~ 16.10 - leviathan ~
Dom!reader x sub!leviathan - reader is gender neutral
Warning: temperature play (wax play), breath play (choking), dacryphilia, sub space, passing out, a bit sadistic reader, super masochistic Levi, hate sex (?), enemies to fuck buddies (?), begging, cumming untouched (?), slapping, degradation, slight exhibition & public sex, humiliation kink, teasing
~ Word count: 4.6k ~
Nini!rant: made reader more sadistic than usual and it was kinda fun
Kinktober list 2024/2025
It has become a habit to replace your resting place every few weeks, and this time, it was hades’ turn. For reasons you didn’t quite understand yourself, you’ve become some kind of wandering guard, as if you were that attached to hell. Maybe it was due to your human morales; seeing innocent civilians get caught up in a fight beyond their control didn’t sit right with you.
Whatever the cause might be, it didn’t change the fact that you did it anyway, already standing on the border of the two countries. A wasteland with nothing, how nostalgic. Considering the occasion, you should take this chance to meet and catch up with old friends, to relax a little before getting to the tiresome part that’s waiting for you, since you only went to this land to inspect the situation, in case something out of the ordinary happened.
Despite the rather negative first impression, you enjoyed these leisure walks. Strolling around the busy or quiet streets of all those lands, each equipped with its own special kind of charm. It was almost as if you were travelling, something you’ve got less and less time to do on earth. You also liked that these investigations were the only moments you’ve got for yourself, rid of any company, any loud noise and anything that could drain your energy. Sure, you did enjoy some aspects of it, or maybe even took a liking to one or two, but even the people you love the most can get annoying at times. So this was a nice change of pace.
After meeting with all the people you’ve been wanting to see, and browsing through different shops, you arrived at the castle of the avatar of envy, the last checkpoint of the day. A tall building tainted in all shades of purple, standing there quite menacingly and powerful. In the rear, there was a gorgeous rose garden, build and tended to by one of the subjects of the king. How pretty it was, you should visit it at least once before leaving.
This was going to be your place to stay, even if you didn’t really want to. You got convinced with the argument that it was for your safety, which you kind of regret now. If you were to live here, wasn’t that a danger in itself already? Many people were out for you, and honestly, you were starting to entertain the idea of surrendering peacefully and quitting. Maybe later, when you are truly fed up with everything.
One of the reasons why you didn’t particularly like coming to hades was due to their leader, the embodiment of jealousy, and the most unreasonable men you’ve ever encountered. Truthfully? You were undermining it currently, he was the only cause of your partial detestation towards this normally beautiful land. Especially due to the fact that that kind of devil was the one revered by everyone, the face of this nation, their pride.
It reeked of arrogance, though all of the kings are a little narcissistic. He just tops the scale like no one else. If you had to describe leviathan, it’d be with the words ‘aggravating beauty’. He was only pretty if he kept his mouth shut, something he didn’t really excel at. On top of that, you found yourself boiling with pent up anger at the devil, frustrated every time he uses his powers to his advantage. How you hated it when he ordered some random noose to wrap around your neck, dishing out punishments just for having a sour mood, giving you a hard time until he was satisfied.
Each time you’d curse under your breath, swearing to someday carry out a fitting revenge for all the pain and humiliation. To give back everything in tenfold. It was more than a promise, almost like an oath, and as fate would have it, today, you got the chance you’ve been waiting for.
After entering his home, the first thing he did was hang you on a whim, mad that you were apparently late. Bullshit, you didn’t even say you were going to arrive today. You didn’t know how he got information on your movements, though it wasn’t unexpected for you to be stalked. Devils had a wrapped worldview, and didn’t quite understand the principles of privacy. He let you go after a few seconds, faint bruises forming where the rope was due to damaged blood vessels.
You kneeled after being dropped, coughing instinctively. That was the last straw to your sanity, you couldn’t simply sit idly after this hostility he has shown you. Repeatedly. Sure, he’s got his own problems and trauma, but you’ve been considerate enough. “Is this how hades treats a guest?” You glared up at the man currently sitting on his pristine throne, looking down at you.
This entire arrangement alone has been bothering you. To talk to him while such a long distance was put between you two, in this huge hall as if he was granting you an audience. Wasn’t your position technically equal to- if not, higher than the kings right now? At least in terms of importance? Even if that wasn’t the case, you were their benefactor, going out of your way helping them.
