#leviathan x reader

He's possessive and manipulative, willing to use violence if necessary, and utterly protective over what he sees as his. That is, you, sweet gullible thing.

He has Foras and Barbatos trailing after you, watching your every move and getting them to report back to him anything you do or say. With whom, at what time and place. If he could read your thoughts, he would. It's protection, he likes to think, his controlling tendencies creates an environment where he's prepared to deal with anything and everything. Things he planned and things that he couldn't foresee.

Having a lover in an endless war, a human one at that, is worrisome. His hands itches, his throat gets scratchy, his emotions are all over the place as he tries to rationalize what he feels rather than focusing on feeling it.

Sometimes, he manipulates your dreams, jealous you'll dream of someone else. At first, they're sweet, innocent dreams — the two of you on a picnic, in a park, at the beach, in the snow. But as time passes, they become more steamy and heated.

He often watches you from the darkness of your room, watching you find relief while calling out his name. It inflates his ego in ways you can't imagine. Once he falls in love with you, game over.

How he's acting with darling?

You like books? He gives you thousands of them. Like jewelry? Flowers? He gives you those every single day. Like a certain drink? Food? He has someone cooking it for you. Movies? Series? He watches every single one with you.

He approaches you like he has no ulterior motives, like he knows that there's no better demon than him and so obviously you shall love him as much as his subjects do. He doesn't play games for your affections, he has you perpetually staying on Hades, surrounded by these walls that he built on his sweat and tears, to protect you from the angels attack (or so he says).

Punishments are his usual one: having you hanged. Sometimes a bit too strongly. If you cry and struggle too much, he'll pull you into an embrace and whisper that you need to understand he's all you'll ever need. He's not a cruel king; pain and suffering is something he's well acquainted with, knowing what kind of things he went through childhood.

Danger?

Someone offended you? He killed them. Someone hit on you? He ripped their tongue out and killed them. Someone tried to hurt you? He absolutely mawl that being, making a bloody mess and not even caring about it.

Try to run from him, and he'll have you back in less than ten minutes, after all, every Hades demon looks up to him. And to you, to some extent, as you were able to claim a spot on their beautiful, glorious King, so they all watches your every step, trying to understand what you did to captivate their King.

“Yeah, well, you’re not the only one who lives here!” His words echo through the hall at the House of Lamentation, soaking the quietness in something sharp before the door to his room slams shut. Levi let out a frustrated growl as he plopped himself down on his gaming chair, grabbing his headset and angrily shoving it over his ears. “Stupid… they’re all so stupid…” he mumbled to himself, still seething with the envy that so obviously marks his character.

Asmo and Satan decided to bring over some ‘friends’, or as he liked to call them, whores. Every once in a while, his two brothers indulged in some type of brotherly competition to see which one of them could go the most rounds with the most succubi. “What even is the point of that?!” Levi hissed to no one in particular, picking up his controller. It’s a nosy and quite honestly, nasty competition to be held within the house, but besides him, no one really seems to care. The twins locked themselves in their room, comfortable with each other’s presences, Mammon left to go spend money he doesn’t have and hit up his friends – which, to Levi, it is a miracle that his brother even has those: friends –, and Lucifer has learned early on that yelling and scolding those two for their sinful indulgences gets him nowhere, which means he’ll probably spend the evening and most of the next day at the Demon Lord’s castle doing God knows what with Lord Diavolo. That doesn't mean he won't be back tomorrow with a lot of yelling and punishments. Another noise Levi will have to block out.

And Levi?

Levi is once again alone in his room, trying to drown out the noises that are bound to start any second now by playing some video game or watching something he’s already watched a thousand times. It’s days like these where he notices two things: one, he’s the least fun and least spontaneous brother and two, no one wants him. The last thought always hurts the most. His brothers seem to have it all: the status, the life. Only he is bound to be locked up in his room, drowning in self pity and envy that consumes him whole.

“Just you and me again, Henry…” Henry is his best friend, but he has to be realistic and knows that he’s only a goldfish and if Henry could talk back to him, he’d probably also tell Levi to suck it up and shut up. A pang of sadness courses through him at that fact. “It’s always me being left out…” he mumbles once more as his fingers fly across the controller. The game he’s currently playing is a shooter game. Not the best way to get wild emotions under control, but at least it gives both his mind and hands something to do before he completely loses his cool. Satan’s smug face and taunting words are still ringing in his ears: “if you weren’t so awkward, we might ask you to join. At this rate, our company would run for the hills before they willingly went down on you.” A shot straight to his heart. He knows he isn’t anyone’s most desired.

