nsfw, cunnilingus, overstimulation, muliple orgasms, light cnc
Levi Ackerman/F!Reader, 1.7k words
“I can be mean.”
“Mmhmm.” A crease in the bed’s comforter is receiving more of your attention than the petulant man behind you. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”
“Your lack of faith is pretty rude.” Levi steps beside you, scowling at your pointless chore of smoothing out the sheets. “I haven’t chosen to be mean before, but you never asked for it.”
Your boyfriend has an icy edge to his temperament, sure, but it’s never been indicative of his sexual desires. He’s a gentle lover, giving you an abundance of love that expresses the vulnerability he wouldn’t share with others. Only now, after a dinner date sprinkled with conversation of daring sexual fantasies, is he teasing the presence of a dangerous side.
“I never thought you would’ve enjoyed it.” Your arms instinctively lift by a hair as his hands snake around your waist beneath them. “You’re very kind to me in bed, you know.”
“I would enjoy making you happy.” His chin rests atop your shoulder, allowing his breath to coast along the taut skin of your neck. “And if being mean makes you happy, then I’d enjoy doing it.”
You draw a hand into his hair, fingering the threads that flow like silk. “You wouldn’t even know how, sweetheart.”
He tsks hard, the first layer of his softness stripped away. “Now you’re provoking me.”
“Mm, maybe.” Your stomach tenses as his hand slips under your shirt. “Don’t feel bad if you can’t deliver.”
“Quiet. You’re such a brat.”
“Just a bit. I—”
His embrace switches into a vice, one that sweeps you off your feet and hurls you onto the mattress. You’ve gotten this swift treatment before, and you’ve learned to brace for it. Your body craters in the mattress and splays itself for him, opening like a blossoming flower to accept his touch.
“Oh, I’m shaking,” you purr.
“Learn some patience.” He hooks fingers under your shirt and peels the fabric off with your assistance, taking your brassiere with it. He’s the impatient one, foregoing any seductive pace in favor of getting you naked as fast as possible.
Your spine arches as if on puppet strings when he kisses a line down to your abdomen, telling him wordlessly how wonderfully he’s doing. His tongue joins his teeth in teasing your skin, his nibbles fine-tuned to tickle your nerves and send frissons across your frame.
Your breaths are nasally and thin, remembering to take in oxygen in between the ripples of pleasure he’s feeding you. His shoulders are your usual anchor to dig fingers into, although his nape and hair are serving as delicious alternatives tonight. A fistful of strands are clenched when his nip shifts into a bite, a tiny act of defiance against his threat.
“That all?” you breathe, peering down at him across the expanse of your chest.
“Patience. Or I’ll do nothing but leave you hungry tonight.”
“That would be mean.” Your hips pick up as he tugs your waistband off them.
“I know. Don’t let it come to that.” He takes only a moment to consider the lace of your panties curving around your hips before stealing those too, treating himself to your splendid indecency.
He relishes the view for several moments, digging his own digits into his mouth to coat them in saliva before bringing them to your cunt. He feels you, just barely sensing you, as his fingertip is drawn up between your folds.
Your hips rock lightly, waiting for me. “Teasing won’t work. I have more stamina than you do.”
He shifts down, burrowing into the mattress as his head finds its place between your thighs. “I’ve disproven that. Several times.”
“Sure, love. You—”
You wouldn’t dare taunt the mouth that pleases, not when it connects with your cunt and tickles your delicate knot of nerves. A quick breath is sucked in and your cheekiness stops, exchanging sass for joy.
Your body happily relaxes as his tongue laps at your clit. Pleasure bubbles where his mouth meets your body, stripping your thoughts of clarity. It’s wonderful, and it’s a luxury you deem yourself so lucky to have.
And in his infinite kindness, he isn’t mocking your sudden submission. He is holding you and loving you thoroughly, offering his sweetness that has kept you hungry for him time and time again. He is a gentle lover despite his demeanor, and that gentleness is all that manifests in your shared throes of sex and pleasure.
He can’t be mean. He’s already given up and resorted to wielding his best tactic for pleasure. You won’t tease him now about it—best to wait until his dose of rhapsody is wholly consumed.
Your breathing turns whimpery when two of his fingers slip inside you and drag against your walls, working in elegant tandem with his mouth. “Fuck—Levi—” you spit out, and that pushes his motivation harder.
It’s nothing revolutionary, but its familiarity has stemmed from its effectiveness. You’re climbing fast, nothing but a quivering body of happy nerves and hot blood. At the moment, requesting a harsher edge to his play seems unnecessary.
