#mafia! levi

[sixpennydame]

dark side of the moon⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ [chapter 1]

Pairing: yakuza!Levi x f!reader

Word count: 4.6k

Summary:

Neo Tokyo, 2235. You’ve escaped the festering wasteland that is Earth for Mars, to a city where only the strong survive, and everybody has secrets.  Taking on a job as a hostess, you woo the city’s elite, your smile hiding your own dark past. When your path crosses with Levi Ackerman, said to be the strongest member of the Ackerman yakuza clan, you’re not sure whether to consider him a friend or a foe. Because in this city, nothing is what it seems. And the past never stays buried.

Author's note: I will be using Japanese words and phrases periodically and will have a glossary of terms at the end of the chapter.

Series Content/Warnings: mafia/yakuza AU, flashbacks, slow burn, mystery, cyberpunk, sci fi, non-binary Hange Zoe, eventual smut, dark content, graphic violence and sexual content, minors do not interact!

Chapter Content/Warning: mentions of blood, physical assault

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Blood is thicker than you thought it would be. 

A sea of dark red surrounds you, soaking your clothes and the floor around you. 

Someone’s saying your name, but all you can hear is the thunder of your own heart beat. 

“Hey. Look at me. Do you remember what I promised? That I was never going to let anything bad happen to us again. We swore that we would always be there for each other.

No matter what happens, I promise that I will protect you.

I’ll fix this.”

.

.

.

“Oi you alive? Can you hear me?” A voice said.

You snapped back to reality. Get it together. Don’t fuck this up.

“Sorry…could you repeat that?”

The person in front of you takes off their glasses and cleans them with the edge of their shirt. “I said, you’re obviously not from around here. Where are you from?”

You shift in your chair. You knew that you were going to stand out from the other inhabitants of Neo Tokyo the moment you arrived here.

“I um..I’m from Earth.”

Their eyes go wide. “Earth? That shithole? I didn’t know there were still settlements there. How did you even earn a ticket to get to Mars?” You open your mouth to reply, but they put their hand out. “Don’t answer that - it’s none of my business.”

Obviously your planet of birth has made you intriguing; hopefully intriguing enough that they’ll give you a job. They look you up and down like you were a science experiment. “And why would an Earthling such as yourself want to work here, at Club Azure?”

“I’m a hard worker and a quick learner. And I need to make money fast.”

“Mmmhmmm… you can definitely do that here, if the guests like you,” they smile, “and you certainly would be a unique curiosity.” Brown eyes gleam behind their glasses, “But why do you really want to work here?”

There’s a silence as you think about what to say, but decide you might as well tell the truth. “This line of work doesn’t require me to have Mars citizenship papers.”

“And there it is,” they nod, seeming satisfied with your honesty. “It’s true, we don’t really care about those things here. In return, we expect our employees to be…discreet about our clientelle’s  information and other business that goes on here.”

“I can be discreet.”

“Is that so?” The brunette leans back in their chair and gives you another once-over, their finger tapping their chin. “You’re unique, and there’s a certain something about you… I’m certain the boss is really gonna love you,” they say out loud, more to themself than to you. 

If they aren’t the boss, you wonder who is. 

“Ok, you’re hired.” They reach their hand across the desk and towards you.

A heavy sigh escapes your lips; you hadn’t realized that you’d been holding your breath slightly. Your hand meets theirs and they shake it vigorously. “The name’s Hange Zoe. I run this fine establishment,” they say with pride. “And what should I call you?”

“My name is —“

Hange immediately puts their finger to your lips. “Nuh uh uh, you weren’t about to give me your real name, were you?” They click their tongue. “It’s best that you don't do that. If the authorities come skulking around asking questions, the less I know about you, the better.” 

“Oh…I see.” 

Seems that there’s a lot about this world that you don’t know.

“We need to give you a stage name. Let’s see..” They’re tapping their chin again. “…flower names are always a good choice. What’s your favorite flower?”

“Flower? I’ve never seen one of those before.”

“Oh right..you’re from Earth. It’s been a ruined wasteland for a long time..I guess you wouldn’t have ever seen them. Not that we have them here, either..” Hange stands up from their desk and begins to pace the floor of the small, cramped office. “What are your interests? Any hobbies?”

“I don’t have any hobbies but..” a smile comes to your face, “..on Earth, I loved to look up at the moon.”

“The moon? Hah! That orb is just an exclusive country club for the rich and famous. If your goal is to get there then you have another thing coming.”

You shake your head. “No, nothing like that. But when I was small, me and my si—” you stop. You’re getting too personal. Hange notices, but says nothing. “I mean, I would sit out and look at the moon for hours. I just wanted to escape.”

“And it looks like you’ve done that.” Suddenly Hange’s face brightens. “Luna! That’s what we’ll call you.”

They put their hand on top of your head. “Our little Earthling…let’s get you introduced to the rest of the group and get you dressed for tonight.”

Your eyes go wide. “Wait…I’m starting tonight?”

“Do you have something better to do?” They wait for a reply, to which you give none. “Then follow me.”

You follow Hange through the winding, narrow hall as they open a non-descript door. 

“This is where the girls get changed.” 

They open the door, gesturing for you to enter. Steel lockers are built around the perimeter of the room, with dressing tables and mirrors on the other side. Around you are women in various stages of undress: some have just arrived and are in their street clothes, others are walking around in their underwear, and all of them stop at some point to look you up and down. You knew you were going to stand out when you arrived in Neo Tokyo, but in the cruel, fluorescent lighting, it’s blazingly obvious. Most of the women around you have adorned their bodies with tattoos, the ink under their skin glowing brightly, making some of the images seem to move. Others have augmented their body: shining metallic arms and legs, hair and skin in every color of the rainbow…

All of it is nothing less than extraordinary.

There’s nothing extraordinary about your appearance. Your body doesn’t have a single tattoo or piercing. Your skin, eye, and hair color are ones that you were born with; your ‘human-ness’ is clearly on display for all to see.

“Presenting the hostesses of Club Azure!” The women go about their business as Hange walks you around the room. “You’ll find I’ve curated a diverse group of females who cater to every kind of taste….alien, android, and humanoid. I’m sure you’ll fit right in.”

One woman, putting on makeup, scoffs at the statement. “And just who have you wrangled to work here now, Hange?” She turns around to look at you, her nose scrunching up and her lips turning downward in a judgmental frown. “Or should I say, what..”

“Now, now, Ymir, be nice. Everyone!” Hange claps their hands,  “Luna’s just arrived from Earth and I need you all to play nice and show her the ropes. Historia! Find her a dress that’ll fit and let her shadow you tonight.”

A petite woman with golden, glittering hair and bright, shining blue eyes turns around. White tattoo ink glows under her skin, glittering like diamonds. “Of course.” She takes your hand. “Come with me, Luna.”

She leads you to a locker on the far end of the room and presses in a code. It opens with a clink. “This was Nanaba’s locker. I figure you and she are about the same size.” She pulls out a few items and holds them against your body.

“Was? Did she leave without taking her stuff?”

Historia looks away, biting her bottom lip. Apparently your question hit a nerve. “We’re not really sure, actually. She just…disappeared after work one morning, two weeks ago. We never saw her again.”

“You’re leaving out key information, Historia,” Ymir butts in, “she should have never started fucking that guy in the Ackerman clan. That got her killed, I have no doubt.”

“Ackerman clan?”

“Ymir…hush!” Historia nudges Ymir and attempts to push her away, to no success.

“You mean, Hange didn’t tell you? We are employees of Club Azure, but this club is “protected” by the Ackerman Clan, one of the most powerful yakuza clans in Neo Tokyo. Hange might own the place, but they pull the strings. Getting involved with them is bad news.” She gives you a foreboding look. “If you see them, keep your distance.”

“Are they in here often?”

“Of course they are. They’re always skulking around, checking in on their products.”

Historia clicks her tongue, a warning to Ymir. “They’re not that bad. Just smile, be polite, and pour their drinks and you won’t have any problems with them.” Ignoring Ymir's eye roll, she pulls out a dress and hands it to you. “Here, try this on.”

You start taking your clothes off, and the women around you stop and stare. Ymir laughs, and you notice that each of her teeth have been shaped to a sharp point.

“You’re just as normal as normal can be, aren’t you? Not a single augmentation.” She walks around you as you stand there, naked and bare as their eyes judge you. “All your…parts are…real?” she asks, lifting up your arm.

You pull away and grip the dress closer to you. “Augmentations are rare and expensive on earth.”

Ymir smirks and her carnivorous teeth flash. “Well…everybody has a kink. I’m sure someone will be interested in you.”

“Ymir, that’s enough!” Historia huffs, pushing the tall, freckled woman away. By then, you’ve shimmied into the garment Historia chose for you. The tight, red dress fits your form perfectly, falling off the shoulders and highlighting your collarbone and breasts. It’s long, but a slit cuts all the way up the top of your thigh. You’ve never worn anything so elegant.

Historia looks you up and down. “A little tight, but all the better.” She pulls you over to a dressing table. “Now for the finishing touches.” She takes out some makeup and starts applying powders and creams to your face. “Hange probably wants to keep you as human as possible, so we’ll keep it simple.”

Her version of simple was very different from what you were imagining, as she adorns your cheeks with pink blush and your lips with a dark red lipstick. Your hair cascades in waves across your shoulders.

When you look in the mirror you barely recognize yourself. 

“Is that me?” you ask, touching your radiant skin.

“I just enhanced what you already have. Hopefully, it’ll be good enough.” She stands and gives you another once-over, crossing her arms. “You’re still gonna stand out, but surely someone will be interested in you.”

Ymir walks by and chuckles. “This is gonna be interesting.” You scowl at her while she smiles smugly. “See you two out there,” she says, before sauntering away.

Historia takes you by the hand and leads you down a dark hall. Music is already reverberating through the walls and you can hear voices and laughter amidst the clink of glasses, which amplifies as she opens the door.

The bar is dimly lit, illuminated by a ceiling with an array of twinkling lights meant to look like the night sky. There are tables and booths with plush upholstery, some meant for larger groups while others are more private and intimate. A small stage is set up in the corner with a holographic band playing, and on the opposite end of the room, a long drink bar manned by Hange and another bartender. 

And dispersed throughout are men, some young, some old, but all well-dressed, sitting and drinking with a hostess or two.

“At a hostess bar, it’s not our bodies that are for sale, but our time and attention,” Historia says, leading you through the room. “They can request a certain girl, but otherwise, we are partnered with them as they come in.”

The two of you end up at the bar, where Historia gestures for you to sit. “For the time that they’re here, it’s our job to make the guest feel like they are wanted and important - we laugh at all their stupid jokes, listen to their problems at work or at home, or just help them to get their mind off things with conversation.”

Your eyes dart from table to table, taking note of the hostesses pouring drinks, laughing and leaning into their guests, playing drinking games, or having lively talks. One girl gets up and walks over to the stage, singing as the band plays a popular song that everyone at the table seems to know.

“And that’s it?” you ask. “There’s not…more…that goes on between the guest and the hostess?”

“You mean sex?” Historia leans her chin on her hand. “Hange forbids us having sexual relationships with our guests.” Her eyes dart over to Hange as they put some drinks on a tray. “Isn’t that right?”

“Absolutely correct, my beautiful turtle dove,” they reply. “Prostitution can be procured at other clubs, but not at my fine establishment. You can flirt, make eyes, touch…” their bright eyes suddenly become serious, “but no sex.”

