Sar could u think of a situation between demon Levi and reader where she would ever use a safe word? Ik they’re both freaks but I can imagine that we all have our limits
I’ve been missing my demon bf. And I adore these sorts of scenarios where a safeword is used and the partner is so responsive and attentive. I just love writing aftercare and good communication okay. Also, inspo drawn from real life events involving me and my own fingers :(
Demon! Levi Ackerman x fem! Reader Warnings for use of safeword, monsterfucking, oral, crying, overstimulation, aftercare and communication
You writhe, fingers weakly grabbing the soaked sheets. You’re no longer breathing but gasping—no, hiccuping. Levi’s been slotted between your thighs for nearly an hour, what started as slow, teasing kitten licks, now transpired into an unrelenting suctioning. His bruised lips are puckered around your clit, two fingers buried deep inside, massaging that sore spot his cock had pounded into a month ago.
He said he was making up for lost time, and of course, you were eager for him to do so.
Edge after edge amplified your sensitivity, and by the end of your first climax, something felt different. He licked you through the aftershocks as he always did, a hand splayed over your pelvis, the other locked around your thigh to keep your cunt plastered over his mouth. He barely looked up at you through his lashes, like he was too focused on thirsting after you and drinking down whatever you could offer him than what he could see.
The second climax came, and you twitched. Your face had scrunched; you had tried to squirm away. Too much, too much, too much, your brain echoed on repeat.
It wasn’t unlike Levi to make you cum multiple times in a session. He was generous like that, pulling each one out of you slowly, until you were a mess but realigned.
But tonight, he’s too enamored by your anatomy to notice the shift in your tone: pleasured whines turning to pained whimpers.
“Levi, ‘s too much—“ you moan.
You pull at his hair, but he only grunts. You’ve told him the same thing hundreds of times before, but none of them ever explicitly meant “stop”—except for now. Right now you need it to stop.
“Levi, please,” you start to cry, and his tongue’s pattern falters. “Stop, stop—red. Red.” You choke on the words, tears sliding out of the corners of your eyes.
It’s the first time you’ve ever used the safeword, but your thoughts are too tangled for the shame or embarrassment to uncomfortably settle.
He’s out from between your thighs in an instant, body planked over yours, eyes frantically searching you. His hand lands on your head despite the slick still coating his fingers—there’s no time to spare to clean anything. Your brows are drawn, and the little frown on your mouth, he realizes, is one of displeasure. His heart thuds into his stomach. He made you feel that way.
“Did I hurt you?” he asks, no urgency in his tone because he doesn’t want to unnerve you.
You shake your head, sniffling. “T-too… too sensitive. I’m sorry, ‘m sorry.”
His eyes fall shut for a second as he reels. Of course you’re more sensitive than usual. It’s been a little over a month since he last touched you properly. He was stupid not to realize it sooner—
“Hey, hey.” He smooths your hair back. “You’re okay, dove. No more, okay? No more tonight.”
You can only nod as he thumbs away your tears, fingernail tracing your brow bone through every swipe. Your legs are trembling, and your chest his still heaving with raspy breaths.
“I’m sorry, I don’t want to disappoint you,” you babble. “I know it’s been— “
“No, no, none of that,” he soothes. He always instills himself with enough awareness to stay keen on the little sounds and expressions you make, so he’d know if something had changed. If anything, he’s disappointed in himself for getting so lost in everything tonight. It’s inexcusable end unforgivable “It’s not your fault.”
Your breathing begins to even out as he continues massaging your scalp. “Not… not your fault, either, Lev.”
Your reassurance lifts some weight off him, but he says nothing. He simply rubs your cheekbone with his thumb.
Strength wiggles in your fingertips, and you reach for him, lightly touching his ribs. “I’m sorry,” he says again, then he lets his forehead drops against yours.
His breath is so close you can taste it. Wanting more, you tilt your chin back ever so slightly, enough so your lips can brush over his and coax him into a hesitant kiss. You’re surprised when he kisses back—he so rarely ever divulges in this sort of intimacy with you. But you think right now, he needs it as much as you do: reassurance that you’re okay, that’s he’s okay. That you’re both okay.
