#sub levi

[veinsandviolets]

🩸 How They React to You Wanting to Peg Them 🩸

Side Chars Ver.

Contains: Pegging (duh), mentions of a strap, pathetic men, Asmo owns a collection of dildos, brat taming Belphie and Satan, dom!reader w/ sub!brothers, dom/sub dynamics, sir/ma’am/master, Beel is clueless, spanking (Belphie), biting (Asmo, Beel, Belphie), Levi kinda acts like a hentai protagonist on purpose, READER IS GN. NO PRONOUNS/GENITALIA ARE MENTIONED (only nipples and an ass), and others I may have missed

A/N: it was kinda hard to write the poly scenario, but I have to include it!! That’s my thanggg/ref

🩸 Lucifer

Lucifer would be initially stunned into silence when you first suggest pegging him.

His pride would make him hesitate, but beneath that composed exterior, he's secretly intrigued by the idea of relinquishing control to you.

He'd mask his interest with a raised eyebrow and a questioning gaze, asking "Are you certain this is what you desire?" while already considering the possibilities.

Once he agrees, Lucifer transforms from the commanding demon to a pliant partner.

His moans are low and guttural, completely different from his usual controlled speech.

He grips the sheets beneath him, knuckles turning white as he takes you.

His wings might occasionally flutter involuntarily with particularly deep thrusts, and he maintains eye contact with you, watching you dominate him with an expression of pure worship.

You enter Lucifer's study late one evening, finding him poring over documents as usual. "Lucifer," you begin, heart racing, "I have a proposition for you."

He looks up, crimson eyes narrowing slightly. "I'm listening."

You take a deep breath. "I want to peg you."

The silence stretches for what feels like an eternity. Lucifer sets down his quill, leaning back in his chair. "An... unusual request." He studies you carefully. "But not entirely unwelcome."

Later that night, Lucifer lies on his bed, stripped of his usual formal attire. You've prepared him thoroughly, fingers stretching him open as he pants beneath you. When you finally press the strap against his ass, he arches his back, a choked moan escaping his swollen lips.

"Look at me," you command, and his sharp eyes lock onto yours as you begin to move. Each thrust draws a new sounds from him that he didn’t even know he could make. His hands intertwine with yours, insisting you push deeper as his body trembles with pleasure.

"More," he finally gasps, voice ragged. "Please, my love."

When he finally cums, it's with a cry of your name, his body convulsing around the strap as he spills across his stomach. When he comes down from his high, he pulls you close, kissing you with a newfound intensity. "We must do this again," he murmurs against your lips. "Soon."

🩸 Mammon

Mammon would absolutely freak out when you first suggest pegging him.

His face would turn beet red, and he'd start stammering and waving his hands around. "W-W-Wait a second! The Great Mammon? Ya want to... to me? But that's... that's not..."

Despite his protests, you'd notice the growing bulge in his pants betraying his genuine interest.

He'd eventually agree after you reassure him that it doesn't make him any less masculine or desirable.

Once you get started, Mammon becomes a whining, whimpering mess beneath you. He'd alternate between calling you "sir" or "ma'am" or “master” depending on your preference, his voice cracking with pure ecstasy.

He'd try to maintain some semblance of his ego, but fail miserably as you hit that spot inside him that makes him see stars.

His hands would grip the sheets or whatever they could grab on to, and he'd beg for more despite his embarrassment at enjoying it so much.

You find Mammon counting his grimm in his room when you approach him with your idea. His eyes widen as he accidentally drops a stack of bills. "Eh?! Ya want to do what to me? To The Great Mammon?! I can't let ya... I have to give back!”

"It’s for your pleasure," you say lovingly, and he visibly shudders at your tone.

Later that evening, Mammon lies face down on his bed, trembling slightly as you finger fuck his hole. "Please be gentle," he whispers into the pillow, his voice muffled.

As you slowly press the strap against his entrance, he cries out, his body tensing before relaxing with a long moan. "Oh fuck, treasure! Ss’good…”

You begin to move, and Mammon completely loses any remaining composure. "Yes, master/ma’am/sir! Mmmshfuhh ‘s too much!" he babbles, tears streaming down his flushed face as pleasure overwhelms him. His hips push back against you instinctively, seeking more friction.

