#dom!levi
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Sweet Punishment
fandom: Attack On Titan/ Shingeki No Kyojin
pairing: Dom!Levi Ackerman x Sub!Fem!Reader, Levi Ackerman x You
summary: Reader's relationship with Levi is everything she could've asked for, he's very sweet and never gets mad at her. There's only one little rule she needs to follow, and when she fails to, then he'll have to punish her.
rating: Mature, 18+
warnings: dom!levi, sub!reader, smut, like a lot, fingering, sex, vaginal sex, dubious consent (she enjoys it tho, believe me), spanking, blood (just a little cut on the lip, but still), unprotected sex (don't try it at home lol), penetration, manhandling (just a tiny bit, she's totally fine) vulgar language?, oh yeah, choking (no passing out), orgasm denial, slight degradation?, idk, this man has me feral, NO SPOILERS
word count: 4.6k
a/n: alright alright, last episode is out, and I'm just in love with Levi so I went down a rabbit hole of smut before deciding to write something down. It's just a scrap, I haven't put much thought in it so keep it in mind. Also, English is not my mother tongue, so go easy on me. Thoughts are in italic
tags: @imlevisoneandonlywife
Part 2
Your boyfriend is just so very good to you that it often makes you question how in the world have you gotten so lucky.
He’s known to be a man of few words, a true soldier, the best in what he does. You’ve never seen him in action, of course, but you’ve heard the stories and the way they’re being told. His subordinates tell them with a glimpse of ecstatic excitement in their eyes, his colleagues with a blatant silent respect. It’s honestly mesmerizing to see the effect he has on people.
But it is nothing compared to the effect he has on you.
You don’t need to see him slaying Titans to know he’s the best. He carries it wherever he goes, whatever he does, he has an aura to him that just draws you in.
And even though he’s perceived by everyone to be just a grumpy man, you get to see his sweetest side. Once Levi gets someone close to his heart, he becomes so severely attached to them that it’s almost suffocating. He showers you with his love and attention, compliments, gifts, simple little signs of his undying devotion towards you. And even though infamously ruthless on the battlefield, you’ve never seen him upset in your regards. Not that you’ve ever given him any reason to be, it’s pretty simple to please him. He’s not even the jealous type, maybe ‘cause he’s way too confident for his own good.
There’s only one little thing that he won’t compromise on.
Since the first time you two have had sex, he’s firmly stated that he wanted to be the only one to pleasure you, that not even you were permitted to relieve the tension on your own. It took you aback a little, but since he’d just managed to make you see stars you agreed.
Honestly, that decision has never truly bothered you that much, he was definitely worth the wait.
But now, as you're home alone waiting for him to get back home, you can’t stop thinking about him, about how good it feels to have him slide inside of you, and pump in and out with that effortlessly relentless pace he usually reserves you so kindly.
You try to focus on each chore you’re on at the moment, but anytime you try your mind seems to wander on its own, and you find yourself aching for him, catching glimpses of the clock hanging in the kitchen, counting down the hours that separate you from seeing him again.
You must be ovulating, ‘cause you feel so damn empty just thinking about him, needing to be filled so desperately it’s almost funny.
“ Just hormones” you huff quietly as you finish washing the dishes “ breathe, y/n”
You’ve never actually considered breaking Levi’s rules, you wouldn’t like lying to him about it. But right now his request just seems so unreasonable.
You eye the door of your bedroom from afar.
He doesn’t have to know.
It’s just one little slip, one little sin to remove a bit of the tension and be able to ease your mind.
For some reason your heart’s racing as you tiptoe silently towards the bedroom, sitting on your bed and sighing as you remember what happened in it the other night. Thinking about it makes you feel incredibly hot between your legs. You can feel your juices stain the white cotton of your panties.
You bite your bottom lip, considering if maybe you should just get up and get back to your chores, maybe put something up in the oven for dinner.
But it’s impossible when all it takes is for you to close your eyes and you can see him, holding you in his arms, leaving humid kisses down your neck, whispering huskily in your ear all the things he wants to do to you.
“ Fuck it” you click your tongue in surrender and place yourself laying back on the center of the mattress.
It’s his fault honestly, for being so ridiculously hot and impossible to wait for. And anyway, he’ll never know. You’ll make it quick. It’s still an hour before he comes back. Plenty of time for you to get off even more than once.
So you lean back and relax.
You close your eyes and he’s there again, looking down at you with hungry eyes, touching you all over your naked body. And as you imagine his touch upon you it’s easy, almost like following his orders, scanning your hands upon the warm skin of your breasts, your fluttering stomach, all the way down between your thighs.
You get rid of your panties, breaths quickening as you can feel his tongue sucking on your hardened nipples. Your whole body is aching so bad just thinking about it, yearning for his hands on you so bad it’s almost bruising.
As you part your legs and gently slip your middle finger between your folds a sudden cry of arousal breaks free from your throat. You just wish it were him touching you, his fingers sliding silently inside of you as you're doing now, gathering your juices before slipping out of your entrance again to bring them toward your clit.
You’re so incredibly wet. He’d surely comment on it if he were here, mocking you for how desperate you look for him. It would be embarrassing if it didn’t turn you on even more. And now that your fingertips are finally massaging your bundle of nerves, that agonizing tension you’ve been feeling all day just gathers in your lower abdomen, ready to let loose.
You’ve been horny all day, so it figures that you’re already so close.
It’s shameful, but it’s true.
Your free hand grips your sheets so hard you think you’ll have to iron them again if you don’t want Levi to notice. But that’s not your concern now. You’re lost in your lust, eyes shut picturing your man sliding inside of you with his cock, whispering all kinds of dirty prayers into your ear. It’s almost as if he’s there.
“ What do you think you’re doing?”
You take a few instants to realize that it’s really him asking you that, flesh and blood in your room, standing by the door and looking at you with the kind of gaze that you’re sure would send any reasonable man a shiver running down their spine.
“ Fuck- Levi” you pant, your hand coming off of you in a spurt, hoping in vain that he won’t comment on it, that he’ll let it slide “ I didn’t hear you come in”
His silver-grey eyes don’t come off of you as you sit at attention, closing your legs and trying to gain some composure. Your mind spins so fast it takes your breath away, your heart stammering loudly in your chest as he clenches his jaw.
He’s standing there, mere meters away from you, his uniform still on, a severe expression darkening his beautiful features.
That’s impossible not to find hot.
“ Yeah, that much was clear” he hums, and by the tone of his voice it’s difficult to determine how actually mad he is, being it the first time you ever break that rule “ So this is what you do when you’re home alone, huh?”
“No it’s not like that, I was just-” you don’t know why you’re so fast at trying to justify yourself when you know full well you haven’t done anything wrong.
You should tell it to him straight. That he doesn’t own you. He might be the best fighter in the known world, a Captain of the Scouts Corp, but that doesn’t give him the right to exert control over your God damn body.
But the words die in your throat. It’s suddenly really hot in there, and you’re still very fucking horny. You’re ashamed to admit that you find yourself quite attracted to this side of him, one you’ve never had the pleasure to fully unravel.
“ Just what? Trying to have fun without me?” he’s finally moving, walking towards the chair in front of your bed, getting rid of his jacket and placing it tiredly upon it.
“ Just warming up for when you came home, honey” you sound so out of breath, and you’re trembling.
You don’t actually think he would do you any harm, and yet his eyes suggest otherwise, his demeanor exudes danger from every pore. If that’s just a hint of the coldness he carries himself into battle with, then it’s no wonder fucking Titans fall at his feet.
“ You know that’s not how it works” his voice is low, steady “ But maybe you need a little reminding”
A hint of mischief lightens up the tension, and he starts walking towards you, slow and lethal like the man you know he is.
“ I didn’t even finish, I swe-”
But you’re cut off by his sudden movement, a quick dash to get a hold of your face, squishing your cheeks together with a hand, he gives you the kind of look that shuts you the hell up and gets that familiar tickle go wild between your legs. You subtly squeeze your thighs together to give your pussy some kind of attention, disobeying right in front of him kind of getting you off now.
“ I’m the only one that can give you pleasure” he almost growls at you, and his hold is so strong it’s bruising you now “ Understood?”
“ Yes, Sir” it’s all you’re able to reply, mind too foggy to gather anything else.
But it looks like he likes it, ‘cause he lets you go, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
Levi Ackerman doesn’t smile easily. So you guess you’ll call him that in the bedroom more often.
He sits on the edge of the bed, and you’re almost disappointed, thinking he’s already done with you.
“ Over my lap” he instructs instead “ Now”
You’re kind of confused about what exactly he’s got in mind. But it doesn’t look like a great idea to ask out loud, so you find yourself complying, crawling towards him, legs a bit shaky from the missed orgasm you almost managed to give yourself.
You get within reach of him, not sure how he wants you to position yourself.
“ How do I-”
But you’re cut off again by his hand reaching for your wrist, tugging you forward, and having you stumble upon him, ending up stomach flat against his thighs. You resist the urge to whine in protest, sensing he’s not keen on you speaking up right about now.
You feel the light fabric of your sundress being roughly lifted up your ass, revealing to him your nakedness.
He sits in appreciation of the view in front of him for a few instants, and you’re feeling every nerve-ending on your body standing at attention for what he’s gonna do next.
The first slap makes your heart skip a beat, you hold your breath and close your eyes shut, and somehow you still manage to hold in your cry of pain. It’s sudden and disconcerting, and it kind of feels wrong to stay silent while he takes such liberties with your body, and yet it makes you squirm in your place to feel more.
The stinging that comes from the second one is even better, ‘cause you’ve expected it, and the high that comes next is kind of inebriating to your drunken senses.
Oh God, you’re so down bad for this man you’ll let him treat you like a disobedient child.
With the third one you can’t help yourself, you cry out in pain as the burning sensation gets your insides in a twirl, while the aching between your legs won’t stop growing desperate by the second.
“ I told you couldn’t do it” his voice is hoarse now, the sound of lust tainting it so clearly it only makes you hornier “ Don’t I give you enough pleasure? Enough attention?” he slaps you hard, and yet it’s not hard enough for you to feel the vibrations of your thighs giving you some kind of relief from the tension you’re holding up between your legs “Are you really that needy?”
You muffle a protest, almost crying from how much you feel desperate for him to touch you, but you don’t dare ask.
Luckily it’s like he’s in your mind, ‘cause you feel his hand suddenly stopping from imparting you that sweet punishment, only to make its way between your reddened thighs, finding your liquids covering their insides, and it’s so good to hear a falter of genuine stupor in his voice as he appraises how wet you are from what he’s doing to you “ Fuck, you really are, aren’t you?” he murmurs, and you can almost feel him licking his lips as he comes to touch your hole now, finding it drenched with your juices “ You’re a fucking mess”
You really are. Your liquids are audibly enveloping his fingers as he sinks them deep into you without much effort, your walls sucking him in. You let go of a sigh of pure ecstasy as you finally feel him fill you up as you’ve longed for all day long. It’s not enough, you want his cock balls deep into you, but you don’t think you’re in the position to make any requests right now.
His desire is undeniable at this point, you can feel it poking at your stomach as he starts pumping his fingers into you, so slowly you’re sure he wants to kill you with this fake kindness. Having his erection pressing into you like that is torture too. He must know that’s what you want. Heck, he seems horny enough to give it to you now, and yet he refrains. What is he up to?
“ You’re so fucking spoiled” he comments as his fingers start pumping at a much higher pace, getting to that spot inside of you that he knows how much you like “ Can’t even wait an hour for me to get home, huh?”
You’re so undeniably turned on, and yet some kind of rebellious part of you hates to let him know so blatantly, and has you trying to refrain from making too much noise. But it’s almost impossible. It would be so much easier to say you’re sorry and have him shift back into his normal tender self, but you’re high on this, and it feels like a waste to have it stop right now.
“ What’s this?” he asks, his tone slightly irritated by your sudden attitude, and you have to put all your efforts into stopping yourself from whimpering when his hand slips out of you so suddenly it makes your whole body shiver “ The silent treatment?”
He reaches for your lips with his other hand, the one that’s not covered in your liquids, and he parts them slowly. You’re too slow to realize what he wants to do, and before you know it you’ve got his thumb inside your mouth and the rest of his fingers holding your neck, lifting you from where you lay on top of him, making you look into his dark grey eyes.
“ Apologize now, and I’ll be gentle”
You don’t want gentle. Not anymore. And neither does he. You can see it in his eyes, he’s hungry for more, he just keeps it together better than you ever could.
“ You fon’t- owm’e” your muffled words were meant to sound challenging, but your eyes, you’re sure, they’re begging for him to fuck you, and this facade of yours is practically ridiculous.
You know ‘cause his smirk is chilling, amused by your pathetic attempts at making this interesting, when really, all he wants is for you to beg him to give it to you.
“ We’ll see about that”
He shoves you back down on the mattress, slipping his thumb out of your warm mouth before getting up with his knees pressing down on the bed and going for his belt, and you can’t help your eyes from lingering on his hurried movements as he lowers his pants and boxers just enough that you can see his cock finally popping out, and it’s so hard it’s almost threatening.
You knew he was just as impatient as you were, finding you getting off on your bed with his name probably escaping your lips must’ve been a treat he wasn’t expecting to stumble upon. But seeing it made you even more eager to feel it inside.
He crawls on top of you so that he’s all you can see, but he’s all you can ever see when you’re this horny.
You lunge up towards his lips. He still hasn’t kissed you, and by now it feels natural to want to, but he dodges you, making you almost pout in response.
“ There are no kisses for bad girls”
That’s so unfair you almost give in on the spot, the apology nearly rolling off your tongue so that you can be able to taste his inside of you.
Instead, you start kissing his neck, but he takes you harshly by the throat and presses you hard into the mattress.
Fuck him, he’s playing dirty.
He presses a knee down between yours and has you part your legs so easily it’s freaking frightening. If it weren’t for the fact that he lowered himself upon the skin of your neck, pressing his cock on the center of your cunt you would be complaining to yourself about how much control he has over you. But you like it too much to really care.
He starts kissing your neck slowly, so slowly it feels like torture, and his hips start rutting against your dripping core at the same dangerous pace. He can kill you with all of this, gentle when you want hard fucking and bites and marks to last for days. And yet it’s enough pressure, enough contact to leave you on the edge, enough to feel like crying with frustration. He’s already brought you so close with his hand before, and you almost came on your own before that, you’re practically holding on for dear life at this point.
“ Levi-” you can’t help but sob in his ear, feeling his breath grazing upon your warm skin as he answers you, his voice a delicate purr:
“ Yes?”
“ Please- fuck” you beg, dignity be damned. You’re a whore for this man, who are you even kidding?
“ Please what?” his tip is slowly pushing inside of you, only to slip out again as he teases you, and you think he’s never been so damn cruel to you in bed. It’s intoxicating how much you’re liking it.
“ Please, please, Levi, fuck me” your voice is so distorted by need that it’s practically unrecognizable, and the kind of chuckle that he ghosts upon your skin when he finally decides to stop playing with you would have your blood run cold, wouldn’t it be for the hotness of being surrounded by him with so much desire.
“ As you wish” he only says, before finally sliding his whole length inside of you, one deep thrust and you’re fucking screaming into the void of the room, clinging to his back and begging to the Gods above for it to never stop.
He’s finally fucking you as you wanted, deep thrusts crashing against your aching clit, your juices dripping down on the freshly clean sheets of your bed to create a pool of delicious wetness beneath you two.
He raises, towering over you, and he’s just so damn beautiful that he looks unreal.
“ Apologize” he orders again, this time you can hear the slightest little falter in his voice as he pumps in and out of you without mercy, still holding you down against the mattress by the neck.
Heck no.
You can’t risk this stopping now that you’re finally filled with him, now that you’re so close to getting what you’ve wanted all day.
You find the strength to shake your head no.
You catch a glimpse of indignation glinting in his eyes, something so fleeting it’s gone in an instant, but it’s impossible to feel scared when every single movement of his is sending shivers down your spine, and each thrust against your clit brings you one step closer to fucking paradise.
You’re already so close, and you’re so drunk on pleasure that you’re way past feeling shameful for it. You’re a babbling mess and you just love it.
“ Don’t you dare come” he threatens. His voice rasp, his breaths quicker and you feel something twist inside of you. He can’t do this to you. He can’t play with you like this. It’s simply evil.
“ Please” you whine, your voice a whisper, your eyes teary, his hold on your neck starting to limit the amount of air being able to reach your lungs. You feel like passing out like this would be heaven on earth. But you want to cum first.
He can’t rob you of it, not after all that you’ve let him do to you today. So you’ll come and hope for dear life to be able to refrain yourself from making it obvious.
You can feel your walls clenching around his cock, any thrust of his could be the last one, before-
Fuck. He can’t be serious.
He slipped out while you were almost there.
He’s nuzzling his nose against your neck, leaving little bites on your impatient skin as you cry, only able to complain.
“ I know you too well by now, love” he murmurs silently on your skin, his hand on your throat finally coming off, making you able to breathe in properly “ I can feel when you’re close, you can’t fool me”
He raises his silver-grey eyes upon you, and they’re filled with dark intents, so dangerous that your heart skips a beat.
“ Now apologize” his voice is firm, and his tone is so low it almost feels like a threat. This time, you know, if you don’t he’ll walk away on you. And you can’t have it.
“ I’m sorry” you finally give in, tears running down your cheeks, a pathetic mess, desperate to feel your man filling you up with his cum “ I’m sorry, Levi, please”
He sighs as if annoyed by all of this.
“ Will you ever disobey me again?”
“ Never, fuck- I swear” you’re too fast to shake your head no to that, giving him up any control he wanted over you and your body “ I will never touch myself again, I promise, Captain”
Much like the ‘Sir’ you had uttered before, this too sends a proud little sparkle flying in his irises, and at that he falls apart too, kissing your neck violently and sinking inside of you again, revealing himself just as lost in his desire as you are.
“ You’re so hot when you beg me” he chants upon your skin and you shiver as he bites your neck and sucks onto your tender skin, making you moan his name so loud you’re glad you don’t have any neighbors “ I love it, fuck- I love you”
It’s not often that Levi throws those words at you, and any time he does it feels like you’re golden in his hands, like you’re the last meal for a starved man.
His pace has become relentless, and it’s breaking you apart.
You meet his eyes, and this time around there’s no more coldness in them, no more anger or attitude of any kind, his features have softened underneath the burden of pleasure, and his eyes are so full of love it makes you hold your breath and cross your legs around his waist, keeping him so close you can feel his heart beating underneath his chest.
At times like this you can’t believe he’s yours, can’t believe you get to be fucked by the best soldier humanity has ever seen. You’re blessed. So what if you can’t touch yourself? All of this is just so worth it.
“ Can I kiss you now?” you ask, breathless.
He looks down on you with a hint of stupor, as if he were surprised that right now, a step away from your orgasm, you still look for his lips. And then he crashes down upon you, kissing you as if he hadn’t in years, as if there is no one else in the world.
You’re washed over by a sense of ecstasy, it runs throughout your whole body as you chase your relief, and when you finally break apart, you start shuddering against him, crying his name in his mouth, thanking him for everything he’s making you feel.
“ That’s it” you hear him in the background of your pleasure, praising you upon your feverish skin “ my good girl”
And then he kisses you again, this time violent, ravenous.
As you slowly come down from your high a sudden pain makes you realize he’s bit your lip, and by the drops of red staining his mouth when he parts from you you think he’s cut it, his hand clasping around your neck again, his brows furrowed, his eyes upon you.
“ You’re mine, yeah?”
He asks it with a verge of doubt, a vulnerability he rarely grants himself, usually when it concerns you.
It makes your heart ache and you kiss him again, the ferrous taste of your own blood corrupting the delicious one of his lips. You find it astounding that he even feels the need to ask you this, especially after all that has just occurred, the way you’ve let him dispose of you. Whose else would you ever be?
“ Only yours, Levi Ackerman, always”
“ Fuck- I’m so close” he pants.
“ Cum inside of me” you beg him quietly, and he sets you free of the hold on your neck and crashes down on you, slipping his arms under your shoulders and keeping you so close to him he could probably break you.
“ You want it in your pretty pussy, huh?” he asks, his voice croaking with pleasure, it almost breaks from how close he is.
“ Yes, Sir”
That seems to do it, ‘cause he lets out the kind of groan you’ve learned to recognize as he holds you to him, his movements erratic, his breaths hot and heavy against your neck, through your hair. He slams a hand on the headboard to keep himself steady, and you see his face twist deliciously as he’s overcome with pleasure.
“ Fuck” he swears as you feel his hot seed springing into you, filling you up as you’ve longed for, and it’s just perfect. You love feeling him emptying inside of you, it makes you feel fulfilled. It drives you.
He towers above you for a few more instants, his heavy breaths crashing down on you, lips still red from your blood. Then he comes collapsing beside you, still dressed in his uniform, even though some of his buttons have accidentally been undone in the heat of the moment.
You lay silently for a while, the high of passion slowly taming as you both wrap your heads around whatever has just happened. You’re kind of shocked. You honestly did not think you would be into any of what’s just occurred, but he’s just too hot to be denied.
“ Maybe I should try to masturbate more often” you casually throw the words in the silence of the room, hoping to elicit a laugh from him.
Long shot.
“ Don’t you dare” he threatens instead.
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warnings: rough sex, cockwarming, slapping, choking, not proofread at all.
Levi’s punishments always excited you. You’d find any excuse to misbehave so that he would drag you into his office. “You think just because you’re pretty I’ll go easy on you?”. He’d have fistfuls of your hair as he pinned you against the wall, your hands would be roughly thrown behind your back as he asserted his dominance over you. Your body would feel a mix of fear and anticipation as the intensity pulsated through your body. “Think you can disrespect your Captain like that? Such a fucking brat” he would growl, his breathe hot against your skin. His grip is rough and you’d enjoy it. “You think I’m pretty Captain” you’d retort testing his patience.