Random thought but imagine demon levi fucking you so hard over and over again but him not getting tired at all because of his stupidly consistent stamina, you though, writhing on the sheets and thighs shaking, your eyes are glossy and dumb as you stare up at him and he just fucking smirks at you, teeth showing and all, and flips you on all fours without batting an eye, hands on both of your trembling thighs, massaging gently, a giant contrast to his fucking. he reaches up to your neck and pulls you until your back is touching his heaving chest and whispers into your ear with a chuckle, ”Im not done with you, dove.” and you LET him. you let him fuck you as he whispers the dirtiest fucking things . ”You wanted my cock in your pretty cunt, take it. take what im giving you.”
”You think you can take more? Huh? I know you can youre my good girl.”
”F-fuck.. take it. Please.”
”Thats it. come on my cock. there we go… show me how much you love it.“
excuse me i Have to go water my snail
Warnings for dumbification and overstim
Uhhhhhhhhhhh it’s illegal to send something like this to me you owe me a new pair of panties what the f
God but then he just flips you over and you start to get so squirmy and tense, reaching back for him because you just need something to hold onto. You need that reassurance. So maybe he gives you a reprieve, a couple of seconds where you can draw in a long, balmy breath. And you use that second to twist onto your back and stretch your arms out to him like some petulant child.
But he just gives in. If he’s fucking you to hell and back it’s the least he can do, right? Indulge you? So he lets you snake your arms around his neck and cry and moan open-mouthed into his ear. It’s music to him. He slides his arms around you, tightening his hold while snapping his hips, and he keeps filling you until the cum is glistening on your trembling inner thighs.
“I love your cock, Levi,” you tell him. “I love your cock n’ I love you. Love you. So much. S-so much.”
And there’s seriously no sentence in the world that can make him cum harder than that one.
I just wanna be manhandled by demon Levi then given the best aftercare of my life
Warnings for demon/monsterfucking (god that’s such an aggressive word), aftercare, subdrop and descriptions of being neglectful, communication
Demon Levi fucks you into oblivion every time. You cum so hard it makes you see literal stars, and afterwards you’re splayed on the bed, your thighs violently trembling, gasping for air. There’s not a single thought in your head, but he likes it that way because you don’t have to stress or worry about a thing. He can just feed into his—he thinks it’s strange—desire to take care of you.
“What a good girl,” he sighs out. He kisses the backs of your thighs and your ass, and he cradles stinging spots with his palms, trying to rub away the ache and massage feeling back into your limbs. “That was a lot, hm? You haven’t cum that hard in a while.”
He takes off any restraints or other devices then scoops you up, a mess of tangled limbs, and holds you right to his chest. You always press your cheek into his over heart, trying to bury yourself inside him, while kneading at his skin with a weak grip. There’s no steady thump, thump, thump. No soft drumming against his lungs.
“Are you gonna’ leave after this?” you murmur into the hollow of his neck.
“Mm-hm. I have to— “
You don’t want to hear it. So you push away and burrow back into your bed, on the more… drier side. You twist your limbs and body up into a blanket.
“Okay then. Have a good night,” you whisper into the pillow.
He sits on the edge of the bed, mouth tugged into a frown. He’s no idiot. He knows the mood has shifted, and he knows you’re not happy, but he can’t figure out what to tell you; so he just stands and dresses himself, before seating himself down closer to you. A hand lands on your arm through the thin sheet.
“What?” he asks.
You shrug. “It’s nothing.”
It’s just that he’s made a habit of doing this: fucking you out of your head then leaving you alone to feel your way back through the dark. When you come out of your stupor, and he’s gone, you realize how insignificant you are. You’re just some hole. Some lowly, human hole, with not much else to offer him than the little noises you can make when he fucks you just right. You’re disgusting.
“You’re obviously lying,” he says. “What is it?”
“It’s not a big deal. Just go. You have important things to do.”
“I am doing an important thing.” You can hear the edge in his voice, and you don’t have to open your eyes to know he’s scowling. “Did something hurt?”
“No.”
“Contrary to popular belief, dove, I can’t read minds.”
You sigh deeply, blinking your eyes open. Only your lashes and the bridge of your nose are visible above the hem of the sheet. “I don’t know, I guess I just feel shitty sometimes.”
“What?”
“When you leave so soon, after doing all the things you do to me,” you add. “I like it when we go hard. It feels good. But then you leave right after and it makes me feel shitty, like I’m…” You’re afraid of finishing, because what if it turns out, you really don’t mean anything to him? But you swallow and force it out anyway, “Like I’m some hole.”