The movements of his fingers slowed, his eyes unfocused on the screen now as envy turned to pure sadness. His heart ached and longed for a connection to someone. It didn’t even have to be romantic, he just wanted someone who would hang out with him, who would accept him and whom he could have fun with. He wanted a friend, someone who he can talk to and get a reply from. A shaky breath escapes his lips as he sits there. The screen is reading ‘game over, try again’ now and the moment Levi sees it, he throws the controller against his wall with a scream, “argh!” Why isn’t he enough?!

Tears are forming in his eyes and he angrily rubs his hands into the orange globes, trying to get rid of the tears. He knows it’s stupid to cry and get angry. It’s even stupider to let his Avatar take control like that, but he can’t help but feel envious of his brothers’ seemingly perfect lives with each other and their friends. Why can’t he have that?

The sudden opening of his bedroom door, which he catches out of the corner of his eye, makes him stiffen up and spin around in his chair. You’re standing there in the doorway, looking confused and mildly worried. “I heard something crash and I wanted to see if everything was alright?” Your worry carried itself through the sentence and hit Levi like another slap in the face. Stupid humans, always poking their noses in things they don’t belong. Still, he could see that your worry was genuine and instead of lashing out like he probably would’ve, he just tells you once: nice and firm.

“Get out, (Y/N). I’m not in the mood.” His words come out harsher than he means them to, but he can’t help it. The last thing he needs is for you to notice the tears welling up in his eyes again. Instead of listening, though, you move into his room, into his space, and close the door behind you. “Are you okay?” Your voice was so soft, so gentle, so caring, and it hit him like a fucking train. He’s biting his tongue, willing for the tears to stay at bay. After all, how can he possibly explain to you how fucking lonely he feels? You’re one of those people who have found friendship within the family almost immediately and you even have friends at RAD, which no one thought would be possible considering your non-demonic self. Wetness rolls down his cheeks and Levi immediately brings up a hand to wipe it away. ‘Please go…’ he thinks to himself, not wanting you to see him like this.

“Levi…?” You call out again, tentatively this time as you slowly step closer to him. Due to him sitting in his chair, you’re practically looming over him, your own eyes boring into his orange ones and in this moment, Levi realises how completely bare he looks to you. The tears are falling now as he takes in a shaky breath, every muscle in his body tense. His demon form has slipped out and his tail has curled itself around him in a form of comfort and protection; the heat and mild sliminess from his scales is seeping into his exposed skin. God, how pathetic he must look right now.

“Why am I not enough, (Y/N)?” The words are choked out and for a moment, fear courses through his veins. Has he said too much, will you laugh at him now, too? Your eyes soften and you could feel your heart break at the sight in front of you. The urge to reach out and wrap him in your arms is suddenly so strong, but you fight against it. “What do you mean? Of course you are enough.” Levi scoffs. Such a standard answer. He doesn’t even know why he said anything, probably because you were looking at him like a hurt animal. “Hey… talk to me, what’s going on?” You encourage softly, glancing around the room until your eyes land on the controller he threw. It’s broken, just like Levi is. The pieces lay on the floor and will never fit together again, or at least not in the way they did before.

“I-I…” he starts, but quickly brings up one of his hands to his mouth to muffle the sobbing that suddenly seems to overtake. Meanwhile, you lean down and pick up the broken controller, collecting the pieces with such care that Levi wonders for a moment if you’d pick him up like that as well; if you could flick him back together. If, once your gaze would meet his broken one, you would look at him with genuine care and sincerity and not like the burden he usually feels like he is. Your eyes meet his in the next moment, he knew they would, but he couldn’t see them clearly with the tears blocking his vision. He heard you set the broken controller pieces on his desk before feeling your arms around him in the moment after.

His whole body stiffened, muscles tightening as your warmth enveloped him. His first instinct is to fight it, to push you off and away just like he always does, but your grip is so firm and unwavering that he allows it, at least, that’s what he tells himself. Truth is, he’s leaning in before he even fully realizes what he’s doing. “Oh, Levi…” you mumble into his hair and he breaks down completely. He feels weak, pathetic and absolutely out of his element as he shakes against your frame, face buried in your chest. His tail, seemingly having a mind of its own, unwraps itself from him and instead wraps around the both of you, pushing you further against him. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he’s calling himself gross for touching you like this, without permission nonetheless, but he also can’t seem to let go.

“I’ve never been enough, (Y/N).” He whispers at some point, barely audible for anyone to pick up on but of course you would. You have some type of super human ears, Levi decides, but then again… you’re just a super human overall. A frown forms on your face as you hold him, not minding the tail that has also wrapped around you. Instead, you let your hands trace gentle patterns on his back, waiting to see if he may say anything else but the only thing you hear is the sound of little sobs and sniffles against your chest. “Levi… of course you are enough, what makes you think otherwise?” Your question makes Levi pause for a moment and pull out of your chest, a soft glare on his face. How can you ask that when he’s literally crying into your chest right now? Soaking your shirt with his tears? Do you not see the pathetic lump sitting in front of you? “I am the outsider of this family, (Y/N). Beel has Belphie, Mammon has…. whatever he has, he’s never here anyway, Lucifer goes to Lord Diavolo any chance he gets and Satan and Asmo… they always team up together. I mean listen to them!” The last words are almost shouted, but the moment it quiets down, the two of you can make out the moans and grunts happening all over the house, along with the high pitched screams of pleasure from who knows whom. A groan of frustration escapes you, but before you can say anything, Levi is adding another line.