He glared at you with furrowed brows, a shadow cast over his eyes as he mumbled in a low grow, “what…?” Can’t he talk in full sentences? How irritating. “Since ‘your majesty’ couldn’t hear me despite my shouting, I’ll have to repeat it.” You closed the distance and walked up to his seat, leaning over with one hand pinned to the lean of his chair, staring down at him since you were standing.
The male was almost agitated enough to summon those damn ropes again, though you beat him to it by grabbing him by his collar, yanking roughly to make him look you in the eye, “as the one ruling over this nation, you are quite incompetent, aren’t you?” Your fingers dug into the smooth fabric of his clothes, wrinkling his perfectly ironed shirt, uncaring about any of it.
“You, let go of me this instance.” The devil snarled, gripping your wrist enough to leave another mark, the other hand pulled at your forearm. Even so your grip didn’t slacken, in contrary, it tightened as you snapped at him, “do you even hear yourself? I won’t entertain your wimps anymore.” Your digits slipped beneath his tie, and yanked on the silky textile, forcing him to tilt forward one last time before the clothing piece loosened. In one swift motion, you pulled it off completely.
Now, you were holding that accessory in your hands, the high quality texture feeling extraordinarily soft against your skin. You would have preferred something rougher for what you had planned, even so this will have to do. With that, he also let go of your arms, adjusting his collar with a scorn, “how dare you disrespect me like that.” Hearing him have the audacity to talk back when you’ve done so much for the country he loves was pretty shameless, so you retaliated, “I’m treating you how you’ve been to me.”
“And who said you could do that?” His voice became steadier, his breathing coming down to a normal rhythm. What a statement! As if you had to listen to him, when you weren’t his servant or even a part of this country. Was it even possible for him to get even more infuriating? You were holding his tie, squeezing it tightly, your grip was enough to stretch the fabric taut. “I really wonder how I’ve managed to hold back until now.” A deep and tired scoff, still having troubles coming face to face with this predicament you got yourself into.
All of this, saving the world and hell, this burden that’s been handed to you for something you couldn’t control.
You straightened the piece and folded it once, getting a better grip, then approached him once more. He backed up a little by shuffling deeper into his seat, a tad confused at your actions as he commanded, “don’t come closer— what are you..??” With as much strength and power you could muster, you leaped forward, wrapping the cloth around his pale neck and yanking on both ends.
“I don’t have a noose at hand, ‘your majesty’, will this suffix?” You taunted, though you weren’t sure if he heard you. Considering he was so surprised by you having the guts to lay a hand on him again, his eyes were all wide and unfocused. “You— urghh!!!” He began trying to push his fingers beneath the textile, to create some space to allow oxygen to flow. This was done without instinctively, without him thinking about the situation he found himself in.
You didn’t allow him to, trying your hardest to block off his attempts, which ended up with the two of you fighting like cat and dogs, with him squirming around with clenched teeth, and slowly getting turned on by this change of events. On one hand he felt irrefutably aroused by it, but this didn’t seem like the right time to be in that kind of mood. So he was debating whether to give in to the pleasure he got out of this or to smack you away with whatever was at hand.
He had lots of options, and he wasn’t worried about overpowering you. It was not a secret that devils were biologically stronger than humans, especially the kings. The decision was difficult, though after having his airway obstructed for a bit, he felt his head getting lighter and more heated at the same time. This feeling he craved so much, the sensation of asphyxiation, and everything that came with it. How the blood flow got limited, his brain slowly failing at functioning normally…
In the end, he made the choice to see this to the end, wanting to embrace all your rage and replace it with his own sin. Yes, there was nothing wrong with enjoying himself from time to time, he was a devil as well. Surely a mortal can’t do anything life-threatening to a king like him, no? Judging by how obedient you’ve been until now, he came to the conclusion you probably don’t even have what it takes to hold his leash.
You felt that something was fishy when he suddenly stopped resisting, and you realised why the moment you caught a glimpse of his smirk. He was squeezing his eyes shut to immerse himself completely, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Right, you forgot all the devil’s you’ve met are freaks, without a single exception, and this one in front of you had a heavy preference for strangulation. This was making you lose interest, you wanted revenge, yet this felt like you doing him a favour instead.
That’s what led to you looking around this giant hall, searching for things to use against him.
With that being said, you began scanning your surroundings, the grip around him slackening due to your divided focus. Then you laid your eyes on the candle stick standing next to the wall, burning all by themself. Perfect, just what you were looking for. You walked off to grab the metal handle the white coloured candle was resting on, not sparing a single glance to the male currently splayed out on his own throne, paired with a noticeable tent alongside a leaking dark spot.
