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Pay Attention

Synopsis: You had a long day of training, during the group meeting you zoned out and Levi noticed.

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"Get up and stop being fucking lazy!" Levi yelled at one of the newest recruits. The rookie was on his knees struggling to breathe. Levi had a frown on his face. He looked at the boy with disgust. You looked over towards where Levi Ackerman was. You began to feel bad for the kid. You looked away and continued to focus on your training. It was hard to focus with Levi barking orders at his trainees. You tried to focus and kept training until the session was over. Everyone was called into a group to get updates on what was going on outside of the walls and to debrief for the day. You walked over and looked around. Everyone looked tired and defeated. As you scanned the crowd, your eyes met with Levi's. The two of you stared a little longer than normal. You broke eye contact to try to listen to the higher-ups tell you all what's been going on, although your mind couldn't comprehend what they were saying due to your exhaustion. They spoke for about fifteen minutes. You didn't pay attention, you simply couldn't. Your eyes traveled back to look at Levi who was extremely attentive. His body looked so good and he didn't look tired one bit. Your mind drifts to the idea of him. You thought about how long he looked at you, how his face seemed softer when looking at you, how his cheeks had a hint of red tint, and how his eyes looked as if they could read your soul. You imagined his hands rubbing down your body to grip your thighs as he pounded into you. You bit your lip, complelety forgettng where you were. The group disbursed after the meeting andyou stood there still on a daze. "Y/ln!" You heard an angelic voice yell. You were still daydreaming as you turned your head to see Levi trying to get your attention to snap you back to reality. You looked around and noticed everyone was gone. You quickly grabbed your things to head inside.

Your feet dragged as you walked down the halls back to headquarters. You felt gross from all the sweating you have done throughout the day. But your mind stayed active from your recent daydreams. You slowly but surely reached your room, not really paying attention to how you got there. You stripped off your clothes to use your personal bathroom. It was nice that veterans got to have their own bathrooms. You turned the shower on and stepped in. The water was hot but it was a relief to your body. You stood there ideling for a few minutes until your thoughts drifted back to your captain. You began to reach down to your aching area but fought against touching yourself. You shook your head to focus and washed your body. Stepping out, you noticed there was a presence that wasn't there before. You gripped the towel tightly as you walked slowly into the bedroom, only to see Levi sitting on your bed. Your eyes widened. Your daydreams must have been turning into hallucinations. Were you ready that tired? His outfit was different from what he was wearing earlier. He was cleaned up wearing, black slacks and a white shirt button-up shirt. His clothes seemed more formal than what anyone else would wear to wind down but you knew he had a reputation to uphold. "Captain." You said, your breaths becoming heavier at the thought of you being in a towel with Levi sitting on the bed looking right back at you. He scowled at you and shook his head. "Y/n, you've been doing well in your training." He stood up and began walking to you slowly. Your mind was so clouded, this felt unreal to you. You pinched yourself as he got closer. It was definitely not a dream which made your stomach flutter. "But I noticed you weren't listening during the meeting. You've been zoning out a lot lately. You're such a good cadet but your mind wanders a lot. I wonder what you're constantly thinking of." He said. You bit your lip. He finally made his way to you as you stood completely still. His face so close to yours that you could feel his minty warm breath on your lips. The area between your legs now soaking and the grip on your towel loosened a bit. "I was listening, Captain." You said trying not to meet his gaze. Your face was burning from how you were feeling. "What did Erwin say about the upcoming mission for this week?" He asked you, you looked away quickly. His hand reached to touch your chin to make you look at him. "I- I-." You stuttered. "I'm not sure, Captain." You replied, wanting to put your head down but his grip was tight but gentle. His eyes looked into yours deeply. They didn't look like his normal eyes, there was a sort of hunger behind them. "That's what I thought. Why lie to your captain? Fucking brat. I think you need to be disciplined." He said, hand moving from your face to your towel. His eyes never left yours. "I'm sorry, Captain. Do what you must." You said, knowing where this could lead. Who were you to deny an opportunity that you dreamed about? "I see the way you look at me during training. You are so beautiful when you're focused." He said, snatching the towel from your body. "Everything on you mesmerizes me." You gasped as the cold breeze hit your body which caused a shudder. You remained quiet, unable to speak. He brought your face to his and kissed you passionately. After all the nights of you masturbated to the thought of his hands caressing your body and here he was actually doing it. You leaned into his kiss as he deepened it. His hands traced your body, lips never leaving yours as he pushed you to the bed.

Your mouths wrestled until you succumbed to his touch. “Let me teach you what happens when you don't pay attention and lie to your captain.,” He said. You began to touch all over him. You took his shirt revealing his chiseled chest. You moaned at the sight.

He kissed your lower half. His eyes watched you with such passion behind them. Your body squirmed as he kissed down to your inner thighs teasing you. You moaned but then he came back to your face and kissed you again. You tugged at his pants wanting him to pull them off. He pulled his pants and underwear off as his member popped out, slapping his stomach. Your eyes grew wide at the sight of the glistening cock with precum. You reached out to grab it to kiss the swollen tip. His body shuttered. You began to slowly take him into my mouth. “Fuc,k baby.” He said. He took his hand and placed it lightly on the back of your head. You were mentally preparing for him to push your head down onto him more but he caressed your head instead. This caused the heat between your legs to grow started to bob your head faster, using his groans as motivation. You could feel him twitch in my mouth as he released his juices while letting out a loud groan. You looked him in the eyes as you swallowed, and a grin appeared on your face. He was so taken aback by the action. He pulled you up and kissed your lips rough but passionately. He hovered over you, taking his member and rubbing it around your folds. He bit his lip and you gripped his shoulders as he looked down at your soaking-wet cunt with lust and hunger. He slid into you and you both moaned when he was fully in. He gripped your hips as he began to thrust into you. "F-fuck, you're so tight. T-That's right, take my cock you fucking brat." He grunted out. His words cause you to get wetter and clench harder onto him. You both were moaning. You started to notice his thrusts getting sloppy as the ball in your stomach readied to explode. “Oh fuck Levi!” You yelled. He continued his hard sloppy strokes. “I’m going to- '' You struggled to get out. He looked at you and said, “Same time.” He kissed your lips as you both released your juices onto each other, moans coming out of both of your mouths. Bodies sweaty and chests moving up and down fast a you both let out pants. He stayed inside of you as he leaned forward onto your chest. “Next time pay attention, brat.”

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Bound by fate(2)

a/n: Last chapter, thank you for those that have liked or reblogged my story. I really needed more Dom!Levi stories and this is how the story ended up turning out.

Leviathan x MC. Hints of Mammon x MC, Belphegor x MC and maybe Simeon x MC.

Cw: Smut, Dom!Levi, kinda Yandere!Levi(he talks about locking you up), Jealous!Levi, a bit of degradation(the words slut and whore are used), Claiming Marks, Scenting, Mates, some Non-con(Belphie scents and pins you down without consent), Levi having one dick(sorry) Fem!MC, Angel!MC, kinda ooc.

First Part

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Two months had already passed, and Leviathan barely left his room, going out of his way to avoid you the few times he did. In response, you would leave food at his door when he missed a meal. It had become a frustrating routine, one that seemed to have no end in sight.

No matter how many times you knocked, he either ignored you or told you to go away, but not once did he open the door.

You sighed as you thought things over. You weren’t sure what else to do. Truthfully, you wished you could try to get him to open the door more often, but his brothers constantly wanted your attention, or you had to visit Purgatory Hall. You felt a warm sense of belonging when they sought your company, but it only added to your frustration that you hadn’t made any progress with Leviathan.

“Sweetie, what has you sighing like that?” Asmodeus asked, finally sitting on his bed where you were lying. He had whisked you away to spend time with him in his room after everyone had finished dinner, his charm hard to resist.

“Leviathan,” you replied with a pout. “He still hasn’t opened his door for me. I’m not sure what else to do.”

“He’s certainly stubborn,” Asmodeus said thoughtfully. “But dear, you only have to push his buttons. He’s the Avatar of Envy; you just need to make him jealous enough to pull you into his room.”

You grimaced. “I don’t see that going well.”

Asmodeus waved his hand dismissively, a playful smile on his lips. “Of course it won’t, but it’ll at least get him to talk to you.” He giggled, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “Well, there won’t be much talking involved, though.”

You flushed and averted your eyes, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

“You can ask any of the brothers, but if you want to make it authentic, just snuggle up to Mammon or Belphie.” He smirked, his gaze intense. “They’ve always had a crush on you.”

Your eyes widened in shock. You hadn’t expected that in the slightest, and now you didn’t know how you’d be able to hang out with them without feeling shy. The revelation left you reeling, a mix of surprise and uncertainty swirling within you.

“I don’t want to use them like that,” you mumbled, looking down at your hands.

“Well, darling, we can always find some other way,” Asmodeus said, his tone soothing as he gently stroked your head, fingers threading through your hair.

You nodded, relieved, but you didn’t notice the smile of mischief that Asmodeus had.

As you finally reached your room and laid on your bed, a sense of unease washed over you. Despite Asmodeus’s promise not to meddle, you couldn’t shake the bad feeling gnawing at you. The Avatar of Lust always enjoyed a good dose of drama and stirring people up. The last thing you wanted was to worsen things between you and Leviathan or to incite a fight among the brothers.

With a heavy sigh, you willed the troubling thoughts away and allowed yourself to drift off to sleep.

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Your worries proved correct. Over the next few days, Asmodeus began accompanying you to Leviathan’s room to drop off his food. His behavior shifted—he became flirtier, more touchy-feely whenever you both stood in front of Leviathan’s door. The pajamas he gave you, just before going to Leviathan’s door, were even shorter and skimpier than usual, leaving little to the imagination.

You began to notice that the sound of video games would stop abruptly as you approached, replaced by an eerie silence. The other brothers, too, began acting differently. They were nicer to you, borderline flirtatious, whenever they passed by you and Asmodeus in front of Leviathan’s door. Even Lucifer, though more subtly, was in on it.

You shot Asmodeus a glare and whispered as low as possible, “I told you not to meddle.”

“I’m just helping you, darling,” he whispered back with a charming smile, his eyes glinting with mischief.

You huffed, pouting. While it touched you that he wanted to help, you wished it wasn’t through making Leviathan jealous. You’d heard stories about how, if pushed too far, Leviathan would summon Lotan and cause destruction. Additionally, you were concerned about his low self-esteem. The last thing you wanted was to damage it further and make him shut you out even more.

You were glad you had asked his brothers about him and gathered all the information you could. Knowing what to expect was better than being clueless.

Lost in your thoughts, you snapped back to reality when you saw Mammon approaching. Out of all the brothers, he was the most flustered when trying to flirt with you. It was pretty cute, if you were being honest.

Mammon abruptly stopped near you and Asmodeus, his face turning bright red as he took in the nightgown clinging to your curves. “A-ain’t that too short?!” he exclaimed, quickly looking away.

Asmodeus smirked and almost purred, “Is it too stimulating for you?”

Mammon spluttered, seeming at a loss for words. Then he cleared his throat and finally looked at you with startling confidence. “Ya shouldn’t be lookin’ that good in front of anyone else other than the Great Mammon!”

You almost gasped at his words; they were extremely out of character. He was usually flustered when trying to flirt with you, and you could hardly call it flirting in the first place.

Even Asmodeus blinked in surprise before giggling in amusement.

The door swung open, revealing Leviathan in his demon form, glaring at Mammon. “Mammon,” he gritted out, “if you don’t get away from my door, I will summon Lotan.”

Mammon paled and scurried away. Even he knew better than to antagonize his brother when he was in one of his moods.

“Asmo,” Leviathan growled, his glare not softening. Asmodeus only smiled, threw his hands up in defeat, and skipped away.

You stood there, frozen, unsure of what to do.

Leviathan stared at you, his eyes slowly raking up and down your form. The grip on his door tightened. “I know I told you not to wear that type of stuff outside your room,” he rumbled.

You frowned. “Levi, is that really important right now?”

“It’s not fair that everyone gets to see you like that,” he huffed, still upset but reverting to his human form.

“Maybe you would be able to see me like this more if you actually left your room and stopped avoiding me or let me inside,” you said, irritation clear on your face.

Leviathan blushed deeply and looked away, avoiding your gaze. “As if I would let a normie into my room.”

You raised an eyebrow, challenging his statement. “Well, this normie can actually learn if you would just let me.”

He finally looked at you again, his face turning an even deeper shade of red, a mix of surprise and disbelief in his eyes. “I-is this a trick? Y-you actually want to s-spend time with m-me, a worthless otaku?”

You winced at his words. You didn’t think you would ever get used to him putting himself down. It hurt you that he thought so lowly of himself, that he couldn’t see the value you saw in him.

“Levi, I’ve been coming to your door for the past two months just trying to talk to you,” you replied soothingly, your voice gentle and sincere. “I don’t think you’re worthless at all.”

Leviathan put his arm against his face, trying to hide his tears from you. “I-I just didn’t want you to be even more d-disappointed than you must be already.”

“I was never disappointed in the first place,” you reassured him, your tone firm but kind.

You took a step toward him, the sound of his sniffling pulling at your heartstrings. All you wanted to do was comfort him, to make him see how much he meant to you.

“D-don’t lie to me! I-I know how d-different I am than I u-used to be!” His voice cracked, filled with pain and self-doubt, as he tried to wipe the tears away with his sleeve.

Your eyes softened with empathy, and you wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tightly even as he stiffened in surprise at your touch.

“I truly don’t care about that,” you whispered, gently wiping away the tears streaming down his cheeks. “I just want to get to know the person you are now.”

You waited patiently, feeling his body slowly relax in your embrace. After a moment of hesitation, he tentatively wrapped his arms around you in return, nodding slightly against your shoulder.

“O-okay,” he murmured, his voice barely audible but filled with a tentative hope.

You sighed in relief, a wave of happiness washing over you. You had finally broken through the barrier he had put up, and now you had the chance to reconnect with him.

“Let’s go.” You smiled warmly at him, taking his hand and leading him back into his room.

As you stepped inside, you couldn’t help but reflect on the events that had led to this moment. It seemed Asmodeus’s plan had actually worked, albeit in an unexpected way. You were grateful for the support of his brothers, even if their methods were sometimes unconventional.

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For the next few months, it became a routine to visit Leviathan’s room to spend time with him. He began coming out more often, even joining everyone for meals. These visits often extended into the night, as he enthusiastically introduced you to his world of anime and games.

The first thing he showed you was his favorite anime, “The Magical Ruri Hana: Demon Girl.” You binge-watched the entire series with him, and from there, he introduced TSL, then other anime and games.

Despite these shared experiences, he still considered you a “normie,” which you found amusing.

However, you noticed that Leviathan was careful not to touch you. Whenever physical contact occurred—either by accident or when you initiated it—he would stiffen up, blush, and quickly pull away. As someone naturally affectionate, this was disheartening, but you chose not to push him, respecting his boundaries.

Even though you didn’t press the issue, you couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed. Leviathan had been your lover, and you had shared one passionate night just before the Great Celestial War. Contrary to what humans and demons believed, angels were allowed to be in relationships and to claim and mate with other angels.

You regretted not pushing to claim each other. You understood his reasoning; he hadn’t wanted you to suffer the pain of losing a mate in the uncertain times of war.

One day, as you sat in the common room reading a book, Leviathan entered, calling your name.

“MC!” he called out, sounding nervous but determined.

You looked up, startled. “Yes, Levi?”

“I-I know you might have better things to do than spend time with a yucky otaku like me, but m-maybe, w-would you like to come watch anime with me?” he asked, a bashful smile on his face, his cheeks turning pink.

You smiled warmly at him, touched by his initiative. “I would love to. Just give me ten minutes to finish this chapter, and I’ll join you.”

His blush deepened, and he gave a jerky nod before scurrying out of the common room.

You giggled as you continued reading, but soon felt someone sitting next to you and leaning their head against your shoulder. Startled, you turned to see Belphegor with a sleepy look on his face.

“Hey, Belphie,” you greeted, closing your book and setting it aside.

“MC, want to take a nap with me?” he asked, blinking slowly and yawning.

He looked so adorable that you almost wanted to coo at him, but you shook your head. “Not this time. I’m about to go hang out with Levi.”

He frowned. “Eh, alright. You’ve been spending a lot of time with him.”

You flushed and looked away. “Of course. That’s why I was so persistent in getting him to open up.”

Belphegor stared at you blankly before suddenly pinning you down, his face buried in your neck as he took a deep breath, seeming to search for something.

“Belphie? What are you doing?” you asked, frozen in shock.

“I can barely smell Levi on you. He hasn’t scented or claimed you yet,” he said, lifting his head with a smirk, his eyes smoldering.

“That doesn’t concern you,” you retorted with a frown.

He hummed, nuzzling your neck. “That means you’re free to claim. Just because you used to be lovers doesn’t mean you need to get back with him. He doesn’t even have the guts to make a move, much less claim you.”

You struggled against his grip on your wrist, frustration bubbling up as his unwelcome interference continued. “I’ve already told you that it doesn’t concern you,” you said sharply. “I’m not rushing Levi into anything.”

Belphegor scoffed and finally lifted his head, his eyes locking onto yours with a mix of disdain and amusement. “Do you honestly believe he remained devoted to you?” he asked, his voice dripping with mockery. “I’m sure Lucifer shared with you how unruly Leviathan became after his fall.”

He tilted his head, a sly, almost predatory smile curling his lips. “He took your purity, never claimed you, and then leaped from bed to bed after falling.”

Your grace stirred within you, an undercurrent of agitation flaring up, making your eyes glow faintly with the intensity of your emotions. “How do you even know about that?” you demanded, your voice tight with indignation.

Belphegor rolled his eyes with exaggerated exasperation. “About your purity? It was so obvious. The way you two looked at each other afterward, how suddenly shy and distant you both became—it was clear to everyone.”

Your face flushed with a deep, burning humiliation, and you hissed at him, “What he did after he fell doesn’t concern me. I refuse to judge him for his actions.”

“Such a paragon of forgiveness,” Belphegor said, baring his teeth in a mocking grin. “Staying true to your angelic principles.”

Defeated, you slumped, knowing there was no breaking free from his grip. “Why are you saying this?” you asked, your voice tinged with hurt. “You’re being unreasonably cruel.”

“Because I want you,” he said bluntly, his eyes flashing with an intense, frustrated desire. “I’m tired of watching you pine after Levi while he continues to act like an oblivious fool.”

