okay fucking levi this and levi fucking that but when will levi ever fucking get breakfast in bed type of treatment? now if only i could wake up before him, i really would bring him something nice and eat in bed (while playing the dangerous game of having no crumbs fall on the sheets). but he really deserves a whole lot of morning treatment, especially when he isn’t feeling well or or just because he’s too tired to get out of bed early for once :((
hhh im picturing when Levi is having one of those stretches when getting out of bed feels impossible, and even with sleep he is incredibly low on energy. Numb and tired and emotionless.
He slept over six hours the night before, which is practically a coma for him, and yet when you stir beside him and he twitches awake, all his limbs are made of warm lead. He can't do it.
And then you roll over, sleepy and half-lidded and glowing in the morning light. His heart clenches a little; when he can't be reminded why he tries, when he's feeling this way, you are the most brightest reminder of all.
You kiss him faintly on the nose, not moving, just a press of your lips, and then his cheek, and finally, his lips.
"So soon?" he mumbles. You've begun to pull away from him. He knows it's selfish and a little irresponsible of him—you shouldn't have to wait up—but he finds himself missing you before you've even left anyway.
Your gaze turns playful. "I'll be right back, how 'bout that?"
You don't have to. Part of him thinks you're kidding, especially since you have a full day of tasks and chores ahead, so when you slip out of bed, Levi forces himself not to expect anything. That means if he's disappointed, then he really had nothing to look forward to in the first place. He won't feel so pathetic then.
The clench in his heart is pointed now, and cold. He would rather sleep for a while longer.
His mind swims between soft wakefulness and dead dreams until he senses the floorboard creak, and he twitches awake again, ever-vigilant.
He blinks, and leans up, then. He doesn't believe his eyes.
On top of a flat tray, a bowl of hot oatmeal, peppered with cinnamon and sliced apples sits steaming. Two waffles on a smaller plate adorn the side.
For him? He doesn't know who else it would be for, but he isn't quite processing the vicious twist of affection in his chest until you prop it up in front of him, and your hand settles in his hair, combing it down.
"You deserve something nice. Enjoy it," you encourage, smiling, and the twist rises to his throat.
He searches your kind gaze fervently, wondering, how did he get this fortunate? What good has he done to deserve you?
"And good morning," you finish.
"Th...Thank you," he stammers, unsure of how to respond, how to convey it.
He feels so loved, so appreciated by the time he tucks into his breakfast.
a drabble for making gentle, sweet love to injured Levi :((
content/warnings: making love to Levi, riding, minor descriptions of injuries/injury recovery, creampie (f!recieving), very soft, heavy petting
wc: ~1.8k
inspired by sar [@bibblelevi] and this post !!!🥺
When Levi is feeling so sick and sunk and guilty after his injuries brought him within an inch of losing his life :( He’s been so restless during his recovery, but you’re there through it all, caring for him so gently and with patience beyond even him.
After the stitches could finally come out, after he’s slowly gained a bit of his appetite back, after he’s finally able to sit up straight in bed and sip on the tea you brew for him... this unbearable loneliness begins clawing inside him.
It's impossible to ignore. You gently dusting his bangs off his forehead and giving him soft, oh-so-careful kisses to the jagged scar above his ruined eye drives home the longing in the center of his chest.
Levi needs you—if just to feel close to you again after all this heartache. He needs to be completely reassured that you’ll still want him the way he is now, and to convey just how grateful he is for you to tend to his bedside day and night.
You’re afraid you’ll hurt him or aggravate his injuries, of course, so you treat him so softly, like fine china that could shatter. You lean over the edge of the bed, kissing him with slow, deep reverence like you're savoring the air from each other’s lungs.
With Levi’s leg propped up on a fluffy pillow, he manages a comfy position on his back and fumbles at the buttons of his loose button-up. He goes about it a little clumsily, but only because his eyes are on you, giving your shirt a good tug over your head; because he feels your plump thighs hugging his hips from your straddle over his lap.
You smile all coy at him, murmur, "You look distracted," and he can't even be a smartass about it because you're so damn right.
It's been far too long since he's gotten to see you like this, so he can't keep his good hand—the other coated in pressed, white bandages—from straying to your waist, playing at the lacy hem of your panties; his eyes are roaming all over you. He fucking craves you, after all this time, which is why he’s going to dissolve right underneath you if you don't kiss him right this very instant :((
The position leaves you stooped over Levi's bare chest with his good hand giving special attention the new, softer weight around your waist; his touch starts wandering when your open-mouthed kisses stray to his adam’s apple, biting so gently his hand buries in your hair so he can keep you there. Your hips are grinding with his in these deliciously hot motions, as sweet as a slow drip of molasses.
Levi swallows your buttery sighs in a dizzying slew of sweeping, slow kisses, and meagerly urges you close for how sluggish his injuries leave him. He can only do so much with his mangled hand but glide his palm up and down the soft swell of your thigh; slip his good one beneath the fine hem of your panties to take a handful of your ass.
He groans all soft, his cock giving a tender throb between his thighs, and wishes you could capture him in a bruising kiss without tearing what remains of the sutures splitting his lip in the middle.
"Need to be careful", he hears you huff between your roaming palms. You're practically worshipping the warm swell of his chest, his waist—but by the sounds of things you were telling yourself that just as much as him.
You treat him to the feeling of your hot, sticky mouth gently suctioning his pricked pink nipples, tracing ancient, raised scars to either catalogue them to memory, or to flatter him—even in this state. Either way all this attention forces stinging tears to Levi's eyes where it almost never has before. He can't help it :( If it weren't for you, he'd just be left used-up and broken and alone.
Although his body is struggling to respond to the fierce warmth pooling low in his belly, he swallows a moan and encourages you to seat yourself on top of him—just touch him.
“Missed you,” he sighs, shuddering when you tug his waistband down and his dick, lewdly pink and slippery with precum, slaps against his pelvis. His head falls back without thinking. “Fucking missed you.”
You wrap a warm palm around him, craving him down to your very bones and the ache between your thighs—you missed him like hell.
He's putty in your hands, his hips giving these little, involuntary jerks to his cock being played with just the way it runs his blood the hottest. His mouth won't stay shut either, his hair is wild about his head, and a rich blush almost the color of his lips has splotched his chest. It's been too long. It isn't long before sticky precum is spilling over his fat cockhead. You cup his balls too, appreciating the weight of him in your palm.