“You think this is funny? I’ll show you what a brat like you gets for being disobedient.” His grip on you would grow tighter as he dug his nails into your skin before ripping off your clothes. “So damn needy for my cock huh? Always getting yourself in trouble just so I can punish you?” He’d say as he pulls his cock out, rubbing it against your slit. You’d moan out in his ear “I like the way you punish me Captain.” His lips would kiss you roughly, biting at your lips until they’re red and sore. He’d lift your body up forcing himself inside you, he’d sit there for a moment. Not moving, warming his cock inside you.“Pl-please Captain.” you’d beg. “Be a good girl and beg. Tell me how bad you want my cock”
“Need you, want you to fill me all the way up please. I want you Captain, want to feel you inside me”
“Brat” he’d mutter as he fucks you raw against the wall. You’d try to touch him but he’d slap you away, one hand at your throat surely leaving a mark around your neck. Squeezing gently just enough for you to need to catch your breathe.
“You like the way I fuck you huh?” He’d bend you over his desk, the wood rough against your skin. He’d grab another fistful of your hair, pulling your head back to look at him. “Look at me and say you like the way I fuck you slut.”
“I like how you fu-fuck me Levi.” He’d caress your face with his other hand before slapping you. “It’s Captain. I like the way you fuck me Captain.”
“I like…ahhh… I like the way you fuck m-me Captain.” the pleasure courses through you, the sting of his slap exciting you further. The pain of the wood against your skin and his rough thrusts put you in a head spin. You close your eyes and your body starts to shake, he wraps a hand around your body and starts rubbing your clit as you cum all over his cock. “Fucking slut, coming undone so easy like that? I’m not finished.” His thrusts would get tougher, his hand pulling you all the way back by your hair, “Look at me.” he’d demand and you’d open your eyes. His eyes are dark and menacing. He’d let go of your hair pushing you further into the desk as both hands grabbed your waist as he ruts into you harder, his pace quickening until he cums inside you filling you up. “Act out like that again and next time I won’t be as gentle.”
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enemies with benefits
summary: unresolved sexual tension between you and levi cause trouble in the workplace.
warning: dom!levi, sub!reader, cursing, levi being mean to the reader, spanking, choking, multiple orgasm denials, overstimulation, hair pulling, biting, fingering, dacryphilia, oral (fem receiving)
word count: 2.4k
your relationship with levi is a complicated one. you respect each other as captains, but when it comes to tolerating each other you just can’t. you both have sour attitudes and it makes being in a room together almost impossible. to make matters worse you can never agree on anything. it infuriates erwin, but he insists on pairing you up until you can eventually work through your hatred. he claims that you sometimes have to work with enemies to achieve a greater goal.
amongst other things you know there’s some unresolved sexual tension between you. it’s obvious how he will always stare at you and pick fights for no reason. you’re to blame, too. you like to get levi all riled up. you enjoy watching his nostrils flare when he’s had enough of your banter. and the bass in his voice when he would yell at you was sexy, you can’t deny it.
even hange has had enough of your banter. you both follow the section commander to a spare office and are instructed that you’ll both be relieved of your duties until you can work together properly. with that the door closes. levi, being obsessed with his work, is desperate to fix the issue between you.
“are you happy now?”, levi crosses his arms at you. his tone sends shivers down your spine. you hope you can rile him up enough to make him act out of character. with the exception of you, levi is always so composed. he doesn’t let many things bother him to the point of making it noticeable. but he can’t help it with you and you love it.
“what do you mean, captain?”, you ask innocently. there’s a smile on your lips as he glares at you. he knows you’re mocking him by using a title you both share.
“you’re infuriating”, he tells you. levi glares you down as he comes close to you. “if you have something to get off your chest you better say it now”, he threatens. there have been so many unspoken words between you and levi. so many questions that needs answers. why had you started to hate each other in the first place? you’re not sure, but that’s how it’s always been. he’s wants answers, needs answers so he can get back to work. but you’re not one to make things easy for him. instead, you tilt your head and act like you don’t know what he’s talking about.
he stares daggers into you. levi isn’t in the mood to be playing around. his hand finds your neck and holds it in a firm grip. levi presses forward until your back is pushed up against the wall. you fail to hide your smile as you bite your lip. he’s getting mad. how exciting.
“stop acting like a brat if you know what’s good for you”, levi growls. you can’t help but let out an amused hum.
“this isn’t much of a punishment, levi”. your voice is velvety as his name spills from your lips. “if you knew me at all you’d know i like being choked”, you laugh at him. this sets him off. his efforts to make you crack are backfiring. your smart comments are infuriating him to no end.
“punishment?”, he laughs with no humor behind it. “is that what you want?”. your eyes light up as his become darker. you’re a sucker for a good discipline now and then. with how much you and levi fight- it’s long overdue.
you squeeze your thighs together subconsciously. it’s not missed by levi. he lets go of the grip he has on your throat but quickly busies himself with tugging your brown scout jacket off your shoulders and undoing the straps of your uniform. the action turns you on, but also puzzles you. he should be giving you a piece of his mind, but instead he’s starting to undress you.
“what are you doing?”, you question. you’re not trying to stop him by any means, especially since he’s now roughly pulling your pants down your waist, but you’re not sure how taking off your clothes is a punishment. levi ignores your question. he crouches down and forces you to step out of your tight jeans.
“you look nice on your knees”, you tease. levi throws the article of clothing behind him.
“shut up”, he orders you. when he makes eye contact with your heat he can already see a pool of arousal on your panties. you weren’t lying when you said he was attractive when he gets angry.
he scoffs at the sight and rolls his eyes. “you’re pathetic”. he wastes no time in pulling your underwear down and lifting one of your legs over his shoulder. before you can muster a response to his insult his tongue is already on you. it’s warm and wet and harsh as he immediately digs in. his pace is rough and fast, licking you as if he’s a starved man. he’s being selfish, taking what he wants for his own pleasure.
levi digs his fingertips into your thigh as he holds it around his shoulder. you mewl as you feel him on your skin for the first time. his grasp hurts so good. hopefully he leaves bruises. surely this is not what hange means by “working together”.
as you sink into the wall your hands find purchase in his hair. it’s the perfect length for pulling. the action causes a low groan to escape levi. it’s the deepest, most enticing and dangerous sound you’ve ever heard.
levi’s tongue moves to your sensitive bud. he decides to torture you. licking, slurping, sucking, biting… no action is done for too long, which makes you crave him even more. you curse under your breath. no one has ever made you feel so good so quickly. it’s almost scary how fast levi is working your body to the brink of an orgasm.
you gasp as levi surprises you by sticking two fingers into you. you’re so slick that he enters with ease. he’s not gentle as he pumps his digits into you repeatedly. his fingers alone are stretching you out so nicely. the feeling makes you dizzy. the erotic sound of your juices against levi’s soaked fingers ignites him. as much as you try to hold it back, a moan escapes from you. one thing you hate more than levi himself is his arrogance. you’d do just about anything to humble him. he already knows how good of a soldier he is, he doesn’t need to know he’s talented in other aspects as well.
levi chuckles against you. you hate that you’re stroking his ego, but he’s just so good at satisfying you. the vibrations cause your legs to shake. it hasn’t been that long and you’re already close to coming. how embarrassing.
“levi”, your voice is filled with need and desire as you warn him about your impending release. he continues his actions, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. you're chanting his name over and over again as you hiccup between breaths. your toes feel hot, you're so close.
just as you’re about to let pleasure take over levi removes his fingers from your tight walls along with his lips. you gasp as the euphoric sensation starts to slip away. “no, no!”, you beg, trying to chase the feeling. your chin touches your chest as you look down. you rake your hands through levi’s hair, pushing his bangs back so you can get a better look at him. his pupils are blown out, lips swollen and cheeks red. his chest heaves up and down as he catches his breath.
you realize he edged you on purpose, this is the punishment he was talking about earlier. “you asshole”, you weakly whine. your insult is met with a firm slap on the outside of your thigh. you groan in dissatisfaction as the feeling of your orgasm washes away before you have a chance to enjoy it. you squirm in his grasp. levi bites your inner thigh as a warning. he fucking bites you.
“i never said you would enjoy this, did i?”, he asks, voice hoarse. you whimper.
levi tortures you by bringing you to the brink of an orgasm before ruining it two more times. the feeling is so intense he has your legs trembling by the end of it. you feel the burn in your abs as they tighten repeatedly. the leg that’s thrown over levi’s shoulder is sore from the position. he’s wearing you out on purpose.
you push levi’s head away as he disrupts your release yet again. “s-stop”, you cry out. truthfully, you wanted him to keep going, you just wanted his teasing to come to an end. levi pulls back to see the state he’s left you in. your body is twitching, chest rising and falling as you try to catch your breath. tears are brimming your eyes at your multiple denials of finishing on his tongue.
levi gives you a break. he stands and watches as your knees buckle under you. he’s quick to hold you up, looking over your face with his neutral stare. you look ruined, so pretty.
“you can handle more, can’t you?”, levi torments. you whine and shake your head. the thought of another edging causes a tear to slip onto your cheek. you’re so desperate. levi watches the drop fall lower and lower against your skin. pleasuring you so well that you cry? the thought turns him on even more.
“please let me come. i’ll do anything”, you beg. levi tilts his head and narrows his eyes at you. he doesn’t believe you. he can’t name a time where you’ve followed his direction, so why would he trust you now?
“we’ll see about that”, he mumbles as he brings you to the desk in front of the large window. levi bends you over the wood until your chest is pressed against it. you catch your breath as he shuffles behind you. your arousal pools again as you hear a zipper being pulled down. levi strokes himself for a moment as he watches your slick coat your inner thighs. you complain that he’s taking too long and squeeze your legs together. he holds back a moan as more of your slick slowly slips out of you.
“don’t be so impatient”, he scolds. levi’s grip is harsh as he holds onto your hip. his member teases your entrance. you could scream. you need him so bad.
“levi, i swear- oh!”, your breath catches as he pushes himself halfway into you. your eyes screw shut at the feeling of him stretching you even further than his fingers. he’s so thick. you feel so good wrapped around him. after giving you a few moments to adjust to his size levi pulls out before pushing back in, even further this time. you hum as the pain turns into pleasure. your hamstrings smack against his quads as levi sets a steady pace. he watches the ripples spread across your backside every time his hips make contact with yours. you can hear levi’s deep breaths from behind you.
“for someone so small i didn’t expect you to be this big”, you let out an amused laugh. the backhanded compliment makes levi snap. he’s been somewhat forgiving with you, but not anymore.
“god, you’re so fucking annoying”, he groans as he snaps his hips into yours. you mewl at the change in pace. levi presses a hand in the center of your back, keeping you from moving as he drills into you now. his breaths become labored as he pounds you.
“such a smart ass. can never shut up, can you?”, he asks rhetorically. levi’s had enough of your attitude. he’s taking out every moment of anger he’s ever had with you right now. he wants your brain to melt. it’s the only way you’ll listen and obey him. he wants his name to be the only word you can think of.
levi can barely hear you crying out for him over his thoughts. “too much, -s too much”. you desperately try to get air in your lungs. your hands reach behind you to weakly push against his hips. he mercilessly holds your wrist behind your back in a tight grip.
“you’re gonna take it”, he orders you. you whimper as you feel your orgasm approaching. you’re hoping this time he’ll let you experience it. you nod, agreeing with him for the first time.
“so you can be obedient”, he laughs as he mocks you. “wouldn’t know since you’re always defying me”. if disagreeing with levi is what brought you here you’d definitely be doing it in the future.
“got nothing to say now, huh?”. you couldn’t talk if you wanted to. the only sounds you could muster out were moans and whines and whimpers, which is exactly what levi wanted. he decides to have some fun, wanting to push you through your brain fog.
“i’m talking to you” he says darkly, delivering a loud slap to your ass. you yelp in surprise and pleasure. your skin stings where his hand made a print. your body jerks under you, on the edge of a much needed release. his pace doesn’t falter as you clench around him.
“levi”, you whimper, your way of asking permission. he grants it to you and you cry out as he fucks you through your orgasm. it’s intense, making up for all of your failed ones. your vision goes black for a moment as you’re consumed by the feeling.
levi curses as his abs tighten up. he leans his weight on you, head against your shoulder as he his hips snap into yours. his bangs stick to his forehead. he’s used up so much energy. you let him use you as you come down from your high. he whimpers as he pulls out of you at the last second, coming on your ass and thighs. you sigh in satisfaction. his heart pounds as he pants on top of you, completely spent. levi’s body weight grounds you, bringing you back from your euphoric state.
eventually, levi stands up and tucks himself back into his pants. he pulls up the zipper and adjusts the straps of his uniform. his hands rake through his hair, making it fall how it normally does, although now he has some extra volume. unlike levi, you’re slow to get up. once you open your eyes he’s already making his way towards the door.
“get dressed. we have work to do”, he says in his usual unamused tone before leaving you to deal with the mess.
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It was an accident I swear!
Levi × afab reader
Warning: Slight somnophilia, consent given prior, tail penetration, degrading, kinda mean!dom!Levi
The slight wind coming from the open window was comforting. Especially to Levi. He was so nervous to be thus close to you but eventually slept. What did he forget to tell you was that his tail moves in his sleep. It's a weird occurrence, but it's something that happens
His tail moves slightly down your torso while you silently sleep. It moves lower and lower until eventually it's between your legs. While still asleep, you feel something move, so you shoo it away. But not successfully, it still moves lower and lower closer to your heat. Finally, it reached its destination. Your warm, slick heat. It dives under your panties, dragging along your clit, but not enough to create some stimulation. At this point, you were half awake from the moving of your garments. Finally, it rubs, trying to get closer to the source of heat. Unknowingly rubbing your clit simultaneously. It moves in happiness being so close to heat. At this point, you were starting to gain consciousness. The fogginess of waking up made you grind on Levi.
At full consciousness, you realize what's happening. But it's too late before you reach your orgasm. After you reach your first orgasm for the night, the tail starts to recede from your panties. Levi also started to wake up from all of the commotion. Then, the strong smell of arousal hit his nose. He looked over to your side of the bed and saw you basking in the afterglow of your orgasm. His pajama pants started to grow tighter the more he looked at you. You looked back at him.
"What was that?" Levi's gave grew hotter and tried to run out of bed out of embarrassment. He failed miserably, and his face hit the floor. More white hot embarrassment hit him. He started stuttering apologies until you shut him up.
"Levi. It's okay, I enjoyed it. " He looked up at you from the floor. And tears started to flood his eyes.
"You're not playing any jokes on me. Who would like that from an shitty Otaku?" You slide off the bed and shush him.
"Levi, listen. I want you." You gave him a smile with lustful eyes. It was like a switch flipped inside of him. All of a sudden, he kisses you roughly.
"You don't know how long I've waited to hear those words." His hands started to roam your body while his mouth was busy with yours. He picked you up to drop you on the bed - Not really drop you on the bed, but nore like a gentle lay - He then pinned your hands on the bed so you couldn't escape his grasp. You tried to undress him, but your hands were pinned.
"You want some of this?" He said, connivingly - Is that a word? - Like he was trying to deny what you wanted. He bent down kiss your jaw, then your neck, all the way down to your pajama pants. He looked up for permission. Once it was granted, he went to town. He pushed those panties aside and started to eat you like it was his last meal. Honestly, you could've mistaken him for Beel with how good it was. You were close to reaching your climax until he stopped. You whined and begged for him to continue, but he was too busy watching your hole contract over nothing.
"I want you to come on my cock." You watched as he sat back on the bed and unbutton his pants "Hop on it." He smiled wickedly. Your mouth watered at the girth and length of him. You wasted no time to get him in you. The stretch was delicious. Once you bottomed him, you started riding to your desired pace. He wasn't really satisfied with it, so he grabbed your hips and thrust into you. Moans and the sound of skin slapping were reverberating throughout the room.
"Mhm, your dick is so good. So good for me and just me." Rocking your hips against his.
"N' this pussy is just for me, right." He locked eye contact with you before looking down and suckling on one of your breast. "Right!" He growled, slapping your ass. You nodded quickly.
"Only for you, sir!" You rocked your hips faster, reaching close to your climax.
"Are you about to come?" He started to thrust harder. "You're really about to give your come to a nasty pervert. You're more of a slut than I thought." He laughed sickeningly. You clenched at him taunting you. "You really are a whore. Clenching at my words. If you're gonna come do it" You squeal from your orgasm. But he hadn't come yet. He started to thrust even faster, chasing his own high, not even caring about overstimulating you. "Im gonna come inside you and give you my babies." He whispered in your ear before laughing. His thrusts slightly stuttered as he reached his own climax.
You both tried catching your breaths before Levi realized what he just did. The tip of his ears turned red in embarrassment.
The next morning was a mess. Everyone heard the both of you, due to the paper-thin walls. Lucifer was teasing the both of you until Levi ran into his room.
This will happen again the following night
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The Promise | Levi x You
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Minors Do Not Interact, NSFW, SQUIRTING, Being honestly, truly nasty as fuck, dacryphilia, anal play, impact play (one consensual slap), vaginal fingering, degradation, Levi & Reader are switch.
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A sheen of his own pathetic saliva catches the glow of the room’s light, clinging to his chin with glazed eyes barely open in shock.
Your fingers still sopping wet from the gag you forced into his smart mouth, throat desperately constricting, lashes laden thick with his tears that are now yours as you delicately lick them away, sliding one by one down his flushed cheek.
Somehow he still won’t shut up.
But could you really say you want him to? Every word dripping off his tongue carried by his dark voice has you writhing for more. More friction. More of his touch. You’ll take it all. And you do, because you’re his…
“Sweet girl,” he raggedly breathes out into your neck, stuttering breaths against your skin betraying his own power struggle for control again. He’s actually trying to compose himself. He’ll pay for trying.
His jaw unbearably shakes with anticipation once you temporarily withdraw your urges to overpower him. Adrenaline seeps into his brain. Maybe he can win. Just this once. You’ll let him think he can. It’s half the fun after all. You can be sweet…right?
His burning skin is still pressed behind you, spooning you on the bed, arm snaked underneath your knee, folding it to your chest on your side. The forced vulnerability of your pose makes your mind reel, plunging you into the security of your own yield.
“For you, I’ll try.” Feigned meekness isn’t your strong suit, but it’s music to Levi.
“You don’t have to. Not like this,” he gathers up what you’ve offered you both so far, gently smearing your slick over your lips, painting you.
He has an obsession with the high of your body. The smell, the taste. He offers it to you and your lips part. His eyes never leaving yours with pupils blown wide like dark pools.
As soon as you begin to sink into submission, getting lost in his control, your eyes snap open and you call his game off. You quickly reach up and snatch his lower jaw through his lips, curling your fingers around his bottom row of teeth, holding him hostage and his eyes plead for mercy.
You sit forward pulling his entire body up by your bit. He shamelessly whimpers in your clutch, scrambling into a kneel before you, sitting on his feet with back arched in a sharp bow as you tower over him now.
“That’s right, Levi. You’ll get this pussy, if you make due on that promise. Now what’s my baby going to do.” His cock throbs untouched and he’s just as wet as you now. Your snicker fanning over the drying tears on his face. You miss them already.
He strains his voice incoherently on your fingers, you look on menacingly not even trying to hear his words, and he bites down in frustration.
Your other hand flys up, grabbing his hair and yanking him roughly back and he falls off his heels, ass flush on the bed in between his folded legs on either side of him with ankles splayed outward. The movement exposes his gorgeous neck in the dim light, lips gaping, lungs gasping for air like he just breached the surface in time. If his first breath is laced with the smell of your pussy, he’d die a happy man. He swallows deeply, throat bobbing in regret as he keeps his gaze locked on you from his side eye. It’s your game now.
“How dare you snap at me, Levi.” You unhand his mouth with a sneer, letting it fall open.
“J-just hit m-”
The smack echoes throughout the room and his head flies to the side in your follow through. He pants, chest heaving as you meet his desperate demand. The red mark already burning to the surface of his skin as he looks up at you through the side of his eyes again.
“Why didn’t you just ask nicely, baby? Now stop wasting my time and get on your hands and knees.”
He kneels further down, looking up at you with doe eyes and wet lashes framing the tender, innocent look on his face.
“You did this. Now, what are you going to do, Levi?”
He blinks away more tears in awe of you. The sting blooming on his skin, a reminder.
“God…you’re…s’beautiful,” he slurs between pants eyes locked on you, staring up through his lashes.
“I didn’t ask that, baby.” You gently tap the crimson mark on his cheek, causing him to wince and bite back a moan. “Now, tell me. I know you can.”
He blinks away the innocence in his eyes, steeling his expression as cold as the irises glaring up at you.
“Gonna fuck you ‘til you come down my throat. That’s a promise.”
As you throw your head back to taunt him your eyes roll back under covered lids.
“God, you’re disgusting.”
And with that? He’s had enough, lunging at you like an animal from his prone position, catching you off guard as you’re distracted with insulting him. He throws you back on the bed, quickly grasping your ankles, pulling you down flat towards him. Now, he hangs over you, straddling your thighs.
“Wait until I make you the same fucking way,” he growls, grinding into you, hips rolling, and he feels you through your panties, smearing your slick with the precum on his dick, marking you. “Or are you already? Sweet girl…selfish slut.” He laughs darkly into the air thick above you.
He encases your throat in his soft hand, squeezing gently and stifling your moan as he moves down your body, past your navel, biting you and dragging his snarled mouth toward your lips, taking one in his teeth and pulling, watching it bounce into place, slapping into your wet inner thigh.
You groan at the pain and his breath fans over your pussy, shaking before him.
“You’ve never broken one,” your voice trembles.
“What, my love?”
“A promise.”
“I don’t plan to, sweetheart. Not with you.”
He dives into you. Pulling your swollen clit into his mouth, sucking gently and still managing to lick in small, concentrated circles around you inside his mouth. He cries out at the taste and the heat and pressure of his breath nearly throw you over the edge.
A decade together and he knows exactly how to play you. You talk a big game, but he’ll have you screaming soon.
He releases you in an instant as you buck your hips into his mouth and he-
Slap. You violently jerk against his hand as an inhuman noise escapes you deep within your chest.
Slap. Your pussy practically cries out in return, running down your ass and soaking the bed before him.
Before he can lightly hit your cunt again you grab his wrist in warning.
“Levi, I…I-I can’t.” Now, you’re heaving.
“Folding so fast, hm? I thought you were better than that.” He laughs into your dripping slit and you clench in front of him while he nuzzles into your thigh, hiding his smirk and his moan of utter disbelief.