As he cums, his body trembles as he spills onto the sheets beneath him. Afterward, he buries his face in your neck, embarrassed but satisfied. "Don't tell anyone about this, okay? Especially not my stupid brothers...“

🩸 Leviathan

Levi would completely short-circuit when you suggest pegging him.

His face would turn an impressive shade of purple as he'd start switching between his human and demon forms uncontrollably.

“W-W-W-WHAT?! B-But that's... I-I can't! I mean... I want to! But I can't! You'd think I'm gross and weird and..."

He'd be an absolute mess of contradictions, desperately wanting it but terrified of your judgment.

Levi would be in his demon form almost immediately once you start.

He'd be writhing and whining beneath you, completely overwhelmed by the sensations.

His tail would wrap tightly around your wrist or waist, anchoring himself as you thrust into him.

He'd babble incoherently, focused entirely on the physical sensations. "Ohhh! ‘S shoo deep! Hah…! Please, more! I've never felt anything like this! ‘S sshoo good… can’t.. can't handle it…” He'd probably cry from how good it feels, tears streaming down his face as he begs for more.

You find Levi in his room, surrounded by gaming equipment. When you mention wanting to fuck him, he drops his controller, his eyes widening. "E-Eh?! You want to... to me? But I'm not... you’ll think I’m disgusting and and…!"

"No I won’t, my love. You know I’d never think that about you," you assure him, watching him tremble with anticipation.

Later that night, Levi is already in his demon form by the time you enter his room, his tail twitching nervously. "I-I've never done this before," he stammers, avoiding eye contact.

As you scissor him open, he whines and squirms, already overwhelmed. When you finally enter him, he cries out, his tail immediately wrapping around your waist. "Ohhh! ‘S... ‘s inside me! Mm… can feel it s’ deep! ‘S... ‘s too much!"

You begin to move, and Levi completely loses it. “‘s too much! Feels s’ good! Don't stop! Please don't ever stop! I'll do anything! Just please keep going!

He screams your name as his cocks spew pearly liquids onto the sheets. After, he clings to you, still in demon form, his tail wrapped possessively around your leg. "Can... can we do that again? Soon? Please? I've never felt anything that good in my entire life!"

🩸 Satan

Satan would try to maintain his composure when you first suggest pegging him, but you'd see the flicker of interest in his green eyes.

He'd cross his arms and raise an eyebrow, attempting to appear analytical rather than eager. "An interesting idea," he'd say, though you'd notice him swallowing nervously. "I suppose we could experiment... for research purposes."

He'd never admit how much the idea of relinquishing control excites him.

Once you're inside him, Satan's carefully constructed composure shatters completely.

He'd bury his face in a pillow or his arms to hide his blush and the tears of pleasure gathering in his eyes.

His horns are incredibly sensitive, trembling with each thrust. When you accidentally brush against them, he'd gasp loudly, his body arching involuntarily.

He'd try to muffle his moans but fail miserably, instead letting out choked whimpers that betray how much he's enjoying it.

His tail would wrap around your leg, holding you close as he pushes back against you.

You approach Satan in the library where he's reading. "I have something I want to try with you," you say, watching him carefully.

He looks up from his book, marking his page. "And what might that be?" he asks, though his tail gives away his interest with a slight twitch.

When you explain your desires, Satan's face flushes. "I... suppose we could," he manages, though he avoids eye contact.

Later that night, Satan lies on his bed, face buried in his arms as you prepare him. "Just... be gentle," he mumbles, voice muffled.

As you slowly press the strap against his entrance, he gasps, his body tensing before relaxing with a long moan. "Oh... that's... different..."

You begin to move, and Satan completely loses his composure. "Please don't stop," he begs, voice muffled by the pillow. "It feels... s’ good..."

His horns tremble with each thrust, and when you accidentally brush against one, he cries out, his body arching. "Right there! Please! Again!"

When you finally touch his horns deliberately while thrusting deep inside him, Satan cums with a choked sob. Afterward, he refuses to look at you, hiding his face in your chest. "Don't tell anyone about this," he whispers.