You stiffened, your body tense with frustration and disbelief. “You know how I feel, and yet you’re saying this?”

Belphegor, undeterred, nuzzled your cheek with his nose, his touch both intimate and intrusive. “I’ll help you get over him,” he said softly, his breath warm against your skin. “I’ve wanted you since the Celestial Realm, but my brother got to you first.”

You remained silent.

“If Levi truly cared about you, he would have claimed you by now or at least marked you with his scent,” Belphegor continued, his hand sliding down from your wrist to caress your thigh. His touch was gentle but possessive. “I’m not afraid to be with you. I just want you to give me a chance.”

He leaned in closer, pressing his forehead against yours, the proximity making your breath catch. His lips hovered near yours, brushing lightly with each word. “Please, give me a chance.”

You looked into his earnest eyes, a side of him you hadn’t seen before since moving in with them. The vulnerability in his gaze was striking, and you found yourself conflicted. Belphegor’s forwardness was a sharp contrast to Leviathan’s aloofness, and it stirred a part of you that had longed for such assertiveness since Leviathan’s fall.

“Belphie, I—” Before you could finish your thought, Belphegor was abruptly wrenched away from you, leaving a cold shiver running down your spine.

Leviathan appeared in the doorway, transformed into his demon form, his eyes blazing with a fierce, wild intensity you had never witnessed. His presence was imposing, almost primal.

“Belphegor, how dare you try to take what’s mine,” Leviathan growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble as he advanced slowly toward Belphegor.

“Yours?” Belphegor retorted, his voice dripping with mockery. “She’s not yours. You haven’t claimed her; your scent isn’t even on her. She’s fair game.”

Leviathan’s expression darkened, his rage simmering beneath the surface. “You know our history and what she means to me,” he said, his tone dangerously calm.

“None of that matters now,” Belphegor shot back, his eyes narrowing defiantly. “You should have claimed her back in the Celestial Realm or at least when she arrived here. If you won’t do it, then I will.”

The tension reached a boiling point as Leviathan’s fist flew toward Belphegor, striking him with a forceful punch that sent him crashing to the floor. The sound of the impact echoed through the room.

You gasped in shock, your heart racing, and rushed forward, grasping Leviathan’s arm in a desperate attempt to restrain him. “Please stop,” you pleaded, your voice trembling with urgency. “Nothing happened. Let’s just go back to your room and talk.”

Leviathan’s body tensed, and with a sudden, jerky movement, he yanked you closer. He buried his face in your neck, inhaling deeply, his growl growing louder and more intense as he took in your scent.

“He’s scented you!” Leviathan roared, his voice laced with a murderous fury as he glared at his youngest brother. His anger was palpable, a dangerous edge to his words.

The situation was rapidly escalating, and you clung to Leviathan, hoping your presence would calm him. He looked down at you with a fierce, determined expression, his teeth gritted. In a swift, almost brutal motion, he picked you up. You squealed in surprise, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck and your legs around his waist.

You heard the commotion in the background, brothers rushing to the common room to check on Belphegor. Others peeked out from their rooms, only to see you clinging to Leviathan as he carried you to his room. The last thing you heard was a giggle before he slammed the door shut, effortlessly getting you off him and dropping you onto a pile of sheets and pillows on the floor, which softened the fall.

You looked up at him with wide eyes as he knelt over you, his presence both imposing and magnetic. Before you could say a word, he tore your nightgown off with a swift motion, leaving you in just your bra and panties.

“Levi!” you gasped indignantly.

He ignored you, his face burying into your neck with almost aggressive fervor, nuzzling and inhaling deeply as if trying to erase his brother’s scent from you.

You squirmed and whimpered as he began sucking and licking your neck, leaving a trail of marks in his wake. Your hands rested on his shoulders, unsure whether to pull him closer or push him away from the overwhelming sensation.

“Be good and stay still,” he rumbled, his tail wrapping tightly around your waist, securing you in place. With one hand, he pinned your wrists above your head, his grip unyielding.

You whimpered but stilled. Though you weren’t opposed to what was happening, you knew you needed to talk before things went too far. Your mind fogged as his mouth trailed lower, marking the top of your breasts with the same intensity.

You barely noticed when he pulled down your bra enough for your breasts to spill over the cups. The coolness of the room made your nipples harden, and he wasted no time taking one into his mouth, sucking on the bud. He released your wrists and used his other hand to tweak your other nipple, his touch sending jolts of pleasure through you.

You whined, rubbing your thighs together as you felt your arousal grow. You could no longer ignore how wet your panties felt from his ministrations.

Leviathan finally lifted his head, his eyes dark with desire as he admired the marks he made from your neck to your breasts. He groaned at the sight of you—marked up, with rosy cheeks, teary eyes, bra tugged down, and tiny panties on, all while rubbing your thighs together.

He hadn’t even truly started, and you already looked absolutely wrecked.

“W-wait,” you stammered, placing your hands against his chest as he leaned down to kiss you, shaking your head.

He stilled, frowning. “Are you rejecting me?” His grip on your chin tightened as he leaned closer, his voice a low growl. “Because I don’t mind locking you up in here until you change your mind. You’re mine.”

Your breath hitched, and his words shouldn’t have turned you on as much as they did. “No, of course not. I just wanted to know what’s going to happen. You’ve been avoiding touching me this whole time, and now you’re not.”

He tilted his head, observing you like a predator ready to pounce. “I’m going to fuck and claim you. I was trying to ease you into things because of how long it’s been.” He gripped your thighs and spread your legs, his eyes darkening at the sight of the wet spot on your panties. “But I see I was mistaken in taking things slow. Too many pests want you, and I’d drown everyone before letting anyone else have you.”

“Belphegor should be glad he’s my brother because that’s the only reason I spared his life. There won’t be a second chance,” he continued, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra and tossing it aside once it came off.

“Once you claim me, Father and the Seraphim will know, and I’ll be banished,” you whispered, looking into his eyes.

“Yes, that’s the plan. From the beginning, you were supposed to be by my side,” he growled, still furious about how you were stopped from going with him. “But Simeon got in the way and stopped you.”

You winced, remembering the chaos after the Great Celestial War and your anger at Simeon until he explained his actions. “Simeon had my best intentions at heart. I was so much younger, and he was afraid I wouldn’t survive the fall.”

Leviathan scoffed. “He just wanted you for himself. He was always discreet, but his longing looks gave him away.”

You wanted to protest that it wasn’t like that with Simeon, but the words died in your mouth as Leviathan used his tail to rip your panties off. You gasped as the cool air hit your dripping core.

Now completely naked under Leviathan, you flushed and suddenly felt shy, especially after he licked his lips and his eyes dilated while spreading your legs wider.

“You know angels and demons claim each other differently,” you muttered, tugging on his shirt, wanting him to take it off. You didn’t want to be the only naked one.

He chuckled, tugging his shirt off and dropping it to the side. “Of course I’m aware, but you also know I can still make you my mate. Angels just aren’t allowed to do so; it’s instant banishment after judgment in the Celestial Realm.”

He cupped your cheek and pulled you into a smoldering kiss, deepening it by biting your bottom lip. You gasped, and his tongue invaded your mouth, coaxing yours to intertwine with his, making you whine.

You were lightheaded when he finally pulled away, a string of saliva the only thing connecting you.

His fingers trailed from your inner thigh to your soaking core, tracing a tantalizing path before he eased a finger into you. He pumped it slowly, his thumb simultaneously rubbing your clit in languid, torturous circles, sending shivers of pleasure through your body.

You mewled, your hips bucking involuntarily when he added another finger. He stretched you, his pace quickening slightly as he worked you open, his touch both gentle and demanding.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Leviathan groaned, his voice thick with desire as he kissed your neck, leaving a trail of heated kisses. His thumb circled your clit faster, his other hand finding its way to your breast. He pinched and pulled your nipple, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. The stimulation was overwhelming; you had only just started, yet you were already ready to cum.

“L-Levi!” you cried out, your nails raking down his back, leaving red marks in their wake. Your cunt fluttered around his fingers as he added a third, stretching you even further and making you gasp in surprise.

“That’s it, let go,” he muttered, his breath hot against your skin as he curled his fingers, hitting your sweet spot with precision. You arched your back, crying out as waves of pleasure crashed over you, your release gushing onto his fingers.

He withdrew his fingers from your cunt, eliciting a whimper from you, and brought them to his mouth, licking them clean with a satisfied moan. He was definitely going to devour you with his mouth and make you choke on his cock later, but for now, he needed to be inside you.

With a swift movement, he stripped off his pants, freeing his hard, leaking cock. He pumped it a few times, his eyes locked onto yours as you bit your bottom lip in anticipation. He was still so big and thick, the sight of him only making your desire burn hotter. The first time, he had been assertive but hesitant, yet now his confidence was evident, and it turned you on even more.

He flipped you onto your hands and knees, pulling your hips up and making you arch your back, presenting yourself to him. He rubbed his cock along your slit, coating himself in your slick before easing his way in. The stretch was intense, and you gasped, feeling so full as he filled you to the brim with a loud groan.

You had to remind yourself to breathe, gripping the sheets tightly as he started to move, his pace slow and measured to let you adjust to his size. Each thrust was deliberate, designed to drive you wild.

“Your cunt feels so good,” he panted, his voice strained as he fought to hold back from just pounding into you. He spread your cheeks, watching his cock slide in and out, mesmerized by the sight of your slick clinging to him, your cunt greedily trying to suck him in deeper. He cursed under his breath at the lewd sight.

He picked up the pace, setting a brutal rhythm as he relentlessly hit your g-spot. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed throughout the room, blending with your cries of pleasure and his guttural moans.

“S-so good,” you whined, bouncing your hips back to meet his thrusts, desperate for even more of him. Every nerve in your body seemed to be on fire, the pleasure coursing through you in waves, leaving you trembling and breathless.

Leviathan chuckled darkly. “What a dirty little angel. You like how I’m fucking you?” His voice was a low growl. He slammed into you with a hard, precise thrust, making you cry out in pleasure. “Just remember that I’m the only one who can make you feel like this. This cunt is mine.”

“Y-yes! Only yours!” Your voice was a high-pitched, desperate wail as your eyes rolled back in your head. He took a fistful of your hair and tugged hard, the pain mixing deliciously with the pleasure and making you clench tighter around his cock.

“Fuck, you’re such a slut. I was supposed to gently make love to you, but you really just wanted me to take you like the whore you are.” His words were laced with both amusement and possession as he moved your hair to the side, exposing the nape of your neck. He stared at the soft, vulnerable skin, knowing he was going to leave his mark there. His fangs extended as he increased the pace of his thrusts. His tail slithered around your body, the smooth, cool scales contrasting with your heated skin, and the tip of his tail circled around your clit, adding another layer of stimulation.

You let out a loud, lewd mewl, your body writhing under his touch as you slammed your eyes shut. You were teetering on the edge of orgasm, every muscle tense with anticipation. In a flash, your wings emerged, extending out as your halo shone brightly above your head, casting a soft, golden light.

Leviathan’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of your wings and halo, but he didn’t stop his relentless thrusting. The image in front of him was the epitome of sinful: pretty snowy white wings and a radiant halo out, all while you were being fucked dumb on his cock. He could already imagine how much more pretty it would be when those snowy white wings turned black and that shining gold halo transformed into horns.

“I-I’m cummin’!” You cried out as you gushed on his cock, trembling with tears in your eyes.

“I’m gonna cum in that messy little cunt while I claim you,” he growled, his voice thick with possessiveness. “No one will ever question who you belong to.” He leaned over you, his hot breath fanning over the nape of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. With a powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, releasing his cum inside your velvety cunt accompanied by a loud moan. His mouth found the tender skin of your nape, and he bit down hard, drawing blood. You screamed, the mixture of pleasure and pain blurring together.

You felt an intense wave of emotion washing over you—his deep love and passion he was currently feeling. It flowed through you as you shakily exhaled. Finally, you were his, and he was yours.

He slowly withdrew from you, eliciting a soft whine from your lips at the sudden emptiness and sensitivity. Gently, he moved you onto your back and gathered you into his arms, cradling you against his chest.

He nuzzled into your hair, a deep rumble of contentment vibrating through his chest. A blush spread across his face as the reality of what had just happened hit him.

“I love you, Levi,” you whispered, your voice soft and sincere while intertwined your fingers with his.

“I-I love you too,” he stammered, burying his face in your hair to hide his face, making you giggle sweetly.

“Simeon should be on his way to take me to the Celestial Realm for my judgment,” you mentioned absentmindedly, your thoughts drifting to the inevitable. You knew your fate was sealed—you would become a demon, either through your Father’s banishment or slowly by Levi’s side. The Celestial Realm, with its rigidity when it came to rules, insisted on formal banishment for angels who mated outside their kind. It was simpler to comply than to risk them taking you by force.

Leviathan tightened his arms around you, his embrace desperate and firm. “I don’t want you to leave. You can just go through your change here,” he murmured.

“I know, I’d rather do that, but we both know how the Celestial Realm is. Either I go willingly or they’ll take me by force,” you replied, your voice soft and resigned. You tried to send soothing emotions through your bond, sensing his growing agitation. His growl at the thought of you being taken by force was low and menacing.

The two of you stayed cuddled together for a few more minutes, enjoying the warmth and comfort of each other’s presence. Eventually, you gently urged him to get up so you could both clean yourselves. Despite the ache in your heart, you knew it was futile to linger.

As you were lost in thought, a knock on the door startled you. Lucifer’s commanding voice broke through the silence. “MC, Simeon is here for you.”

Turning to Leviathan, you gazed deeply into his eyes, your hands clasping his tightly. “Will you be there to catch me when I fall?” you asked, your voice trembling slightly.

“Always,” he vowed, before crashing his lips against yours in a fierce, hungry kiss. The intensity of it left you both breathless.

Panting, you reluctantly pulled away, resting your forehead against his. Even as you separated, your hands remained intertwined. Together, you walked to the front door, where Simeon waited. He smiled at you, but his eyes betrayed the sadness he felt.

“Are you ready, MC?” Simeon asked softly, his voice laced with concern.

You nodded, turning to Leviathan for one last fleeting kiss. “I’ll see you soon,” you whispered, squeezing his hand before letting go and stepping to Simeon’s side. The two of you walked out of the house, moving towards Barbatos, who stood waiting with a solemn expression.

“Are you happy?” Simeon whispered, his hand twitching as if to cup your cheek. He stopped himself, knowing that right didn’t belong to him—perhaps it never had.

“Extremely,” you replied, smiling brightly. Simeon could only smile back, though the sorrow in his eyes was unmistakable.

You didn’t regret anything.

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Only a few days had passed, and now, judgment day had arrived. You could feel Leviathan’s agitation and panic even from afar. The only reason he hadn’t found a way to storm into the Celestial Realm was that he knew you were still alive.

You stood in front of your Father and the Seraphim with your head held high, your heart pounding as they read your so-called “sins.” The celestial court was silent, the weight of their gazes almost unbearable.

“Is there anything you wish to say?” Michael asked, his voice echoing through the grand hall. A look of soft fondness crossed his face so quickly that you almost missed it. He should have known this would happen when he sent you to the Devildom where Leviathan was. You would never understand why he did it, though.

“No,” you replied, your voice steady.

At your response, the floor beneath you started to shake. Cracks spidered out from where you stood, and the ground slowly crumbled away. You tried to keep your composure as the marble gave way under your feet, plunging you down.

And you fell.

You closed your eyes, feeling the wind whip past you, the burning pain starting as your halo melted into your scalp and your wings ignited, turning into fiery remnants of their former glory. Every fiber of your being was consumed by pain, yet you weren’t scared. You knew someone would be there to catch you.

Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a protective embrace. The fall slowed as Leviathan’s familiar presence enveloped you. He cushioned your descent, his body shielding you from the worst of the impact as you reached the ground.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” he whispered in your ear, his voice soothing amidst the chaos. You could feel his desperation and relief, his resolve to keep you safe no matter what.

As he rushed you to the House of Lamentation, his pace urgent but careful, you clung to him, feeling the beat of his heart against yours. Despite the agony and the fear, you knew you had made the right choice.

You didn’t regret falling in love, and you didn’t regret falling from grace. Every moment, every sacrifice, had led you to this point. You would do it all over again, just to be with him.

A Game of Hearts

a/n: this was a random thought that I had when I was listening to music, I figured it would make a good story. Enjoy.

Inspired by the song break up with your girlfriend, I’m bored by Ariana Grande

Hints of All x MC. Leviathan x Succubus(yes, there’s mentions of them kissing). Endgame is Leviathan x MC.

Cw: Smut, Dom!Levi, kinda brat!MC, Manipulative!Levi, Manipulative!MC(everyone is manipulative here), Jealous!MC, Possessive!Levi, sprinkle of yandere and obsessive love, Levi having two dicks, Double Penetration, Anal Sex, Levi’s Tail, a bit of degradation(the use of the word slut is used once), Fem!MC, kinda ooc.

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You got me some type of way (Hmm) Ain't used to feelin' this way (Mmm-mmm) I do not know what to say (Yeah, yeah) But I know I shouldn't think about it

You knew exactly how each of the brothers felt about you, and you knew you were playing a dangerous game. Their affections weren’t subtle—they radiated from them like heat from a flame. And yet, despite the intense emotions swirling around you, it was impossible to choose just one. If it were up to you, you’d have them all, but you understood that wasn’t how things worked, especially not with demons as possessive as they were.

Leviathan, the Avatar of Envy, was a particularly complicated case. He had always been your favorite, even if you never said it out loud. There was a magnetic pull between you two that neither of you could deny, but it was a constant dance of push and pull. You knew he hated the situation—hated that he couldn’t claim you as his own, but what could he do? You weren’t his, and he knew it.

They all tried to win you over in their own ways. Lavish gifts, words of devotion, subtle touches meant to stake a claim—they spared no effort in their pursuit of you. And while you appreciated their affection, it wasn’t enough to make you choose. You flirted, you teased, you kissed each of them on occasion, but you never went further than that. No matter how much they wanted you, you refused to be anyone’s possession.

One afternoon, after a week of intentionally keeping your distance, you found yourself standing outside Leviathan’s room. You hesitated for a moment before knocking, almost reluctant to admit how much you had missed him. “It’s me, Levi,” you called softly.