“You’re the nasty one. Look at you, I wish you could see yourself fucking clenching like that, God. You said you’d try to be sweet for me, right?”
You sheepishly nod as you release his wrist and he hovers over your lips again.
“Then behave.”
Your thighs nearly clamp down over his ears in reaction to his command and he throws them off, pinning them flat into the bed.
He growls your name in the back of his throat, seething. His eyes rake over your writhing body in disappointment. You’ll learn to listen or maybe you’ll just regret disobeying him this time. His patience has worn thin. Just like the line of your arousal that breaks as he toys with your slick against the light, mesmerized.
He licks his fingers and slips below, circling the rim of your ass. He pushes in unceremoniously. Your whines speak for him.
A beat passes and he waits for you to adjust-
“Well?”
You can’t be serious with that fucking attitude of yours…He’s tempted to break you with your back talk as he looks on incredulously, moving forward, resting his cock on your clit. The only friction you’ll get is the faint jumping of his dick with each pretty noise you make as he stretches you open.
“Well, what? Did you have something else to tell me? Or were you just gonna sit in your own mess tonight…you filthy thing.”
And with his words, more begins to trickle between your legs and onto his plush hairs below.
That does it, and whatever he had planned is abandoned…All that matters now is feeling you convulse on his tongue.
He pushes the backs of your thighs up, hooking them over his shoulders with his chin resting on the damp sheets. He’s half tempted to nuzzle the side of his face in them, covering himself in you. Instead he licks the fabric beneath you, then moves upward, over your ass, and deep into your slit. He pushes his face so far into you his tongue is nearly inches away from that spot that’ll have you incoherent in his arms.
His sharp nose nearly suffocated in your pussy and you have the audacity to grind against it, riding him shamelessly while he drowns in the sounds your skin makes against him.
He comes up for air, rolling his eyes softly open with heavy lids, and he peers past your lips, the dips of your hip bones, your hardened nipples, and into your eyes.
He couldn’t care less about how rough you are with him when you look at him like that. Pure adoration. He can smell the love you have for him seeping through your very skin. He can’t help but be soft when your eyes meet. So much so it’s hard to keep up the act. You always reveal your truth there even when you want to live out your filthy fantasies fucking yourself on his tongue. He’ll give you what you want. Whatever you want. As long as he can have you like this.
“Keep looking at me like that.”
You break eye contact, looking away.
“Don’t get all shy on me now, love. I wanna see you. Do it for me.”
Your eyes roam back into place locking the steeled gaze.
“There’s my baby. I don’t want you to miss a damn thing.”
Two fingers slip into your entrance without resistance and one deep into your ass. His other hand reaches up to your nipple pinching hard.
Overwhelmed at every sensitive spot on your body, you begin to shake uncontrollably against his thrusts, swelling against his fingers reaching so deep inside you.
“Levi.”
He doesn’t relent, ignoring you. You deserve this after all the shit you put him through tonight.
“Levi, please,” you beg and he begins to pull your clit into his mouth again while he thrusts into both entrances.
You grab onto his hair in protest, but it’s too much, too fast.
“Stop, Lev-!” You scream aloud.
He immediately pulls away in complete surprise, and the sight below him that catches his eye? The eroticism of it all has him seeing stars.
The first wave slides all the way down his forearm and his eyes widen in absolute shock.
“Fuuuck…fuck yes. Baby please, keep going,” he begs you as if you’re fucking him.
You look down in exasperation and see him with his eyes rimmed red with dried tears, the mark a deep red on his face, mouth open, tongue out, waiting for you.
As you lock eyes together again, another wave pummels through you landing in a stream on his tongue, down his throat, just the way he fucking wanted. Pretty.
He nearly bites his own tongue to catch all that you give while you thrash against the sheets, crying out for the love of your life.
No one keeps a promise like he can.
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Services Rendered
[Levi Schuler x Laura Day Masterlist]
Pairing: Dom!Levi Schuler x Laura Day (F!MC)
Book: Mother of the Year
Word Count: ~1,800
Rating: Explicit, 18+ Only (Minors DNI)
Warnings: roleplay, dom/sub, fingering, light spanking and hair pulling, unprotected sex
Prompts: @choicesmonthlychallenge Kinktober and @choicesficwriterscreations Roleplay
Synopsis: Laura needs her washing machine repaired but forgot to go to the bank. Luckily, Levi is willing to accept other forms of payment for his services.
"Alright," Levi tightened the last fitting. He closed the washing machine's lid with a gentle tap. "It should work now."
"Is that so?" Laura sucked the corner of her lower lip as she waited for him to notice her change in attire. "What do I owe you?"
"What do you mean, what do you owe me?" His words trailed off as he turned toward her. His eyes raked down her near-naked form; only a silk robe drawn loosely at the waist separated her from him.
"I must owe you something, Mr. Repairman," she batted her lashes at him. "I forgot to go to the bank… perhaps we can come to another arrangement for your services?"
Levi swallowed hard, running his thumb across his parted lips. She looked so damn innocent standing there, offering herself to him. His eyes darkened with lust. "I'm sure we can figure out some other form of payment. Would you like to inspect my work?"
Laura nodded shyly, accepting his waiting hand as he drew her nearer.
He guided her in front of the machine; his chest pressed tightly against her back. He lifted the lid once more. His fingers slid down her soft arms, taking control of her hand as he pointed to the center spinner. "Do you see that there?"
The heat of his words whispered into her ear sent a shiver down her spine. "Yes."
"It looks like it got bumped off its tracking, and the misalignment caused all your other issues."
"So the machine won't rock violently anymore?"
"Not from the spinner, at least." His brow arched as he sucked on her earlobe. He guided her hand, still in his control, over her stomach, and down her inner thigh. "I can't rule out other activities that might cause it to shake. Do you understand?"
"I understand, sir."
"Are we really doing this?" His voice was soft and tender as he kissed her neck.
"That's up to you, sir. I am in your debt. You may collect how you see fit." She rocked her hips back into his.
He hissed in her ear at the building friction. He guided her hand under her robe and then released it. "Touch yourself."
"What?" Her face flushed at his words.
He grabbed a fist full of hair, tugging her back. "You heard me."
"Show me how wet the thought of me taking you right here, right now makes you...how much of a desperate housewife you are. Your husband out on tour so much—you must get lonely."
She nodded hesitantly in reply.
"Show me how badly you need this."
Laura whimpered at his domineering tone. The shift from his usual demeanor was enough to make her dizzy. She moved her fingers slowly, having trouble following directions. She slipped them between her folds with ease. She moaned softly as she stroked herself just how she liked it.
He exhaled a chuckle from his nose. "I can smell you from here." He sucked her shoulder hard enough to leave a bruise. "So sweet. So needy. All for me."
"All for you," she agreed, tipping her head to the side as he latched onto her neck.
He bucked his hips forward, letting his erection rub against her. "Are your fingers dripping?"
"Yes, sir."
"Show me."
Laura whimpered at the loss as she removed her fingers, holding them up to him.
He caught her wrist and guided her hand to his lips. He sucked her fingers into his mouth, humming in satisfaction. He pulled them out with a slight pop. "Delicious."
Laura looked down, trying to avoid the heat of his gaze.
"Don't look away, beautiful." He tipped her chin back to him. "I just gave you a compliment; what do you say?"
"I'm sorry...Thank you, sir."
"You're welcome." A devilish smirk filled his face as he plunged his fingers deep into her core.
Electricity pulsed to her toes as he curled his fingers, tantalizing that perfect spot, eliciting a satisfied moan.
"I know you're wet, but are you properly stretched? Are you ready to take all of me?" He spread his fingers like scissors inside her as he stretched her further before adding a third finger.
Her body trembled with an electric shock when his thumb circled over her swollen clit. She leaned forward on the washing machine for support as he finger fucked her until she was a whimpering mess.
"You don't cum until I tell you," he reminded her, keeping her hips tightly against his.
She opened her mouth to speak, but the pleasure was too great. She nodded repeatedly, hoping it would be enough.
He licked a path up her neck, whispering in her ear, "such a perfect girl for me."
"Please," she moaned, her body rocking down onto his fingers, unable to stop herself. "I need to—."
"Shh—" Levi quieted her and kissed her temple. "I know you do, baby." His fingers moved roughly within her. "Go ahead, beautiful. Soak my fingers. Let me have all of you."
Laura leaned back into his shoulder, her breathing ragged, letting his steady grip on her hold her upright as she came undone for him.
"Good girl. I got you. You did so well." His movements eased as he let her come back down slowly. "I'm right here. I won't let go."
She sucked in deep gulps of air as she caught her breath, relishing in the warmth of his embrace around her.
As she calmed, he lifted his dripping fingers for her to see. "Clean them for me. See what your sweet honey tastes like."
Her face burned with warmth as she slowly sucked each finger clean, never breaking eye contact with him.
"You're fucking perfect; you know that, Laura?"
"Thank you, sir." She kissed his palm as she returned his clean hand to him. "I hope that was to your satisfaction."
"You know it was, naughty girl, fishing for more compliments." His hand skimmed over her hips. "Good thing I'm not done with you yet."
"You're not?" She feigned innocence. "But I thought—"
He slapped her ass playfully. "If you think you can come out looking like this and think I'm not going to use you until you can't walk tomorrow, then you're sorely mistaken."
"What if my husband should come home?"
Levi chuckled as he pressed himself against her ass. "I guess he'll have to sit and watch how you threw yourself at your repairman, so desperate and needy. Maybe he can learn how to properly satisfy his wife. He can watch me fuck you until you forget your own name."
She swallowed hard, her body aching for him. "Levi."
He slapped her ass again. "Don't say his name. You wanted this. You wanted me. I own you right now. Unless you're spoken to, the only words I want to hear from those pretty little lips are yes, sir, and thank you. Do I make myself clear?"
Her breath rushed out. "Yes, Sir."
"Good girl." He guided her hands onto the washing machine. "Just hold on and let me give you what you deserve. I'll take good care of you."
She nodded as she listened to the sound of his belt and zipper coming undone as his pants fell to the floor.
"God, you're beautiful!" Levi groaned as he stroked himself. "Spread these gorgeous legs for me, Baby."
"Yes, sir," she complied, her whole body pulsing with need.
He pressed against her, pinning her in place. "You love being at my mercy, don't you?"
She tried to rock teasingly against him but found herself bound under his control instead.
"Poor, needy girl, already at a loss for words? Don't worry; I won't make you wait any longer. I know how much this pretty pussy needs a good fucking." He lifted her hips, adjusting them slightly as he slowly lowered her down onto his thick cock, inch by inch.
Laura let out a shaky breath as his girth stretched her walls until he was fully seated inside her.
His hands skated tenderly down her arms, his fingers lacing with hers.
Her body shivered at his gentle touch as their bodies melted together.
"I've got you, beautiful. Just let me make you feel good like only I know how." He slid out slowly before rocking his hips against her again. "Mmm, you feel so goddamn good. I could keep you like this all day if I liked. Bring you to the edge and pull you back, keeping you mine."
His words sent sparks flurrying throughout her core.
"Would you like that? Letting me use you like this for my pleasure?"
She nodded dizzily. "Please, sir."
His mouth moved over her shoulder toward her neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses in his wake. "Mine."
"Yours, sir," she panted.
Levi thrust his hips against her over and over, burying himself deep within her. He smirked as the washing machine rattled and shook from their movements.
Her orgasm built as he pounded into her, a wave of heat growing, waiting to crash down and flood her senses.
"Arch your back." His hand left hers and guided her body as directed.
Laura cried out in pleasure at the new angle.
"That's it. Such a good girl for me." He increased his speed, bucking against her. He threw his head back as he fucked her at his pleasure.
"Sir!" The word was a whimper on her pouty lips.
"Go ahead, beautiful! I'm right there too."
Her pleasure overtook her, flooding through every part of her. If it weren't for his hands holding her, and his body pinning her to the machine, she wasn't sure she'd be able to stand.
"That's it." He growled as her walls clenched around him, pulling him over the precipice. His grip on her tightened. "Milk me dry, sweetheart." His words were ragged as his movements slowed, letting her take every last drop. He nuzzled into her neck, kissing her softly. He slid out of her as they caught their breaths.
"Sir, that was—" She turned her head toward him. "Thank you for the repair and the—."
"Shh— No more of that." he quieted her. "You're mine, but I am also yours and always have been. I've got you. Can you stand?"
"I think so." She turned weakly in his arms to face him, stumbling some.
"Come here." In one swift motion, he effortlessly lifted her into his arms.
She smiled softly as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Thank you."
"I'll always take care of you in any and every way you need." He kissed her forehead as she nuzzled into him.
"I love you," she whispered sleepily in his ear.
"I love you, too." He carried her to their bed, tenderly cleaning her as she rested. "Can I get you anything?"
"Just you."
"That I can do." He smiled happily, slipping into the bed beside her, pulling her into his chest.
"My favorite place," she yawned.
He pulled the blanket around them and pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. "Mine too."
A/N: This fic is for @lorirwritesfanfic who requested Dom!Levi x Laura roleplay ages ago. Sorry it took so long but I hope it is worth the wait.
Dom!Levi just hits differently. He's so amazing and I'm here for him every time.
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ok ok brain has been going brrrr with omega!levi ideas if you guys wanna send any asks-- but i keep thinking about alpha!levi finding out that his omega is taking heat suppressants because their past alpha(s) got upset with the smell and the need and the emotions, and levi just gets upset. not with his omega, of course. but he hates that they've been taught that it's better to hide their heat than be fucked and loved through it. he likes the way his omega needs him 24/7 and likes to wear his clothes because they smell like him, and that they need him to do everything for him because they've just puddled in their nest. no more suppressants. he's there for his cute, needy omega.
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𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄
DAY 10: SOMINOPHILIA
With: Levi Ackerman
Word Count: 3.2k
Warnings: gn! reader, sub! levi, nightmares + insomnia mentioned, oral (m! receiving), handjob in dreams, implied age gap, set in around season 2 timeline? im kinda forgetting which season erwin was in... kissing..lots of kissing, reader being puppy coded and levi is sick in love
A/N: sorry this is late!!!! i hope this also isnt too confusing considering it switches back and forth between his dream and irl. idk. also title is named after a song by The Mamas and The Papas that i LOVEEEE
Levi Ackerman finds himself plagued with nightmares. It was always like that though, since he could remember at least. Three to four nights a week he awakes in the middle of night dripping with sweat with his heart nearly beating out of his chest. He has grown used to the lack of sleep by now, it barely bugs him anymore.
That is, until he found someone to share his bed with.
You were his light, as dramatic and sappy as it sounds, and something he will never admit out loud. But it was true, finally in this dim world he finds himself in, you came crashing in, brighter than the sun. He had fallen for you in record time, and you, drawn to his stoic and feisty aura, came tumbling down after him.
It's been a year now since you've gotten together, and Levi swears the nightmares are getting less frequent.
Well, at least in the nights where you lay beside him. The nights where you hold him, and he has easier access to your heartbeat. The steady rhythm of your chest rising and falling. Alive.
He doesn't go into too much depth about the nightmares, but you know the general scene of them, usually relating back to his comrades deaths. He has mentioned that the recent ones involve you, and it makes your heart crumble for your beloved each time his voice cracks through the explanation. You don’t press too much on the matter – the nights he wakes up in a cold sweat, you are there to ease him back to sleep, reassuring that you and he are safe. He almost gets a full night of sleep with you around.
But alas, you aren’t all sunshine and rainbows, and neither is he. Nope, you happen to be one of the most erotic people have ever met (though, he hasn’t met many). A sick brat is what he calls you, or sometimes a disgusting pervert, if he’s feeling extra grumpy. The nicknames fly past your head, as you pepper his face with kisses. It was all in good spirit, is what you remind yourself at least.
“Soooo, Hange recommended–”
“No.”
You pout at the man, pulling away from his chest to glare at him. “You didnt even let me finish my sentence.”
His cold face doesnt let up, even if his eyes hold a playful light to them. “I am smart enough to recognize that anything having to do with Hange is a bad idea.”
You playfully hit his chest, and the man raises his eyebrows at you. A smile pulls at your lips, and Levi cant help but stare whimsically at you. It was unfair, really. “Fine, get on with it, brat.”
“How would you feel if I woke you up with a blow job?” His reaction is immediate, first shock, and then as a couple seconds go by he seems to be much more inclined to agree, but then finally settles on an scowl.
“Why were you talking to Hange about these things?”
You cock your head to the side, tapping on your chin. “Well, I mentioned that your nightmares have started again, and they told me that oral sex helps stop them. Something neurologically with your dick and brain? I don't know.”
He stares at you for a couple of seconds, bewildered at your explanation. But, he realizes quickly what is up, and he immediately pinches the bridge of his nose with a long sigh. “They are fucking with you, idiot. Just trying to get me laid. Hange has always been like that.”
Your face falls at the words, and Levi swears you managed to master the kicked puppy look. He grabs your hands and pulls you back onto his chest, rolling his eyes when you hum into his skin. The warmth brought him comfort, and he finds himself more at peace. “I mean…It won't help with the nightmares, but who would turn down waking up to a blowjob?” Levi mumbles into your hair, while rubbing his hands up and down your arms.
You twist to look up at him, the familiar grin back on your face. “Yeah?”
He scoffs at you, an embaressed blush coating his cheeks. “Just dont wake me up early, alright. Just gonna piss me off.”
He swears he can see you wagging a tail. “Of course, Captain!”
Two weeks have gone by, and Levi has not woken up to your face anywhere near his dick. He has awoke to kisses along his cheeks, and neck, but that wasnt new, you were always disgustingly affectionate in your half awake state. He holds a content (half) smile for about ten seconds as he shuts the door of your room, only for it to drop when he sees Hange.
He wasnt the one to complain though, maybe you were just teasing him. You always did like to press his buttons. He wasn't going to give you the satisfaction of knowing he wants it. So, the dark haired man continues on, nightmares and all, through the weeks.
By the time a month came passing by, he knows that you forgot all about your stupid little promise – your stupid naive words that only worked to piss him off. He glared at you from across the halls for a whole week – never daring to actually show you real signs that he was upset. But after you accidentally caught him frowning at you from across the training grounds, he was immediately dragged back your shared rooms, and fucked lovingly, as you apolgized for everything you could think of that would piss the man off.
You didnt mention the blowjob, but Levi was content with the disheveled hair, and the hickeys and bite marks littering his body, so he forgives you.
He forgets about the blowjob after two months. You were more horny than usual, so the two of you were at it multiple times a week. He would end up too exhausted to hold any real dreams, including his nightmares.
Levi was okay with it.
9 am. Levi, for the first time ever, was oversleeping. Of course when you woke up at 8 am, on your day off from training, and found your lover by your side, you couldnt help but be shocked. He was usually gone by 5 am to get to training.
But you heard him woke up multiple times in the middle of the night. The nightmares were back. His shaky hands wrapped around you, and he panted into your neck, trembling like you've never seen before. You don't know what triggered it, but Levi seemed to have a really bad night.
He deserves to sleep in. So, at fifteen past 8, you scamper to Erwins office and beg the commander for Levi to have a day off. He always did have a soft spot for you. For one, you brought happiness to humanities strongest, and also because his friend silently threatened him death if he was to mistreat you. Erwin agreed without much hesitation.
You crawl into bed next to your lover, and begin to trace his content face. At least the nightmares were gone for the night.
Then, the realization hits you. This was the perfect time for you to finally do as promised.
You waited months because you wanted Levi to forget about your words. Of course, you assumed he forgot them after a couple of days, paying no attention to your promise, but you waited it out just in case.
And now, the both of you dont have any plans today. A once in a lifetime experience, it has got to be.
So with one more glance at your lover, you kiss his cheek, hold back a small giggle, and slowly remove the blanket from his lap. Then, you slide yourself down on the bed, and carefully manevuer yourself in between his legs. He doesnt sleep with much attire, growing hot in the night. Plus with the addition of the cold sweat he often finds himself in, he learns that going next to bare was easier.
You pull down his boxers, and are immediately exposed to a dark patch of hair. It's trimmed properly, but he prefers to have a little hair down their over being completely shaven. Something on the lines of protecting his dick from germs or whatnot. You dont listen to the details, only thinking about how hot it is.
The boxers make it past his thighs, and you glance back up at the man. He doesn't even seem to flinch when the cool air comes into contact with his skin. He snoozes peacefully into the pillow, his dark hair covering his eyes.
His dick lays limp against his leg, and you pick it up slowly, careful to not wake him up. You run your fingers over it a couple of times, and then, holding the back of it with your fingers to support it, you run your tongue from bottom to top of the length.
Levi doesn't move. You take that as a sigh to continue.
Another stripe of the tongue, and then two more, and nothing happens. You grow bolder by the moment. You place his still soft cock into your mouth, and this time you do hear a reaction. Its a quiet sigh, but it was something. His eyes still remain shut.
Slowly, you begin to suckle on the tip, finding it easier to fit it in your mouth while soft. Your tongue roams the shaft, and you press sloppy, wet kisses to his veins. Blood rushes to his cock unconsciously, and Levi still has not stirred, even with his cock now hard. You chuckle with amusement, but dont stop your movements, now dragging your hands along his thighs to appreciate his body.
Levi was having a good dream. It wasnt like the past couple of nightmares, no, this one seemed to have a light hue. It was just the two of you, laying with your backs against grass. A open field, far away from everyone, and not a threat in sight. Titans were gone.
A peaceful world for the two of you. A world Levi craved.
His hands trace your face, and he stares at you, admiring every crease and divot of your skin. You slide your way over toward him, leaning forward to kiss him. “I love you.”
He hums, eyes falling shut, as he wraps his arms around your body. “Yeah, yeah. Love ya too, brat.”
You giggle at him, and suddenly the smile on your face shifts. It turns soft, the tips of your mouth curling up in an almost feline way, while you eyes become hooded. He watches you lean forward and press your lips to his. The man doesnt stop you, gently kissing you back while your tongue slips into his mouth. Levi gulps when your hands trace down to his pants, and he quickly looks around the meadow, afraid to discover an unwelcomed guest. Of course there was nobody, it was a dream, not a nightmare. Your hand slips into his pants, and Levi’s back arches in the grass.
