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kissatoru · 6 months

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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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☁️► Heads up : M x m romance, cheating/disloyalty, mentions of emotional abuse, manipulation & gaslighting. Reader is taller than Levi by 3 in. Mentions of mental breakdowns & indecent language & ofc, smut.🗞 > Chapter 1 .

""Is this really how low you think of me?", Is what she asked me, Levi, am I the issue?" Your broken voice explains the situation to your longtime best friend, Levi Ackerman.

"I know I shouldn't have came to her like that..I should've been softer." You continued, only lower this time. "You did what you felt was right." Levi finally says. "How much kinder can you be to that self-absorbed bitch? She's drained all of your energy." He adds, hyperfocusing on your sleep-deprived eyes.

"If I showed you photos of what you looked like before you met her, you'd be astonished." He snarls.

"I know you're upset with her but, she is my wife." You defend. "Your wife or your disease?" You chuckle at his snappy remark.

The two of you sit in comfortable silence until your phone begins to vibrate. The device lights up revealing an incoming call. Levi sighs at the name on screen.

"How fucking convenient..." Levi murmurs. You gaze at him pleadingly & he whisps his hand through the air as a sign to answer it. You pick up the phone & accept the call.

"Hello?" You ask.

A muffled female voice could be heard from the other line. She doesn't sound too happy.

Levi's gray eyes glare at the phone ,then, rolls his eyes and falls back onto the bed. "A-alright, (f/n), I'll be home soon. Bye-bye." You quickly end the call.

"What did it say?" Levi asks unenthusiastically. "It? Levi, I know you don't like her but, please..." "I don't care, that's how she treats you, what makes her any better?" He quickly adds. You couldn't argue that.

Levi stares at you with an unexplainable expression in his eyes. "Before you think about going off anywhere, at least eat. She can wait 30 minutes." He says, arising from the bed & leaving the room. You follow quickly behind.

"I've got lots of options, mozzy sticks, mac & cheese, I can make you an egg & bacon sandwich.." He continues. "Egg & bacon sounds nice..." You accept shyly. Levi hums & begins to get the items.

While you waited, you began to think. You were so grateful that Levi still takes care of you, even after all these years. You reminisce on your favorite memory of him. It was bittersweet ,but the love & care you had for one another was evident. You were 4, Levi was 7 & he was moving far from your shared hometown. You were his closest friend & he was yours. On the bridge could be seen young you clinging onto Levi tightly with tears in your innocent eyes. Levi tried to keep a stone face even then but couldn't help how his heart felt.

" I'll be back, this isn't forever...pea. Stop crying.." Levi's voice shakes and he hold yours small body, hesitant to let go. "Why...please stay, I need you here.." Your tears kept flowing down your full cheeks, eyes loosely closed. A woman's voice called for Levi to hurry up. "I gotta go now, kay'?" Levi quickly wipes his tears, giving another attempt at a stone face. "Bye." "Goodbye, pea."

Just the thought of it makes you choked up but it doesn't just have a sad tinge anymore, but an innocent, admirable one. You wonder if Levi remembers that.

"Earth to M/n." Levi says loudly. "Hm? Yeah..." You look down to see Levi had finished making the food. Levi looks concerned for a second before returning back to his ordinary expression. You ended up staying much longer than anticipated. You knew your wife would raise hell once you were home.

"Fuck, it's been 2 hours..." You exclaimed worriedly. "If anything goes down, you could always come to me." Levi says trying to relax you.

You give him a thankful gaze before heading to the front door. Looking back once, you wave to Levi, which he nods to.

You cautiously open the front door to your house.

Your wife is sat on the couch, already meeting eyes with you. She looks furious. "I called you at 2:00 & you're only just getting home at 4!?" She screams then bolts over to you, trying to force intimidation. "Who are you fucking, huh?" She screams again.

"I was at a friend's...(f/n)." You slightly dismiss her and wander off to your shared bedroom, undressing yourself as she follows closely behind.

"So why the fuck couldn't you say so? You need to respect me more! Do you know that at any moment I could fuck you over!? WHO DO YOU THINK THEY'LL BELIEVE?! Me!" She lashes out snatching your phone from your hand, shattering it onto the wooden floor below.

You went into a state of shock, your eyes hyperfocused on her enraged person, everything that wasn't here seemed to look like static. You began to get dizzy. You held your head as you almost lost your footing. Levi, you need Levi. You can't breathe.

You shove past her, she falls to the ground forcefully. You just want to go. You need comfort, why is she like this? This wasn't who she was when you first met her! The rain is heavy outside as you push past the front door and onto the sidewalk, cars rush past you, adding to your anxiety. Your breathing gets heavier and heavier. It's hard to see due to the rain, you're uncomfortable & soaked. The rain wasn't the only thing dampening your face, but your heavy, warm tears.

Finally, the familiar door number 255 came into sight. You banged as hard as you could on the door. Crashes of lightning roar through the sky.

Levi opens the door & your soaked body immediately crashes onto his. He understood without words. You hyperventalate & try to explain but he hushes you, he already knows. Your eyes red & teary holding onto Levi tight, & likewise him to you.

Everything began to fade to nothing.

#levi ackerman smut #gay #lemon #angst #bottom male reader #levi x male reader #levi aot #levi ackerman x male reader

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ibarkatpeoplewoofwoofbitch · 2 months

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Some fandoms and otome game creators "forgetting" y/n isn't just fem aligned and y/n is everyone, and y/n isn't some straight brown haired white woman and other people exist:

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And still, some writers on here tag it as #male reader. And make the character have female pronouns,wear a dress, talk about them having big boobs. Like theirs already not a lot of masculine aligned y/ns in stories so stop using #gender neutral reader or #male reader if you're so fucking clearly making it a women 💀🙏.

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white-sinner · 11 months

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Seven brothers and their boyfriends

third born Leviathan x male v tuber reader

Smut

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

an otaku and a v tuber…does a more perfect couple exist? I do not think so 🎮👾

when you arrived for him you were indifferent but after the challenge between him you and mammon, a friendship developed which then evolved into a love relationship

the brothers weren't much surprised you two had many similar interests. one of your favorite activities was your evenings/afternoons that the two of you spent playing games or watching anime which is precisely on one of those evenings that Levi discovers that you were a V tuber and when he find out …. practically all of his social networks turned into your fan pages, in short, his boyfriend was one of the top V tubers and I will do everything to support him

Levi was present in all your streams, one of your most active supports, if you have special contents you can swear that he has unlocked them all (obviously he had all your subscriptions) and oh my Diavolo if someone insults you Levi will be ready to defend you

Totally clips your streams without you knowing it's him. He will post funny moments of you out of context to a deviltube account, moments that made him laugh, moments that made him blush, he actually saves everything you stream

Would definitely nosebleed if you gave him a personal stream. He swears his heart will burst out of his chest because you make him so so embarrassed but he can't get enough!That's the Avatar of Envy for you! Let him have all your attention now, won't you sweetie~?

obviously your relationship wasn't all playing video games, streaming and watching anime you help him with school too and his grades showed it

SMUT

if Levi's jealousy was strong towards unknown demons that approached you… now think thirty times worse that's how it was with his brothers

you had spent the whole day with satan even after your stream! sure you were helping him with the cats but Levi didn't give a damn

it was a usual evening where you and Levi played games and watched anime only he didn't speak, he seemed distant but the situation became clearer when you had to go get a drink

"I'll go get f/d do you want something?"

you asked standing up

"no... go back to satan"

Levi said without taking his eyes off the screen

"what?"

silence

“Levi?”

levi was furious at that moment thinking about all the time you spent with satan he even clung to you!

