#levi thirsts

[levionlyyours]

levi holding your legs over his shoulders while he's absolutely bullying your pussy but every now and then he leaves lil kisses on your leg

[vampyrial]

It’s late and you’re cuddling up with Levi, you two are making out but not really going any further or trying to. Your mouth on his, your satisfied sighs and soft thighs brushing up against his. you rub up against him inadvertently, just trying to get closer to him but he moans, drawn out a little pained. He’d been hard for as long as you two had been close.

You can’t help but do it again. and again. listening to his pretty little noises until he hisses out “stop.”

“why? it doesn’t feel good, baby?” you ask, smiling against his lips.

“it’s—” he starts when you drag yourself against him again, harder than before. “fuck”

He grabs your hips, giving in and fully letting you dry hump him. He’s basically panting now. Even as embarrassment keeps rising to the back of his mind, the pleasure currently burning through him is at the forefront. Not that he’d ever say it out loud but the fact that you’re clearing enjoying the state you’ve got him in turns him on all the more.

It’s only maybe two minutes later that he gasps and lets out a choked moan as his own hips twitch and stutter contrasting their previously fluid and desperate movements. You can feel a bit of dampness against your skin, seeped out from his sweatpants.

“Did you—” you pull away from him slightly, to look at his flushed face, lips pink, wet and slightly swollen.

“Shut up.” He’s mortified, his eyes are squeezed shut.

“Aw, Levi…that was only like three minutes. I didn’t know you could cum that fast like this.”

“Don’t…don’t be funny about it.”

“I’m not! In fact, I like it. It’s very cute.”

He opens his eyes to scowl at you on the word ‘cute’ but he takes note that there’s no ridicule in your expression…you’re being completely serious. It makes him feel a little better.

[happybird16]

No thoughts, just Levi's hands in official illustrations

[sixpennydame]

Just thinking about spending the night with Fiancé!Levi in your childhood bedroom. This is the first time Levi is seeing your family home and the room you spent your adolescent and teenage years in. Your mother is incredibly sentimental and not much has changed since you moved out in college. There’s still posters on the walls and pictures of high school friends on the bulletin board above your desk. Levi looks around at the trinkets lined up on the dresser and the dried flowers in a vase - evidence of the girl you were before he knew you.

“You ever bring any guys in here?” he asks casually. “Oh….I snuck one or two in,” you smirk. “And what would you do in here with them?” He sits on the bed and then pulls you over to stand in between his legs. “A teenage boy sneaking into a girl’s bedroom only wants one thing,” he says as his hands move up your legs and under your nightgown. You work your fingers through his smooth, black hair. “Well, there was a lot of touching and kissing…exploring…” your breath hitches as he pulls your underwear down.

With your parents in the next room, it suddenly feels very naughty to have Levi in here with you. Especially since you’re currently sitting on his face as he eats you out. You bite your bottom lip in an attempt to stay quiet while Levi sucks on your clit. “Did any of those teenage brats make you feel this good?” he asks, taking a breath. You shake your head. “No definitely not.”

“Good. Now sit back down - I’m not finished with you.”

[leviismybby]

Thinking about denying Levi sex for a good month or two because you are mad at him, then one day he can't take it anymore and just begs you to use him as you please because he is that needy. And you do, milking him with your mouth and pussy for all he is worth. By the time you're done with him he is so loud, the man is literally whining and begging you to stop......

[nelapanela94]

TW: Somnophilia. Soft SMUT. Creampie

The stitches between the realm of dreams and reality haven’t snapped just yet, your consciousness is jumping from each side of the chasm as feather-like pecks pepper on your shoulders. A lithe finger tugs down the thin strap of your white sleeping gown as the caresses besiege more territory. “Levi…too early.” You’re right, the sun still dozes under its cozy covers, but Levi’s eagerness doesn’t stick to schedules.

Twirling a disheveled lock of hair around a finger, he brings his mouth to your ear and purrs, “it’s ok, sweetheart. You don’t have to do…, ah!” He winces at the blissful sensation spreading under his belly as he rolls his hips against your sleeping figure; you can feel his half-limp cock growing bigger and harder.

“I’ll do the job.” He finishes his sentence. You hum groggily, nuzzling your face in the fluffy pillow. A little smile quirks at the corners of his lips. He lifts the bottom of your nightie, and his fingers anchor at the hem of your cotton underwear, shimming them down your legs and tosses them away. Rimy air slaps your butt cheeks, and you pout but Levi warms you up with kisses, pampering the stretch marks he adores. He pinches here, and slaps there, tenderly so as not to cause any discomfort.

He takes his boxers off, giving a respite to his restrained erection. who knows what he was dreaming about to wake up like this at four am. He grunts and rubs himself on your ass.

You’re so beautiful when you’re asleep. So peaceful, little snores flee between your parted lips.

