Warnings: Masturbation (male/female), spankings, degration, orgasm dely/denail, thigh riding/humping, Levi is a masochist, Reader is a sadist
Genre: Smut
Paring: Sub!Levi || Fem!Dom!Reader
Summary: Levi masterbates to a memory of him getting spanked. Thatโs the plot lmao
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The candle that burned a yellow dimness did little to brighten up the already gloomy room. The wax that rolled from the candle was somewhat entertaining to Levi, who sat with his head to his desk in the creaky, wooden chair.
All he could think about was you. Damn, he was such an idiot.
โIf anybody finds out about this, Iโll kill you.โ He muttered, words easily spilling out of his mouth as you quirked an eyebrow in amusement.
โBig words for someone coming here to get dominated. I suggest you kneel before I punish you. Youโre lucky to even be getting a warning.โ
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YOU were older than me in age,
But not in depth, not in clarity.
I admired YOU from afar the day I saw you.
YOU admired me too โ
But only after months of silence and watching.
I kept telling myself โ itโs nothing.
Just a childish flame, a beautiful nightmare.
But neither of us listened to reason.
YOU played hot and cold โ
Detached on the outside,
But your mask slipped more than once.
And I was surprised.
That a man so polished,
So professional,
Could unravel like this โ
Over emotions.
Maybe YOU liked feeling powerless for once.
Maybe YOU liked being seen โ
Not for who YOU pretend to be,
But who YOU actually are,
When you're just a man,
Not a mask.
I wondered โ
Do YOU already belong to someone else?
Was I just a thrill?
A distraction from your perfect, composed world?
But a year passed, and I know this:
YOU were far more shaken by this than I ever was
and Iโll never know your side,
Or the kind of power I held over you.
The day I smiled at someone else โ
YOU decided to erase every feeling you ever had for me.
YOU punished me for playing your own game.
I shouldโve said:
Thatโs how it feels,
When someone flips the script you wrote.
Even now โ
After all this time โ
You're still lodged in my mind,
Like a thought that refuses to rot.
YOU stopped looking at me the way you used to.
Took back the favor you once gave me.
But even then, your mask slipped again โ
When I showed YOU, I never needed your help to begin with.
Your pettiness runs deeper than your silence.
And maybe youโve moved on.
Maybe youโve forgotten me.
Or maybe you're just trying to.
But hereโs the truth:
The only one truly hurting from this game โ is YOU.
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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 โ so what will happen when you unveil leviโs?
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 wonโt be as long lol this took FOREVER. anyway, please consider reblogging if you enjoy it<3
wc. 5k
Sparkling chandeliers adorn the ballroomโs 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 nightโs 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 youโre politely concluding the conversation or excusing yourself entirely.
As youโre 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 youโve 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, youโre just as suddenly disappointed when you realise itโs not him. Eventually, you fall back into the same routine as before โ entertaining married couples, faking laughs at bad jokes, listening to shallow gossip.
โGoodness, me,โ Baroness Azumabito gushes at you, โyou are as charming as they say, Your Grace.โ
You chuckle courteously. โYouโre too kind, Lady Azumabito.โ
She offers you a closed-eye smile, her crowโs feet pinching together. โI truly must ask,โ she begins, unfolding her peacock-feather fan and speaking a little quieter now. You already know itโs certainly not something she must ask. โWhat are your plans on marriage? You have no small number of choices, Iโm sure!โ
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 โ her husbandโs 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 Azumabitoโs, cunning as a fox and twice as sneaky, trust is a risk youโre not willing to take.
You laugh again. โOh, none at the moment,โ you say, feigning ignorance, โIโm so busy these days, I feel as though a partner might beโฆโ
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.
โMight be what?โ Kiyomi asks.
An uneasy sense of disappointment hollows in your chest, but you ignore it. โUh, a distraction. Would be... a distraction.โ
Another flash of shadowy hair, porcelain skin.
Kiyomi clears her throat. โDo you care to elaborate, Your Grace?โ
Just as youโre 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 โ 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. โPlease forgive my impudence, Your Grace, but what has you soโโ
You abruptly but gently take her hands into yours. โPardon my manners, Lady Azumabito,โ you say, already shifting on your feet in preparation for your departure, โbut Iโve spotted an acquaintance of mine with whom Iโd like to discuss some private matters with.โ You let go of her hands and give a curt bow. โIf youโll please excuse me.โ
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 youโre in armโs length, you cheerily call out:
โViscount Ackerman!โ
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. โFashionably late as always?โ 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.
โAnd I see you areโฆโ Silver blue eyes wash over you, up and down, in a single steady motion. โIn attendance. As always.โ
โOf course,โ you reply with a practised smile. โI would not dream of missing one of the Duke of Trostโs parties.โ
He hums. โI donโt doubt that.โ
You hum back, thoughtful. โAnd what of yourself, my Lord?โ you ask. โWhat brings you here?โ You pause to smile knowingly. โCertainly not the food, seeing as you were absent for that.โ
His eyes narrow and his lips press together in a firm line. โIf you must know, the Duke was very insistent that I attend,โ he explains, eyeing a passing servant before picking up a flute of champagne from their tray. โAs for my tardinessโฆ I prioritised taking care of some business affairs, first and foremost. Though I suppose I shouldnโt expect you to understand.โ He swirls the liquid around in his glass and takes a sip.
You chuckle heartily. โOh, come now!โ you exclaim. โWhy so hostile? Are we not friends?โ
โOnly in public,โ Levi corrects in a low tone.
You turn to face the room, smirking against your glass. โThatโs not true and you know it.โ
A newly-engaged couple you were conversing with earlier passes by, waving. You smile and wave back at them.
Levi makes an exasperated noise. โDo you never tire of that?โ he grumbles into his glass.
You bring your own glass up to your lips. โWhatever do you mean, my Lord?โ
He grimaces. โThat.โ
You giggle. โKeeping up appearances is just the way I was raised,โ you reply with a gesture of nonchalance, โbut not all my smiles are fake, you know. Itโs quite pleasant, smiling.โ You beam at him, as if to prove your point. โI think you ought to try it some time.โ
Levi scowls. โI know how to smile.โ
โOh, I never said you didnโt, my Lord,โ you quip. โI have no doubt that you understand it in theory, just that you should try putting it into practice.โ 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. โYouโre infuriating.โ
โAnd yet, here you are,โ you say, stepping closer. โFor longer than ten seconds, might I add. Surely a feat, no?โ
Levi scoffs. โDonโt flatter yourself.โ He raises his glass, speaking over the lip of it. โYou just happen to be the least infuriating one here.โ
You bite your tongue โ โWell, by your standards, being the least infuriating is, in fact, quite flattering!โ โ and instead, you glance around and lean in. โIn that case, what do you say we go find a place away from all this poor company?โ Your voice takes on a lighter yet all the more meaningful tone. โPerhaps somewhere just for the two of us?โ
Thereโs a glint of interest in Leviโs eyes that doesnโt go unnoticed by you as you pull away to look at him. โI would say thatโs highly inappropriate,โ he says, hushed, but not in a way that matches his words; hushed in a way that suggests intrigue.
โInappropriate?โ you echo, lips curving into a smile. โYou really neednโt worry so much, my Lord! We shanโt be away for long, I promise.โ
Leviโs thin eyebrows angle up. After a moment of contemplation, he closes his eyes and sighs. โIf you insist,โ he concedes.
Without further discussion, you set aside your and Leviโs drinks, then go ahead and stroll over to the arched doors with Levi not far behind.
With how often the Duke hosts such extravaganzas, youโve 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 Leviโs chagrin.
โWhat is it now?โ 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. โDo my eyes deceive me or is that the Countess of Ehrmich and her handmaid kissing out in the gazebo?โ You turn to Levi with a theatrically outraged jaw-drop, making him roll his eyes.
โYou are no better than those gossiping simpletons we left in the ballroom,โ he scolds as he draws the curtains shut.
You chuckle. โApologies! Only a jest!โ He glares at you but otherwise doesnโt 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. โItโs just so fun to tease you, I canโt resist.โ
Goosebumps raise on Leviโs skin as he flinches away from you, fingers hovering over where your breath brushed his earlobe. He swallows. โMaybe you ought to practise some self-restraint.โ
You smirk. โMaybe you ought to have less of it.โ
He frowns. โHow would that benefit anyone?โ
You take a step closer. โTry it and find out.โ
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.
โI believe,โ you say, smiling cattily and circling around him, โI have found the drawing room.โ
Levi huffs. โFinally,โ he mumbles and pushes past you through the door. You follow after him, shutting the door behind you.
The room is a size youโd 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 โ yet no doubt expensive โ 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.
โAt last, some peace and quiet, hm?โ you say, mostly just to occupy the air with something of substance, as you glance at Levi.
Heโs sitting with one elbow resting on the seatโs floral print armrest, the pads of his fingers massaging the area between his eyebrows. โUntil you spoiled it, yes,โ 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 isnโt until you take two, five, ten or so steps โ when the silence drags on without a response of your own โ that he raises his head.
โActually,โ you start, standing by the armchair across from him, only a few feet away, โI brought you here to discuss something with you.โ
His reaction is stalled but still comes in the form of a puzzled frown. โGo on, then.โ
The floorboards squeak under your weight as you take another few steps forward. Levi shifts in his chair. โWe agreed to be honest with one another, Levi. To not keep secrets,โ you say, โyet I have good reason to suspect you havenโt entirely been maintaining your end of the agreement.โ
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 didnโt 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. โI told Hange to get rid of that.โ
โReally? Why is that?โ you ask, turning it over in your hand. โI hear itโs quite good.โ
Levi canโt stop the irritation from showing on his face. โThe problem is not with the book itself.โ
Itโs the influence it has on imbeciles like Hange, he finishes in his head. Imbeciles whoโll believe anything with enough coincidences and paranoid witness accounts. Sure, Hange is a special case, because theyโre not so much afraid of the rumoured existence of โvampiresโ as they are curious, which is arguably worse โ especially since, for once, the imbeciles are right.
โThen whatโs the problem?โ Your frown seems to be of genuine confusion, but Levi knows better. Thereโs an underlying something just waiting to reveal itself.