The silence is so thick, you couldn’t cut it with a knife. You’d need a hacksaw. Or you’d need sheer magic just to manage a dent. Levi stares at you, blue-gray eyes just shy of looking human. It makes you wonder if, at any point, he was mortal, and if he felt things the same way you did—if he was sensitive to a fault, like you. Though, you know you’re not being overly sensitive right now.
“Come here,” he finally says, voice a little raw.
He reaches out and gathers you back in his arms, your body still swaddled in the thin cotton sheet. Your chin lands on his shoulder, while his hand comes down on your spine.
“I’ll stay the night. Every night, when we’re together. I’ll stay.”
You nuzzle your cheek into his shirt. “Okay.”
“Maybe my actions have said otherwise, and I apologize if they did, but not once has that shitty thought ever crossed my mind,” he continues. Fingernails scratch at your nape, and his lips find your ear. “I have never worshipped anything the way I worship you.”
Your heart slows in your chest, beating slower as if you’re easing into sleep.
His grip tightens in your hair so he can turn your head, and before you can open your eyes, a dry but smooth pair of lips lands right below your eye. He chastely kisses your undereyes, then ruffles your hair.
“Let’s take a bath.”
You answer with a soft “mmn” and let him blink you both into the water.
I've been craving possessive demon!levi bf bad bad 🥲 I miss him
Demon! Levi x fem! Reader Warnings for demon-fucking, BDSM themes, master/pet dynamic, bondage, blindfold, impact play (spanking), body worship, marking, biting, breeding kink, possessive behavior, anal play (plug), praise kink,
God possessive Demon Boyfriend Levi who loves to remind you who you belong to. He hates it when you go out on the town without him, browsing the many shops and vendors laid out down the main street. Men flirt with you, raking their eyes up and down your body, drinking up the sight of you and burning it into the memories.
Levi can literally feel it. You don’t know how. Maybe it’s because of whatever you deal you struck together; it’s because of the way you two are tethered to each other. He can sense your discomfort even if he’s a realm away. He can tell when his ownership is being challenged, despite knowing he has ultimate control over your pleasure.
Which is why, when you get home, you’re shocked to see him already there, loitering about your kitchen.
“Levi,” you say, excitement wavering in your tone. He’s quick to grab your bags of clothing and other goods, setting them on the table. Then he immediately envelopes your mouth in a kiss.
You can feel the hunger literally being shoved down your throat from the way he pushes his tongue over yours. He needs to taste you, now. He needs to be suffocated in everything about you.
“In position. Now. I’m in a mood,” he tells you.
He doesn’t have to say anything more. You immediately sink onto your knees, face hot, your palm laid flat on your thighs. He captures your chin between his fingers and squishes your pretty face, his heart fluttering at the way your eyes gleam up at him, already filled with such eagerness.
“My good girl,” he breathes out.
The praise earns a little gasp. Very rarely does Levi praise you so early on, when you’re not dumb enough to miss it. He sounds so earnest when he says it. So loving.
“Tell me you belong to me, pet.”
You lick your lips. “I belong to you, Levi,” you say softly, because when have you ever indicated otherwise?
He has you in your bedroom later, your calves bound to your thighs in silk-soft black rope, forearms pinned together horizontally. A few more lines run above and below your breasts, pinning your arms down to your sides. He doesn’t let you see him—or more like, he doesn’t want you to see the desperation written all over his face—so a thick leather blindfold takes away your sight.
He teases you first, like always. The best part is warming you up and watching you squirm and seeing how easily your pussy starts to drip from a few touches alone.
“You always respond so well to me,” he exhales, forefinger tracing the curled arch of your foot. The featherlight stroke tickles, already making you writhe in the ropes. Then he prods at your wet slit. “Your pussy is already making a wet spot on the sheets.”
“Because you… ah… always leave me hanging… during the week,” you try to explain.
He hums. “It makes sense that you’d be more sensitive then. Mm, I like that.”
“‘s frustrating sometimes, sir.”
“What is?” he asks. He grabs your foot, a loving gesture.
“When I can’t cum ‘cause you haven’t given me permission.” You know better than to try and rub your legs together, so you subtly push your cunt into the mattress, needy for some friction over your clit.
Levi tuts and tugs on the ropes over your back, lifting your body up so he can shove a pillow beneath your pelvis.