A wave of relief washes over you when you hear this. It’s overwhelming enough to know that you’ll have men ogling you, expecting entertainment and companionship. At least that’s all it’s expected to be. 

While Hange busies themself with making another cocktail, Historia leans toward you and whispers, “It doesn’t mean that it doesn’t happen, though.” 

That doesn’t surprise you; if a hostess’ whole job is to flirt all night long, at some point the lines must get blurred with certain customers. And you can probably make a substantial bit of extra money in taking a relationship beyond the confines of this club. 

But that’s not why you’re here.

Hange pushes a tray of glasses and a bottle of alcohol across the bar to the two of you. “Ok, ladies, it’s showtime. Take these drinks over to table 12.”

Historia glances over to the table before taking the tray. “Ugh, it’s Lovof. Haven’t seen him here for a while.”

“Who’s Lovof?”

“A city councilman. We get a lot of politicians here.” 

The two of you make your way to the table where Lobov is sitting with two other men. You wipe your sweaty palms on your dress, feeling more nervous the closer you get.

“Just smile and pour drinks. I’ll take care of the rest,” Historia whispers, just before making it to the table. “Lobov! It’s been so long, I thought you’d forgotten about us!”

She slides into the booth next to Lobov, a true thing of beauty as she smiles and bats her big, blue eyes. Her skin sparkles even more under the dimmed lighting, making her look like a true angel.

You slide in on the opposite side, sitting next to Lovof’s colleagues, but neither of them pay any attention to you as Historia takes the bottle from its chilled container and pours the golden liquid into a sparkling glass. It’s only until Historia gestures to you that they look your way, a curious look on each of their faces.

“And this is Luna.” Historia’s voice is sweet and soft, matching her angelic persona. “It’s her first night, so I’m showing her how to be a good hostess.”

“Well then, she’s learning from the very best,” Lobov says, his snake-like eyes slinking from Historia to look you over. 

One of the men squints, then takes off his glasses to clean them with his shirt. “This plain-looking thing? Where in the galaxy did you find her?” he comments with a crude chuckle before turning away.

They’re bored with you already.

Get it together.

Don’t fuck this up.

You swallow hard, then take the bottle from Historia and pour a drink for the two unimpressed men.

Smile. Put on the mask.

“The story of why I’m not augmented is quite a tale,” your voice drips with flirtatious intrigue, “but perhaps it’s a tale better left for our second bottle, when I’m a little less nervous.”

The man next to you raises an eyebrow as you raise your glass. “In the meantime, I want to know everything there is to know about you fine gentlemen.” You smile, eyes sparkling in such a way that they almost rival Historia’s. “Kanpai.”

Lovof’s looks of confusion change to amusement as he joins you in raising his glass, the rest reflecting his actions.

“Kanpai!” the table responds.

By the third bottle, everyone is buzzed and relaxed. The alcohol coursing through you is helping you to feel less nervous, and has given you a confidence you’d only pretended to have before. The man next to you, Gelgar, has completely forgotten his other colleagues and is focused solely on you, while the other two are enraptured by Historia.

The attention makes you uncomfortable, everything within you wanting to escape this man’s gaze. But this is your job, you remind yourself. 

You’re not the same person you were on Earth. 

So you mirror your fellow hostess, pouring their drinks and leaning forward as they tell you about an upcoming election. Most of the time you have no idea what they're talking about, but you smile and nod, feigning to be enraptured by their words.

You’re good at pretending. You’ve been doing it your whole life.

There’s a glazed look in the men’s eyes and Historia shoots you a glance that tells you it’s time for them to call it a night. As the two of you escort them out of the bar, Lovof suddenly stops, turning to you.

“My darling, you never told us - why are you not augmented?”

Ah. You forgot you’d mentioned that. 

“Well…” you begin as you’re walking with them out of the club, “...my father was the leader of a cult and my mother was one of his many wives. It was commanded that his children never be augmented, as doing so would be an affront to God, who made the body. No needle or knife must ever blemish my skin.” 

A smile crawls across his face. “Intriguing. Absolutely intriguing…” You feel his eyes rove over your body in a way that feels violating. “I’d like to drink with you again, Luna.”

“She would be honored.,” Historia says, placing her hand on your back and guiding you to bow with her. “Please come visit us again soon.”

You both deeply bow then wave as the trio drunkenly walk to the black vehicle that pulled up for them. Only until they are out of view do you both turn away.

Historia takes your arm. “That story…is it really true?”

“Does it matter?”

Historia lets out an angelic laugh. “I think you’re going to do just fine here.” She walks arm-in-arm with you back into the bar. “You did well for your first time, I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks. I was nervous the entire time.” You allow yourself to smile - the first real smile you’ve had all night.

Historia’s words of praise flow through you as freely as the copious amounts of alcohol you’ve already consumed, both of them giving you courage as you stroll back into your new workplace. 

This isn’t too bad, you think to yourself.

You can do this.

You carry a newfound boldness as you and Historia walk up to Hange, who is waiting at the door. There’s a concerned, serious look in their eyes, much different from the happy, go-lucky persona you’d initially met. 

Hange pulls you both aside. “They’re back, Historia, and causing a ruckus. I’m sorry to do this to you and Luna, but will you two help with damage control for a few minutes while I call for some backup?” They press a small silver button on the back of their ear and walk away, not even waiting for a response.  As if either of you had a choice in the matter. 

You must have been too focused on your table’s patrons to realize the growing noisiness of the table in the center of the club. Now, it’s hard to notice anything else.  

Even from across the room, you can sense the chaotic energy of the group, a stark difference from the customers you’d just said goodbye to. The men are much younger than Lovof and his associates, their tacky suits and bright hair colors a stark contrast to the politicians you’d just entertained. They slap the table and yell curse words at each other, earning sideway glances from the others surrounding them. Empty bottles of alcohol litter their table; one of the men tries to milk the last few drops from one, but when there’s nothing left, he frowns.

“Oi! Another bottle! Make that two!” he curls his lip in disgust as he looks at his comrades slumped around the table. “This place has the shittiest service.”

Your newfound boldness shrinks with each step to their table.

“We just need to get them to settle down and then get them to leave,” Historia whispers, handing you a bottle. “Be polite, but don’t let them manhandle you.”

You put the mask back on, smiling as you and Historia both sit on either side of the booth.

“Good evening, gentlemen,” Historia says, her voice still ringing calm and clear.

An arm immediately wraps around your shoulders the second you sit down, pulling you forcefully into him.

“Look at this - two more! We must be getting the V.I.P. treatment today, boys,” a man with long brown hair and green eyes shouts over the rest of the crowd.

Ever the essence of politeness, Historia pours the alcohol, a superficial smile never leaving her face.

“It’s our honor to serve you here at Club Azure,” is her meek reply. 

The two other hostesses copy Historia, just as you had done earlier, but behind their smiles are eyes that want to escape the situation as soon as possible. Although this is your first night and you still have much to learn, something feels different about this group of men; they are loud and arrogant, and their way of speaking is crude. It’s as if their entire goal is to make everyone uncomfortable. They continue to demand more alcohol and paw at the hostesses, downing bottle after bottle, their appetites insatiable.

All the while, the brunette man continues to clutch at you, his grip tight on your shoulder, keeping you from moving one inch. His suit reeks of alcohol and tobacco, and his breath is even worse when he finally decides to turn and speak to you. 

“I’ve never seen you here before.” 

He’s young, and there’s a wildness in his eyes, warning you to stay on his good side.

You attempt to shift away from him, but his arm is stronger than it looks. So you put on the mask and smile faintly. “I’m new. The name’s Luna.”

Seeming to be the ringleader of the group, you hope that light conversation will keep him preoccupied enough for help to arrive.

Whatever help that may be.

“Lunaaaaa…” he repeats, his tone heavy and foreboding. “You’re a non-aug.” He shifts his attention back to the other men at the table. “Look at this - we got ourselves a non-aug.”

You assume that means you’re not augmented. Will it be an intriguing curiosity, as it was in Lovof’s case? 

Or something far worse?

The men hoot and holler words that you aren’t familiar with, but you don’t need to be fluent in the Martian dialect to know the meanings of their slurs.

The other women look at you, brows knit, bodies frozen, each hesitant to intercede.

“Tell me, Luna,” his green eyes darken, moving down your body and stopping at the bare leg peeking out of the high slit of your dress, “is every part of you real?”

His grip on your shoulder grows even tighter as his free hand moves up your thigh. “Let’s find out, hm?”

Every fiber of your being is screaming to escape this man’s clutches. Your eyes flash to Historia, who attempts to stand up and walk to you, but is forced back down by one of the men. She sends you a helpless expression that even she is powerless to help you.

But you refuse to be powerless. Not ever again.

So you meet the man’s lustful gaze, and slap him hard across the face.

A look of shock sweeps over him, his pride hurt more than the sting in his cheek.

“Don’t you touch me,” comes your warning, willing your body and voice not to shake.

Time freezes for a moment, not a single person moving a muscle, until - 

– the back of his hand cracks against your cheekbone. 

It takes you a few seconds to realize what just happened, but before you can react, he grabs your face with his hand and forces you to look into his eyes.

“Bitch.” He squeezes tighter. “Do you know who I am?”

“Should I?” you manage to reply, despite the forceful grip on your cheeks.

His eyes fill with rage, getting even greener. “Nobody fucks with the Jaeger clan.”

“Oi.”

You hear a voice behind the two of you, cold as steel.

“Did you hear the lady? Hands off.”

You can’t move your head to see who’s talking, but your assailant does. “And who the fuck are you?”

“Someone who’s about to fuck with the Jaeger clan.”

Suddenly a hand grabs the back of the man’s collar and yanks him up, his body flying over the back of the booth and into another table. There are a few screams but then the club goes silent as all eyes watch what’s transpiring. 

Finally free, you look behind you to see a man in a navy blue suit. He walks closer to the other man, who’s scrambling up from the floor. There’s an incredible size difference between the two; this man in the blue suit is much shorter than the men that are now surrounding him, but it doesn’t seem to faze him in the least. 

Green eyes flash and the three other henchmen barrel towards the shorter man. It only takes a few seconds for two of them to be sprawled on the ground, barely conscious. The third grabs the lapels of his dark blue suit, but a hard knee to his groin has him joining his compatriots on the floor. 

“Bastard..” 

Now the only one standing, the brunette moves his hand toward the inner pocket of his jacket.

Something flashes into the hand of the smaller man. It seems to be a knife of some kind.

How did it appear so quickly?

“You pull out that piece and it’ll be the last thing your hand ever does,” the shorter man warns, his eyes laser-focused.

The other three men scurry off the floor and towards the club’s exit, but not before one of them grabs his friend by the shoulder. “Come on Eren, let’s get out of here. Your brother’s gonna kill us if this gets worse.”

The tall brunette man smirks then backs away with his hands up, keeping his eyes on the man in front of him.

“This isn’t over.” His eyes then flit to you as he straightens his suit jacket. “Fucking bitch,” he spits, before turning to leave.

It’s as if the whole club takes a collective sigh once the four men are finally gone. Historia is immediately at your side.

“Oh my god, Luna, are you alright? I’m so sorry..”

You can hear her words and feel her gentle hands touching your face, but all your attention is on the man standing before you. He buttons his suit jacket and runs his fingers through his hair, pushing back the few strands that came loose during the scuffle.