🩸 Asmodeus

Asmodeus would be absolutely delighted when you suggest pegging him!

His eyes would light up with excitement, and he'd practically bounce on his heels. "Oh, darling! Finally! Someone who appreciates the finer things in life!"

He'd immediately start rifling through his collection, dismissing his usual toys with a flick of his wrist. "No, no, those are far too common for such an occasion with you! We'll need something... special. Something that will make me feel every exquisite inch of you."

Asmo would be a vocal, writhing mess from the moment you start.

He'd push back against you shamelessly, demanding more. "Harder, darling! Don't be shy!"

He'd love it when you grab his hair, pulling his head back to expose his neck.

When you bite him, he'd cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, his body arching beautifully.

He'd praise you constantly between moans. "Yes! Just like that! Mark me as yours! Show everyone who I belong to!" His demon form might emerge partially, his wings fanning out in ecstasy.

You find Asmo admiring himself in his full-length mirror when you approach him with your idea. He turns to you with a gasp of delight. "Oh, you wicked thing! I knew there was a reason I adored you!"

He immediately leads you to his closet, revealing an impressive collection of toys. "But these simply won't do," he says, dismissing them all. "For you, my love, only this will suffice." He pulls out a large, intricately designed dildo in a deep purple color. "Obsidian carved with pleasure runes. Rare, exquisite, and absolutely divine. Let me know if you ever want to borrow it, you pervert!”

Later that night, Asmo lies on his bed, already writhing in anticipation. "Please, darling, don't make me wait," he begs, his voice breathy.

As you prepare him, he pushes back against your fingers shamelessly. "More! I can take more! I want to feel you stretching me wide open!"

When you finally press the obsidian dildo against his entrance, he cries out, his body arching beautifully. "Oh yes! That's it! Deeper!"

You begin to move, grabbing his hair and pulling his head back. "Take it. Fucking take it.”

"Yes! Yes! Use me! Make me yours!" he cries out as you bite his shoulder, hard enough to leave marks.

He cums with a pretty moan you’ve heard spill from his lips before. Afterward, he pulls you close, admiring the bite marks in the mirror. "Darling, that was absolutely divine! We must do this again soon! Perhaps tomorrow? I have a few other rare pieces I think you'd enjoy..."

🩸 Beelzebub

Beel would be completely confused when you first mention pegging.

He'd tilt his head, his expression genuinely puzzled. "Pegging? Is that... a type of food?" Once you explain what it actually is, he'd consider it for a moment before nodding slowly.

"Oh. So... you want to put something inside me? Like... how I put my cock inside you? Okay. If it makes you happy, I'll try it." He'd be completely unfazed by the idea, more curious about whether it would feel good than concerned about any stigma.

Beel would be surprisingly receptive once you start. He'd be vocal about what feels good, his deep voice rumbling with pleasure.

“Oh... that's... nice," he'd moan as you find the right angle.

He'd love it when you praise him, responding with renewed enthusiasm. "Am I being good? Should I move like this?"

He'd be surprisingly responsive to biting, his body arching when you sink your teeth into his shoulder. His large hands would grip your hips or the sheets, holding on tight as he takes you.

You approach Beel while he's snacking in the kitchen. "Beel, I have something I want to try with you," you say, watching him carefully.

He looks up from his food, mouth full. "Is it edible?" he asks, swallowing.

When you explain your desires, Beel considers it for a moment. "Oh. So you want to be inside me? Like how I'm inside you sometimes? Okay. If it makes you happy, I'll try it. But can I eat after? I'm getting hungry."

Later that night, Beel lies on his bed, watching you curiously as you prepare. "Will it feel good?" he asks, his large cock already hardening in anticipation.

As you slowly press the strap against his entrance, he gasps, his body tensing before relaxing with a long moan. "Oh... that's... different... but good..."

You begin to move, and Beel responds with enthusiasm. "Like this?" he asks, pushing back against you experimentally. "Is this good?"

"You're being so good for me, Beel," you praise, and he beams at your words, his movements becoming more confident.