He was almost about to get angry again because you stopped, were you trying to edge him or what, though he raised a brow in curiosity instead when he saw you approach the… curtains? Really now? Literally why when he granted you the opportunity to choke him, the most ethereal and beautiful devil in hell? That was what he was thinking about internally, bummed about the lack of stimulation and attention. He was about to give another one of his snarky remarks until he noticed you inching closer to him, taking the lit sconce with you.
Once close enough, you dangled the fire in front of him, his pupils following the gentle flame, swaying in the air. A sudden wave of excitement washed over him at the realisation of what you were going to do, and he bit down on his bottom lip while clenching the arm rests until they cracked. “You really get off to this huh? Haha~ it fits you.” You mocked, hands inches away from his bulge, reluctant to touch it directly.
“If you really think I’ll ‘obey’ your orders like your other subjects, there must be something wrong with you.” Without any explanation, you yanked his pants down enough to free his arousal, not surprised that he was rock-hard. A quiet gasp left him as his cock sprang free. Such an attention seeker it was, betraying him like that. “I’m sure you know what comes next.” You mumbled, and brought the burning object to his dick, the flame hovering mere centimetres above.
Since it’s been burning for a while now, quite a bit of wax has been melted already. The moment you held it too diagonally, it flowed off the edges, dripping onto the slightly rosy tip of the male. “Ahh..!” He yelped at the pain, the way it burned his sensitive skin and sunk into his nerves made his skin crawl. It didn’t take long until the wax hardened, creating a creamy looking layer over his now twitching sex. Before he could even use his hands to do anything, you ordered, “keep those paws to yourself.”
“Why should I listen to you?” Levi asked, eyes half-lidded, his glare still not softening. You returned it with a snide laugh, saying, “if this was the human world, I’d say I can come up with a thousand ways to torture you. But since you’d be into it…” You placed the candle holder down, grabbing him by the chain connecting his antlers, “I’ll humbly remove myself from your sight, stopping and leaving for the next country. I’m sure the other kings know how to treat their guests right.”
Even if the reason was absurd, he was envy itself, which is why he played right into your hand by getting jealous over such insignificant things again. “Are you serious? There’s no land better than hades, why would you want to leave so soon? You should be begging to stay longer.” He demanded an answer, about to refuse your accusation of him not wanting to have you here, which was simply not true, though he would never say it out loud.
“That choice lies in my hands, you don’t get to decide it.” You replied, adding evidence, “there are many better nations, like the romantic Gehenna, or stunning paradise lost. Maybe even the magnificent Tartarus?” So sly of you, knowing exactly which buttons to push to get him all vulnerable and pissed off. “Even the lively abyssos is more fun.”
“That place with the incompetent fly?” If he wasn’t ticked off already to begin with, he was now, sighing as if he was disappointed with something. Then he muttered, “are you satisfied?” while he crossed his arms behind his back. “So compliant suddenly.” You chuckled, this was too easy, you should have done it sooner. It was a nice feeling to have everything under your control again, and being able to wrap him around your finger. Many problems could have been solved this way, maybe you wouldn’t even detest him that much then— maybe.
You approached him again, picking up the once discarded sconce with one hand, the other one gripping the makeshift leash and yanking to make him bend a little. A sweet teasing voice as you chuckled, “oh, I know. Why don’t you beg me to hurt you?” With a swift flick of your wrist, you wrapped the tie around your palms once, causing the available distance to shorten and thus making him crash forward even more. His face was close to the fire now, and he could see how you tilted it just so that the wax wouldn’t spill. His voice was fierce when he barked, “You think I’ll beg—”
“Wrong answer.” You tipped it back by a fraction, and he inhaled sharply. Can’t you just stop playing those time-consuming games and get to the point? “I’m not that deranged to crave such a thing.” No reaction from you, but his gaze followed how the candle’s axis slowly straightened again. “You—…!” So cruel! Refraining from doing what he wanted like this, when he was giving you the honour to taint and leave marks on his body… was hearing him plead that important to you?
“F-fine!” He stuttered involuntarily, cursing under his breath, “do… what you want.” You put on a show and acted as if you were deep in thought, then smirked, “I didn’t hear the ‘magic word’.” Somehow, his ears took on a rosy tone, feeling embarrassed to be made to beg like some mutt. “…p-please…” as if you haven’t crushed him enough yet, you hummed, “hmm? What?” Acting like you didn’t hear him now huh? Oh you were having fun weren’t you? Aren’t you scared of the consequences? “I said… please.” The king groaned, the shame turning into welcomed humiliation.