“That calls for a spanking.”
“But you were gonna… spank me anyway, Lev’.”
You don’t expect his palm to come down on your ass so harshly, and unannounced, too. The sound tears a cry from your throat.
“Watch your tone,” he chides you, rubbing the stinging spot.
“S-sorry, sir,” you shudder. “Just… aches so badly. Fuck. ‘m sorry.”
He sighs out, dripping nonchalance, and begins to run his fingers through your folds, dousing his fingers in the slick. When you feel those same fingertips prodding your asshole, your body goes frigid then immediately goes slack in the ropes.
“Good girl,” he whispers, so quiet you can barely hear him. He works his fingers into your ass and stretches you open, slicking your your inner walls to make a home for the new plug. “Isn’t the ache nice, though? It reminds you of the one person in the world who can take it away or make it worse.”
Your jaw hangs. Weakly, you reply, “I-I do think of you a lot. So much that I touch myself.”
That makes Levi smile. His cheeks heat. “I know you do. I can smell you, dove. No matter where I am. You’re fucking potent, don’t you know?”
“Y-yes, sir, you tell me all the time. Thank—ah—thank you.”
“Mm.”
A few moments later, his fingers are removed, and a thick plug takes their place, the tapered end snuggled right against your entrance. It’s so much larger than the others, making you feel stuffed and reminding you of how empty and untouched your cunt is. You squirm, unable to handle the ache, pressing your cheek into the mattress.
Levi presses in the plug and wriggles it around while listening to the pretty noises you make. Then he’s spanking your ass, the whimpers turning into pathetic yelps. The harsh sting envelopes the lower half of your body, drowning you in heat and pain, among other things. Every hit makes your clit throb harder. It’s fucking maddening.
“Gods, you’re mine,” he whispers, the words grating against his throat. He kneads your ass with his fingers, the heat of his blows kissing his palms. An uncharacteristic brush of lips teases the skin before he’s kissing you on either side. “Mine to touch. Mine to make cum. Your pussy is mine. You’re all mine. Don’t ever forget that, dove.”
He starts marking you with his teeth, canines making little indents in your skin, drawing harsh lines all over your ass and thighs—whatever skin he can capture without messing with the ropes. He spares a kiss to your soaked cunt, poking his tongue through his lips just for a taste. He moans over your clit, but leaves you throbbing seconds later to find the arches of your feet.
His teeth knick those sensitive areas on either side, moving over the fronts of your pinned calves, until his entire body is caging you down, a second layer of restraints, in a way. He decorates the nape of neck with a new color—one that consists of bites and bruises from his possessive mouth. These marks, people can see. People will know you belong to someone.
Down the nape of your neck and over each of your shoulders he moves, then your upper arms and your spine, until he meets your conjoined forearms. You’re shuddering when he’s satisfied, your backside painted in saliva, covered in bite marks. The pain makes your head foggy, thickening your thoughts and reducing them to nothing but a name: Levi.
He undoes the ropes around your forearms so he can push you comfortably on your back, a harsh hiss leaving your lips from the pain. He waits until it fades while his gaze lingers on the blindfold covering your eyes, then he gets to work on your frontside.
Now you’ll be able to feel me on every inch of your body, he thinks to himself. Your bound legs are pressed up and out, lips scouring your navel and the bunched, soft skin of your lower tummy. His tongue dips into every crease he can find, licking the places he can’t quite bite, until he works the plush of your breasts. Your nipples are sucked to soreness, bitten and stimulated enough to provoke tears, then your décolletage and your neck are given proper attention.
In his stupor, he pushes his mouth onto yours, seizing your lips. It’s so messy, saliva being pushed into your mouth with his tongue, combining with your own. He swipes your teeth, explores every wet surface, and shoves up on the blindfold so he can wipe the tears from your eyes. He wants you to look at him. See him; and he wants to stare into you and see everything, too.
“Levi, put it in,” you beg him through the wet kiss. Your lips are quite literally smacking, and you’re so wet you’re dripping between your ass.
“Beg for it.”
You whimper, breaking down. “Levi, I need your cock right now. In my pussy. Please, give it to me. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me— “
He makes an almost anguished sound, hurriedly working his cock out of his pants and pushing into without warning. You scream, throwing your head back as your fingers scramble to grab whatever part of him you can. Ropes are still pinning your arms to your sides, but you find a weak grip in his hips.