“ I said go back to satan! he is so much better than me..why do you have to waste your time with an otaku like me when you can be with satan he even cling to you..”

at that moment tears fell from his eyes "hey levi what are you saying?!"

you told him leaning down to wipe away his tears

“H-he even touched you *hick* you never touch me”

“ok first of all he didn't touch me he just leaned on because he was falling and second why on earth would i be with satan? when I'm with a wonderful and fantastic demon"

you gave him a kiss

"t-touch me"

"what?"

“I want you to touch me .. I want to have s-sex with you”

so you took him prince style and placed him on the couch (since this man doesn't have a bed) and kissing him softly but hungry you undressed him, your tongues intertwined but your yours took control.

once he was bare you broke the kiss a trickle of saliva was on his mouth and so he turned around giving you full access over him as you thrust your cock inside him .by the sheer amount of pleasure he ended up transforming in his demonic form so you took the opportunity to pull his tail Levi had the strongest orgasm he has ever had (and his first too) you two hadn't slept that night but not because of video games as evidenced by the hickeys on Levi's neck and someone noticed the thing

"but look at that you two really had fun eh"

said Asmodeus

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levmada · 7 months

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➥ pairing: transmasc!sub!Levi (on T, no surgery) x amab!dom!reader

➥ about: A new effect from his gender transition finds Levi. You both enjoy it.

➥ c/w: established relationship, snuggling and fondling, oral/face-fucking, multiple orgasms, premature orgasm..., praise, rough sex, rimming (for about a second), female and male terms for Levi's body parts used interchangeably, creampie

➥ wc: 2.5k

One of Levi’s favorite rituals of his every day is crawling into bed with you—usually, like tonight, long after night has fallen. Specifically, snuggled under covers; you're curled up and overtaking his back. He feels protected, even from his ingrained discomfort at feeling protected at all. A state of calm settles over him like a blanket still warm from the sun.

Naturally, he doesn’t always sleep and never perfectly, but from where he's standing, this ritual is more great and makes him more lucky than he ever could've dreamed.

He’s getting that sense that he won’t sleep for a while, nothing new, although his closed eyes are aching. You extinguished the lantern not long ago, but your breaths are soft and slow at his shoulder.

But something is making him pout, discomforted and a bit bewildered. Of course his lower half is aching and warm at the most inconvenient time—after you fucked not hours earlier—but it feels… bigger, and more concentrated.

Experimentally he presses his naked thighs together and instantly grits his teeth to swallow a sigh. Heat in his lower half blazes brightly to life. Immediately he can't resist squeezing again.

Ah, he mouths. Frustration wells up inside him. Suddenly he’s all too aware of your breathing fanning the nape of his neck.

He says your name in warning. “Stop pretending to be asleep.”

"Hm." You huff a quiet chuckle to yourself. Inwardly he rolls his eyes, pouting more.

“What’s wrong, Lee?”

He traps his tongue between his teeth as his clit does something odd. It gives a strong throb that he can feel. He inhales rather sharply, and experimentally grinds his thighs together. Heat, stronger this time, pools below his navel and culminates in a hot but dull ache.

But that's really not all that surprising. But this—sense of it is unlike anything he’s ever felt.

Your warm palm slides down his navel after he neglected to reply, down to his hip where your thumb draws lines up and down the V of his waist. “Hm?”

“I… Stop jumping to conclusions. I’m not just horny.”

"Oh... I so sincerely apologize."

Your warm breath fans his neck as your lips close in, kissing firm and open-mouthed.

"Ngh..."

He brings one arm across to his chest as much as he’s comfortable and squeezes for a dull sense of friction. No more than that. But he's surprised at himself for needing it in the first place.

Using his free hand, he links his fingers with yours and sighs tightly as he rubs his thighs together, between which aches an unfamiliar firmness. It's all slick now. You squeeze his hand.

As his pussy flutters around nothing, he mouths another curse.

The words get lodged in his throat. If he says too much, maybe it'll turn out to be nothing.

So it's better this way. He shifts his legs enough for your joined hands to comfortably nestle between, where the heat is distinctive and the skin of his very inner thighs are silky soft. Slick cum coats them; of course his lips are soaked. Just experimentally rubbing his cunt sounds sloppy and wet. Your breathing stammers as he grimaces, embarrassed.

With his free hand, and eyes tightly shut, he pins his lips apart and presses on your palm. A sharp whine sneaks up on him and escapes unbidden. His clit is definitely bigger—not worryingly so… Maybe if he was born the unluckiest male, it would pass for his cock. It’s soggy and somewhat erect, poking out from between his soft lips. The pressure makes him tense and squirm his hips lightly forward, moaning softly.

“You’re hard?” you ask, as if he’s just placed in your hands a delightful gift.

He tucks his chin against his chest, lips lightly pursed. “Am I?”

A trace of your smile kisses the base of his tense jaw. “Your cock is hard. Were you just rubbing your thighs together, and it happened that easily?”

“Ah…” He grinds into your palm, rejuvenated by a hit of confidence. “Yeah. And I was thinking about earlier.”

“That’s a bit broad.”

“Tch… I missed… having your cock stuffing me...”

He’s breathing heavier now, savoring that slow build of desire as you grow to do the same, as your cock hardens at his backside. He arches his back and you moan, grinding, sinfully, between his firm asscheeks.

You whisper in his ear, “But can’t I suck your cock first?”

“Hm…" He smirks. "I would’ve sat on your face if you hadn’t volunteered. But you’ll have to work for it. It’s fucking late and you had me busy earlier.”

“Uh-huh. That was definitely all me.”

“We'll run out of night if you start repeating yourself.”

“Hm,” you scoff, lips and teeth closing harshly on his tender throat.

His eyes almost roll back as you fucking bite him, but just as quickly as you did it you pull away, and wrap your arm around his torso. In just one smooth motion, you roll him onto his belly. Hands pressing squarely on his back tell him to keep still.

Just the suggestion of friction pressing against his clit has him grinding against the bedspread. He squirms with his hips, moaning just loud enough to be heard through the pillow under his face.

The covers remain resting over his lower back while you duck underneath and push his naked thighs further apart. His breath catches his anticipation.

"Raise your pretty ass, Lee."

He gets his knees folded under his legs, doing as you ask. He's left with his heart pounding and the excruciating sense of being exposed. And that's before you spread his wet lips and your breath passes over his hole.

"Fuck," he half-grunts, half whines, like a cat in heat. It flutters rapidly around nothing.

He opens his legs as far as they’ll go and lifts his hips higher. A hum, an approving one, licks past his rim.

“Fuck,” he squeaks, gripping the sheets by his head and resisting the urge to grab the back of your head and shove your mouth in his cunt; you've barely started. You flick your tongue, tracing his trembling rim with it.

A visible bead of sweat breaks out on his forehead while you lick him like candy. You breathe in deeply. Fuck fuck fuck.

A little more slick oozes from his pussy and onto your tongue. Moaning, long low and hungry, you grind the flat of your tongue through his pussy, spreading it around.

The pillow grows humid with his panting moans. You’re acting like you’re starving.

But there’s one problem with this, and it’s that his dick isn’t in your mouth.

He groans your name. “Hurry the fuck up… You have to—hah—hurry.”

Your heavy tongue pushes inside his cunt as if it were your cock, and swirls around the tender muscles tight circles.

“Fuck fuck fuck—!”