Levi spreads his legs instinctively, winces, and pushes his cock into your grip instead. Once your hand slips between your own thighs, leaving his cock plenty-slick, he groans low in his throat and doesn't just tug, but yanks you on top of him.
"Fuck me already," he grumbles weakly, "Won't break me."
You try to warn him to be patient, but he's too busy curling his heavy tongue around the swelled peaks on your chest while his one able hand strains to play with your other. The sweet sounds you make, your hand scooping the back of his head up to encourage his mouth leaves his eyes glazing over.
He just about cries out when your cunt swallows his cockhead, not entirely for how good it feels but the lick of pain from clawing at your back with his bad hand. Eyes squeezed shut, his jaw drops with open-mouthed gulps of sex-heavy air. You notice, because of course you do, but he insists his hand is okay; between an expression threatening to break into bliss, you scoop his chin up in your palm and ask again. He's okay.
You're good to keep going, so Levi gets to watch your features pinch with pleasure, feel your soft cunt hug his cock tight in efforts to swallow it all in, and reel from the squeeze right along with you.
"Fuck, Levi," you breathe, like his name is being punched from your lungs, and you have so much to say—how fucking good he feels in you, filling you, how you missed him, and how you love him. To the ends of the earth you fucking love him, and you never want to be without him again.
He has to whimper, choked low in his throat, and make a grab for your shoulder so you’re right on top of him, pressed so close that your lashes kiss his cheeks and sweat sticks between both your heaving chests. Your kisses are silky, hot and open-mouthed, thick with passion, as much as Levi could possibly give you right now—you can have every last bit.
His throaty noises only grow louder as you grind down, then gently begin to rock. He doesn’t know how to say he loves you too without bearing the heavy terror of those words. Instead, with his maimed hand planted on your back where it needs to stay, he gropes for your other just beside his head and locks your hands together. He gives a squeeze, and you squeeze back just as hard with a soft noise, some cross between a whine and a choked sob muffled against the side of his throat.
Your hips are still moving, burying him deep inside you in leisurely motions without so much effort put towards your nearing climax as the heart-melting sense of being as close to each other as you could possibly be.
The sound of your tears, borne of a sense of overwhelming relief, grief, or pleasure breaks him open. With a sloppy kiss to your temple, he moves with you, and whispers like the words are getting snagged in his throat: "Love you, l–love you..." between heavy kisses to any place he can reach until your puffy lips find his again.
His lidded eyes, normally the hue of gunmetal, shine like a tired blue sky; one is rendered silvery and clouded-over forever. You have to kiss him again, fingers squeezing his own nearly as hard as you do his dark locks of hair. "Fucking love you, Levi."
It’s a wickedly hot, slow rise, and a sweeping rush back down. You come first, moans falling from your parted lips one after another. Levi stretches his bad hand across your back in efforts to cradle you through the pleasure-wracked tremors. Your walls, so deliciously hot, soft, velvety hug his cock so tight he groans along with you, kicks his hips up in attempts to fuck you through it. Through the aftershocks you shiver and shake, but he's got you.
It takes him longer to finish—maybe it’s the wrung-out state of his body, Levi’s natural endurance—but neither of you mind. Where your sweaty hands are still fastened over-top the pillow beside his head, you glide your thumb over his and draw your walls tight around his cock; you pay no mind to the prickly jolts of overstimulation. Your soft voice encourages him too, murmuring right by his ear, "So good, honey, make me feel so good," and, "Wanna feel you inside—come for me."
His brow furrows with the intensifying heat of his nearing climax, plump, pink lips parting with moans that only reach higher in his throat the closer he gets. You can’t bring yourself to do anything else but stare, awed and so deeply in love with the growing bliss breaking over his sharp features. You call him your good, sweet boy, and his head tips back with a choked cry.
“Fuck, I’m–” is all he can manage before the words on his tongue dissolve into a broken moan. As long as you’ve both been at it, his climax rolls through him like a blazing wave, drawing hiccuped, pleased groans from his chest and a shuddering whine from you when his cock throbs deep inside and fills you with his cum.
You milk him for all his climax is worth, inspiring his body to jolt and shudder. He has to cling to you with quiet catches of your name—just like a prayer until his climax recedes a little and he has to come down.
You both bathe in the warm glow when he’s left softening and idly twitching inside you. Between sharing lazy, slack-jawed kisses, your palm cradling the side of his face scathed by only milder slashes, you can’t bear to pull apart just yet. You only shiver when his girth just barely slips from you and his cum starts to gently roll down your inner thighs.
This is exactly what you both needed—you’d be damned to end it and pull away far, far too soon.
Congratulations on 1k followers! I request soft sex with canon verse Levi
i didn’t know which starter you meant specifically, so i just chose one<3: “I want to taste you.” I hope you enjoy san
secretly based on this post by @bibblelevi tbh
content/warnings: everyone is a switch, spitting, overstimulation, crying (dacryphilia), oral (f!receiving), dirty talk, light mentions of depression at the beginning, dumbification, praise°radation, multiple orgasms (f!receiving), some impact play
wc: ~2.9k
Levi, at the best of times, will only “admit” that something is wrong with his more obvious tells.
Tonight, when you suggested you have a cup of tea over paperwork, he silently brewed a pot, and silently returned your empty cups to the kitchen afterwards without asking if you wanted more.
For all that time, he remained so lost in his own mind that it took a few tries of his name to answer. Multiple times, you caught him rubbing the bridge of his nose, nursing a headache.
You catch him in the doorway to your shared bedroom now, his harness and jacket removed, but nothing else: a sign he plans to rest in his chair tonight instead of your bed.
You pout. “By the way you’ve been acting, I thought the last thing you’d want is back pain.”
“I haven’t been acting like anything,” he argues. No hesitation.
“So your back doesn’t hurt?”
“It’s—” His eyes dart away while he finds the word. “—manageable.”
You frown. While you can tell he’s waiting for you to move out of his way, a glare beginning to mark that worry line between his brow, you don’t.
“I could still give you a massage to help with that.”
“I had a good day,” he replies bluntly. “So if some pathetic back pain isn’t manageable, something else would’ve killed me already. Move.”
That stings. No. You refuse to be pushed away when something’s clearly wrong.
You plant both your hands down on the doorway to block his path. “I don't think you’d be trying to joke about death if you had a good day.”