“Thank you so much, um…” your words hang in the air, waiting for a name.

His steel blue eyes look into yours - not at your body, not at the bruise you’re sure is growing by the second - but deep into your eyes, before looking away. 

It’s the first time you’ve felt someone look at you like you’re a person, not some oddity.

“Levi,” he finally answers in a low, cool voice. “And don’t thank me for doing my job.”

Before you can say more, he’s turned his back, disappearing into the darkness of the club. 

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Glossary of terms:

Yakuza - Japanese mafia

Kanpai - cheers!

Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

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Valentine’s Day prompt 💝

For Dazai x Reader 🔞: it’s Valentine’s Day & Dazai tells Reader how romantic it would be to die together today & Reader replies “how about we fuck instead?”

A Little Death (Dark Era; aged up/18+; NSFW) Mafia!Dazai x Reader  1706 words Tw: sui ideation, choking

It was a secluded scene, shrouded in silence. No one dared to cross the boundary of the hotel’s grounds; to do so was a privilege only afforded to a select few. Its air of secrecy was such that it rendered the half a dozen armed guards who brooded over the tower like ravens, quite superfluous. Port Mafia territory. For a scarce number, its walls knew their secrets but whispered none. For the rest, it was simply impenetrable. 

The hotel room was neither luxurious nor homely. Thin gauze blinds let in little moonlight. Outside, the starless sky was streaked with storm clouds. Even the fluorescence which defined Yokohama’s horizon and kept the city in artificial daylight did not reach this dark corner of the prefecture. Rain pattered relentlessly, the deluge so intense that entire waves were dashed at the rattling windows. Thin branches scraped against glass. You glanced above your head, half-expecting the flaked plaster to cave in at any moment. 

Quieter than the storm came the clicking of the heating unit. A stale smell lingered about the plain, whitewashed walls. A black suit jacket thrown over a chair. Unfinished business. Sake bottles cluttered the side table. A low electric light. Crumpled bed sheets and the scent of sex. 

You felt too cold to remain in the doorway. Shrugging your coat off, you hung it on a wall-mounted hook beside his. Its belt dripped rainwater onto the matting beside your discarded Louboutins. As you crossed into the room his silhouette came into view. Dazai sat cross legged on the floor, arms in his lap, his back against the end of a double, Western-style bed. He made no sign at your approach. His gestures, or lack of, were as inscrutable as ever. No one had ever sifted the murky depths which submerged his heart. You only knew that he played games. And, if his intention was to set you on edge, then you would just have to make yourself comfortable.

“I know I kept you waiting…”

The bed gave a small creak as you knelt upon it. Removing the tie from your hair, you allowed it to tumble down, sodden and tangled, past your waist. Then, with a sound of relative contentment, you flung yourself on your back and stretched out your legs luxuriously upon the pillows. Dazai was motionless; the back of his head remained against the foot of the bed. Dark, brown tufts stood up, unruly. You let your head hang down beside his so that your rain-flecked skin brushed against his face. His cotton bandage wrapping grazed your cheek. You felt his jaw tighten. Upside down, the cracks in the floor appeared more fragile than the ceiling. Either one could give way at any moment.

A hand reached into your hair. 

“If you remember, you did promise me romance…” Dazai’s tone was as soft as silk. With a turn of his head, the tip of his nose brushed your own. His breath, sweet with sake, clouded you. Threatened to pull you under. Only the initiating thread of conversation and he was already reeling you in.

Slowly his fingers stroked loose strands from your face, until he was cradling the back of your head. There was something so gentle, so loving in the subtle press of his fingertips that you closed your eyes. 

“I know…” Your words bore the weight of remorse, even if you didn’t feel it.

Rain lashed violently at the window. Dazai gathered your damp hair around his fingers, weaving a braid like a coil of rope. Playful. If his patience was worn then the lithe movements of his hands did not suggest it. 

“How beautiful…” he mused to himself, wrapping the twisted knots like a noose around his knuckles. Watchful, you lay still. In the gloom the pale skin of your neck shone silver.

“What is?”

Wet hair tickled your throat.

“...why, the thought of dying with you tonight. What else?”

Dazai’s voice was thick with desire, quite at odds with such a fatalistic notion. The weight of your corded braid was draped across your neck. With a rustling movement, he had risen to his knees.

“...that’s why you came here, after all.” Dazai poured his whisper into your ear. Liquid black. 

Unkempt hair brushed your skin. A pale face; his scars half-hidden beneath wrappings. Dazai’s exposed eye gazed down at you with lust. Its colour was as dark as earth whilst the iris gleamed like molten gold at its centre. His words, his gestures, his games; who could look beyond the endless depths into Dazai’s heart? No; to meet his eye was to stare down into the core of the world itself.

A pull upon the end of your hair; the vine wound itself tighter. You smiled up at him, despite the pink blotches forming on your skin. 

“Actually -” you managed, your breath stuttering, “- what I proposed - was a little death.” 

Your scalp burned where strands were almost yanked from the roots. Ignoring your hold upon his sleeve, Dazai twisted your hair around his fingers. As ever, he wove his little designs only for you to fall, ensnared in his trap. Not that you minded. If you had any intention of survival, then you would never have accepted his invitation here tonight. Easy prey. What was the point in the struggle when Dazai could so easily devour you whole?

Then the twisted cord collapsed. Your chest heaved in the quiet room. The long ribbon of your hair was still gathered in Dazai’s grip. Fiercely, he jerked your head backwards. 

“Is that all you can manage?” Warm breath curled over the shell of your ear. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin of your lobe. Bloodlust rose to the surface.

You let out a shiver of breath, rolling your head back against the covers. Dazai’s shadow fell; rippled down your chest as he leaned over the edge of the bed. His black tie swung loose; draped over your ribcage. With a brush of cool air he drew your collar away. Languorous in his movements, he enjoyed the sight of you like this. His nose grazed your bare shoulder, breath ghosting over your skin. Then - a gentle drop of his lips.

“Find out for yourself, Osamu…” 

Dazai pressed his kiss to the base of your throat like a knife. 

Hands gathered in his hair, you sighed as Dazai trailed slow, hot, open-mouthed kisses down to your jawline. Your legs writhed against the pillows. Purple wounds nicked into your skin; each mark counted and tossed on the mound of his sins. They said that only darkness flowed through his veins. Mafia black. Doomed to love as dangerously as he lived.

Dazai tasted your jaw; lingered over your cheek, his breath coming quicker. Threading his fingers through your own, he drew your arms beneath him. A feather-light touch to the pale skin of your wrists, his fingertips wandered your limbs. A tuft of dark fringe swept your chin as Dazai kissed your lower lip. Thighs clenched together, you gave another airless sigh. Your mouth chased his, body arching beneath his caress. Head turning against his own, you felt his tongue glide over the back of your teeth. 

With a creak of mattress springs, the weight upon the bed shifted. Dazai’s knee sank into the covers beside your head. Bandaged hands smoothed the hem of your dress as his mouth nipped languidly at your bottom lip.  The material was bunched together in his fist, and then he slowly drew it up over your hips. 

You gasped as Dazai broke away from your mouth. Fingertips stroked your upper leg. A thumb dipped into the waistline of your underwear. 

“La petite mort… the brief state of unconsciousness.” Dazai’s breath warmed the inside of your leg. “Only those consumed by death or desire know it…”

With one hook of his finger he had drawn the lace down around your ankles. Teeth grazed your thigh. Your chest rose and fell as he pressed a kiss to your soft, warm skin. Inching closer, closer… until he was right above where you wanted him. Your hands slipped down Dazai’s lower back. Then, the first brush of his tongue. A low moan bled from your throat. His crumpled shirt almost tore under your nails.

Dazai teased, tasted your clit; his subtle toying sent heat flaring. But one taste had provoked a deeper craving within him. Tongue flattened against you, Dazai indulged himself. His grasp upon your legs tightened until his knuckles blanched. The swill of his tongue set your tender flesh aflame. Your mouth dropped open, back curved away from the bed. Beads of sweat broke out over your forehead as you gripped the bedsheets in your fists. All you wanted was to feel his movements inside you.

As Dazai leaned over you, the fabric of his suit brushed your ear. Self-serving, of course he never gave without taking. All that mattered was the price you paid. In this position, he had you exactly where he wanted you. Reaching out, your hand brushed the rigid pleat in his trousers. Hastily, you unclasped his belt; slung down the material; drew him out. With a firm grasp you guided his rock hard cock down to your open mouth. 

Lips closed around him. Tight. With a shudder, his hips thrust forward. Dazai’s bandaged hands lifted your legs, splayed you open to swallow you whole. Fingertips buried themselves in your skin. Oh how he longed to grip them in your hair whilst he rubbed himself against your lips. Your nerves were humming; shivers shot through your limbs like electricity. The first syllable of his name collapsed into a moan which sent vibrations down his cock. He scraped the roof of your mouth over and over, until his rhythm began to stutter.

“Fuck…” you heard him choke. “...fuck… no one else can take me like you do.”

He gripped your legs higher, pulled you to him, drank you down. Insatiable. You were burning alive. Helpless, your body melted on his tongue. With a choked gasp, you clenched your thighs around his neck. 

“...wanna die happy…” Dazai’s voice was weak as he wiped his mouth on the inside of your thigh. “...so let me die between these legs, Beautiful...”

[m-jelly]

All I need - Chapter 2

@ladycheesington <3

Levi x fem!reader

Future Fic, Romance, Drama & Romance, Falling In Love, mafia, Gangsters, Love, True Love, Fluff, Protective Levi, Possessive Levi

In this chapter: Levi goes off and leaves you alone in his office. While he is gone you meet Levi's fun half-brother. You and Levi's brother have a little fun together and have lunch. After falling for his brother's teasing, Levi comes running to you before taking you to see a surprise he has for you.

Part 3

To say he was worried about you was an understatement. No matter how much Levi tried to put it off, he couldn’t any longer. As the leader of a gang that runs many things in the city, he had to attend many meetings because many people got it wrong. Clearing up people’s messes was a common job for him. He was supposed to spend every single minute with or near you.

A frustrated sigh escaped him. “Call me if you need anything and I mean anything.”

You smiled sweetly at him. “I promise. Everything will be okay while you’re gone.”

“Good.” He hesitated a moment. “You should go have a nap. Use the sofa in my office.”

“But what about my job?”

“Am I your boss?” His brow raised.

Heat spread across your cheeks as your heart raced. “Yes.”

He held your chin between his thumb and finger. “Well, I say you can. Be a good girl and do as you’re told.”

You giggled at his playfulness. “Yes. I’ll nap.”

His fingers moved to your cheek allowing him to squeeze gently. “Good girl.”

With a quick turn on his heels, Levi proceeded to the door. As soon as the door opened the loud noises of outside came flooding in. The thought of looking back at you danced in his mind, it teased him and pulled at his senses. Desire and need won over, so he turned and looked back at you to see you sweetly smiling. All he could think about as he looked at you was cancelling his meetings and staying by your side. However, that was not possible today.

You waved to Levi. “Have a great day. Make sure you drink plenty, eat and have a break.”

Love filled his heart at your caring words. “I promise.”

It was hard to watch Levi walk away and leave you all alone, but you did rather enjoy how tight and perky his ass was. Dirty thoughts filled your head as you ogled the god of a man, Levi. You turned around to face the office and felt a coldness consume you. Everywhere you looked you longed for him. It’d been almost two months since Levi walked into your life and both of you had a deep longing.