He backs his ass up and grips your hair like a vice, but you go even deeper if anything and at that point it’s too late anyway—his cunt clenches tight around your tongue. It snuck up on him completely. Your palm falls on his cock and rubs feverishly. With a piercing whine, and you moaning deep in his cunt, he rides your tongue for all its worth as his wet pussy pulses rhythmically. His whole body shakes as he comes on the heat of your tongue.

When he’s finished, dazed in a warm fog, his breath heaves. The supple muscles soften and relax around your tongue.

He turns his head towards the cool air with his expression contorted by embarrassment. “Sorry, I couldn’t…”

You pull out; your hands slide up from his thighs again and play with his ass, squeezing and prying him open until his thighs tremble before letting it jiggle back into place. Your lips press gently to the seats of both his thighs.

You spread him then, and close your lips directly on his tight asshole. He shudders and gapes into the pillow, keening from somewhere high in his throat. His voice cracks.

“You have a weird fucking way of making me feel better…” he grumbles, but his retort has no weight. It’s probably pointless to talk with your mouth busy in his cunt anyway.

You shift around, the bed whining.

You’ve rolled onto your back, arms wrapped around his thick thighs to force them spread open, creating a snug piece of space for your head to fit. Your mouth hovers right over his dick.

The heat of your heavy breaths make it twitch and strain between his spread lips. He pins his lower lip between his teeth and struggles to control his voice. His knuckles ache where he grips the sheets.

And he knew it was coming, from a mile away, yet his hips still snap down as the warmth from your soft lips press to his cock, kissing as you would kiss him to ease him awake in the morning. All he can do is gape soundlessly.

Gradually, you explore it with your lips as his hips tremble and his legs shake outside your head. His body has never been so sensitive in his fucking life, which is saying something. The intensity of it all is devastating—newly condensed entirely in his dick and groin.

The pillow grows humid where his mouth is buried, making him whimper pitifully to realize he’s drooling. He pushes his forehead into it, his panting obnoxious.

“I can’t, I can’t…”

He's so fucking horny. That's probably why you waited.

Your tender lips close on his cock, sucking it into your hot and welcoming mouth. As your tongue flicks his tip, and licks his shaft in firm sweeping motions, his chest wracks with dry sobs. Each revolution, he lets out a mumbled cry. Like you’re savoring your favorite meal after starving all day. Someone is mumbling—he realizes himself.

“Please, please, fucking… please. Suck it or I won’t fucking last…”

You pin in place his wiggly hips, and moan as you eagerly obey. You suck gently, offering the flat of your tongue for him to grind onto.

He humps with abandon. He’s dazed, forgotten that he’s drooling from his open mouth, with his voice clinging to time passing, and his cunt dripping on your chest. All he can grasp is the incredible climax gradually rising within his tightening body and racing pulse.

Two fingers appear, which you swirl around his dripping hole. Effortlessly, they slide in.

He coughs out some slutty cross between a moan and a cry as his pussy clamps uncontrollably around them with a grip that’s reluctant to let go. He rambles your name mingled with, more, more, more…

You moan. His cunt sucks in a third within moments, down to the knuckle. Quickly you pump, and deep inside him, curl them tightly.

“Fuck!—Wait, I’m—fuck!”

He shouts when his second climax washes over him. It’s much stronger than the last—his strength soon overpowers yours, and he fucks your tongue, grips your wrist and practically convulses while rutting on your fingers. You moan as he quakes through it.

As the aftershocks start to make him twitch away, he collapses, hearing himself whimper from far, far away as you clean up his messy cunt with long, thirsty licks.

You back away and rise up, letting him melt onto the bed. A sea of harsh heat escapes with the loss of the covers.

He turns his head just in time for you to drape your heavy body over his back—completely covering his own—and for your lips to crash against his, pulling a moan from you both. The entire lower half of your face, especially around your lips are slathered in his cum. The peaky taste is sweet and clean, and he groans to taste it as your tongue drags against his.

He arches his back and closes his hand around the rear of your thigh, using—damn near almost—his full strength to try and get your dick in him. You breathe a sweet moan down his throat.

You take hold of his hip and slide your shaft through his wet cunt, between his soft lips, and abruptly, your hips snap forward and bump his softened dick. A whiny cry he didn't even know his voice was capable of dizzies him.

"Mm... Mm..."

Your sweat and hot, heavy breaths bleed together. Neither can focus to kiss any longer, not as you fumble to guide yourself, he spreads his pussy.

The instant your cock pushes past his rim, thick and inviting, he moans. His cunt is so wet and relaxed that it eases the way for your cock easily, and you fill him up perfect. Every light pulse and throb is felt with amazing clarity.

You bury praise in his neck. "God—baby, you're so tight... Y'feel so fucking good."

He arches his back, panting into his arm. "Then fuck me, just fuck me..."

You groan, bordering on a growl. Your hips heave, and as they first clap against his ass, stuffing him full of your cock, his eyes just about roll into the back of his head.

"Yeah, fuck...!"

Fuck, he’s so full.

You groan, long and low into the dip where his neck connects to his shoulder as you draw your hips back. His cunt is pliant and soft after his orgasms, but the heat of his body ripples, throbs, squeezes so tightly now that he’s properly being fed your cock.

The drag and pull as his sopping cunt opens up for it leaves him whining endlessly. Louder as you pick up speed and put force behind your deep thrusts. Sloppy squelches mark each revolution of your hips.

His back arches under you, leaving a slight strip of space the only place over his back where you’re not pressing him into the bed. The shift pushes your cock even deeper.

"Fuck," you curse, your voice pitching towards a whine; your breaths loud and ragged in his ear. You rut desperately, making him tremble in anticipation. He’s going to come too fast. He keeps…

The muscles down your abdomen twitch and tense as you get a hand underneath him, and tug gently on his fat clit.

“Hng—! Fuck!” he cries out. “Yeah, fuck me!”

He arches his hips to meet every one of your thrusts, but eventually, with your entire weight looming over his back, and your rapid, brutally shallow thrusts, he’s pinned in place by you, at your mercy.

"Gonna come..."

This is his favorite part—the last shreds of your control and rhythm failing into delirious humping and half-thrusts.

"Levi!"

Your hips smack his ass with full strength one last time. Your cock throbs heavily inside him, straining tightly, then you stutter to a halt. You bury a groan in his neck as your cum floods into his cunt, a distinctive heat and satisfying sense of being filled.

Your cock must be overstimulated, but you pick up speed anyway, fucking your climax deep inside him and crossing a small distance left to meet his peak. He cries out when he tips over the edge, it burns straight through his blood and buzzing mind. With each thick spurt of your cum filling him, and drag up and down his dick, he quakes, giving the illusion of laying still.

Until he collapses, and you sink down on top of him, with his muscles inside softening and going all pliant. Hot cum begins to trickle out between your cock where you're still connected.

You both relax to the bed, heaving breaths, satisfied.

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shy-baby-birb · 4 months

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Cute Leviathan Appreciation Post!

Just a few of the cards in which Leviathan is very cute; except he's cute in all of them.

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He's so baby... I want Obey Me to have a collab with Twisted Wonderland so that he and Idia can meet and be frens! It would be so wholesome! Our two introverted boys finally making frens!

Interested in my other stuff? Check out the AppreciationArchive!