He shrugs his jacket higher over his arm, glares harder. As if he could move you aside with his eyes.
“Levi,” you sigh, more gentle. “I’m not moving unless you make me move.”
And you both know how easy that would be for him to do.
“…Good things happened,” he acquiesces after a short sigh. Then, for the first time, he actually looks at you, eyes dull and tired, and you figure out the problem. When the cause of a shitty day is unexplainable—when, by all accounts, things went well—shitty days with a reason seem better in comparison.
“But, you feel like the opposite,” you guess.
He rubs the bridge of his nose once more, jaw tightening with irritation. “Should’ve expected this.”
“I want to help you.”
“How do you solve a problem when there’s no fucking cause for it?” he snaps.
He sees the flash of surprise on your face after that sudden explosion, and stammers. His leathers swish as he protectively pins his arm across his middle.
“Look, this is pointless. So I’m leaving.”
“Levi, please.”
“Move.”
You stay right where you are, nor does Levi make any movement to push past you. A stalemate.
“You’re right,” you compromise. “It’s kind of impossible to solve a problem that doesn’t have a cause, so forget about that.”
You take a step or two until you’re standing directly underneath the doorway, and touch his shoulders.
“What do you mean?”
“Wow,” you murmur. “You’re really tense.”
With nimble fingertips, you begin to rub into the hard muscles, just a little, and he hisses through his teeth. His shoulders drop.
“Don’t worry about solutions. Just tell me what you think will make you feel better.”
A heavy swallow. Even in his face you see his resolve wavering. By the way his eyes flutter closed and his utter failure to push you away, you know it’s been bad.
“Levi, baby…”
It’s ridiculously easy to get him to submit.
“I...” A blush rises to his cheeks. “What, you want something specific?”
“Not really.”
Just briefly, you stop massaging to take his uniform jacket over your own arm before they land on his shoulderblades. He shudders.
Gazing into his eyes, you see that he’s still lost. “Give me one thing, and I’ll take care of the rest. It’s not your job to worry about me making you feel better.”
His adam’s apple visibly bobs when he swallows. Whatever he was going to say is interrupted by a soft grunt as you work your massage higher up his lean shoulders.
“What do you want, honey?”
His lips move soundlessly before his hands come up for support from your waist. “…Y-You.”
You nibble on the inside of your cheek. When you press your foreheads together, his eyes flutter shut.
“Me?”
“Is that specific enough?”
You kiss his lips, humming faintly. They’re a little dry, which you remedy with a slow swipe of your tongue.
The slow sigh that results shakes, so you tilt your head and lay your hand on his jaw, guiding him. Just like that, he’s putty in your hands.
You pull away first, something stirring in you by the way he licks his lips. That blush is deeper now.
“Do you have anything more specific in mind?” you ask.
He blinks slowly, something he tends to do when he needs to think (given he has the privilage of time to do so).
“Take your time.” You kiss below his jaw.
His chest rises. “I want to taste you,” he whispers into your hairline. “I want...”
A distraction, and a damn good one; to make you feel good in order to not feel the guilt of taking your attention.
He can’t bring himself to say anything to that effect out loud, but you seem to understand.
Heat stirs below your waist. “I’d love that,” you breathe, and as you speak, you slide his hands up underneath your top, caressing warm skin.
He follows your lead, sighs around the warm squeeze of your soft tits. A firm flick has you humming shakily.
Again, your lips glide softly together. He wants it slow.
His warm lips follow up your jaw until his breath tickles the shell of your ear. “Take this off.”
Shivers take you over as your hands fall around your waist. He pulls you on unsteady legs to the bed, the mattress springs whining as you drop onto your back.
Levi follows right after you to peel your pants away. He has the patience to toss them aside in something resembling neatness, but not to move right onto the delicate hems of your panties.
“Panties, too,” he grunts. “You’ll get them dirty, if they haven’t already.”
With a good-natured huff you roll your eyes—to play off the fact that he’s right, your panties are a little dark between your thighs, wet.
“Knew it.” The tiniest quirk has his lips as he yanks those right off too.
Your legs reflectively shut as your cunt is exposed to the balmy air, only for him to spread them apart and shuffle until the bottoms of your thighs touch the tops of his.
Your eyes pop wide in surprise as he sighs softly between kisses that trail down from the between your breasts. His touch is firm, but fleeting.
You ruffle his hair. “Not even gonna tease me?”
He doesn’t have the patience to say anything. You’re shot nothing but an annoyed glance before your thighs are abruptly spread wide and flat. He gets comfortable on his belly and ducks down to coat the long line between your thigh and pelvis with his tongue.
“Levi,” you whisper. “Please.”
“No matter what I do, you’re gonna get wet. And I don’t feel like working for it.”
“But... How can I make it better for you?”
Levi gets off on teasing you, that’s no secret.
“You keep your legs open, and come on my tongue,” he speaks into the fat of your thigh, smearing open-mouthed kisses further and further up. “You can never be patient, huh?”
Your thighs twitch involuntarily as he sinks his teeth in, then jerk. Practiced fingertips swim through your slit, then smear your sticky cum all over your clit.
You gasp, fucking up towards his face. Fuck, it’s been a while.
He was right: No matter what he does. “‘kay, fuck, anything you want.”
Soft blue-greys, more silvery by the light of a lone lantern, flicker up towards you. “Is that not what you had in mind?”
You underestimated how shitty he has been feeling. If Levi doesn’t want to tease, if he can still be doubting himself while you’re squirming above him, he must be feeling bad—much more than he let on.
“Please,” you reassure. “You’re perfect.”
A heavy sigh, more like a groan, vibrates your lip, where his tongue follows up and up.
Little gasps hitch up in your throat. Your hips twitch in the direction of his mouth, begging wordlessly.
Clearly he meant what he said, proven when his heavy tongue drags through your slit. He moans.
“Oh, fuck!” you whine, thighs jerking shut—or trying. You didn’t expect that.
A breathy sigh sinks into a low groan. You forget, you’ve both been so busy that it’s been too long for him, too.
Levi, somehow, always finds the patience to take his sweet time. The muscles of his forearm draw taut over your thigh, the other spreading your cunt wide open leaves your hole quivering around air.
With each eager push of his tongue through your pussy, narrowly avoiding your swollen clit, your hole drools more and more for him.
More.