There was a brief silence before his voice came through the door, low and cautious. “Come in.”

You pushed the door open and stepped inside, a familiar sense of comfort washing over you as you entered his space. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the glow of his massive TV screen, where an anime played in the background. Leviathan was lounging in his favorite beanbag chair, eyes fixed on the screen.

He glanced at you briefly, acknowledging your presence before returning his gaze to the show. His lack of reaction caught you off guard; normally, he’d be flustered, his cheeks tinged with that adorable blush you loved so much.

A pout tugged at your lips as you crossed the room and settled yourself on his lap, draping your arms around his neck. You could feel the warmth of his body through his clothes, the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek. “I’ve missed you,” you murmured, nuzzling closer to him.

The response was immediate. Leviathan stiffened beneath you, and then, as if on cue, his face flushed a deep shade of red. “Y-you can’t just say stuff like that out of nowhere!” he stammered, his voice shaky. His arms hesitated before they finally wrapped around your waist, holding you close as if he were afraid you might slip away.

You giggled, pleased with the reaction you had coaxed out of him. His earlier indifference had stung, and you were glad to see the familiar awkwardness return. This was the Leviathan you knew and adored—the one who got so easily flustered in your presence.

“U-um, I-I missed you too,” he mumbled, his breath warm against your hair. He took a deep, steadying breath, as though gathering the courage to say something important. His fingers fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, a nervous habit you had come to recognize.

“I-I have to tell you something,” he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper.

You pulled back slightly to look at him, noticing the seriousness in his eyes. It wasn’t like Leviathan to be so somber, and it set off alarm bells in your mind. You hoped he wasn’t about to bring up the topic of exclusivity again. That conversation never ended well, and you weren’t in the mood for another argument.

But what he said next wasn’t at all what you expected. “I-I have a girlfriend.”

For a moment, you froze, his words not quite registering. A girlfriend? Leviathan? You blinked, trying to process the information as he continued speaking, his words a blur in your ears. Something about how they met, her name, little details that normally would have piqued your interest, but all you could focus on was the fact that Leviathan, your Leviathan, had found someone else.

“Well, congratulations!” you said, forcing a bright smile onto your face as he finished talking. Your voice sounded cheerful, almost too cheerful, but inside, a storm was brewing. Anger, confusion, and something else—something darker—twisted in your chest. You hadn’t expected this. You hadn’t prepared for it. And now, the realization that Leviathan had given his affection to someone else was like a punch to the gut.

Making up a quick excuse, you slipped out of his room and retreated to your own, the smile dropping from your face the moment you closed the door behind you. You were seething. Was it fair to be angry? Probably not. After all, you had been the one to refuse exclusivity, the one who had kept toying with him and his brothers. But logic didn’t matter right now. What mattered was that Leviathan had done something you hadn’t anticipated, and it felt like a betrayal.

Were you a hypocrite? Yes, absolutely. You could admit that. But did you care? Not in the slightest.

But now, as you sat on the edge of your bed, staring blankly at the wall, a new thought began to form in your mind. Was his having a girlfriend really going to stop you from getting what you wanted? The thought should have brought guilt—after all, you liked to think you were a good person, someone with morals. But as the idea took root, you realized with a dark thrill that you didn’t care about being good, not when it came to Leviathan.

His little girlfriend was nothing more than an obstacle, and you were more than ready to remove it. If you had to ruin his relationship to get what you wanted, then so be it. Sacrifices had to be made, and this one would be worth it.

A slow, wicked smile spread across your lips as you began to plot, your mind already racing with possibilities. Leviathan wouldn’t know what hit him.

Took one fuckin' look at your face (Hmm) Now I wanna know how you taste (Mmm-mmm) Usually don't give it away (Yeah, yeah) But you know I'm out here thinkin' 'bout it

From that day on, you made it your mission to spend as much time with Leviathan as possible, even if it meant brushing off his brothers’ constant invitations. They would text or call, suggesting movie nights, outings, or even simple walks, but you always found a way to politely decline. Each time, you used some excuse or another to make your way to Leviathan’s room instead.

Leviathan was a shut-in by nature, and you knew that. His room was his sanctuary, a place where he could immerse himself in his beloved anime and video games. He rarely went out unless it was something important, which is why it shocked you to discover he had plans with her—plans that involved leaving the house. The mere thought of it irked you, so you intervened in the only way you knew how: with a pout and a whine.

You’d perfected the art of manipulation, and Leviathan was particularly susceptible to your charms. Every time you pouted, his resolve would crumble. “I was really looking forward to spending time with you,” you would say, your voice soft and full of unspoken longing. And every time, without fail, he would relent, canceling his plans with her to stay with you in his room instead.

The dark satisfaction that ran through you with each victory was intoxicating. You had him wrapped around your finger, and you relished in that power.

Despite your efforts, you never crossed any physical boundaries with him. It wasn’t out of restraint or respect, but rather a calculated move on your part. You knew how to keep him on edge, how to keep him wanting more without actually giving him what he desired. You’d tease him relentlessly, brushing your fingers against his skin, leaning in close as if you were about to kiss him, only to pull away at the last second. You could see his self-control cracking, bit by bit, with each encounter. But you were patient, willing to wait until the moment was perfect.

This little game of yours continued for weeks, each day bringing you closer to the inevitable confrontation with her. It was only a matter of time before you crossed paths, but you never expected it to happen the way it did.

You had been lounging in the common room when you heard the front door open and the unmistakable sound of someone entering Leviathan’s room. Your phone buzzed almost immediately, the group chat with the brothers erupting with messages. They were all shocked, practically in disbelief that a pretty succubus had come to see Leviathan.

Your annoyance flared instantly, the idea of her being in his room—your space—infuriating. You pushed yourself off the couch and made your way to his door, the irritation simmering just beneath your calm exterior. You knew what was happening behind that door, and the thought of interrupting them filled you with a twisted sense of pleasure.

Without hesitation, you flung open the door and strode inside. The scene before you was exactly what you expected: the succubus was straddling a half naked Leviathan in his oversized bathtub, her shirt discarded to the side, and her hands fumbling with the waistband of his pants. Leviathan looked dazed, his face flushed, and his eyes half-lidded. But the moment the door opened, both their heads snapped in your direction.

You played the innocent card, quickly feigning shock and embarrassment as you prepared to leave. “Oh! I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize anyone else was here!” Your voice was high-pitched, trembling just the right amount to sell the act. Inside, you were sneering, pleased with the chaos you had just unleashed.

“N-no! W-wait!” Leviathan yelped, his voice cracking with panic. He practically shoved the succubus off of him, scrambling to pull his shirt back on as he rushed toward you. His movements were frantic, desperate to keep you from leaving.

You turned back, feigning surprise as you tilted your head to the side, studying his expression. You hadn’t expected him to react so strongly—you thought he would let you leave, maybe even feel a little guilty. But here he was, panicking at the thought of you walking out.

His face was a deep shade of red, his eyes wide with anxiety. “D-did something happen? I-I wasn’t expecting you today.”

You decided to take your performance up a notch, letting out a mournful sigh as you averted your gaze. “I just wanted to hang out with you,” you murmured, your voice laced with sadness. You blinked up at him with wide, doe eyes, adding softly, “But I didn’t mean to interrupt anything. I’m sorry.”

Leviathan’s reaction was immediate and predictable. He visibly melted and his blush deepening as his expression softened with guilt. He glanced over his shoulder at the succubus, who was now hastily pulling her shirt back on, her frown deepening with every passing second.

You caught the way she looked at you—like she wanted nothing more than to throw you out of the room. But you held all the power here, and Leviathan’s next words confirmed that.

“N-no! You didn’t i-interrupt anything! Y-you can stay,” he insisted, his voice trembling with desperation. He hesitated for a moment before wrapping his arms around you in a tentative hug, as if trying to reassure you that he wasn’t mad. You smirked inwardly, savoring the victory as you nestled closer to him.

The moment was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. You felt Leviathan flinch, but he didn’t release you. Instead, he turned to face the succubus, still keeping one arm securely around your waist. His posture was protective, almost as if he were shielding you from her.

You took the opportunity to scan her from head to toe, taking in every detail. She was a classic beauty, with shapely curves, delicate horns, and dainty wings that twitched with irritation. Her eyes were sharp, narrowed as she assessed the situation, clearly not pleased with how things were unfolding. The frown on her face deepened when she saw how close you were to Leviathan, her gaze flicking between you and him with growing anger.

Leviathan seemed to tighten his hold on you, his grip on your waist firm as he introduced you. “This is MC,” he said, his voice a little steadier now, though you could still hear the remnants of his earlier panic.

“Hi! Nice to meet you,” you chirped, flashing a cheerful smile as you gave her a small wave. You didn’t bother to remember her name when she introduced herself—her words were irrelevant, lost on you as you tuned her out.

And so, you found yourself practically sitting in Leviathan’s lap as the three of you watched anime together. The succubus sat on his other side, though there was a noticeable distance between them. Every time she tried to scoot closer, Leviathan would subtly shift away, his attention completely focused on you. You could practically feel her seething, her humiliation and anger palpable as she realized that her boyfriend wanted a human woman closer to him than her.

You could barely contain your amusement, a smirk threatening to break through as you basked in the satisfaction of your victory. You had won this round, and the look on her face made it all the sweeter. You were having so much fun.

Break up with your girlfriend (Girlfriend) Yeah, yeah, ’cause I’m bored You could hit it in the mornin’ (Mornin’) Yeah, yeah, like it’s yours I know it ain’t right But I don’t care (Care)

By now, you were certain that Leviathan’s girlfriend despised you. It was impossible for her not to. You had made it your mission to intrude every time she visited his room, your timing so impeccable that it was almost as if you had a sixth sense for it. At first, you would catch them in compromising positions—her leaning in close, her lips just a breath away from his, or her hands trailing down his chest. But soon enough, they learned to expect your interruptions.

Now, whenever you burst into his room, you would find Leviathan on his computer, immersed in a game, or sitting a safe distance away from her while they watched anime together. It was almost laughable how far apart they sat. You had also succeeded in preventing him from going on dates with her. Whenever he had plans, you would intervene with a well-timed pout or a request for his company, and, like clockwork, he would cancel on her to stay with you.

Despite her growing resentment, you continued to spend all your time with Leviathan, even when she was there, sitting silently in the corner. Initially, your actions were driven by anger—an irrational fury that someone else was stealing Leviathan’s attention away from you. But over time, those feelings morphed into something deeper, something you hadn’t anticipated: you were falling in love with him.

Maybe this was always meant to happen, a slow-burning affection that would have eventually surfaced on its own. But seeing him with someone else accelerated the process, forcing you to confront your feelings sooner than you had expected.

The other brothers, who once fought for your attention with relentless flirting and playful banter, eventually began to understand the change in your priorities. They stopped inviting you out, the once overt and shameless advances they made towards you becoming subdued, almost hesitant. It wasn’t that they didn’t care for you anymore—they did, deeply—but they could see that your affection now belonged elsewhere. And so, they reluctantly stepped back, some more willingly than others.

You found it easy to brush off their advances now, your feelings for them transforming into a comfortable friendship. They were friends, nothing more, and you only had eyes for one demon.

With Leviathan, however, things were different. You began to escalate your flirting, pushing the boundaries of what had once been innocent teasing. Every time you were alone with him, you upped the stakes—brushing your fingers along his arm, letting your hands linger on his shoulders, or sitting a little too close to him.

You could see the effect it was having on him, the way his breath would hitch whenever you leaned in, the way his hands would twitch as if he were restraining himself from pulling you closer.

Each encounter left him more desperate than the last, his need for you growing with each passing day. He would pull you into his lap at every opportunity, his grip on your hips firm and possessive. There were moments when he came so close to kissing you, his lips hovering just inches from yours, his breath warm against your skin, and you could feel the tension crackling in the air between you.

But everything came to an abrupt halt nearly three months into your little game. It was a quiet evening, the kind where time seemed to slow down, and the outside world felt far away.

You were in Leviathan’s room, nestled comfortably on his lap in his oversized bathtub. The atmosphere was relaxed with you scrolling absentmindedly through your D.D.D, checking messages and updates, while he sat behind you, his arms loosely wrapped around your waist as he read one of his favorite mangas.

You knew it was time to push a little further, so with a mischievous glint in your eye, you locked your D.D.D and set it aside. Shifting your weight, you straddled his lap, feeling the heat radiating between you as you pressed your body closer. Your lips found the sensitive skin of his neck, planting a soft kiss that made his breath hitch.

The reaction was instant, subtle but unmistakable, as he slowly set the manga down beside the bathtub, all his attention now on you.

His hands moved with deliberate intent, pulling you tighter against him until your chests were pressed flush together. The firm pressure of his hand as it squeezed the swell of your ass beneath your skirt sent a shiver down your spine. His voice, low and dark, whispered in your ear, “You really are a brat who likes to play games.”

The words hung in the air, and you froze, momentarily caught off guard by the sudden shift in his demeanor. It was as if a switch had flipped inside him, transforming the shy, awkward otaku you knew into someone rough and commanding.

His grip tightened possessively, and you felt a rush of adrenaline at the realization that he was no longer just playing along. He knew. And he was going to make sure you knew it too.

Trying to regain some semblance of control, you retorted, “I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

A scoff escaped his lips as he nipped harshly at your earlobe, the sudden sting making you squeak in surprise. His other hand found your waist, guiding your hips over the growing bulge beneath his sweatpants. The hardness you felt made your mouth water with anticipation, and you couldn’t help but grind your aching, clothed core against him, seeking friction.

“Did you think I didn’t notice your little schemes?” His voice rumbled with amusement, his breath hot against your skin as he began trailing kisses along your neck, each one a slow, deliberate mark of his claim. “Really, it was adorable.”

Your face flushed with indignation, the heat spreading down your neck as you tilted your head, exposing more of your throat to him despite yourself. “You knew, and yet you continued.”

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through your chest. “It was hot, seeing you get jealous like that,” he admitted with a nonchalant tone that only fueled your frustration.

His lips found your jaw, nipping gently as his demon form began to emerge. You felt his claws brush against your skin as he hitched up your skirt, and before you could protest, he used one sharp claw to slice through the delicate fabric of your panties. The sudden sensation sent a thrill through you as he effortlessly discarded the ruined garment.

Determined to reclaim some power, you narrowed your eyes and bit down hard on the junction between his neck and shoulder. The action drew a throaty moan from him. It annoyed you that he had known all along what you were up to, and you took your frustration out on his skin, sucking harshly until you were sure your marks would be there for days.

Satisfied with your handiwork, you finally lifted your head, expecting him to retaliate. He leaned in to kiss you, but you tutted, turning your head away with a mock sigh of sadness. “I should probably leave,” you teased, feigning regret. “You still have a girlfriend, so I can’t do this with you.”

You began to lift yourself off his lap slowly, testing his reaction, and it was immediate. A dark growl escaped his throat as he nearly slammed you back down, his grip on your hips bordering on painful. The intensity of his actions sent a jolt of arousal through you, and you had to bite back a moan.

“Don’t you dare leave,” he growled, his eyes narrowing dangerously. His hands tightened their hold on your hips, and you could already feel the bruises forming beneath his fingers. Without releasing you, he fished his D.D.D from his pocket, as he swiftly typed out a message. He shoved the screen in your face as if daring you to question him.

Your eyes widened as you read the text he’d sent to his girlfriend: “We’re done. Don’t contact me again.” The notification that he had blocked her followed, a finality that made your heart race.

You couldn’t help but hum in satisfaction, your lips curling into a pleased smile. At your acknowledgment, he tossed his D.D.D aside with little care, his full focus returning to you. Leaning in, you brushed your lips against his teasingly and whispered coyly, “I guess you can have me now.”

He didn’t hesitate. His lips crashed against yours with a desperate, hungry need that made your head spin. The kiss quickly turned heated, his teeth sinking into your bottom lip, drawing a gasp from you. His tongue plunged into your mouth, starting a fierce battle for dominance. You fought back briefly, savoring the taste of him, but it wasn’t long before you found yourself willingly surrendering. The way he took control made you whine in pleasure, your lips swollen and slick with spit by the time he finally pulled away.

Impatience flickered in his eyes as he hastily yanked off his shirt, flinging it aside without a second thought. Your gaze darkened with desire as you drank in the sight of his sculpted chest, your eyes tracing the defined ridges of his abs as they flexed with every movement. Years of swimming and rigorous training with his fleet had honed his body and you couldn’t help but marvel at how sexy he looked.

A sharp gasp escaped your lips when he reached for your shirt, his hands nearly tearing the fabric in his rush to remove it. He discarded it with the same urgency as his own, and you felt a thrill of anticipation race through you.

Your fingers quickly unclasped your bra, knowing that if you hesitated for even a moment, it would be ripped apart just like your panties. Now, with only your skirt remaining, you were almost completely exposed before him. The sight of him still clad in his sweatpants only heightened your sense of vulnerability, making your skin prickle with anticipation.

You sank to your knees, sliding down between his thighs, your focus zeroing in on the prominent bulge straining against the soft material of his sweatpants. Your hands trembled slightly as you reached for the waistband, eager yet nervous, and you slowly tugged it down, revealing his cock. The sight that greeted you made your breath catch in your throat—it wasn’t just one, but two thick, pulsing lengths, both flushed an angry red at the tips and glistening with precum.

Your eyes widened in surprise, and you couldn’t stop yourself from looking up at him, questioning. For a brief moment, you saw a flicker of anxiety in his gaze, as if he feared your reaction. But when you gave him a soft, reassuring smile and wrapped your hand around his upper cock, the tension in his shoulders melted away. Relief washed over him as he saw that you weren’t disgusted or frightened, only intrigued.

Determined to show him just how much you wanted this, you shifted your focus back to his cocks. You gently traced your finger along the tip of his upper length, feeling the slickness of his precum as you spread it down the shaft. A low gasp escaped his lips, and you reveled in the sound. Leaning forward, you parted your lips and engulfed the tip of his lower cock, swirling your tongue around the sensitive flesh as you began to suck, drawing a deep groan from him.

Your hand continued to stroke the upper cock in slow, deliberate movements, your fingers squeezing and releasing in rhythm with the motions of your mouth. As you worked to take more of him into your mouth, you were suddenly jolted by the unexpected sensation of his tail brushing against your clit. A sharp gasp escaped you, your body tensing at the sudden pleasure.