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apollodarling-writes · 1 year

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حey can do levi ackerman crush for reader headcanons please 🙏

LEVI ACKERMAN WITH A CRUSH HCs:

this has been sitting in my inbox for a long ass time so i’m gonna do a quick lil bulleted list for when he’s crushing on someone. might be kinda shitty

When Levi has a crush on someone, he’ll probably distance himself at first. He doesn’t want to get attached and he doesn’t want to get hurt because despite his cold exterior, I feel like there’s a lot more that actually hurts his feelings than he lets on.

It’ll only be a few days 💀

He cannot for the life of him keep his distance from you because it physically hurts him. His chest will start to ache and he’ll miss you so much that he starts to subconsciously go to places you’re usually hanging around- and overall he just can’t stay away for long.

I feel like I have to say that he’s actually not very slick with hiding his feelings for someone.

He’ll stumble over his words and his face will flush all the way from his ears to his chest; he plays very obvious favorites with his crush and he’ll always try to stand closer to you.

He’s very obviously courting you. I’m sure even the most romantically oblivious person would be able to figure it out at a glance.

He buys you gifts pretty often and scoffs when you ask him why he got it for you, and shove it into your hands with a blush.

‘tch, just take the damn gift.’

He’ll make sure you’re always safe on expeditions and on any mission of any kind. He’s always got you positioned close to him and when the whole Kenny thing happens, he’ll make sure you’re safe.

When you get hurt, he beats himself up over it and will patch up your minor wounds ever so gently.

If you have panic attacks, he’ll comfort you.

When he confesses to you, he has to write it out so that he can actually confess properly (because god knows he wouldn’t be able to otherwise) and can’t meet your eyes.

Levi is just a sweetheart and he’s not slick at all, but it’s so cute how he thinks he is.

Levi is an overthinker at heart and actually (probably) has lower self esteem than people think

He definitely cries at night because he loves you so much and his poor lil heart just can’t take it :((

You always catch him looking at you when he thinks you’re not looking (he can’t help it, you’re just so amazing and perfect)

Levi is also touch starved, so if you’re physically affectionate, he’ll just call for you even harder

Levi will definitely play off liking something you do and try to act cold, but if you look at his eyes closely, you can see how soft he actually is for you.

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reallyromealone · 1 year

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Another possible part “Security Guard Himbo”

Let’s say M/n’s flower shop gets broken into and wrecked. Levi of course figured out what happened and helps the reader out. Possible angst and fluff ✨

(Also love your fics! Hope your having a good day/night depending on when you read this <3)

Yesyesyes

Fuck yes

God I loved this mini series

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(Name) let Levi buy him a flower, the model wanting his boyfriend to have the absolute best he can provide and seeing (name) in his true element... Was hot to Levi.

(Name) was completely different than when he did security, smiling and helpful to customers and helping elderly people get their flowers to their cars and small children pick out a good plant to start with.

Then there were the people Levi wanted to strangle, the Model having come in with lunch and his new security guard when he saw his puppy boyfriend oblivious to the young woman flirting with him as he dutifully put an arrangement together for her "and your total is 62.95" (name) said politely, actively looking away when the girl bent over a bit to show off her chest and perked up when he saw Levi "baby!" (Name) chirped out and went from behind the counter to greet him with a gentle kiss.

The girl looked floored at the interaction, Levi glancing to give her a warning glare as (name) chatted about the shop "so many people came today! I think my sign really worked!" (Name) said but Levi knew it was because it was run by a buff hottie that was his boyfriend.

"It is a good sign" Levi commented passively and watched as (name) completed the transaction and the girl scurried off "let me make you some tea, would you like some?" (Name) asked the new security guard who looked startled at the florist, slightly entranced by the buff man but looked away when he felt Levi's stare on him.

"A-ah no thank you" he said shyly and (name) nodded before going to the back to get his boyfriend some tea "so what's your name?" (Name) asked the new security curiously "Marco, sir" the brunet was kind of in awe at the man before him, the person who had his position.

The lunch was spent relatively relaxed though Marco could tell (name) was hesitant about him and he couldn't blame him as Levi was not only one of the top models globally but the florists boyfriend.

"I have a shoot to go to but I'll see you after, yeah?" Levi said to his boyfriend who nodded obediently before kissing him gently.

"I'll miss you" (name) said softly as they parted,(name) nodding to Marco to silently tell him to keep his boyfriend safe.

(Name) was at ease as he closed down shop, Levi sent him pictures of the shoot and (name) was swooning at how cool he looked.

Though he did avoid any news articles because Levi didn't want (name) to have to think about that.

(Name) snuggled Levi, the black haired man resting against his chest without a care, the room dark from the night sky when his phone blasted.

"Shit--" (name) quickly checked his phone to see it's an alert for the shop, a break in.

(Name) and Levi rushed to the shop, the police already there as they took in the damage, completely vandalized and torn apart as glass and dirt was thrown everywhere.

Levi hated how heartbroken (name) looked, talking to the police and getting a statement and the likes before checking the footage and his heart sank at the carnage the perpetrators raised.

The shop was closed off as it was now a crime scene and (name) was silent as they drove home "I'm sorry baby" Levi was soft with his boyfriend, unused to seeing him so distressed as night streets had minimal traffic "I just... Why?"

"People are pieces of shit... I'm sorry" Levi said taking his boyfriends hand and kissing it "I'll call a guy I know to fix the damages and we will get the best security we can get" Levi said earnestly to (name) as they parked in the garage, the buff man melting a bit under the others soft touch "let's go to bed yeah?" Levi led the other to their room and snuggled him on the bed, letting the buff man be little spoon as his face was hidden in Levi's chest.

When the police did their investigation, Levi already had people on to fix the shop and everything as he forced his boyfriend to look pretty for him and accompany him to a shoot, letting him hang out in the dressing room and work on a few promotions.

(Name) was still on edge but Levi made sure to kiss those fears away and when the people who vandalized the shop were found, Levi wasn't surprised that they were... Fans of his.

Less than 24 hours later Levi's official twitter issued a statement about how appalled he was at this and how real fans should be happy for him and not attack his partner or his business.

Six months later the shop was thriving better than ever, the buff man always bringing home beautiful bouquets for Levi who usually didn't care for flowers but... They were from his boyfriend so he was swooning a bit.

But (name) didn't need to know that.

#aot x male reader #aot x reader #attack on titan x male reader #attack on titan x reader #male reader #x male reader #levi x ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x male reader #levi x male reader #fluff

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svnqsn · 10 months

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OO1 ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ፧ ‎ ‎BLOOD SUCKER ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏♡ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏

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✶ users! › asmo, beel, levi, satan, belphie, gn!reader.

✶ synopsis! › the reader is a vampire.

✶ cw’s! › blood, blood sucking, blood bags -- just lots of mentions of blood, nsfw parts, brothers know reader is a vamp, mentions of a blood (sucking) kink in asmo's part and levi's, reader's mentioned to have eyes that change colour, primal play in asmo's part but it's just mentioned once and not very specific either, reader's a pureblood (only mentioned in satan's part).

ASMO;

asmo is obsessed from the moment he first lays his pretty eyes on you—you're unnaturally beautiful and if there's one thing that gets him worked up, it's beauty. he gasps when he sees your fangs for the first time and his mind goes places immediately; what'd it feel like to have those fangs sink into his skin? to watch you lick your lips clean of asmo's blood all over your mouth. he's been with a vampire once or twice but none of them had been as hypnotizing as you. you, with your lidded crimson eyes that stare at him like he's nothing but food for you. sometimes, he gets you riled up on purpose just to see the way you glare at him, like he's nothing but prey you're waiting to catch and swallow whole -- he loves it. he knows, theoretically speaking, that he could lay you flat on your back if he wanted to. the thing is he doesn't want to. he wants to see you sprinkled in his blood and enjoying it too.