You lie gaping up at the ceiling, overtaken by shivers, by his hot, seeking tongue—“Lev’, more!”
Your hips roll with his tongue that briskly sweeps up and down until your heavy breaths grow into panting. “L-Lick my clit, fucking, please.”
His swift licking doesn’t acquiesce. Before you can help it, your thighs are working to squeeze his head, pinning his ears, and he actually whines. Strained, wanting.
“Ah. Really want me to suffocate you?”
His nose glistens as he looks up and asks back, “Really wanna keep asking me stupid fucking questions?”
That tone, he uses to order his men around—it makes you want to fall down to your knees. You’d do anything to hear him whine like that again. Your clit throbs.
You don’t answer fast enough, and Levi doesn’t wait to squirm backwards, pop open his collar, and lay your thigh flat.
He pins it down using his elbow, and with two thumbs, he spreads your pussy open again. His flat tongue licks a long, wide stripe from your twitching hole to your clit.
Your cry breaks the air. “Right there!”
You don’t see him squirming, you only feel three fingers rapidly tugging down on your clit so you cry out for him again.
Then, fucking finally, his searing mouth falls down around the source of your ache and begins to suckle. A moan is forced from you.
Your thighs all but close around his head. If he wants you to suffocate him, you will, and if he wants your cum on his tongue, your hand will fly down to his hair to encourage him to take it.
The instant you take a fistful and tug, a louder moan vibrates your twitching clit.
“Fuck,” you whimper. “Don’t fucking stop, baby.”
With the flat of his tongue, he rubs slow and purposeful, massaging.
“F-Faster.”
On cue, his tongue swirls around and around, becoming more frantic. It’s like all he wants to do is make you feel good, nothing else.
“That’s a good boy,” you say shakily, only for your voice to crack at the urgency he then pushes between your legs, shoving your head further up on the pillows.
Your climax rises in you, but your panting isn’t as loud as the squelching noises as he devours your cunt.
“Fuck,” he mumbles into your swollen clit. His tongue flits down and circles your rim, eyes tightly shut as you force his head down. “Th-Think I’m…”
You don’t hear him. “Getting close,” you warn, surprise lacing your tone. “Holy shit, p-perfect fucking mouth Levi, fuck.”
Your hips practically use his mouth for a fucktoy, but he gives you more, licking turning frantic. Your back begins to lift, and his fingers haven’t even dipped into your pussy yet.
You moan, "Gods, don't stop, d-don't—" you toss your head back, “fucking good boy, fuck!”
Your loud moan hits the air on as you fly over a high edge. A loud slurping sound can be heard before his raspy groan vibrates your clit, making you come so much harder, making you see stars.
You ride out the waves on his tongue. If your head wasn’t thrown back, blindly fucking up into his perfect mouth, you’s see his hips rolling into the mattress in the exact same way.
The sparks ebb away slowly, not that Levi is stopping. He’a barely slowing.
You twitch, which dissolves into full squirming. You’re only forced to peal open your eyes when two fingers easily bury into your spasming hole. They slide against your walls, over that spot, in quick thrusts, just when you thought you were calming down.
“Fuck!” you squeak, softly thrashing. The second one is always more intense that that first, and it’s washing over you strong.
“Gonna come again,” you whimper. “Gonna, gonna—”
You cum again, much harder than the first time. He has to pry your stubborn thigh back so you can enjoy it.
Now, your cunt meekly throbs. Levi’s tongue is fucking searing.
“Please!” Your chest wracks with a dry sob. Hell if you know what you’re even begging for. “L-Levi.”
The deep red blush all over his face seems almost shiny thanks to your cum. His eyes are half-lidded—are they even open?—once he finally pulls away from your used pussy. Again his hips shift, pressed to mattress, and his eyes flutter. He’s getting off on this.
You don’t have the mind right now to process that Levi came from eating your pussy alone. Instead your head falls back, whimpering from the heavy twitching, oversensitive.
Light panting puffs your slick inner thigh—his stamina is never not insane to you—before his tongue darts out and laps it up.
“Ngh.” Levi grunts from your sudden pull on his hair. Just like that, three fingers slide into your cunt with less than no resistance. You suck them in eagerly despite trying to shy away.
His fingers struggle to curl. “Greedy. Just anything gets you off, huh. What a good whore.”
His point his proven when your whine rises into a wail as he struggles to bully in a fourth finger into your rapidly fluttering cunt.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Y-Ye—Ah, uh-huh.”
“Hah.”
A special desperation laces the whining noise high in his throat. He gives up on fitting in a fourth so his tongue can slit in beside the others instead.
“Lev’!” you shriek. “Fuck, I saw you, did you c-come like this?”
He grunts non-commitally, tongue probing deeper. Heavy heat licks pelts your walls.
Tears bleed onto your lashes. Your eyes shut, and they pour over. “‘m not a whore, you are.”
A visible shiver wracks his body.
Arousal turns over your belly. It’ll be a while before you can come again, so you should indulge him (as much as you can think to, at least).
“Being such a good boy, makin’ me feel so good. My good boy.”
He moans loudly, eyes squeezed shut. His arm is practically clinging to your shaking thigh.
“Am I making you feel better?”
His glazed eyes flutter before his mouth pulls off. Your hand, previously, clenched in the sheets, is dragged to your clit. He give it a tap, and your hips jump.
“Is it too much, sweetheart?” he coos softly, guiding your palm up and down.
Your head flails over the pillows as searing pleasure wracks you. “Yes.”
But you let him use you.
“Too bad,” he grunts. “Keep touching yourself.”
Whimpering, you bend to his will. Far away, you feel the mattress dip beside your head; you think he grabs a pillow.
“Keep going, sweetness,” he says, too softly to make it an order. “You’re gonna gush for me.”
He leaves no room for debate.
You weep up at the ceiling, barely hearing. A hand smears tears off your cheek, beckoning your attention towards him. Your cum glistens his nose, his shiny lips, his chin.
“Remember to use your colors.”
You don’t hear his words, just his rough rasp in that same ordering tone.
He gives your cheek a light slap, then your tit. “You better be fucking listening.”
Your hips jump up. “Uh-huh! I am I am.”
“What a good girl.” Levi leans back and shoves his trousers down to his knees. When those are done away with, sticky white cum cakes his thighs in places. His wet cock is still half-hard.
You start craving your fingers.