Levi folds his arms across his chest. โWhat does this have to do with our agreement?โ
The smile returns to your face, but it is unlike any that Levi is used to seeing; not fake, but not entirely trustworthy either. โSurely youโve figured out that much by now.โ You set the book aside. โReally, Levi. Do you take me for some kind of fool?โ Your hands come forward and clasp the armrests of his chair. โDid you really think I donโt know thatโฆ youโre a vampire?โ
Levi scoffs. โDo you hear yourself?โ He narrows his eyes at you. โVampires are a baseless conspiracy. A ludicrous superstition fabricated by the English that only a credulous halfwitโโ
A hand grabs him by the cheeks, cramming the rest of his words back behind his teeth. โOpen your mouth,โ you order.
The suddenness of the command evaporates any and all thoughts from Leviโs head, replacing them with a purely chemical reaction in the form of heat striking through him. Gradually, you push his head back โ and he lets you โ 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 โ by someone who should be his prey in this dynamic โ 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. โMy, my,โ you coo, โit seems that the truth has spoken for itself.โ You remove your fingers from his mouth, but Leviโs head remains in its position against the backrest. โWhatever shall I do with you, now that I have you at my mercy?โ
Your fingers travel down his exposed throat. Like a frightened prey animal, Leviโs 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 didnโt know any better, youโd think it was hitting his ribcage with every beat.
โAre you afraid?โ you ask him quietly, your fingers continuing their path downward.
Levi swallows, lets out a heavy breath but doesnโt answer. You watch him, analyse him. His tightly closed eyes, the sweat coming through his clothesโฆ โThen perhaps youโreโโ His unsteady breaths, his contracting musclesโ โaroused?โ
His Adamโs apple lifts and then drops. You follow the motion with your eyes, then lower, lower and lower, until you find the answer youโre looking for in his oh-so-conveniently open thighs. He immediately attempts to shut them, but your own prevent him from doing so.
โNo need to be ashamed,โ you assure him as you smile that knowing smile and carefully climb on top of his lap. โI can help to relieve you. If you wish.โ You rub your bottom half against his hardened groin as a testament to your words.
Leviโs 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.
โPlease,โ is all he says โ 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. โCareful of your teeth, darling,โ 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 youโre 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 heโs 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, heโs 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 arenโt enticed by the prospect of them breaking through; moving with more purpose and sinking into yourโ
Levi whines against your shoulder. โPlease, let me have a taste. Iโll do anything, please,โ he mumbles. โItโs been so long, Iโ I cannot wait any longer, please, I beg of youโฆโ He pulls away, licking his lips, as if the taste of your skin is enough to last and cherish. โPlease,โ he begs, โlet me drink your blood.โ
You smile, wide, and brush back the hair tickling his eyes. โOnly since you asked so nicely.โ
As soon as the words enter the air, Levi lunges at you. Youโre 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. โThat wasnโt very polite,โ you reprimand. Levi only looks up at you regretfully, which is likely the closest thing youโll get to an apology from him. You sigh. โDonโt worry.โ You let go of him and slide your palm under his chin. โOpenโโ
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.
โWhat a sight,โ you breathe. โI wonder what our fellow nobles would think.โ
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.
โTilt your head back, dearest,โ 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, itโs 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?
Leviโs 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. โAroused again so soon?โ you taunt.
He is so engrossed in sucking that he doesnโt 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. โWould you like me to take care of that for you?โ
As if freshly woken from a daze, or perhaps still in one, those folds youโre so used to seeing between his eyebrows take shape in a show of gentle confusion. โTakeโฆ care of what?โ
You bring a hand down to his lap and lightly tap the bulge thatโs formed there, making him tense and spasm under you. He must still be sensitive, you think with a smile.
โOf this,โ you clarify.
He swallows. โOkay.โ
โOkay?โ You stifle a chuckle. โItโs a yes or no question, Levi, so answer with a โyesโ or a โnoโ.โ
He sighs and evades your eyes as he hisses out a reluctant โYes.โ
โGood boy,โ you praise and begin to make quick work of the buttons on his trousers.
Levi frowns. โDonโt call me that. I am not a dog.โ
You laugh through your nose, amused. โYet you drool and whimper just like one.โ You playfully stare up at him through your lashes. He doesnโt 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 Leviโs 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 โ are spurred on by it, even โ 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, heโs 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 Leviโs 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 donโt 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, youโre 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.
โHow did you find that?โ You tilt your head. โGood?โ
Better than good, so much better โ is what he thinks, but what he settles on saying is โYes, itโ it was good.โ
The smile that stretches across your cheeks is inevitable, and the most sincere one youโve had the entire night. โWellโฆ as much as I would like to keep going,โ you say, chewing on your inner lip corner, and making Levi flush, โI think itโs time we go back.โ
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. โYou should rest for a moment,โ 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. โPerhaps neaten up your appearance, in the meantime?โ 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, โI was planning on doing so anyway.โ
You donโt 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 Leviโs 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 youโre 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 theyโre so good at, speaking when words donโt 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 fangsโฆ
Before you can stop yourself, youโre reaching for his nape and wrapping your plush lips around each other.
โIf youโre well-behaved tonight,โ you rasp against his lips, โIโll treat you to more than just a finger next time.โ
Sense and Sensitivity: PART 2
Request: super sensitive levi
WHEN YOU'RE A DUMBASS AND MANAGE TO DELETE THE ORIGINAL POST AND NOW YOU CANT ED
For @acekou, hope you enjoy and it's not too bad. I have more I want to write about this promt but my brain just isn't cooperating right now. I'll take a break from it with different request and then write part 2. Requests are open :)
Virgin Levi, blog jobs, slight praise kink, this one is pretty vanilla bit it gets spicier in part 2
Levi had decided that today was the day. He was finally going to confess his feelings for you. He knew that he couldn't keep his feelings to himself any longer. That warm, fluttering sensation in his chest from the first time he met you had only grown each day, and that had been two years ago. He still remembers your first encounter perfectly.
Breathing in the fresh air for the very first time, Levi was being led down the corridors of the Survey Corps, his new home. While his friends, Isabelle and Farlan, were excited by there new surroundings, Levi couldn't help but notice the disgusted looks being thrown their way. He scowled, just cause they were from the underground, it didn't mean they were trash. Just as he was tempted to sucker punch the pompous bastard who scoffed as they walked by, you rounded the corner.
You were ethereal; sun glinting off your hair from the window; standing tall and confident and unlike anyone else, you smiled at them. At him. With the kindest smile he had ever seen might he add. "Welcome, you must be the new recruits," the sound of your soft voice wafting through the air entranced him. His eyes never left your form for the entire conversation, not that he was listening to it. His attention brought to the new, indescribable feeling in his chest. As you left to continue on with your day, he realised how stupid he probably looked, just staring at you. After that day, your friendship and his feelings blossomed, and he had plenty of other opportunities to make a fool of himself again.
Levi was snapped out of his thoughts as he reached his destination. Your office. Hand noticably shaking, he raised it to the door, only to hesitate before his knuckles connected. What was he supposed to say? What is you didn't feel the same? What if...
His thoughts were cut off as you swung open the door, almost running him over on your way out. "Oh, Levi! I'm sorry, I didn't know you were there," you laughed, stepping back to look at him. Levi stood surprised, arm still held in the air. Blinking, he lowered his hand while clearing his throat, thinking of what to possible say. But nothing came to him, causing him to panic slightly. And when he panickes around you, he does something stupid.
"I LIKE YOU!" He exclaimed before he could stop himself. This caused both of you to gape. Him, due to mortification at what he just did. You, due to shock. When you woke up this morning, you hadn't expected your crush to admit to liking you.
Levi continued to stare at you, eyes wide. As he waited for your coming rejection, he hadn't expected you to giggle quietly, that beautiful smile appearing. Your fingers brushed his cheek, causing sparks to tingle across his skin. Pulling him closer, his face flushed.
"I feel the same way, always have," you responded as you pecked his cheek, right above your hand sat on his jaw. Levi had been sent to cloud nine. Not only had the wonderful, warm feeling in his chest spread all over his body, but the cheek that you touch, especially were you kissed, was on fire with a sensation he had truly never felt before. You liked him back! You cared about him and didn't push him way! YOU KISSED HIM! Smiling at his reaction, you grabbed his hand. "You wanna come in?" He could only nod, a cute smile forming on his face as he followed you inside.
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You and Levi had been an official couple for about one month now. And Levi could be happier. He spent as much time as he could with you, working in your office together; grabbing lunch and dinner with you and any free time he had, he would seek you out just for your company.
You and Levi had decided to retire for the night, returning to the room the two of you now shared. It had been a tiresome day, filled with annoying cadets, boring meetings and mind numbing paperwork. All you wanted to do you blow off some steam with your favourite cutie.
At the sound of the bedroom lock clicking, you pounced on Levi. Lips locking in a feverish kiss, you gently backed him up until his legs hit the frame and he fell back. Eyes wide and panting hard, his face turned scarlet as you straddled his hips, towering over him. The friction of your clothed thighs rubbing against his sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through him, causing him to audible moan. You stopped for a second, admiring his flushed face before placing your hands on either side of his head and moving down to reconnect your lips. However, you were interrupted by Levi's cry, "w-wait!" You immediately stop, pulling back to ensure he was all right. "What's wrong? Are you ok?"
"I'm alright, it's just," his voice was breathless, hesitating, "I-I've never done anything like this before." Biting his lip, he looked down. You smiled, moving your hand up to run along his jaw, "That's fine darling, we can take this at whatever pace you want. Or I can sto..." He cut you off. God he didn't want you to stop, just the feeling of your hand on his jaw set his senses on fire."No! Don't stop. Just... slow down, please?" his voice faltered off at his request, unsure I himself. "Absolutely, whatever you're comfortable with." You grinned
With that, the pace slowed down. As he looked up from were he layed, you lowered your lips to capture his in a gentle kiss. You took the time to savour the softness, how his breath hitched as you sucked on his bottom lip. You began to move kisses down to his jaw line and throat, ghosting you finger tips under his shirt. Levi began to shiver at the contact, eyes clouding over. He couldn't explain why, but even the slightest touch from you lit ever nerve in his body on fire.
Your fingers came up and undid his bottom button. You slowly move up his shirt, making sure your hands brushed along his tone body as you did so. This cause Levi to start squirming under you in an attempt to feel more of your skin against his. It just felt so wonderful.