BEEL;

beel understands you. he knows what it's like to want food—to need it—and not be able to have it at that exact moment and time. so he makes sure that there's always blood bags stacked in the mini fridge in his room and he also makes sure that you don't feel embarrassed about your cravings and needs. he's also never scared of you. not only because he knows you don't pose a real threat (at least not to him or his brothers), but also because he just gets it. he knows the suffering that comes with that burning pit in your stomach. he knows the anguish of hurting people because you can't control yourself and the blame that comes afterwards. so even if you do lose control at some point, beel's there to hold you and pet your head and make you feel okay again.

LEVI;

levi's scared of you, at first, and also impossibly turned on. it's hard to build any kind of relationship with him because he's so skittish around you. he looks at you and when you smile at him, all he sees are your fangs—and he squeaks and runs to his room. but it's not really fear anymore, at least not after you've made it clear that you were a good person (vampire?). levi just cannot stand the thoughts in his own head at the sight of anything even remotely vampire on you. he wants you to suck his blood, maybe even to call him your blood bag. but then he tells himself that he's gross: that's a filthy, disgusting thought. dumb levi. but he genuinely cannot help himself. he feels like he's in some kind of anime and he's watched lots of them with vampires. he can't help but fantasize about you sinking your teeth into his flesh and drinking until you're full. sometimes he dreams about it, even. he'd never ask though. the one time you've stormed into his room with your eyes a crimson red and a sneer on your beautiful face, levi nearly fainted on the spot. but then he pushed his collar to the side, turned a pretty red and offered his neck to you. he's so cute you want to eat him.

SATAN;

satan asks you a million questions all the time about the human world. things he's only ever read about in books, since there's no human alive to tell the tales. you spend hours in his room together, a candle lit, cuddled up in his bed while he asks and you answer. sometimes satan takes a few notes to add to some books that he owns. he especially loves it when you tell him something in his books is simply wrong. he loves when you go on long tangents about things that don't even exist anymore—of times long since passed. he asks you what your human life was like back then, but you just give him a confused glance. “i've never been human,” you said. even more questions. he's heard of pureblood vampires before, of course, but he's never actually met one. please don't tell him you're a price or anything like that. he will never stop asking questions.

BELPHIE;

belphie doesn't give two shits about you being a vampire, tbh. he loves the fact that you sleep during the day because that means he'll get to take even more naps with you. he also doesn't care that you drink blood—doesn't find it disgusting but doesn't find it too attractive either. it's just... normal for him. like, he'll fetch himself a drink and just grab you a bag of blood along with it. he does use you as an excuse 79% of the time. tells lucifer he has to look after you because you're hungry so he can't go to school (he's very much simply taking a nap with you). he wouldn't mind you biting him either. it's not like he finds it super hot and gets turned on by it, but it's just.. he doesn't mind it. whether you're actually hungry and need blood or you just want to nibble on his skin a little for comfort, he's pretty much down for it. at this point, he doesn't even flinch anymore when you sink your teeth into his neck, shoulder or arm. his brothers do give you guys weird looks when they see you cuddling on the couch with your mouth around his arm, but belphie doesn't give a fuck about them. let them stare all they want as long as you're happy.

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sunshowerwriting · 9 months

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Levi with a bf that dresses in “feminine” clothes

He thinks you are so cute. He wont admit it to anyone but you but he loves your style and thinks the clothes you wear look so good on you. Him trying to compliment you is a disaster but he just thinks you are the prettiest boy alive he cant help but get flustered by you.

He has asked you to let him try on some of your clothes. And when he did he actually really liked some of them. He is all about comfort in clothing, and honestly, he thinks skirts are extremely comfortable. Not his first choice of bottoms but they are comfortable and you may convince him to wear them occasionally but only in private.

He likes it when you wear heels. No matter how tall you are without them on or how tall they make you when you do wear them he thinks its really hot when you wear heels and that extra hight delights him.

He will be so embarrassed if your clothes happen to show a little more skin. Whether it’s a short skirt or a revealing top his face will go red every time. You may even catch him whining about other people getting to see this much of your skin if you wear clothes like that out in public.

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quality-street-rat · 2 years

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Y/n, every morning for a week: Bonjour Captain! Voulez-vous couchez avec moi?

Levi, every morning for a week: *rolls his eyes and ignores y/n*

Hange and the 104th every morning for a week: ????????

Y/n, on day 8: Bonjour captain! Voulez-vous couchez avec moi?

Levi, who finally looked it up, deadpan: No, I don't want to sleep with you.

Y/n: Too bad. You don't know what you're missing.

Hange, loudly: Is THAT what that means??!!! 😳

#zip it matt #shitpost #attack on titan #attack on titan shitpost #incorrect x reader #incorrect quotes #aot incorrect quotes #levi x reader #levi x male reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x male reader #levi x gender neutral reader #male reader #x male reader #male y/n #gender neutral y/n #gender neutral reader #x gender neutral reader #eren's band of idiots

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levi-akerman248 · 1 year

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HI wanted to request if you could do a levi with a soft dom male reader who likes praising him , so maybe a praise kink and a bit of overstimulation

and ofc smutty as always thank you

Sorry this took me a bit, hope you enjoy 😊

One more.

Levi x male reader

Smut, Praise kink, overstimulation

Levi never understood praise, and looking back how could he? He could barely remember what his mom looked like yet alone what she’s said to him.

Kenny, the bastard, never praised him. Once Levi learned what he needed Kenny would just move onto the next lesson. Never saying Levi did good or any shit like that.

Not that Levi needed it or anything. He’s not a narcissist but he’s not an idiot either. He knows he’s stronger than the regular soldier so it’s not like he gets any joy from people telling him that.

But Y/n. All Y/n has to do is look at him and Levi gets this weird feeling in his stomach. And when y/n praises him? Oh god. Levi could bust just thinking about y/n’s soft voice whispering about what a good boy-

“Whatcha thinking about so seriously levi?”

Levi glanced up at Hanji, having forgotten they were in the mess hall.

“….just about how I haven’t shit yet today.”

“Oh, well maybe I should make you some coffee instead of that stale tea you like to drink. You’ll be shitting piles as tall as you, short stack”

Levi scoffed and Hanji giggled.

Then, a knock. They both looked up and saw y/n standing in the door way

He gave a little smile, “Sorry to interrupt your…shit talk, but it’s getting late.”

Hanji glanced out the window, “Ah, I suppose it is. Welp, I better head to bed then. See you guys tomorrow!”

They waved and walked past Y/n before turning around quickly, “Oh! And don’t forget we have that meeting before morning training”

Levi wanted to roll his eyes, they always had a meeting in the morning every Wednesday. Y/n smiled, “Alright, thanks Hanji. Goodnight”

“Goodnight blushy” Hanji smirked before leaving

Y/n just shook his head, “I still don’t know why they call me that”

Levi cursed Hanji for that. They called Y/n blushy cause for a while before Y/n and levi were dating, levi would blush when Y/n entered the room.

Damn four eyes. They always had to tease him about something

“Levi, you coming?”

Levi stared at Y/n for a second, admiring his eyes and the way they always seemed to sparkle

“..Yea.”

Y/n chuckled, “well then let’s go”

Levi hid his smile behind his tea cup as he quickly drank the rest before getting up and following Y/n through the kitchen and to their bedroom

They laid there, Y/n spooning Levi from behind

As usual, Levi was having trouble falling asleep and Y/n took notice of this

Y/n scooted as close to levi as he could, pressing himself against his lover and nuzzling his face into his neck

Levi couldn’t help but shiver when Y/n spoke softly into his ear

“Do you need some help falling asleep pretty boy~?”