“Fuck, just like that,” Leviathan groaned, his voice thick with need. His hands tangled in your hair, the grip firm but not painful, as he urged your head down, pushing more of his lower cock into your mouth. His tail, meanwhile, continued its slow, teasing journey along your slit, the tip of it gently prodding at your entrance before finally slipping inside your wet heat.

A whimper of need escaped you as his tail began to thrust inside you, each movement sending sparks of pleasure through your body. You quickened the pace of your hand on his upper cock, your fingers twisting occasionally as you bobbed your head, trying to take him deeper into your mouth. The taste of him, salty and slightly bitter, coated your tongue as you struggled to keep up with his demanding pace. When his cock hit the back of your throat, you gagged, the sound muffled but audible.

The reaction only seemed to spur him on. Levi tightened his grip on your hair, holding you in place as he started to thrust more roughly into your mouth, his hips snapping forward with a force that left you breathless. The wet, lewd sounds of your gagging filled the room, mingling with his harsh breaths and the steady rhythm of his tail thrusting into your cunt. Each movement of his tail was precise, the tip of it rubbing against your sweet spot with every thrust, driving you closer to the edge.

Your hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more of that delicious friction, and you could feel the coil of pleasure tightening in your belly. Every inch of your body was on fire, your senses overwhelmed by the combined sensations of his cock filling your mouth, his tail fucking you from behind, and the raw, unrestrained desire radiating from him.

A whine of disappointment escaped your lips as Leviathan’s tail slid out of your cunt, leaving you feeling empty. Slick with your fluids, the tail glistened in the dim light as it moved up, tracing a teasing path to your ass. Your eyes widened in surprise as it circled your tight hole, and when it began to slowly press inside, the sensation was shocking, but far from unwelcome. The unexpected intrusion only made your arousal spike, a fresh wave of wetness pooling between your thighs.

Leviathan’s pace didn’t falter as he continued to fuck your mouth, his hips thrusting steadily as your hand worked to jerk off his upper cock. You could feel the tension building in his body, a sign that he was close to release. The desperate way his upper cock pulsed in your hand and the way his lower cock throbbed against your tongue told you he was on the brink.

Just when you anticipated the rush of his cum filling your mouth, he abruptly pulled you off his cock, his grip firm as he made you release his other one just before he could finish. Despite this, his tail didn’t miss a beat, continuing its relentless thrusting in your ass, keeping you on the edge.

A soft, frustrated mewl escaped you, your teary eyes pleading as you looked up at him—you had wanted to taste him, to feel the hot spurts of his cum in your mouth. He chuckled at your expression, running a hand through his indigo hair, pushing back his sweat-soaked bangs to get a better look at you. His chest heaved, glistening with sweat that trickled down the ridges of his abs, and he finally peeled off his sweatpants completely, tossing them aside.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he cooed, his voice laced with both amusement and lust as his finger traced the curve of your lower lip. “I want to cum inside your tight cunt and ass.”

The heat in your body intensified at his words, a deep flush spreading across your cheeks as a needy moan slipped from your lips. Even as his tail withdrew from your ass, leaving you stretched and wanting, you couldn’t suppress the anticipation building inside you.

With deliberate care, he laid you on your back, his hands gentle but possessive as he removed your skirt, leaving you completely bare before him. His eyes roamed your body, his gaze hungry as he licked his lips. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, almost to himself, “and now you’re finally mine.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his declaration, a rush of emotion swelling in your chest. Yes, you were his—completely and utterly his. The thought made you almost shy, and you nodded, your voice soft as you whispered, “Yes, I’m yours.”

A growl of satisfaction rumbled in Leviathan’s chest, his eyes darkening with desire. “I’m going to fucking ruin you,” he vowed, his voice low and intense.

Without warning, he flipped you onto your hands and knees, his movements rough. He pressed your head down into the pillows, lifting your hips high as he positioned himself behind you, your back arching instinctively under his touch. The sensation of his lower cock rubbing against your slick folds sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine, while his upper cock pressed insistently against your already stretched asshole.

With agonizing slowness, he pushed both cocks inside you, your body trembling as you felt them stretch you to your limits. A loud moan tore from his throat as he fully seated himself inside you, the sensation overwhelming.

You shuddered, your breath hitching as you felt the fullness of him in both your cunt and ass. The stretch bordered on painful, but the pleasure that accompanied it made the discomfort worth it. The way he filled you completely, claiming you so thoroughly, sent waves of pleasure crashing through your body.

He began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, giving you time to adjust. Your hands clawed at the sheets beneath you, trying to ground yourself in the midst of the overwhelming sensations.

The wet, lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the air, mingling with his deep, guttural moans and your desperate cries of pleasure. Drool pooled at the corner of your mouth, slipping down your chin as tears gathered in the corners of your half-lidded eyes. His thrusts gradually grew rougher, deeper, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure through your entire being.

“Mine, mine, mine,” he chanted, his voice a raw growl as he lost himself in the sensation of fucking you. His grip on your hip was bruising, his fingers digging into your flesh as he held you in place. With his other hand, he gripped your hair, yanking your head back so he could hear your cries more clearly. “Say you’re mine.”

“Y-yours! Only yours!” you whimpered, your voice trembling as you tried to push your hips back against him, desperate for more. But his tail wrapped firmly around your waist, keeping you from moving. The sensation of being so utterly controlled, so completely at his mercy, made your cunt clench tight around him, your release creeping ever closer.

Leviathan released your hair, letting your head drop back onto the pillows. His chest pressed against your back as he leaned over you, his breath hot against your ear as he fucked you with a brutal, unrelenting pace. His hand snaked down to your clit, rubbing it harshly as he whispered, “Cum for me.”

“T-too much!” you cried out, your body trembling with the intensity of it all—the relentless fucking of both your cunt and ass, the rough stimulation of your clit. It was overwhelming.

Leviathan’s response was a sharp click of his tongue, followed by a harsh, mean slap to your clit that sent a jolt of pain-tinged pleasure through you. “I fucking said cum, slut.”

With a scream, you shattered, your body convulsing as you gushed around the cock in your cunt. The tight spasms of your cunt and ass seemed to milk him, pulling him over the edge with you. With a deep groan, he thrust into you one final time, filling you with his hot cum.

You whimpered weakly at the sensation of being filled, his cum overflowing and dripping from both your holes as he gave one last thrust before pulling out. The sudden emptiness left you feeling dazed, your body trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Gently, Leviathan laid you on your back, his tail finally releasing its hold on you. You were completely spent, your body marked with bruises from his hands marring your hips and thighs, love bites scattered across your neck, your skin flushed and glistening with sweat. You looked utterly ravaged, and Leviathan couldn’t help but admire how beautiful you looked. The sight made his cocks twitch with renewed interest, but he knew you needed rest.

Your eyelids fluttered as you watched him step out of the bathtub, pulling his sweatpants back on as he shifted back to his human form.

You let your eyes close, exhaustion pulling you into a brief, blissful sleep, only to be gently roused by the sensation of a warm, wet rag wiping the cum from your body. You blinked up at him, still hazy from the afterglow, as he sat you up carefully, slipping one of his oversized shirts over your head. The fabric engulfed you, soft and comforting against your skin.

Leviathan climbed back into the bathtub, pulling you against him as you snuggled closer. “I love you, Levi,” you murmured, your voice barely more than a whisper.

He stiffened slightly, and you could almost feel the blush spreading across his face. But then he relaxed, pulling you even closer as he whispered back, “I love you too, my Henry.”

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The next morning, you and Leviathan made your way to the breakfast hall, an air of new intimacy surrounding the both of you. As you sat down next to each other, you couldn’t help but smile brightly, your mood light and content. Beside you, Leviathan’s face was a deep shade of red, but he kept his gaze steady, meeting everyone’s eyes with an unusual boldness.

The rest of the brothers were stunned, their gazes flickering between you and Leviathan. It was impossible not to notice the fresh love bites peppered along your neck, the clear signs of a night of passion. You were dressed in a shirt and shorts that hung loosely on your frame, clearly not your own. The brothers recognized them as Leviathan’s, the fit too big, the scent unmistakably his.

Leviathan, too, bore similar marks, his skin reddened in places where your lips had claimed him. Though his face was flushed, he met their envious, almost hostile stares with a look of smug satisfaction, the message clear: you were taken.

The entire situation had unfolded almost too perfectly. Leviathan knew you well—knew your possessive streak, your fiery temper. That’s how his plan to capture your attention had been born. Despite being a yucky, worthless otaku, Leviathan wasn’t blind to the reality of his situation. He was one of the seven lords, the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy—of course, he had fans. That’s where he’d found his opportunity.

He’d carefully chosen a random admirer, one who was eager and willing, someone who would be easy to approach. A few conversations, a little flirtation, and then the ask—an offer to start dating.

He’d known it was a gamble; the possibility that you might turn your affections toward one of his brothers had loomed over him. But he’d played it just right, giving you enough attention to keep you on the line, making sure you understood that despite everything, you were the one he truly wanted.

It wasn’t as if he had any real interest in the succubus anyway. She was merely a pawn, a tool to make you jealous. When he’d told you he was seeing someone, he’d felt the surge of envy radiate from you. It had been an intoxicating feeling, and he knew then that you would come back to him.

The full success of his plan only became apparent when he saw how you began to change. You turned down invitations from his brothers, ignoring their attempts to woo you. Leviathan could almost taste the sweetness of victory then. The only challenge remaining was to endure the presence of the whiny succubus long enough for his strategy to come to full fruition.

There were moments, countless times, when he almost faltered. When you teased him, pushing him to the edge with your coy smiles and lingering touches, it had taken all his strength not to break. But he knew he had to wait—had to hold out until your feelings transformed from mere jealousy into something deeper, something real.

He was painfully aware that he didn’t deserve your affection, that you were far too good for him. But that didn’t matter. What mattered was that no one else could have you.

When your demeanor softened, when your eyes began to linger on him with a tenderness he had longed for, Leviathan knew he had you exactly where he wanted. The shift was subtle but unmistakable—your playful jabs turned into gentle touches, your once-teasing words into genuine concern and affection. He could see the longing in your eyes, the way you would watch him when you thought he wasn’t looking. It was all falling into place.

The events that followed were exactly as he had anticipated. Yes, he had manipulated you, guided your emotions with calculated precision. But did he care? Not in the slightest. Because in the end, you were his. His to hold, his to cherish, his to love.

Leviathan was, after all, a master strategist. He had orchestrated this outcome with the same care and precision he used in his battles—only this time, the victory was sweeter than any he had ever known.

Irrevocably Yours

a/n: I always wanted to make a yandere x yandere fic. I feel like it didn't come off as dark as it could have been lmao.

Cw: Yandere x Yandere(which means usual talks about killing, love potions, confinement, etc), Yandere!Levi, Yandere!MC(but you're trying to do better), Double Penetration, Rough Sex, Levi having two dicks, some dub-con(there's protests at first but MC actually wants him), Fem!MC, kinda ooc.

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It was becoming too much—how you felt, the way your emotions churned inside you like a storm you couldn’t control. You were trying so hard not to give in to your usual behavior, to be normal, to keep it together. But the obsessive thoughts, the relentless impulse to take, to control, to own, were beginning to creep up, growing stronger with each passing day.

You’d managed to keep that side of yourself under wraps—relatively speaking—by focusing on anything and everything else. You buried yourself in distractions, anything to keep your mind off the darker urges. That was why you avoided relationships, why you pushed away any romantic feelings.

But that wasn’t enough anymore, because you were in love. Completely and utterly in love. The target of your affection was Leviathan, the shy, awkward, but endearing otaku. You hadn’t meant for it to happen; you’d kept your walls tall and unyielding, only offering detached friendship to the demon, just like you did with his brothers. But somehow, that detached friendship had morphed into an actual friendship.

You reasoned with yourself that it was okay to have a friend, as long as it didn’t become more. Friendship was harmless, right? You could handle that.

Wrong.

You quickly went from being just another normie to becoming his Henry, and with that came a shift you hadn’t anticipated. He started dragging you into his room more often, refusing to let you leave with those big, sad eyes and that lovely blush on his face. He’d ask you to stay just a bit longer, his voice tinged with a plea you found impossible to resist. Maybe your mistake was relenting so often, convincing yourself that you were doing it for the sake of your friendship, feeding into the denial that you weren’t crossing a line.

It was during one of those many nights spent gaming together that the truth hit you—like a bucket of ice-cold water. You were infatuated with him. The realization came when you found yourself wondering how you could keep him isolated, how you could ensure that no one else could be around him but you. The thought startled you, made you question everything. You were trying to be good, to do better. You couldn’t possibly be infatuated. That wasn’t you, not anymore. So you decided you needed to distance yourself from him, just a bit, so you could get over whatever it was you were feeling. It should have been easy, right?

Wrong again.

You didn’t anticipate Leviathan’s persistence. You thought of him as too shy, too easily flustered to chase after anyone, least of all you. But he never gave up. He whined in your ear, his voice desperate and needy, tugging on your clothes like a child afraid of being left alone. He even went as far as staying in your room with you, refusing to leave your side. It was so out of character, so unlike the Leviathan you thought you knew, that it rendered you speechless every single time. (And maybe, just maybe, another mistake you made was not paying closer attention to the hidden obsession lurking in his eyes, the way they darkened with something deeper, something more dangerous.)

Seeing such persistence warmed your heart, though. It showed you that he was willing to fight for you, to keep you close no matter what. Infatuation quickly turned into love—so completely in love. But just because you were in love didn’t necessarily mean it had to be obsessive or controlling, right? It could be a pure love, right?

Completely and utterly wrong. (And you wondered, in those rare moments of clarity, was anything you decided ever the right choice?)

The thoughts about being the only one around him consumed you. The maddening jealousy you felt when you heard him talk to his friends online, the burning urge to destroy all of his Ruri-chan merchandise—because how dare he love anything else but you?!—the overwhelming need to check all his electronics to make sure there was no one else… it all started to eat away at you.

All you could think of was him: Leviathan, Leviathan, Leviathan.

But still, you tried. You tried your best to fight it, because you were trying to do better. To be good. You wanted to love him in a pure, wholesome way. You didn’t want your love to be so obsessive, so twisted. But it was getting harder and harder to suppress the urges. (But were you really even trying hard enough, or were you just kidding yourself?)

It took all your willpower not to give in, but even with that, there were small things you did without his knowledge—like taking articles of his clothing, savoring the way they smelled of him. You took harmless peeks here and there at his computer and even his phone (and it wasn’t like he made it hard to figure out his passwords when he put it in right in front of you). Occasionally, you’d discourage him from going outside, convincing him it was safer, better to stay in. But it was all harmless, at least that’s what you wanted to believe, because at least you hadn’t snuck in a love potion to make him yours. (Not yet, at least.)

Still, you knew deep down that you couldn’t continue like this. The thought of hurting Leviathan twisted your heart—but you would, without hesitation, if he ever so much as looked at someone else. HE WAS YOURS. The intensity of your love for him made it clear that you needed to try again to put some distance between you, even if it meant spending time with one of his brothers instead. (It was almost laughable how desperate they were for your attention.)

That decision is what led you to your current predicament. It was your fault, yes, but your intentions were pure—at least, that’s what you told yourself. (Or was it that you were just too afraid to surrender completely?)

“I can’t,” you repeated firmly, holding your ground as you rejected Leviathan’s invitation to hang out. “I have plans with Beel.”

“P-Plans?” he echoed, his voice thick with disbelief, as though the word itself was foreign to him. His tone softened into a desperate plea. “Come on, it’ll be fun. Beel will understand if you cancel.”

The way he looked at you—so sweet, so hopeful—almost broke your resolve. But you knew you had to stay strong. “I already said I can’t. I’ll hang out with you afterwards.”

With one last, fleeting glance in his direction, you turned and walked away. If you had only looked back, you would have seen the dark, ominous scowl that had settled on his face.

When you returned from your outing with Beelzebub, who was sweet but unbearably boring, you found yourself debating whether to go see Leviathan. But you decided against it, reminding yourself of the need to maintain your distance, no matter how much it hurt. You clung to that conviction even as you ignored the constant stream of message notifications chiming from your D.D.D while you got ready for bed.

And maybe—just maybe—if you hadn’t been so completely lost in sleep, you would have noticed Leviathan standing silently at the foot of your bed, his demon form fully revealed, with slitted, orange-glowing eyes fixed intently on your figure.

This pattern continued for an entire week. You spent time with one brother after another, each day rejecting Leviathan’s invitations with an ache in your heart. But then, something strange started happening. Random pieces of your clothing—mostly your panties—began to disappear. Objects like your notebooks, chapstick, hair ties, and even pillows vanished without a trace. By that point, you knew it wasn’t just your imagination.

It made you want to scream. Someone actually had the audacity to take your things—and how dare they covet you when you belonged to Levi! The thought burned in your mind, making it nearly impossible to focus as Satan tried to engage you in conversation at the cat café. The soft meows and gentle purring of the cats around you did nothing to soothe the growing anger bubbling inside. Every time you saw a playful swish of a tail or felt a soft nuzzle, your thoughts drifted back to the house, to the annoyance you were going to have to deal with. You knew you’d have to investigate more thoroughly the moment you returned.

Once the two of you finally arrived back at the house, you were on a mission. Barely muttering a goodbye to Satan, you made a beeline for your room, your heart pounding with anticipation. The hallways blurred as you stormed through them, your mind solely focused on getting answers, to check and see if anything else went missing. Reaching your door, you flung it open with a force that made the hinges creak. But the sight that greeted you stopped you in your tracks.

Leviathan was sitting on your bed, his posture casual yet somehow possessive, as if he owned not just the bed but the entire space around him. His presence filled the room, and for a moment, you faltered, the anger you had felt earlier mixing with surprise and something else you couldn’t quite name (was it excitement?). You closed the door behind you, the click of the latch sounding louder than it should have in the stillness.

“Levi?” you questioned, your voice wavering slightly. The intensity of his gaze when he finally looked up at you made your breath catch. His usually soft and shy demeanor was replaced with something far more focused, almost predatory.

“Did you have fun with Satan?” he asked bluntly, his voice low and steady. The stillness of his figure, the way he didn’t move a muscle, made you instantly cautious. It was like he was waiting for something—for a slip, a crack in your composure.

“I did,” you lied easily, though the words tasted bitter on your tongue. The truth was, you had hated every second of your time with Satan, and it wasn’t just because of him. You loathed going out with any of Leviathan’s brothers.