“None of my brothers want to hang out with me. They never did. I was always the outlier, the otaku that never fit into their normie lives.” Disgust is laced in his voice, his face distorting for a moment before he continues, “and they made sure to make me feel that way. I know they care for me in their own way, but they make sure to beat me down any chance they get.”

‘Especially Satan…’ Levi adds in his mind, but no matter how much he hates being beaten down, he’d never speak a name out loud. As much as he hates being the punchline, the last thing he wants is for you to start a fight with Satan and get hurt. Levi has no doubt you can hold your own, but you’re nothing compared to a Satan who loses his cool. “I get it. I’m gross and antisocial and I’m not good in social situations, but…”

“But nothing, Levi. So what: you don’t have a twin that you share thoughts with. You’re not a social butterfly who has probably been inside every demon down here. You’re not best friends with the Demon Lord or run into every casino in hell, losing money, but making tons of fake friends with strangers… but so the fuck what?” You ask, looking down at Levi, your hands resting gently on his shoulders. “Levi, you’re so much more than what you give yourself credit for. You’re smart, especially tech smart; you’re lovable, you’re funny and you’re the person I come to when I just want to be at ease. You never force me to talk or share anything that I don’t want to share. You’re easy going and I love sitting with you in silence while some anime plays out. I also love getting sucked into random video games with you, even when it happens unwillingly and I’m a little mad each time.” You smile softly, squeezing his shoulder.

“You’re way more than you give yourself credit for and between you and I? You’re my favorite brother. There’s no place I’d rather be than with you… I actually came here to ask if you wanted to continue our little One Piece marathon?” You look down at him expectantly, but all you find are big, orange eyes staring up at you. You think he’s smart? lovable? funny? Levi is pretty sure he stopped breathing, which also stopped the tears. His tail, however, is once again thinking on its own and conveying Levi’s emotions a little better than his words ever could, because it is tightening around the two of you again. “You… you really think so?” Levi knows you think so, he can find no deception or deceit in your eyes, but he needs you to say it one more time… or maybe a few more times.

Your smile widens and you pull him into another hug before placing a soft kiss on his head, breathing in his comforting scent. “I really do think so. You’re my fave, Levi.” His heart is racing when he hears those words again and although you can’t see it, you can feel the bright smile forming on his lips against your chest as he squeezes tightly. One person. One very, very important person is all it took for him to feel a little bit better. One person he has never had but is now standing in front of him and telling him he’s their favorite. His heart is soaring now and new tears are forming due to completely different reasons.

levi huffed, “yeah. her attack sequence is soooo annoying, she moves too fast and i have to protect the priest while i try to kill her!” he rambled, fingers already coming back into position on his controller. “i swear, the devs programed this boss to be practically impossible to beat!”

you hummed in response, “i’m so close, just a few more hits and i’ll finally beat her ass! okay leviathan, focus mode: activated!”

a screen of black washed over the monitor after another attempt, and you swear levi is so close to smashing the controller against the wall.

“damn it! this is- this so freaking unfair!” he looked at you, eyes wild. “a-are you seeing this?! this game was made to ragebait me!”

“mmh. i don’t know, this sounds like a skill issue, bro. you suck.”

“DUDE WHAT— m-me?! suck?! do you hear yourself?!” he pouted before shaking his head. you had to hold yourself back from snickering. “i-it doesn’t matter, i’ll defeat her—just you wait!” his hands slapped against his cheeks, something he usually did to focus himself, “now stop distracting me! this ugly bupid boss-“

you bursted out laughing at his words, unable to push it down any further.

“i-i mean stupid boss! u-ugly stupid boss! you know what i meant!” he corrected, his face burning red behind his fingers while you continued laughing at his embarrassment.

“it’s okay, levi. only ultra cool gamers like me don’t stutter.” you teased, leaning in close to poke his cheek, “i know an ultimate secret move that’ll help you, y’gotta beat the boss first though.” you cracked up at your own joke and doubled over laughing—adding more fuel to the already wildly burning flame known as your irritated boyfriend, who was giving you a pointed and mopey look somehow at the same time.

you should’ve known from that point forward however that he was anything but, if you stared hard enough he more-so looked determined.

this brings you to know—you desperately trying your best to take your mind off of the feeling of your cunt being stuff full of his cock and watch him play the boss fight. which was proving to be easier said than done.