He twitches in his sleep and you smile fondly at the man. The tip of his cock rest against your cheek, as you admire him for a second too long, only to be rewarded with jolt of his hips from the source unknown, sending it slapping across your face. You hold back a laugh, and then grab at it again, mumbling out a, “Even a brat in your sleep, huh Captain?”
You lean forward and wrap your lips around him again.
“D-Don't stop!” Levi groans out, hands clutching at your shirt while he squeezes his eyes shut. It doesn't stop the sun from getting past his eyelids, so he moves closer to you to hopefully block it out. You press your lips to his neck, nibbling at the space just beneath his ears.
“Would never,” You purr, and the man glances at your hand. His pants are pulled down completely now, and your pace was rutheless in its up and down motions. It sends him shivering, and covering his face with the back of his arm. He breathes through clenched teeth, and tries his best not to let out a whimper. The man hears your giggle, and before he could stop himself, the whine slips out.
The first noise of the morning was a low whimper. Not much, but definitely there, and unbelievably cute. You grip at his hips and try to take him deeper, but his hips thrusts back into your mouth with another paired whine. Your eyes widen, and you gag out at the unexpected movement, having to pull away to catch your breath. His dark hair whips back and forth, and he continues to make low mewling noises. “Huh, and you call me the pervert. What are you dreaming about, pretty?”
Levi moans into your mouth, wrapping his arms around your neck. His hips buck up into your hands, and you playfully bite his lip, earning a dramatic grunt in complaint. He grips your hair and pulls you back to his lips before you try and let out another teasing remark. Precum leaks onto your hand, and he swears that it provides more of the makeshift lube then usual. Your hand feels better than normal, strangely damp, and so warm. Did handjobs always feel this good?
He can feel his high approaching and his breaths come out quicker. “Gonna..cum. Fuck!”
You detach yourself from his lips. “No, no, no! Not yet!” You tease, voice light and almost giggly. It wasn't the first time you denied him of his release, but it was rare. You always di did pamper him.
The man scowls at you, borderline on the cusp of baring his teeth. “Why?” He demands, short and simple, but shows exactly how peeved he is. Levi is more than surprised to feel that you didn't squeeze his cock in warning. No, still the warm, tight feeling, that does not make any sense to him.
“Can you do something for me first?”
A demand from you? Unheard of. “Get on with it, I-Im close”
Your hand movements become louder and louder, and it shouldn't sound like that. It's so lewd, and the squelching noise are never that loud.
You press you lips to his ear, and a shiver runs down his spine at your breath, which is strangely cooler than usual. “Wake up, Captain.”
His eyes snap open immediately and he pants into the dark room. Levi hears it first, before he feels it. A loud slurping sort of noise, and the man feels his cock trapped between something warm, wet.
A throat. Not a hand.
He is quick to manevour himself to hold his weight on his elbows, and glances down at you, breaths coming out shallow and quick. You smile when you catch his eye, and for a second you pull away from him. You pepper his length down with kisses. “Well, well, good morning, sleepy head,” You mumble, letting another swipe of your tongue graze his thick blue vein. Then, with little hesitation, you dive back onto his cock, taking it as far as you can into your mouth.
“What are you–Fuck!” His legs instinctually bend outward, and his back arches. His head was still foggy in his half sleepen state. Was that all a dream? Was this real? He grips onto your hair, and does his best not to force you deeper onto his cock.
Levi could feel his orgasm approaching and rapidly, same as the dream. But this time it was real, and by god did it feel that way. His hips buck into your mouth and he lets out loud moans, tucking his face into the pillow to try and muffle them.
He tries to ask for permission again to cum again, hoping that this time real you wouldnt lead him on. It comes out more as a command, but you just roll your eyes with a smile, the giggle in the back of your throat sending him spiral.
“Cumming. Oh god. Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He chants, and your eyes widen in shock, but you don't pull away from his cock. He was never the one to be polite in bed, the little brat was always barking commands and half hearted complaints. He must be really enjoying this treat if he was to thank you.
You dont have time to dwell on it much, because he forces your head lower onto his cock and cums into your mouth. You wince at the taste, but bear no mind to it as you watch your lover unravel. His back still continues to arch (which you will never get over) while his eyes are shut. The noises he lets out are soft, more of a mewl and a groan, but adorable nonetheless. His whole body trembles and his legs lay out wide, shaking under the force of the orgasm.
You pull away when he is done, and wipe your lips with the back of your hand. “Taste perfect as usual. Always so good on your diet!”
He rolls his eye at you, but it doesn't hold much bite considering that the man seemed to be basking in the post orgasm glow. “You are gross. I know that shit tastes bad.”
“Nope! Anything that the Captian makes is amazing”
He throws a pillow at your face, and you pout at him, a dramatic whine slipping past your lips. “Don't call me that, I am not even your Captain anymore, brat. And stop pouting!” He demands, pulling up his boxers before letting out a big stretch.
“Why are you so mean to me?” You complain, crawling forward to lay on his chest. “After I gave you head too!”
The frown does not drop from his face, but he does trace his fingers along your face. A silent token of affection that you purr into. “Took ya long enough. Thought you forgot about it.”
You fake hurt, taking in a dramatic breath. “Of course not! I would never lie to you.” The words are light, and holds a smile in them. “And hey, dont you think you are a little spoiled? Complaining that you got a blowjob too late.”
Levi doesnt even seem to react, his facial expression remaining neutral, and his words flat. “No ‘m not. Said thank you and everything.”
To this, you do nod, practically vibrating with affection to give. It was too hard to really be upset with him. “Super polite of you! I was so impressed!”
This does make him roll his eyes. “You really think low of me, huh?”
You poke at his cheek with a smile plastered on your face. “Aww cmon dont be dramatic again. You know I dont. Oh! Also, did it help with the nightmares?” You tease, knowing exactly what type of dream he really was having. “You sounded very….Scared in your dream.”
He seems to flush red, but alas, Levi was never the one to be on the losing foot. “....Yes. Seems like you are going to have to do this for me everyday. To stop the nightmares.”
You burst out laughing, and fail to see the small grin that creeps up the dark haired man's face.
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𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓
pairing. sub!vampire!levi ackerman x dom!gn!reader
synopsis. in 19th century society, everyone has secrets they want to keep from seeing the light of day — so what will happen when you unveil levi’s?
content. implied virgin/touch-starved!levi, ooc levi at some points cause of vampire hormones, plot before porn, blood/blood-drinking kink, oral fixation, dry humping, handjob, inappropriate use of cravats, petnames (dearest, darling)
notes. first fic of hornyween!! the others won’t be as long lol this took FOREVER. anyway, please consider reblogging if you enjoy it<3
wc. 5k
Sparkling chandeliers adorn the ballroom’s high ceilings, making the polished floor gleam like honey as stylish figures twirl and glide across it. The rest of the guests are gathered by the walls in clusters, their lively chatter and chuckles mixing in with the night’s melodies.
You stand by one of the pink brocade curtains, sipping a glass of champagne. Your stance is relaxed but mannerly; not seeking nor avoiding attention, just observing and occasionally humouring a fellow guest that takes notice of your presence. Among those who approach you, admirers are plentiful, with faces of various qualities and contours, and characters both pleasant and not, but none who gain more than a few minutes of your time before you’re politely concluding the conversation or excusing yourself entirely.
As you’re meandering through laughing circles and swaying couples, away from yet another adamant admirer, you scan the room for him: the main reason you attended this ball at all. He rarely arrives for the banquets, and when he does, he even more rarely eats more than is expected of him. Now that the dancing has begun, he should be here, but you’ve yet to spot a single trace of him. It has made you restless, your eyes desperate in their pursuit. Each time you catch a glimpse of dark hair and pale skin or a short stature and a neatly tied cravat, you’re just as suddenly disappointed when you realise it’s not him. Eventually, you fall back into the same routine as before — entertaining married couples, faking laughs at bad jokes, listening to shallow gossip.
“Goodness, me,” Baroness Azumabito gushes at you, “you are as charming as they say, Your Grace.”
You chuckle courteously. “You’re too kind, Lady Azumabito.”
She offers you a closed-eye smile, her crow’s feet pinching together. “I truly must ask,” she begins, unfolding her peacock-feather fan and speaking a little quieter now. You already know it’s certainly not something she must ask. “What are your plans on marriage? You have no small number of choices, I’m sure!”
She giggles a little too hard for your liking, and you are reminded of the not-so-pretty piece of gossip you heard only a mere ten minutes ago — her husband’s gambling problems, her unmarried child. Quite the ideal motive for her to talk to you; someone who has both higher status and greater wealth. Of course, you know not all hearsay is true, but with a smile like Lady Azumabito’s, cunning as a fox and twice as sneaky, trust is a risk you’re not willing to take.
You laugh again. “Oh, none at the moment,” you say, feigning ignorance, “I’m so busy these days, I feel as though a partner might be…”
At the edge of your vision, a dark-haired silhouette passes. Your head moves in search of it, your eyes following, flicking this way and that. However, amidst the sea of extravagant gowns and upscale suits, the glimpse you had managed to catch slips from your grasp all too soon.
“Might be what?” Kiyomi asks.
An uneasy sense of disappointment hollows in your chest, but you ignore it. “Uh, a distraction. Would be... a distraction.”
Another flash of shadowy hair, porcelain skin.
Kiyomi clears her throat. “Do you care to elaborate, Your Grace?”
Just as you’re about to turn back to her, a figure stops in clear view before you: a metre and a half tall, raven black locks, eyes as sharp as falcon talons, an intricately tailored waistcoat — and the swan-white ruffles of a linen cravat.
A huff is your only warning before the short woman is stepping in and obscuring your line of sight, her round eyes now pressed into slits by her strained smile. “Please forgive my impudence, Your Grace, but what has you so–”
You abruptly but gently take her hands into yours. “Pardon my manners, Lady Azumabito,” you say, already shifting on your feet in preparation for your departure, “but I’ve spotted an acquaintance of mine with whom I’d like to discuss some private matters with.” You let go of her hands and give a curt bow. “If you’ll please excuse me.”
Her dumbfounded expression is the last you see of her before you swiftly take your leave. You track the person with your eyes and feet in tandem, each step purposeful and your eagerness barely contained. Once you’re in arm’s length, you cheerily call out:
“Viscount Ackerman!”
Several people turn their heads. The Viscount in question stops no later, though seemingly reluctantly. He turns to face you, a question perched on the peak of his raised eyebrow.
Your shoes clack as you stride the rest of the way up to him. Once beside him, you lean over and flash him a cheeky smirk. “Fashionably late as always?” you remark, but it fails to prompt any sort of perceptible reaction. The only change in his expression is his eyebrow returning to its relaxed position.
“And I see you are…” Silver blue eyes wash over you, up and down, in a single steady motion. “In attendance. As always.”
“Of course,” you reply with a practised smile. “I would not dream of missing one of the Duke of Trost’s parties.”
He hums. “I don’t doubt that.”
You hum back, thoughtful. “And what of yourself, my Lord?” you ask. “What brings you here?” You pause to smile knowingly. “Certainly not the food, seeing as you were absent for that.”
His eyes narrow and his lips press together in a firm line. “If you must know, the Duke was very insistent that I attend,” he explains, eyeing a passing servant before picking up a flute of champagne from their tray. “As for my tardiness… I prioritised taking care of some business affairs, first and foremost. Though I suppose I shouldn’t expect you to understand.” He swirls the liquid around in his glass and takes a sip.
You chuckle heartily. “Oh, come now!” you exclaim. “Why so hostile? Are we not friends?”
“Only in public,” Levi corrects in a low tone.
You turn to face the room, smirking against your glass. “That’s not true and you know it.”
A newly-engaged couple you were conversing with earlier passes by, waving. You smile and wave back at them.
Levi makes an exasperated noise. “Do you never tire of that?” he grumbles into his glass.
You bring your own glass up to your lips. “Whatever do you mean, my Lord?”
He grimaces. “That.”
You giggle. “Keeping up appearances is just the way I was raised,” you reply with a gesture of nonchalance, “but not all my smiles are fake, you know. It’s quite pleasant, smiling.” You beam at him, as if to prove your point. “I think you ought to try it some time.”
Levi scowls. “I know how to smile.”
“Oh, I never said you didn’t, my Lord,” you quip. “I have no doubt that you understand it in theory, just that you should try putting it into practice.” You point to the corner of your mouth, lifting it to mimic a smile.
He sucks his teeth and tears his gaze away from your own. “You’re infuriating.”
“And yet, here you are,” you say, stepping closer. “For longer than ten seconds, might I add. Surely a feat, no?”
Levi scoffs. “Don’t flatter yourself.” He raises his glass, speaking over the lip of it. “You just happen to be the least infuriating one here.”
You bite your tongue — “Well, by your standards, being the least infuriating is, in fact, quite flattering!” — and instead, you glance around and lean in. “In that case, what do you say we go find a place away from all this poor company?” Your voice takes on a lighter yet all the more meaningful tone. “Perhaps somewhere just for the two of us?”
There’s a glint of interest in Levi’s eyes that doesn’t go unnoticed by you as you pull away to look at him. “I would say that’s highly inappropriate,” he says, hushed, but not in a way that matches his words; hushed in a way that suggests intrigue.
“Inappropriate?” you echo, lips curving into a smile. “You really needn’t worry so much, my Lord! We shan’t be away for long, I promise.”
Levi’s thin eyebrows angle up. After a moment of contemplation, he closes his eyes and sighs. “If you insist,” he concedes.
Without further discussion, you set aside your and Levi’s drinks, then go ahead and stroll over to the arched doors with Levi not far behind.
With how often the Duke hosts such extravaganzas, you’ve had plenty of occasions to become familiar with the layout of their home, hence why you know where all of the rooms are. You navigate through the narrow hallways with an air of confidence, occasionally stopping to praise or snicker at family paintings and decor choices, much to Levi’s chagrin.
“What is it now?” Levi asks, attempting to pinpoint the subject of your attention this time.
You stand by a window that faces the rear garden, peering through the glass with squinted eyes. “Do my eyes deceive me or is that the Countess of Ehrmich and her handmaid kissing out in the gazebo?” You turn to Levi with a theatrically outraged jaw-drop, making him roll his eyes.
“You are no better than those gossiping simpletons we left in the ballroom,” he scolds as he draws the curtains shut.
You chuckle. “Apologies! Only a jest!” He glares at you but otherwise doesn’t complain. You watch him for a moment, how his nimble fingers tug and adjust the curtains, how he mutters expletives under his breath at the dust that transfers to his hands from the curtains.
Feeling mischievous, you lean in, so your lips are almost touching his ear. “It’s just so fun to tease you, I can’t resist.”
Goosebumps raise on Levi’s skin as he flinches away from you, fingers hovering over where your breath brushed his earlobe. He swallows. “Maybe you ought to practise some self-restraint.”
You smirk. “Maybe you ought to have less of it.”
He frowns. “How would that benefit anyone?”
You take a step closer. “Try it and find out.”
Levi takes a step back, but you take another step forward. His back bumps into a solid surface as your hand reaches out. He freezes in anticipation.
The click of a door handle, then a quiet creak.
“I believe,” you say, smiling cattily and circling around him, “I have found the drawing room.”
Levi huffs. “Finally,” he mumbles and pushes past you through the door. You follow after him, shutting the door behind you.
The room is a size you’d expect given how large the rest of the residence is. A ceiling mural depicting an Ancient Roman legend; tall windows and velvet curtains. At the centre of the room, atop a patterned rug, gold and beige furniture is arranged in a thoughtful composition. Dainty — yet no doubt expensive — decorations and trinkets adorn various corners, shelves and walls.
In one of the armchairs, Levi sits down, exhaling long and heavy, as if he had been holding his breath all night. You, on the other hand, decide to explore the room first, ambling between the furnishings and admiring the cosiness of the space. Absent-mindedly, you run a finger along the spines of some books piled on top of a small table, tracing the ribbed leather and embossed text.
“At last, some peace and quiet, hm?” you say, mostly just to occupy the air with something of substance, as you glance at Levi.
He’s sitting with one elbow resting on the seat’s floral print armrest, the pads of his fingers massaging the area between his eyebrows. “Until you spoiled it, yes,” he grunts.
The beginnings of a witty remark form, then just as quickly dissipate from your tongue. The corners of your lips sink, the lines in your face waning into nothing.
With his face cast down, Levi is oblivious to the change in your expression. It isn’t until you take two, five, ten or so steps — when the silence drags on without a response of your own — that he raises his head.
“Actually,” you start, standing by the armchair across from him, only a few feet away, “I brought you here to discuss something with you.”
His reaction is stalled but still comes in the form of a puzzled frown. “Go on, then.”
The floorboards squeak under your weight as you take another few steps forward. Levi shifts in his chair. “We agreed to be honest with one another, Levi. To not keep secrets,” you say, “yet I have good reason to suspect you haven’t entirely been maintaining your end of the agreement.”
As he opens his mouth to defend himself, your approaching footsteps finally seal the remaining distance between you. You step in to occupy the space between his knees and the contact is enough to make them jolt away as if from flames. Levi stares down at them until he catches the movement of your arms in the corner of his vision.
In your hands is a book, presumably from the stack you were observing earlier. He had been so absorbed in the shrinking space between you that he didn’t stop to consider that perhaps the arms linked behind you might be holding something.
His eyes roam the book, then fall on the shining yellow words etched into the front cover:
The Vampyre
by John William Polidori
Electric impulses fire through his body. His mouth goes dry. “I told Hange to get rid of that.”
“Really? Why is that?” you ask, turning it over in your hand. “I hear it’s quite good.”
Levi can’t stop the irritation from showing on his face. “The problem is not with the book itself.”
It’s the influence it has on imbeciles like Hange, he finishes in his head. Imbeciles who’ll believe anything with enough coincidences and paranoid witness accounts. Sure, Hange is a special case, because they’re not so much afraid of the rumoured existence of ‘vampires’ as they are curious, which is arguably worse — especially since, for once, the imbeciles are right.
“Then what’s the problem?” Your frown seems to be of genuine confusion, but Levi knows better. There’s an underlying something just waiting to reveal itself.
Levi folds his arms across his chest. “What does this have to do with our agreement?”
The smile returns to your face, but it is unlike any that Levi is used to seeing; not fake, but not entirely trustworthy either. “Surely you’ve figured out that much by now.” You set the book aside. “Really, Levi. Do you take me for some kind of fool?” Your hands come forward and clasp the armrests of his chair. “Did you really think I don’t know that… you’re a vampire?”
Levi scoffs. “Do you hear yourself?” He narrows his eyes at you. “Vampires are a baseless conspiracy. A ludicrous superstition fabricated by the English that only a credulous halfwit–”
A hand grabs him by the cheeks, cramming the rest of his words back behind his teeth. “Open your mouth,” you order.
The suddenness of the command evaporates any and all thoughts from Levi’s head, replacing them with a purely chemical reaction in the form of heat striking through him. Gradually, you push his head back — and he lets you — while a hard mound he can only assume is your knee eases between his parted legs, coercing a gasp from his mouth. As soon as his jaw loosens, your fingers are poking through the gap between his lips, moving as if hunting for something. They settle around his upper canines, sliding over and prodding at them, over and over, until eventually they begin to grow, extending down, down into a sharp, tapered point, much too long for what can be considered human.
Levi groans, but the sound is much too airy for pain or discomfort to be the cause of it. Drool is gathering beneath his tongue and blood in his cheeks. How humiliating it is to have his fangs coaxed out by the close proximity of his carnal weakness — by someone who should be his prey in this dynamic — and how all the more humiliating it is to have the strike of heat from before already invading the rest of his body.
Only once the fangs have stopped growing do you cease your petting, opting instead to drag a single fingertip along the newly-revealed length of bone. “My, my,” you coo, “it seems that the truth has spoken for itself.” You remove your fingers from his mouth, but Levi’s head remains in its position against the backrest. “Whatever shall I do with you, now that I have you at my mercy?”
Your fingers travel down his exposed throat. Like a frightened prey animal, Levi’s body digs into the cushioned upholstery, trying to comprehend the foreign feeling of being touched in this way. Breaths beat out through his nose in quickening puffs and miniscule tremors rattle through his chest as he attempts to control, or perhaps conceal, the frantic rise and fall of it. Beneath your fingertips, you can feel his heartbeat, the pulse so solid that if you didn’t know any better, you’d think it was hitting his ribcage with every beat.
“Are you afraid?” you ask him quietly, your fingers continuing their path downward.
Levi swallows, lets out a heavy breath but doesn’t answer. You watch him, analyse him. His tightly closed eyes, the sweat coming through his clothes… “Then perhaps you’re—” His unsteady breaths, his contracting muscles— “aroused?”
His Adam’s apple lifts and then drops. You follow the motion with your eyes, then lower, lower and lower, until you find the answer you’re looking for in his oh-so-conveniently open thighs. He immediately attempts to shut them, but your own prevent him from doing so.
“No need to be ashamed,” you assure him as you smile that knowing smile and carefully climb on top of his lap. “I can help to relieve you. If you wish.” You rub your bottom half against his hardened groin as a testament to your words.
Levi’s neck stretches over the backrest, an open-mouthed moan escaping him, then retracts back to his chest. His eyebrows cinch together in thought, but the way his hips rut into you has already declared his decision, so when his eyes finally flutter open and peer up at yours, you are unable to suppress your look of delight.
“Please,” is all he says — and all he needs to say to send your mind and self-control reeling.
You pounce forward, ravaging his lips with your own, while you grind down again; harder than before, and with more finesse. The noise that Levi makes into your mouth is much too heavenly for a creature of such damnable origin, yet as addictive as if it had been produced by a devil of temptation itself.
The swipe of a sleek surface has you parting from him on instinct. “Careful of your teeth, darling,” you warn and he nods as if in a daze before pulling you back in. He paws at your clothes, helpless and wanting, as though he aches to bring you closer. You let out an enraptured sigh at his aggressive gesture. After all, what an honour it is to have the stoic Viscount Levi Ackerman falling apart and moaning pathetically beneath you; what sacrilege to be a mortal defiling its natural predator. You feel as though you’re going mad, losing all sense of self from the sheer thrill of it.