You utter his name again as your clit throbs and your skull pushes into the mattress. Ecstasy is coiling up inside your gut, ready to burst. You think to repay him with an orgasm of his own once you reach yours.
“Levi—I—!” The sheets are twisted up in your fists as your thighs shake, moments from climax. He keeps his pace, effortless and consistent, and you fall victim to the greatest splendor a human can experience.
Your orgasm is good, and through, and strong. It shudders down your body and scrambles your mind, your body tensing hard around Levi’s head. He knows how effective he is; your trembling and twitching says as much for him. He maintains his tempo throughout your flight.
The high of orgasm fades, but the sensation doesn’t stop. You surface out of the ocean, yet the waves keep rolling, pelting you with more offerings of pleasure. His motions are pleasing objectively, but they’re not entirely considerate of the cooldown you’d like after riding such a high.
“Nn—Levi. Levi.” You’re mumbling his name now, almost questioning it. A hand reaches for his wrist, but it keeps twitching as your nerves keep leaping.
The mess between his lips and your cunt is only growing messier. Your body is adapting, learning to tolerate the excess and find joy in it yet again. It’s good, your mind says, and eventually your nerves agree.
It is good. It’s good when he fingers you and eats you up, his steadiness akin to that of a machine. His focus is just as mechanical; not so much as a word or a grunt has been uttered since he began. He has a goal, one far past the one you thought he was aiming for.
Utterances of his name crumble into spasmodic moans, the answer to a second orgasm dragged out of your body. It pulls through you laboriously, your muscles collapsing in on themselves and already boiling blood sent for another lap around your system.
Now your clit throbs hard in line with your heart, both enraged by the stimulation. It continues.
“Levi!” you spit through gritted teeth, your legs once wrought with orgasm now tight with frustration. “You—you’ve gotta ease—nn—ease up!”
He knows you too well to doubt his work. He’s well aware you’ve already come twice, and there must be some primal urge in him to coax a third out of you immediately. It can happen—and it has happened before—but that sort of repetition succeeds only with proper pacing. Not this relentless downpour.
Once realizing that he is deaf to your commands, you push a palm into his head, physically urging it off.
He resists. His posture hardens, in fact, gluing his mouth to you. One measly nudge won’t stop him.
“Levi!” Your heels dig wildly into his sides as the stimulation turns to torture.
And that’s precisely it: torture. This ravenous persistence isn’t by mistake. He found a way to subdue you, please you, and torture you as he promised. This is his version of being mean.
It’s what you asked for, so you don’t intend on safewording. Still, taking this torment meekly doesn’t suit you either.
You nail elbows into the mattress and hoist your torso up. In the next instant, his palm shoots up to force your body back down. His damned strength is more than you can conquer, especially when you’re hindered by the deluge of electricity in your limbs.
“Levi, I s-swear to god—” You dig fingers under his wrist in an effort to pry the brace off, but the might of two trembling arms is worthless against him. He maintains his wicked pace, and there’s little you can do to resist.
Somehow, a third orgasm ignites itself, but its warmth is overwhelmed by the blazing fire on your clit. Gravity seems to double as ungodly tremors help Levi in pinning you down, your body contributing to its own predicament.
Once you bear through it, your strength is returned even though the assault doesn’t stop.
“Levi!” Your nails might break skin with how fiercely they dig into his wrist. You’re livid, transformed into a thrashing animal caught in a snare and desperate for relief. “You’ve made your point!”
Only after that cry does he grace you with the smallest of hums, a tiny, smug laugh beneath his unending effort. It infuriates you more.
“I’m—I’m going to kill you, I swear—”
He likes your taunts. He keeps going.
“Levi, please!” Maybe begging will work better. Utter might certainly isn’t doing anything.
For less than a second, he shows mercy by breathing a quick, “Please what?”, before resuming.
“Please s-stop—it’s unbearable.” You’re clutching his hand now, using it as a lifeline. “It’s too much—I can’t take it.”
He hums. “It’s mean?” he asks against your swollen bud.
“Yes! Yes—it is. I-I believe you now.”
“Good.” He sits up, detaching his lips from your body and giving you freedom at last. “I’m glad we agree.”
You’re too occupied with soothing yourself, your legs coiling in as residual twitches jolt through them. You clench your jaw shut and push out some poor attempts at slow breathing, your head spinning too quickly to focus.