Leviathan tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing as he observed you. It felt like he could see right through your lie, peeling back layers to uncover the truth you were trying to hide. The intensity of his scrutiny almost made you shiver. But then, as quickly as the tension had arisen, it dissipated. Leviathan looked away, his fingers beginning to fidget with his D.D.D. The shift in his demeanor was almost surreal.

“W-would you like to come to my room? We haven’t s-spent time together,” he asked, his voice softer now, almost hesitant. When he looked at you again, his eyes were no longer sharp and probing but soft and vulnerable.

You hesitated, weighing your options. It should be fine to go with him this one time. You told yourself you’d make it quick—just a few minutes in his room, and then you’d leave. The sudden foreboding feeling you had should had deterred you yet you chose to ignore it (or maybe you just didn’t want to see the signs right in front of you).

“Sure.” A word that sealed your fate.

As you walked with him through the dimly lit hallway, the anxiety grew stronger, tightening its grip on your chest with every step. Leviathan was close enough that you could feel the occasional brush of his arm against yours, and each touch sent a jolt through your body, heightening your unease. The closer you got to his room, the heavier the air felt, as if the walls themselves were closing in on you. You wondered if you would be able to bolt if things spiraled out of control, your mind already calculating the distance to the door and the speed you’d need to escape.

When you both stood in front of his door, the tension in the air was palpable, a suffocating presence that made your skin crawl. It was almost ominous when he opened the door and gestured for you to step inside, the sound of the door creaking open like a warning you were too stubborn to heed. As you walked in, your eyes darted around the room, searching for anything out of place, but everything looked the same. His usual setup, the familiar clutter of manga and figurines… So why were you feeling like th—oh.

Your breath caught in your throat as your gaze landed on his desk. Those were your items scattered across it, some new things that you hadn’t even realized were missing yet. And there, in his tub, nestled among his many sheets and body pillows, were your clothes, panties and pillows, arranged almost reverently.

You stood there, paralyzed by shock, even as you heard the door close behind you, the sound of the lock sliding into place echoing loudly in your ears.

“Levi, that’s… my stuff, my clothes,” you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper, but you knew he heard you. He was standing so close behind you now that you could feel the heat of his body radiating against your back, making you shiver involuntarily.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” he asked, his voice low and eerily calm, completely ignoring your statement as if it were irrelevant. His breath tickled your ear, sending another shiver down your spine.

This wasn’t what you expected. Leviathan wasn’t supposed to be like you, caught in the same struggle, battling the same obsession. The thought made your heart race. That wasn’t good—you didn’t want to be pulled further into obsession, into depravity. You wanted to be normal, to be better, to be good. You chanted those words to yourself like a prayer, a desperate attempt to cling to sanity, even as you finally turned to look at him.

He was looking at you with an intensity that made your breath hitch, his eyes locked onto yours as if you were the only thing that existed in his world.

But you couldn’t give in. You were determined to have a wholesome, pure romance with him. You had to resist, had to keep things from spiraling out of control.

“Don’t make me ask you again,” he growled, his voice dropping an octave as he grabbed your chin with a firm hand, his hold almost bruising in its intensity (and his aggressiveness shouldn’t have been so arousing to you).

“Things were getting too… intense. I just wanted a bit of space so things could mellow down between us,” you answered hesitantly, your words stumbling over themselves as you tried to make him understand. But even as you spoke, you could feel the flimsiness of your excuse, the way it barely held together under the weight of the truth.

“Intense?” He grinned, a smile that was more a baring of teeth than anything else, with an almost maniacal edge to it. His eyes gleamed with a knowing light, as if he could see right through you, as if he knew all the things you’d done behind his back, all the secrets you thought you’d kept hidden.

But you stubbornly kept your mouth shut. You could do this—you could talk him down, make him see reason. You would keep your distance and regain control (liar, liar, liar. All you did was lie).

“I know you want me. At first, I couldn’t believe it because why would you want me? But then, you started taking some of my clothes.” He looked deeply pleased as he let go of your chin, bending down to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck. His breath was warm against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine as he spoke. “I could even feel your envy, your jealousy when I’d game with my friends or when I gave too much attention to anything else that wasn’t you.”

You sucked in a breath as he slowly nipped at your neck, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that sent a jolt of sensation through your body, heat pooling in your core despite yourself.

“I thought things were going well,” he paused, his voice darkening as he continued, “but then you started spending time with my brothers. You were ignoring my messages and invitations to come to my room.” As those words left his lips, the nipping grew harsher until he bit down on your neck deep enough to leave a mark but not enough to draw blood. The sudden sharp pain made you yelp and squirm in his grasp, but his hold was unrelenting.

He snarled at your attempts to break free, the sound vibrating against your skin, and you froze again, your body betraying you as a wave of desire crashed over you. You wanted to give in so badly—you wanted him to be yours. You wanted to be his. This side of him was so unexpected but definitely not unwelcome.

“I need you to explain yourself. Now.” His grip tightened as he fisted his hand in your hair and yanked it back harshly, forcing you to meet his gaze.

You licked your lips, trying to steady your breathing. “Levi, this just isn’t… healthy. I’m trying to do better.”

He scoffed, as if your answer was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard. “We want to be with each other. Does anything else matter?”

His words were tempting, far too tempting. But you wanted your love to last, to be built on a solid foundation (but really, you were just a fucking coward).

“It does matter. How about you let me go back to my room so we can think about this?” you suggested, your voice trembling slightly. The grip on your hair tightened, pulling at your scalp, and you winced in pain (but you wanted him to be even more aggressive, to show you how much he loved you).

“You, better than anyone, should know that you aren’t going anywhere. If I have to tie you up, then I will.” He released your hair with a sudden force and pushed you down onto the floor. The impact was harsh, and you barely managed to catch yourself with your hands before your head could hit the hard surface. He stood over you, a blank expression on his face as he watched you struggle to steady yourself.

“L-Levi, just calm down. We can talk about this,” you pleaded softly, your voice trembling as he dropped to his knees, caging you in his arms against the cold, hard floor. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, mingling with the coolness of the floor beneath you. If he kept pushing, you knew you would give in.

“For someone who wants me just as badly, you’re protesting too much.” His voice was low, dangerously calm, as he leaned his forehead against yours. His breath ghosted over your lips. “But don’t worry, I’ll fuck the fight out of you. And if that doesn’t work, well, I don’t mind using other methods if it means keeping you with me.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn’t help the way your body reacted. Heat pooled between your thighs, your panties already soaked through. You almost moaned at the sheer threat in his voice, and you wondered just how much rougher he’d get if you kept resisting. Would he lose control entirely? (You hoped he would.)

“Levi, please. We can’t,” you whined weakly, your resolve wavering as his lips brushed against yours. You somehow managed to turn your head away, but the gesture felt futile. The air around you shifted as he pulled back, his energy darkening. When you glanced up at him, his demon form was already out—scales glistening under the dim light, coral horns out, his tail swaying predatorily, and his glowing orange eyes fixated on you with an intensity that made your breath hitch.

“Fine, I guess we’ll do this the hard way,” he growled in your ear. The words sent your mind spiraling, and before you could fully process what was happening, everything became a blur of heat and sensation.

You gasped, eyes widening as his hand slid under your skirt with purpose, fingers expertly finding your soaked core. He moaned—a deep, guttural sound that sent a thrill through your body—when he felt how wet you were even through the thin fabric of your panties. It was the only confirmation he needed, the last bit of proof that you truly wanted him, needed him, despite your feeble protests.

With a heated urgency, his hands tore away your panties and skirt, ripping through the delicate fabric like it was nothing. Your shirt and bra followed, shredded under his impatient touch, leaving your skin exposed to the cool air and his hungry gaze. He didn’t waste a second, pulling you into a smoldering kiss that was all heat and desperation. Just like that, your resolve shattered, crumbling beneath the weight of your desire. You returned the kiss with equal fervor because you wanted—no, you needed—him so badly it ached.

He smirked against your lips when he felt you go pliant in his arms, the tension leaving your body as you surrendered to him. His mouth broke away from yours, only to descend upon your chest, his hot breath trailing over your skin as he left a path of bruising bite marks in his wake. Each nip sent a jolt of pleasure-pain through you, drawing breathless moans from your lips.

Your hands tangled in his hair, tugging him closer as he zeroed in on one of your nipples, his mouth hot and eager. He sucked on the small nub, his tongue swirling around it before his teeth grazed the sensitive flesh, sending sparks of pleasure straight to your core. Meanwhile, his thick fingers pumped into your wet, warm cunt—two at first, then three, and finally four, stretching you open with a pace that was fast and merciless. The sensation was overwhelming, the roughness almost too much to bear, but you craved it. You needed more.

He didn’t give you a moment to adjust, didn’t let you catch your breath as he fucked you with his fingers, driving them in deep with each thrust. His thumb found your swollen clit, rubbing tight, desperate circles that had you crying out, your body arching off the floor. The pleasure was intense, almost unbearable, but you loved it.

You hugged him closer, your whines and pleas for more filling the room, mingling with the sounds of your slick arousal as his fingers moved in and out of you with relentless speed. He was going to make you cum already, and you hadn’t even gotten started. His mouth finally released your nipple, leaving it glistening with his saliva, and he pulled you into an almost desperate kiss, his tongue plunging into your mouth as he curled his fingers just right inside you.

Your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, crashing over you with a force that left you breathless. You cried out, the sound muffled by his mouth, and your cunt clenched around his fingers, gushing wetness all over his hand. He didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, riding you through your orgasm as if he wanted to wring every last drop of pleasure from you.

It was all so rough, so fast, but it felt so right, like this was exactly how it was meant to be. You could only watch with half-lidded eyes, your breath coming in short gasps, as he finally pulled his fingers out of your throbbing cunt. Your juices coated his hand and he brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean with a look of pure satisfaction.

But he wasn’t done. Not even close.

He leaned back, his glowing eyes never leaving yours as he reached for his zipper. The sound of it being pulled down was almost deafening in the silence that followed. He didn’t bother fully undressing, only tugging his jeans down just enough to free his cock—no, cocks. He had two of them, thick and throbbing with need.

Your mouth watered at the sight of him, and your cunt clenched on nothing as you imagined the sensation of him fucking you open on those thick, pulsating cocks. The mere thought made you shiver. You spread your legs wider, a silent plea, an open invitation that had him settling between them eagerly.

“This messy cunt belongs to me,” Leviathan rasped, his voice low and gravelly, as he rubbed both of his cocks against the slick folds of your cunt. The friction sent a jolt of pleasure through you, making you gasp as he gathered the wetness on the heads of his cocks, teasing your entrance with slow, deliberate movements. “You belong to me. I need you to remember that because I will kill anyone you so much as look at for too long. I don’t even want you leaving my room at all.”

You mewled softly at his words, the sound escaping your lips involuntarily, and you knew in that moment that there was no going back. You couldn’t deny it anymore—couldn’t even pretend to care how twisted your love had become, how unhealthy it likely was. All that mattered was that he was finally yours, and you would do anything to keep him that way.

“Do you understand?” Leviathan’s tone was harsh as he gripped both of his cocks firmly, positioning them at your entrance. He pushed forward slowly, just the tips breaching your slick, swollen folds. The stretch was intense, borderline painful, but the pleasure that accompanied it was undeniable. A high-pitched moan tore from your throat as your eyes became teary at the sensation.

“Levi!” you whined, desperation lacing your voice as you attempted to roll your hips down, to pull more of him inside. But his tail coiled around your waist, holding you firmly in place.

“I asked you a question. Do you understand?” Leviathan remained still, his gaze dark with lust, waiting for your answer. When you didn’t respond quickly enough, his hand moved to your breast, fingers tugging one of your nipples harshly. The sting made you gasp, a mixture of pain and pleasure that sent a jolt straight to your core. “Or are you so cock-drunk already that you can’t even answer me?”

“I—I understand,” you panted, finally finding your voice. You reached up, your hand tangling in his hair as you yanked him down, bringing his face closer to yours. “But that also means you belong to me. I will kill you and myself if you ever try to leave me.”

“Fuck,” he cursed, and you felt his cocks twitch at your words. His lips crashed into yours in a sloppy, heated kiss, all teeth and tongue, as if he was trying to devour you whole. The kiss broke only when he pulled back to latch onto the side of your neck that was still unmarked, his teeth grazing your skin before sinking in, marking you with more bruises that would be visible for days. And then, with a snap of his hips, he thrust both cocks fully inside you.

The stretch was overwhelming, the sensation of being so utterly full making you sob with pleasure. He didn’t give you time to adjust, his pace punishing as he pounded into you, each thrust harder and faster than the last. It was as if he were releasing all the pent-up anger from the week you had avoided him, taking out his frustration on your body. But you welcomed it, craved it even. You’d always loved the bite of pain with your pleasure, always been a bit of a masochist for it.

Moans mixed with cries of pleasure, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. It was loud, lewd, and unmistakable, and you knew anyone within earshot would know exactly what was happening. But the thought only fueled your desire for him, making you arch against him, desperate to take him even deeper.

You felt another orgasm building, coiling tight in your core as one of Leviathan’s cocks hit your sweet spot with each thrust, while the blunt tip of the other bumped against your cervix, making you see stars. The sensations were overwhelming, your mind going hazy as you babbled incoherently, slurred pleas and moans spilling from your lips.

Leviathan’s eyes were glued to your face, watching every expression, every reaction. The sight of you—completely fucked out, cock-drunk and lost in pleasure—sent a surge of smug satisfaction through him. He moaned loudly, the sound almost desperate as he lifted your legs, pressing your knees against your chest, and somehow, impossibly, drove even deeper inside you.

You wailed as another orgasm tore through you, your cunt clenching and throbbing around him, the pleasure almost too intense to bear. He whined at the sensation, his own pace faltering as he neared his release. With a final, forceful thrust, he buried himself deep inside you and came, his hot seed flooding your cunt. The feeling of him filling you, marking you from the inside out, made you moan weakly.

He panted heavily as he finally stopped cumming, his breath ragged as he slowly pulled out, even as you whimpered from the overstimulation. Cum leaked from your thoroughly used cunt, trailing down to your ass as he admired the state he’d left you in.

For a moment, he just looked at you—as if memorizing every mark, every bruise, every inch of you that he’d claimed. Then, with surprising gentleness and a now adorable flush on his face, he picked you up, holding you close to his chest. He carried you to his tub and he climbed in, laying down with you on top of him, his arms wrapped securely around you as he pulled a soft sheet over both of you.

You snuggled closer against his chest, your eyes fluttering shut as exhaustion washed over you. The romance between you two was never going to be pure, never going to be simple. It was twisted, dark, and even dangerous—but it was real. You belonged to each other, and that was enough.

You would do anything to keep him because Leviathan was finally yours. And really, this was the best outcome you could have hoped for. Now, you didn’t have to go through with your darker plans of somehow knocking him out and trapping him somewhere. You only hoped he took you seriously about never leaving, because you truly would kill him if he tried. He belonged to you, after all.

Flowers Prank

˚₊‧.⊹꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱˚₊‧.⊹ ꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱˚₊‧.⊹꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱˚₊‧.⊹ ꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱˚₊‧.⊹

𓆩⟡𓆪 levi, eren, armin, jean, reiner, orco, & erwin

note: you thank them for flowers they didn’t send you!

warnings: cursing, suggestive, sexual, toxic proco for you gremlins.

I BLOCK MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS || MDNI

Attack on Titan: 

The Lion’s Den

Zeke Yeager x Reader | noncon, forced infidelity, kidnapping, manipulation, creampie, praise with a dash of degradation, tiniest bit of blood, use of daddy, slight mafia/gang au

Private Affairs 

Erwin x Reader x Levi | voyeurism, rough sex, implied authority/power dynamics, established relationship (between Erwin and reader), praise, creampie

Apotheosis

Erwin Smith x Reader | breeding, talk of pregnancy, dacryphilia/tears, possessive actions, power dynamic/age gap, cum eating, excessive cum/creampie

Demon Slayer:

Heaving in Hiding

Kyojuro Rengoku x Reader | modern college au, step-big bro!Rengoku, stepcest, a very slight yandere tone, a bit of enemies to lovers, use of “darling” and “good girl”, cuddling and flirting, the smut comes quickly because I can’t help myself, oral (fem!receiving), facesitting, hair pulling, a little biting/marking, unprotected rough/passionate sex, small belly bulge, creampie

Jujutsu Kaisen:

Eye of the Storm

Satoru Gojo x Reader | Praise kink, body worship, mirror sex, use of “good girl”, a bit of overstimulation, Gojo is a definitely a simp, and Gojo is too pretty for his own good and so are you

My Hero Academia:

Moth to a Flame

Endeavor x Reader | authority/power-play, boss/employee relationship, age-gap, size difference/size kink, public heavy petting/fingering, rough sex, desk sex, praise kink, use of “good girl,” light choking/breath play, hand pressed over reader’s mouth, hair pulling, creampie (Enji is implied to be divorced, no cheating) trapped in an elevator for a while, so warnings for claustrophobia and elevators in general.

Call Me Daddy

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader | dilf!katsuki, daddy kink, breeding, age gap, authority/power dynamics, praise with a dash of degradation, rough sex, mention of bruising, claiming, creampie 

Nymphetamine [3 Part Series]

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader | alpha!katsuki, a/b/o dynamics, dubcon/noncon, enemies to lovers, kidnapping, blood, bruising, too much fucking purring, a lot of praise, some degradation, hair pulling, size difference, creampies and cum galore

Peep Show

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader | voyeurism (Katsuki is a peeping tom), masturbation, oral sex (fem receiving), rough sex, hair pulling, possessive actions, light degradation, praising, ~and they were roommates~

Daddy Lessons

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader | step-dad!Katsuki, step-cest, age-gap, daddy kink, quirk-play, spanking, implied power/authority dynamics, implied cheating, rough sex, bruising, marking, possessive actions, light degradation, lots of praise, creampie, aftercare

No Exit 

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader | stuckage, slight dubcon, praise kink, degradation, light spanking, thigh fucking, spitting (on the pussy), fingering, vaginal sex, creampie

All works © lady-lauren 2023. Do not modify, repost, or plagiarize my work.

eren finding out he’s been beating his dick to his best friend of ten years

part two

black coded reader <3

warnings; self explanatory, not proof read

this happened on a random friday night. eren had gotten home from one of the worst shifts he’s ever endured and needed to relieve some stress. for the past few months eren found himself frequently visiting one particular nsfw twitter account.

he found it a few months ago, same scenario, needed to relieve some stress yada yada.

after scrolling endlessly for the perfect video to get off to, his thumb comes to a complete stop once he sees you riding your pink dildo like your life depended on it. his volume was on max and the sounds that escaped your lips hit him like a freight train.

your ass faced him as you let out a string of obscenities. “f-fuck.” “ngh, shit!”

he found himself instantly tightening his grip on his cock and stroking himself to the rhythm of your hips working against your hot pink toy, covered in your orgasm.

your face was nowhere in sight but eren didn’t really give a fuck about what you looked like. he needed a quick fix and you were giving it to him.

before he knows it, he finds himself getting off to your videos almost every day.. abandoning pornhub completely and not checking for other nsfw accounts he was familiar with.

he doesn’t think about it in moment but one day your phone is perched in a way where he can see a little more than what you normally show. he sees the full canvas of your back but what really catches his eyes is the small birthmark on your shoulder. his eyes linger on it for a split second before putting all his focus back to getting his nut off.