“stop squirming.” levi frowned, hands gliding across your thigh before gently squeezing on the supple flesh. your ass pressed flush against his pelvis while he continued to mash the buttons, still fighting that same stupid boss.

“i-i need to muh—move levi— hahh-“ you cut yourself off with a sigh, your incessant shifting only gave yourself a harder time.

“why are you stuttering?” he softly whispered, his unwavering focus trained on the boss on screen, fingers expertly maneuvering the buttons of his controller. “i thought ultra cool gamers don’t do that?”

you fought the desperate urge to wriggle, “wh-whatever! you still can’t beat the boss-“

“yes!” your half-lidded eyes darted up towards the monitor, staring as a cutscene played after he landed the finishing move on the boss, hands slightly loosening their grip on his pants. “told you i could beat her! i just needed some extra focus!” he exclaimed, triumphantly grinning.

he placed his controller down before his chin came down to rest on the crook of your neck and shoulder, large slender fingers lightly spreading your thighs apart with a smile still lingering on his face.

Then, a gaming session with Belphie, Beel, and Mammon, where he received his second gift. An Azuki-tan beanbag that was only manufactured and sold on an obscure website based on the fourth circle of Hell. He was sure the twins had paid and sent Mammon to gamble for it. Mammon wept uncontrollably as he handed it over, then hugged him for what felt like hours, babbling about how much he'd grown. Beel picked him up and spun him around until he was dizzy, while Belphie just gave him a gentle squeeze and a sleepy smile.

Lunchtime arrived, and he was surprised to see the boxes of Spicy Rainbow Pizza, knowing that Lucifer hated it when they didn't eat "real food." Of course, Satan didn't miss the opportunity to let everyone know he'd bought them. Asmo appeared with his third gift, courtesy of Satan, Solomon, and him. Three boxes full of enchanted manga, series that were never animated, which, when opened, played out the scenes as if it was a real anime. How did they do it? A wizard did.

He spent the entire evening organizing his new collection until dinnertime. The Ruri-chan cake was everything he had dreamed of and more, all the brothers sang happy birthday while encouraging him to make a wish. Tears welled in his eyes as he blew out the candles, though he would never admit it.

After dinner, Lucifer summoned him to his studio. He hadn't expected his fourth gift to be an envelope containing three VIP tickets to a concert by his favorite idol group. Courtesy of Lord Diavolo, Barbatos, and himself. He would never acknowledge the emotion he felt when Lucifer affectionately ruffled his hair, the same way he used to when they were little angels.

Finally, the event he had been eagerly anticipating arrived. Before his birthday, he had made it clear that he didn't want any material gifts from you. All he wanted was for you to spend the night with him. That's why, when he entered his room, a flustered smile spread across his face when he saw you waiting for him in the bathtub.

That was also what got him into this mess. It was insignificant, you probably didn't even notice, but his whole body stiffened the moment you yawned.

Was the movie he chose boring? Were you doing this out of politeness? Did you think he was a boring loser who deserved to die? No, he had to calm down. You weren't that kind of person… right? Great, now he was trembling, his heart was pounding, and his legs were spinning. "Deep breaths, deep breaths" he told himself. Wait, was he hyperventilating? Oh, no, no, no. His mind went blank the moment you slipped your arm across his stomach and snuggled up to him, pressing yourself against him like he was the most comfortable pillow.

"You're nice and warm…" you murmured against his chest. Of course he was warm, he was sweating from panic and anxiety. All he could do was stay still and watch as you took his arm and put it around your shoulders.

The way your body molded to his, your thumb tracing tiny circles on that small patch of skin at his waist where his shirt rode up, your breath brushing against his collarbones, your scent mixing with his, your legs tangling beneath the sheets. He swore he'd die in ten seconds, tops. Of course, then you had to leave one of those little kisses on his shoulder that made him tremble and elicit a pathetic squeal. Your chuckles mixed with the sound of the TV, and his face turned red.

"Levi..." you murmured in that tone you only used with him as you stroked his face, forcing him to look at you. He bit his lip, his eyes nervous and shy, as if he'd been caught doing something wrong.

"Happy birthday, you silly demon." He would have protested over the nickname if you hadn't kissed him. He folded without any pressure, closing his eyes as his hands gripped your shirt, unwilling to let you go. Your kisses always drove him wild, pulling shy moans of pleasure and soft whimpers when you dared to move away.

“I love you.” You whispered while running your fingers through his hair. Those three words said with such conviction that even his deepest insecurities couldn’t overshadow made him smile softly, leaning to nuzzle his nose against yours. He didn’t have to overthink everything with you. This was the best birthday ever.

His family, you and every one of his favorite characters. It was everything someone like him could ask for, he thought.