You noticed his impatience and smirked. After discarding his shirt, you moved lower to his pants. He was already hard. "I'm gonna take these off now baby," you snapped the waist band of his pants, causing him to hiss. "That alright?" you confirmed. He opened his mouth to respond but the only sound he could make were soft gaps and moans. Swallowing, he nodded his head, gazing up a you his wide eyes. Sweat glistened on his chest and caused his bangs to stick to his forehead slightt. Carefully brushing them back, your eyes wandered his body to gauge how he was feeling. You were a little taken aback just how fast he was turned on, and by the slightest touches no less. You, however brushed these thoughts off, it was his first time after all.
You slid his pants and underwear down his legs, his hard cock springing up to hit his stomach. He shuddered at the cool night air surrounding him. You admired how beautiful he was, legs spread; face flushed; eyes pleading for more. Lowering you head, you grab the base of his cock, makin him jolt him pleasure. As you licked a wet strip along the base, he whined, thighs now shaking.
"Look at you, getting so excited over nothing," you laughed. He pouted. Bringing his arm to cover his eyes, you heard him mumble, "im sorry." "Nonono baby! It's cute! So excited, you can barley contain yourself," you smiled before taking on a move seductive tone, "all for me. Now, will you be a good boy and let me take care of you?" He whimpered before nodding, arm still covering his eyes.
After delivering a few kitten licks to the tip, you wrapped your mouth around the head and sucked, beginning to take more of him in. His cries were almost instantaneous. You had only managed half his cock before his thighs shook uncontrollably, his free hand pulling at the sheets. So sensitive you thought before sucking again.
He wasn't going to last much longer and both of you knew it. He was concentrating so hard on not coming, knowing that he should last longer than the beginning of a blow job, but you had other ideas. Unexpectedly, you deep throated the rest of him while simultaneously gripping his thighs as hard as he could.
As much as he tried, he could stop himself from cumming down your throat, not that you minded. His screames reverberating through the room and his body tensed at his orgaism. You milked him for everything he had, licking and rubbing his now limp cock until he began to whimper in overstimulation.
You left a trail of kisses across his thighs, torso and pecs before reaching his face, leaving one last peck on his cheek. His arm was still over his face, but now instead of him being aroused, the poor thing was embarrassed. He may not have had a lot of experience, but he knew he should've lasted longer, and now he was worried you'd be mad.
Taking his hand in yours, you gently pull his arm back to look into his eyes. "You did so well for your first time. I'm so proud of you baby boy. Did you enjoy it?" Your voice was soft, soothing and Levi could help but tear up. What did you do to deserve you? His words caught in his throat when he answered, "y-yes. We should do it again." You laughed.
"Oh we will, but some other day. You're exhausted." As he went to protest, he yawned, proving your point. Instead of fighting it, he decided to give in to his tiredness, readjusting his position get more comfy. He reached his arm out for you and made grabby hands, signalling that he wanted to cuddle. You gladly obliged, scooping him in your arms and laying down, his head in your chest.
As you drew circles on his back, he was lulled to sleep, you following soon after. Your last thought being we definitely need to do this again.
End.
I'm sorry this was shit. They will be a part 2, thats hopefully more sexy.
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Three days after your last encounter with Levi and you were craving more. His flushed body and shuddering thighs swirled in your mind constantly, causing your desire for him to only grow every time you laid eyes on him. You decided it was time to make a move.
On your way to Levi's office, you made a quick detour to Hanji's lab. She had been examining some old equipment she had found to determine if anything could salvaged. Not much still worked but, there was one little device that caught you attention. It was small and slender, easily fitting in the palm of you hand. It was comprised of various cogs and moving parts that had a protective cover on the outside and at the end it had a small key. If you wound up the key, the little machine would vibrate, it's duration and intensity depending on how much it was wound. This is me trying to find a way to incorporate vibrators into the aot universe. Hanji had absolutely no idea what it's function was in the equipment, so was just going to scrape it. However, you asked if you could have it just in time. She aimed a questioning look your way before shrugging and handing it over. You thanked her before heading off to you destination.
You slipped into Levi's office, subtly locking the door behind you. Levi raised his head, eyes softening when he laid eye on you. Smiling, you strutted over to the empty chair in front of his desk. However, instead of taking a seat, like usual, you picked up the chair, carrying it around the desk to sit right beside Levi. He looked up at you again, curiously this time. You smiled innocently, sucessfully hiding all of your mischievous intentions. He shrugged it off, deciding to just saviour your closeness instead of questioning it.
You positioned yourself in such a way that your head was resting on his shoulder. His shoulders stiffened for a moment, before relaxing again and proceeding with his work. The two of you sat in comfortable silence for around half and hour, a cosy atmosphere surrounding you both, before you made your first move. Slowly, as to not to attract his attention, you guided your hand to his him. He jolted at the unexpected contact, his head spinning to look at you. "Don't mind me, just keep working," your smile was a touch more devious this time. While you left hand began to rub tiny circles on his hip, your right hand carefully rasied up until it brushed against the side of his exposed neck. Levi shivered.
While he had doubts about your intentions, he did as you asked and shifted his attention back to the work in front of him. A few minutes past with one hand drawing patterns on is side and the other continuously brush against his neck. His breathing got heavier and his body became more rigid at your actions.
You had discovered that Levi was very sensitive, even the slightest touch could get him exicited. But, he had three placed that were ridiculously sensitive: his neck, his hips and most sensitive of all, his thighs. And you were planning on using this information to your advantage this evening.
As Levi stubbornly tried to focus on his work, your left hand slowly creeped down to rest on his thigh. He gulped. The palm of your hand sat firm against his pant leg while your finger tips began skimming over his inner. Moving your lips to join your right hand, you littered gentle kisses along his neck, with the occasional nip. He breath was laboured, you could see that he was trying, key word being trying, to concentrate on his work. But even though you were making it hard for him, he didn't ask you to stop. It felt too good, his nerves tingling at your touch.
You decided to turn it up a notch. He whimpered as you pulled you hand off his thigh and neck, reaching for the little device sitting in your lap. "What's that?" He asked, voicec breathy and heavy. "You smirked, "you'll see." Gripping the key, to twisted until it was wound half way. You placed the tip of th device onto his clothed crotch, still holding the key in place. As he opened his mouth to question you again, he was cut off by you getting go of the key. As Levi felt the vibrations against clothed cock, he moaned, throwing his head back. He had never felt anything close to this sensation before, it caused his cock harden. He had dropped his pen, his body freezing in pleasure. You sucked along his neck and up to his ear before whispering, "keep working baby," licking the shell of his ear for good measure. He whined bit scrambled to grab the pen and continue working. There was no way he was going to do something that would make you stop.
The teasing lasted five minutes before you could feel him twitching. The combination of your mouth and right hand on his neck, and the device vibrating on his dick, it was all becoming too much. You had found his sweet spot, right in the crook of his neck, and left multiple hickeys. Each of which prominent on is pale skin. You would all rotate the vibrator, running it up and down his length; brushing it against his thighs and even pressing down with it onto his cock.
You looked up at his face, wanting to grade his reaction. He was biting his bottom lip so hard you were afraid he might draw blood; he was completely flush and you could see in his eyes how hard he was focusing on the not cumming. His whole body was lightly shaking, causing his hand writing to become sloppy on the page, not the he seemed to mind. You could hear the faintest moans and whimpers caught in his throat that he was desperately attempting to swallow. You decided to put him out of his misery.
"You did so well. Do you wanna cum now baby?" your voice low in his ear, causing his shivering to only increase. He nodded sheepishly. You couldn't help but smile at how cute he is, "go ahead. Cum, now." Your tone left no room for arguement.
You pressed you hand firmly against his cock, device in hand, and began to palm in. The friction was too much, causing him to come in his pants. White hot pleasure coursed through his body as ropes of his cum began to soak through his pants. You only stopped your movements once he had completely slumped in his chair, his high having subsided.
Smirking, you stood up and grabbed his hand. "Ready for round two?" you asked, hoisting him up before he could answer and ushering him into the joint bedroom. You laid him down on the bed and began to strip yourself. Levi sat up slightly, watching as you teased him more, removing your clothes at a painfully slow pace. The feeling of his cock twitching and the icky feeling from his previous orgaism made him squirm. Desperate get out of these pants, but reluctant without your approval. Once the last article of your clothing hit the floor, you moved over to him, reaching fly. He sighed as you pulled down his pants and underwear at the same time, exposing his rapidly hardening cock to you.
Your hand grazed the tip of his cock, making him cry out. His sensitivity went through the roof post orgaism. You hand lazily wrapped around him and began pumping overstimulated cock as you leaned over to open a draw on your nightstand and fish out what you needed. Levi threw his head back, gasping loudly, breathing becoming unsteady. The only sounds to escape passed his lips were choked up moans as his eyes began to water. Once you had retrieved what you were looking for, you realised his cock and spread his legs wide.
"You ready?" your confirmed, looking into his teary eyes. "God, yes. Please," he begged. And with that, you open a bottle of lube, spreading it over your fingers before placing them at his entrance. His jaw clenched at the first finger, losing his breath as you push in knuckle deep. You didn't move, giving him time to adjust waiting for his confirmation. Once he gave it, you began to slowly pull out of him and push back in again, repeating the process. While it was initially slow and careful, the more comfortable he became, the more you'd speed up.
When he began moaning, you added a second finger, slowly slightly and placing your other hand back on his thigh to make the process more comfortable. The warmth and weight of your hand stimulating his thigh was enough to distract him for any pain at the new intrusion. His moaning became more frequent as your fingers worked him open, along with the rubbing in hid thigh.
Once he was properly prepped, you removed your hands, not wanting him to cum just yet. He whined again, "Oh please! Keep going! I'm close! Please!" As must as you liked to the him, you knew it was time.
You grabbed the strap on, attaching to yourself and applying lube to the thick dildo. He shivered as you grabbed his thighs, spreading them as wide as they could go. You gazed into his wide eyes as you gently thrust into him. His eyes snapped shut, his head pushing back into the mattress. After he had caught his breath, his head jerked Ina nodding fashion, signalling for you to keep going. This time, as you pulled out and thrust back in again, his screams were much louder, due to the increased girth. His reaction spurred you on, speed up until you found and nice pace for the both of you. Levi was incoherent as this point, drooling slightly as is eyes rolled back. Your body feeling a warm sensation build in your gut as the strap rubbed your clit in a wonderful way.
