators🤭🤭like u have one that he can control w his phone and he uses it whenever the two of u go to events or restaurants bc u both just love the thrill of it. he’ll just sit opposite u at the table all smirks while he’s controlling it and it gets him so worked up trying to see u keep ur cool and every time u get close to coming he switches it off just to watch u pout and whine. bonus points for if the waiter is obviously flirting with u he’ll switch it up to the highest speed to watch u struggle and get all high pitched

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he’s awful when it comes it teasing to the point he sometimes has u crying bc u can’t take anymore. he just loves drawing things out bc he knows the end result will be so good even if ur getting frustrated w him. and in public he absolutely loves giving u little ass slaps or whispering dirty things in ur ear just to get u to squirm and sooooo many times he’ll try and get u off while ur sitting next to him but stops before u get anywhere near finishing while acting like nothings happening. and he knows u get all hot and bothered abt his hands so he’ll purposely do things to flex them and show them off then gets all cocky when he sees the way ur looking at him

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

oh he’s loud. and whiney. so so whiney. is always in ur ear giving u so much praise and babbling that he loves u and gets a little higher in pitch when he’s abt to cum and it’s just so so hot. loves to talk u through literally everything and whenever he talks u through head/handjobs it gets u soooo worked up bc he just sounds so hot

W = Wild Card (get a random headcanon for the person of your choice)

he loves taking polaroids during sex and has a whole photo album stuffed in his bottom draw that’s just full of dirty pictures. like he has a select few videos/pics on his phone that he looks at when he’s away but he mainly uses polaroids bc he just thinks it’s so much hotter? u can tell which pictures are his favourites too bc the corners are a little more rough and bent where he’s tugged them out. he also keeps one in his wallet tucked just behind one of his cards that he peeks at every now and then when no one’s paying attention and it’s a full shot of ur tits and face, covered in cum while ur grinning up at him and it’s genuinely one of his favourite pictures ever

X = X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

big. thick. it took a while to get used to his size and u still struggle to take all of him sometimes, especially if u haven’t had sex in a while but he always talks u through it and makes sure u know how good ur doing. strokes his fingers over ur cheek and peppers u in kisses while being all “just a bit more, sweetheart, i know u can take the rest f’me. good girl, look how well ur doing. knew u could take it all”

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

he’s horny all the time. he wants to fuck u all the time and it only gets worse when you’ve been apart for a few days. the second ur home he just has to have u bc it’s all he’s been thinking abt and he’ll just be kissing u senseless, burying himself completely into u while repeatedly mumbling little “missed you”s into ur skin

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

sooo quickly bc he’s always so wrecked afterwards. he’ll help get u cleaned up and make sure ur okay but then he’s begging for cuddles and he’s already letting his eyes fall closed. will just pull u into him or will flop down on top of u and be all “just gimme ten minutes” but u know for a fact he’s gna have a full blown nap. it’s why he absolutely loves middle of the night sex bc it completely knocks him out

[leviscolwill]

as long as i'm the name on your tattooed heart

pairing: bsf!levi colwill x reader

summary: your best friend forcing you to tag along to one of his tattoo session is not as bad as it sounds, especially if it involves sharing kisses [wc: 950]

contents: bsf2lovers, mutual pinning, idiots in love, fluff, mention of needles, not proofread 🏃‍♀️

note: the way i know nothing about tattoos.... sorry for any tattoo aftercare inaccuracy 😞

now playing tattooed heart by ariana grande...

the buzzing sound of the tattooist's machine wasn't one you enjoyed, but the view of levi's bare back was somewhat making you feel better. you never liked to join him on his sessions but he knew how to bribe you, with the promise of a free of charge mcdonald's afterwards for example.

your best friend's grip on your hand tightened when the needles made contact with his shoulder. you couldn't help but let out a small laugh at his face wincing, wondering if the pain was really worth it.

“can't believe you're getting a kick out of seeing me in pain.” levi's words almost made you feel bad, but you remembered how he practically dragged you here.

“what's the point of bringing me here if i can't enjoy a little show.”

“i can't stand you.” you would have answered his blatant lie if it wasn't for him groaning in pain. your hand patted his in encouragement, silently hoping for the ‘show’ to end soon. as much as you pretended to, you couldn't stand seeing your best friend in pain, even if he claimed it was bearable and you should get matching tattoos one day.

after what seemed five hours to you but was really less than forty-five minutes according to levi, his tattoo was done. you liked how it looked but liked the fact you were getting out of here even more. after paying for your nuggets, levi drove you both to his house, praising you for completing at he called your ‘best friend duties’. you felt your heart tighten a bit at the mention of ‘best friend’ but managed to simply roll your eyes. all it took to distract him was bringing up how one of your middle school classmate was pregnant and you both jumped down the gossip rabbit hole.

once you were back at levi's, he abandoned you to take a shower, and you could only count on tiktok games to keep you busy.

your phone was the one left alone when you heard your name being called. you knocked on the bathroom's door before opening it, one eye closed to make sure levi was decent. once you took notice of his joggers, he didn't give you time to gush over his new tattoo before asking you to put some cream on it, he did give you a whole speech about tattoo healing but you were too distracted to make out a word of it.

“you really only see me as your servant.” you sighed but obliged. levi's reflection on the mirror was smiling at you when started applying the balm on his shoulder with the utmost care, scared to hurt him in some way even though he assured you couldn't even if you tried. your mind wandered when you took notice of how ridiculously small your hands were compared to his back, the thought of waking up to this sight was one you'd rather not indulge in, afraid you'd never be able to move on afterwards.

the act felt way more intimate then it should have. domestic in the most perfect way possible, unconsciously making you long for more of this type of moments, when you had levi to yourself, no camera or sporting duty for him to care about. levi silently prayed you didn't notice his breath hitching. how stupid was it really? you spent your whole lives together, sharing every little secret but the normality of the situation was the one making his heart race.

a comforting silence floated in the room that none of you wanted to break. but you eventually did, your hands letting go when there wasn't anything left to apply.

“quit staring.” levi's words pulled you out of your reverie, you didn't even notice your eyes wandering where they shouldn't have been.

“you wish i was staring.” you definitely were, but admitting it and giving his ego a boost was the worst case scenario for you.

“i don't need to wish, you're still drooling a bit love.”, his teasing made your cheeks heat up. you turned around and started cleaning up the material, careful not to show any trace of embarrassment in fear your best friend would never let you live it down.

the feeling of his hands on your shoulders caught you off guard, levi turned you around and tilted your head up.

“you're not mad at me, are you? i was joking...”, the thought of levi thinking you were mad at him made absolutely no sense to you.

“of course not.” you couldn't find it in yourself to make up an explanation that could properly conceal the truth.

levi hoped and prayed, he wasn't pushing your boundaries too far when his forefinger traced your jaw, softly letting his finger get a feel of your lips.

“say it.” your voice was barely audible, but his face was close to yours, close enough to hear what you wanted.

“can i kiss you?” even if levi's voice seemed much more assured than yours, he had to run his sweaty hands on the material of his joggers before cupping your jaw.

you didn't answer and closed the small gap between you two yourself. he knew how to kiss you just the way you liked, you'd believe he'd done this all his life. hell, he was better than some boys you've dated for years. the way your lips moved against each other seemed so natural, like they were already accostumed.

you let your hands rake over levi's bare upper body, before slightly pushing his chest to catch your breath. levi dropped his forehead against yours, before pecking your smile one more time.

“i told you taking you to the parlour wasn't useless, now you got yourself a pretty tattooed boyfriend.”

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