“Honey,” you cry softly. “‘m I making you feel better?”
That same pillow is laid long-ways between his round thighs. His hand runs down yours, once again guiding your slippery palm. “Yeah. ‘Course you are.”
He shuffles back down again and presses a trail of quick, sticky kisses until his tongue lathering your slit, licking around your fingers.
“Oh my god, fuck!”
Levi grunts. His head lifts, and he spits on your pussy. Three fingers bury inside.
“Relax.” He takes your hand and gives your knuckles a kiss before planting your hand back in his hair. “Just keep coming for me.”
In a sudden shift, his head bows and licks into your hole, joining his fingers again. His palms keep your thighs where he wants them.
hi! i recently came across your first times anthology and i absolutely love how you write levi - it’s the BEST depiction of him that i’ve read in a fic! thank you for your beautiful work! if it’s okay with you, can i please request a levi x reader fic with dom levi smut, after reader calls him cute too many times and levi tries to prove he’s more than just ‘cute’?! hope that makes sense & thank you!!
thank you!!! ive been working overtime on anthology lately i love it sm :) i hope you like this too!! i set it in canonverse, hope thats good with you!
wc: ~1.3k
content/warnings: doggy position, levi teaches you.. a lesson, a little humiliation, begging, creampie (f!recieving), some daddy kink (couldn't resist), captain kink(?), impact play (f!recieving), rough sex
“Still just ‘cute’?”
You hiccup a cry as Levi folds your knees, pinning your thighs to your chest. He bears down on you, effectively caging you in and slipping his cock in so much deeper than before. Sweaty skin slaps together with each wet smack of his balls against your pelvis.
A ruthless fuck is what you get for cooing how cute Levi is in his ear, all day today; now he’s got something to prove.
“Too fucked-out to think? Let’s fix that.” A lithe hand buries in your hair, and sweet pain follows it, wrenching your head up. In dim light, his eyes look blazing. “Tell me how cute I am when you come all over my cock.”
Your cunt flutters around him, your walls dragging with his thrusts. You can't even think. “God–”
Hot breath puffs against your throat, licking the salty sweat, soothing plenty of bruises he's already made with his teeth—now he’s adding a few more. There’s no resistance between your bodies, not with a mess—your mess—of slick slathering your thighs, coating Levi’s dick from how much you’ve gushed around him. Your hamstrings burn with the press he’s trapped you in, but you’re rapidly approaching your next peak; so it doesn’t matter, not with how good he fucks you.
He throbs with your tightening cunt, the way you practically swallow him inside. “Really gonna come again? That was fuckin’ quick—what a slut.”
“Yours.” you grope across the rigid plane of his back, urging him closer. “Need it, fuck me so good–“
Pride burns through him, a moan passing from his lips before he can stop it. He’d love to hear more of it; make you prove it.
You whine, confused as his cock slips out of you. With glossy eyes, you sputter, open-mouthed. “Wha–?”
“Need it? I don’t believe you.”
Levi’s palms land on your thighs, effectively spreading them apart. At last, your stinging muscles ease, but not before his fingers are dancing up and down your soaked slit, spreading the slick mess of his own cum that’s trickled out of you, and so much of your own.
He commands you to touch yourself. “Fingers, too. Let’s see if it’s half as good without me.”
The humiliation of it has you whimper, but your hand eagerly falls between your thighs anyway, eager to please. You both know Levi could give a shit less how cute you find him; you get a kick out of teasing him so he can burn with the pride of blowing your mind.
“That's my girl. Faster.”
He slaps the fat of your thigh, roughly kneading the searing skin where it’s long-since gone red with his own brand of discipline. Each sting makes your pleasure burn brighter, but your own fingers shakily fondling your clit still don’t compare to his, and especially not his cock splitting you open. You clench around nothing, horribly empty.
“Please, sir,” you beg, slipping your palm over your clit and grinding against it. “Need your cock—s’only you, please.”
“Try harder.”
Levi lands another slap to the seat of your thigh and crawls back between your thighs, palms wandering, squeezing. He doesn’t tell you enough just how much he loves your body—sweet and soft, curved in all the right places. What’s sweeter is the moan that tumbles from your lips, with nothing but a few words on his part.
He scoops your tits up in his palms, sighing with the gentle weight of them. You’ve just begun more of your begging when you take three fingers and slip them inside—it’s not enough, and gives you nothing like Levi. Yours are sloppy, uncoordinated.
There’s something even more thrilling about letting his dick twitch and idle in the crease of your pelvis, right where you need him to push inside, and doing nothing about it. He’ll give you what you need as he pleases; and you’ll still let him flood you with his cum all he wants.
“Cockslut,” Levi tuts, smearing a little drool that’s dribbled from your gaping mouth, squeezing your soft tit in his palm. It’s sore and tender from his teeth, pink nipples aching from his sucking. You look perfect.
“Capt’n, Capt’n,” you babble, playing with your puffy clit. You can’t fuck yourself any harder with so little space left between your bodies. Building pleasure pelts you in waves, but no climax you could give yourself won’t compare; not your first, and not now, at your third.
He hums, watching your features scrunch with your impending climax. He really can’t decide—whether to let you push yourself through a few poor waves of pleasure by yourself, put your warm, sticky mouth around his cock again, or fill you with more of his cum. You’ve clearly learned your lesson; you whimper and whine for him like you need him more than air.
“C-Close…”
“Enough,” he grunts, and slaps your tit, watching with reverie as it wobbles, and the way you gape, forced to feel the waves wittle back down to an ache.
You pull your hands away, and slip the three sticky and webbed with your cum between your puffy lips. His own part, watching your eyes slink half-closed, sucking them in, eyes on him. His cock throbs. “Shit.”
“Y-Yeah,” your voice comes cracked and sloppy between your fingers, only to cry out with the shock of his palm landing on your pussy, smearing all your juices around. His cock is next, his thick girth forcing your glistening slit open for him; it almost looks like a cradle.
He’s too damn close just from watching. It’s too enticing to thrust back into your pretty pink heat, so he urges you onto all fours with another slap on your smarting ass.
No doubt you’ll be sporting a couple new bruises tomorrow—maybe he’ll just have to excuse your duties for the day so he can lay between your thighs for a few hours; an apology, a damn good one. A reward. The idea ignites more heat in his belly, along with the sounds you make. It sounds like it comes from the very top of your throat—pleading him to fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.