Aiming slightly to the right, you found what can safely be assumed as Levi's prostate. His whole body tensed and his screams turned silent as choked on his own breath. He wasn't going to last any lower, that growing coil in his belly a the verge off snapping. Luckily, you were in the same boat, your arousing stemming from Levi's reactions the entire night. One last thrust, hitting his prostate dead one is what pushed him over the edge, crying so loud that people in the corridors actually heard. You followed soon after, you release turning sparks of pleasure into a wildfire of ecstasy across you body. The tow of you rode out your orgaisms together before feeling exhausted hit like a fright train.
Slowly pulling out, being careful of how sensitive he would be, you unclipped the strap on from your body and took it to the bathroom. You reemerged with a wet cloth that you delicately ised to clean up levi before doing the same to yourself. You were cooing at Levi the entire time, "You did so well. I'm so so proud of you. You have no idea how amazing your really are." And so on until his eyes fluttered shut, tiredness taking over.
You quickly threw the cloth in the laundry basket before joining Levi on the bed. He immediately cuddled up to you, similar to your first night of passion together. You smiled at the memory, looking forward to the many more to come.
END
Sense and Sensitivity done! Unless someone had a prompt for a part 3. Let's hope this gets tagged correctly.
Content: Bad examples of a sleeping schedule, no use of y/n, light teasing, unresolved tension, interrupted, nothing explicit, more tension, what is probably an unrealistic representation of anything coffee shop related, not beta read.
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It was still the middle of your shift, but you were dead tired. Turns out, deep cleaning your house, spontaneously hanging out friends, and staying up till 1am scrolling through whatever could entertain you was a bad idea. You knew you should have skipped the cleaning.
In your daze you hadn't even realized that you overfilled the drink you were making. It was now overflowing and staining your apron. Just barely missing the tips of your fingers as you dropped the cup into the drain and hurried to shut off the machine. Great.
"Are you going to struggle with the rest of our customers or can you pull it together? "
You rolled your eyes, shutting off the machine "Insightful as always Levi. It's my own drink anyway." You gestured to the empty shop "No one else to serve out there, basically a wasteland. I wouldn't dare encroach on your coffee making kingdom otherwise." You said with a dramatic flare to your voice, flicking your hand in his general direction.
He glared
"Oh come on Levi! It's one cup. I just need a little pick me up.ย "
It was true, the amount of customers tended to hit a snag around this time of day. Perfect for an unofficial and unapproved break.
"Funny, I'm sure I've heard those exact words from a drug addict. There is a reason I don't let you back here. " He was now standing beside you with a towel, reaching into your space to clean the spilt coffee that hadn't made it into the drain.
"So dramatic" you groaned.
You watched as his arms moved to clean up the liquid, muscles moving in tandem with each other. His hair, which typically fell just over his ears, was now brushing across the front of his face. Such small details that should mean nothing yet never failed to send butterflies erupting in your stomach. You could hear him muttering under his breath, something about "-always having to clean up after you" and "Take better fucking care of yourself, could've been burned. "
Maybe it was your sleep-addled brain that caused you to reach out, or maybe it was shear stupidity, but either way, you found your hand drifting toward the distracted Levi.
Catching the movement in the corner of his eye, he stopped whipping up the mess and turned to you, curiously. Making eye contact, only breaking for quick glances at your slowly approaching hand. You felt drawn to Levi, as if you were attached to strings, forever pulling you toward him. Was it just you or are you closer than you were a few seconds ago?
His throat bobbed as you moved closer, he could feel your gaze burning into his skin. It's not that you'd never stared at him before. In fact he's caught you staring multiple times! It usually ended with some lighthearted banter and teasing, then back to work.
He could usually shake off the flush that your gaze brought on, but this time, he felt his body grow hot all over, struggling to force down the heat that was now beginning to take over his ears.
Your hand moved past his cheek and behind his ear, bringing a lock of hair with it and coming to a rest at his jaw. You let out a soft and slightly delirious chuckle, "You know Levi, you're really pretty" you whispered, as if a rise in volume would shatter the atmosphere between the two of you.
He was no longer struggling to keep down his blush, because it was now in full force. Completely caught off guard by your compliment, all he could respond with was some weird, strained sound that came from the back of his throat, although he tried his best to cut that off as soon as it started. Just as he was about to break away, he noticed the droopiness of your eyes and how unfocused they looked, and sighed.
He relaxed his posture slightly, now leaning against the counter behind him. "You need to stop staying up so late. It's making you delusional" he rolled his eyes finally breaking eye contact.
"Well actually, " you responded with a casual air to your voice. "scienceโthe internetโsays that geniuses tend to say up later than the average person"
"Actual science says sleep deprivation causes hallucinations" He crossed his arms, as if to put a barrier between the two of you.
"Those are some big words Levi, and I'm not exactly in the right state of mind to even pretend I heard them right"
"Go.To.Sleep." He groaned.
"Ya'know-" You placed your hands on either side of him, putting you weight on the counter "that's real funny coming from you Mr. Eye bags." You leaned closer.
Fuck. He should have broke away when he had the chance.
"I think I remember saying something similar a few weeks ago. Along the lines of 'One of these days you'll drop dead in the back room and I'll have to deal with the customers all on my own.' Does that sound about right?"
He cleared his throat, steadying his voice "Which was fucking stupid because I barely even interact with customers as is. Would barely change a thing." He said, tone still low, the tension still palpable between the two of you.
"Aw! But who would make sure I don't give myself third-degree burns?" You were closer now. Levi was having a hard time focusing, what with your face so close to his. He was trying, and failing, to ignore how well you bodies fit together, or how close your body was to his at all.
Meanwhile, you were also having quite a hard time focusing. You could feel his breath with how close you were. Watched as his eyes unconsciously flitted between your gaze and your lips. Your eyes scanned over his normally pale skin. Over his cheeks, which were currently a beautiful shade of red, over his dark eyelashes that seemed to flutter when he blinked.
You moved your hand to his chin and leaned in closer. Noses now brushing against eachother, prompting him to uncross his arms and place a hand on your shoulder, the other on the back of your neck. You responded in kind, moving your free hand to his waist, both you and Levi closing your eyes in anticipation of what would come next.
Ding
You were both interrupted by the bell from the front door of the cafe. Sighing, you began to move toward the front counter but were pulled back by a hand on your arm.
"They can wait 10 seconds" Clearly irritated by the interruption, he attempted to direct you back toward his lips. You stopped him, placing your right hand over his mouth.
Leaning closer, you moved passed his cheek, your breath tickling his ear. His grip or your arm tightened slightly, breathing heavily.
"If I were to kiss you right now I wouldn't be stopping anytime soon" You pressed your lips just under his ear, causing Levi to breathe in sharply. You pressed your forehead against his and smiled before withdrawing from his arms to tend to the awaiting customer. Leaving a flustered Levi in the back.
- he canโt clean up yet. all he has strength for is wrapping his arms around you because he simply has nothing left to give.
- his hard breathing is still wet and a little hiccupy from the tears he cried as he falls asleep.
- his skin is literally slippery with sweat. his bangs cling to his forehead, and your skin even pastes you together, but he still stinks more like sex.
- he grumbles that his throat hurts as if he didnโt enjoy the reason he was crying out so loudly. he complains that itโs your fault, and it totally is ;)
- he of all people is soreee๐ฉ. in his thighs and abs. his calf may have cramped but he didnโt notice.
Leviโs hips jerk, one arm grabbing desperately around your back with a sloppy moan breathed against your lips. His legs closed on your sides, he kicks out at random.
โRight there?โ
His eyes shut tight in intense concentration, jaw wobbling. A wordless but telling moan is his reply.
You lean and settle, letting more of your weight rest on top of him, putting you pressed from your naked chests to heaving navels. He's gotten needy and twitchy, so it's only natural that in an instant, your bodies are adhered by sweat, and his precum smeared on your belly.
You feel with acute awareness the moment you properly rub across that spot in his heat, three fingers in hard, taking motionsโhis cock throbs thickly.
โFuck!โ he cries, shoving his face in your neck as his chest is wracked by a groan.
Thereโs a degree of fascination to it, when you rub him just the right away. Your Levi, of all people, arching like a helpless bitch in heat and utterly attaching himself to you, whining incessantly. Like youโre filling him with pleasure he canโt contain.
โFuckโฆโ
The way his lidded eyes barely open glazed and unfocused, brow drawn tight. You lean down, and lick the drool sliding down the side of his mouth. On the third maybe fourth stroke, his nails bite your back and his heels dig into the bed.
โI canโtโโhe cuts himself off with a gritted cryโโY'have to fucking stop, I canโt I canโtโโ
โOh,โ you moan. He isnโt even touching you.
You bear down harder, and curl your fingers as his walls start spasming, every inch of him drawing still and tight.
โYeah baby, fucking come for me.โ
He throws his head back, and arches against you with a soundless cry. Right as he starts to shudder, a certain helplessness falls over his face before melting into pure euphoria. A moan that sounds punched from his chest joins the sound of squelching below as his cock eagerly jerks, spilling all over his belly.
Just imagine Levi under the tree with all the other presents with a pretty bow wrapped around his cock๐คค-๐ฐ
a/n: shdghdjsjs heโs so dreamy pls
The nervous crack in his voice as he calls for you from the other room already has your attention piqued. You descend the step stool youโd been using to hang up last minute decorations and head for the living room. Youโre met with quite the surprise waiting for you. The colorful tree lights cast the entire room in a rainbowy glow, dancing across Leviโs milky flesh in a way that has your mouth watering.
Heโs completely bareโsave for the adorable bow of red ribbon tied neatly around his meaty cock, hard and twitching against his belly between his spread thighs. He fits right in with the wrapped presents underneath the tree, cus god was he a gift you wanted to unwrap.
The garland you were about to hang from the archway falls from your hands in your awestruck state, and your ravenous gaze makes him squirm.
โOh Levi, look at you~ All wrapped up just for me?โ you purred, eyes half-lidded as you approach the dark haired beauty.
โI thought you might like to open this gift early.โ his face is delightfully pink, teeth chewing at his lip as he anticipates your next move. Levi had been at a loss of what to get you for the holidays, especially when you were so fond of giving him evasive answers. Since you so often claimed that he was all you really wanted, it didnโt seem like that bad an idea to offer his body to you. And by the hungry look in your eyes, his gift has left the desired impression.
The spiked eggnog has watered down his nerves enough to not be ashamed by the desperate whine he makes as you kneel before him, tracing a fingertip over his sensitive cockhead.
โSuch a thoughtful gift, โvi. Iโll be sure to enjoy it thoroughly.โ your lips replaced your fingers all too quickly for his muddled brain to keep up, hips humping into the wet feeling of your tongue licking at his slit and tugging the bow loose.