The sofa was perfectly soft when you lay against it. Levi’s scent was soaked into the fabric which just wrapped around you. You were soothed and lulled into a deep sleep full of wonderful images and dreams. Before Levi, you were always so tired and since he walked into his life it was like he had this calming effect on you. Sleep was easy now, but it would be better if he were there to hold you.

As you slept soundly a car pulled up to the building. A tall muscular man stepped out of the car with slightly messy black hair that was tamed back a bit. Piercing blue eyes scanned the building. The suit he wore hugged his tight muscles and made him look like the picture-perfect man. He carried himself well as he approached the building. The lock beeped and recognised his ID on his communicator.

He stopped a moment and looked around the room. Seeing a desk with cute things on threw him off a little, but it made him smirk knowing that Levi had a lady around. He moved to the back and was struck by the most beautiful lady he’d ever seen sleeping away on the sofa. Quietly, he moved across the room to you as you slept and crouched down. It was clear by the way he looked at you that Levi had been taking care of you and you sleeping on his sofa indicated that you meant something to him.

Feeling the presence of someone caused you to wake up slowly. It confused you a little because whoever it was had a presence that reminded you of Levi, but you were sure Levi wasn’t supposed to be back yet. As soon as you opened your eyes you felt very confused because the man looked slightly like Levi, but wasn’t Levi. They shared the same facial shape and dark hair, but his eye shape was slightly different, and his eye colour was more icy blue than steel blue. The hair was styled differently and his lips weren’t kissable like Levi’s.

You reached over and started touching the soft skin on his face. “You’re not Levi but look a little like him.”

He smirked at you. “If I said I was Levi, would I get a kiss?”

You snorted a laugh. “No.” As you sat up on the sofa you took all of him in, he seemed taller than Levi and was muscular but not as much as Levi. “Who are you?”

“Vincent Ackerman.”

Your brows knitted together. “Who?”

He rosed to his feet and smiled at you. “I’m Levi’s half-brother. We have the same father, but a different mother. Our father is so lovesick that he changed his last name to hers. She’s amazing.” He sat next to you. “Better mother to me than my own, which is why I call her mum.”

“I’m sorry.”

He chuckled. “It’s okay. I’m thrilled with my brother and new mother.”

You smiled at him. “And your father?”

“He's the head of the most powerful family in this city, well the most powerful criminal family.” He chuckled. “But you knew that.”

You nodded. “I did.”

A wonderful scent came from him when he threw his arm over the back of the sofa and shifted closer to you. “May I ask who you are?”

You gave him your name. “I met your brother about two months ago.”

“Oh yeah? Was he romantic?” His long fingers wrapped around his tie. He slowly dragged the knot down. “Did he woo you?”

Your gaze was strong as you locked eyes with him. “A rookie in training came over to my place for money, but it was money for a debt my ex racked up. He didn’t know that and didn’t give me any chance to explain because he beat me black and blue. When he returned to Levi and told him what he did, Levi came right over to me. Levi says he won’t tell me what he did to the rookie, but I can make an educated guess. Since then, Levi has been looking after me and is hunting down my ex.”

Vincent stared deep into your eyes. “You know, I can’t think of anything more romantic.”

You burst out laughing. “Right?”

He laughed with you. “My younger brother is a good lad, scary but good. He means well.” He shuffled down in his seat and got comfortable. “What surprises me is how much he’s looking after you. You must mean a lot to him.” He smiled. “I know that look. You’re going to tell me it’s not true, but trust me. I grew up with Levi. I was six when he was born and I was with him every step of life. Levi has never gone this far for a girl before.”

A blush heated your cheeks. “You’re just saying that.”

He lightly played with your hair. “Shy looks cute on you. I love my brother, so this is going to be hard not to pursue you and flirt with you. We have such similar tastes.” As he leaned his head over the back of the sofa and groaned, his hair slightly shifted off his face causing him to look a bit more like Levi. “He better not fuck this up.” He gave you the side eye. “You let me know if he makes you cry. I kick his sorry ass.”

“You’re stronger than him?”

“Fuck no, but he’ll probably let me kick his ass.” He lifted his head. “So, where is my little cute brother?”

“He has meetings today. He seemed upset about it.”

He leaned his cheek on his hand and observed you. “Probably because he had to leave you. He gets very attached to things he cares about, like his cuddly bunny when he was a kid.”

Your eyes sparkled at the information. “He had a cuddly bunny?”

“Yup.” He tapped on his communicator and showed you a picture of five-year-old Levi hugging a cuddly bunny with a tiny smile on his face, Vincent was right next to him with a big grin. “See?”

You wiggled closer and looked at the sweet picture. “Aww, look at you two. So cute. You know, you can’t tell here you have different mothers. You look similar.”

“Thanks. I like that I take after our father and not that evil creature who gave birth to me.” He held his hand up and stopped you from speaking. “Before you say anything, she used to beat me a lot and neglect me. She was awful. I love my mother, Kuchel.” He changed the picture of the whole family. “Kuchel accepted me right away and loved me like her own and still does. She’s the best mother ever. That big muscular man there with a scary angry look? That’s our dad, but he is as soft as anything.”

You giggled as you looked at the sweet family. “You all look so happy. Are you still like this?”

“Yeah, we’re thick as thieves.” He hummed. “You’ll fit right in.”

You pulled back from him. “I don’t know about that, but thank you. Oh, would you like a drink or something to eat?”

“I’m going to take you out. Not a date, don’t worry. Levi would murder me.”

You grabbed your handbag and smiled softly. “Can we go somewhere fairly normal? If you’re like Levi, then you’ll suggest fancy. He spoils me too much. I like just normal things.”

He stood up and shoved his hands in his pockets. “How did you know I would suggest a five-star place?”

��You and Levi seem a bit similar, but you’re more outgoing I think.”

He chuckled as he walked with you. “You’re right. How about pizza?”

“Yes! I love pizza.”

He offered his arm to you. “May I escort you?”

A nice scent filled your senses when you hugged his arm, it was gentle and lovely but it wasn’t as good as Levi’s. The two of you walked to his car. Vincent drove you to a nice pizza place in the city. He held the door open for you and selected a nice booth for the two of you to sit in. The two of you ordered drinks and pizza before talking together about Levi.

You gazed at more pictures on Vicent’s communicator. “He’s so cute.”

“Right?” He chuckled. “I adore him.”

You looked up at him and gently smiled. “You’re a good brother.”

“Thanks.” He released a long sigh. “Oh, I’ll message my brother we’re here so he doesn’t panic when he gets back to the office.”

“Thank you.” You downed some of your drink. “Are you all a close family still?”

“Yeah, all four of us are close and we all work together as well.”

“That’s good to hear.” You looked down at your communicator when Levi’s name showed up. “Oh, Levi’s calling.” You tapped for the video. “Hello, Levi. How are your meetings going?”

Levi softly said your name. “They’re okay, but you need to listen to me. Get away from that man. You have to get out of there, now.”

You snorted a laugh. “Levi, I know you two are close. He showed me your baby pictures.”

Levi went pink and groaned. “Tch, damn it.”

Vincent put his arm over your shoulders and leaned closer so Levi could see him. “Hello, little brother. You trying to scare this poor girl?”

“Just don’t…you…she…”

“Don’t worry, okay? I don’t steal things, you know that.”

Levi smiled a little. “Thanks. Anyway, I’m on my way back. Where are you?”

“Our favourite pizza place.”

You grinned. “It’s so delicious!”

A loving smile spread over Levi’s lips. “I’ll be there with you in a few moments, okay?”

“Sure! It’ll be lovely to see you.” Your words filled his heart with joy. “I’ll see you soon then.”

“See you soon.”

You ended the call and cast your eyes on Vincent. “What?”

A charming smirk graced his lips. “Nothing, nothing, you’re both just cute.”

You refilled your drink and ate more pizza. “Do you have a girlfriend?”

“No.” You leaned closer. “Why, do you want to apply for the role?”

You shook your head. “No thank you, you’ll just get cursed.”

“Cursed?”

A weight dropped on your heart. “I have a lot of bad luck with love. All guys I date turn into assholes and runoff, or another woman takes them.” Tears run down your cheeks. “Sorry.”

Vicent wiped the tears away. “Don’t be sorry. You deserve better.”

“Tch, oi? Hands off her.”

You turned and looked up at Levi. “Levi.” A smile spread over your lips. “You made it.”

Just a quick glare from Levi caused Vincent to move from next to you over to the opposite side of the booth. When Levi looked back at you his gaze softened. “Are you okay?” He reached over and caressed your cheek. “You’ve been crying.”

“I just…I was telling your brother that I’m unlucky with love.”

Levi sat next to you. “I don’t think you’re unlucky. I think you’re a good person. You’re a very kind and good person who bad people take advantage of.” He shuffled closer to you as his voice lowered. “But don’t worry, little bunny, I’ll protect you from the mean and nasty monsters.”

“Romantic.” Both Levi and you looked over at Vincent. Vincent smirked at you both. “You two make a great couple.”

You frowned as Levi blushed. “How did you get over there?”

“My cute little brother gave me an angry look to make me move.” He chuckled. “He’s very protective of you.”

You gazed at Levi. “I appreciate it so much. I want to do everything I can to pay you back.”

Levi held your hand. “Just being with me and letting me take care of you is all I need.” He jumped when a big dog appeared next to him. “Tch, the hell?”

You squeaked in delight. “Look at the little puppa!”

The owner laughed a little. “Sorry, Al is rather friendly.”

You gasped. “Al as in Al Capone?”

“You got it.”

You reached closer and paused. “Can I pet him?”

“Of course.”

You let Al sniff your hand and smiled when his head nudged your hand. You instantly fussed his face all over. Al moved a little causing you to lean over Levi’s lap. It brought you so much joy to fuss the soft dog and to see that the dog was happy to receive your attention.

Levi was going to tell the owner off about letting the dog loose, but as soon as he saw how much joy the dog brought you he relaxed. Levi loved dogs, but one was getting between him and you and that’s why he was a little annoyed at first. He tensed up as soon as you leaned over him, your face and breasts were close to his crotch. He was overwhelmed by your wonderful scent.

You looked up at Levi causing him to see right down your top at your ample breasts. “Isn’t he a cute dog? Dogs are so cute.”

A small strangled laugh came from Vincent. Once Levi glared at him, he covered his mouth with his hand to stop him from laughing. “Sorry.”

You sat up as your cheeks heated up when you released how close your face was to Levi’s. “Uhh, do you like dogs?”

Levi petted Al. “I do.” A few thoughts ran through his head. “Do you want a dog?”

Your eyes lit up. “I can get a dog?”

He nodded. “I can get you one. I’ll make sure he’s very trained as well.” He lightly rubbed your cheek. “Only the best for you.”

You gasped in delight. “I can’t wait to meet him.”

Excitement bubbled through him when he realised where he was going to take you next. “I have a gift for you.”

“Really?”

He got out of the booth and offered his hand to you. “Come on.”

It was like a deep instinct in you to just take Levi’s hand and let him lead you anywhere. “Where are we going?”

“Somewhere fun.”

You glanced back at Vincent as he followed. “Is Vincent coming too?”

Vincent winked at you. “Not this time, kitten. I’m heading off to work. Levi will look after you now.”

You stopped and tugged Levi a little. “Can I get your number? I want to stay in touch.”