You drag yourself away from his lips, only to see the full effects of your actions. Strong features softening as though he’s melting from the pleasure. Eyes squeezed shut while his glossy black hair, usually so perfectly combed, fans out in loose strands over his forehead. Razor-sharp nails mauling the armrests. Two fanged teeth poking out from under his lip.
In minutes, Levi is curling into you and crying out against your skin. You guide him through his climax, raking your fingers up from his undercut and through the strands at the top while whispering caring words to him, in soothing repetition. He collapses into you, his arms limp at your sides and his panting breaths warm on your neck. Before you can push him away, he’s mindlessly nuzzling and lapping at your throat like a dog, coating your skin in spit, sucking and occasionally catching his fangs on the fragile flesh. It would be a lie to say you aren’t enticed by the prospect of them breaking through; moving with more purpose and sinking into your–
Levi whines against your shoulder. “Please, let me have a taste. I’ll do anything, please,” he mumbles. “It’s been so long, I– I cannot wait any longer, please, I beg of you…” He pulls away, licking his lips, as if the taste of your skin is enough to last and cherish. “Please,” he begs, “let me drink your blood.”
You smile, wide, and brush back the hair tickling his eyes. “Only since you asked so nicely.”
As soon as the words enter the air, Levi lunges at you. You’re almost not fast enough, but manage to get a hold of him.
You pin his wrists on either side of his head, and the tightness of your grip seems to snap Levi out of his ravenous trance. “That wasn’t very polite,” you reprimand. Levi only looks up at you regretfully, which is likely the closest thing you’ll get to an apology from him. You sigh. “Don’t worry.” You let go of him and slide your palm under his chin. “Open–”
His jaw falls slack in an instant, granting you access to the inside of his mouth. You trail your fingers around his wet lips first, this way and that, slow and soft, just to hear him whine. You giggle but finally slip a finger inside and Levi groans in time with it. His tongue is the next thing to fall from his mouth, hanging over his lip and dripping saliva onto his shirt.
“What a sight,” you breathe. “I wonder what our fellow nobles would think.”
Levi moans softly as you poke your fingertip into the point of one of his fangs. You hiss as it pierces the skin and wait for the blood to collect before turning your finger over.
“Tilt your head back, dearest,” you say, and Levi does so with haste. You dangle your finger above his eager tongue and watch his eyes roll back as the first drop hits his taste buds. He savours the flavour like a man starved of water, his mouth pooling with drool, and whimpers in anticipation of the next drop.
Your eyes are fixated on him, as if hypnotised, and engulfed in sick amusement from the power you have over him. Your thumb sits under your fingertip, forcing out the liquid with steady presses, but for Levi, it’s still not enough. Animalistic hunger and impatience possess him. His arms come to life to grab your wrist and yank it toward his mouth. He manages to swallow your finger whole before you can react, though the sight is much too precious for you to deny or scold him anyway.
The grip around your wrist turns vice-like as he feverishly sucks the blood from your finger. His closed eyelids twitch and runny spit oozes down his chin. You look on in adoration at the sweetly depraved state you have him in. Who would think that a blood-sucking monster could be this docile and helpless?
Levi’s panting grows heavier until you begin to feel him rutting against you. When you look down, the lump of his crotch has regained hardness, already straining against the dark material. “Aroused again so soon?” you taunt.
He is so engrossed in sucking that he doesn’t seem to hear you, so you tug your finger out of his mouth and hands. He grunts in protest, but you ignore him and try again. “Would you like me to take care of that for you?”
As if freshly woken from a daze, or perhaps still in one, those folds you’re so used to seeing between his eyebrows take shape in a show of gentle confusion. “Take… care of what?”
You bring a hand down to his lap and lightly tap the bulge that’s formed there, making him tense and spasm under you. He must still be sensitive, you think with a smile.
“Of this,” you clarify.
He swallows. “Okay.”
“Okay?” You stifle a chuckle. “It’s a yes or no question, Levi, so answer with a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’.”
He sighs and evades your eyes as he hisses out a reluctant “Yes.”
“Good boy,” you praise and begin to make quick work of the buttons on his trousers.
Levi frowns. “Don’t call me that. I am not a dog.”
You laugh through your nose, amused. “Yet you drool and whimper just like one.” You playfully stare up at him through your lashes. He doesn’t say anything back, just blooms a deeper pink, so you accept your win and finish unbuttoning his trousers. Next, you unfasten the strings of his undergarments, freeing his leaking length.
As soon as your fingers make contact with it, Levi writhes. His legs squirm and his hips buck up into your touch. In seconds, the wet head of his cock is dripping with bead after bead of precum. In your awe of his intense reaction, you find yourself experimentally toying with it; squeezing, tugging, kneading, fingering. Obscene noises created by the remnants of his previous release make colour fill Levi’s usually colourless cheeks. His glinting grey eyes are lidded, his head dizzy and delirious. His mouth is hanging open in surrender to the erotic sounds he cannot help making, tongue dyed scarlet from your blood and glistening with saliva. You adore it — are spurred on by it, even — but his volume is now teetering on too loud, and the last thing you want right now is to be caught.
So with one hand on his dick, keeping him distracted, you hurriedly untie his cravat and stuff it into his inviting mouth. A startled, confused but thankfully muted moan rumbles through the cloth. You grin at the conflicted eyes and knitted eyebrows you get in response to your actions, entirely unbothered as you continue to take him apart with your touches, to watch him become the embodiment of debauchery. Moonlight skin shiny with sweat, teeth gnawing around his makeshift gag, pelvis involuntarily meeting your movements, elbows pointing to the ceiling as he desperately scratches and claws at the back of the chair, surely ruining it beyond repair with his needlepoint nails and vampiric strength. So effortlessly picture-perfect.
No more than a few seconds later, he’s arching his back against the chair and wailing into his linen gag. The wood of the backrest splinters and the upholstery tears loudly under his fingernails. Warm fluid gushes out over your fist and dribbles down it as you continue stroking his length. Your other hand takes out the cravat from Levi’s mouth and wipes up the mess. He lets out a few wet little warbles and whimpers at the overstimulating feeling, but quietens down once you finish.
You don’t allow him a second to recuperate from his high, instead satiating your own desires; snatching his face up in your hands and latching your lips onto his in one smooth motion. Tongues curl together and the metallic tang of your own blood swarms your senses. Levi keens and grips the fabric at your waist. By the time your mouths separate, you’re both breathless and gasping against each other, and the allure of his dishevelled state has you unable to resist trailing a few extra kisses on his skin; from the corner of his mouth to his jaw, on the soft spot behind his ear and down his delicate neck. Levi grabs at your shoulders weakly, but when you pull back to check on him, his gaze drops to your laps.
“How did you find that?” You tilt your head. “Good?”
Better than good, so much better — is what he thinks, but what he settles on saying is “Yes, it– it was good.”
The smile that stretches across your cheeks is inevitable, and the most sincere one you’ve had the entire night. “Well… as much as I would like to keep going,” you say, chewing on your inner lip corner, and making Levi flush, “I think it’s time we go back.”
You climb off of the chair and straighten out your clothes. Meanwhile, Levi tries, and fails, to stand up, his knees buckling and sending him flopping back into the seat.
You sigh sympathetically and caress the side of his face. “You should rest for a moment,” you tell him. Your fingers glide down to his chin, take it into your hand and wipe the spit, along with the traces of smeared blood, from his lips. “Perhaps neaten up your appearance, in the meantime?” you add with a smirk.
Some awareness seems to have awoken in him, perhaps as a result of your teasing, because he pouts and replies with, “I was planning on doing so anyway.”
You don’t say anything else, taking that moment to appreciate the silence, just the distant echo of music and the tick of the clock on the mantelpiece. Luckily, it does not take long for Levi’s ragged breaths to calm, and for his thighs to reclaim their strength. You help to clean up his image, fastening up garments, flattening out creases and wiping away or concealing the evidence of your activities. Kisses are exchanged in between; some of them stolen, some of them followed by giggles, and some by lustful gazes.
Once you’re ready to leave, you head for the door, but you only go as far as clasping the gold handle before stopping and turning to Levi. His eyebrows shift in that way they’re so good at, speaking when words don’t need to. Your eyes sketch out a path down his face, all the way to his lips, where you find yourself already missing the blood, drool and pearly fangs…
Before you can stop yourself, you’re reaching for his nape and wrapping your plush lips around each other.
“If you’re well-behaved tonight,” you rasp against his lips, “I’ll treat you to more than just a finger next time.”
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Playing With Levi
bottom!ftm leviathan x top!masc reader
☆ AFAB Language Used ☆
CW: Groping, Fingering, Squirting, Daddy Kink
"Just one more level, okay?" Leviathan says, invested in a certain game.
You sigh. "You've said that so many times now..." You walk over to him and pick him up, sitting on his chair and placing him on your lap. "At least let me do this?"
He blushes. "Fine."
You watch him play the game for a while, not getting bored surprisingly. Your original intention when you came over was to "cuddle up" with him but he's been obsessed with the new game that just came out. You sneak your hands up underneath his hoodie and up to his chest.
Leviathan immediately pauses the game and looks back at you.
"Keep playing, baby, don't mind me." You pull on his sensitive nipples, making him moan. He tries to shift his focus back to the game, wanting to at least beat the level.
He messes up a few times while you assault his nipples, he wants to give up but you don't let him.
"Not until you beat this level." You remind him every time he asks.
Leviathan tries to ignore your skillful hands working his nipples, his extremely wet pussy, and the boner that's poking it to beat the level. "Damn it.." He frowns, losing a life. He presses on, fighting with only two lives left.
You pull on his nipples, causing him to moan so loud that if you two weren't home alone the whole dorm would be able to hear. "Please- please just fuck me, please-" He's too worked up to play the game properly.
You slide your hand down underneath his boxers, slowly pushing two fingers inside him. "Such a needy little prince. Don't you want to be a good boy for me?"
Leviathan nods, whimpering.
"Then beat the level, sweetheart."
Levi focuses on the game, doing his best to ignore the thick fingers inside him. He smashes the buttons on his controller with pure determination in his eyes.
Just as he defeats the final boss, he orgasms and squirts all over his underwear.
“Such a good boy for Daddy..” You kiss his cheek.
Levi places his controller down and turns his body around to face you. “You’re so mean.” He pouts, grinding his clothed sex against yours.
“How do I make it up to you, sweetheart?”
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ALL YOURS (m.) | levi
↬ word count: 11k
↬ slight enemies to friends to lovers except levi has always been in love but he’s in denial, fem!reader, ive decided that this takes place in a time in aot when nobody was dead and titans were the only problem lol, sassy reader, jealous levi, inexperienced levi, sub!levi, typos
↬ summary: ever since you were promoted to captain, all levi ackerman has ever done was shit on the way you run things. turns out he was only acting like that because he couldn’t handle his feelings for you.
↬ genre: fluff / smut
↬ warnings: swearing, begging, levi on his knees for you, oral, vaginal sex, desperate levi lmao
↬ a/n: i havent watched aot in so long so forgive me if i get some things wrong 😭 also im such a slut for sub characters im so sorry
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To Levi, you were the most infuriating, idiotic, and impatient person to ever join the military. Every little thing you ever did he hated with his entire being: from the way you spoke to your squad, to the way you disciplined and trained them, even to the way you made your tea he hated. But, of course, he wasn’t being a hater for no reason.
You were a good fighter. Talented, agile, naturally gifted and athletic. You were capable of ridding a large area of titans within minutes, something not many scouts had a skill for. And although Levi had always silently admired that about you, that was the only thing that kept him from trying to get you kicked out. The two of you were opposite in personality: like opposite ends of earth, sun and moon, fire and water, the two of you had nothing in common and were never able to agree on anything.
“Everybody likes the new captain more than Levi,” he had overheard one of the other scouts whisper in the dining hall after you got promoted.
“Well, yeah. She’s so much nicer and a way better captain than Levi. She’s pretty, too.”
Pretty? Please, were those scouts blind? There was nothing pretty about you. Except for the fact that he seemed to be at a loss of words whenever his eyes looked into yours and the fact that whenever you pulled your hair out of your ponytail he got a whiff of your shampoo and took in a breath just to get a sniff of your shampoo and the fact that when you walked into a room you stole the attention of everybody there and the fact that you were so confident in your ability to run a squad and the fact that he did you find you pretty but he would never admit it and would rather feed himself to the titans than say so. But other than that, you spoke too much and too loud, you were taller than him, and you were annoying.
•••
“We’ve got a couple new scouts coming in,” Erwin spoke as he pulled out a sheet of paper from his desk, looking at the list of the new names of soldiers. He had called you and Levi into his office to discuss “important” things.
“I know you’ve just been promoted,” he looked up from the paper and into your eyes. “But these new recruits need some training and no one else is available to train them. Since you’re still a new captain yourself, I think it would be a good idea for Levi to help you and maybe teach you some things.”
Did he think you were incapable of training some new kids just because your promotion was recent? What kind of stupid logic was that? You were perfectly capable of training the new recruits all on your own and did not need that grumpy old short guy to help you.
“Sir, do not worry. I don’t require the assistance of captain Levi to train these new recruits. I think I know how to do that already,” you kept your hands behind your back and in clenched fists; your ego had taken a blow due to the fact that Erwin believed you needed help to do your job. Besides, you had a squad of your own and trained them yourself, so what made Erwin think you needed help?
“I think you do,” he replied flatly. “You’re a great captain and you’re good at training, but I think you’re too soft on your soldiers. Your soldiers need more discipline themselves…” he continued to list more stupid reasons as to why you needed Levi’s help, but you spaced out. Sneaking a peek at Levi standing beside you, you eyed his resting bitch face, absolutely no trace of human emotion on his face. Why was he being so quiet? Was he already informed of this before you? If so, why did he find out before you? Was he okay with doing it and that was why he wasn’t saying anything?
“They’ll be here this afternoon,” Levi turned to look at you, his voice stern and cold. “Their training will begin as soon as they arrive and if you’re late, you’ll be cleaning all the horses for tonight.”
“I’m never late,” you corrected.
“At yesterday’s meeting you showed up six minutes late. You are always late.” he told you bluntly.
“Well then, it’s settled. Try not to kill each other in the process of training the new recruits. We need to set an example and show them that the two of you are capable captains.” Erwin said proudly.
“Only one of us is a capable captain,” Levi says, rolling his eyes and turning to leave the room. Your eyes twitch in annoyance and your footsteps follow Levi’s out the office door. What the hell was he thinking? It would be such a waste of time to have both of you train the new recruits, so why would it be the two of you? And why did he say you’re always late? You’re never late! And if you weren’t a capable captain, why were you promoted? All Levi has ever done is shit on you and take any chance he can get to throw shade at you.
“I’ll have you know I’m a very capable captain. In fact, probably more capable than you. That’s why everyone likes me more than you,” you start lecturing him, catching up to his footsteps quickly as you follow him.
“People only like you more because you are nicer. Niceness does not kill titans; skills and weapons do.” he refuses to look at you, choosing to stare straight ahead.
“I know that.”
“Do you? Because since you became captain and began training more recruits, we have had a higher number of deaths since your dumb promotion.” he finally looked at you, eyes filled with such hatred it was like he could murder you if he stared long enough.
“That’s not true!”
“Of course you think that,” he rolled his eyes, his flat and monotone voice gone; he was beginning to get pissed. “You would know our deaths have been higher than usual if you bothered to put in effort and actually read the mission reports.”
“I do read them,”
“No, you do not. Because if you did, you would realize that the way you discipline and train our soldiers is doing them more harm than good. And you would change your ways of training. But instead, you hang around drinking with the others and making jokes and pulling pranks instead of doing your job properly.” Levi lectured, his voice laced with annoyance and hatred.
You always knew Levi thought you did a bad job as a captain, but you never thought he would actually say it to your face. He never said much to you, but when he did, it was just insults and lectures about everything you did wrong as a person.
“At least I leave time for fun! You’re all work and no play and this is why nobody likes you, Levi. Why do you think everyone calls you an old grumpy man?”
“Our soldiers are out here dying and you want to have fun? Are you that stupid, or do you just not have a brain? We don’t have time for your dumb little games, you idiot. Do you not care about the lives of our soldiers at all? Are you that much of a stupid brat that you are unable to comprehend that?”
You stare blankly at Levi. He was right. You didn’t realize it until now, but everything he said was right. While you never intended to poorly train anybody or get anybody killed, you realize that the way you did things probably caused the death of a lot of people because of you. Your heart sank and you were at a loss of words. You would never describe Levi as a nice person, but you didn’t think he was going to blow up in your face and insult everything you did. When all you do is stare at him in response, his eyes leave yours and he looks away awkwardly. After blowing up on you and practically yelling at you in the hallway, you grew silent and he was starting to feel awkward.
“See you tonight.” is all he says before he walks off, leaving you alone in the hallway.
•••
You were late. And not even by a few minutes, but by two hours. Two whole hours. After yelling at you in the hallways, you had gone to your room to take a nap and sleep off how you were feeling. Unfortunately, you overslept and nobody bothered to come and get you to wake you up.
Levi was going to kill you.
After sprinting your way to the training area like your life depended on it (because it did), you found Levi standing in front of the new recruits, his chin held high and proud as he spoke to them. When you walked up awkwardly to his side, he turned and rolled his eyes at you.
“Ah, the incapable captain I told you all about,” he begins, his eyebrows furrowing in annoyance because of your presence.
“At least I don’t need a step stool to grab some cups in the kitchen cabinets,” you automatically responded, straightening out your uniform. Your comment earned a couple laughs from the new recruits.
“Don’t forget you’re washing the horses tonight, captain.” his sharp eyes looked up at yours, a mischievous glimmer glowing in them. Ha! He thought you were actually going to listen to him and clean the horses?
“You are not my captain anymore, Levi. We are now equals, so I no longer take orders from you.” you grinned sarcastically. Now that you were standing in front of him again, you began to feel re-pissed from earlier.
“I’ve been a captain longer than you.”
“That doesn’t mean anything.”
“You might be a captain now, but remember you used to be in my squad.”
“Thankfully, I’m no longer part of it.”
Levi turns to you and eyes the pillow mark on your cheek, a smirk coming to play on his lips. When he noticed you weren’t on time, he had thought that maybe you were still mad at him earlier and decided you weren’t going to show up. While that might have pissed him off, he wouldn’t be surprised if that was what you were going to do.
“What the fuck are you looking at?” you retorted after noticing that he was looking at you for more than half a second. His stupid face was a waste of good looks.
“She is a perfect example of what you don’t want to do,” he turned back to the recruits. “Too lazy to show up on time and too lazy to fix themselves up before leaving the room.”
Your eyes twitch in annoyance and you lean down slightly to whisper to Levi. “When I wash the horses tonight, I’ll be sure to miss yours. I know how pissed you off you get when something or someone isn’t clean.”
He knew you weren’t joking. He knew that you knew exactly how to push his buttons. And if there’s one thing he knew about you, it was that you were petty and what you said wasn’t a threat, but a promise. But when you leaned down to whisper into his ear, your strands of hair that softly brushed against his cheek had him hesitating to say anything. He got a whiff of your shampoo and looked away. It smelled like peaches. Your whisper felt like a gentle tickle in his ear, your voice so low and sultry it annoyed him.
You were annoying.
“You don’t want to be on her squad. Trust me everyone, she’d probably get you killed.” Levi tells the recruits, his feet planted firmly where he was standing. He wasn’t moving away from you.
“Captain Levi here would probably overwork you all to death before that happens.” you send a sweet smile to the soldiers standing across from you and Levi.
“Right, well there’s a reason I’m humanity’s strongest soldier and not you.” the not-so-subtle brag had you rolling your eyes.
“There’s also a reason everyone calls you a grumpy old man behind your back,” you smile at everyone and Levi takes a deep breath in annoyance.
“Nobody calls me that.”
“Everybody calls you that.”
“That’s not true.”
“Of course you wouldn’t know. I just said that everyone says it behind your back. Were you not listening?”
“Every time you speak I choose not to listen.”
“Choose not to? Or can’t because your hearing is so bad now that you’re old?”
His mouth twitches. He is annoyed. “I might be older than you, but I’m still stronger than you.
“Oh, are you getting irritated, captain? I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were so sensitive to words. Must be a thing that happens when you get old…”
Before Levi is about to insult you back, the two of you hear a faint voice in the background. “Captain!” both of you turn around. It was Jean.
“Why are you interrupting us?” Levi glares, crossing his arms. “What do you want?”
“Hange told me to come get you guys. We’ve got food in the dining hall to celebrate the new scouts.”
“We’ve barely begun training. They can eat when they’re fin—”
“Dinner is serrrrved!” you exclaim, throwing your hands up in the air in victory. “Let’s go eat, newbies! You’ll need all the energy you can get if you are gonna kill some titans!” as you holler and hype up the scouts, you walk off and direct them all to follow you, leaving Levi in the dust.
As he watches you walk off, Levi’s eyes can’t help but drift to the person walking beside you. Jean.
•••
It’s like his eyes had a mind of their own. Almost like it was against his will, Levi’s eyes followed you around the dining hall. You were the life of the party: charismatic, friendly, and humorous. There was music and food and laughing and you were dancing for the scouts, a bright smile plastered on your pretty face. Normally he wouldn’t think much of it or even care to look, but a certain someone wouldn’t stop looking at you and touching you and being friendly with you.
Jean.
He knew the two of you were friendly, but he never thought it was anything more than that. But tonight, as he was watching you dance, Levi noticed that he wasn’t the only one watching you. Jean’s eyes followed you like you were the only person in the entire room. Jean admired you from his seat, hollering in excitement and hyping you up to the music.
Not that Levi cared. Of course not. Why would he? He totally wasn’t just sitting on some chair in the corner of the dining hall too cranky or upset to talk to anybody because he didn’t like the way Jean was looking at you. Where was Mikasa? Didn't the kid have a crush on her?
Levi scoffs to himself, taking a sip of his tea as he continues watching you. He sees you saunter over to Jean, grabbing his cup and taking a sip of it before smiling at him. Levi’s eyes can’t help but roll back. Why did you look so happy and smiley next to Jean? Why did it look like you were flirting with him? And why was Levi getting annoyed?