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summary: on the boat to odiha, you and levi finally get a moment of privacy after being apart for so long as you deal with all the emotions of almost losing him in the explosion | 1.4k words
notes: this has been sitting in my wip's since the lastest ep aired and i finally finished it, so here's a lil smthn.
cw: general canon-typical angst, mild descriptions of levi's wounds
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The ship sways as you walk toward Leviโs room, and so your palm grazes the handrail to guide you, to keep you steady, the world tilting beneath your feet.
Itโs a feeling that has not left you since the Walls crumbled before your eyes and Erenโs skeletal frame rose, overwhelming, into the sky; the weight of his rage shaking the earth, the thunderous footsteps echoing the hammer of your heart. It lurched within you when Hange tapped on your window and told you Levi had been severely injured; that when they found him, he was on the precipice of death, and you had to hide the wave of nausea that surged in your stomach. Then again last night, when you finally arrived at the forest and saw Levi, his body broken and his spirit marred, and the feeling rolled through your chest, settling like a rock in your throat. Your eyes were locked on his frame as you dropped from your horse. Your feet hit the ground and you waited for the wave of relief to wash through you (heโs alive, heโs alive, heโs alive); instead, your world tipped on its axis, and the motion seeped into your head while static pressure built behind your eyes. Then once more, when you disappeared into the trees under the pretense of finding firewood, where the feeling choked you until you spit it all up, letting it spill out of you in salty tears, an anguished ocean pouring out from within.
Your grip tightens around the handrail. In the doorway, you find Levi sitting on the edge of the bed, his left thumb gently pressing at the knuckles of his two missing fingers.
โAre you just going to watch me like a creep?โ His voice is rough and raw with a lilt of defeat, and you force yourself to hide the way it chisels at your heart.
You two have barely had time to speak since you reunited the previous night. It had been a month since youโd last seen each other, no contact; not even you were allowed to know Leviโs exact whereabouts with Zeke. But now, the distance between Paradis and Odiha has granted you a few moments of peace while the rest of humanity is crushed beneath the feet of hate. The distance between peace and destruction, then, is the space between one harbor and another.
โYou should be resting,โ you say, feeling the weight of air on your tongue.
โEveryone keeps saying that.โ
โItโs true.โ
โSounds like a shitty excuse to get rid of me.โ
Levi still hasnโt looked at you; instead, his gaze remains on his hands, folded in his lap. You go to him, lowering yourself to the floor at his feet.
His steel-blue eyes meet yours. Many whoโve encountered him would describe Levi as a stoic, expressionless man. But if they paid any attention, they would know that his eyes are the epicenter of his emotion, and they betray him every time. And so, his eyes meet yours in the first private moment youโve had in weeks, and they look tired. You feel the ship rock under your knees.
He looks at you and, tenderly brings his right hand forward to trace his two remaining fingers across the line of your collarbones. He touches you, but he seems far away and near all at once. You want to pull him into you. His fingers find the curve of your neck, and you let him, you let him find you, his fingertips roaming over your skin. The ship rocks within the breadth of this intimacy, and his hand is on your shoulder, squeezing. He closes his eyes and lets you keep him steady.
You look at him and, softly, bring your hand to his bandaged one, the same hand that has been re-learning the shape of its lover. You stroke your thumb down the lines of his palm his eyes flicker open.
โIt must still hurt,โ you say, voice just above a whisper.
You notice Leviโs jaw tighten. He doesnโt want to say it, doesnโt want you to worry even though he knows you already are. His Adamโs apple bobs in his throat as he swallows the pain. It goes somewhere deep in his belly, you think; he stores it all right in the center of himself so that way he never goes hungry.
โWill you let me change your bandages?โ you ask, noticing the sticky blood soaking through the wounds by his knuckles.
He nods, knowing better than to give you a hard time about it. He doesnโt want to give you a reason to walk away, he just needs you to stay. So, he lets you help him.
You stand and gently coax him to lean back against the wall at the head of the bed. Grabbing some supplies, you settle with a knee on either side of his waist, careful not to put your weight on him.
The cabin moves in tandem with your breath. Leviโs gaze stays on you while you work, his eyes tracing over the curve of your nose and the shape of your lips. He drinks in the color of your eyes, parched after going so long without it, and the attention you hold in them as you diligently work.
You hesitate over the bandages covering his eye. Itโs then that Leviโs fingers find their way to your outer thigh, and you feel them grazing loosely over the fabric. He touches you like this, in this familiarity, like heโs telling you itโs okay. You almost laugh at the irony of it, Levi comforting you.
He really does look so tired.
You unwrap the bandages like youโre peeling back the layers to open him up at the core, and itโs there where the damage is done. The sutured wound runs the length of his face into his lips, still raw, the stitches clearly rushed. And although his eye is still intact, his vision clearly is not.
Itโs startling to see him so weak, so broken, after all those years of knowing him as the opposite. He looks so human. And you felt it again, the panic rising into your throat from the reminder that you had almost lost him, that you might still, the fragility of his life heavier than it had ever been before.
In a way, this is grief. What were you grieving? Heโs here, living, breathing in front of you, and yet you cannot help but feel the profound loss of his former self, dead and left somewhere on that island.
The feeling hollows you out.
You loved him and you love him still, youโll love him even when your heart stops beating.
You bring your fingers to his wrist. Youโll love him even when thereโs no longer a pulse.
He says your name and youโre pulled from your daze. You know he can see the tears welling up in your eyes, despite your efforts hide it.
โAm I that ugly?โ
You shake your head no, as he brings his thumb to catch a fallen tear on your cheek. He frowns.
โDo I look scary?โ
Levi feels the boat shift over the waves. What if the all the ugliness he feels inside has been blown outwards, reflected in the open wound of his face, seared into his skin? What if all this time, you simply had not seen it, and now, it was impossible to ignore? It was only a matter of time, he thinks, until you saw him for what he truly is.
ย โNever scary,โ you shake your head again, โYouโve never scared me. You didnโt then and you donโt now.โ
All at once, Levi feels guilty for ever doubting you. How lucky he is, to have you, to be seen by you and loved by you. But, oh. How terrified he is of losing you. He canโt imagine how you must be feeling, after almost losing him. He hates himself for putting you through it.
You take a few breaths to ease the slight tremor in your hands and manage clean and rebandage the rest of his wounds. When youโve finished, you gently lean into him, wrapping your arms over his shoulders and burrowing your face in his neck. You feel his arms bringing you closer still. For now, at least, youโre both here, here, here.
The two of you stay like that, and while white noise envelops you in this moment of reprieve, the boat sails smoothly. The floor is steady. And for a while, the world is still.
ยฉ2023 thephantomtheory | do not repost my work anywhere, and do not plagiarize
bestie have you considered levi with a mommy kink tho? seeing him under you, whimpering and gripping the fat of your thighs as you bounce up and down on him, and him whining out "mommy"??? the idea makes me feral tbh.
jfc I am CONSIDERING VERY MUCH
tw: mommy kink, impact play (slapping), Levi makes me spiritual af so thereโs some universe creation lines in this, subby Levi <3, minors DNI
because the way Levi scrunches his eyebrows together, the way his jaw strains to hold back the weight of his begs and pleas is almost adorable. his hips are so desperately bucking upwards, thighs shaking. he feels like he might explode, his entire body is vibrating.
and Levi looks so pretty when heโs desperate.
his tongue betray him as a string of whines leave his lips, โplease, let me cum.โ
โplease, what?โ your palm follows a sweaty path from his chest to his neck, your fingers circle around his throat with no pressure.
your bouncing doesnโt let up, and Levi believes God is a woman.
โplease, mommy,โ he shivers, eyes rolling into the back of his skull. his back arches, and damp strands find solace along his temples.
โwhat a good boy,โ you lean forward, your hips never ceasing their pattern. you press a chaste kiss to his cheek, and your cunt only swallows his tip in your shallow angle.
Levi doesnโt think before he grips your thighs, and yanks you back to impale you on his length entirely. a gurgle of a moan ripples his throat, and his eyes fling open to gaze down at your union. itโs divine, fuck the mess youโve both created.
you are beautiful, the love youโre sharing in this moment is beautiful.
your right hand creates a thunderous crack against his cheek, and Levi practically screams, โgood boys donโt get to demand things. youโll cum when I say you can cum, understood?โ
he nods, blinking back tears as the sting creates a tidal wave of arousal, shooting straight down to his aching cock, โyes, mommy.โ
โI wonโt tell you again,โ your teeth clench, and your hips stutter. you ride him, and Levi is in complete awe. he gazes down at your tummy, watching the skin bounce in your ministrations.
you are a God, goddess, creator โ you are the universe. the dips of your body galaxies, the hair on your flesh stars. his steel eyes rake in the sight greedily, and his balls tighten. you are so fucking beautiful, and he will spend the rest of his days devoting his worship to you.
โoh fuck, baby,โ you throw your head back, and your fingers tighten on his throat. โIโm gonna cum, cum for me. cum for mommy.โ
Levi releases, perfectly timed with your own. you thrash against each other, and Levi is lost in the space that is you. itโs euphoric, and his hands grab onto your hips. you allow him in your daze, heโs been such a good boy after all.
the height of pleasure dwindles, and you pant heavily above him. Levi is whimpering, his shaking never ceasing.
your throw yourself down, hands leaving his skin to in twine your fingers with his at your waist. your lips capture his in a sloppy, passionate embrace. you rest your forehead to his, and smile.
โyouโre such a good boy, Levi. mommyโs favorite, special boy.โ
LACHERI ยฉ 2021: all writing content belongs to LACHERI. I do not allow reposts or translations.
it was around 6:00 pm when the sun started to beat down. the wind blew gently and the sky was painted in an array of red, orange, and yellow; forming a beautiful ombre of colors. in the backyard, behind a small, wooden cottage, a large apple tree sits in the corner, a few stray apples sitting not too far away from it. along the edges of the house was a square patch of dirt adorned with fluffy green vegetables protruding from the neatly placed carrots. in another row there sat bundles of cabbage, celery, and tomatoes. a beautiful array of vegetables and herbs were spread out among the edges of the backyard, hiding within the lush vegetation.
not far away sat Levi, sitting on his knees trimming a rose bush. he lets out a soft sigh, the rustling of the thick vegetation and the birds chirping serving as background noise. Levi tried his hardest to focus on the rosebush, attempting to trim some of those extra pesky leaves that were overgrowing. taking one of the roses in his hands, he carefully snipped away at some of the extra branches that grew out of the stem, eyes narrowed in full concentration. examining the bush one last time, Levi let out a heavy sigh of relief before leaning back against the balls of his feet. finally, he was done.