Levi let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, his face burning up and his cock hardening

He gulped and nodded just enough for Y/n to catch it and smirk

Levi felt Y/n’s cock grow and press harder against his backside, making him silently hope this leads to fucking

Y/n slid his hand down Levi’s front and under his pj’s, grabbing his cock firmly

Levi let out a small whine as Y/n pushed Levi’s pj’s down just enough to pull his cock out and slowly started to jerk him off

The room was quiet, only Levi’s soft panting and the wet sound of Y/n’s kisses on his neck could be heard

Y/n couldn’t help but gently grind his clothed cock against Levi’s bare ass as he played with his lovers dick

He nibbled and kissed Levi’s neck, loving the little whimpers he got in return

Levi brought his hand to his mouth and gently bit down on his finger, trying to keep quiet as Y/n’s strokes got faster

Using his free hand, Y/n grabbed Levi’s and pulled it away from his mouth

“Uh uh, I want to hear all your precious sounds pretty boy”

Levi moaned, his stomach fluttering at the pet name and his hips grinding up into Y/n’s hand

Y/n loved watching Levi squirm under his touch, it made his cock twitch with the need to bury it in Levi’s tight ass

But first, he wanted to watch Levi cum and make a mess all over himself

So Y/n sped up his strokes and whispered into Levi’s ear knowing his words would make him come undone faster

“That’s it baby boy, cum for me”

“You’re such a good boy, such a needy little baby.”

“You wanna cum so bad don’t you?”

“Come on pretty baby, make a mess all over yourself for me. Be a good boy and give me your cum”

The combination of Y/n’s firm but gentle voice complimenting him and the working of his hand on Levi’s cock made levi convulse in pleasure

His eyes rolled and his cock sprayed cum all over Y/n’s hand and the front of Levi’s shirt

“Good boy~ that’s my pretty baby, you did such a good job levi”

Levi couldn’t help but smile at the praise as he caught his breathe

Y/n cleaned up his hand with the tissues on the nightstand and helped levi out of his tainted shirt

Y/n sat up and glanced over Levi who had now caught his breathe and seemed much more relaxed

Y/n smirked down at Levi, “Sleepy now?”

Levi thought for a second, he definitely wouldn’t have trouble falling asleep if he tried to now

But, he also really wanted Y/n to cum as well

Y/n looked surprised when Levi shook his head, “Nope”

“Hm, that’s strange. I thought for sure it would be enough”

Levi was amused at Y/n’s small pout of disappointment, he almost gave in and told him the truth

Almost

Levi hummed and wrapped his legs around Y/n’s waist, pulling him down and causing Y/n to be leaning above him

“Maybe one more will work.”

Y/n stared down at Levi, watching as he clearly tried not to blush at the suggestion

Y/n smirked and leaned down to nibbles on Levi’s ear,

“One more it is then~”

Levi smirked back and quickly got to undressing Y/n

Once both were fully naked, Y/n grabbed the lube from the drawer and poured a generous amount on his fingers

He closed the cap and set the lube back down, he then lifted his fingers to Levi’s entrance and inserted one

Levi clenched his teeth at the slight uncomfortable feeling, then moaned as Y/n leaned down and licked his nipple

Sparks shot through his chest as Y/n nibbled and sucked on his chest

Levi never knew how sensitive his nipples could be until he met Y/n and now it was one of his favorite pleasure spots

He moaned softly as Y/n inserted a second finger and was now pumping his fingers in and out, occasionally using a come hither motion which made Levi bite down on his lip to keep quiet

After a bit more stretching, Levi was ready for Y/n’s cock

Y/n pulled away from Levi’s chest, the cold hitting Levi’s wet nipples made him shiver, while Y/n slowly pushed the head of his cock in

Levi’s eyes squeezed shut as he bit down on his hand again

Y/n groaned in pleasure as his cock was encased by Levi’s tight warmth, he pushed as slowly as he could trying to be patient and not just ram it in at once

Finally after what seemed like forever, Y/n’s cock was fully inside of Levi

Y/n laid gently on top of Levi, allowing Levi to get accustomed with the feeling of Y/n’s thick cock stretching his walls

Once he was ready, Levi wrapped his arms around Y/n and gave him the ok

Y/n started out gentle, pulling his cock out only a few inches before slowly pushing it back in

Levi let out a small moan with every thrust and whisper of Y/n’s voice in his ear

“You’re doing so good baby”

“You’re so fucking tight”

“Always feel so good on my cock”

“Such a pretty boy you are, taking my cock so well”

With every sentence, Levi was closer and closer to cumming

Soon, Y/n’s pace had quickened into a violent thrust that had Levi moaning and begging,

“Ahh~ fuck! Please, more, please~”

Y/n moaned and growled, loving the sounds his little lover made

“That’s it baby, mmm let out all those pretty sounds”

“Fuck I love how good you are, such a good boy for me”

“You’re so strong, taking my cock so well~ making all those pretty sounds”

Y/n growled into Levi’s ear, “Louder, scream louder for me Levi, want everyone to hear how good I make you feel”

Levi couldn’t even blush anymore, all he could do was sit there and moan as he took Y/n’s cock

Soon he felt his second orgasm of the night build up and it had him whimpering into Y/n’s ear

“C-close, so close, ahh~ gonna cum~”

At that, Y/n reached down and pumped Levi’s cock in rhythm to his thrusts making Levi scream and curse as he came

Levi’s back arched as his eyes rolled, his hands fists the pillows and his cock spasmed

Only a few squirts came out but it left Levi buzzing in pleasure

Y/n had paused his thrusts to watch Levi come undone and he was stunned at the sight

Once Levi had finished and was catching his breathe, Y/n decided he had to see it again

So he picked back up his thrusting and leaned over Levi to look into his dazed eyes

“Again, do that again.”

Levi groaned in pleasure and confusion, “w-what?”

Y/n growled and sped up his thrusts, feeling his orgasm near but needing to see Levi cum again

“Cum. I want to see you cum on my cock again”

Y/n reached up and played with Levi’s nipples causing him to moan louder as Y/n’s cock was just grazing his prostate at the same time

“Cant. I-I can’t”

“Yes you can baby, I know you can do it. Just once more please pretty boy, just cum one more time for me”

Levi whimpered, a single tear running down his face that Y/n leaned down and licked up

Y/n then encased Levi’s lips with his own, his tongue twirling in Levi’s mouth as he pounded him with his cock

Feeling his end near and knowing it wouldn’t take much for Levi to cum again, Y/n picked him up so that Y/n was now kneeling in an upright position on the bed and levi was bouncing on his cock

Levi screamed loud in pleasure as this new position allowed Y/n’s head to hit his prostate dead on with every thrust

Levi felt his orgasm build yet again and couldn’t help but cry from the pleasure

Y/n bounced Levi faster on his cock, watching as tears fell from his lovers face and moans of pain and pleasure left his lips

Levi cried as his cock ached, “I can’t, Y/n please no more, can’t”

“Yes you can baby, you’re almost there. Just one more, you can do it I know you can”

Levi whimpered and hid his face in Y/n’s neck as he was filled with a combination of pain and pleasure, his cock ached for release and his mind clouded with need

Levi was confused, he didn’t know if he wanted more or not. The thought of cumming again made his cock twitch in pain but the thought of stopping now made him wanna scream in frustration

He was relying solely on Y/n right now to decide what to do, and it was clear what he chose

One more.