Why did he care anyway? He just found you annoying. Your presence, your personality, your entire being annoyed him. He stood up abruptly, setting his tea down and walking out to get some fresh air.
“Enjoying the party?” It was you.
“Did you follow me out here?” He leaned on the wooden fence railing and looked up at the night sky.
“You stomped out like a cranky old man, so I thought I’d check up on you.” you teased, coming up and resting your arms on the railing as well.
“I was doing just fine until you came out here. Don’t you have your boyfriend to go back to?” he couldn’t help but bring up Jean. He was nosy and wanted to so badly know if there was anything going on between the two of you.
“Which one?” you tried to joke, but you forgot he didn’t have a sense of humor because he just stared at you.
“Are you curious if I have a boyfriend or not?” you ask after a beat.
“I don’t care.”
“Bullshit. You must be curious at least a little bit. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have asked.” you tease, leaning towards him and tilting your head and waiting for an answer.
Fuck, why did you have to look at him like that? Head slightly tilted, hair tousled from dancing around, a bright glimmer of hope beaming in your eyes, something he lost a long time ago. His eyes met yours, and he found himself staring at you. Observing, admiring, memorizing your features. He blamed the glistening stars and the shining light of the moonlight that made you look so beautiful. He had found other people beautiful before, but your beauty couldn’t even be compared to others. There was something about you that always hooked his attention, always had his eyes searching for you, and always had his heart beating faster. Although he found you annoying and couldn’t stand being near you, when you weren’t around he found himself searching for you. Thinking of you. Longing for you.
“Are you staring at me, captain?” you teased sarcastically, a smug smile on your pretty lips.
“You’re just so ugly it’s unbelievable someone as ugly as you even exists.” what the fuck just came out of his mouth? It was an automatic response, something he would say out of annoyance but not actually mean. Levi felt himself panic a little, his heartbeat speeding up in fear of how you would respond.
“Oh yeah?” you smiled once more and his eyes wandered down to your lips. He wondered what they would feel like against his own. “If I’m so ugly, why do you keep looking at me? Why don’t you look away?”
You leaned in closer to him once more, your lips close to his if you even slightly moved forward you would be kissing. There was a moment of silence that sat between the two of you. You felt his breath on your lips, your gaze moving down to them. His heart began to race; why did it look like you were about to kiss him? Why were your eyes on his lips? And why were his eyes beginning to drift to yours?
“Levi,” your voice a whisper. His head tilted slightly to the side, like he was getting ready to lean and kiss you. The background noise of music and the scouts cheering inside faded away because all he could focus on was your lips.
“Yes?” He sounded so sweet, so soft. It wasn’t like him at all; he had never been this nice to you. Usually when you tried to get his attention he always answered with nothing but a cold attitude.
“What do you want?”
“If you’re going to say something stupid like you usually do, go bother someone else. Unlike you, I actually have work to do.”
“Don’t fucking talk to me right now. I’m not interested in whatever bullshit you have to say, you brat.”
“Do you—” you began.
“CAPTAIN!” the door behind you slammed open, a slightly drunk Jean stumbling out and holding his beer up. “We’re playing a drinking game, come join us!”
“I’m not interested. Fuck off.” Levi angrily replied.
“Oh. I wasn’t talking to you,” Jean awkwardly said, eyes drifting from Levi to you.
“A drinking game? Sounds fun!” you excitedly smiled, straightening back up and pulling away from Levi. As you began to follow Jean back inside, you felt a firm grip on your arm.
“She’s not interested either,” Levi spoke for you, his hand tugging you back to where you were standing next to him. “We’re discussing mission stuff.” he doesn’t know why he said that. A lie like that just rolled off his tongue so easily and so automatically. If he was being honest with himself, he didn’t want you to go back inside, but stay out there with him.
Jean seemed to notice the hostile vibe from Levi, nodded, then walked back inside. Levi’s hand stayed wrapped around your arm, his grip strong and firm.
“What are you doing?” you asked.
“If you go back in there and start drinking, you’re just gonna get drunk and I’m going to have to take you back to your room again.” he complained, but really it was just an excuse to get you to stay out there with him.
“That was one time!”
“You fucking threw up on me! Twice!”
“Well, where was I supposed to vomit? My bed?!”
“Just don’t throw up at all!”
“How could you say that to a drunk person?!”
“Maybe don’t get drunk and I won’t say that!”
“Ugh, whatever. This is why nobody likes you, Levi.” you roll your eyes, shaking your hand from his grip. You get drunk one time and he decides to bring it up at every chance he gets.
“You think I care about what other people think?”
“I think you care what I think of you.”
“You’re thinking wrong. Maybe if you actually had a brain you wouldn’t say that. I don’t know what Erwin was thinking when he promoted someone as stupid and incompetent as you.”
“Whatever, short bitch.” you snorted.
“What did you say to me?”
“Oh sorry,” you sarcastically apologize, dramatically leaning down. “Lemme lean down to your level so you can hear me. I forgot you’re old, too.”
He scoffs, flicking your forehead aggressively with his middle finger. “OW! What the hell was that for?”
“For being such a brat.”
“What? Me wanting to go and have some fun is being a brat?”
“Yeah. If Jean hadn’t suggested something so stupid, you wouldn’t want to do something so stupid.”
“What does this have anything to do with Jean?” you questioned. Why was he suddenly bringing Jean up? “Wait,” you pointed an accusing finger at him. “Are you jealous?”
“What? Are you stupid? What kind of dumb question is that?” he scoffs again, leaning back on the railing and rolling his eyes. He tried to hide it, but the faint pink on his cheeks was obvious.
You gasped dramatically, covering your mouth. “You are, aren’t you?!”
“No!”
“Would you look at that,” you tilted your head in amusement. “Captain Levi is jealous.”
“Not only are you stupid, but you’re crazy too.”
“Insult me all you want; I know you’re jealous.” you couldn’t help but grin to yourself. Excitement fluttered in your chest and you peeked at Levi, trying to see if he had any sort of reaction.
Although you looked at him and waited for some sort of reaction, Levi was still able to keep himself together. It felt as if his heart was about to explode and his hands were clammy from being nervous and he wanted to avoid all and any eye contact with you because if he even looked at you for one second his facade would break.
You wouldn’t stop staring. Your soft, inviting, and beautiful eyes would not leave his face and the more you stared the harder it became to keep a straight face. He needed to change the subject.
“About the other day after leaving Erwin’s office,” he started. “I’m sorry for what I said. I should have been a little nicer about it.”
Levi apologized? To you? If there was one thing you thought you would never hear from the old grumpy guy, it was an apology.
“Even though what I said is true, I could have worded it better so that you wouldn’t cry.”
“I didn't cry!”
“I know you did. I walked by your room after that and heard you.”
“You listened in on me crying? You’re such a freak,” you poked fun at him. “I didn’t even know you were capable of apologizing. Or even feeling bad.”
“I know you’re a sensitive person.”
“I am not a sensitive person.”
“Yes you are.”
“No, I am no—”
“Would you just shut up and accept my apology?” he burst out, ruthless eyes glaring at you.
Levi was an impatient man. “You don’t apologize to someone and demand for them to forgive you,” you lectured. “That’s not how it works, captain. Of course you wouldn’t know; this is probably the first time you’ve ever said sorry.”
He knew he shouldn’t have apologized because all you were going to do was critique it and annoy him again. “Whatever,” he rolled his eyes, pushing himself off the fence. You knew he was about to leave. “Don’t get too drunk. I’m not going to take you back to your room if you do.”
“I’ll have Jean take me to my room then. Or maybe his.” you brought him up again, just to test the waters and make sure he was actually jealous and you weren’t just crazy. You didn’t actually intend on getting drunk or having Jean escort you back to your room, you just wanted a reaction.
“Do whatever you want.” he brushed you off, waving a hand in dismissal as he began walking away.
•••
Maybe it was the alcohol or the midnight sky or the glistening stars, but since that night you and Levi were able to have a somewhat decent conversation without wanting to throw the other across the room. And since that night, his insults haven’t been as harsh as usual and he didn’t jump at every chance to point out everything that was wrong with you. Surprisingly, he actually began to speak to you as if you were a human and had human emotions. It felt weird at first, and you thought that maybe he was only acting that way because you were forced to train the new scouts together, but even after their training finished, he was slightly nicer to you. If he kept it up, you might even consider him your friend.
He might have begun being nicer to you, but that wasn’t the case for Jean. Jean was getting scolded more often and more harshly than usual, over the smallest things that didn’t even matter. It was so obvious that even the other scouts started noticing.
“Jean’s getting scolded again,” you overheard Armin inform his friends in the dining hall. Your eyes shifted to Levi and Jean a couple feet away. Jean was looking away in shame and Levi was staring up at him, mouth going off and blabbering about how his tea was lukewarm.
“Over what?” Eren asked.
“Captain Levi asked Jean to heat up his tea, but apparently it wasn’t hot enough.”
“HA! He probably deserved it!” Eren cracked up, grabbing his stomach in the process to soothe his laughter.
“But haven’t you noticed too,” Armin lowered his voice in an attempt to be more secretive. You heard your name and all of a sudden their conversation was interesting and now you were listening on purpose. “He’s been so nice to her lately…”
You began to crane your neck towards the young scouts, nosy and desperate to hear what they were saying about you. Nonchalantly taking a sip of your drink, you felt a firm hand grip your shoulder. “Captain,” you looked up.
It was Levi. You never thought much of it before, but now that Levi was referring to you as captain had your heart doing leaps in your chest. It was small and insignificant, but something about him putting respect on your name and calling you with your title made you feel appreciated.
“Come with me. Mission meeting.”
•••
You had forgotten that Erwin asked the two of you to team up and join squads together on an upcoming mission. Since Levi had toned down his attitude towards you, Erwin took it as a sign and assumed the two of you were growing closer. Unfortunately, the mission didn’t run as smoothly as you had hoped.
You sustained an injury, it was light and minor, but it still worried everyone. You had crashed into a tree, a couple tree branches scraping you and drawing blood. You had hastily ripped off a part of your shirt, clumsily wrapping it around the injury on your arm in an attempt to stop the bleeding. Now that you were back in the walls safely, you were trying to wrap your arm up again with bandages with one hand. You struggled, failing to wrap it around your bleeding arm, cursing under your breath and debating whether or not you should go out and ask for someone’s help. Luckily, someone walked into the room to help you.
That someone was Levi.
He walked in silently, his light footsteps were the only sound in the room as he walked up to you. “Need help?”
“No, I don’t. I’m perfectly capable of doing it on my own.”
“Doesn’t look like it. You’re still bleeding.”
“I’m not blind, I can see that.” you remarked, once again struggling to wrap the bandage around your arm. You hissed in frustration and pain. Why wouldn’t the stupid bandage just wrap around you?
“You’re such an idiot,” he commented, stepping in front of where you were sitting. He stood between your legs, your legs touching his. He didn’t make a move to pull away, his slender fingers brushing against yours as he took the bandage from your hands and gently wrapping it around your wound. His hands were soft. Contrasting his personality and attitude, his hands handled you with a gentle touch.
“I told you to be careful before we left for the mission,” he said, securing the bandage around your arm. Your eyes drifted to his slender hands, veins slightly protruding as he applied pressure to the bandage. “And you didn’t listen.”
“You think I wanted to get hurt on purpose?” you retorted, rolling your eyes and wincing at the pain of your injury.
“Does it hurt?”
“Duh.”
“Weakling,” he finished wrapping you up, his eyes staring down into yours. “You need to be more careful next time.” his voice was almost a whisper, filled with a slight touch of concern.
“I know that already.” your eyes stayed on his. His sharp eyes focused on your face, his pupils darting around the details on your face. Was there something on your face? You felt a rush of insecurity and an embarrassing blush grew on your cheeks. “Is there something on my face? Why do you keep looking at me, huh? Got a crush on me or something?”
You watched Levi inhale deeply, his breath lightly brushing against your cheek and you suddenly realized just how close he was standing in front of you. Even though he already finished wrapping you up, he was still standing close to you, his legs brushing against yours. You watched his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed nervously, his eyes going from watching your face to looking away.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” he warned.
“Oh?” you suddenly smiled with confidence. You loved watching him when you irritated him; he got annoyed so easily it was amusing. And when he got irritated, the warning look he shot at you with his eyes sharpened and hard, made you want to push his buttons even more.
“Is it really so ridiculous? Because you can’t seem to take your eyes off me, just like the other night. Am I really so ugly you’re unable to look away?” you remark, thinking about how he called you ugly the other night in a panic when you caught him staring at you.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “I’ve never seen anyone as unattractive as you are.” his eyes dropping down to your lips and lingering on them.
You don’t know why, but in the moment you wondered how he would react if you kissed him. The looks he kept giving you made you weak in the knees and you couldn’t help but want to give into your desires.
“Then why are you staring at my lips, captain?” you challenged, a teasing smile creeping up.
“Because you talk too much,” his eyes darted to yours for just a beat before dropping back down to your lips. “You talk too much…” he repeated, but this time it was a whisper, his lips hovering over yours. “And you’re too loud…” he whispered, his voice laced with a strange sweetness you had never heard before.
“I talk too much and I’m too loud? Oh yeah, then what else do you hate about me?”
“You’re too cocky,” he answers you, his arms coming down to rest on the chair you were sitting down on either side of you. You got a whiff of his scent and inhaled the smell of bar soap. “And when you’re hanging around the other scouts, you dance so horribly it hurts to look at.” his head tilts to the side almost as if he was ready to kiss you. All you had to do was move forward the tiniest bit and you’d get to taste his lips.
“You watch me when I dance?” you grin, tilting your head the other way and leaning in just a bit. When you leaned in, you noticed he didn’t make a move to lean away from you. You have never been this close to Levi, so now that you were, you felt a rush of excitement and wanted more of it.
“Yeah, you’re so bad at it, it’s entertaining.” you saw a small grin appear on his face, something you almost never saw.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” he quickly says before leaning down and lightly brushing his nose against yours, if he moved any closer his lips would be on yours. He exhales against your skin, his breathing uneven as he attempts to hold himself back.
When he doesn’t make a move, you grow impatient and lean in to kiss him yourself. To your surprise, he doesn’t pull away, but instead surrenders to his desires and closes his eyes. He is still for a moment, and you wonder if it is because he regrets kissing you back or if it is because he’s nervous. You lean in to him a bit, trying to signal to him to start actually kissing you back. The faint taste of black tea covers your lips before a sudden realization, and your eyes shoot open.
“Was that your first kiss?” you ask, pulling away and smirking down at him, the new memory of levi moving his lips against your clumsily in an attempt to kiss you made you smile.
His eyes widened in fear and embarrassment. “W-What? No!”
“Oh my, captain. I didn’t know you had this side to you. Wanna kiss again? I'll show you how to do it.” you wink, enjoying the slight blush that crept up on his cheeks as his eyes looked everywhere but yours.
“I’ve kissed people before!”
“Your mother doesn’t count.”
“I wasn’t talking about her!”
You grab his chin, tilting it downwards as you look up at him. “That’s cute. You’re cute. Kiss me again,” you lean in excitedly. After finding out how inexperienced he was, it made you want to kiss him even more. When you’re about to lean in and kiss him again, Levi panics and hastily puts his hands on his shoulder to stop you.
“I—what are you doing?!”
“What? You don’t wanna kiss me anymore?”
“You… you brat. You made fun of me,” there is a slight pout on his lips.
Oh. He was hurt you had made fun of him. Well, you didn’t know he was that sensitive to it. “Sorry,” you tell him. You stand up, stepping away from him because now you’ve just made it awkward and feel the urge to leave. When you wait for his response and it’s silent, you decide to leave.
Levi can’t believe what he just did. He let you kiss him?! What the hell was he thinking? Was he actually out of his mind? Of all the people there, why did it have to be you? All you ever did was annoy him with your stupid face and stupid and arrogant attitude.
But as he continues standing there after you had just walked out, he can’t help but want to go after you and apologize. He can’t help but want to tell you that he was just nervous and excited and that he didn’t know what to do and that he actually did want to kiss you.
Your lips were warm and soft and even though it was a moment, your kiss made him feel safe. Your kiss had him melting, wanting more. More of the kiss and more of you.
•••
It was freezing. Levi should have gone back to his room and tried to light a fire again and cover himself with his blankets and gone to sleep but his mind was too busy with thoughts.
Thoughts of you.
His eyes fluttered closed for a moment as he leaned on the fence outside his room’s porch, breathing in the crisp midnight breeze. In his head, vivid images of your lips on his invaded his mind. A pink blush crept on his cheeks as he recalled the exhilarating feeling of your lips on his. He hastily shook his head; he didn’t want to give into that feeling. He was falling for you and he was falling hard. He had to get his head straight.
Taking a deep breath in an attempt to push away thoughts of you, he walked back into his room and tried to light a fire again. His stupid clumsy hands couldn’t light the stupid fire and was getting annoyed. His mind jumped to an outrageous idea: what if he just visited your room so he could just use the fireplace there instead of wasting his time trying to use his? Was he just using that as an excuse to go visit your room? Of course not. It would be such a waste of matches if he lit his own fire. And, of course, he wouldn’t want to waste his matches…
Levi felt ridiculous. What the hell was he doing, standing in front of your door in the middle of the night and knocking? Was he that desperate to see you he had to come find you in the middle of the night? And what was that dumb excuse of using your fireplace for heat to come see you?
“Levi?” you raised an eyebrow in confusion when you opened the door. “What’re you doing here?”
His eyes immediately looked you up and down, admiring your figure as you stood there in your nightgown, waiting for him to answer you.
“Captain,” he spoke, at a loss of what to say. “Um, well it’s a little cold…”
“Yeah.”
“A-And I was trying to make a fire, but I couldn’t.”
“Okay.”
“So I thought maybe—maybe you had a fire going in your room.” he sounded awkward and rigid. God, why was he struggling to get words out that made sense? He was already mortified enough he came knocking at your door in the middle of the night, but he was even more mortified when he noticed the way you look. Your nightgown was thin, almost see through, and he could see the curve of your breasts through it, your nipples peeking out from the thin material.
“Well, as you can see,” you opened the door slightly wider and showed him your fireplace. “I do have a fire going.”
“That’s what I thought,” he paused, trying to decide how he wanted to ask if he could come in. No matter how much he thought about it in the mere second he hesitated, there was no good way to ask. No matter how he would word it, he’d sound desperate and obvious that he just wanted to come in and see you.
“You already said that.”
He decided to just rip off the bandaid; he already looked pathetic showing up at your room, there was no point in pretending anymore. “Do you mind if I come in? For the… for the fire? It’s a little cold.” he sheepishly asked, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. Jeez, he felt like such a loser.
Until now, he didn’t see you show any sort of reaction or emotion to him knocking on your door, until now.
You tilted your head in amusement, a smirk growing on your face. “Oh? Are you sure that’s the only reason you want to come in, captain?” you teased, leaning down slightly to meet his eyes.
Levi’s eyes couldn’t help but wander down to your cleavage, the cut of your dress was low and exposed you. “What other reason would I have?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” you feigned innocence. But if someone saw us, they could assume you’re here for something else besides just wanting to warm up…” you told him mischievously, your eyes checking the hallway for anyone. His eyes bulged and his breath caught in his throat, unable to come up with a response.
“I’m joking,” you break the silence, crossing your arms and smiling at his response. When Levi wasn’t lecturing you or yelling at you, he was cute. “Come in.” he walked in silently, choosing to sit on a chair as you sat on your bed.
“So what brings you to my room at this hour?”
He didn’t want to outright say it was because he wanted to see you, but he wanted to see you. “I’m sorry,” he began. “About earlier. I panicked, so that’s why I pushed you away.”
“No worries, there’s no need to apologize. I wasn’t mad.”
That was it? Levi was overthinking and worried that he had upset you, but you brushed it off like it was no big deal.
“Oh. Okay.”
“Was that all you needed?”
“Um,” he’s trying to think of something else to say—something else to say, so that he won’t have to leave (really so that you won’t kick him out and he has an excuse to stay), but his mind has been blurry since he stepped foot into your room. He is nervous: hands clammy and shaky, breathing uneven and louder than usual, and eyes struggling to meet yours.
“You look like you want to kiss me.”
“What?! No, I don’t!”
“Oh yeah? Then why do you keep looking at my lips?” you questioned.
He didn’t realize his eyes kept running back to your lips. He stands up abruptly, heading for the door in embarrassment. Levi reaches for the door, stepping forward to walk out. When he’s halfway out the door, he panics, quickly backing into your room, but he bumps into you.
“What’re you—” you had originally stood up to watch him leave and close the door when he backs into your space. You get a whiff of his hair, it smells subtle and clean.
“Shit,” he slams the door and turns around. “I saw someone in the hallway.”
“And?” you look down into his eyes, panic rising in them.
“What would people think if they saw me walking out of your room in the middle of the night?” he nervously says, fidgeting with his hands in front of him, his back pressed against your bedroom door as he looks into your eyes.
“Well,” you start. “Why are you really here anyways? Is it actually because you’re cold? Or is it something more?” your tone sounds suggestive.
“You’ve misunderstood.” he speaks, his voice barely a whisper and his eyes lingering on your lips.
“Did I?” you reply, your eyes dropping down to his lips. He licks them unconsciously, almost leaning in.
“Yes, I don’t like you that way.” a total lie.
“You don’t like me?” you smile and lean closer to him. He stands there firmly, his nose brushing against yours as he finally looks up into your eyes.
“Not at all.” he doesn’t even bother to try and hide the fact he’s lying.
“Then why do you keep staring at my lips? You look like you wanna kiss me.” you told him again.
“No,” he inhales sharply, his breathing uneven as he moves his mouth dangerously closer to yours.
“So what? You hate me?”
“Yes,” he leans in, pressing his lips against yours. His lips are still against yours for a moment before he pulls away, cheeks red and eyes droopy. “I hate you.”
Maybe it was because your room was warm and cozy and inviting, or maybe because it was late at night and he was just desperate and lonely, but kissing you had Levi feeling shaky and nervous but excited. Your lips were warm and soft against his and he found himself wanting to press his body against yours in an attempt to be closer to you.
He had tried so hard to suppress his desires to be with you, to be near you, to want you. But the walls he forcefully put up were crumbling so easily with a simple kiss from you.