He lubes you up as well as his hardness and pushes you on your tummy, spreading your legs to access from behind.

You can feel his weight and warmth over you, his heartbeats drumming on your back. He pushes in, and both mewl in unison. You love it when he takes you like this, with your tummy flat on the bed, you can feel the tip of his cock reaching your depths, and when he moves, he strokes the right place, giving full attention to your g spot.

His hips rock back and forth at a languid rhythm, taking every inch of your tight channel, letting the heat swaddle him. You feel so good clamp around him, always taking him so well.

“Levi…” you breath his name like honey. “Love you.”

“I-ah!” He throws his head back, “love you too.” He leans and kisses your head. “Can I… can I come inside?”

“As you please.”

Shit.

His cock twitches at the thought of filling you with his seed. Him leaving his mark inside you. He increases the pace just enough, beads of sweat making his forehead glow. His harsh breaths tangle in your hair, and you know you won’t make it before him. He’ll find a way to make it up to you later.

Waves of come crash in your cervix; a low growl follows, and he pushes deep into you, pressing his pricking balls between your thighs.

But he doesn’t pull out when he’s done. He stays there, with a huge smile plastered on his face, shifting your entwined bodies a bit to the side, and little by little, Morpheus casts his magic on him too.

[s0levis]

Look at his neck. Isn't this a neck you want to bite on????? Levi is big, he's dense. I love so much how mappa made his proportions

The way I want to BITE him, and HUG, AND LICK, KISS AAAMXKSKSMSLZKAlkaa

[bibblelevi]

Well this was unexpected

Pairings: Levi Ackerman x fem! Reader

Warnings for light bondage, crying, insecurity and self hate, submissive Levi, pegging, femdom, overstimulation, minor degradation (like one line), praise

He’s an absolute mess in your hands. Soft rope binds his wrists to the headboard, the skin pink where the texture rubbed, while the rest of his bare body is crumpled beside yours. Sweat streaks his pale skin—something else coating his lower belly and his soft inner thighs.

You stroke his hip sweetly, your mouth nestled against his nape. He smells clean, like soap and the laundry detergent he pours religiously into the machine every time he starts a new load, and he tastes like salt. He tastes like sex. Like heat.

“Hah!” the airy cry expands from his throat just as your fingers shift.

“Oh? So you finally wanna talk?”

Levi grits his teeth, his back arcing as you gently prod the swollen spot inside him. His cock slowly hardens against his pelvis, still slick from his last highs. You’ve yet to show him any mercy, and he’s glad for it. All this time he’s been waiting for you to crack him open—to shoulder the burden he’s too afraid to share, and to do so without him having to ask.

Your other hand reaches around, the searing weight of him bobbing on your palm. You spread the cum up and down his cock until your thumb is nudging his tip.

He physically trembles and pushes his mouth into his bicep. He won’t admit to a thing.

Gently, you continue swiveling your fingers inside, working him steadily with both hands, coaxing him towards another borderline painful climax. It’s what he needs, you know. He alluded to as much earlier with his behavior.

“Stop trying to do everything alone and rely on me,” you say, hoping he hears.

Sure enough, his lashes flutter, wet and clotted from tears that have gathered. His eyes are puffy, pinker than his cheeks.

“Sh-shut up,” he pants, then closes his eyes once again.

Your mouth falls into a straight line and you resume the synced motions of your hands and fingers. Levi keens, his head lolling back, jaw collapsing from the pleasure. Another string of moans is pulled from his throat, sounding utterly raw and defeated. He’s unguarded, backed into a corner like a wounded animal, yet he’s still grasping for straws. He’ll keep struggling if the only other alternative is to ask for help.

“You’re going to cum again for me.”

He snarls, “Fuck off.”

It’s surprisingly the complete lack of any feeling at all that makes him stir. He lifts his head and peers through the darkness, searching for wherever your hands ventured. All he knows is they’re not on him anymore, and it’s a terrible, crushing feeling.

“W-wait… wait—“

“Are you sure you want this?” you ask.

His silver eyes glow like Mercury rivers, cutting a straight path to you through the black.

“Because if you say yes, I won’t hold back.” Your thumb strokes his lower lip, smearing saliva along the puffy pink. “I’ll break you apart. I really will.”

His eyes fall half lidded, like some of the weight has been freed from his shoulders. Be rough, he wants to say something along those lines. I hate being treated gently. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.

He licks at the tip of your thumb before sucking you into his mouth. His cheeks hollow out, and he hums down your finger until you feel the vibrations in your bones.

He lets your thumb free and shifts, remembering his wrists crossed above his head and latched onto the headboard. “I can take it,” he exhales. “Don’t hold back. Please.”

I need you to not hold back. I need to not be burden.

So, you don’t. You slide your fingers back inside him, smirking at the keening sound that ruptures low in his throat. You take him into your hand. You work him relentlessly toward the edge, right where he belongs, and you hold him there until he’s squirming and his soles are digging into the comforter, wrecking the entire bed.