Levi growled a little. “You don’t need his number.”

“But he’s family to you. He’s nice and I would like a friend.”

He released a long sigh. “Tch, fine.”

You took Vincent’s number and gave him a little hug. “See you soon!”

Vincent winked at you. “We’ll have pizza again.”

“Yes!”

Levi pulled you along. “Come on.”

You stumbled along with Levi. “Are we going in your car?”

“Yeah.” He opened his car door. “Hop in, my little bunny.”

The seats of Levi’s car were warm against your body. An intense smell of Levi and his cologne filled your senses, it was alluring and arousing. Levi’s scent was pure perfection to you. You wanted to be wrapped up in it for eternity. Seeing Levi behind the wheel, his hands gripping it with the veins popping a little was incredible. He had impressive skill at weaving his flying car around traffic. It was relaxing to let him drive with classical music on. You felt at peace with Levi.

Confusion and curiosity slowly settled in when Levi drove you both up to a nice part of the city where your dream home was. It started to dawn on you that you were getting close to where your dream apartment was. You flicked your gaze to Levi as multiple questions were in your mind, you just didn’t know what to say or ask first. The apartment you wanted was just in sight, but Levi kept driving, which confused you again.

Levi pulled up at a cute one-floor home, one that was bigger with a more beautiful garden and looked so welcoming. He climbed out of the car and helped you out. “This is your new home.”

Tears filled your eyes as your heart raced in your chest. “My…my…new home?”

“Yes. I’m so sorry that I couldn’t get the one you dreamed of. I tried, but someone bought it.” He released a long sigh. “I searched high and low for something similar or better. I found this one and I made sure it has everything you need.”

You stared at Levi. “Did you spend all day today doing this and not in meetings?”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m sorry I lied to you. I didn’t have a single business meeting today. I spent the day finding you an apartment and meeting with people to get it and to get the place filled with furniture, food and clothes.”

You dove into his arms. “Levi.” You clung tightly to him. “Thank you.”

He held you tightly. “You’re welcome. You ready to see your new home?”

“Yes!”

He put his arm around you and walked through the gate and up to the front door. He presented a keycard and pushed it into the card machine causing the door to unlock. With a gentle push, the door opened to reveal a roomy home all on one floor. The place was cosy, welcoming and decorated to your taste. All the lighting was soft with a warm glow. There was the perfect amount of blankets on seats and cuddly toys.

As Levi led you through your new home it was clear he had bought you the latest technology. Everything you dreamed of was now yours in your new home. He’d given you a massive comfy bed that you could just melt in. Outside was a pool along with a pretty garden full of fruit and vegetables. A gentle running of water near an outdoor seat that looked like a bed for you to curl up in looked like heaven.

Levi took your hand and took you to the kitchen. “I stocked it up. You have everything you need.”

You smile sweetly at Levi. “You want to stay for dinner?” Your cheeks burned. “The bed is big enough for us to share if you need or want to stay over.”

“If you’re happy to have me.”

“I am.” You pointed to the kitchen. “I will get dinner started. I’m going to make a nice pasta dish. Is that okay?”

Levi wrapped an arm around you. “Any food you cook will be divine.”

“You’re too kind.” Your cheeks burned a little. “Do you want to um maybe make some nice toasted bread with some olive oil and rock salt?”

He took his blazer off and rolled his sleeves off to reveal all his muscles and wonderful tattoos. “I’ll get right to work.” He started working and paused for a moment when he felt eyes on him. “See something you like?”

Your cheeks burned when he caught you staring. “Umm…yes…you…”

He leaned over and kissed your cheek. “Well, I really like what I see.”

You nibbled your lip a little. “Mm, that surprises me 'cause I’m not…I don’t feel…”

“You are more beautiful than you think.” He played with your hair. “You make my heart throb a lot.”

You blushed a little. “Mine too.” You turned from him. “We should get cooking.”

A gentle chuckle came from Levi. The two of you worked together making a delicious dinner. A divine mixture of herbs mixed in the air. It was like the two of you had been a couple for a long time. Working together to make a dinner was so natural. There was just something so wholesome and welcoming about the two of you. You slotted together like two puzzle pieces. It was just natural between the two of you.

Levi kindly set up the table while you plated up the dinner plates. Everything was set in its place before the two of you sat together and ate. As the night drew in the two of you remained together just talking and lightly holding hands on the table. It was Levi who noticed that time and that you were slowly falling asleep.

He wrapped his arms around you and carefully lifted you from your seat at the table. He carried you through the hall and to your new room. He gently woke you allowing him to present you with your night clothes. “You have to change into these, okay?”

You whined a little before sleepily changing. “Fiiine.”

Levi turned his back quickly. “You cute dope.”

You flopped onto the bed when you were done. “Mm, tired.”

“You should rest.” He helped you get into bed before he tucked you in. “Sleep well.”

A panic set in causing you to reach over and grab Levi’s hand. “You’re not leaving me, are you?”

“I just…I know you said I could stay, but I’ll go on the sofa.”

You pulled him closer to you. “Stay with me, please.”

“But.”

You gently squeezed his hand. “Please?”

He hummed a little in thought. To stay with you in bed would mean steps towards you becoming a couple, but it could also mean you being put into danger more because of the job Levi had. However, he could protect you better if he kept you closer. As his mind raced over the things he should do, he decided to stay with you because you tugged him closer and gave him a cute smile.

He released a long sigh. “All right, I’ll stay. I’ll be sleeping in my boxes though, that okay?”

“Yeah.”

You watched closely as he removed his clothes. Your heart raced at seeing him standing in your new room in just tight boxers. The muscles on Levi were beautifully defined, he wasn’t covered in too many but the right amount to show he was incredibly strong. A few scars dotted his skin and some were only slightly hidden by his tattoos. Both his arms and legs were covered in stunning artwork, and his back was decorated to perfection. Only a few tattoos graced his chest.

Levi lightly ruffled his hair before climbing into bed next to you. “Are you sure this is okay?”

You nodded shyly. “Yes, it’s very okay.”

He relaxed against the sheets. “Good. Well, I’ll shut off the light.” He gave you a little smile. “Goodnight.”

You rolled onto your side and wiggled closer to him. “Night, Levi.” You whined a little as you started to worry. “You’ll stay, right?”

He reached over and took your hand. “Yes.” He placed a sweet kiss against your skin. “I’m not going anywhere.”

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An Unhealthy Obsession-Story synopsis and requests

Brief Description:

You’re just a college student, trying to get by. Between a job you don’t care about, and lack of any relationship, there’s next to know excitement in your day to day. That might change however, when you attract the attention of a mafia family. At first, you didn’t suspect anything. Sure, you were meeting a lot of cool people in a short span of time, but nothing suspicious about that...right? 

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Suddenly, 9 yandere types become important parts of your life. And you? You’re their world. Reader will be pan in this story, and (spoiler alert) will end up with all of them. So heavy themes of polyamorous in this as well. 

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This is my first piece of writing I’ll be publishing, and it’s ambitious but. Had this idea in mind for a while. Was originally going to write it as a completely original work, with an OC to date the mafia family, but I’ve been falling into reader inserts recently. 

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What I’ll write for:

x reader stories with one or more of the characters, character interactions between multiple of these yanderes, how they met in the first place, and SFW scenes, violence, and different genres. Angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, etc, reader of any gender (please specify).  

What I WON”T write for:

I will write NSFW eventually, but for now I plan to keep it SFW. Just until I get a better grasp of writing it, and do fully plan to have optional NSFW scenes for this series later. 

Character descriptions, pictures, and roles in the mafia below. 

Characters that will be involved in this and their picrew pictures:

Clingy:

Name-Finnian

Age-22

Gender-Male (He/Him)

Height-5’7

Role-Driver

Personality-Whiney, tends to pout and has a very “femboy” vibe. Can be pretty shy, and can fall a bit into the overprotective category. He dropped out of college, since he couldn’t find a field he wanted. Pretty indecisive in general, and has only fallen in love once…he doesn’t want to again. Can be blind to his own emotions, so when he starts getting clingy he’s the last to know it’s a crush/love thing. 

Obsessive:

Name-Nile

Age-19

Gender-Gender Queer/Gender Fluid (He/they)

Height-5’8

Role-Student (College-Elementary School Education) 

Personality-They are an aspiring teacher, but get in trouble for getting on their phone. They obsess easily, but fall out of that obsession even easier. Tends to hyperfocus on something for a few weeks to months, then abandons it entirely. They fall in love all the time. But again, they fall out of that love pretty quickly. And aren’t afraid to tell someone that.

Possessive:

Name-Ireena

Age-26

Gender-Female (She/her)

Height-5’2

Role-Vigilante

Personality-Very…very aggressive. Doesn’t know how to express emotions clearly, and she tends to sleep all day, then is awake “hunting” at night. The family is really the only people that see her. And she plans to keep it that way. Even her targets don’t see her often. Almost “assassin”-like. Gets angry at the littlest things, and takes it out on her targets. Most of her targets are people that are a threat to her family. 

Manipulative:

Name-Cleo

Age-28

Gender-Female (She/her)

Height-5’9

Role-Godfather

Personality-Comes off as cold, or callous. Hides her emotions well, so no one REALLY knows what she’s thinking. Will smile and lie through her teeth to get what she wants. Even to the point of fake crying at will, if it meant getting her out of “trouble”. She’ll end up flirting, but who knows if she really means it. 

Overprotective:

Name-Tatum

Age-25

Gender-Nonbinary (They/them)

Height-6’0

Role-Bodyguard

Personality-They’re deadpan. Rarely shows emotions on their face. Has a cute side, and that just so happens to be when they see small animals. Even big animals are called “cute”. They can see a wolf bigger than them, and still excitedly call out “PUPPY!”

Sadistic:

Name-Maeve

Age-26

Gender-Female (She/Her)

Height-5’6

Role-Cop/Mole

Personality-Acts really bubbly and kind. She’s always a “good cop” in that way. However…when she does “play” bad-cop? It’s downright scary. She’ll say threats that shouldn’t grace people’s ears, all the while having a chilling smile on her face. She can be rude to her family, and threaten to lock them up on the regular. Sometimes she’ll even pull over one of her siblings, just to see them squirm. But the second they see it’s her they leave. She lets them. Lets them.

Delusional:

Name-Hunter

Age-18

Gender-Male (He/Him)

Height-5’11

Role-Reporter

Personality-Can be overbearing, but he’s always looking for a new story. That’s how he comes across, that is. He’d rather a reporter than get bored and sit through classes in college. He interviews his family's next target, who are higher profile than that of others. He’ll put himself in danger for a story, but he knows he can fend for himself. Something. If anything else, he knows how limited someone’s time on earth is if his siblings figured out who hurt him. 

Self-Indulgent:

Name-Blake

Age-21

Gender-Male (He/Him)

Height-6’2

Role-Informant

Personality-Constantly meeting/flirting with new people. He drinks a lot, goes to parties, and acts drunk as hell. But he’s really getting closer to targets. Finding out information to report back to his family, before doing it all again the next night. Even his family doesn’t know if he’s talking to targets or partying for real. Probably a little of both.

Impulsive:

Name-River

Age-22

Gender-Male (He/Him)

Height-5’3

Role-Mortician

Personality-He HATES his job. If he’s too bored he’ll not show up. Or leave early. He’ll go and gamble for hours, and return to work with his new wad of cash. He’s very…very good at gambling. Mostly because his family knows of his gambling, and pays the casinos to let him make the best bet. He doesn’t even NEED any of the money. It’s just fun. Might steal a car and kiss a stranger. Who knows with this one.