…

“it’s hot as fucking balls, we should’ve came at like nighttime or some shit.” connie complains, fanning himself while being consumed by the scorching sun that peered down at the beach.

“relax it’s not supposed to be like this all day, con,” you reassure him, shrugging off your clothes in the process. you were for sure gonna get tan lines. “historia can you get my back with the sun screen please?”

eren was busying himself with helping reiner set up the beach tent but spared a quick glance at you while reiner was trying to fix the side he was holding. his brows knit together when he catches a glimpse of your birthmark. in the moment he doesn’t know why it throws him off. you’ve known each other for so long that it wasn’t his first time seeing it but something about it in that particular moments left him puzzled.

…

it’s another night, eren is once again in his lonesome with nothing better to cope with than fucking himself.

of course, he goes to your account and sees that you posted something two hours ago. he licks his lips in anticipation as he clicks on the video.

at this point he’s a minute in and already close to cumming. eren found himself cumming faster to you than he normally did with other partners he’s been with and he isn’t sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. (he chalks it up to him being involuntarily celibate for months)

but during the 60 second mark he glances behind you and catches a glimpse of something just mere centimeters away from you. the checkered logo that eren saw literally almost everyday for the last two years.

it’s the hoodie of the autobody shop he worked at. he stops pumping his dick, panting heavily, on the brink of a beyond satisfactory orgasm. his eyes are nearly bulging out his head when you take the hoodie up to your nose and a soft moan flowing out your plush lips as you take a sniff of the fabric.

you stop riding your dildo, laying hoodie on a pillow, mounting said pillow and eren can’t even bring himself to fathom what happens next.

you begin grinding your wet cunt against the hoodie he’d lent to only one person.

in that moment eren just realized he’d been pleasuring himself for several months to his best friend that he’d known since forever and the worst part is? he nutted all over his phone without even finishing pumping his dick.

Boss.

Inspired by: Just a neighbor by @ clumsy-jiminie.

Notes: There will be a prelude, ya'll know I like to work backwards. I haven't been inspired to write for so long, I'm so excited rn.

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Tiny (black fem OC); Rod Reiss x Tiny

Rating: R | Minors DNI

Warnings: infidelity, oral (f receiving), voyeurism, dirty talk, cuckolding(?) cigarettes

The sound of mattress springs creaking and a woman’s moans reaching a crescendo is what greeted Rod Reiss home after a long day at the office. The kitchen light Tiny usually left above the dining table to spotlight his cold dinner was out, blanketing the room in darkness and the ominous smell of cooked pork. Placing his briefcase down in the foyer, Rod rubbed his crinkled hands along the side of his weary face.

Above him, the creaking of the mattress lost its rhythm as a man grunted his wife’s name over and over.

It’s been a long day.

Rod took his time, palming the wall for the light switch and removing the foil cover of his late dinner. The sound of cutlery connecting with the expensive white china Tiny insisted he buy in the first year of their union was the only noise breaking up the long stretches of silence. After ten minutes of filling his gut, the undeniable smell of tobacco wafted through the long halls of the house, intruding into every room and sinking into every crevice.

Tiny must be knocked out by now.

Heavy boots made no attempt to conceal the even-paced steps traveling down the spiral staircase, the scent of cheaply harvested tobacco drawing closer.

The muscles in his neck spasmed as Rod tried to suppress the instinct to cower. The presence of his wife’s lover will forever make his stomach turn.

“I thought I heard the door earlier.” If Levi picked up on the unease his presence brought in, he didn’t let it show. Rod watched the younger man with envy as he strutted around the kitchen, in the house his hard-earned money paid for, fiddling around the stocked jars and baskets for a post-coitus snack, cigarette hanging loosely between two fingers.

“Such a shame you weren’t here when she cooked it. Pork is always best served hot.”

The knife in his Rod’s hand nearly snapped from the tight hold it was under. For a second, Rod wondered what the utensil would look like submerged in the meat of Levi’s neck. Would the silver of the metal look as good as he imagined if it was stained red with blood instead of the clear juices from the cut of meat?

“I don’t think Tiny will have the energy to walk to your marriage bed tonight, I really wore her out. Which is good for you, she’s always in a better mode after a good fuck.” This time, Levi spared his employer a coy smile, one cheek puffed out to make room for the buttered roll he decided on.

The knife clanged against the porcelain, the plate could break for all Rod cared. His stomach recoiled and revolted, unable to take any more of this farce of a civil conversation. He knew the young man only did this to get under his skin, skin that should be thick after the past year. It didn’t matter.

His pride couldn’t take it. It couldn’t bear the sight of the lowlife miscreant in his house, eating his food, fucking his wife, and gloating in front of his face with the smell of dried sweat and arousal clinging to his lean frame.

As if sensing the older man’s increasing ire, Levi stuffed the remains of his snack in his mouth.

“Goodnight, boss.” His steps slapped against the marble floor, up the stairs until he reached the room where Tiny slept, blissfully unaware of the maelstrom she was at the center of.

Rod left the dirty plate in the sink and took his time going up the stairs, following the steps of his junior, pausing briefly before the doorframe of Tiny’s personal room. The entrance was wide open, allowing Rod’s tired blue eyes to take in the sight.

The ebony stands of Levi’s hair were clutched tightly between Tiny’s fingers as his head nuzzled into the crevice between her plush thighs. There was no blanket to cover the supple flesh of Tiny’s breasts jutting into the air as her back arched off the silk-covered furniture.

The whines that dripped off her tongue called to him like a siren, his feet sinking into the floor until moving from the spot became impossible.

“Levi, Levi, Levi…” The name of another man filled his ears like wax. Her hips bucked as Levi dove deeper into her cunt, its wetness mixing with the saliva of his mouth to create a symphony of vulgarity.

“Ah, there baby. Mm…”

Levi’s hand moved in tandem with his mouth to work Tiny into a frenzy, plugging her hole with three long fingers with his tongue focusing on her swollen clit, showering it with all the attention it needed.

The room in his slacks decreased the longer Rod watched the two in the act. He had half a mind to sit down on the nearby chair inside the room. As he weighed the pros and cons of his options, Levi scattered kisses on his wife’s glistening brown skin, trailing from her core to her hipbone, up her soft stomach until his lips formed a suction around a pert nipple.

“Yes, Levi, yes!”

Finally, their lips smacked together as he drank in her wanton cries, all the while his fingers continued to plunge into her pussy. Tiny’s hands marked her lover’s shoulders and back, turning the alabaster skin red in the wake of her nails. One of her hands disappeared into the mess between them, wrapping around Levi’s cock by the way his body jolted.

“Fuck baby, You wanna get fucked? Need me to fill you up again? My fingers not good enough for your greedy pussy?” Tiny whimpered as he increased the speed of his thrusts. “You know your husband is home now?”

“Aah,”

“Oh, but you don’t care do you? Still want me? I’ll teach him to not leave his little needy wife at home with the help.” Though strained with lust, Levi’s voice came out loud and clear as if he knew Rod had stopped at the door and was unable to look away. “Make a mess for me and I’ll fuck you ‘til you break.”

The gush of wetness leaving her hole was audible even with the increased volume of her cries. Levi’s mouth trailed her collarbone, his low tone talking her through the intense orgasm lighting up her nerves.

“Keep your eyes open, princess. M’not done with you.” Her head shifted as the waves of pleasure slowed down. Rod gulped, his focus captured by the sight of his wife lifeless on the bed. Her legs spread further on the mattress as Levi situated himself between them. “Hold your legs up, Tiny.”

Wordlessly, she followed his command, her palms cupping the back of her knees, securing her legs to her chest and out of the way for Levi.

“You listen so well to me,” He mumbled, providing imagery for Rod who could not see from outside the room. The smack of Levi’s flesh against her wet folds sent shivers down the older man’s spine, envy filling his bones as his employee prepared to take his wife for himself once more. “Bet you wouldn’t feel this good for your husband.”

“Levi, more!” At her plea, Levi moved like the tide, pushing and pulling himself through her depths, dragging out noises that were sure to follow Rod into his dreams that night. The muscles in his thighs and ass flexed as Levi worked, groans building in his throat and falling out haphazardly.

Their lips met again, strips of flesh melding together as he riled Tiny up with his touch. Their kiss broke and she took the opportunity to breathe in new air to her overworked lungs. The erection straining under his Rod’s layers of clothes became more painful the longer he watched the pair succumb to ecstasy. He grunted along with them, knees neat buckling as Tiny called out Levi’s name.

“Louder, let that pathetic fuck know who’s making his wife scream like this.” The slap of flesh became harsher, louder, less controlled as the cliff drew closer. Tiny’s husband watched on, too entranced to notice the quick glances thrown his way as he crossed the threshold.

By the time Levi tired, Rod had a growing stain on the front of his pants. The oppressive atmosphere lightened as Tiny returned to slumber, womb filled and head empty all thanks to Levi.

Said man had returned to the discarded cigarette he left in the ashtray, blowing smoke into the humid air. Ash stained the white silk sheets but he paid no mind to that.

“You had fun watching, boss?” Levi addressed around the stick hanging off his lip. He didn’t turn to look the man in the eye, already knowing a frowning face would be the response. When he didn’t hear the soles of Rod’s feet slap against the floor, Levi took another drag and held it.

Blue eyes met in the darkness, one clouded by the release of tobacco smoke. “Get some sleep, Boss. you got a long day tomorrow. I’ll take care of her while you’re gone.”

Boss: Prelude

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Tiny (black fem OC); Rod Reiss x Tiny

Rating: R | Minors DNI

Warnings: infidelity, cursing, sexual conversation

Part 1: Boss

Tiny began to hate her marriage after the first ten days.

She had low expectations walking into the marriage, as most young women do when they are arranged to marry men over twice their age for nothing but the financial gain of a coldhearted father. She was a pawn on a chessboard for a game that has been going on for longer than she’d been alive. 

Whatever business her father and Rod Reiss had with one another had nothing to do with her personally, yet the rivalry influenced every sector of her life. Where she attended school, what she wore, how big her celebrations were, the type of car she had to drive, all decisions made by her father to one-up Rod Reiss. 

The only good thing that came from the affluent version of a pissing contest was the strong bond she had with Historia, Rod Reiss’s youngest child, and Tiny’s oldest friend. Pre and post-wedding their friendship never wavered, both knowing the best way through this mess was bare it until the right moment came to make a run for it. The pair were so close to securing their independence when the marriage agreement slapped them in the face.

Then she met Levi.

Ask any of the men in her life, and they would all call him a lowly thing, only good for menial physical labor that their overfed and spoiled asses couldn’t dream of doing. But Tiny knew differently. She could see it in the way he accomplished any task asked of him with a gleam in his eye that could make the devil scream. 

Suddenly her days in the Reiss Manor became bearable, armed with the knowledge that wherever she walked, Levi would be somewhere on the property with her, minding his business and completing his tasks. Tiny found her brain stalled several times a day after catching just a glimpse of his short yet powerful stature. 

He worked with a small crew, a group of ten a most, all meandering the lot to accomplish individual tasks. The one time she saw them all together was during their lunch break, under the shade of a large oak tree. Eating their fill, the group would smoke and joke around, pushing each other and letting loose curses that they kept suppressed while working. Levi didn’t talk much, but when he did the rest of his crew would shut up to listen. 

They didn’t talk about the Reiss’s all that much, or any rich folk for that matter. A throwaway remark here or there while telling a story, no names dropped but everyone seemed to understand who exactly was being discussed. Tiny was quick to catch on to the alias for Rod.

Boss. 

Not particularly creative in the slightest except for how they all enunciated the ‘b’ in the word.  Levi didn’t speak about Rod much, he left that for the youngins in his crew. He’d smoked his cigarette and let out a laugh or two as they cursed her husband for whatever grief he gave them. 

The only person outside the crew Levi would talk about was her. It took Tiny a minute to figure out who they were referring to when they said that name. 

Princess. 

Tiny thought they were referring to Historia or the other Reiss women that frequented the manor, but the crew called them different variations of ‘miss’. She was princess, the way she found out was the day she went for a swim in the pool during the same time Connie had finished cleaning it out. 

Later while getting the mail, she heard it.

“Saw princess today jump in the water, almost nutted in my shorts.”

“Lucky. Did you see her come out of it? I’d kill to see her dripping water.”

 “I saw her get dressed one time in front of the window. Boss must not be fucking her because she didn’t have a mark on her.”

“You ever seen her in the gym? Way too much for Boss, no way he’s keeping up with her.”

The group continued to discuss her, unaware of her proximity. Talking over one another, only shutting up when Levi opened his mouth to share his opinion. 

“If I had her, she wouldn’t be able to leave the bed and walk around the house like she does.”

She took that statement and ran to the bank with it. Immediately called Historia and put a plan in motion. She started small. 

Small, not subtle. 

First, she had to bend the world to her will. It only took a couple of statements at the right time. 

“Who cleaned the pool this time?”

“Levi, Mrs. Reiss.”

“Can you make sure he does it from now on, I’ve never seen it so clear?”

“Yes, Mrs. Reiss.”

“Thank you, Erwin. Please pass on my compliments.”

“Princess wants you to clean the pool from now on, Levi. Said it was the cleanest she ever saw it.”

“Course it is, I did it.” 

“Maybe you keep that up and she’ll have you cleaning something else?”

Step one, complete. 

Step two was to build a repertoire.  Every three days, Levi would come to the pool to clean it. The first few times, she waved and gave a cheeky smile which he responded with a cool nod, acknowledging her as his Boss’s wife and nothing more. Tiny did her best to leave an impression, wearing the skimpiest thong bikinis in her arsenal. Taking the extra minute to exaggerate her exit from the pool, making sure her near nip slips were always in his eyesight.  

Then she stepped it up with a pot of tea to share as the late fall heat finally cooled down to early winter temperature. As the outdoor pool went into hiding under the pool cover, the indoor pool became in more need of upkeep. Like clockwork, every week Levi would make the journey into the house to clean the indoor pool, unknowingly fueling Tiny’s fantasy as his upper body worked to clean the filters and maintain the water’s clearness. 

“I don’t know if Erwin told you, but I just want to thank you for keeping the pool so clean. I heard you had a taste for tea, so I decided to make you a pot to thank you.”

Levi paused on his way out of the room, face blank as he took in the words. The smell of properly brewed earl grey filled his nostrils, his shoulders sagged as they released tension. 

“Thank you, Mrs. Reiss.”

“Please, Mrs. Reiss was my predecessor. Call my Tiny.” She waited until he had a mouthful of tea to continue. “Or princess. “

Levi didn’t choke or spit out his tea, the quirk of his eyebrow was enough of a reaction to tell Tiny he knew she knew what the crew had been talking about during their lunches. 

“Princess, huh? Are you sure you want me to call you that? Someone might get the wrong idea if they heard that." 

“Or the right one.”

“Which would be?”

“That we’re fucking, Levi.”

“We aren’t.”

“That could change. If you want.”

press four for more options. | part three.

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Pairing: levi ackerman x f!reader (attack on titan / shingeki no kyojin) Word Count: 4k Summary: After seeing your ex with his new girl at a work party, you take the not-so-smart advice from a friend to call a sex hotline to get over him. Your match? A baritone bossy dom named Levi.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI - smut, alternate universe (modern), sex work, phone sex, dirty talk, dom!levi, light dom/sub, guided masturbation, edging, pet names, sex toys, multiple orgasms, mentions of body image Credits: dividers by @saradika-graphics

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“Hel-lo, is the idiot in the room still with us?”

A slender hand waves back and forth, back and forth, until you awake from your everlasting daydream.

Annie Leonhart sits across from you at your favorite coffee shop looking like the cat that caught the canary.

That knowing smirk hasn’t left her face since she sat down.

Curling her fingers, she pulls her arm and returns her hand to join the other under her chin once she’s finally caught your attention.

The small blonde squints her icy blue eyes, observing, deciding on what you’ll say before you launch your defense.

“That good, huh?”

Embarrassment is your first folly.

"I— What?!”

“I know a blissful climax cloud when I see one.”

“Annie.”

Sometimes Annie could be an ass, too smug for her own good, but she was a fiercely loyal friend and colleague.

Everything is meant in jest — at least, to you. Not many others got to avoid her wrath.

You lean over the table, reaching your hand out to cover her mouth.

She manages to duck your advances, expertly so, and rears her head with a small chuckle.

“Relax, no one’s listening,” she chides.

“That’s not true,” you argue under your breath. “It's a small shop. You know the vultures circle this place.”

“Not since the old thirsties got busted for their smutty book club — which, quite frankly, I resent losing.”

"You resent?" you repeat, mirroring her squint. “But you never ended up joining the old lady book club.”

“Mm, I didn’t,” Annie agrees, picking up her coffee cup to sip leisurely. “Doesn’t mean I didn’t listen. I looked up a couple of those titles for myself. In retrospect, they had good taste.”

“Seriously?”

“Dead.”

She pauses, setting the cup back on the table.

“So… are you going to make me work for the details, or what?” she finally leads, getting to the point while you skate around it with imaginary triple axels. “Did you call again after Friday?”

You did.

In fact, you've called several times — almost every night since last Friday with the exception of Tuesday, since you’d fallen asleep as soon as you hit the couch after working overtime.

It’s now another Friday afternoon, one week from the first time you’d called the hotline, and you’re wondering what constitutes bordering on addiction.