Levi cried and begged Y/n to stop but Y/n knew that’s not what Levi really wanted. They had a safe word and Levi hadn’t used it yet so Y/n continued to push Levi’s body for just one more orgasm

Y/n bounced Levi on his cock and as soon as he saw Levi’s eyes start to roll he quickly wrapped his hands around Levi’s swollen cock and stroked him

“That’s it baby, cum for me~ that’s it, such a good boy you are~”

Levi’s balls drew up and his cock twitch but nothing came out, he moaned so loud he was sure everyone could hear him but he didn’t care

His ass tightened around Y/n’s cock causing him to cum with just a few more thrusts, filling levi full

Y/n gently laid Levi down as they both caught their breath

Levi was completely gone, he saw nothing but stars and clouds. His body felt like it was floating and it was by far his best orgasm yet. He didn’t even care how messy the bed he was laying on was right now, he couldn’t think about anything

He was completely at peace. And was soon able to fall into the deepest, best sleep he’s ever had.

They’re definitely doing this at least one more time.

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levilaughlove · 26 days

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You woke up in a familiar bedroom. It's Levi's. You have a warm cloth on your head, the room has a heater set to a comfortable temp, & the smell of a vanilla candle was just enough.

"Welcome back to Earth." Levi says sarcastically, looking at you. The memories of how you got here flood back & your eyes water in anger & distress.

"You just got better. You were in bad shape..." Levi says cautiously as if he wants to add to that. "Go on..." You say, not breaking eye-contact with his unusually nervous person.

"You don't have to tell me now — or at all if you don't want to, but, what happened? That's the worst I've seen you.'' Levi asks, trying to keep an unbothered suit but the concern was there. You finally break eye contact and let out a tired breath. "She lashed out again. She waited for me in the living room." You stopped, not wanting her to seem more bad than she already is.

Silence rings through the room before Levi speaks up. "There's more to that. I know you, what else?" He says sternly. You stay silent.

"You shouldn't feel obligated to save her ass every time. She fucked up her reputation herself, you didn't do that." He adds. All you do, is nod in agreement but didn't audibly agree. "Also..."

"I tried to call you, but you didn't pick up. Was it a bad time or was it the heavy ass rain?" Levi asks, curious. "No she, she smashed it. My phone that is...that's what triggered the panic attack. It was just so loud."

You reply ashamed. You felt childish for the confession but it was Levi &, you confide in him. Levi looks at you with anger, but you know its not directed towards you. "That bitch, it pisses me off and i've never even SPOKEN to it." Levi glares, lost in unconscious, angry rambling.

Levi stopped, realizing how awkward it was for you. "I.." Levi began.

"I just want you to know, I'm not one to be sentimental or whatever the shit..." He continued, a tad bit embarrassed. "But, I care about you, so much. She's a cunt for how she treats you..you deserve much better. Even if it were for a minute, y'know, I could treat you better than she could in 7 centuries. I can treat you better." Levi uttered.

You were stunned, it was like a confession but you weren't sure if Levi had quite registered that he basically confessed his feelings about you. "Levi..." you murmured, an unexplainable joy rises in your chest.

Levi is looking down to his slightly fidgeting hands. He hasn't found the courage to look back up to you just yet. A hand sneaks under his chin & raises his head to meet your face once again. "I really understand how you feel, i'd love to reciprocate but..she is my wife. I'd be cheating. I don't...cheat." You say.

"One can label you a cheater all they want but more importantly label her a murderer. She killed a bright soul & that is unforgivable. My (M/n)." He said. "Pea."

Your heart dropped into your ass, he remembered. He remembers the best moments of your shared lives. It all made sense to you now. A breath of fresh air. It just. makes. sense.

"I've never said anything like this to anyone before." Levi Says. "— I don't need an answer now... I'll wait for you." he adds.

"Absolutely." You finally answer. "Yes, a million times."

Levi's stone cold expression has a hint of relief. You lean in, connecting your lips together.

"A million—times—Yes." You say in between kisses. He loves the way your lips feel, he has some unspeakable things he wants to do to you but won't say it, of course. Levis hands sneak to your waist, pulling you underneath him.

His hands roam your lower half, ever so slightly teasing your cock through your sweats.

" s-so good, vi. " Levi's face heats up, the way you get him worked up is concerning. You pull Levi closer, wrapping your legs around his waist and rubbing your manhoods together.

Levi moans & soft grunts in your ear. The friction makes you both hot and bothered, a faint wet spot can be seen on the head of both of your sweatpants. "I'm gonna take such...good care of you, (m/n)" Levi breathes out. "Flip." You obey and turn onto your stomach, lifting your ass in the air. Y'know, easy access. Levi eagerly slides your sweats down along with your boxers at once.

His breathing gets a bit heavier upon seeing your puckered hole, eager to be fucked. He guessed this was his reward for all his patience. You wanted to be filled so bad, never before had you ever had a desire this much. Everything boiled up to a point & you were ready to feel healthy love. Healthy love making.

You look back to Levi, eye full of desperate pleading. "I need it, I really need it, vi'...p-lease..." That sent him over the edge. "Oh, (m/n)."

Levi rammed his cock into your ass. A heat rises into both of your stomachs. Levi leans down & hugs you tight before pulling out and slamming back in. "Oh, hhnn." Fuck, you hadn't felt this much pleasure in a while. You feel his cock roughly pounding into your prostate, lewd fluids leaking onto the bed from your sex. Your cock hanging, the sheets below grazing your slit. Levi's hands tighten on your waist, more near your groin.

Levi listens closely to your voice, paying attention to your arousal. He gets off if you're getting off. "H-ghk! F-fuck Levi.." You choke out. Levi picks up his pace, wet slapping of his groin to your ass, your sloppy hole convulsing around him tighter by the second, driving him closer to orgasm. "(M-m/n) you're—) Levi just barely whispered. Tears fill your eyes once more, eyes low & slightly rolling back, body flushed. You let out a moan of immense pleasure, eyes now shut tightly. Levi blushing intensely at you. He has such a crush on you.

Levi slows his pace as to not overstimulate you.

"K-keep going, Levi.." You say breathless.

"B-but...you just—" "I need you to fill me, as deep as you can, vi'."

Levi breathes deeply before, once again, pulling out & slamming in. Your moans in union sound beautiful, your heads are hot, the bed creaking slightly, wet slapping of your jointed bottom parts, then it happens.

Levi loads into you, holding onto tighter than ever, ropes of cum spur onto you chest, your second orgasm. Levi's cum is much more than if he were to jerk off.

After you both fall from your highs, Levi pulls out, watching his cum drip from your gaping hole. You close your eyes & catch your breath. Levi rests his body on top of yours. After a while, he speaks. "You 'kay?" Levi asks, caressing your hair. "More than okay, we're filthy though." You reply. "A filthy i've longed for, for a long time." Levi murmurs into your ear. A small, content smile appears on your face.

The second beginning of something beautiful.

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ibarkatpeoplewoofwoofbitch · 2 months

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Hi!! Is it okay if I requested levithan ( obey me ) with a Trans masc reader who dresses in all types of ways? Doesn't matter to him if it's feminine or masculine or gender neutral. If he likes it, he'll dress like it

I love this ask 🗣‼️

I don't know if anon wanted nsfw or sfw but either way I'll do it.

Sfw, levi being himself,fluff.

-Leviathan loves that his partner dresses in whatever feels comfortable.