“And please what? I won’t know if you don’t tell me.” Still not content? You were worse to sate than asmodeus—…maybe on par. “Are you going to do it now or not?!!” He shouted, about to use his hand until he remembered the agreement from earlier. “Don’t get all feisty, kitty, your pleasure depends on my mood right now.” Even if he didn’t want to admit it, you were right. Furthermore, due the way the cloth around his neck has been subtly pressing into his trachea, as well as reducing the blood pumped to his brain, he’s been finding it increasingly more difficult to make proper judgements.
This was no good, his heart was pounding because it wasn’t getting all the oxygen it needed, and his outbursts or racing emotions sped up the process of using up the air in his lungs. At the rate this was going, he might cum just from the choking ♡. Ah, really, he couldn’t take this anymore, he craved the feeling of heat seeping into his fresh, scorching him and making him shudder in pleasure, which is why he gave in to your demands and groaned out, “urgh… p-please… abuse me as much as you w-want ♥︎♡”
A low giggle escaped you, how long have you waited for this nerve-wracking men to prostrate himself for you? Such a refreshed feeling! “Since you are this eager, I’ll be nice then, just for today.” With that being said, you let the hot wax coat the leaking tip of his angry red arousal, grinning when he shuddered in excitement, silently asking for more of your addictive torture. The white candle wax matched his precum, dripping down his shaft before cooling down and hardening.
“AnNh-hnGhh♥︎” Levi struggled to keep his legs calm, wanting to kick and squirm around while pure ecstasy coursed through his veins. He was trembling so vigorously, tears pricking in his eyes as these water droplets threatened to stream down his flushed cheeks. It felt so good… he adored the pain, the way it burned him, warmed him up from the inside, and fed the fire of desire burning within him. Saliva began overflowing from his parted lips, dripping down his chin and causing him to look even more debauched than usual.
“Such a filthy masochist… right now, you are the perfect image of a devil.” You taunted, a flicker of fun in your voice. No need to conceal it, you were greatly amused. It was so entertaining to turn him into a wreck beyond saving point. Wouldn’t it be quite nice if he became dependent on your touch and the hurt? If he became a dumb little pet who listens to your every order? Now that would be the right way to use that wasted pretty face of his, if you dare say so yourself.
More and more degrading terms slipped from your lips, echoing in his skull and messing with him. Calling him names ranging from whore and slut all the way to a pretty ruin or disgusting insect. And the more he winced at the sound of these insulting remarks, the more it encouraged you to show your sadistic side. You really wanted to slap him across the room and make him lick your boots, to take out all your frustrations out on this man who moaned no matter how mean you were. Such a perfect stress toy.
He didn’t really feel attacked by your degrading, only his lust grew and reacted to it. Tiny whines and pants came from him as he struggled to get used to this rough treatment. At this point he really had to hold himself back to not climax too early, that would simply be too shameful! “Nghh… ah- hMmFff~ ♥︎♡” Never would he have thought he’d be in the palms of a mere human, succumbing to your onslaught. To think you had it in you to put him in his place like that, dare he say he was almost impressed?
Your mind drifted off for a moment there, not noticing that the white wax continued to drip onto the head. Once you glanced down, you saw how the liquid was firm once more and a pretty contrast to the reddened skin of his dick. The hand choking him with the fabric also subconsciously tightened its hold, resulting in leviathan choking all by himself, with his heterochromia eyes rolling into the back of his skull. Maybe you should let go for a bit, any more and he might die by your hands. Who knows what the consequences would be? You didn’t want to deal with that.
So you loosened your grip, allowing him to breath a few huffs, before restricting his airflow yet again. Such a stupid little devil, placing his life in your hands without a second thought, letting you take advantage of his body like this. Was he not worried about you seriously killing him off? Placing so much trust into someone he wasn’t close with, you couldn’t understand the thought processes of a devil. At the very least, their course of actions were entertaining.
“MhhHH…! G-gaaAhhH- hNnghfff ♡♡♥︎ ah-ahhh..!!” Sweet whimpers and cries escaped his throat each time you permitted him to fill his lungs with air, and each time you squeezed again he’d lose his ability to form coherent words. Nothing but squeals and mewls leaving those bitten-raw lips as the previously trapped tears flowed down freely, decorating his deranged looking face. Such a lewd expression, no one would be able to tell he’s supposed to be the dignified king of a country. Right now, he was nothing more but a toy to play with.