“I have,” you confirm. 

“That’s all you’re going to say?” she chastises with a grimace. “Boo — tomato, tomato.”

“What?! What did you want me to say?”

“For starters, who the guy is.”

“Not happening.”

“Loser.” A beat passes. “But it’s not Bert?”

You shake your head vehemently.

“Definitely not Bert.”

“Thank god,” she exhales. “I like you, but I don’t know if I like you enough to be calling up the same dude to get our rocks off.”

“Jesus, Annie.”

“Oh, come on, don’t be such a prude.”

You pick up your own tea, sliding it across the table before taking a tentative sip.

“I don’t know how you freely talk about this like we’re trying out restaurants.”

“Because it’s not real?” she suggests, and your stomach flip-flops. 

You know it isn’t. 

It’s a job.

It’s his job.

“I don’t know,” Annie continues, sitting back against her chair with her arm draped across the curve. “It’s no strings attached and hot. I’ll never meet Bert, and he’ll never meet me, and it isn’t like he’s going to ask to hold my hand and beg me to meet his mom.”

“You’re such a commitment-phobe,” you comment with the roll of your eyes. “You won’t ever meet anyone’s mom.”

“Yeah, because I’m not a psycho,” she replies with a snort. “I take it you went premium?”

You nod once. “Levi suggested it.”

Her eyes widen, delighted, and you scowl at your own stupidity.

“Levi?”

Ah.

Fuck.

"Wait." You sit up taller. “Don’t—”

“Oh, that’s a hot name.”

“Annie, I swear to—”

She sours to herself. “Damn, that’s so much hotter than moaning Bert.”

The tea in your cup bubbles from your chortled breath. 

“Oh?”

“Yeah, not my favorite name ever, but that’s fine — because it’s more like he’s moaning Annie.”

Paired with a wicked grin, your friend winks at you.

“We have two very different wants.”

You squint, and her grin widens. “Wait, do you—”

“Uh-huh.”

“Oh my god, Annie.”

“What?!” she chirps with a chuckle. “You like the bossy ones, I like being the boss. You’re not allowed to kink shame me. We’re in this shit together.”

“Who said I like being bossed around?!”

She points her finger at your facedown phone.

“Porco Galliard bosses people around. I’m not stupid. And you scream ‘I don’t like being assertive’.”

Great.

The same observation Levi made over the phone without ever meeting you in person.

“Whatever, that isn’t the point,” you wave off, deciding to try and swerve the subject. “I wanted to ask: how many times do you call a week?”

Annie presses the tip of her tongue against her cheek as she considers.

“A week? Maybe two, three at most. It used to be a hell of a lot more, but I’m working a lot of late nights.”

“When you say ‘a hell of a lot more’, do you mean—?”

“Daily?” she finishes for you then tries to recall. “Why? Are you daily right now?” 

You hate yourself for a second. 

“Sort of? It’s only been a few days, but—”

“Hey, that’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

She reassures in that randomly serious way Annie can pull on a rare occasion.

Making fun of people might be her favorite pastime, but if she can sense true withdrawal from her friends, then she’s quick to stop. 

The blonde reaches over the table to pat your hand, but it’s hardly a comfort.

Annie is about as comforting as raw-dog wearing a hand-knitted sweater by an amateur: it's itchy, too tight, and you want it to stop immediately. 

“You’re a grown woman with grown woman money. If guys can go get blue balled at the strip club, then why can’t we call a hot guy over the phone?”

Again: not comforting at all.

With reluctance, you nod.

“You have a point.”

“I know I have a point.”

“Then again, I don’t know how long term this fix can be,” you reason. “It’s very expensive.”

“Yeah, but you know what’s more expensive?” Annie retorts. “Hooking up with a stranger at a bar who’s abysmal in bed. Maybe not so much for your wallet, but definitely for your ego.”

“And your sanity,” you agree, “if they’re weird.”

“Or a creep.”

“Or a serial killer.”

“A weird creep that happens to be a serial killer.”

You both give each other a look, an unspoken conversation of two delusional women saying ‘exactly’ in a singular gesture, as you sync the sips of your drinks.

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  “Do you ever — ha — use to — oh — ys?”

You’re not sure why you’re so chatty with your rabbit vibrator barely hovering over the hood of your clit.

A week ago, you would've been trying to smother yourself with a pillow for talking.

However, with each night you’ve called Levi, the more comfortable you’ve become.

More bold, if openly using toys tells him anything.

The avalanche that brought you here was quite swift.

Traffic lights no longer remind you of the cars on the road but the man waiting for you on this hotline.

A willing striptease; a compliance to do what you wish but let him take the lead.

All you had to say was ‘my hand’s getting tired’ during an edging session.

All Levi had to reply with was ‘if you had a toy, I’d allow you to tag it in’.

Allow.

Like you’re completely under his spell.

Like you couldn’t have been using one from the get-go, but you listened.

You said you did.

He said grab it.

(God, you always listen.)

Now you’re here, legs spread in the center of your bed with your phone sitting between the valley of your breasts as you talk to him through the speaker.

“I am right now,” Levi replies in that diplomatic way of his, the lift of his voice telling: he’s amused by the way you try to speak to him, even when you’re ready to scream with impatience.

“I meant on yourself,” you exhale shakily.

“On myself?”

“Like on c-calls,” you stammer, forcing yourself to focus.

He loves when you lose your mind.

You refuse to cave so fast tonight.

“A mystery for another day,” he teases, before adding in a firmer tone: “You earned it. Touch it to your clit, but don’t go inside yet. I want you wet and ready for me, understand?”

“You’re so mean.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he softens for just a moment. “And don’t talk back.”

“Sir, yes, sir,” you joke, before pressing the device against your clit.

The vibrations surge pleasure down your legs, causing your toes to curl.

You’re not sure if it’s the ‘sir’ or the moan you emit that makes him groan in return.

“The answer is no,” he finally states.

For a second, you think you did something wrong.

Then you circle back, remembering what you asked in the first place.

Right.

The toys question.

“You don’t?”

“Not on me, no.” He exhales, slow and steady. “Too busy making sure I’m hitting the script.”

That’s the funny thing about these calls:

The fourth wall? 

Broken.

He doesn’t pretend to be your boyfriend for the night, just as you don’t pretend he’s only yours.

You’re aware he’s a sex worker, just as he seems to open up about his profession when speaking to you.

At first Levi wouldn’t — it was meant to be a fantasy — but each night he’s divulged more.

Like how he used to be in the military. (Unrelated to sex.)

Like how he has an affinity for tea, going so far as to have a mild cup with you after a session in lieu of a cigarette. (Unrelated to sex.)

Like how he’s a Capricorn. (Unrelated to sex — kind of.)

In the midst of learning about him, you’ve learned about yourself.

You’re less vanilla than you originally thought.

With Porco, things felt regimented.

Scheduled.

You weren’t willing to open up your heart, much less your legs, because he was too cold behind closed doors.

Focused.

Driven to his work and passions.

Levi, on the other hand, will suggest leaning against the wall with your hand in your underwear, eyes forced to watch yourself in your full-length mirror.

To worship yourself, when he can’t.

To pump your fingers into your weeping core, when he can’t.

To give over complete and utter control with the promise that you’ll come as many times as he asks you to, because if he could be in this very room — this very apartment — he’d easily do it himself.

With Levi, you’re bold.

With Levi, you’re in.

So you’re not shy to arch your back, moaning into the receiver when you feel your first orgasm approaching you like the incoming tide.

“Levi,” you whimper his name, “can I—”

“Shit, baby, you know you can,” he practically purrs, already knowing what you’re going to ask. “C’mon. Let me hear that pretty little voice of yours, huh? Just for me?”

“Just for—”

The last word is garbled by the way your teeth clench, legs snapping together as the first climax hits after a relentless twenty-minute edging session.

It’s unreal.

It’s pain.

It’s bliss.

It’s everything you’ve ever wanted.

(Freedom.)

You pant, pulling the vibrator away from your body for a moment to catch your breath.

You hear him hum with approval on the other end, a low rumble against your chest.

“That’s a good girl,” he says after a beat. “Feeling better?”

“So much,” you confess breathlessly.

“You sound better.”

“Thanks to you.”

“Didn’t do much.”

“Oh shut up,” you scowl before laughing.

Turning off the toy for a momentary reprieve, you allow yourself to catch your breath as you grin up at the ceiling.

“Always so goddamn modest.”

“You’re one to talk,” he scoffs, shifting on the other end of the line. “Can’t take a damn compliment to save your life.”

You make a face like he can see you in the dark, but you decide to continue the conversation.

That’s a new thing the two of you have picked up — talking.

Lots of talking.

You get off, sure, but he knows your work drama, your chore schedule — your mailmen even have the same first name, funnily enough.

“I’m serious, though,” you exhale. “Do you ever like… get off? Without toys, obviously.”

“During a call?” he clarifies, and you nod. He answers like he can see it. “No, not — not typically.”

“Wow, so you’ve faked an orgasm with me,” you tease with a blissed out snort. “Shame, shame, I know your name.”

“I what?”

“Faked it,” you clarify, fluffing your pillows behind your head as you situate yourself on your bed. “As if I don’t hear you breathing all heavy and shit over there.”

Then something unusual happens.

The man grows quiet on the other side. 

Nothing shuffles.

No huffs or ‘tchs’.

Just… silence.

“Levi?” you ask, brows knit.

A beat passes, but he answers.

“Yeah?”

“Are you good over there?”

“I— yeah, fine,” he clears his throat.

Uh-oh.

You frown immediately, blinking twice. “Sorry, was that a weird question?”

“Not at all,” he clarifies, gruff this time, “just… I said not typically, not never.”

…oh.

Oh.

Suddenly you abandon the rabbit and sit up in bed, eyes as wide as saucers.

“Wait.”

“Scarlet.”

“No, did you actually—”

“I already said too much.”

“No, wait, you can’t just imply that you’ve gotten off with me then abandon ship here, Levi!”

“I’m not abandoning ship — why do you say such weird shit sometimes?”

“How many times?!” you yelp.

“I’m not answering that.”

“Holy shit,” you exhale, “I’m so mad I didn’t pay attention.”

It’s like you can hear Levi squinting, narrowing his eyes with uncertainty on the other end of the phone. “...why would you be mad?”

“Because maybe I want to hear you get off, too?” you suggest simply.

Another agonizing breath of silence.

Chewing on your bottom lip, you place your phone on your sheets and pick up the vibrator, contemplating your next move.

“Because I would totally love to just… I don’t know, make you moan, too? See what you taste like? Feel you lose control, pull my hair, hold my head down while I wrap my lips around—”

“Baby.”

Two syllables shoot out of his mouth, as if overwhelmed with shock.

Huh.

An Uno reverse in your favor.

You’re no Shakespeare, but what you say is as honest as words can possibly be.

“I picture you all the time,” you confess softly, pressing the rabbit vibrator’s first function.

A low rumble begins, and you guide it between your legs.

You’re already soaked from your session.

There will be little give to the toy.

“When we’re not on the phone together, I wonder what it would be like. I could be at work. I could be at a coffee shop. Like, holy shit, I was meeting with a friend today and all I could think of is how badly I’d love to just take you to it — maybe disappear in the back hall, find a bathroom? I’d bend over a sink. I don’t wear skirts all the time, but I’d wear one for you.”

You hear shifting on the other end of the line, but Levi is deathly silent.

Mindlessly, your hand takes hold of the vibrator and you press against your entrance.

With a tiny whimper, you push in, deliciously enveloped in a sea of vibrations.

“You wouldn’t need to wear a skirt.”

Suddenly his voice appears, and you accidentally push the vibrator further in, causing a strangled moan to exit your mouth. 

“Le—”

“Pants are just as easy,” Levi cuts you off, a thread of a whisper. “Couldn’t take that much effort. Wouldn’t give a shit if anyone saw your damn clothes at your ankles.”

Suddenly the room burns.

“I just know you’d fill me up so good,” you whine, and there’s a sharp hiss on the other end.

“Jesus Christ.”

There.

You hear it: the waver in his voice.

“Yeah, baby,” he concedes. “I’d fill you so fucking good.”

You whimper, a pathetic little noise at the base of your throat, and he exhales a large breath — as if he’s been holding back this entire time.

“Promise?”

“When have I ever led you astray?” he challenges, a bit more strained now.

It’s the hottest thing you've ever heard.

“I wanna make you feel so good,” you breathe, ragged and wrecked, and there’s a small groan on the other end of the line.

“You already do, baby.”

“Not how I want to,” you argue in return, body pulsating with the growing need to release a second. “You’re so good at making me cum, but all I want is to take it how you want me — bend me over and fill me up, push me to my knees and stick my tongue out—”

“Fuck,” he curses sharply. “You’re so good for me. So, so fucking good, not fuckin’ fair.”

“Wanna cum with you.”

He groans, louder this time, and inhales the most deliciously jagged breath you’ve ever heard.

“Right there, baby,” he forces out. “C’mon. Give me one more. Just one more.”

You don’t need to be told twice.

You purposefully bite your tongue when you come a second time, squeezing your eyes shut with all of your senses focused solely on your ears.

A grunt, as if he’s holding back just the same before exhaling, slow and languid.

In your mind’s eye, you see it: how he uses his teeth to hold up his t-shirt, painting his abdomen with streaks of white as he holds himself back from climaxing too loud. His whole body trembles. He squeezes the tip, milking himself for all he’s worth.

Pulling the vibrator from your body, you turn it off and toss it elsewhere on your bed. Your body curls around your phone, trying to stay quiet so you can listen.

Shaky.

Exhausted.

Not typically, not never.

You say nothing, can’t, but a small giggle of euphoria emits from your throat.

Surprisingly, Levi chuckles back with that drugged slowness that comes with exhaustion.

“You’re too damn giddy after two orgasms,” he chastises, which only makes you laugh harder.

“Uh-huh, Huff ‘n Puff,” you tease right back, and he tsk’s right against the phone.

And in your heart, you know—

Know you’re in deep shit.

Know that you like Levi, even if it’s impossible to like a stranger.

Maybe when you get this month’s credit card bill, you’ll sober up from your crush.

But not right now.

Just not right now.

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  The next morning, you’re up bright and early.

Skip the elevator to the apartment lobby.

Walk down the stairs to kickstart your adrenaline.

Skip the coffee at the local shop.

Choose a small cup of chai instead.

By the time you make it to the gym, you’re more ready than you ever have been in your life to take on the day.

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  Forty-five minutes later, your sweat even has sweat.

Staring at your reflection in the mirror, the endorphins from a tough workout only make you feel that more excited to get your shit together. To be more mindful of your time.

(Totally not because your last call with Levi was unreal. Nope.)

Overall, you went from hating your life to — well, this.

Whatever this is.

Owning your self agency and worth after a pitiful breakup?

Unfortunately joining this gym had been Porco’s idea — he’s a treadmill hamster, and you got swindled by the sea of abs under his tank tops.

A ‘couples activity’, whatever that meant.

(Being sweaty and tired without an orgasm to finish it off never did feel rewarding.)

After the breakup you considered trying to get out of your 6-month contract, but Porco dipped first.

He joined Pieck’s crossfit endeavor somewhere else in the city, leaving you and this dingy little gym to commiserate together.

Now?

Now, you excitedly get ready in the morning to the gym — not to get thin or look a certain way to appease anyone else. A revenge body is bonafide stupid.

No — you don’t want to be anything but stronger.

Because Levi would probably think it was hot if you were stronger.

Maybe the next time you call, he’ll be impressed that you’ve taken to strength training. 

Maybe he’ll give you some pointers — one more topic of conversation to be had.

Setting down the free weights back on the rack after a thorough cleaning of the equipment, you step out of the way of the other regulars gearing up for their workout and head towards the locker rooms to shower.

In the small pocket of your leggings, you hear your phone vibrate. 

Digging your hand in to fish it out, you see a familiar name on your lock screen.

[A. LEONHART]: Yo [A. LEONHART]: We’re all going out Tuesday for drinks – u in?

All.

All means the department.

All might mean Porco and Pieck.

Annie must sense your apprehension, before adding:

[A. LEONHART]: Porky probs not going, Pieck’s got a family thing

Well, that’s two positives.

[ME]: I’ll think about it. [A. LEONHART]: Think about it????

[A. LEONHART]: 🍅🍅🍅

Her and her fucking tomatoes.

You snort and begin to write back—

But not before accidentally slamming chest to chest into a stranger.

The phone flies out of your hand like a bar of wet soap.

Like a Scooby Doo short, it alley-oops to the sky then smashes down against the black-speckled rubber gym floor.

Before you can even react, the person you’d bumped into is bending to crouch on the floor.

“Shit. My fault.”

Every cell in your body freezes.

Time ceases to exist.

They scoop your phone into their hand, flipping it over checking for damage. 

Luckily, the screen is intact. 

No fall damage.

But that isn’t why you’re frozen.

As they rise to full stance, your eyes are still downcast. 

From their sneakers your eyes crawl up, up, up — noticing the basketball shorts that cut just above the knee with compression under armor peeking beneath.

On his torso is an emerald green tank top, clinging to his flexing abs, the fabric speckled with sweat. 

His collarbones are defined; chin just as sharp as his cheekbones.

Then you meet his eyes.

A blue-ish gray.

The man standing before you runs on the shorter side — under average height for a man.

His ebony hair dangles and sticks to his sweat-slicked forehead, the ends pointed and shaggy.

It takes a moment until you realize you’ve seen that hair before.

While you’ve taken to walking on the treadmill for your warm-up these last several weeks, he’s typically nestled in the strength training corner of the gym alone. 

Every morning that you’re here, he is also here diligently working on his physique.

He’s always in some squat position or lying on a bench, so you never paid attention to his face—

He’s fucking gorgeous.

“Looks like it’s fine,” he says casually, and your stomach falls out of your ass.

Baritone.

Smooth like honey, low like a rumble.

There’s no way.

There is absolutely no way it’s—

“Here.”

The man holds your phone out for you, brows knitting curiously. 

You can’t speak. 

Hell, you can barely breathe.

He shakes his hand to wake you from your shock.

“Take it.”

You know that voice like the back of your hand.

Wordlessly, you reach a shaky hand towards the phone to take it back.

You part your lips to speak, but no words exit.

All you can do is grasp your phone and pull it to your chest as you catch the scent of his deodorant with a mixture of musk when he passes by, none the wiser.