He rocks into you, fast and hard, his tip finding that one spot. You’re so wet you can hear him fucking you, his mouth still hot over yours, tongue hard at work.
“Mine. You’re mine,” he growls.
“I’m yours,” you reassure him. “Cum in me, Levi. F-fill me up.”
“Oh.” The sound leaves his lips as a loud moan. Something animalistic and so painfully human is unleashed instead him, and his hips find a new vigor—a new purpose. “You want me to make you all round, dove? I’ll put a fucking baby in you. I’ll do it, Gods.”
He grabs onto your bound legs and pins them up to your chest, splitting you open until finally, you’re cumming together. Right as he spills inside of you, you’re clamping down, milking him like your body is begging him to give you everything.
“Levi! Levi!” you shout, sobbing from the stimulation. He slows his pace, a hand coming down to cup the side of your face. He kisses you slowly to feel out the inside of your mouth, tasting your whines.
You’re fucked out and dizzy by the end of it; both of you are. He’s panting and catching his breath, clothes soaked with sweat, while he kneels between your thighs and uses his fingers to push his cum back inside your cunt. He plugs it in by flattening his palm over your entrance.
“Good girl,” he sighs. “You did so good.”
The aftermath makes him feel all fluttery. Your body is covered head to toe in marks from his lips and teeth, still glistening where saliva pooled out of his mouth. Indents from the ropes mark your legs, chest, and arms when he finally frees you.
He carries you to the bathe and soaks you and washes you, before drying you bringing you back to a clean bed.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs as he applies salve, massaging it into your skin. “I was… too harsh.”
You hum and grab onto the hem of his shirt. “Liked it all.”
sar you’ve got me OBSESSED with the idea of demon bf levi :(( it makes me so soft knowing that reader and levi have grown to genuinely care for each other outside of their deal… like reader missing levi whenever he’s gone and wanting him to write is so 😭💕
Warnings for descriptions of subdrop, stopping of a scene (what would happen with a safe word called but without the safe word in this scenario), mainly comforting, some sadness
Reader and her demon bf Levi are such fucking freaks but also in love.
Levi doesn’t really understand the fickle emotions of human beings, so whenever you display a particular mood he isn’t used to, he’s so goddamn confused. He can’t tell if you’re genuinely upset with him, or just messing around on purpose. He doesn’t understand why you cry over dumb romance novels—especially the ones that you literally write. Like, don’t you already know the outcome? The hell are you weeping over?
All of your encounters started as sexual. That was the base of the contract anyway. You both agreed.
One day when he’s returned from a “business trip”, he has you on all fours. You haven’t said much to him. A simple greeting, and that’s all, but he chalked it up to exhaustion and nothing more. You’re a little less vocal, not as expressive. He’ll talk, but your responses will sound a bit hollow.
It’s only when his hand drifts between your legs does he realize you’re barely wet, and he immediately stops. It’s a bit jarring, because something like that has never happened before. Silently, he just reaches for the blanket and drapes it over your waist.
“What are you doing?” you murmur.
“You’re not turned on at all,” he says. “So we’re done for the day.”
You holds his gaze for a moment before letting your eyes fall shut. You snuggle into your sheets and whisper out, “I’m sorry.”
It honestly breaks his heart; and he finds out quickly he would do anything to fix this achy feeling inside him. So he slides onto the edge of the bed, sliding an arm under your back, another below your knees. You’re hoisted into his arms and cradled like a baby until your head rolls into the crook of his neck. The blanket wraps around you like a cocoon.
“W-what are you doing?” you stutter, eyes blown wide. Levi has never once held you like this. It honestly gives you butterflies.
“What’s it look like, dove? I’m… trying to help.”
“Oh,” you hum softly. You relax in his hold, inhaling the smell of pine and firewood you’ve gotten so used to. Your cottage smells like him, even when he’s not here. “Thank you.”
He nods. “Was it something I said or did?”
You shake your head. “I wasn’t feeling very good today, that’s all.”
“Are you sick?”
“Emotion-wise, Levi.”
“Oh, right,” he murmurs gently. “What kind of emotion, then?”
“A few but mostly sadness.”
He thinks hard about it. “And what does that feel like?”
“Heavy,” you say after some time. “Smothering. All-consuming. Like I can’t think about anything else no matter how hard I try.”