When you bite his shoulder, he cries out, his body arching. "Oh! That... that feels good too… please do that again.”

As you continue to thrust into him, his large cock leaks against his stomach. "I'm... I'm close," he gasps. "Is it okay if I cum?"

He cums with a deep groan, reddened mushroom tip hitting his toned stomach. Afterward, he pulls you close, nuzzling against your neck. "That was... really good," he admits. "Can we do that again? Maybe after I get a snack?"

🩸 Belphegor

Belphie would be initially unimpressed when you suggest pegging him, letting out a dramatic sigh. "Do I have to move? Can't you just ride me instead?"

He'd pretend to be annoyed, but you'd see the flicker of interest in his violet eyes. "Fine," he'd say with exaggerated reluctance. "But if I fall asleep, it's your fault."

He'd secretly love the idea of you taking control, even if he'd never admit it willingly.

Once you're inside him, Belphie's pushing back against you deliberately, testing your limits.

"Is that all you've got?" he'd taunt, though his voice would betray his arousal.

He'd love it when you punish him: spanking him hard enough to leave marks, yanking his hair, biting his neck until he cries out.

He'd grip his favorite pillow for dear life as you shove his head into the attic bed, his muffled moans of pleasure mixing with his protests. "Harder! Don’t be fucking weak."

You find Belphie napping in the attic when you approach him with your proposition. He cracks open one eye, sighing dramatically. "Do I have to? I'm comfortable here."

“You'll like it," you assure him, and he considers it for a moment before shrugging.

"Fine," he says with exaggerated reluctance. "But this better be worth waking up for."

Later that night, Belphie lies on his side in the attic bed, already gripping his favorite pillow. "Hurry up before I fall asleep," he grumbles.

As you prepare him, he pushes back against your fingers deliberately. "Is that supposed to feel good? Because I'm not impressed."

When you finally enter him, he gasps, his body tensing before relaxing with a long moan. "Oh... okay... that's... not bad..."

You begin to move, and Belphie's bratty attitude emerges full force. "Is that all you've got?" he taunts, pushing back against you. "I've felt better from Solomon’s cooking."

In response, you yank his hair, shoving his face into the mattress as you spank him hard. "Behave," you growl, and he whimpers in response.

"Fuck! Too much!" he cries out as you bite his shoulder, hard enough to leave marks. "Toomuchtoomuchtoomuch!"

He screams in his pillow at the intensity of his orgasm, clenching onto whatever ego he had left. Afterward, he clings to you, his body trembling. "Okay," he admits quietly. "That was... better than I expected. Next time, we need to do it at an earlier time, before my nap."

🩸 Poly!Brothers

When you suggest pegging all seven brothers at once, the reactions are predictably varied.

Lucifer raises an eyebrow, intrigued by the challenge. Mammon flushes bright red but agrees immediately when he realizes the others are participating. Levi short-circuits at the idea but nods enthusiastically. Satan tries to appear composed but can't hide his interest. Asmo squeals with delight, already planning which toys to use. Beel is confused but willing. Belphie pretends to be uninterested but secretly loves the idea.

The brothers work together to prepare you, their hands exploring your body as they get you ready.

Asmo directs them with expert precision, positioning you on your hands and knees with pillows supporting your weight.

“We need to make sure our darling is comfortable before we begin," he says, adjusting your position.

Lucifer kneels before you, his fingers teasing your nipples as Satan and Beel attend to your other needs.

Mammon and Levi position themselves on either side, their hands stroking your skin as Belphie lies beneath you, his breath warm against your most sensitive areas.

As you enter each brother in turn, they respond differently but all with overwhelming pleasure.

Lucifer maintains his composure longest, but even he breaks when you thrust deep inside him, his moans mingling with the others.

Mammon whines and whimpers, calling you "sir/ma'am/master” between gasps.

Levi writhes beneath you, his tail wrapping around your thigh as he begs for more.

Satan hides his face, his horns trembling with pleasure.

Asmo pushes back shamelessly, demanding harder and deeper.

Beel rumbles with satisfaction, his large hands gripping your hips.

Belphie grips his pillow, his muffled moans of pleasure mixing with his protests.