By the time you turn to say something, anything—

Levi from Scout Services Hotline dips into the men’s locker room.

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Author's Note:

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Thank you for reading part three of P4! I continue to be blown away by the response. Because of your encouragement, I wrote one of the fastest updates I've made in ages. How are we feeling now? Let me know in the comments!

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cw: breeding,videotaping, belly bulging,

Any chance he gets he likes to watch his cum drip from your holes, his favorite being your pussy. He calls it his tight little cum bucket. He’ll chuckle a grin as he wipes any residue of cum from your fold with his cock and shove it back into your hole. 

“You know I hate being wasteful” he groans as he sinks his cock back into you. 

You can barely pull yourself together as you whine and whimper from the overstimulation. He’s so sadistic he’ll make you hold the camera up to your pussy so that you can get a view of how he fucks the cum back inside. He knows you can barely keep your eyes open so holding a camera is almost impossible at the moment. 

“Come on I thought you wanted to make a movie” he grins menacingly staring deep into the camera. 

Your moans are desperate and loud. He gives you slow long strokes just so he knows you can feel every vein and inch of his cock. 

“Tell the camera where you feel me Angel” he licks his lips eyes filled with lust.

He knows exactly where you feel him. The print of his cock fucking into you is evident.

“Right here” you slur as you place a shaky hand on your lower stomach while the other holds the camera barely able to keep your hand steady.

He places his hand there and pushes down slightly.

“That’s where our baby is gonna be” he whispers

You let out a loud moan at the pressure of his hand. The feeling is so overwhelming you almost drop the camera. 

“Don’t drop it ” he chuckles darkly “or we’ll have to start all over again” 

He pushes your legs further apart so he can shove himself deeper in between them. His thrust are steady as he fucks you. You feel your body jolt back with each rough stroke. He grabs you by the throat pulling you close to him. 

“Come, I want you to get a good view of how your pussy’s sucking my cock in”

You're trembling holding the camera up. Your moans are loud you feel the embarrassment flooding through you thinking about looking back on the video. 

“Look at that, damn near sucking me dry.” 

The squelching sounds that pair with his thrust leaving you whimpering. Everything leaves you moaning desperately. His hand grips your throat holding you up so you can get a view of how he fucks you. His cock feels so big all you can do is moan and drool at the sight of him plunging himself deep into you. He’s been fucking you for so long your voice has grown hoarse. 

“You’re so messy” he chuckles “We’re gonna have to change the sheets after this” 

His eyes are trained onto where the two of you meet watching the way your juices spray out onto him. 

“You see that baby” his grip on your throat tightens as his thrust pick up speed “She’s telling me how much she loves me”

You’re too far gone, you can barely form words. 

“Keep that camera steady, I want you to catch how pretty this pussy looks with my cum dripping out”

Gojo, Toji, Getou, Nana-fucking-mi, Matsukawa, Suna, Osamu, Kuroo, Sakusa, Kita, Tsukishima, Connie, Onyankopon, Levi

He holds you down, your face down, ass up as his cock cock pouds you deeply, every single thrust of his hips grows more desperate. Levi loves it all, loves how your body arches into him, those sweet moans falling from your lips as he dives even deeper into you. It drives him primal with need, he isn't much of a gentleman but he knows what you like and how to make you react, knows every inch of your body. "That's a good girl. Keep taking it like this and I might just knock you up." His hands move to your hips, they dig into your skin, he admires the love bites he left on your back.

You whine, feeling that warm feeling spread all over your abdomen, your hand gripping the sheets tightly. "You wanna cum?" He asks, voice rough with lust, when you don't answer, Levi grabs your hair and yanks you up, his cock hitting a whole different angle making you gasp. "I asked you a fucking question! Now, you gonna cum?" You try your best to answer but all that leaves your mouth are whimpers of his name and Levi relishes in it. If anyone can get you like this, it's him. "What was that huh?" Pulling on your hair again, he bites into the side of your neck letting another hickey taint your already marked skin.

The way he is being rough with you makes you feel everything twice as much, your pussy clenches around him that earns a deep groan from Levi. He let's go of your hair to grab onto your neck, holding you flush agsint him as he thrusts into you, the room is full of lewd noises. Levi feels your legs starting to shake, he knows that you're close. "Not yet, princess." His fingers squeeze your neck, his lips nibbling on your ear, your hands hold onto his forearm, your head thrown back, resting against his shoulder. "Levi please!" You beg, he has you exactly where he wanted you, begging for him in that desperate voice and he wants to give in, let you cum and look at that expression you make in the peak of pleasure but he would rather have you whining for him.

"Please what? You'll have to be more specific than that." He whispers into your ear, his other hand let's go of your hip and starts rubbing your pussy as he speeds up, fucking you faster. You almost can't hold back, your thighs start ti tremble, it feels like your body is on fire, it feels so good that it's painfully good. "Mhh Levi! Please! I want to cum!" Nails dig into his skin, Levi rubs your clit faster, letting you know that you aren't allowed to cum until he tells you too. "Not yet, baby. Let me fuck this pussy a little more." Levi was close to his peak too, he wanted you to reach your orgasms together. He pushes you back down and takes your hips again then fucks into you even harder, you moan loudly biting into the sheets. "Cum. Cum. Fucking cum..." He says and you do as he feels you, cumming hard and Levi moans out your name, stopping the movement of his hips, his cock twitches as he fills your pussy with his cum.

Sometimes when you watched Levi playing gently with your kid and thought about how an hour ago he was fucking you senseless in the guest bedroom while your kid was napping in your bedroom. You had to bite into the spare sheets that smelt like moth balls while Levi fucked you from behind.

You tried your best to keep it down, and Levi had to stop every few seconds to listen if your kid had woken up. He flipped you around, pulled your milk stained t shirt up to reveal your breasts, and pounded you hard to watch your boobs shake. He grabbed one of your boobs and cummed so hard he spasmed and groaned involuntarily.

You were exhausted and high with pleasure after multiple orgasms you were breathing hard through your mouth. It was challenging to make baby #2 when you had a clingy child who followed either one of you like a baby duck.

It caught you by surprise when your kid suddenly asked you after your little adventure in the spare room, "why is mommy always washing the sheets in the evening?" You looked at Levi and your guilty and horified look was mirrored on his face.

"Mommy peed herself while she naps just now," Levi betrayed you.

Levi: "Why is everyone else traveling in carriages, but me and (y/n) have to travel with our fucking horses?"

Erwin: "Do you really want the truth?

(y/n): "......yes?"

Erwin: "Because I am sick and tired of drivers complaining about you two having sex."

(y/n): "Oh come on! We aren't that loud!"

Levi: "I am not, you sure are."

Levi: "(y/n), you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right?"

(y/n), naked in Levi's bed

(y/n): "No, I absolutely do not."

Levi, already taking off his clothes:

Levi: "Fuck... Me neither."

ceo! levi x reader

18+ MDNI

tags:// established relationship// nipple play // finger fucking// swearing

word count: 700 // short & sweet x

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as you waltzed through ackerman incorporated, you almost felt bad about the fact that you were about to interrupt the meeting that levi was currently in.

almost.

levi’s been too preoccupied with work lately, and you missed him. you missed his presence, his touch, and his cock. right now you didn’t give a damn if he was the CEO or not. you were his wife, and you wanted attention.

the clicking sound of your heels tapping on the marbled floors echoed through the halls as you exited the elevator on the top floor of the skyscraper.

levi’s assistant hange, whom you’ve gotten to know pretty well over the years, stopped you before you could reach his office, “hello! mrs. ackerman! the boss man is having an important virtual meeting with our client in paris, he can’t see you right now.” they nervously beamed at you.

“hange, i love you but so help me god i will make sure you will be emptying out your office today if you don’t let me pass.”

hange let out a sigh as they moved out of your way knowing that you couldn’t be bartered with today.

levi’s brows quirked up in surprise seeing you enter his office, he quickly reverted his gaze back to the screen before him.

“yes we are very happy with the progress being made in paris erwin, please forgive me. it seems a family emergency has arised, i will touch base with you again tomorrow.”

levi signed off the call quickly rising to his feet to greet you.

“what’s wrong? has something happened? you never come to the office.”

“yes and you never leave it.” you laughed as you wrapped your arms around his neck pushing your chest to his.

“i just missed you.”

“oh is that so” levi looked intrigued as he gripped your hips tightening your embrace.

“so my little wife wants attention, hmmm.. is that it?” he said as he scooped you into his arms and setting you atop his desk.

“such a needy little thing aren’t you” he watched as you spread your legs for him.

“you know i’m not gonna go easy on you since you interrupted me at work right?” his voice was almost a whisper as he leaned in, leaving an open mouth kiss on the tender skin of your neck.

a small gasp left your mouth as your back arched forward, pushing your chest to his.

levi’s long fingers removed your dress straps from your shoulders, allowing it to pool around your waist.

your nipples pebbled, being exposed to the cool air of his office.

levi kissed your lips sweetly as he rolled your nipple between his fingers, using his other hand to grip your ass tightly.

you hips instinctively rolled back and forth, your cunt seeking friction from levi’s cock growing hard in his slacks.

the kiss grew to a desperate pace as levi reached down under your dress to play with you clit through the cloth of your panties, his other hand never stopping it’s motion on your nipple.

you breathed raggedly into his mouth, “ohh fuck”

levi’s cock twitched in his pants at the sound of your voice.

feeling a new sense of urgency levi’s finger stopped its attack on your nipple directing all of his attention to your soaking wet cunt.

levi kept his eyes on you as he rubbed circles with the pad of his thumb on your aching clit and used his other hand to pound your sweet spot deep inside you.

you let out the sweetest sounds levi had ever heard, his face just inches from yours watching your face contort in pleasure.

you could feel the heat forming in your belly. knowing you were close, levi’s mouth latched onto yours again in an all encompassing kiss.

you screamed into his mouth as your orgasm began to roll through you, causing your body to shake.

levi moved to look into your eyes again as you rode out your orgasm.

you were close to tears from the immense pleasure.

“i know baby, i know” levi said as his hands left your swollen cunt, to rest on your hips once more.

levi placed a kiss to your forehead, while reaching for the intercom on his desk.

hange’s voice rang through the device,

“how can i help you mr. ackerman?”

“hange clear my schedule for the day” he said still staring into his wife’s eyes.

a devilish smile formed on your face

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you dreamt of levi tonight. it all felt so real, you thought you could truly feel levi’s mouth sucking on your already swollen clit humming sweet nothings all while doing so, sending shock waves throughout your entire body.

you could feel it all.

you felt your temperature rise under the stone cold grip that he had on your thigh.

your pussy clenched when two of his fingers entered you, tapping and curling up against that perfect spot deep in your cunt.

your back arched as you gripped the sheets tightly while screaming out in pleasure, having never felt like this before.

your eyes met his ravenous gaze, as your pussy clamped down on his fingers, your orgasm shaking you to your core.

“mmmm… such a good girl….i knew you would be.”

you woke with a start, with sweat pooled on your forehead. you quickly tried to take in your surroundings, not understanding how a dream could feel so real.

you spent the rest of the night trying to ignore your throbbing clit, but thoughts of him filled your mind.

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excerpt from my current wip

boredom

a/n: this popped into my head literally two seconds ago and I HAD to write this

you open tiktok, seeing another AI filter that’s gone viral on your feed. strangely excited, you open the camera to see if you’ve become a mermaid or an alien.

your boyfriend, laying behind you, becomes bored of watching you drown yourself in social media, & decides to take your mind off it for a while.

he presses behind you, one arm holding himself up to loom over you while his other curls around your waist, slightly massaging the area.

heart racing, you continue to record, now tilting your head left or right on what types of food you liked the best. only to pause when you feel his wet lips on your cheek, moving down towards your neck, softly sucking on your skin.

his hand moves from your waist to your tummy, rubbing just under your breasts, teasing you.

your breathing becomes heavy, and eyes droop as you shudder.

“are you gonna keep recording? or be in the moment with me?” he whispers, breath warm.

your choice was fairly easy.

TOJI, GOJO, WAKASA, erwin, levi, EREN.

his fingers are knuckle-deep inside of you as he sucks on your nipples like a lollipop. you did not expect things to turn this way when you agreed to date the introverted kid but here you were— back arched, tears flooding your eyes, cheeks flushed red, and the heat between your legs growing by the second. "w-wait.." you whimpered, the sensitivity between your leg growing as you came for the third time. but he was no where near stopping, just thrusting his fingers inside of you as he bit on your skin, making hickies everywhere. "can't wait, baby," he whispered against your ears, voice raspy and deep, enough to make you come on the spot, "need to take you right now.."

𖦹°‧★ —— megumi fushiguro, kai young, levi ackermen, armin arlert, todoroki, dabi, simon riley, gaz garrick, nate hawkins and your mannn<333

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ummm what about (i'm not sure if u write for levi) but what about extroverted reader who is very outgoing in public but levi is very reserved and soft spoken but in the bed room he's a very hard dominant man and the reader is submissive lmao

LIAR, LIAR

tips, reblogs and requests are all so very much appreciated <33

note: never wrote for levi before .. i also never used a toy in any of my works?!?

cw: smut, use of sex toys (dildo), p in v smut, rough sex, choking, degrading words (bitch), levi being a lil rough ig?? dom! levi, sub! reader, cervix fucking,

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people often wonder how you and levi managed to become a couple. after all, you’re a social butterfly, as beautiful and popular as they come. and your boyfriend .. well, he’s .. not.

you’re outgoing and confident, probably one of the most desired girls on campus. and you’re with a guy who some refer to as a “loner” although you hate that word.

levi isn’t a loner, he’s soft spoken and quiet. he’s the type that would rather stay at home and read a book while you go out and party with your friends, that’s just who he is.

he’s the type that’ll be quiet with his affection, giving you sweet little kisses to hear your bubbly giggle. he’s quiet when the two of you are in public, opting to use physical contact as a way to communicate his feelings. fingers tapping you to get your attention, arms gently holding your waist to keep you secure against his chest.

one thing though, that bugs you is how many people are interested in your sex life with levi. asking what it’s like to have such a submissive boyfriend and more weird questions that make you uncomfortable.

“y-yeah, it’s .. nice having a boyfriend that’s submissive. he does whatever i want him to, like a puppy.” you say, feeling horrible as soon as the lie tumbles from your lips.

the girls surrounding you squeal and giggle, and you try to give them a confident smile .. unaware that one of levi’s friends had heard your statement as clear as day.

if only those girls knew the truth..

“submissive … am i?” your dark haired boyfriend asks, hands gently caressing your cheek as your body trembles from pleasure.

why the fuck did you have to say that he was submissive? and how the fuck did levi even know about that?!

you shake your head, eyes watering as he presses the pink dildo deeper into your sloppy cunt, already slicked up from the previous 4 orgasms he gave you.

“if only your friends knew..” his hands slide up your sweaty body as he speaks the words endearingly, fingers gently flicking your nipples as he makes his way up, up to your neck.

“how much of a fuckin’ liar you are.” he wraps his big hand around your throat, grey eyes amused as they watch your brown ones roll back. he pulls the pink toy out, hand not wavering on your throat as he shoves it back into your pussy with a loud shlick! sound.

“m’ sorry,” you manage choke out, eyes twitching in pleasure as levi’s hands pulls the toy out, his pink lips turn up into a smirk as he sees just how wet you’ve gotten the plastic toy. it’s slick, and covered in a milky white film .. he has to resist the urge to lick the toy clean before focusing back onto you.

“you’re sorry .. that’s all you can fuckin’ say huh? all you’re fuckin’ good for is bein’ sorry.” you try to close your legs when you feel the toy being pushed in and out of your slick folds torturously slow. your boyfriend’s hand on your throat flexes in a warning, he purposely snatches the toy out of your cunt with a loud squelch! earning a loud cry from your lips as you squirt everywhere.

“fuckin’— what did i say y/n? what did i say?” his tone becomes angrier as he forces your trembling legs open, hand leaving your throat. you look up at him, and god does he look handsome when he’s mad at you.

grey eyes low and hazy, black ends of his hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat. his eyebrows are furrowed and his expression is angry, and fucking hot.

“n-not to c-cum..” the words are whispered as they come out of your lips and you feel your stomach clench as levi nods, amused at the slutty expression on your face.

your brain practically short circuits for a second when you feel the warmth of his dick prodding at your slicked up entrance. your eyes flutter closed when you feel him press it into you, pressing and pressing the head in until he’s eased it into that tight fluttering cunt of yours.

you try to wrap your arms around him, but levi isn’t having any of that. his hands grab your wrists and shove them into the bed, hard.

“don’t you fuckin’ touch me y/n,” he warns, tone angry and harsh as he says the words to you. they have the opposite effect, making your pretty cunt clench right around the bulbous head presses into the tight ring of your muscles. levi visibly twitches from the pleasure, eyes shutting briefly for a moment before they angrily focus back on you.

“lyin’ bitch.” levi curses, gripping your wrist in each of his palms. his hips thrust up, up until you can feel his little curled hairs pressing against your ass. he’s filling you up so good, dick slowly sliding deeper and deeper into your warm walls.

the pleasure has you fucking going dumb at this point, mouth hanging open in a silent whimper as your cunt flexes around the entirety of your boyfriend’s thick cock. all you can think about is how sorry for you are even mentioning him earlier, sorry for running for mouth .. just so fucking sorry.

“m’ s-” your boyfriends lips cut your apology off, capturing your plump brown lips in a heated kiss. your head spins, eyes closing as levi’s thrusts start to become faster, rougher .. cockhead now slightly hitting your womb with each thrust.

and you can’t move, he has your hands pressed into the bed so hard .. you’re unable to get away from the harsh slap! slap! slap! of his hips. levi detaches his lips from yours, hands squeezing at your wrists as he feels you clench around him. but you weren’t going anywhere, not until he got at least three more orgasms out of you.

your brown eyes are squeezed shut, and there’s a string of drool seeping at the corner of your mouth. he’s almost sure if your eyes were open, they’d be crossed from the pleasure.

“please, please, please,” you whimper out, abdomen clenching as you feel yourself pushed closer, and closer to the edge of that cliff. your legs are full on shaking right now. all you cared about now was the way your boyfriend’s cock oh so deliciously fucks in and out of your sore pussy.

if he was a puppy, then you were his dumb little kitten.

and you had the nerve to say he was submissive.