[ic3-que3n]

Nsfw Eruri week Day 3: Mafia AU. @nsfweruriweek2023

[augustinewrites]

i’m SOOOOO interested in this mafia au levi. pls any extra details i beg🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

this is so late bcs i lost it in my drafts but!! this is the gist of it:

a hitman walks into a coffee shop and orders a tea.

mafia au levi is going to be a drabble series (like the fushigojos) just a little back and forth of your everyday interactions hehe

he’s the group’s undercover hitman (bcs what else would he be?)

notices on his way back to hq that he’s also got speck of blood of his enemies (erwin’s enemies) on his sleeve and must change immediately

walks into your coffee shop armed with a gun, a luxury brand shopping bag, an assortment of throwing knives, and asks to use your bathroom so he can change

when he comes out he orders a large oolong tea (no he doesn’t want boba in it. what the fuck is a boba????)

thinks you’re suspicious because you ask him extremely intrusive questions like how his weekend was and if he has plans for the day.

thinks you must have poisoned his tea bcs when you smiled at him and asked how it was, his heart rate increased significantly.

he decides to come back the next day because your tea wasn’t awful. slowly expands his menu due to your peer pressure (stop smiling at him like that)

one day erwin comes in when levi is in (of course he keeps tabs on all his men) and tells everyone

and if the milk tea shop across the street that steals your customers suddenly shuts down? levi doesn’t know anything about it.

[jeanbie]

WORDLESS #4 ★ masterlist.

pairing: levi x reader

genre: sugar daddy & contract killer au | warnings: toxic relationships, non graphic sex | wc: 4.9k

note: hey guys, who's reading? *silence* *tumbleweed* hope u guys like it :)

★ ch1. ch2. ch3. ch4. ch5

⏤ Sometimes, saying “I love you” is inappropriate, and given your circumstances, you think it might send Levi over the edge if he hears them again.

(31) Pulling a chair out for them to sit down at the table.

Levi’s not a gentleman.

Everybody knows it, and he’s not ashamed of admitting it. Half of the time, he thinks that it’s what makes him unique, at least. If you (or anybody else, even though since you walked out on him that one time, he’s been seeing all the others less and less) were going to be with somebody, then you might as well just make it different. Spice it up a little bit.

“It will be nice.” Levi, because he’s not a gentleman, is not really listening to you. He sits behind the steering wheel and tightens his hand against the wheel, the other is on the clutch.

“Are you listening to me?”

“No,” Levi replies. He turns the corner, and the car slightly leans you to the right.

A sigh fills the car as he pauses as a set of traffic lights further down the street.

This red light drags forever, and Levi sighs instead and looks at you pointedly, “What, then?”

It takes reluctance to pull your gaze away from the pigeons near the bins on the side of the road, but you do, and you look at Levi. “I just think it will be really nice to grab dinner together.”

“We do that all the time,” Levi says.

“Yeah, but I don’t mean us, or just us,” you affirm, “I mean, like all of us. Family, I guess.”

Levi bristles. “Family? We don’t have any family, baby.”

“We do,” you moan. “I mean. Not family-family, but family. The kind of family we get to choose. Erwin, and Sasha and whoever.”

Levi nods sarcastically, “Oh. Wrong F word, Y/N, those people are called friends.”

“Oh, whatever then,” you huff, turning back towards the window. “Forget I said anything.”

Levi wants to forget, but he doesn’t. Something about that line, about the way that it stuck with him: The kind of family we get to choose. He thought about it all night, groaned, and then swore and called Erwin. Alright motherfucker, we’re going to dinner with Y/N so you better shut the fuck up, get a suit, and meet us at that fancy Gangnam restaurant.

So, it’s a Friday evening, and it feels like a Disney Channel crossover episode. Sasha definitely feels out of place in this restaurant, and Levi acts uncomfortable about the way Erwin sits opposite you, gauging your every move and word with overacted enthusiasm. Actually, all Levi is thinking about is the moment that they got here.

“Here, honey, let me get that for you,” had appeared to be Erwin’s favourite sentence to say to you; he used it when he opened the door for you, and again with the chair to the table. Erwin sat seething, almost red like a ruby. Sasha sips nervously from her glass as Erwin laughs again at something you said.

Dinner went great, he would have to admit that.

“Oh, we booked the patio for desserts,” Erwin says. One of Levi’s other friends, Mike (who honestly came to observe rather than to fill in for the surprising lack of family at this family dinner) looks left and right to each person on the table and follows the crowd as they leave for the patio once the main courses are done.

Erwin once again reaches for the door and lets you walk outside. As Levi passes Erwin at the door, he glares at Erwin with eyes that could murder. Erwin doesn’t waver but he does get the hint, even more so as you stroll towards the table. Before Erwin can even move towards the table, Levi curves in front and puts his hand on the back of your chair.

“Here you go, baby, let me sit next to you,” Levi says, dragging it out for you to sit. You watch him with one raised eyebrow but say nothing. Erwin says nothing for a few minutes but decides to get right back to it as the desserts begin. It pisses off Levi to the point where his hand leaves fingerprints in your thigh, but you can’t find it in you to be mad about it.

(32) Wrapping a blanket around them when they are sitting on the couch and watching a show.

“You gotta stop letting yourself in here, it scares the shit out of me.”

“I own this dump.”

You gape over your shoulder, “Fucker, you own this dump that you call a dump but you gave me this dump, it’s my dump, don’t call it a dump.”

“Say dump one more time,” Levi warns, shrugging off his jacket and ruffling his hair. It’s wet thanks to the torrential rain outside. His socks squelch across the floor because he left his slippers back at his place, and he’s not here often enough to have his own pair at your apartment.

The apartment is toasty and warm, the heating on high. Except the living room is chilly and dark, dark blue almost.

“What are you watching?”

Levi moves towards your bedroom but can still hear you as he moves.

“Just this show I found,” you reply, watching the screen. “Dead To Me.”

“Never heard of it,” he yawns, and emerges from the room. He’s holding a heavy blanket in his arms, moving to the living room to sit next to you. He plops next to you and glances at the screen, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders, over your head like a cocoon.

You laugh softly, shifting it off your head and leaning up against him. “It’s American. It’s got Velma in it.”

“Linda Cardellini?” Levi asks, settling back. “She’s hot as fuck.”

“I know, that’s why I thought I’d watch it, I love her,” you say.

Levi wraps an arm around your shoulder and smushes closer towards you.

“Good day?” you ask quietly.

He takes a few seconds, like he’s truly trying to think about whether he wants to answer or not.

“Okay,” he admits. “Don’t care, it’s over, I’m here, don’t wanna think about work.”

You don’t push him to talk, and instead, let him sit next to you. He likes the darkness because there’s no way you can see his discomfort, his pain, the blood under his fingernails.

(33) Throwing away their piles of tissues when they have a cold.

Levi travels for work a lot, and it’s no secret to anybody he knows. It was midday when he got a call, just a few words over the phone, and then he was moving out of the shower and into the bedroom to get ready.

He had told you to stay, stay until he got back. Unfinished business, he said, that would need dealing with when he got home. So you did, you stayed and he left, and that was that.

Levi sighs and shuts the car door. Until next time, he thinks to himself as he watches the car pull away. Frowning, he straightens his blazer and walks up the steps to the complex he lives at and enters. When he gets to his apartment, he kicks his shoes off right away and as he steps inside, he notices that the apartment is unusually silent.

Normally at his home, his big mansion that he loves up in the hills, there’s some sort of noise. Maybe it’s the sound of the TV on in the kitchen, or the bubbles in the hot tub, or the sound of Elio prowling around the bedroom. This apartment is in central Seoul, closer to work and closer to school. He hates how silent it is, how empty it feels.

“Y/N?”

There is no instant reply. He moves across the apartment, searching silently.

“Babe, you here?”

Worry bubbles in his stomach and he moves in search of you. After searching everywhere, Levi scoffs like it’s a sick joke that you’re not here, until he hears a noise, a croak and a cough from the spare bedroom.

“Y/N?” calls Levi. He moves to the door and twists the handle, and is a few shuffles inside when a grottal, gross noise emerges from the darkness.

“What?” he asks.

“I said don’t come in here,” you croak out in reply, because it’s you, and who else would it be in his apartment?

Levi enters and reaches for the light, pausing when you grunt in his direction. He can see you in the dim light of the spare bedroom, the sun outside the curtains, and he suppresses a smile.

“What happened? I said we had unfinished business.”

“I know,” you rasp. “But one of the kids in my class came to class with a sore throat, I thought I’d be fine. But, ta-da.” He can see in the light that there’s a plethora of tissues around your body, like a barrier. So many, snotty and probably damp and scrunched into balls. “Guess he had a cold.”

He grimaces, shuffling into the bedroom despite you telling him otherwise. It’s unsurprisingly stuffy in the room, a given since the room is closed off from the sunlight that bleeds behind the curtains. Like you requested, he doesn’t turn on the lights, keeping you safe in the darkness.

“Shitty kids,” Levi grunts. Finding a lack of interest in the germs that breed in the tissues scrunched into balls, he moves them from the covers and tosses them towards the small bin next to the bedside cabinet. You sniffle, snotty and stuffed, and peer from over the duvet at him.

Levi looks tired, as he always does when he gets back from work. He sports a brand new cut on his lip, one that will probably scar when it’s done showing crimson. There is blood on his shirt, and you know that it’s probably not his. That doesn’t make you feel better.

“How long you had it?” Levi asks.

“Two or three days,” you estimate. He’s been gone almost a week, the seventh day being tomorrow. “Should go soon, don’t worry.”

He smiles, “Not worried. Did you get medicine, or something?”

You sniff once, the air hot in your nostrils. “Nope. I haven’t managed to leave since I came down with it. I only went to the door to collect soup and then I went back to bed in here. And I went out to see who it was when Mike came by to get your big kitty.” Another sniff and Levi’s eyebrows raise with amusement, “Didn’t want to infect your bedroom, so I came here instead. Hope that’s okay.”

“Sure, it’s okay,” he replies. “I’ll find something for you, I’ve got a bunch of shit that might help.”

“Really?”

Levi nods, “Yeah. Stay put, buttercup, B-R-B.”

(34) Mending an item of their clothing that was ripped.

“Who even takes the subway anymore?”

In reply, Levi gets an appalled scoff. “I’m sorry, not all of us are rich enough to have fucking chauffeurs taking us places.”

“What’re you talking about, you’re rich,” Levi says, his voice kind of muffled due to the sewing needle between his teeth. He sits on the edge of his sofa, your skirt spread over his lap like a napkin at dinner. Down the leg, the seam is torn, showing what could have been an erotic amount of leg. Unfortunately, he’d only got a glimpse of your skin when you shuffled into his home.

As the CEO of ripping his clothes, Levi became familiar with sewing over the years, figuring it was less expensive to sew than it was to replace. So, of course, when your skirt got torn on the subway home, Levi tested his skills and dug out the sewing needle.

“No thanks to you,” you sigh. “You didn’t need to, by the way.”

“Need to what, pay you?” Levi laughs, sewing the seam. “Come on, Y/N, it’s overdue.”

“True, but I don’t really need your money that much anymore.”