And that’s how you and Levi develop the little ritual where you describe to him what emotions feel like, to the best of your ability. Happiness, anger, and eventually, love. Strangely enough, some descriptions are scarily accurate to the way his body feels when he’s around you. He wonders what that’s all about.
I’m in my demon boyfriend Levi era and working on something (maybe a part 2? I don’t know what will come of it) but I am trying to establish a dynamic between Levi and Dove. I just wanna share…
He stands and only bothers to kick his shoes off before stepping into the bath with you. The water sloshes, and you squint at him, mouth gaped. His white shirt turns sheer where the water soaks through the fabric, and he wedges himself between your thighs, reminding you of the underlying firmness everywhere on him. Your legs instinctively part, making room, and he hooks your naked thigh over his hip.
“You know, next time, you don’t have to worry about a bath,” he murmurs against your jaw. He props one hand on the basin, then brings his mouth level with yours. “I’d fuck you dirty.”
You scoff, turning your head and making him chase you. He presses a teasing kiss to your cheek and trails back towards your ear.
“When you leave me in this state, I could fucking kill you, Levi,” you say, breathless, your head lolling back against the tub.
“I know, dove, but that’s part of the deal.”
“Fuck your deal. Fuck you.”
He clicks his tongue, mouth twisted into a smirk. He bows his head until your foreheads press together, and you can longer escape the feel of his breath fanning yours.
Been thinking about angst/fluff demon bf!Levi where he's away from you one day and you get hurt. He can feel it immediately. And he drops everything to race back to you and feels fear for the first time in his life
It’s just a little bit of blood, okay? Nothing incapacitating. But immediately after it happens, there’s a whiff of air beside you and the parchment paper on your kitchen counter goes flying.
“Levi!” you scowl. When he looks at you, you’re nursing your hand against your chest, a scowl scrunching your features. “What are you doing?!”
“You’re hurt.”
“Huh, no— “
Warm hands land on your shoulders, seizing you. “Yes, you are. What happened? Who did—“
You grunt and flash him your hand, a red gash drawn across the tip of your pointer finger. Blood is seeping down your skin. “Just me being careless,” you tell him. “I cut myself while cooking. It’s nothing.”
He visibly eases, but doesn’t step back. Instead, his hands slide down your arms, and he takes your wrist into his hands. With his eyes boring into yours, you can’t bring yourself to look away as he pops your finger into his mouth. There’s a soft suctioning, his pink lips puffing around the intrusion, before you feel the sweep of his tongue over the broken skin. Then he pulls off your finger with a quiet smack, and the blood is gone. All that’s left is a faded mark.
And now your face is burning hot.
“That was dramatic,” you say, your voice quiet.
He hums, then reaches for your cabinet where he knows your first aid kit is. A bandaid is retrieved and he caresses your hand as he applies it.
“But now it’s no longer bleeding,” he responds, straight-faced. He reaches up and touches the crown of your head, smoothing down the hairs there.
“No, I suppose it isn’t. What have you been doing?”
“Working.”
You purse your lips, then return to your cooking preparations. You only spare him a final glance, an uncharacteristic softness in your eyes. If he were better at reading emotions, then he’d know precisely what you’re feeling: longing, yearning. He can smell it, yes, but the more particular the emotion, the harder it is for him to place. Fear, sadness, joy, he knows well enough. But the intricacies and layers of your feelings for him, he couldn’t begin to understand. Not when you’re so painfully… human; and he’s not.
“You could stay for dinner if you’d like,” you say, focusing on the vegetables. Levi watches your cutting closely so you don’t make the same mistake twice.
“I don’t have an appetite for food. You know that.”
“But you have an appetite for other things,” you quickly add.
He smirks. “It seems I do.”
“Perhaps you have an appetite for said things tonight.”
He sees the peek of skin above your waistband where your shirt has ridden up, and he scathes his fingers over the secret spot. Goosebumps are immediately roused over your skin, and his breath audibly hitches. Your gazes meet.
okay but like… threesome with demon!levi and angel!levi…….
Omg Demon! Levi being dominant over reader and Angel! Levi… They’re both so possessive of her, and angel Levi gets whiny when he doesn’t get to touch her while demon Levi has to “mark” his territory. Heavy on the dacryphilia kink… and maybe demon levi degrading angel levi while praising Reader for a change? Interesting