“We agree, right?” He’s looming over you, a hand coasting along your arm as if to warn you of a second round.
“Yes. Yes.” Your weight is lifted atop the elbow you plant in the mattress. “We agree. You can be mean.”
He presses a kiss on your cheek, one wet with your slick. “Thank you, love. I’ll be rough with you whenever you’d like.”
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hi everyone, i know i haven’t updated my blog in a while with fics or anything, but after reading and seeing the current situation, i urge you to read through this post and SPREAD.
!!!! please spread about the GLOBAL SUMUD FLOTILLA to all platforms you have, no matter how small or big your audience is! this is very important and is a pressing matter. time is RUNNING OUT𑁋Gaza is on the brink of total destruction. !!!
to summarise...
GSF is a non-governmental, international coordinated maritime mobilization, made up of a coalition of civilians and everyday people from various nations—organizers, humanitarians, doctors, artists, clergy, lawyers, faith leaders, and seafarers.
Right now, they are aiming to break the Israhell's siege of the Gaza Strip, and deliver urgent humanitarian and medical aid.
It is NON-VIOLENT, powered by COMPASSION, and heavily relies on SOLIDARITY.
for more information, here’s the official website and their official Instagram. here are also more articles (Al-Jazeera, Malaysia's Ministry of Foreign Affairs statement, how to help - freedomflatilla.org) if you want to read further.
WHY SHOULD YOU HELP SPREAD/DONATE?
Please help amplify the message, spread to everyone and anyone.
If we all speak up, it makes it harder for the public to ignore further what’s happening Gaza and the rest of Palestine.
This flotilla is a concrete, visual and immense effort pulled together to bring aid and the spotlight to those oppressed and suffering. WITHOUT awareness, advocacy, and pressure, this situation will continue to be neglected, and this humanitarian effort will risk been unseen.
> WHAT TO DO?
Share updates, articles, and videos about the flotilla on social media.
Use hashtags like #GlobalSumudFlotilla and #LetAidThrough so posts are more visible.
On posts about the flotilla, tag your favourite artists, influencers𑁋don't mind that they might not answer or ignore. Just do it, repeatedly. Ask them to use their platform to speak out publicly.
If you can, join vigils, protests, or community gatherings help build pressure and show governments people care and we are tired of the oppression.
Donate to organizations providing aid or legal support to activists and civilians in Gaza.
- Many groups publish transparent needs lists (food, medical kits, communication equipment).
2. SOLIDARITY AMPLIFIES MORAL PRESSURE.
when many people𑁋especially from different nations𑁋know about this mission, talk about it, and support it, this creates pressure on governments, international media and institutions to react or at least respond.
Governments are more likely to respond when its citizens, largely, are protesting and speak up with serious condemnations and threats (of riots, strikes, etc). Here are news articles showing you real life examples of why and how solidarity and speaking up works: theSun - Malaysia's delegation in the flotilla, The Star - Malaysia's Cabinet statement regarding Israeli airstrikes on Global Sumud Flotilla in Tunisia, Pakistan, 15 countries urge protection of Global Sumud Flotilla to Gaza, FO expresses concerns over security of Global Sumud Flotilla, calls for respect of international law.
3. Simply due to human rights and international laws. By now, I am sure you know what the Israeli (and the countries and nations supporting them) are doing are war crimes.
4. CHALLENGE the SILENCE and PROPAGANDA.
If you’ve ever learnt history before, you must know that in this conflict𑁋and many others𑁋the narrative is controlled. Misinformation is spread, and the voices of innocent civilians and witnesses are marginalized. If you’ve ever learnt about the N*zi in Germany, this is a sufficient example for you to understand what I’m talking about.
When we give more and more attention to the GSF, it helps break through the silence, the controlled one-sided narratives, and let people see the real, humane angle𑁋who’s involved, who’s actually at fault in the conflict, what risks the volunteers are taking, what they aim to do, and the obstacles they face.
TDLR:
Spreading the word may seem like a small act, but silence is complicity. Every share, conversation, and show of support adds to a chorus demanding justice and dignity.
The Global Sumud Flotilla carries not just aid, but a message: that ordinary people, united, can challenge injustice. Let’s not let their voices sail unheard.
You don’t have to be Muslim to stand with Palestine. 🇵🇸
I do not deserve to be murdered for being Jewish/ Israeli. Killing random Jews won’t free Palestine.
We have the same right to exist in the public space as you do. Your sentiments on the war in Gaza & the Israeli government and army all don’t matter when it comes to that.