He leans in again, this time more aggressive and desperate. You smile into the kiss—he had no idea what he was doing. But the fact that he was so desperate and wanted more so badly he was willing to make a move himself had you feeling warm and fuzzy on the inside. You pull away, his lips searching for yours as you do.
“Gentle now, captain.” you whisper. It felt as if he was in a rush when there was no need for that.
Your hand gently came up to his cheek, softly touching his skin. He leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed. It was like he was under a spell: he was so quiet and so desperate, it wasn’t like the usual Levi.
“Still hate me?” you joke.
His eyes open. This time, they’re no longer empty. His eyes are soft, focused on yours, hopeful of what is to come next.
“Yes.”
“I like you, too.” you lean in, kissing him slowly and gently. Your hands snake through his hair, tilting his head slightly to gain better access to his lips. His arms wrap around your neck, pulling you closer to him as he presses his body up against yours. His back is pressed up against the door, and you can feel his rapid heartbeat through his shirt causing you to smile into the kiss. He quickly becomes breathless, pulling away from you, his lips hovering over yours.
As quickly as he pulls away, he pushes himself into you again, longing for more. You kiss him back, your tongue lightly licking at his mouth, asking for permission. He hesitantly opens his mouth into the kiss. Kissing him makes you feel as if you’re drunk. It’s so addicting and so satisfying it makes you want more. You lick inside his mouth, your fingers tightly gripping the roots of his hair. You pull away, your fingers grabbing his hair and tugging on it and forcing him to look into your eyes. He breathes heavily, his eyelids barely open and lips glistening wet.
“Kiss me more,” he breathes.
“Why should I?” you tease.
“I want—no, need more of you.”
“If you want me that bad, beg for it.”
You wanted Levi to beg for it?! As if he wasn’t already embarrassed enough, you were going to make him beg for more? Did he look that desperate you thought you could make him beg for it and he’d pull through and actually do it? There was no way he was going to do that. Absolutely not. He’d rather—
“Please,” he automatically said. Even though his head was telling him not to, his heart wouldn’t listen. His hands run down your back and wrap around your waist. You can feel the warmth of his hands through your nightgown, his hands rubbing at your hips soothingly.
“Hmm?” you pretend you have no idea what he’s talking about. He leans into your side, his breath tickling your ear as he breathes in the scent of your hair. The hands on your hips pull you towards him, his hips pressing against yours, the pressure causing him to twitch in his pants.
“Come on,” he whispers as he tries to control his breathing. He felt unsteady, his breath uneven as he held himself back. “Don’t make me beg.”
He’s embarrassed. “Guess you don’t like me enough to beg,” you shrug, letting him go and crossing the room to sit on your bed.
Levi stays at your door for a moment, debating whether or not he wants to give into your desires. When his hand comes up to lock your bedroom door knob, you smirk. He makes his way over to where you’re sitting, politely kneeling down in front of you. He looks up at you through his strands of hair, his usual sharp eyes looking round and soft like a puppy.
“Please,” he says again. “Tell me what to do.” his hands come up to grab your shins, his fingers sneaking underneath your dress and caressing your skin gently. His slender hands make their way up to your knees and he tentatively lifts your nightgown to leave a loving kiss on your knee.
He looks back up to see you staring down at him, a playful smirk painted on your face. You can’t help but smile at the fact that Levi was on his knees in front of you, so willing and eager to do whatever you wanted. He looked so submissive—his back slightly arched, shaky hands holding onto you, and voice whiny. You felt a throb in your core, taking a deep breath in an attempt to control yourself so you wouldn’t pounce on him right then and there.
“Come up here,” you whisper softly and he follows you immediately and crawls up the bed, his legs straddling your lap as he nervously sits on top of you.
Your hands come up to squeeze his thighs, his muscles tensing as soon as you do. He wraps his hands around your neck, pulling you closer to him as your eyes move to his neck. You imagine he would look good with hickies. So you lean in, leaving a small kiss on his neck. After a few small kisses, you can’t help but nibble on his skin, biting the sensitive area and sucking on his soft skin. He reacts quickly, pulling you closer to himself and pushing your head into his neck. It is faint and quiet, but a small moan escapes his lips and his hand comes up to immediately cover his mouth.
You wanted to hear more. As your tongue traces his skin and as you start leaving marks on his neck, his head tilts back in pleasure, whimpers beginning to leave his pretty lips. He bites down on his bottom lip, gulping as he tries his hardest to stay quiet. But the more he whimpers, the harder you suck on his skin, and he can’t help but start rocking his hips involuntarily.
“Hnghh,” he whines, his hips rocking against your thighs, desperate for some friction. Your hands move from his thighs up to his ass, grabbing it and squeezing shamelessly as his hips rock faster.
You pull away from him, cupping his ass one more as he whimpers in pleasure. Levi looks down at you, eyes dropping down to your lips as he leans in and licks at your mouth. This time the kiss is sloppy, rushed, and impatient. The more time that passes between the both of you, the more desperate you become. You bite down on his bottom lip, aggressively pulling him into you as you kiss him harder.
“Haaa,” he pulls away breathlessly, his rocking hips slowing down. “I’ve run out of patience.”
“I noticed.”
“I want it so badly. I want you so badly. P-please,” he huffs.
“Have a little more patience, Levi.” you stroke his cheek tenderly. “We’ve got the whole night.”
He blushes, his hands coming up to reach for the first button on his shirt. “It’s a little hot in here,” his hands tremble, failing to undo his button.
You smirk, watching him nervously try to undress. “Trying to give me a show?”
“Stop-stop teasing me,” he pouts, grabbing your hand and bringing it to his chest. “Undress me.” he demands.
“Whatever you say, captain.” your skillful fingers work at his shirt buttons, easily undoing them and pulling his shirt off for him. He’s slender but muscular, and when your eyes admire his figure, you spot his hardened erection through his pants. He doesn’t bother to cover it up out of embarrassment, instead, choosing to grab your hand and guide it to where he really wants it.
You start gently rubbing him through the cloth, his hips slowly, rocking against the friction of your hands. You were surprised he seemed so open about what he wanted—you had thought he was going to be shyer. You stroked his hard dick through the thin material of his pants, his head leaning into the crook of your neck. He breathes in and out slowly, trying to keep his composure but it slowly begins to fade the more aroused he grows because of you.
He whimpers, his hips slowing down to a stop. “I’m ready for more,” he whispers against your ear and climbs off of you, grabbing you on top of him as he lies on the mattress.
“Hmm,” you begin, your fingers slowly undoing his pants. “How many people have you been with, Levi?” you asked innocently, your hands tugging at his pants. He lifts his hips up, allowing you to slip off his pants and underwear. His hardened cock lies against his flat stomach, glistening with his pre-cum.
“Not many,” he answers. “I don’t have a lot of experience.” he continues shyly and looks away in embarrassment.
“Cute,” you grab him, your hand stroking him from his shaft to his tip. You lean over him, sticking out your tongue and letting saliva drip onto his tip, making sure to maintain eye contact with him. His eyes widen, surprised at what you’re doing but pleasured. Your saliva coats him, allowing you to more easily stroke him, your thumb circling over his tip. His hips automatically thrust upwards into your hand, his own hands gripping the bed sheets. You feel him twitch in your hands, smirking to yourself as you bring your mouth down to him once more.
Levi’s mind is hazy and his judgment is clouded. It’s like he’s under a spell from you, he desires so much from you and is so willing to do absolutely anything for you to fulfill those desires. His head tilts downwards to watch you, your eyes hungry and determined. He can’t help but whimper even though you haven’t gone down on him completely, he is just desperate for anything at this point. He watches you smack his cock on the tip of your tongue playfully, your hand expertly stroking his shaft. He moans, making sure to cover his mouth so that nobody else hears but you.
His eyes are still trained on yours though, watery as tears begin to fill his eyes. He feels your mouth take in all of his length, sucking him in as your hands massage his thighs. He feels you forcefully spread his legs wider, and his cheeks heat up. If it weren’t for the low lighting in the room, he would collapse from embarrassment. It was something about him splayed out on your bed, legs spread open by your hands that had him feeling a little too exposed and humiliated. Strangely, he liked it. He enjoyed being underneath you, allowing you to do whatever you desired with his body.
There was something about Levi in tears, whining and whimpering for more underneath you that had you shaking in excitement. His whimpers were like music to your ears and all you wanted in the moment was to hear more of it. He wasn’t afraid to hold back how good he was feeling and it made you want to please him even more. You took him in your mouth once more, your tongue swirling over his sensitive tip. His hips can’t help but thrust again, and you hold him down, pushing down on his thighs with your hands. You come back up, your mouth leaving a string of saliva as you pull away from him. He already looks out of breath, his forehead slightly glistening with sweat as he struggles to catch his breath.
“You look like you need some relief,” you tease, crawling up to straddle him. You begin lifting your dress to take it off, and his eyes immediately drift to your breasts. He watches you undress in silence, choosing to quietly admire you from a distance.
He chuckles quietly, his hands grabbing at your thighs. He rubs up and down at your skin, his eyes focused on yours. “You look like you want to sit on my face,” he replies.
“I think you’re the one who wants me to,” you smirk, moving to hover over his face. You catch a glimpse of excitement and arousal in his eyes.
“I do,” he confesses. “I want to taste you so bad,” he continues, biting down on his bottom lip. “Please—please let me.”
“Well, since you seem so desperate.” you smile, grabbing the headboard in front of you as he grabs you, forcefully sitting you on top of his face.
His tongue immediately comes up to lick you, and he moans. His hands snake back to grab your ass, pushing you further onto his mouth as he struggles to find your clit. You chuckle, angling your hips and thrusting in his face so that your clit gets the stimulation you need. You begin to ride his face, your hips aggressively thrusting as he moans into you. You wonder if he’s struggling to breathe, so you pull away a bit, but he pulls you back into him, his hands squeezing your ass cheeks as he laps at your pussy, whimpering in pleasure. You pull away, his face shining with your wetness and cheeks rosy.
“Not bad,” you tell him, grabbing his chin with your hands. “Now it’s time to open up, captain.” your fingers ghost over his lips and he automatically opens them, taking in your two fingers. His tongue is warm and wet and swirls around your fingers as his eyes close in pleasure. He moans against your fingers as you shove them deeper into his mouth, making sure to coat them in his saliva. When you pull them out, you bring your fingers to your wetness, rubbing at your entrance.
“Fuck,” he whispers, his hand coming up to stroke his dick as he watches you tease yourself. He moans again, watching as you rub your clit, your fingers teasing yourself once more as you insert a finger into yourself. You moan, thrusting into your own fingers and Levi strokes himself faster, captivated by you.
“Please,” he starts, tapping your thigh with his hand politely. Cute. “Fuck me, please. I need you so bad. Please, please fuck me.” he desperately asks, his eyes tearing up once again.
“Oh? How badly do you want it?” you hover over him, rubbing your clit on his dick, your hips slowly grinding against him.
“Ahh,” he moans and grabs your hips and presses you onto his cock. “Please… please ride me. I want you to fuck me so badly, please.” a tear slides down his cheek, more tears swelling in his beautiful eyes.
You feel yourself throb as you hover over him, patience thin. You push yourself into him, taking in his cock and throwing your head back in pleasure. You tighten around him and feel him throb inside of you. You bite down on your lip to contain your moans, making sure to keep quiet. Levi, however, was the total opposite. He was so aroused and so desperate and so turned out it was like he had completely forgotten that the walls were thin and it was late at night and people were trying to sleep. He was moaning loudly, tears escaping his eyes as he cried out to you in pleasure. He was thrusting upwards into you, frantic for some friction. His hands were gripping his bedsheets once again as he fucked himself into you, whimpers escaping his pretty lips.
“Fuck,” you mumbled as you bounced on top of him, taking in his dick. “People are going to hear you if you don’t quiet down.” you warned, leaning down to get closer to his face.
“Hnngh, I’m sorry,” he whispers, tilting his chin up for a kiss. You give in, sloppily kissing him as he opens his mouth to let you in, moaning into your mouth as his hips begin thrusting faster. You pull away from him, breathless as your hand sneaks down to rub your clit. He pulls you into him, holding you close as his hand strokes your hair lovingly. You feel him breathe against your ear, whimpering in pleasure as you continue to ride him. You feel yourself growing closer, so you begin to ride him faster as his moans grow louder in volume.
“H-Harder,” he breathes. “Please fuck me harder.” he pleads and you oblige, your hips speeding up along with his thrusts. He’s more vocal now, whining your name and moaning as if there isn’t somebody sleeping right next door.
“Haaa,” he sighs, face flushed and hips struggling to keep up. He throws his head back against the pillows, panting in pleasure and hands coming up to grab your thighs, fucking himself harder into you. You feel the familiar knot in your stomach, your pussy squeezing down on him as you rub yourself, hips stuttering as a wave of pleasure takes over and you cum, toes curling and holding onto his hands that grab at yours. When he feels you cum on him, he whimpers and bucks into you, unable to hold himself back any longer. You pull yourself off of him and he moans, his cum spurting out and landing on his stomach. His face is flushed and he’s out of breath; he looked beautiful.
His eyes bore into yours, and it is silent in the room except for the sound of both of you catching your breath. As you come down from your high, you climb off of him, your legs trembling. Levi immediately sits up, grabbing your shoulder gently to sit you back down.
“I’ll help clean up,” he assures you, leaving a kiss on your cheek.
After the two of you clean up in silence, he wonders if you are going to let him stay there, or kick him out. Now that the two of you have given in to your desires to have sex, what now? Should he confess his feelings to you now that he’s realized them, or wait for you to say something? What if you just thought tonight was nothing more than a no strings attached sex? His heart sank at the idea. He didn’t want that at all. He wanted to be with you. He wanted to be yours. Watching you finish changing your bed sheets, he awkwardly crosses the room to stand next to you.
“Um,” he starts, and you stop what you’re doing to look at him. “Do you need help? With—with your sheets..?”
“No, as you can see, I’m done.” you gesture to your made bed.
“O-Oh,” he pauses, nervous and unsure of what to say.
You look at him, watching him rub the back of his neck out of anxiety and awkwardness. “Levi,” you start.
“Captain,” he automatically responds.
“Do you like me?”
His eyes widen and he appears to be taken back. “Uh, I—Yes. I… I thought it was obvious.”
“You never actually said it. I was the only one to confess.” you point out.
“Oh.” here it was. Here was the moment he had to pour out his feelings and confess his love for you. The only thing was, he was so horrible with words.
“Um,” he starts. How many times has he said that already? Jeez, he felt so stupid and nervous and embarrassed. “At first—I thought I hated you. I thought you were a horrible captain and bad at your job and annoying and a terrible dancer and I also thought you talked way too much and sometimes it would give me a headache and you’re also really cocky, but—” he stopped himself. Why was he insulting you? He was supposed to confess his feelings and all he did was start insulting you? What the hell was wrong with him?
“S-Sorry. I’m sorry. What I’m trying to say is—I… I like you. A lot. And… and, if you—I would like to be yours. All yours.” he pouted, disappointed in his confession of love.
You smile, pulling him into a sweet kiss. “Well, you could’ve just said so, captain.”
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“Did you hear?” you overheard Armin whisper quite loudly to his friends as you sit a couple tables away from them in the dining hall with Levi. He was drinking tea as you munched on a sandwich.
“He confessed his feelings to her! Captain Levi?! Can you believe that? I always thought he hated her!” he said excitedly, hitting Eren’s arm.
“Please, she’s out of his league.” Jean pointed out sourly, a hint of jealousy in his voice.
You thought you were the only one listening in on them, but when you look over to Levi, he’s smirking in victory after hearing what Jean said.
“How do you know that?” Mikasa asks Armin.
“Hange said she saw Levi walking into her room a couple nights ago around midnight,” he begins. “And she said they were loud! Especially captain Levi!”
You eye Levi, and as soon as he hears what Armin says, he spits out his tea, coughing as his eyes widen in embarrassment. You laugh, rubbing his back to soothe him.
“I warned you that someone would hear.” you tease.
“That shithead Hange—” he coughs again, his face turning red. “Shut up, you brat.”
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a/n: thank you sm for reading! i didn’t mean for it to be this long lmao
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Hiii, I have been thinking about Levi so much recently
The way I wanna take Levi down and make him a crying mess and shut him up and have him know that he isn’t aloud to touch the mc… and ofc using a strap on I wanna make that man cry below me and know that he isn’t in control anymore and all his pleasure is up to the mc and if he wants something he better start begging. Sorry I just…I love that man and I wanna see him on his knees begging whimpering and crying, knowing that no one else he’s been with would ever dare treat him like this. Anyways…. :) I wanna call him a pretty boy and a good boy and I wanna kiss his head and give him back hugs and treat him so gently. :) :) how are you Nini?
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Hey hey, my Levi loving anon. I’m pretty alright, finally recovered from my cold, but I’ll be a tad more busy the next few months to I’m worried about having to time to write. So I might take a few breaks in the near future
Anyway, hope this suits your taste :D
Dom!reader x sub!leviathan
Warning: pegging (or can be read as a dick), a little breath play, collar, very gentle honestly
“…and stop.” You said, an amused expression on your face. Basically grinning from ear to ear as you sat on the bed, staring at the dirty blond hair of the devil. Levi straddled your lap, his legs spread and on the sides of yours. His back was facing you, and his hands bound in front of him. The male also wore a collar, one of leather and in purple, with a leash attached to it. And you held the leash firmly in your dominant hand.
Right after hearing your words, he sat down still. Gritting his teeth with a hint of defiance, feeling the humiliation take over his body. Your eyes wandered lower, staring at his tense muscles. All the way from his shoulder blades, to his hips and waists, then his bottom. He could feel your stare, how your eyes were scanning him up and down, especially when your gaze lingered around his butt. It didn’t take a genius to guess why you were staring. Lube was dripping down from his entrance onto your lap, and, though it was more difficult to see because he was sitting down entirely, the sight of your dick buried deep inside him.
Levi glanced at your over his shoulder, he bore rebellious intent and frustration. Every time you’d tell him to stop right when he starts getting into it, and it was getting under his skin. With a threatening tone, he voiced his thoughts, “isn’t it boring for you, keep on annoying me like this.” He was still so bold after being forced in such a situation. This was fine with you, teasing him is half the fun after all.
“How could it be boring when I get to tease you like this? Your reactions are cute, you keep trying to threaten me. Shouldn’t it click by now that it doesn’t work?” The glare he gave you just got deadlier, and the blush covering his face also got redder. A bright crimson spreading all the way to his ears while sweat rolled down his forehead. “You are a handful.” Levi mumbled, quickly breaking eye contact out of nowhere.
“The same can be said about you.” You answered, then leaned forward against him, hugging him gently. “A pretty boy like you shouldn’t frown so much.” He heard you whisper, and a shiver ran down his spine. The sudden closeness of you made him feel hot, and how he craved the pleasure you held in your hands. There were other things among those he wished to do, like touching you, holding you in his arms, …kissing you…
“…can I move?” A hesitant voice could be heard admits the gasps, his body felt like he was on fire. Without thinking about it you replied, “no.” His eyebrows twitched at your statement, “what.. why.” You chuckled, and that irritated him, how were you having so much fun when he feels so desperate?
“Levi, that’s not how to ask for something.” Were you implying he has to beg? You? Him? No matter how you looked at him, he was like a defiant kid throwing tantrums left and right. His hips moved slightly, going up a little, then sitting down completely again. You yanked on the leash, causing him to arch his back violently. The collar squeezed around his neck, and he moaned, “..ah-Aahh..”
“I thought I told you not to move?” His shoulders were raised to his ears, and he slumped forwards. It was embarrassing, yet he felt arousal with every of your touch. Why was it like this? Your length inside him only added more fuel to the fire, he wanted to move so badly. His own dick twitched when he felt that chocking sensation, body shuddering from the aftermath.
He didn’t have anything to say to your question, choosing to stay silent. After another minute where he was forced to basically cockwarm you, he looked over his shoulder again. Levi tried to read your expression, hoping he didn’t need to do what he speculated. But reality seems to suggest exactly that. The devil swallowed, taking a deep breath before whispering something inaudible.
“What was that?” You asked, and he pulled a grimace. He pouted, thinking you were messing with him again, and whispered a single word, “please.” Now a smile was tattering your features, hands wrapped around his waist while his back was pressed against your body. “My answer is still no.” You uttered with a teasing tone, your fingertips caressing his back and spine, tracing a line from the top to the bottom.
The sensations overwhelmed him, causing him to yearn for more. Shudders and tingles coursed through his veins, and he frowned out of habit. “You… stop the teasing.. please, i-” he had to take a break, the shame was too much to bear, then he continued, “I want more… please?” You didn’t saw much of his face, but you could imagine what kind of expression he must have pulled. The need and vulnerability could be heard in his voice, a layer of sweat covered his skin.
Once again you hugged him, muttering against his back, “so you can beg if you want to.” He bit his bottom lip at your comment, his heart pounding loudly. Then you praised him, “good boy, you look beautiful when you are obedient.” The male stayed silent, face burning now. Was it pleasure or embarrassment? But he knew he felt good. Everything felt hot and bubbly, he asked you again with a shaking voice, “..can I move, please..?”
You let go of the leash for a moment, hugging him with both hands as you said, “yes.” Watching his muscles relax in your touch, and his breathing becoming more heretic with each passing second. Slowly, he started riding you again, and more sounds of pleasure spilled from his lips. But he stopped abruptly again when he heard you whisper a single sentence, kissing his neck gently as you said, “I love you, Levi.”