"tch, damn garden takes up so much time.", he grumbled, making his way to stand up. however, Levi wasn't expecting the abrupt sharp prick of the thorn to tear into his finger. letting out a soft yelp, he yanked his hand to his chest, mumbling a curse under his breath as he shook his hand to let the pain simmer down before walking back towards the backdoor and into the kitchen it led to.
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the sound of running water flowed through the house as Levi washed his hands. the cut was minor, but it just wouldn't stop bleeding for some reason. with his hands lathered in soap, Levi scrubbed his hands thoroughly to rid hands of any germs that could infect his cut.
"tch, damnit. knew I should've worn gloves. wasn't expecting this damn cut to be so- gasp shit...!"
Levi's eyes widened as he felt the pressure of his wedding ring loosen up from off his ring finger and clunk into the sink below him. thrusting his hand into the sink in a desperate attempt to stop the ring from falling into the drain, he was deemed unsuccessful as the ring made a small shing sound before plopping down the infinite hole of the drain.
"no no no no no, dammit...!" he muttered, panicked; shuffling his fingers around the drain in an attempt to find the ring somehow. however, Levi felt his chest tighten as his attempts grew futile. he lost his wedding ring. usually, Levi wouldn't let anything as minor as this get to him, but for some reason, he couldn't stop his breath from getting shaky as he paced back and forth in the kitchen, running his fingers through his hair with one hand while the other layed on his hip, shaking.
"my goddamn ring" he muttered sadly, "what will y/n think?". Levi but his lip, looking up.
no. absolutely not. he wasn't going to cry over a silly ring. it was just a silly mistake that he dropped it, it can always be replaced.
except that it couldn't. it wasn't just some silly old piece of metal. that ring was special to him. you had dumped every last dollar you had to buy him that ring. it symbolized your love for each other. his love for you. when he thought he had nothing else going for him after retiring, thinking that he could never find happiness, hope or love; you whooshed all of those thoughts away with that ring ; assuring him that he deserved to be happy. to be taken care of. he had been so happy, cherishing that ring with his life.
and now it's gone.
"shit..." an involuntary whimper left his throat, and soon those little shaky breaths became sniffles. Levi leaned his back against the counter, putting his head down into his hands as he cried silently. so caught up in his thoughts and emotions, Levi failed to notice the creaking of the door and the muffled thumps of your socks against the wooden floor. you found it strange that Levi didn't call out to you like he always does when he hears the door. the smell of food wafted through the area, yet there seemed to be no noise coming from the kitchen. putting your boots down, you walked your way over to the kitchen, ready to greet your husband only to be met with a shocking sight. your husband. your love, was crying. shaking even. what the hell happened?
Levi let out a small gasp and perked up at the sound of your voice, completely forgetting you were expected to come home soon. you hadn't meant to say that out loud, but you were glad you did, because the moment Levi saw you, he rushes over, gripping your forearms in both his hands l, looking up at you with glassy eyes.
"y/n.." he mumbled. "Levi, baby. what happened? why are you crying?". Levi suddenly felt worried. would you be mad at him if he told you he lost his ring? would you be disappointed? either way, Levi let out a small sniffle before whispering,
"i- i dropped my ring down the drain" there was a small hint of a whimper behind his words. at this, you stared at him attentively, worry behind your eyes as you held his hands, not feeling the band around his finger.
"I cut myself while trimming the rosebush, and while I was washing the blood away, i-it slipped off my finger. I tried to catch it, but it just... fell in. and now it's gone, y/n, my ring is gone." there was a frustration and sadness in his tone as he spoke. that's why he was crying? his ring? you gently pulled him into an embrace, rubbing his back, mumbling. "I'm so sorry, honey... it's alright". he quickly cut you off, however. "it's not alright," he said frustrated. "you paid a lot for me to have that ring... and it means so much to me." he mumbled all of this into your chest, and all you did was nod, rubbing his back and whispering sweet nothing's into his ear.
"I know, my love. but the cost doesn't matter to me. as long as you're safe, happy and healthy; how much money I spend on you means nothing. I'd let you burn every penny we have if it means you'll be happy, 'vi"
levi peeks up at you, mumbling softly "so you're not mad?" "never, love" you responded, gently wiping his tears away. levi presses his face further into your chest, and letting out a soft sigh of relief. you gently smiles and whispered, "c'mon. let's eat and go to bed, yeah?". Levi nodded softly, slowly pulling away so he could fix your plates. you gripped his bicep gently before shaking your head.
"no, baby. I'll do it. you relax, okay?". Levi's expression morphs into a questioning one, "but you've been working all day. you're tired. let me-"
"nuh uh, 'vi. I've got it, seriously" you already started to plate the food.
"tch, fine. but don't forget to wash your hands, brat. you just came from outside remember?"
"ah, yeah. Sorry, love. "
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it was now 8:12, and you and Levi decided to head in early. he had calmed down a tiny bit after the ring incident, but you could tell that he wasn't completely himself. he seemed genuinely upset, and that made you upset.
you both were clothed in cotton pajamas. you moved around the room, shutting the windows and curtains before shutting off the lamp and lying down in bed, stretching a bit. after letting out a large yawn, you looked over at your husband, taking in his beauty. the moon shone through the thin curtain. flashing him a small smile, you draped your arms over his hip before gently tugging him into you. Getting the message, Levi let out a small grumble before scooting in close to you, mumbling something intangible.
"what was that, hon?" You whispered. " m'still upset, y'know... want my ring." you hummed, "I know, darling. it'll be okay, though." he hummed in response, closing his eyes. pursing your lips in thought, you gently grabbed his left hand, pressing soft kisses from the inside of his palm to the back of his hand and on his ring finger, replacing the loss of his cold ring with warm kisses instead. Levi's eyes opened to look at you, his face frowning hot as he did. "what do you think you're doing?" he mumbled. you took his hand away from your lip and held it tight instead, pressing it to your chest.
"sorry", you started. "just want you to feel better. it hurts seeing you so sad, darling." Levi squeezes your hand back, sighing. "I'm fine, really", he goes back to closing his eyes, whispering "I'll be alright. just wish I had it. tch, I feel naked, and I hate going out without it". he continued to whisper, "but really, I'll be fine." he yawns, "don't worry about it". he spoke for the late time before closing his eyes, drifting off to sleep.
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needless to say, you worried about it. it was 6:13 am as you rummaged around the kitchen. your gloves were greasy and oily as you shoved it down the pipe that was under the cabinet. groaning in frustration as you rummaged the pipe, you desperately tried to find the ring. and you weren't going to give up until you found it. taking a deep breath, you pushed your fingers deeper down the pipe until you felt the thin ring of metal pressed against your gloves. gasping in excitement, you slowly but surely pulled it out of the pipe, sighing heavily in relief as you cradled the ring in your hand.
the gloves you used had been Levi's, which were now covered in grime and dirt. hopefully giving his ring back will distract him from the fact that his gloves were completely screwed.
tightening the pipe back up, you stood in your feet and walked towards the sink, turning it on and covering it with the drain plug, before taking off the gloves and washing the ring thoroughly. when you were done, it looked good as new, and you couldn't help the smile that grew on your face as you thought of just how happy he would be. you tucked it into your pocket and and walked back upstairs. "levi should be up by now" you said to yourself. slowly walking into your shared bedroom, you looked towards your bed and sure enough, Levi was up and stretching, his arms up as he let out a soft yawn. he was so cute.
soon enough, he noticed you and spoke as he rubbed his eye. "good morning, love." he let out another yawn, "was that you I heard downstairs?". you sat next to him, smiling as you nodded. "uh huh! I've got something for you, love. close your eyes for me." Levi lifted a brow, his arms crossed. "I don't like the sound of this". you rolled your eyes. ever the superstitious. "just do it, 'vi". sighing, Levi closed his eyes, expecting one of your silly antics to transpire. he felt you grab his left hand, expecting something silly to happen. instead, Levi let out a soft gasp as he felt the familiarity of the cold metal ring slip onto his finger, opening his eyes in shock as he looked down at his finger. it was right there. his ring. it was right there. his eyes flickered towards you, but he didn't say anything. instead, Levi leaped up, wrapping you up in a tight hug.
"y-you found it. I can't believe you actually found it, y/n", he looked at you, mouth open slightly and and so bright and happy. you smiled down gently at him, humming happily as you held each other close, kissing your forehead. "you were just so sad, 'vi. it really hurt to see you so upset, my darling." you wrapped your arm around Levi's shoulder as he looked down fondly at the ring, twisting it around his finger. "it's perfect", he mumbled, "thank you, honey". Levi blushed softly, and you leaned down to press a soft kiss to his lips, holding his cheek. levi let out a muffled sound against your lips, sighing though his nose before wrapping his arms around your neck. the kiss lasting for a long time before you both pulled away, a slight pant in your words.
levi presses closer to you once more, "thank you, love. love you so much."
you smiled, "I love you more, hon." Levi looked up, curious "how did you even get it?" you shrugged, "just dismantled the pipe. it was deep in there, too. wasn't too hard, honestly". Levi hummed, going back to laying his head on your chest.
just a thought,, but househusband!Levi getting mad at you over something,, idk maybe you accidentally killed one of his plants ๐ญ ?? and he starts to give you the silent treatment. you'd hope that he would forgive you, but he doesn't let up, no matter how many time you tried to reason with him. so in retaliation, you tighten up all the jars in the kitchen. and I mean all of them. and Levi is just freaking out because he has to get dinner ready before 6 but he just can't seem to get the jar of pasta sauce open, and he'd be dammed if he gave in to talk to you. he didn't care if he was being petty, you killed his plant.
he tried all he could, and you'd think that having the former title of "humanity's strongest soldier" that he would be able to do even a little bit of damage on the stupid sauce jar. however, being out of the work force for so long was probably a factor, not that he really minded.
any other time, Levi would have no problem walking up at you and holding the jar out in front of him and in your direction. he didn't need to say anything before you'd gently take the jar from his hand, popping the lid open before handing it back to him. Levi would perk up, muttering a small, "thanks, love" before kissing your cheek and going back to what he was doing.
but not this time. not after you had been so reckless and bumped into one of his house plants, dropping it and shattering the clay pot in the process. he couldn't ever forgive you for that.
well... he could, but your husband was always so damned stubborn. besides, you missed his voice :( it wasn't fair to you. it wasn't like you meant to do it. you even promised to get him a whole lot more from the market!
you'd be sitting in your shared bedroom, writing in your journal and planning out your week when the door open, revealing your husband, a deep frown on his face as he gripped the jar of tomato sauce in one hand while his other hand rested on his hip.