He forces your head against the pillows, ass in the air. You arch your back and spread your legs far apart, pert little ass waving in the air.
“Look at you. Now who’s cute?” he huffs, pumping his cock in new preparation for your cunt, and pushes right in. Your walls are fluttering, warm and velvety before his balls can even slap against your ass. He groans.
You’re hurled right back to the edge. Moaning, “Daddy!”
“Yeah.” Open-mouthed, he cradles your hip with one hand, draped over your back. His hips snap with the pace he sets, already utterly tripping over the rhythm. When you get to calling him that, it always does. “Always so fucking tight. Pussy was fucking made for me. So damn good–”
Your entire body tremors with the force of the first sweltering wave. Each cry—a stuttered mess of his name, of Captain or Daddy—is punctuated by another thrust. The lewd, wet sounds of your bodies slapping together aren't even as loud as you, and you're all for him.
Levi’s brow furrows, pink lips dropping apart as your cunt squeezes his cock tight. He collapses over your back, groans in your hair, and pulses in your heat. His balls draw up, his climax like a fucking train completely barreling through him, white-hot. With a low, pleased groan drowned under your moans of his name, he shoots deep inside you.
Considering all the orgasms you’ve milked from him tonight, he comes harder than he thought he had left. You’re panting hard through your open mouth, which he presses a lazy kiss to, then your hair, lost in the pleasurable buzz of the aftershocks. You both need a moment to even come back to yourselves, let alone catch your breath.
When Levi does lug himself up and lets his cock slip from your pussy, his girth is coated in your slick. More—his hot, sticky cum—trickles from your hole, down your thighs. He rubs the tremors out of them, pleased.
Yeah, he decides you’re definitely getting a reward, and maybe, just maybe, he’ll let you call him cute a little more often.
a/n: hehe i saw @eijirhoe + @kazuwhora dom!reader event and just had to join. i present a sort-of cut scene from my levi anthology fic.
content/warnings: edging (m!receiving), mommy kink, a little degradation, breathplay (m!receiving), sub!Levi, bondage (m!receiving)
wc: ~.7k
Levi is trapped in an endless loop. You reeling him up tighter and hotter and louder until he’s there, right there, before you take it away and build him up all over again. It’s gone on so long that he can’t remember when you even started—it’s been hours.
Heat pelts off your bodies, like a sauna. Where your bodies are connected is slippery and hot to the touch. There’s barely any friction left, so it’s all just wet.
The air tastes of sweat and sex and Levi’s small whimpers, his cries. He’s even begging.
You don’t think he can help it, just as the headboard rocks and snaps every time he yanks the cuffs. His fists clench and twist uselessly, searching for any purchase on anything.
His cock is fat and throbbing inside you. Your hand slips up to hold his neck like a necklace that’s far too small, and he jerks.
“I’m-I’m gonna come.”
You cease your light rocking and press down on him a little more. “No you’re not. Not until I let you.”
He moans, wet and defeated and broken around the buzz your hand gives him, and surrenders. Shapeless warm things whirl about behind his shut eyes, making him loose and thoughtless—what’s left is you taking his earlobe between your teeth, and your cunt swallowing in his cock, working him until he keens.
A step away from too much you let him go, and a heatwave rolls over his cock.
“I can’t!” he gasps. “Fuck!”
Your thumb flirts around his plump bottom lip, then dips into his mouth. His lips close automatically, sucking around it without thinking.
“Can’t?”
He whines at the sound of your voice. You sound so innocent. Maybe he moans, or you, but who cares when it’s too much effort to feel embarrassed by it?—Not when you talk like this, dragging your words and sounds like hot syrup.
He’s helpless and he knows it. Saliva pools at the sides of his mouth but he just keeps sucking. He also knows you have him perfectly taken care of.
“Can’t what, sweet baby?” you go on. “Is it too much?”
Your thumb pops out of his mouth. The smirk decorating your lips makes him beg, please, but then you rake his bangs back and his eyes pinch shut, plump pink lips gaping.
“Please what, Levi? Tell me.” The bed creaks. “You wanna stop?”
“Please. Please, please—mommy, please–”
You groan, your cunt fluttering around him, but Levi is louder. His chest heaves and he curls his toes so his hips don’t rock, or like earlier, jump up to fuck your cunt. If he misbehaves, you won’t let him cum, and he can’t not. It’s all he can think about.
But the way you brace yourself using his chest so you can fuck yourself on his cock—that sharp shift in weight is enough for him to flirt with the edge again.
He can’t shut his mouth; sounds fly from the top of his throat. That rush of pleasure that’ll flip his world upside down darts behind his eyelids, so forget his embarrassing noises. He’s right there.
Your teeth flirt with his sweaty neck—“M-Mm!”—and you murmur in his ear, “Tell me how good it feels, baby, and I’ll let you come.”
Thrill shoots through his belly. “It’s good,” he mewls, “It’s so good, it’s—d-don’t fucking stop...!”
Then you go still on top of his cock. He's actually going to cry.
“Nu-uh, you can do better than that.” Your hand slithers up his heaving chest until your thumb and pointer finger close around his throat again.
His head falls back, each gasp shuddering. You raise a brow and squeeze, just enough to feel his adam's apple bobbing, and his sharp jaw draws rigid again.
A cracked, broken sound dies at the top of his throat. “It’s so fucking good. Please,” he tries, and he’s trying—so, so hard.
“Is that all? Am I fucking you so hard you can’t even think?” you huff, nudging your hips forward in tiny rolls.
“Uh-huh!” If he agrees to whatever you’re saying, maybe you’ll let him come. “M-Mommy.”
Wetness sticks to Levi's lashes, which you lick off his cheeks. “Give mommy s’more.”
“Fuck.” He plants his feet flat and sobs. His eyes, cracked open into light blue slits, beg you. “I can’t.”
“Hah, awe honey—you’re my good boy, of course you can.”
i think really drunk levi (even if he get drunk rarely n hardly) would be extremely submissive n do whatever u ask him could u liek pls make headcanons or sonething about it? 😞😞
yes i most certainly can :33
// gn!reader, alcohol consumption, oral (f/m!receiving), not sfw content in general
I hc (as an Ackerman thing) that it takes a lot of any substance to have an effect on Levi. And you're right - he very rarely drinks with the exact goal of getting drunk; it loosens his inhibitions, affects his judgment, and in general forces him out of control of himself.