And hell did he enjoy it, withering and melting under your touch. Nothing but dirty moans filled this large audience hall of his, his own voice bouncing off the walls. Still, he didn’t thrash around and kept being so good for you. A sticky, milky substance began squirting out of his horns, making its way into his ash blond hair. The volume multiplied drastically, soon that strange fluid was making a mess everywhere— his throne, his face, or both of your bodies. You knew about the existence of this phenomenon before, so you weren’t as taken aback as your first time facing it.
Slowly, he began loosing consciousness, because you continued to suffocate him in short periods that messed with his brain. Quick impulses of circulation and asphyxiation, with you being the one to control his entire body. That, alongside the increasingly shorter breaks of respite you’d provide him with were the cause of what depleted the oxygen in his body so fast, eating it up until his sanity faded away. Hence, as expected, he passed out cold. Head lolled back against the lean of the throne, limps slumping down and eyelids closing.
It was so peaceful. A strange calmness engulfed him, and all the noises pestering him were gone, the outside world completely blocked out now. If he had to describe it, it was like drifting into a dream world, until a sudden coldness hit him. Maybe it shared similarities to floating around before falling into the water? Thought it was also warm, and hot… ah, he was getting all tingly and fuzzy now. What a wonderful sensation. He had this vague feeling that he was drooling and weeping even more now, but he couldn’t confirm it.
Until a sharp pain yanked him back to reality, his eyes snapped open as a ringing sound beeped in his ear, and he hyperventilated a little, gasping for air. “Awake now?” You wondered, the candle stick placed next to him once more. Your voice was a little muffled and his view still blurry, he closed and opened his eyes a few times, unable to properly grasp what was happening, at least til’ you slapped him again. A loud smack sound bounced off, and his head turned to the side. “HnnnGhh…♥︎??!”
Pleasure crashed down on him in waves. As if he hit a switch button, all the ecstasy from the pain and stimulation from moment before came back in huge currents. No wonder he reached his high in that moment, sobbing out a blissful groan as a perverted smile spread across his expression, brows furrowed and tongue hanging out all whorishly, “ah-ahnnGhhh~!! O-ohh… hnghh ♥︎♡♥︎” Stripes of hot cum shoot out of his dick, seeping through the cracks of the wax and coating his lower abdomen as well as inner thighs.
His face was contorted into a gorgeous piece of art, so fucked out of it, so defiled. You should snap a photo of it and keep it as a souvenir. Levi could feel how his limbs were losing strength, he could barely focus on anything but the now slightly loosened yet still tight textile wrapped around his bruised neck. The mark looked horrendous and painful, a testament to what he just went through. Multiple layers of hardened wax draped his arousal in finery, and now mixed with his seed too… how debauched.
When you finally let go of the stolen tie, he slumped down into his throne, since nothing was holding him anymore. The injury caused by you peeking out from behind the accessory. Would you look at that, it’s almost like a necklace! And in purple, the colour representing him! “That was fun.” You commented your thoughts aloud, the bottomless hole in your heart temporarily filled with a sense of contentment. Oh dear, you fell for his temptations. Guess next time, you’ll have to do something even meaner to him to be satisfied, right?
“But I’m exhausted now, and my wrists hurt. So, please excuse me, I’m going to get some rest~” you almost sang the last part before leaving him to take care of his own mess, knowing he was too tired to stir a single body part. He was still basking in the aftermath of his high too, thus he was unable to follow you or even talk back, only twitching pitifully. All he could do was glare uselessly as he watched you depart, panting heavily before a cute whine escaped him ♥︎
You couldn’t wait for the next time you’ll get to reduce him to your personal toy~
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Nini!rant 2.0:
I think this is a fact many don’t know (like I didn’t, until recently), but the candles used in wax play aren’t actually normal-store-bought candles. These are low temperatur candles, so the wax only reaches about 120-130 F, or 47-55 Celsius. It’s still hot, but you won’t get burns from it. Besides it cools down a little when you drip it down, because the safe distance is to hold the candle about 18 inches over the skin area, or ca. 45 cm.
Normal candles are about 140-170 F, which is 60-76 Celsius. And obviously that’s too dangerous.
Also since you’d be playing with fire, it!s important to have water and a fire distinguisher at hand, as well as some ice or cool water in case your partner does get burned. The area around should also be rid of flammable materials, better be safe than sorry. It’s also a general rule for the wax to never touch faces, open wounds, or the genitals because it can cause health problems. (In fiction we ignore that)
And having it come in contact with hair can also be a bit uncomfortable, since it will be difficult to get rid of.