-he definitely is afraid to ask but wants reader to cosplay with him

-he is one of those people who love hugging but is touch starved

-then when the first cuddle levi refused to let go lucifer had to pull him off for classes.

-levi stole mammons Goldie and went shopping for clothes you saved to your phone and didn't have the money to buy

-he's quite the shy man but he loves his boyfriend

-you two binge his favorite animes.

-his names for you are: normie,baby boy (only over text), sweetheart, dummy,

-your names for him are: my boy, need, dumbass, cutie patootie, pookie,

-he had zero clue what pookie meant so his reaction was: "e-...? Excuse me?"

-it took him several hours to understand his humans slang.

-mammon is such a hater sometimes. He's greedy he was your first. With his jerk of a baby brother?

-but levi bickers with him daily you love this nerdy boy anyways.

#obey me x male mc #obey me x male reader #obey me nightbringer #obey me x reader #obey me #leviathan x reader #leviathan x male reader #levi x male reader

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mikasa-imadebiscults · 10 months

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Hi can I request eren with a male s/o that has really powerful legs and when he fights in titan form eren is always like "dem leg's" or something like that if that's OK with you

(Greetings anon! I hope it’s okay with you that I did Eren and multiple characters)

AOT Characters with a Titan Shifter! Male S/O that has Strong Legs

- He really loves your legs and makes sure to make it known, would definitely flirt and tease you about them. Likes to watch you fight and train with your legs. Talks about you a lot and brags to others saying “Yeah that’s my man right there.”

|EREN, Connie, Jean.

- Wants to test out how strong your legs are in Titan form so that he knows how useful you’ll be to humanity. He notices your immense power in your legs but he doesn’t flirt with you about it because he doesn’t want you to be uncomfortable or anything.

|ERWIN, Levi

- Notices them but doesn’t say anything, but they secretly admire your leg strength very much. They have to snap themselves out of it and stop staring whenever you’re fighting in your Titan form.

|Mikasa, ARMIN, Pieck

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levmada · 1 year

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//male!reader, praise, oral (m!receiving), canonverse, overstim

It’s too much energy to open your heavy, tired eyes when you speak. “You’re affectionate this morning.”

“Hm.” Levi clings a little tighter, if laying flat on top of you wasn’t enough. Instead of a rebuke, he buries his face in your neck.

He’s much smaller than you, and so his weight resting on top is comforting somehow. You slide your hand up his back and rub in slow circles. The warm, rippled sensation of his bare muscles are satisfying to the touch. Soothes your scuffs and scratches since you got back from an expedition the evening before. That would be why Levi is clingy, and why he didn’t act annoyed when you pointed it out.

Nothing necessarily happened—no close calls. But it was an expedition. A rough one, at that.

You kiss the top of his head, nosing his silky hair and the breezy scent of fresh soap. Something so familiar brings you home somehow, even though you’re safely behind the Walls again, and together in your bed.

He raises his head. There are tired wrinkles under his eyes, but there always are. He looks ethereal in the golden morning light. Although his hair is a bit of a wreck.

Smiling, you rake your fingers through the wild tufts.

His eyes flutter. With a fond sigh, he lays his soft lips on yours, gentle, but passionate.

There’s always a chance that when you all leave the Walls, you won’t come back. It’s a little easier for you to get used to, knowing what Levi’s capable of. He’s simply not like anyone else, but the same can’t be said about you. You think… despite the fact he trusts you, or, even if you were somehow at his level, he’s scared of losing you. He’s scared of losing.

You tilt your head, capturing his lips once more. A silent sigh washes over your face.

With a wet smack, he pulls away. “Your breath stinks.”

Then he kisses your chin, trailing deep, open-mouthed kisses down your neck.

“I wonder who kissed me first,” you muse, teasing. You woke up to him on you like this—Levi definitely didn’t sleep much. It’s hard to, after.

“Hm.” He nibbles at a spot just above your collarbone, and thumbs at your nipple, toying almost. “Must’ve been a ghost.”

Your breath hitches. “Must’ve been.”

You affectionately play with his hair and turn your head to make more room.

But he’s already on his way down. He kisses your left chest, right over your heart as his palms kneed, then press your soft pecs together. A hot ache stirs down below. You nibble your lip and squirm.

“Like playing with these. Easy to make you hard.” He watches your shifting expression through his lashes, demure, as his thumbs flick your nipples.

“Easy to make me beg, you mean,” you breathe, hard now. You’re confident he can feel it pinned against his navel.

“You should spread your legs.”

You obey, wiggling your briefs down while your at it, as his mouth gets busy kissing down and down. Your cock slaps your navel once freed, messy and leaking, you can feel.

Levi seems plenty satisfied to leave them at your thighs. His head disappears under the duvet, replaced by the feeling of his heavy tongue gliding up your cock.

“Oh,” is punched from your chest, further dissolving into a soft, satisfied moan as he buries it in his mouth, smoothly to the bottom, all at once. Lithe palms find your thighs, pinning them down and apart.

It’s almost like he’s doing it just because he wants your dick in his mouth. There’s no rush to his firm sucking, despite how quick he got to it.

Well, he can have you. You curl your toes and rub his shoulders as all that soft, tight heat sucks you in over and over again. Under the blankets, you can spot the slight shifts when he bobs his head. You want to see him.

He slides it down his throat again, swallowing as he squeezes your thigh, and his hand disappears. It reappears, squeezing and working your balls.

“Levi,” you gasp, squeezing his nape. You don’t want to gag him, but his mouth is too good.

He moans when you lay your hand on that spot, still swallowing, lazily now. The vibrations send delightful shivers up your spine. He squeezes your round balls.

“I wanna see you…” Your palm slides into his hair, tugging faintly.

He moans a disagreeing sound in answer, and sucks tighter as if to argue. You know he’s hollowing his cheeks, swallowing deep. It’s throbbing on his tongue, you can feel, pulling another rich noise from him.

There’s no way he can breathe down there, and he can’t see you, so why? Maybe he’s getting even more pleasure out of this than you. Giving you head—making you feel good, making you come—for his own comfort isn’t the first odd thing about Levi. It’s charming.

So you tilt your head back and simply enjoy it, letting loose all the sounds he’s stealing from your heaving chest, mindlessly stroking his hair.

“God, you feel so good… Keep going. Suck it just like that.”

By his needy increase in speed, you think he likes the praise just as much as sucking your cock in of itself. His relaxed pace never falters, but in his occasional whines and his tongue lapping into your slit like a thirsty kitten betrays how needy he is for you to come down his throat.

“Levi… Levi…” Your thighs tense.

Within moments of rapidly bobbing his head, when his sucking becomes greedy, a gasp steals the air from your lungs. “Baby, I’m gonna come—”

To none of your surprise, he sinks all the way down and swallows, ripping you over the edge. You hear yourself yelp his name and break out into uncontrollable shivers. Your throbbing cock twitches heavy buried in his mouth, tight and hot as you shoot your cum down his throat. He squeezes and tugs on your balls as if to milk every last drop out of you. Your whole face feels hot.

“P-Please please.” You don’t know what you’re begging for when you’re completely soft, and he hasn’t faltered at all. Tangled in your fingers, you pull his hair a little tighter than you meant, which just makes him louder.

A muffled whimper can be heard before you feel him drag your hand down, lacing your fingers on the sheets beside your hip, which squeeze. He wants to keep going. Thrills shoot through your belly.

“Hah…” You find yourself smiling. “You want more…? You can have more. Harder, baby.”

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