So suffice it to say he Does Not Like drinking lol
I bet he also has bad memories which contribute to that, but if he’s in a safe place just the two of you, and there’s a good (happy/celebratory) reason to do it, then he can definitely be convinced.
THE SIDE EFFECT OF ALL THIS?? When Levi gets drunk, he gets drunk. Everything he has trouble articulating/is too embarrassed to voice/feels like you already know just spills out beyond any reasonable measure. Like, if you’re laughing at something he said with a wine glass in your hand, he’s gonna be like, “I like the way you hold that. It’s pretty.” JEJCJSNWNS
His compliments aren’t even flirting as much as him pointing out what he silently likes about you all the time (which is everything).
He lets himself look at you and stare for so much longer than he does in secret. Like you can be tucked to his chest on top and he’ll keep petting your hair out of the way so he can LOOK :(( He’s not super touchy but it’s noticeable now that it’s too much work to think out everything he does.
Okay, Levi isn’t a chatty person. But he has a lot of opinions regardless, and no matter what topic you land on he’s gonna contribute in some way and even 🫱🏻👋🏻👐🏻 TALK WITH HIS HANDS A LITTLE YK.
but he doesn’t really slur his words? Like if he’s that drunk he’s gonna doze off more often than act stupid.
He slows down. For once he’ll curl up all comfy on the futon or bed (or really anywhere), and he can switch off for a while. This man doesn’t get hungover.
But if you leave the room for any reason he’ll pop his head over the top of the sofa to see where you’re going, and if you go out of sight, even if you say, “I’ll be right back,” he turns into a total puppy dog. He’ll follow you anywhere, clingy baby :(
abandonment issues
He turns sappy in a lowkey way. Levi isn’t an angry drunk, like whatsoever. Honestly he’s just happy to be there.
And he really would do like, anything you felt like doing. He’s always going the extra mile to do things for you, but even in the bedroom when he usually likes to get smart and make you beg for it, he wants the affection now. Just getting wrapped up in each other, warm and safe, with sloppy kisses and endless, almost demanding touches.
It’s so fucking easy to make him feel good too. He always makes a conscious effort to be less receptive despite how the slightest touches get him all hot n bothered … but when Levi’s drunk, he drags you down or leans into anything you give him every chance he gets. His breaths are more open, more raspy and his noises aren’t so choppy - he gets louder for you. Levi lasts longer and he cums his fucking brains out when he does.
tldr: It’s obvious how good you make him feel.
And Levi is never not attentive, yk? Depending on the night I feel like it would either go really needy and really sloppy and really hard - or all those things, but slowed way down.
Here’s what I’m thinking. Levi loves how your cum tastes - whether he gets to lick you or suck you + he has a thing for getting his hair pulled + getting manhandled. That guarantees in his mind that he’s making you feel good, and Levi is always a giver, yk. His favorite thing is to lay on his belly between your thighs and rut for a little friction from the bed (even sober he’s more often than not gonna end up cumming from that) or laying back so you can fuck his face.
anyway, yes. When Levi is more or less forced to let his inhibitions/control go… it flies away lmao. He loosens up sm and gets soft, and sleepy if he drinks enough. And for all these reasons he doesn’t like getting drunk, but it’s a Whole Experience when he does.
Congrats on 1k! I have an idea for a drabble. Domestic with kitty!Levi. Smut prompts 24 and 116. Reader has never been fucked by a hybrid and Kitty!Levi uses a dildo with a knot on it to prepare her for what it will be like when the time comes. I'm a little feral over the idea of him working the knot in to her 😵💫
OH MY GOD YES!!!!!! AGH I LOVED WRITING THIS.. thank you
It isn't your first time having sex with Levi, and yet your nerves are palpable as he points out to you how the silicone cock will grow the knot. Before, when it was nothing but a bump near the base, you felt differently.
On your back, you brush your bare thighs together, slick with gush and Levi’s mouth, panting softly. You already came once, and you can’t decide if you’re excited for what’s about to happen, or going out of your fucking mind. Maybe both.
He licks his swollen lips, and touches your thigh to encourage you to open them. “It’s not different at first. Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel really good.”
You shiver despite yourself. “Kiss?”
A little chirp rings in the air. He leans forward, and eagerly, you reel him in.
It was your idea, borne from your anxiety, naturally. You love Levi, not despite, but especially because of the way he is, but you have never taken a knot before. Him fucking you has been a nervous fantasy until today, or at least halfway, because you’re going to be working up to it.
Between his legs, Levi must be throbbing, he’s so hard through his thin briefs. You know the toy will be nothing like him, nothing as big or as intense, but you’re wary enough about the knot to keep going... especially when he’s here to guide you.
You pull away holding his hand, which he sets on your hip, over the bone. Then he nestles between your legs, flat on his belly.
“Relax,” he reminds you under his breath. Wet kisses are speckled down your navel, and then the cock is gliding through your folds, warm and thick.
You hum high in your throat, your cunt quivering around nothing. When you begin to squirm, the tip is worked in easily, and pushed, pulled.
“Oh fuck,” you gasp. “That’s good.”
You both knew it would be.
Levi watches your face through his lashes, ears peaking with interest. “Good. Good girl. It’ll be small at first.”
You hiss with the first sting of the knot, threatening to push inside. "Levi, is that it?"
A soft kiss is pressed to your clit. He licks, moans just softly. "Mm. Mhm.”
The cock stills, and pulls an inch or two, then buries back in. Your pussy eager accepts it while you moan in bliss.
Levi pushes his arm under the bend of your knee for the bottle of lube. The syrupy liquid drips onto your clit, and oozes down.
You jerk. "Fuck."
"So sensitive."
You feel the flick of his ear against your thigh as he pushes his cheek into it. A rough fingertip parts your cunt so the warming lube dribbles down where the working knot is pressed snug to your hole, threatening to grow with the slide of a switch.
The lube's effects heat your clit, icy but deliciously warm, making your toes curl, and Levi's easy thrusts jam for a moment. You pant, "Kitty."
He starts to purr, which vibrates your upper thigh. Imagining his mouth, suctioning your clit with those vibrations, it makes you shiver.
"I'm gonna try it," he says softly, breaking the purr like cutting radio static. "Relax. It won't be as firm as this."