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Asking OM! (Brothers and Dateables) to bend down and kissing their head
✰ Lucifer
He is naturally suspicious, he has to be with so many brothers trying to cause some type of trouble or prank on him
If you are around others he won't bend down unless you tell him why but if it's just the two of you then he will still ask but fondly roll his eyes and do as you say
“So, can you now tell me why I am doing this-...oh”
As you kiss the top of his head he closes his eyes and melts into the kiss as his heart rate slows down until you pull away then his heart is working overtime to provide the heavy blush on his cheeks
He slowly gets back up and clears his throat still avoiding your eye as he tries to regain his composure
If you want to fluster him further ask if he liked it or if he wants another. He might stutter or let out what sounds like a small squawk but will say that he will ‘allow’ you to do when you two are alone if that would make you happy
Don’t worry he liked it, a lot
With his already limited physical affection, being the eldest, and representing pride this is definitely the first head kiss he has received
He hates how powerless and vulnerable it makes him feel yet he can’t get enough
Finds giving the kisses only slightly less embarrassing so will return the favor if you ask and no one else is around
The best time to do it is when he is overworking himself late at night and is too tired to resist
You make him feel so warm and safe so he guesses he can take a short cuddle break to rest his eyes
✰ Mammon
He will complain but easily gives in without resistance altho he will grumble about humans being weird and how this better not be a trick
“Oi Human, I’m doing your stupid request right, ain't I? What's even supposed to hap-”
He freezes when your lips lightly press on his head, blue eyes wide and unblinking
Even once you’re done he pauses for a couple seconds as his brain catches up with what just happened but once it clicks he goes red and scrambles backward shouting
Despite his blush, he can't look away from you trying to sense your reaction and confirm that, yep you just did that
Starts going off, his volume too high as he spouts a strange mixture of questions, complaints, and jealous remarks
If you apologize or say you just won't do it again he is immediately backpedaling, after all, he was just caught off guard it's not like it was that bad and he is your first so you should do this with him instead of one of his brothers
You notice that he starts attempting to casually bend down in front of you more, trying to get you to do it again
Will grumble when you do it but will grumble even louder if you don’t
If he catches you giving others head kisses he will demand you give him two
Has thought about doing it to you but backs out blushing every time besides he would rather have all your affection than stumble attempting to do something sweet and end up embarrassing himself
If you ask him to he will no hesitation stuttering about how of course you want the great Mammon to kiss your head
✰ Levi
It takes some convincing especially if there are others around that this isn't some ‘normie tactic’ to humiliate him but he gives in with some reassurance
He is naturally flustered and nervous so before you can do anything he is looking at his shoes faintly blushing and stuttering, asking why you're having him do this
The moment you kiss his head he goes still but internally is repeatedly screaming DANGER!
It doesn’t take long for him to start screaming out loud as he backs away from you and hides his face behind his hands
“W-What- Why did you- It was an accident right, you just, just tripped. …it was on purpose? NO, NO I DON’T BELIEVE IT! …No! Don’t worry I didn’t dislike it or anything, I um really enjoyed it- But I don’t deserve your affections, I’m just a worthless otaku!”
He finally stops when you ‘threaten’ to do it again
Might pass out if you do it a second time but if you hold back he will run away to his room shouting thank you
Give him some time to recover even though he liked it he blushes when your hands brush so he feels like he was tossed from the kiddie pool into the deep end
However, by the next day, he is able to talk to you again just even more blushing and avoiding eye contact than before
If you bring it up he will turn red and stutter but mumble that you can do it again
If you don’t bring it up after a while he might get antsy and have you two watch an anime with a similar interaction hoping you get the message
He doesn't have enough confidence to ask for head kisses but if you keep doing it he will start bending his head down when cuddling or after he loses a game to non verbally request it
✰ Satan
Laughs light heartedly when you request for him to bend down and will raise an eyebrow but lean his head down while looking up at you with a smirk
Don’t worry he loses the look when you lean over him and his previous attitude is gone leaving a flustered wide eyed Satan in its place
“Ehem, that was an, um welcome surprise, although I was caught off guard and believe we should repeat the process. So, if you don't mind, can you uh please do it again?”
He says this all from behind his fist as he makes eye contact with a scratch on the wall
If you did it in front of his brothers he would be too stunned to speak but his aura gives off the clear warning that he will prove he is the avatar of wrath if anyone points out his reaction
Either way just give him a moment to collect his thoughts which are all over the place
He would request you refrain from doing it in public but quick head kisses in deserted RAD hallways or between library bookshelves are fair game
He will do it in return if you ask but doesn’t think to on his own since the gesture as well as most physical affectionate feels unnatural to him
Not bad mind you but new territory
Over time he gets used to it and only has a faint blush at your kisses
Once his reactions become less embarrassing for him, Satan allows and sometimes encourages your affection in public
It feels nice showing others that he is more than the avatar of wrath and he won’t lie seeing Lucifer’s annoyed expression makes it even better
✰ Asmo
“Of course, I’ll happily get on my knees for you. Only teasing, now tell me how I look from this angle.”
He lets out a quiet gasp when your lips make contact with his head, nothing sexual just a small suprised happy sound
When he looks up at you with an expression that is so loving and delicate but replaced in an instance by an equally happy but less vulnerable look with only the light blush remaining from before
Expect him to twirl you around, hug you, or demand you do it again if not all three
Asks if you are sure you don’t want to kiss him anywhere else and if he can show his appreciation with a kiss of his own
Rarely asks for them not because he dislikes them or out of embarrassment but because he prefers different physical affections like hugs, leaning against each other, playing with your hair or hands, etc
That being said he is very happy anytime you do it to him
It is most effective when he is feeling insecure you make him feel so soft and adored when you kiss his head
After all, he has been kissed infinite times on every body part but this is the first time in centuries he can recall being kissed with more love than lust
This is still Asmo so know he will tease his brothers telling them that you kissed him
It will be up to you to clear things up before Mammon murders him or to enjoy the chaos
✰ Beel
Confused but won't question you and just bends down
He was quiet before but when you kiss his head he goes silent
Blinks twice before looking up at you with the biggest grin and huge puppy dog eyes
“If you don't mind, could you do it again?” he asks with a slight blush
When you do it a second time he smiles even brighter as he picks you up and spins you both around
He holds you slightly above his head in case you want to do it again
As the biggest brother and big by even demon standards, he hardly ever gets physical affection where he is treaty delicately so he quickly becomes addicted
Is not embarrassed by it and will frequently ask for head kisses either leaning over or lifting you up
Assuming you're ok with it he will return the favor by kissing your head especially when you sit on his lap or when you cuddle with your head on his chest
He just sees the top of your head and kisses it because it makes him so feel loved and he wants you to feel loved too
Might give some of his brothers or at least Belphie head kisses too but you receive the most by far
✰ Belphie
Honestly, you won’t have to ask him to bend down since he is horizontal any chance he gets
Out of everyone, he has the most experience with head kisses mainly from Beel but he has received goodnight head kisses from each of his brothers at some point
However, that doesn’t mean he reacts cool and collected
He still blushes and tries to act annoyed at you for interrupting his nap but will insist you do it again to make up for it
“What was that? Affection? Disgusting, do it again.”
Tries and fails to hold back a smile as he lets the affection slip into his voice
If you continue doing it especially before he falls asleep his brain will start seeing your kisses as an off switch
Like kiss received, meaning we are safe, loved, and ready to sleep, shutting down
He won’t ask for them normally however if he is tired enough his little shame is gone and he will whine until you give him his goodnight kiss
That being said he has no problems asking for them innocently in front of his brothers but the smug look he gives them (with the exception of Beel) shows his true intentions
Honestly doesn’t care who is around he will happily receive any affection from you
In public, there is a part of him that enjoys how you are subtlety claiming him as yours
Won’t do it back unless you ask him to just because he doesn’t think to since he never was on the giving end as the youngest brother
His head kisses are often half hearted and sleepy but always come with naptime cuddles to make up for it
✰ Diavolo
Assuming you're close he does what you ask without question excited to see what you are going to do next
His mouth forms a small ‘o’ and he silently tenses at the foreign feeling before leaning into the touch with a boisterous laugh
“Is this a human custom? I see why, such a small act yet so full of emotion. Could I return the favor?”
Does not ask you to do it but only because he sees it as something you give not something he receives like a gift and thus would be rude to ask for
Like a gift, he is so happy when he receives them and returns the gesture with just as much love and excitement
Acts like a puppy with big smiles, sparkling eyes, and you swear you can almost see a tail wagging
Thrilled for you to do it any time or place despite Lucifer’s loud sighs and Barbatos fondly shaking his head
Will always kiss your head in return if you are comfortable receiving them altho sometimes he gets too excited and will pull you into a hug and pepper your face with kisses (if you're ok with that)
It can’t be helped and will give a bashful apology for getting carried away, he’s just so happy he’s able to be close and affectionate with someone since he never got to while growing up
Also enjoys how it makes him feel delicate in a good way because he was either seen as intimidating and feared or fragile causing him to become sheltered and lonely
He may be the next in line for the throne but he will bow down to you at a moment's notice for some head kisses
✰ Barbatos
Raises an eyebrow but bows down closing his eyes and awaiting the next order
He was not prepared for you to kiss his head
It takes a minute before he can regain his composure and even once his expression becomes neutral there is still a heavy blush
Will ask if that’s all you needed while doing his best to look you in the eyes
You have to ask if he liked it/wants you to do it again if you want a proper response
“It was unexpected but pleasant, you can do it as many times as you want.”
If you aren’t alone he would act the same but keep glancing around
If Diavolo saw he just hopes his young master lets it go but prepares for the good natured teasing that will inevitably come
Prefers if you refrain from doing it in public but won’t stop you
Also prefers if you keep it to just a quick peck when he is working
You notice after a head kiss he continues to work with newfound energy
Won’t do it back unless you ask him to since her didn’t want to assume but might ask if you want him to return the gesture if it becomes a habit
Lightly blushes every time you do it because he always gets flustered when you’re the one showing him affection since he isn’t used to being the one served
Likes that it makes him feel taken care of even if he isn't used to the feeling
It also helps remind him to take time to tend to himself so when he is stressed trying to get everything done it’s common for you to pull him close kiss his head and tell him to take a break while you do some of his work for him
Since he is always moving to the next task your actions help him stop and breathe
✰ Simeon
If it was one of the brothers besides lucifer or a stranger he might hesitate but because it is you he complies with a bow and a smile
He jumps a little in surprise at the unexpected action but relaxes into it with a light blush
Clears his throat to buy himself some time to get his brain functioning again
“I was not expecting that or its uh effect on me but, it was an enjoyable surprise”
When he sees characters giving each other head kisses in human shows or books he will point it out to you with a gleeful smile
You notice his writings start featuring the gesture as well
He just loves it so much a gesture that shows trust and intimacy without being strictly romantic or sexual
He is fine giving them but when he is receiving them, especially in public he gets bashful
That won’t stop him from bending down when you ask even if he has an audience
If anyone teases him or laughs he may get embarrassed and request you only do it in private but will still accept head kisses around others with a whine and furious blush
Another one who doesn’t ask for them but out of a mix of respect and embarrassment
He loves kissing your head almost more than being the one kissed
Anytime or place he will give you a light peck on your head along with a soft smile
If you aren’t comfortable he will obviously stop but if not prepare for this to become Simeon’s default greeting and farewell
Don’t worry you aren’t the only one subjected to this treatment Luke gets almost as many as you do and even on the rare occasions he will attempt it with Solomon or one of the Brothers
You’ve received multiple glares from the others since you introduced Simeon to this but how can you regret anything that makes him smile so bright
✰ Solomon
At first, he refuses since he has played his fair share of pranks and is worried about you getting payback but if you are insistent he will give a small chuckle and bend over
Raises an eyebrow when you lean over him but just accepts whatever you are planning
That being said he wasn’t ready for it
Gets back up immediately surprised and wide eyed
Then he lets out another laugh altho this one is much more endeared
Sadly he is a hard one to fluster so this has little effect on him
He might blush a bit at first but more from the surprise
“Can’t say I was expecting that but I’m not complaining. I actually don’t remember the last time I received one of those so, will you help me make up for lost time?”
Sees it almost as a human inside joke so kisses your head regularly unless you tell him to stop
Enjoys the brother’s looks of surprise and varying degrees of jealousy
Jokes that if the brothers are jealous he can give them head kisses too
Gladly will do it to anyone if they want it but mostly does it to you, Luke and Simeon
Does not see it as anything overly affectionate or special more like a high five or hug
Unless it’s a big deal for you then he is soft when he returns it and gives your hand a squeeze showing he apricates it
It doesn’t make him feel small or delicate because he has been around long enough to stop caring about toxic masculinity or what others think so as long as you aren’t interrupting anything important pull him down in front of the whole school for all he cares
He will give you quick head kisses if he is busy or has to leave quickly
Just loves freely and unashamed and this is no different
✰ Luke (Platonic)
Since he is short you might have to be the one to bend down
“Wha! Why would you do that, fine you can do it again just not in front of people!”
He is blushing an angry red if you do it in public, especially in front of any demons
It's clear he enjoys the gesture but is embarrassed at being treated like a kid
However, if you do it with the others as well he won’t complain and might start grumbling if he is the only one you don’t give head kisses to
Might ask you to bend down or he will climb on top of something to give you a head kiss in return altho he is doing this to assert dominance as well
Let him have this he is constantly picked on and letting him return the kiss makes him literally glow as he walks with a puffed out chest
Has done it as a power move in front of Mammon before and it worked
He enjoys being a lil shit with it and will ask for head kisses innocently before turning to whatever brothers are watching and giving them an evil smirk behind your back
You know what he is doing but its endearing and the looks on the brother’s faces convince you to play innocent as well
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warning: dom reader. gender neutral. size kink. tall reader. drabble.
levi ackerman has a size kink. he loves the height difference between you and him - the way your hand can wrap around his wrists, even to the way his body flushes against yours so perfectly, like a puzzle.
he loves the way you press him to the wall and force him to get on his tippy toes to kiss you. how you have to force your tongue down his throat, it has his eyes rolling back into his head, drool slobbering down his chin like a dumb puppy.
you have the power to make him weak in the knees just from a little making out.
you also have the power to manhandle him; throw him on the bed, force him to take more and if he squirms and pleads for mercy, you simply hold him tighter and push him past a third orgasm.
his hands shooting out to scratch your back, clinging onto you. he's almost like a koala - nearly everything but a human.
,,enjoying yourself?"
levi's face is filled with pleasure, flushed and dazed. there's a ghost of a smile that crosses his face.
he pants loudly, chest heaving rapidly. his body is covered in sweat. yet he still managed to look good, even after being messed up.
,,i'll... kill you."
so, why hasn't he done it yet?
part two
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On my dash my new fic only shows the header and no click to read more or extend post option. Not sure if other people are seeing it like that or if my dash is just glitchy. Either way, I figured I'd make a post with the link just in case anyone else can't access it.
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[Levi Schuler x Laura Day Masterlist]
Pairing: Dom!Levi Schuler x Laura Day (F!MC)
Book: Mother of the Year
Word Count: ~1,800
Rating: Explicit, 18+ Only (Minors DNI)
Warnings: roleplay, dom/sub, fingering, light spanking and hair pulling, unprotected sex
Synopsis: Laura needs her washing machine repaired but forgot to go to the bank. Luckily, Levi is willing to accept other forms of payment for his services.
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hunny it was amazing but i do want a Dom gender neutral with sub brothers and over stimulating them~ your choice if you want to do it
Writing for all the brothers would be a pain in the ass so I'll just write for my favorites/the ones i have a very clear idea for!♡
Reader x Lucifer/Mammon/Leviathan
General Warnings: Overstimulation, butt stuff lol, double dick levi💪🏾
Section Specific Warnings: Handheld vibrators, bondage/Anal fingering and hand+blowjob, swallowing cum/Tons of cum, dildo usage
Lucifer
A chronic over worker. The moment you set eyes on him, you knew breaking him would be easy as-
One...
Two...
Three.
A sly smirk crossed your face as the eldest demon brother arched his back, eyes rolling and tongue lolling as he released a silent scream. His hands, stuck uselessly above his head, clawed at the mahogany frame of the bed, deep scratch marks accompanied by an ear-splitting noise almost covering the sound of his broken moans.
Almost.
As the final spurts of his fifth orgasm covered his torso, you drag the vibrator through the filth, up to his lips. Still cloudy minded, he licks his own fluids off the toy, and you laugh. "Faithful as a dog now aren't you? You'd wag if I asked right about now, huh?" Your laugh resembles a cackle this time; the ease of which you brought the avatar of pride to his knees is almost as amusing as the fearful look that unfogs his gaze when you turn the vibrator back on.
Slowly, you drag it down his lips, his neck. Unexpectedly, vibrant red swallows the black of his pupils, leaving two ruby like eyes gazing at you from beneath dark eyelashes wet with unshed tears. He gulps when you stop, right above his navel. The vibration slowly gets stronger; you boost it, one setting, then the next.
You dip ever so slightly lower.
He closes his eyes- you wish he wouldn't hide that excellent ruby color from you.
Another inch down, and it's powerful enough to reach the beginning of his cock now. He clenches his teeth, and you move slightly farther away as his wings begin to twitch more violently than before. Big as they are, getting hit with a feather or two is inevitable, but at this rate the whole wing would smack you in the face.
Its not a bad thing though- it's proof of his pleasure.
Teeth clenched so tightly they could break, you drag the vibe head in teasing circles around the base of his cock. The choked gasps drive you on as you watch his thighs twitch. His dick, spent as it is, still manages to produce tiny beads of precum that slide from his soft shaft onto the stained sheets.
Heavy breathing and the toy are the only sounds in the room.
'One last time, for good measure,' you think.
He seems to read your mind, and a panicked no turns into a screaming moan as you drag the max setting vibrator back up his cock, holding his stuttering hips down as you hold it to the head, letting precum splatter a bit more before he blanks, breaking the bindings that held him all this time in the process.
"N-no more. I under- fuck." It sounded suspiciously close to a weep.
You blink, rather innocently for your current position. "Do you really?" You twirl the toy in your hand.
A slurred flurry of yes's meet your ears, and you smile. "Wonderful." You tap his dick head again, all cheer and wonder now. "Now then, let's get you cleaned up! Shall we?♡"
Mammon
He finds it overstimulating when you so much as look at him. Touching him with purpose? He feels like he's-
"-gnna' die."
You stare up at him sweetly, the combination of two fingers in his ass dragging steadily over his sweetspot and you pumping him fast and hard making his legs a weak, shakey mess.
When you first sat him in your lap, a blush laid heavy in his cheeks. By now, the flush had spread to his quivering thighs, his leaking dick, everywhere you could and couldn't see. A glance at the clock behind him shows it's been an hour, and you smile.
Gaze drifting back to him, you say sweetly, "What was that, hon?"
He chokes on a moan, hips twitching up into your hand as another orgasm threatens to spill over. "I'm gonna die!"
You chuckle at his dramatics, but just in case, you check his body language.
Tanned skin slick with sweat and hot as a summer day pressed against you, close enough you could feel the push of his chest when he breathed. Short, heavy gasps on the shell of your ear sent shivers down your back. When you listened close, you could hear him whisper.
"Please, fuck, yes!"
Butterflies in your stomach. Your own eyes flutter shut, and you listen more. To his pleads for you to keep going, to the wet sound of him bouncing on your fingers, to the squeak of the couch that he'd drowned out long ago.
Fuck, he sounds so good. You need him- more of him.
"Louder, baby." You sound as breathless as he's left you.
He doesn't seem to hear you, though. In an effort to get his attention, you move to release him-
New found strength allows him to grasp your hand, his grip tight and desperate.
"No, no, no, no...." he cries, music to your ears, "please, please don't stop. I'm so close. I need you."
Emotion warps his voice, but you hear him perfectly clear. You chuckle, "If you still want more, I haven't fucked you hard enough yet." He gasps as you add a third finger.
He allows you to stop your administrations to lay him down, though not without whining.
Your eyelids flutter to halfmast, and in a voice silky and soft as the brand name clothes covered in his cum next to you, you say, "Watch me, Love."
He shivers.
Your tongue glides up his thigh, picking up some of the cum that sprayed there. Despite your directions, his eyes roll back as you lick his tip, and when you swallow him to base, his last thought before releasing down your throat is lost.
Leviathan
He's so easy to tease. Too easy, in fact. You've gotta catch him off guard, add a challenge to it! And while you're at it, why not add in a game?
"You're losing, Leviathan."
Headphones lost, controller strewn across the room somewhere, the game-loving demon had forgotten what game he was even supposed to be playing.
In your hand was a tentacle dildo, purple, long, and covered in rounded bumps that dragged against his tight walls in the most delicious way.
All fours in his tub, the drain was struggling to handle the massive amounts of cum his twin cocks produced. It had started to gain some height, his fingers being completely covered by this point. Each new shot splashed more onto the sweaty, exhausted demon's body.
"Did you hear me? I said, you're losing. For each loss-"
Cupping his throat, you drew his head backwards to look you in the eyes. The black of his pupils was void like, irises an unsettling orange ring around them that seemed to pulse with something dangerous. You swept his sweat-soaked bangs from his forehead, kissing the cleared spot and licking the salty taste from your lips. "-is another orgasm."
Fast; so fast you almost miss it, his pupils devour his irises total, and his tail unravels from his leg for your waist, damn near dragging you into the puddle of cum he sat in. His arms tremble hard and collapse as his cocks twitch once, twice, and release his heaviest load of the night. You watch with slitted eyes as his muscles spasm, enjoying the half-formed moans and squeaks that reach your ears.
Even as he cums, you don't stop your movement. Even as he sobs as his prostate is once again abused through his orgasm. The weak movement of his hips to meet your hand betray the fat tears that drip from beneath dark, pretty lashes.
You pause for the first time in what seems like hours, ignoring the desperate noise that leaves him as you get up.
Half formed thoughts wonder what you're doing, where you've went.
He's alerted of your return when you grasp his neck lightly to pull him up, leaving him sitting on the fat dildo you left inside him. "Here, Love. Play your game- your teammates were getting mad at you." He blinks slow, uncomprehending, before you put his controller in his hands. His sticky, cum-covered hands. He looks up at you again, at the smirk on your face, then back to the controller and the game being played.
And the only thing he can think is...
Fuck.
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A/N: i had something planned for Belphie too, but i couldn't execute it the way i wanted:((( this turned out way longer than i expected in the end though. Maybe its cause im writing at my usual time again! (Cough two am cough) anyways, sorry for the wait @lazari-zalgoid but i hope you enjoy anyways♡ love yall, happy new years!!
Also the way i wrote these you'd think Mammon was my favorite lmaooo
Reblogs are appreciated and encouraged♡ and this isn't spell checked lol its two am
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