As you move between them, the brothers work together to pleasure you in return.

Hands and mouths explore your body, bringing you to the edge again and again.

When you’re finished, they surround you, their bodies tangled together in a heap of satisfied limbs and contented sighs. "We should do this again," Asmo purrs, and the others murmur their agreement, already anticipating your next encounter.

Up next: 🩸 How They React to You Wanting to Peg Them 🩸 SIDE CHARS VER.

[livelaughlovesubs]

~ 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.

[misandrymced]

aot mtl to suggest/enjoy pegging !

mdni cw- mentions of pegging, slight choking, spit play (only levi)

eren was in the mood for a change in your relationship, he felt like you guys had done everything but anal, and since you were the domaninant one he wanted you to bring it up and he would just eagerly agree and throw his ass in the air for you too catch. But no it seemed you were moving along fine, which means he had too take matters into his own hands.

He buys all you need he just waits for you to get out the shower, layed in bed nude on his side extenuating his curves. Hearing the water turn off he gets in his form - face down, ass up - his plan was quite simple. You would see him bare ass waving in the air for you, cream would dribble down your leg, and ravage him right then and there.

When you finally exit the bathroom and is met with the sight of eren in position would make his plan go exactly as planned.

levi was more vanilla or a sub top if you would prefer, y'know you on top riding him, using him as a dildo not caring how many times he had cummed or if he came at all for that matter. He just wanted to be used, you spitting in his face and rubbing it in like cleanser made him fall even more for you. So he thought what you guys did was filthy enought until he had overheard a conversation of yours on the phone, you were talking to your friend about stuff you would wanna try and you had mentiong wanting to peg levi but not even wanting to suggest it out of fear of rejection.

he loves you so much he would do anything for even things he's timid on trying but after furthur research he compiled all you needed and surprised you with it. And of course you had to show him how greatful you were for his braveness and taking your strap like a slut so well for his first time.

armin was very bashful and hesitant so trying to convince him to let you buy the strap-on you guys found while strolling in spencer's is insane. On top of the vulger language your using about the positions you would have him in and the noises you would discover he made, made his cheecks heat up and palms get sweaty.

He was afraid to have his ass tooted up (your words not his) but at the same time the way your face lit up when you saw it had him in awe, he just wants to make you happy.

So now the blonde haired boy who could barely take getting overstimualted when jerking him off is now taking 6.5 inches.

safe to say it will be something you do for special occasions, like of the presents on your birthday.

a/n Heyy this was just something quick until I release my Tengen NSFW alphabet, so until then this is the best I can do! TYY I'd you made it this far <333

[neesu]

Pathetic

Summary:

Levi Ackerman was never meant to fall apart for anyone—but he did for you. Now he’s on his knees, clinging to something that’s already slipping through his fingers. And you? You never promised to stay.

Contains: (dominant!male reader × Levi Ackerman, emotional manipulation, power dynamics, obsession, soft control, slow unraveling, psychological tension, angst with heat underneath)

Levi was crying.

He was on his knees, clinging to my leg like his life depended on it, trying to stop me from leaving. Who would’ve thought? The great Levi Ackerman, reduced to this, begging for me.

“Please… don’t go,” he sobbed, red-eyed and trembling, his hands gripping my pants tighter.

I clicked my tongue, annoyed, and gave him a light push with my foot to make him let go. I was getting tired of this scene.

“Pathetic…” I muttered, looking down at him with disgust.

And he really was. Utterly pathetic.

I watched him flinch at my words. He didn’t dare lift his head. He just knelt there, silent, his gaze fixed on the floor. I remained standing, towering over him. He stayed down, head bowed, the picture of submission.

A faint smile tugged at the corner of my lips. So the effect I had on him hadn’t faded after all.

I crouched down, slowly, until I was at his level. I raised his chin with a single finger, forcing his eyes to meet mine. In that moment, I saw it all—his sadness, his fear… maybe even love?

My expression didn’t change. I studied him, watching how his body tensed under my gaze. He squirmed slightly, uncomfortable, but said nothing. Just let me look.

I sighed and stood back up.