He simultaneously bears down on your fingers and twitches away, bombarded by too much. Too much stimulation, too much exposure. He’s like a raw nerve poking out and being abused by the careless world around him, and you’re the only one who stands to protect him from everything and everyone else nearby.

He whines and cries out, pressing his legs together, but your hand continues to pump him, wanting every last drop, wanting him to make another mess.

“Are you going to cum again, Lev’?” He’s getting tense, so you know he is.

He curses as he reaches his peak, warm slick coating your knuckles in a pearly white. He clamps down on your fingers from behind, his body shuddering, trying to find any relief from the relentless squeeze of your hand around his cock.

“It’s… Fuck, it’s too much,” he gasps, drawing in a breath like a shard of ice.

“You can take it.”

God, yes, he can.

“Stop hiding your face.”

Levi grunts, disobeying; but you release him in favor of grabbing his chin with sticky fingers and turning his head toward you.

His cheeks are wet with tears, bright red, snot smeared on his Cupid’s bow and spit in the corners of his mouth. His lower lip trembles, breaths loud and labored.

“So pretty,” you murmur, the only gentleness you’ve offered all night. He would hate it if he knew he didn’t want it so badly, deep down.

“Kiss,” he whispers.

“You want a kiss?”

He nods, and you oblige him. Your mouth is pure softness, your tongue delving past his teeth. There’s some saltiness from earlier, but there’s also mint from your toothpaste. He tries to keep up with your thoroughness. He tries to take your breath away with the kiss the same way you do, but he’s not as good.

He chokes on a breath and strains for you when you pull away, the ropes reminding him of his place.

Your fingertips teasing his entrance causes all of his complaints to fizzle away.

“I think you’re loose enough to take me, now,” you murmur.

Then your fingers are replaced with familiar silicone. The dome-shape presses into him, not entering, only taunting him over what he could have if he was good enough for it.

Your hands glide up and down his torso, squeezing the small divot in his waist before admiring the curve of his hip. Your hand coasts back up so your thumb can flick over his nipple. He stiffens then goes slack all over.

“Do you deserve it?” you ask. “Do you deserve to have my cock inside you?”

The ropes above him twist as he rolls almost entirely onto his stomach. He pushes his ass up into the air like an offering.

His willingness makes you smile, but it’s not all that you want from him.

“Levi,” your voice comes out stern. You press the very tip against his rim, still not indulging him. His fingers curl into the sheets. “I want you to say yes.”

“Yes,” he bites out.

You grab his ass and spread him open, watching the fake cock slide back and forth between the ample skin. You spit, your eyes glowing as the wetness seeps down, lubricating him.

“Don’t be like that. Speak like an adult, or are you fucking brainless already?”

He gasps. “I-I deserve to have your cock.” His face burns.

“Say that you’re a good boy.”

He chews on his lip and rubs his forehead against his arm. Slowly, you begin to push into him, his entire body surging with renewed life.

“Come on, baby. I’ve given you a taste. Let me hear you say it,” you nearly beg as you hold yourself an inch inside him.

“I’m… I’m a good boy,” he whispers, the words sounding foreign coming from him.

“Say you’re perfect.”

Levi moans, his cock drooling onto the sheets, his hair sticking to his face. The moan breaks and turns into a sob when you slide all the way in.

“Say it.”

His head hangs.

“I can’t. I can’t,” he cries.

You grab the swells of his hips, your fingertips pinching the fair skin, turning it an angry red, then you begin to thrust. His back bends into an arch, and you watch as you disappear inside of him, over and over, until his thighs are shaking.

“Yes, you can. Say it, Levi. Tell me how perfect you are, and I won’t stop.”

You pound into him, relishing in his compact, beautifully crafted form, and how every inch of it belongs to you.

“It’s okay,” you murmur. “Nothing bad will happen if you say it.”

It comes out a broken whisper, “I’m perfect.”

You reach beneath him and grab his cock, hard in your hand, wet from cum and arousal. You smile at him, sneaking a glance at half of his face and his expression.

“Louder. Let me hear you.”

“I-I’m perfect,” he says again for you.

You nearly moan. You pull out of him and flip him onto his back, but before he can fuss over the emptiness, you’re pushing inside of him in one fell swoop. His body goes rigid, chin jutting into the air, carved muscles rippling as the pleasure cuts him open.

The tears slide out of his eyes, soaking his temples and his hair.

Your palm drags up and down his stomach, rubbing over his chest until your palm finds a comfortable perch at his throat. Carefully, you clamp down on either side, watching any last semblance of rationality melt from his eyes with a few more blistering tears.

“Perfect,” you echo. “You’re fucking perfect.”

His mouth parts, and you squeeze his throat tighter, grinning as he makes another mess of himself.