“Funny, since you needed it when you didn’t have it,” he sighs dramatically. “Anyway, it’s barely a dent out of my bank account, I wanna spoil you. You’re welcome.”

You frown, shuffling to the couch and throwing yourself over the back so that your head is by his legs. Levi spares you a glance from the skirt and smiles, returning back to the work.

“Thanks,” you mumble. Nothing is said, but he appreciates it.

(35) Running out in the middle of the night to get a food item they’re craving.

“I think I’m pregnant.”

“What the fuck?”

Levi shoots up from bed into a sitting position, his eyes blown wide as he stares at you. Whenever Levi invites you to stay at his apartment, he always keeps a light on in the evening. His apartment is in a somewhat busier area compared to his house, which is stationed in a private neighbourhood only touched by the wealthiest of the wealthy. His apartment was supposed to be for ease, for if he had to do dirty work in the city and didn’t want to tie his name to a hotel. It wasn’t often that you stayed the night here.

In the light of the dim lamp on your side of the bed, Levi can make out your face. You’re still lying down, staring up at the ceiling. After he stares long enough, you look over at him.

“Why the fuck would you say that,” he breathes, like it’s an insult.

“Wow, would it really be so bad?” you ask, curious now.

He blinks like an owl. “Obviously, dipshit.”

Sigh. “And here I was thinking it would be like the movies and you’d love me.”

“Even if I loved you, do you think I wanna have kids?” Levi questions rhetorically, because he’s actually already talked to you about this. Levi never wants to have children. His life is constantly on the line. There is no way he’d bring a child into the world, just for them to either be used as bait, or grow up in a world without their father. He knows how that feels.

“Fair,” you reply. “Still.”

Levi shudders, it’s cold in here. “Wait, are you for real?” He shifts, the covers make a disruptive noise in the night, “what makes you think that you’re…you know…”

“I keep getting weird cravings,” you explain, like it’s the craziest science that he won’t understand. As soon as you say it, he feels almost instantly better. It’s not like cravings are the most reliable symptom of a pregnancy. Besides, you’re on the pill, and when you’re not, he’s safe. He’s not an idiot, he’s not about to accidentally ruin both of your lives with a few squirts.

“Like what?”

You shrug, “Really craving the Fairway to Heaven ice-cream.”

Levi scoffs. Actually, it’s almost a tch under his breath. “Yeah, of course, you’re craving the most expensive ice-cream. Predictable. Cute, almost.” He pats your leg over the covers, “We all know Phish Food’s the better flavour, by the way.”

“Tell that to the cravings, sir,” you reply. You frown, then, “I’ll pick some up tomorrow. Maybe I’ll dream the cravings away…”

“As if,” Levi barks, knowing you better. If he knows you at all (which he confidently does), you’ll press about this for the rest of the night until you fall asleep bored of trying. So, Levi enjoys the last few seconds inside a warm bed before climbing out, switching on the light so it burns your eyes as the room fills with it.

“Ouch, too bright!”

“Pussy,” he smirks. “Move, get your coat, we’re going out.”

“Oh yeah, at midnight?” you ask sarcastically, sitting up. “Where’re we going?”

“Ice cream,” he replies, like it’s obvious. To him it is. “That store down the road sells it and it closes at 2, so get your big coat and let’s get moving.”

“Are we seriously going to get ice cream at midnight?” you laugh, doing as he says.

“We both know you’re not gonna shut up about it if we don’t.”

Levi grabs his own coat and zips it up. Nobody’s gonna care that he’s wearing PJ’s, and even if you’re sleepy and grumpy on the way there, it’s better than keeping you at the apartment alone. He’d have to be crazy to leave you here than he is going out for ice cream at midnight.

(36) Helping brush their hair after a shower.

You’re the best he’s had, really.

Levi knows this, because he’s not stupid or blind or oblivious. Compared to the other girls he’s had, and the ones he left not too long ago, he knows how lucky he is to have someone like you. Someone who doesn’t just want him for the sex and the money. Although scary, it’s reassuring.

Levi comes out from the kitchen to the bedroom where you’re sitting, hunched over a laptop watching a YouTube video for your class that bores you to sleep. Your hair is damp and matted, left to dry as you watch. Forty minutes into an hour video. Levi narrows his eyebrows, wondering if he’d ever have the patience to watch something like that. Probably not. He barely has the patience when he works, and he has a job that demands it 99% of the time. When he can be hasty he is, but when his job is to kill and protect, patience is a must.

As you watch, Levi moves to sit behind you and he sets his chin on your shoulder, boredly looking at the screen. Your eyes are glossed over, possibly not even watching at all. Regardless, he stays there and slowly rakes his fingers through your hair, straightening out the curls that are close to knots.

He still blames the video for you falling asleep, although it’s probably his fingers. He won’t admit it.

(37) Making sure to be quiet while they’re taking a nap.

It’s not just that. Levi enjoys being gentle, but only when nobody can see him doing it. When you fall asleep, slouched over like a zombie, he smiles and gently closes the screen of your laptop. Whatever garbage your Uni have you watching can be watched tomorrow.

Until then, you must sleep. He moves the laptop away to the cabinet across the room and comes back, collecting you in his arms and moving you into the bed. Once the covers are draped across your body, he takes extra care to be quiet leaving the room and shutting the door. There’s some food leftover in the kitchen from dinner that he’ll eat before joining you, and you don’t wake up, not even when the bed dips as he climbs into it.

(38) Letting them warm their cold hands under your shirt.

Despite his work often demanding him to be around people, Levi isn’t really a big fan of crowds. If he can get out of going out in public, he will jump at the opportunity. He just can’t see why you’re so miffed about not being with the crowds of people along the Han river waiting for the fireworks- he’s got a balcony that looks out over the city and the river, so what’s the big deal?

“It’s all about the vibe,” you say with a slight sigh. Your arms are draped over the balcony banister, legs slowly vibrating in the bitter winter air. “As a broody killing machine, I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”

“That stings,” Levi replies, closing the door behind him as he wanders back towards you with a blanket. His eyes glaze over your face as he arrives and Levi rolls his eyes, “Hold your face that way and it’ll stick.”

“Heard it all before from my Mom,” you reply boredly. A quiet thanks is spoken as you take the blanket shield and snuggle closer to his chest, staring expectantly at the black sky. “What time will they start?”

Levi presses his cheek to your hair. “Considering three minutes ago it was only ten to midnight, I can safely assure you that it is not time yet.”

“I’m bored.”

“Why are you so hard to please today?” Levi groans. He wriggles around, “And don’t try me with that ‘I think I’m pregnant’ bullshit. Spare me the moody bitch performance for today, please?”

You pug to yourself. “Sorry. Sorry, you’re right. And I shouldn’t be so…I don’t know. I’m sorry. Thank you for tonight.”

Levi shakes his head slightly. He may never understand women.

“You really that mad over the bridge?” he asks quietly, his mouth against your head. It’s hot, and you lean back towards his minimal body warmth. “I’m sorry I didn’t pass your vibe check for tonight, but I thought it might be romantic or something for us to be up here.”

You almost laugh. “It is romantic. You’re right.”

Levi brushes it off. Lately something has shifted, a comfort in the air that grants you permission to be in his life as someone more important than a ‘sugar baby’. Dare he say it, but Levi actually considers you a friend. Now, you’re at the point where neither of you give much of a shit about the sugar clause you wrote yourselves into quite some time ago. An unspoken thing hangs there like Christmas mistletoe, seen but prayed away.

Distant laughter and a bang grows near the direction of the river and bridge, and Levi feels you perk in his arms. As a small warmth bursts across his chest, Levi hisses in the cold and stuffs his hands up your shirt, where they curve around your body to cheekily hold both of your boobs. You jump, because his hands are freezing.

“You’re cold!” you whine. “What are you doing?”

Levi shrugs, “My hands are freezing. I’m keeping them warm.”

You briefly glance down at his knuckles outlined by your jumper. “Oh yeah, because I’m sure that’s the reason why you’re literally groping my tits right now.”

“They feel warmer already,” he continues.

(39) Giving them your dessert when you eat out because it’s their favourite

On the rare occasion that guilt really overwhelmingly consumes Levi Ackerman, he allows his guilt to control his feet. Usually, they end up on a pathway to the bedroom, or in the car where he drives you somewhere nice, or perhaps he picks you up from school instead of cruelly leaving you to take the subway. Now that things have shifted slightly in your dynamic, Levi isn’t sure what flies as romantic anymore. He doesn’t want to leave you with the wrong impression. You’ve had the talk together, the one that touched upon what the future looked like and how quite definitely it looked as though you wouldn’t be with each other, but surely, dinner overlooking the sea in Busan isn’t too fancy or romantic, right?

“Here is your dessert.” The waiter circles around the table and gently lays a dish in front of you. Levi carefully watches over his glass of wine as the waiter also announces his own dessert, the exact same. His eyes move down to the display set before him.

He’s never really been keen on dessert, but Levi is the type of person who doesn’t enjoy the idea of one person eating when the other isn’t. So he had just ordered the same thing as you had, nice and simple, without giving it much thought.

“I love this,” you sigh happily, fiddling the metal spoon in your hand and peering up at him, “This is sick. Thank you.”

“I didn’t make it,” he replies.

You roll your eyes, spooning out some of the dessert, “you know what I mean.”

Something in the beach-fronted restaurant shifts as the sun sinks deeper into the ocean, and Levi twirls his spoon anxiously whilst observing the dessert. He’s never been a huge fan of bingsu in general, and he looks with slight distaste at the green blob on top of what looks like cornflakes. He doesn’t get it.

He dips his spoon into the dessert, taking a polite amount and very quickly taking a bite. For around twenty seconds, he thinks it’s okay, but the aftertaste makes his whole body shudder. Fucking hell, he really hates desserts.

After a few minutes, you finally move your attention away from the scraped clean dessert dish and take a glance over at Levi, who is already watching you with a lack of interest for his own dessert.

“Is everything okay?” you ask, subtly wiping around your mouth just in case. You take in the sight of his unfinished treat, “not hungry?”

Levi shrugs awkwardly, “I don’t really like bingsu.”

“Then why’d you order?” you question quietly.

“I panicked,” he replies, “you ordered it and I don’t like desserts but I didn’t want you to be eating alone.”

You pause, eyebrows quirked: “I don’t mind.”

He sighs. Of course. “Well…” He twirls the dessert dish and pushes it in your direction, “Since it’s your favourite, or whatever, you can have it.”

Your eyes light up, “Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool,” you squeal, happily taking it from him. “Thank you!”

Levi rolls his eyes playfully and sits back in his chair. Whatever he didn’t eat from the dessert he instead eats up in the sight of you.

(40) Making a goofy face until they notice and laugh.

You don’t quite know how you ended up at Levi’s work, but here you are. You could probably trace it back to Erwin swinging by to get you from school since Levi felt bad he couldn’t, and to be honest, you had been confused when Erwin drove past the turning to your apartment and kept going further into the city.

Levi’s workplace is pretty big, but still significantly hidden inconspicuously to avoid attention. As you slowly wander around the hallways, you begin to daydream about where Levi’s office may be, what he might be doing and what he might think if he sees you.

Quietly passing through what appears to be a recreation room, filled with tired faces who blink curiously as you brush by, you finally step out into a web of hallways that connect to small rooms walled in glass. Each is empty, besides one at the very end that bustles with tense conversation, and you’re drawn to the sound of Levi’s voice as it carries through the silent hallways.