"Y-You, you mean?" you ask, and fail to register whatever he says next as the knot catches on your rim, and slides inside. A firm squeeze of his hand reminds you to relax.
"Fuck, it's big," you whimper. "Oh my god, ah."
"I'm letting it grow." Levi's voice sounds rougher than before. "Looks so tight... I wonder how much you could make me cum when I fuck you."
"M-Mm..."
“Tell me how you like it.”
You feel yourself heat all over at the request, but you can’t—you can’t even speak as the knot grows between Levi’s simple rocking motions.
He licks your clit. “It’s getting bigger. Tell me.”
“It—” You gape at the dull pleasure pounding below your clit. “It stings, but I need it so fucking bad, god.”
Your head falls back. “You could breed me with it?—As deep as you can go?”
Levi borderline growls, vibrating your inner thigh as he sinks his teeth in. A fluffy tail whips your knee, then wraps around it.
“Yeah,” he replies, barely restrained. Your tight cunt is swallowing the knot before his eyes, and working it out a little, it’s glistening and slathered in creamy cum. “Yeah, I could. If you want it.”
“Tell me when you want it so bad.”
It’s like you're being split in half. Levi senses the grimace forming on your face, and angles it slightly. A searing tongue sweeps flat over your clit, and rubs, back and forth and back—a massage.
“Want it when I’m in heat,” he manages over your loud panting. His hot breath puffs against your clit. He speaks in a slew, "Wanna breed you f-…full of my cum. Wanna make you fucking beg to be mine.”
Your hips jerk as he hits that spot. “Please.”
The knot is as fat as Levi can make it, and fuck—your hole is all but wobbling around the half of it you're taking. He spots it through his lashes, his tongue on your clit.
“Levi... so fucking full.”
“You can take it,” he encourages, and pushes. “Be good.”
The thick pop as the knot’s girth slips past your rim goes straight to his cock, pinned to the bed.
“I’m gonna come,” you groan, quivering. A hand dives into his hair, and pulls.
Levi’s eyes flutter with a full moan. This time, his purring pushes through his throat without command.
Bittersweet tang permeates his tongue. He laps for it.
For the first time, his measured thrusts pick up, along with your gasps.
He wants to feel it. Feel your cunt barely working his round knot it’s so big, and if he were in heat, he’d plug your pussy full before it's small enough to slip out.
“Breed you all night,” he’s rambling, suckles on your twitching clit. “Put you on your back so you’re bred full. Take a pretty picture of you begging for cock.”
Your back jumps off the bed with a gasp. He feels your thigh against his cheek harden and shake, and with a cry, you're coming.
His vibrating tongue vigorously swipes your clit all the way through it, prolonging it. Your moans, most his name, hit the air to the wet squelching for every snug inward thrust.
As your sweet noises dissolve into whimpering and your thighs try to jerk shut around his head, Levi slows, licking his lips, ears and tail both perked up high.
Gradually, he slackens the size of the knot as well. He’s pleased to see your creamy white gush spill out when it’s shrunken to its smallest size.
One arm is strewn over your face, breaths gaping. Seems you’re still recovering.
“See, was that so bad?” he drawls, sitting up. “Was it okay?”
“Wait.” Your hand falls on his, pausing him from working the cock out of you. Your hazy eyes implore him. “More, please. I want more.”
Levi’s teeth sinks into his bottom lip. “More?—You want me to fuck you?”
based on this meme @postwarlevi sent on discord SO LONG AGO IM SORRY the other day LMAO
content/warnings: post-canon (no spoilers), worth a giggle, Levi hates driving
wc: ~.5k
“Levi.”
No answer. Frowning, you glance over at him behind the skinny black wheel that’s used to steer. His eyes are flickering between a dozen things at once, including every needle on the dashboard.
“Levi,” you whisper, squeezing the so-called ‘grab handle’. Same as you, his knuckles are pasty from holding on so hard; what muscles you can see of his arms from his elbows down veiny and hard.
You should’ve listened to him when he said that renting one of these three-ton “death machines” would be a bad idea; he didn’t know what the grab handles were, either.
“Levi.”
“I’m focusing,” he snaps, and shifts the clutch as you take a turn. “Quiet. Or I’ll drive to a shop and buy some duct tape.”
You laugh out loud, feeling hysterical. “We’re in the middle of nowhere!”
Not entirely true. You insisted on starting out cautiously, practicing on these deserted, rural roads with green land stretching in all directions after passing the written test to drive, which you also insisted he do.
Levi wholeheartedly agreed with one of these suggestions.
“I have one functional eye,” he retorts. “And eight fingers.”
“I couldn’t even tell!”
A scoff. “Neither could the Marleyans who sold us this thing.”
“Look, we have three eyes, and eighteen fingers between us. It’s fine. This is just a learning—” you laugh again, “—a learning curve.”
He glares at the asphalt ahead. Fact is, he never would’ve agreed to any of this hadn’t he thought it would be useful.
And you really wanted him to. Women aren’t “allowed” to have license to drive, whatever that means.
His mood is already so shitty that just remembering that fact pisses him off more. Women dedicated their hearts to fly through the air and get eaten by Titans where he’s from. They can’t drive one shitty death machine here?
Then you softly gasp, and he’s ripped from his train of thought just as this black death machine is almost run into a ditch. He swivels the wheel just in time to the tune of you squealing, and stops.
He puts the death machine in park, and stares at you above that hand clapped over your face. The engine idles softly.
“Sorry,” you breathe, high in your throat. “We were going so fast, the trees started blurring.”
“Blurring,” he deadpans. “They blurred when you flew through the sky, too.”
“That’s my point!” You’re whispering this for some reason. “But it’s not like a horse. We have to follow a guided path, between lines, with other cars, which are…” You settle back in your seat, sighing long and loud. “…bigger.”
He settles back too, or tries, and cracks his knuckles. That ache in his leg is starting up again... he’s been tense, to say the least.
All his life it’s been easy to take after new things, but you can’t teach an old dog new tricks.
Out of the corner of his eye, he sees you frown. “You want me to take over?”
While against the law, you mutually agreed it’s a stupid law, so he’s had you practicing, too. But mostly the written test.
“Yeah,” he grunts. “I won’t freak out and make the driver crash.”
“I won’t freak out when my passenger makes a little noise, causing me to crash.”
He smirks a little behind his good hand. “Then it’s agreed. Knock yourself out.”