"I know what you're doing" he started. "this is low, y/n. real low."
you feigned innocence, lifting a brow as you leaned back in your chair. "I dont know what youre talking about, love. did you need something from me?"
even though you were most likely pissing him off even more, this was the first time he'd spoken to you in 6 hours. you'll take what you can get.
"tch, no. you wish."
you let you lip jut out in a small pout, "ah, I see... okay then, 'vi. just lemme know if you need anything, okay? always here, y'know".
levi rolled his eyes, turning around to make his way downstairs and back into the kitchen. damn you and your kindness. had he stayed there anyway longer, he would have given in for sure, forgetting the jar and just being happy to speak to you again. he couldn't lie, it was hard for him too. he missed your voice, but he also loved the chase and how persistent you were to try to get him to forgive you.
Levi sighed, making one more feeble attempt to open the jar, grunting and baring his teeth. he was starting to get blisters gripping the jar so hard.
screw this, he thought, making haste back into he bedroom not even two minutes after he left.
you were sat in the same spot, packing away your journal and some other stray papers before you heard his footsteps. looking up at you, surprised, you began to speak,
"oh, Levi. did you forget someth- oh", you were cut off as levi plopped himself in your lap abruptly, wrapping his arms around your neck and digging his face into your shoulder. you were quick to rub his lower back, smiling down gently at him.
"so, I guess this means I'm forgiven?" you chuckled.
he lets out a muffled noise into your shoulder,
"tch, no".
"no?" you rubbed his back in small circles. "that's too bad. I was hoping we could make up. and on pasta night, too.. truly sad."
Levi shifts a little on your lap, mumbling,
"shut up... shouldn't make you shit, you plant killer"
your thumb rubbed circles on his hip, "mhm.. m'just the worst"
"lucky m'even speaking to you. so mad at you"
you pressed kisses to his neck, "I really should be grateful. should be crumbling at your feet, hm?"
you felt him shiver, tilting his head a little more as your kisses on his neck grew deeper.
"mhm, you should" he was still mumbling, but there was a hint of a whine in his tone as he said that.
pulling back and looking fondly into your eyes, levi spoke, his voice soft and full of longing, "gonna forgive you this time. but only this time". you smiled down at him, observing his delicate features and subconsciously tucking his hair behind his ear,
"thank you, my love. I promise to make it up to you" your hand held his cheek, feeling it heat up slightly.
"you better... and um, I still need to cook"
knowing what he meant, you didn't say another word as you leaned over a little, picking up the jar from where Levi placed it on the desk before twisting the top. Levi's face dropped in disappointment as he heard the small pop of the lip opening.
"tch, I loosened it."
"you sure did, honey." you pushed his head down into your shoulder again, feeling him melt against you once more. it was best to just agree with him. you wouldn't want this whole silent treatment accident to happen. again. you continued to rub Levi's back,
"you're tired, 'vi. how bout we just heat up that lemon cake we got from the market and try that new tea we've got, hm?" levi thought about it before nodding,
"yeah?" you mumbled
"yeah" he confirmed. "just wanna stay for a little longer."
guys,, I'm bored so small drable with uh,, househusband!Levi again ๐ YES I'm obsessed and NO I will not stop-
anyways,, buying Levi whatever he wants at the market :(
groceries, pants, blouses, shoes, gloves, cough aprons cough, a more gardening supplies and some stuff for his kitchen!!
just imagine walking down the bustling street, booths and tents set up for people to sell their products. Levi walks on your right, his left arm looped around yours and his hand resting on your bicep. occasionally he would squeeze it, reminding you that he was still next to you despite as reassurance that you haven't lost him in the bustling crowd.
ugh,, and the best part is when he finds an article of clothing, shy as he holds it up to his torso, trying to estimate whether or not it's the right size. you'd smile at him, crossing your arms and asking, "do you wanna get it, love?" levi bites his lip, hesitantly. the shirt cost a bit more than expected, but he could see why. it was a beautiful white top with two buttons on the front. the sleeves were long and wide at the bottom, only adding to the beauty and making it look elegant.
Levi sighed, defeated, "ugh, no.. I'll just put it backโ huh?," Levi lifted his gaze off the shirt he was holding, only to be confused as he didn't see you in the spot you were previously standing in.
"y/n?" Levi looked around, only to be shocked as he saw you, wallet already out and handing the salesman the currency with a closed-eye smile on your face.
"thank you, sir!"
"no no, thank you!" he waved "please, enjoy your day, you two!"
you smiled one last time at the man before walking back over to Levi, who's mouth was agape at your actions.
"why-?"
you cut him off, "sorry, 'vi. i know you don't like me throwing money around loosely but you looked like you really wanted the shirt" you smiled, gently grasping the shirt in your hand before placing it in the basket you were holding, "promise to make it up t'ya, okay? as long as you model it for me when we get back, hm?" you whispered.
Levi huffs softly, red staining his cheeks, "tch, shut up. that was the plan anyway..." he rolls his eyes, muttering.
"oh? well would you look at that" you smiled teasingly "s'my lucky day, I guess, hm?"
he swats at you playfully, wrapping his arms around yours once more as you begin to walk, "tch, no... married such a damn flirt" he lets a rare smile show, and you gave one right back.
you two continue to walk, Levi looking out for his favorite tea stand. you couldn't help but look down at him as he was turned away. he looked so pretty in the sun. eyes gleaming and bits of hair flowing as the wind blew.
"look beautiful today, 'vi. don't think I told you that yet" you mumbled close to his ear.
Levi jumped a little, blushing. he wasn't expecting that.
"tch, whatever.." he mumbles back, face red. "don't think flattery is going to get you out of trouble. I'm still mad that you killed my plant, y'know"
you huffed playfully, pulling him closer to you, "ah, hon, don't be so harsh. just wanted to call you pretty..."
"yeah yeah, I know... thank you." he whispered softly, voice full of love as he leaned into you. despite the busy street and bustling people; it felt as if it was just you and him. you and your husband. just as you were about to lean in to peck his lips, he gasps softly, tapping your shoulder rapidly before pointing behind you.
"darling, look. it's that florist lady. she's only got one house plant left, c'mon!"
you laughed softly as you started tugging you in the direction he was pointing. laughing softly, you jogged into the direction of the florist hand in hand, panting as you arrived.
"hello, miss." Levi spoke, "I was wondering if we could purchase this plant?".
the look she gave Levi was..something else, to say the least. she looked like she was in awe, eyes wide and staring into your husband's own before grinning, her eyes hooded as she spoke.
"oh, why of course, Levi! anything for my favorite customer!" she giggled, gently placing the plant in a large, plastic bag with her logo printed in it. you couldn't help but notice the little longing and flirty glances she was sending his way as she packed a few extra things in the bag.
was she seriously flirting? does she not see us holding hands?
you glanced at Levi, who looked completely oblivious, only concerned about getting his new plant.
the woman smiled, "okay, 'vi. your total is $13. 50!" she leans over the booth, her voice almost a whisper, "will that be all?"
oh hell no. did she just call him "vi". as in your nickname for your husband? you roll your eyes a bit.
Levi hummed, shaking his head, "no thank you, ma'am. that'll be all. my spouse will-"
"I'm paying for it, thank you" you cut him off, tone cold and cut-throat towards the woman as you extended the money out to her with your left hand in hopes that she'd see your wedding ring and get the hint.
the lady blinked, a little surprised as she hesitantly took the money from your hands. her tone immediately changed as she saw you.
"oh" she looks you up and down, placing the money in a drawer "so you're the spouse, hm?" she pushes the plant towards you,
"didn't think you'd be his type" she mumbles
you lifted a brow, "excuse me?"
sensing the tension, Levi gripped your arm, gently tugging you back.
"y/n, c'mon, that's enough" he said, voice stern but soft and desperate at the same time.
looked down at him, you saw his eyes silently please for you to just leave the situation alone. sighing, you picked up the plant before placing it in your own basket, walking away with Levi.
"fuckin ridiculous" you mumbled, stepping to the side and under a big tree, away from the busy street.
Levi sighed, looking up at you, "y/n.."
"I know, i-" you sigh, "I know. I shouldn't have handled it like that but she was flirting with you. she called you 'vi, and completely ignored the fact that I was there."
levi shuffled towards you, standing in front of you and pressing his chin to your chest, looking up at you.
"baby, I know.." he mumbles "she does that whenever I go to her booth but I just ignore her. I mention you whenever you're not there just so she'll get the hint but she's young, love"
you sighed, looking down and into his grey eyes. they always managed to soothe you when needed. he continued to speak,
"she doesn't understand, darling. it's just a puppy crush. and as annoying as it is, I don't let it get to me. I love you . married you for a reason, honey. s'please, just relax." he blinks slowly, tilting his head a little as he pressed closer to you "you know you're my type..."
you sighed, chuckling a little, "don't give me that look..." you leaned down and pecked his lips, causing him and chuckle through his nose in return.
"it's late. we should go home now, anyways"
you nodded, offering your arm to him. gladly, he hooked his own with yours as you two proceeded back to your lone cottage.
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bonus (kinda suggestive)
once the groceries were put away and you and your husband were freshly showered, and you waited for him to come from the attached bathroom. sitting on the bed, you stretched, calling out from your bedroom,
"leviii, you almost done in there?" you rubbed your eye sleepily "did you fall in again?"
"oh my- no! just be patient, brat " he called out from the bathroom.
you sighed, bored. deciding to lean back and close your eyes, you started to doze off before you heard the creak of the bathroom door opening and the soft click of the light switch.
"finally you're out," you sighed, "was starting to doze off-" your breath hitched as you caught sight of your husband.
still standing in the doorway of the bathroom stood Levi, his head turned away in a shy manner as his arms were crossed over his chest. on him was the same white shirt you bought today. it was tad bit big in him, but he looked beautiful in it. the sleeves and the hem of the shirt were also adorned with a lacy texture, something that you hadn't even noticed. and to top it all off, he had a pair of black, cotton shorts on, riding up mid thigh.
levi clears his throat, shying away from your stare, "I just- you said you wanted me to model it for you." he fiddles with his hands, "do you.. do you like it-?"