You push forward, stopping not too close to the doorway so that if somebody who isn’t him happens to see you, you can make a hasty escape.

The room is filled with strange faces, strange men in tight suits and briefcases next to their feet. A man stands up beside Levi at the head of the table, his hands animated as he presses on about something you’re not well read on. Hell if you know a single thing about gun models and firing ranges. You can just about tell apart Fortnite weapons and that’s only because they’ve got colours.

Levi, however, is a sight that captures your gaze. For a while, he sits with his back turned to the man standing, his eyes observing each individual around the table, of who squirm under his watch. He eventually looks back at the man, his jawline sharp and his hair styled so that it only slightly falls into his eyebrows. God damn it, he looks sexy as hell; his shirt is black, cuffed, unbuttoned at the top revealing his skinny collarbones. He’s probably wearing the tight trousers too, the ones that make his ass look good.

A thought strikes you: how would he feel if he saw you outside? While it shouldn’t, the thought fills you with adrenaline. The idea of not him but somebody else seeing you, a girl dressed in white jeans and a red shirt, your coat discarded somewhere on an office chair. Would he be mad? Would he be turned on?

Would you die?

Deciding that the worse case scenario only involved you being yelled at, you decide to dip your toes into the water and tease the sharks; you wonder how long you can hold this silly face for until he finally notices you out there.

It seems like a long shot, and you’re quite close to giving up when finally Levi returns his attention to the table. Heads begin to move in conversation, and Levi’s gaze passes from gentleman to gentleman until they pause abruptly, locking onto you behind the glass. For a moment, he does nothing besides stare. Perhaps he doesn’t care. Then, his eyes widen, like he’s confused and alarmed and slightly impressed. Before his disturbed posture is noticed, you laugh to yourself and run away, back in the direction you tiptoed through.

(Later, Levi finds you in Erwin’s office sitting on an uncomfortable and torn armchair, a Rubix cube moving back and forwards in your hands. You’re not matching any colours. It’s going nowhere. He smiles.

“Field trip?” he questions, making your head snap up suddenly. He slides next to you on the free chair, “I’ll skin that prick alive, you know you’re not supposed to be here.”

“I know, but I’m here against my will!” you promise, putting the cube down. “I really wanted to go home. Dead To Me episodes don’t watch themselves, you know.”

“Yeah, I know,” he sighs. “I gotta go to a meeting again, then I’ll drive us home, okay?”

You nod. “I’m sorry I distracted you, by the way. I realise now I’m actually very lucky that it was you who saw me and nobody else.”

Levi laughs, kissing your forehead as he rises to leave. “Yeah, well, I’m the most dangerous guy in there, so consider yourself very lucky.”)

[this-is-krikkit]

hange, when levi finally agrees to go out with the vets: so, what's your non-Titan body count?

levi: i don't know, like, thirty

hange: oh my God, you're a hoe!

levi: how does that make me- wait, are we talking about people we slept with?

hange: yeah??

levi: oh! well, i haven't done that yet

hange: then why did you say thirty?

levi: *stands up and walks away quietly*

hange: LEVI WHY DID YOU SAY THIRTY

[heartonxions]

somebody said that levy was a “booktok” girl on those ShE FixED hiM posts that only seem to still be created on tiktok and DO WE FORGET THAT SHE ENJOYS LIKE LITERATURE AND KNOWLEDGE and NOT JUST ROMANCE BOOKS. SHE IS ABSOLUTLEY NOT A BoOKtOK GIRLIE. I HATE FT FANS.

i am not saying she doesn’t read them, but some of yall are acting like that’s the only thing she reads sometimes and i’m sickkkk of it . SICK

[sixpennydame]

I’m excited to announce that my sci-fi yakuza fic, Neon Tears is getting a new title:

Dark Side of the Moon ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

This will be changed on my tag list soon, but those of you who already asked to be notified when it’s published are good. It’s so close, friends!!

[americanphysco]

bound 1996 is honest to god one of the best movies ever made. a neo noir heist film starring a white tank top wearing cigarette smoking butch gina gershon and her absolutely badass lover jennifer tilly where the plot is that they need to scam jennifer tilly's mafia-involved husband out of a huge sum of money so that the two of them can run away together and do nothing but have sex with each other for weeks on end? cinematic masterpiece. there is no need to make another movie ever again.

[m-jelly]

hii its like the 3rd time reading ur mafia au and its absolutely my fave😭 id like to request a sick oneshot (ik u already wrote one), but more angsty. Smth like reader suddenly passes out from any sickness or smth like that and levi catches her, is worried asf

ANYWAYS ILYSM, TAKE CARE AND TAKE YOUR TIMEE💋💋

@kenkopanda-art <3

Sick bunny

Paring: Gangster/mafia Levi x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Gangster/mafia AU, fluff, romance, being a couple, worried Levi, sick reader, Levi nursing you to health.

Concept: While with Levi at the base of operations, you're feeling a little unwell. You don't say a thing because you assume it's a simple cold and you'll be just fine until you collapse into your lover's arms. Levi goes into full panic mode but is reassured by the scout doctor that you just have the flu and some rest is all you need.

Taglist: @levisbrat25 @ladycheesington @skittlelover69 @youre-ackermine @nyxiieluna @notgoodforlife @galactict3a @2moth-anon2 @nbinairyn @thebobaprincess @li-anne @demonsimp6

You gulped hard as your head felt like it was spinning. You shook your head and sighed as you tried to focus your mind. You came to a stop as Levi walked ahead. Your hand slipped from his hold making him turn and gaze at you. You looked at him as he called your name, but it sounded muffled to you.

Levi grabbed your wrist when your eyes rolled back into your head. He yanked you against him as you collapsed against him. He called your name as his head raced with thoughts. Levi thought that maybe someone had poisoned you.

He scooped you up into his arms and started running to the base. He kicked the door wide open and started shouting commands. He ran with you to the medical room and lay you on the bed. He shoved the door open to Hange's office as he panted.

Hange looked up at Levi to see his usually tamed hair was a mess, he was pale, he was sweating and he had a wild look in his eyes. "Levi?"

Levi pointed out the door and stammered your name. "Sh-she collapsed." He welled up. "My sweet bunny."

Hange was in shock at seeing Levi a mess. Hange had always known him to be a strong man who held back emotions and beat people for information. This was the first time she'd ever seen her friend on the verge of crying his eyes out.

She rose to her feet and hurried out. "I'll check her over. Don't worry, I'm sure she's fine." She ran over to you and checked your vitals as Levi paced back and forth. She released a long sigh and gazed at Levi. "It's just the flu."

Levi grabbed Hange. "Are you sure!?"

"I'm very sure."

He released Hange and started petting your head. "Poor bunny." He looked over at his friend. "Why did she collapse?"

"She has low blood pressure, which is a good thing but it means she had a bit of a dizzy spell and dropped." Hange injected you with meds. "She'll be okay."

Levi leaned down and kissed your cheek a few times. "Poor bunny."

"You can take her home if you want. She's okay to go."

Levi scooped you up into his arms and carried you to the doorway. "Thank you."

Hange smiled softly. "No problem. She needs good soup, warm drinks, nice blankets, lots of cuddles and kisses."

Levi nodded. "I'll do that."

"See you soon! I'll let Erwin know you're out of commission for a few days."

"Thanks!"

Levi carried you outside and back to his car. He placed you in your seat and drove fast all the way home. As soon as he arrived he went into full protective mode. He picked you up and ran with you inside and tucked you into bed. He wanted to cook for you and get you a drink, but he wanted to be there when you woke up.

Levi lay on his side and held your hand as he whined a little. Levi felt like a dog waiting for his owner. He wiggled closer to you and kissed your neck and felt just how hot your skin was against his lips. He slid his hand over your stomach and pulled you close. He held you and sighed.

You opened your eyes and felt a little weak. "Mm." You turned your head and looked over at Levi. "Levi?"

Levi woke up and gasped when he saw you sleepily looking at him. He called your name and welled up. "You're awake."

You hummed a laugh. "I am."

Levi held you close and showered your face in kisses. "I'm so glad!"

You giggled. "Were you that worried about me?"

"I was!" He cupped your face. "You collapsed, my little bunny."

You leaned closer and kissed him. "I'm sorry if it scared you."

"Hange says you have the flu."

You sighed. "I have been feeling a little under the weather. I'm sure you'll nurse me to health."

Levi held you close and kissed you. "Of course. You will be spoiled."

"I'm already spoiled."

He kissed you and sighed. "I'll be right back."

You giggled as Levi ran off. You lay there for a while and hummed a moment as you tuned into your feelings. You felt a weight in your body and how sick you really were. You coughed a little and groaned as you started to really feel bad.

Levi ran back to you. "I have soup! Lots to drink! Oh, and meds!"

You sat up and groaned. "Thank you."

"Careful, my little bunny! You're fragile." He put the tray down and hurried over to you. He helped you sit up. "Poor little bunny." He covered your face in kisses. "Let me help you eat and drink."

You hummed a laugh and ate what Levi fed you. "Thank you. You don't need to do all this for me."

"I do." He kissed you and smiled. "I love you."

"I love you too."

Levi cleaned your face. "After what happened today I know now that I need to take extra special care of you, my sweet little bunny."

You pouted as Levi held you and kissed the top of your head. "You're not going to go overboard and not let me leave the house, are you?"

Levi flinched a little. "....no..."

"You were thinking about it, weren't you?"

He sighed. "Maybe a little bit."

You looked up at Levi. "Darling bear, things happen. I will get sick and if we start a family, I'll get pains and sickness."

Levi shifted you and wrapped himself around you. "I'll be good. Now, be a good little bunny and let your bear take care of you."

You leaned against Levi and hummed. "Of course. I love you, Levi."

"Love you more than anything in this world."

[lighthousepigeons]

Ava: Go fuck yourself.

Eli: But I'd rather you do it for me.

Ava, flustered: What

Eli, smirking: What

Creighton, sitting on the floor eating fish and chips: He said he'd rather you do it for him.

[rebel96]

Mafia boss vibes 🤤👌

[foreverfamilyforevervongola]

Hey buddy, I hope you're good!

What would happen if Lussuria and Levi babysat all of the kids?

Lussuria definitely has the most patience, and he doesn't really lose his cool, so the kids don't antagonize him like they do Levi. Luss also dotes on them and plies them with treats. Lambo, Fran, Bluebell and Nosaru take great delight in driving Levi crazy, and if they don't cause him to try and fry them all with electricity, they consider the babysitting a failure. Futa, I-Pin and Daisy usually don't cause any trouble, unless they get roped in the antics of the others.

Luss will do hair and makeup with the girls, and Levi can usually be persuaded to play video games or soccer with the boys. Once in a while Lambo or Nosaru land themselves a room confinement or a solid smacking.

By the end of the babysitting Levi and Luss will kick back with a bottle of wine to decompress.

[romantichomicide95]

this is suuuuuper specific. but someway, somehow i am into the whole mafia au thing

but bee? you hate AUs. correction i dislike levi aus anything else is fair game as long as the personality is canon.

anywayyy, does anyone have any suggestions for any mafia AUs of literally any boy i like (levi included). preferably a multi-fic as i’ve never read one in full. where it gets specific i want a OC or reader insert where she’s feminine and lowkey kinda ditzy. if that’s possible i know that’s rare in fanfic. anyway tag me or link below.