"like it?" you scoffed, standing up and walking closer to him, a smile on your lips, "baby... I absolutely love it." you pecked his lips before whispering, "look so damn beautiful... I really am happy to be married to you, Levi"
"y/n, stop.." he said, embarrassed.
your mumbled into the kisses you pressed to his cheek, "no way, darling. you look so good. can't get enough of you. manage to surprise me everyday. I'm so lucky."
levi let a small whine tumble from the back of his throat as he wrapped his arms around your torso, pressing his face into your stomach.
you smiled, looking down at him and whispering, "c'mon, love. let's get to bed"
"you don't have work tomorrow... can we maybe- stay up?" he whispers, nails gently raking against your back as he blinks up at you slowly.
oh
OH
you blink a bit from shock before you smiling, leaning down to press a long lasting kiss to his lips before pulling away,
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so,, small stories of Levi completely switching from his usual stotic and cold nature to this sly, sweet and charming man who bats his pretty lashes at you because he knows you'll fold and get his way. or sometimes he does it unintentionally and it's just the cutest thing :(
FIRST EXAMPLE IS LIKE,, you're at the market or something and (man idk I'm going with plants again cause like I feel like he'd like house plants ๐ญ) and he wants another plant and you're just,,
"Levi, that's the 17th plant this month, my love :( give the other ones a chance to grow at least."
and he knows you're right, but he's been dying to get this one for a long time and he wants to place it in his kitchen- or at least that's the excuse he'd use LMAO
he's just like,, "but I don't have any in my kitchen, love. :( I swear it's just this one time. please?" his voice would be his normal calm and collected tone, but there'd be a small whine behind his words and desperation flowing behind his eyes,, and you just FOLD cause you just wanna spoil him and get him whatever he wants for your tiny cottage :(( he's the one who takes care of it while you're always at work everyday anyways, always working so hard to maintain it and keep it neat, always trying to busy himself with something while you're gone. so you think maybe one more plant wouldn't hurt.
it hurt a lot,, there's plants everywhere, but he's happy so you don't complain <3
ANOTHER EXAMPLE,, i strongly believe this man would have a vegetable garden. and with that,, you'd have to buy him gardening tools, baskets, gloves, a putty knife, watering can- all of that. and when his vegetables are all done and ready to harvest- he's greeting you by the door, a bit of a mischievous look in his eyes. you'd see one of his rare smiles show as he ushers you to take off your shoes and jacket and shoos you off to go bathe.
once you come downstairs, youre hit by the delicious aroma of pasta wafting through the air.
"that's smells great, love" you sat at the table, knowing he didn't like to be crowded when cooking.
"does it, now?" he chuckled, calling from over his shoulder.
you lifted a brow
"what's got you all giddy, 'vi? you hiding something from me?" you say playfully.
he said nothing, only walking over and setting the bowls of pasta on the tables before scooting in next to you. he didn't eat, however, only staring at you with an expectant look on his face. you laughed softly, looking
"what?" you giggled, "what's that look for, huh?"
his smiles only broadened a bit, placing a soft hand on your forearm as he looked with that same expectant look.
"don't you notice something different, love? about the food, I mean"
you hummed, you'd that that you'd just imagined it, but it did tase a bit different.
"yeah, actually, I do. hmm, I'm guessing different pasta sauce?"
his eyes sparkles as you guessed correctly, nodding his head.
"mhm- I made it myself actually. I plucked the tomatoes today"
"did you now?" he was so cute. "that's amazing, darling! I remember you telling me you e wanted to try and make it yourself for a while now. it's delicious."
"I did! I used that cookbook you bought me and got it right on the first time" he hummed happily, shoving a fork full of pasta into his mouth. "wanted to make it extra special for you..."
way too cute.
OOF UH LAST ONE,, with a twist though. small warning,, it's a tiny bit suggestive, but not super. sick Levi getting irritated because he can't kiss you :( ,,,
"levi, I'm not gonna kiss you right now"
"why. not?" your husband punctured each word, tone angry. you couldn't take him seriously though because of the nasally after tone he had.
"baby, you're sick-"
"I don' care- wanna kiss" he whined, already beginning to cling to you and perch himself onto your lap.
you sighed, rubbing his back
"I know, 'vi, but you're sick, honey. gotta wait till you get better"
"nooo" he grumbled out, "wanna kiss right now. please? you won't get sick, I promise. I'll be careful"
you frowned, running your hand up and down his back. he was always so moody when he was sick.
"no, baby, I'm sorry. i'can't kiss you right now" you spoke softly "i can't take care of you if we're both sick, y'know."
you heard a grumble form in the core of his throat, a whimper following after.
you heard him whine into your shoulder, sniffling as his hands cling to your clothing. his nose was clogged, and it was pissing him off. he had to take some grotesque medicine every four hours, he couldn't get any work done around the house, and now he can't even get get a kiss from you? it was pure torture.
"shh shh, I know, baby, I know. but we've gotta make you feel better before I can kiss you again, okay? " you rubbed his back.
you felt him nod against your shoulder, his sniffling still prominent as he pulls away, small stature looking up at you with teary eyes and res cheeks.
"still not fair..."
you chuckled softly, wiping his tears away
"well, I told you not to go out without a coat on, honey" you said, passing him a a tissue.
he sniffles again, pointing his face away from yours as he blows his nose, balling up the tissue before speaking.
"but the garden..."
"is fine, my love." you cut him off "its getting colder now. you can't walk out without proper clothing, honey"
he grumbled again, trying to sniffles but feeling his nose clog up once more.
"I feel miserable..."
you chuckled, plucking another tissue from the box and handing it to him
"I know, baby" you hold the tissue up to his nose "blow".
he takes the tissue in his own hands, blowing out any excess germs from within his nose, sniffling after. tears were still settled on his lash line and his bottom lip was still jutted out in sadness. your heart was breaking for him, but what could you do? he was sick, and if you got sick as well you wouldn't be able to take care of him AND yourself.
"poor boy" you sighed, "you always act like this when your temperature gets even a little high, baby"
levi grunted, a sneeze following after
"tch, do not"
you pursed your lips,
"mhm... and that's why you're whining and clinging to me. I can't make your cold go away instantly, baby."
he sniffles again, lower lip still jutted out
"just one kiss...?" he mumbled.
"Levi.."
"just one..!" he groaned, adjusting himself on your lap once more, his voice dropping into a tone so soft that you had to lean in closer
"you're not gonna deprive your husband of what he wants, are you?" he mumbles against your ear.
your breath hitches, and Levi notices, mentally celebrating because he knows he's gonna get what he wants.
"hm?" he continues
you still stayed silent, eyes boring back into his sleep grey ones. it kinda makes him uneasy
"honey-?"
"levi-" you cut him off "keep speaking like that, and we'll both be sick by the end of the night.
his eyes widened, face slowly but surely burning into a deep red hue as he took in your words. you grinned at his reaction, leaning in and pressing a light kiss to his forehead before pulling away and smiling at him.
โ househusband!Levi who pulls out various articles of clothing in search of something nice to wear. shirt after shirt is flung around the room as he searches for a pair of pants to go with the top he picked out.
poor man is panicking because he want to look nice for you. Wants to dress to impress, but he just can't seem to find anything yet
โ househusband! Levi who rushes about the room when he finally finds the perfect top, buttoning up his shirt and pulling his pants on before placing a thin, silver chain around his neck. a chain that you bought him, to be precise.
โ househusband! Levi whose heart is beating out of his chest when he walks back downstairs, head down because he's just so nervous about you seeing him in his outfit.
He knows he shouldn't be, knows that you're just going to smile and proceed to tell her how great he looksโand the thought alone makes his stomach erupt in butterflies.
โ househusband!Levi who smiles shyly when you let out a small "wow" as you watch him walk down the steps and into the livingroom, making your way towards him from your place on the couch and cupping his cheeks before leaning in for a small kiss.
his fades within the with the kiss, closing his eyes and slotting his lips smoothly against your own own before pulling away
โ househusband!Levi who's shy and blushing embarrassingly at the dinner table because you pulled his chair out for him, and now he's hiding his face behind the menu
"oh, c'mon, 'vi" you laugh softly, "I was just being polite, my love"
"people were staring" he grumbles, blush still prominent
"who cares about the people? if I wanna pull the chair out ofr my husband, I damn sure will."
โ househusband!Levi who talks about his week as the two of you eat, wine glass held close to his mouth as he rambles on about one of the various houseplants in your shared home. you're listening, you swearโ but you can't help but get distracted as he speaks, occasionally talking with his hands. his eyes have a certain shine to them that makes you go completely numb when you look at it, and you start to drift iff as he speaks.
"so, anywaysโ I almost had to fight the old hag for sandwich meat. can you believe that?"
"did you, now?" you nod dumbly, cheek resting on your palm as you smile hazily.
Levi lifts a brow,
"yeah, yeah, I did..." he thinks for a moment, "that cashier at the market was pretty sweet, though. gave me a discountโ called me cute"
"they whatโ!?" you blink
"I knew it, you little brat" he huffs, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms, lifting a brow.
"wait, whaโ?"
"you werent listening to a thing I said, were you?" he mumbles, frowning. your eyes widen a fraction,
"no no, baby, I was listening to you. I swear, I justโ" you sigh before continuing, "you look beautiful tonight, leviโ had a hard time focusing, is all" you laugh nervously, "sorry"
Levi blushes lightly, pressing a palm to his heated cheeks, looking away,
"thank you, love. but you've already told me that"
"I know, baby, but you deserve it" you smile, gaze boring into his.
at this point, nothing else mattered. not the waiters. the costumers. nothing. it felt as if it was just you and him
"tch, stop staring at me so hard" Levi huffs, looking away
"I don't see why I'd do that"
"not like I'm wearing anything specialโ" he sputters, "just the stuff you got me last week"
โ househusband!Levi who continues to talk, occasionally gasping when he remembers something that he's been meaning to mentionโ whether it be something about a beautiful vase he saw at the market, or a china set that he wants to use as decoration for the house. you make a mental note to ask about it later.
โ househusband!Levi who has the best sleep of his life that night, resing on your chest and humming in content as your hand glides over his back in smoothe patterns