“Don’t follow me. I’ll contact you when I need you,” I said, coldly, not even glancing back as I walked toward the door.

It had been interesting, getting to know him—his preferences, his fears, his weaknesses.

Especially the weaknesses.

Those were the most useful ones.

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[niilue]

Could I request Levi from AOT + dildos/toys plays + double penetration + male dom reader?

— levi ackerman • aot —

cw: dom reader, sub levi, dildo, toys play, double penetration, male reader, sweet reader.

niilue’s 3k event

levi's ass feels so hot and tight around my cock as i begin to thrust, faster and harder. i can feel the head of my dick pressing against his prostate, and he lets out a moan that sends shivers down my spine. i grab his hair roughly and yank his head back, watching as he arches his back further, offering himself to me completely.

my other hand finds its way between us, teasing at the entrance to his body before slipping inside, finding the thick, velvety length of the toy I'd prepared earlier. i push it against him, slowly at first, feeling the slick heat of his body as I push the dildo deeper and deeper inside. he lets out a gasp, his muscles tensing as he adjusts to the foreign intrusion.

"that's it, baby," i murmur, my voice rough with desire. "take it all." i begin to thrust the dildo in and out of him, harder and faster now, feeling his body stretch and accommodate me. I grab his hips, guiding him up onto his knees as I stand behind him, giving me deeper access to his ass. my cock is still buried within him, thrusting in time with the dildo, stretching him to his limits.

i lean down, my lips pressing against his ear. "you're so fucking amazing, levi," i whisper, my voice shaking with need. "i can't get enough of you." my other hand finds its way back to his cock, already hard and leaking pre-cum. I begin to stroke him in time with my thrusts, feeling him grow hotter and harder in my grip. "come for me, baby. show me how much you need this."

as if my words were a trigger, levi's body tenses and arches forward, his breath hitching in his throat. his fingers scrape against the mattress as he tries to steady himself, his ass clamping down on me in response to the building pressure within him. his moans fill the room, echoing off the walls and surrounding us like a symphony of desire.

as the pleasure overtakes him, his moans grow louder and more urgent. "i'm… i'm close… i need… more…" his voice is pleading, desperate, and I can feel the tension building in his body as he fights for release. i pick up the pace, thrusting harder and deeper into him with the dildo, my cock still buried inside him. "come for me, levi. let it go."

his ass clenches around me, squeezing tightly, and I can feel the heat building inside him. "please… more…" he gasps, his head falling back as his orgasm takes hold. his body shudders with release, his muscles relaxing as he cums around my cock and down the length of the dildo. the tension finally releases, and I collapse on top of him, panting heavily.

my cock twitches inside him, still hard and demanding more, but for now i'm content to just hold him and feel his body pressed against mine. "god, levi," i whisper, kissing the back of his neck. "you were amazing."

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[y44washere4somereason]

Hello sub levi nation, Philippines banning tumblr wont stop me

[mysicklove]

spoiled brats have got to be one of my favorite subs. the ones that are put on a pedistool, and who bitch and whine about everything. only thinking about their own pleasure, soley on themselves during this time. the ones who have a soft dom that spoil them rotten, are so used this treatment that they dont even bat an eye, which only fuels them to get worse and worse. the brats who are treated as princess, their body worshipped, and constantly receiving praise. cause they are so pretty, and they do deserve the best treatment, so you dont mind indulging them just a little bit <3

Levi Ackerman, Obanai Iguro, Rin Itoshi, Shoto Todoroki, Hyoma Chigiri, Megumi Fushigiro, Sae Itoshi, Tomura Shigaraki, Douma

[eli0004]

Levi Ackerman NSFW Alphabet

Pairing: sub!Levi x Reader

Warnings: msub, dominance, degradation, praise, some heavy kink activity and whatnot, mentions of insecurity

(AN: I’m sorry this took me forever, but I was thrilled about this request because I LOVVVVE smut alphabets. Please feel free to request more, or ask for further elaboration on anything in this one! 💜)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

When Levi is coming down from the high of his orgasm, he can’t hide the fact that he’s feeling good. He’ll lie there with you, head on your chest as his shoulders rise and fall while he catches his breath. You can stroke his hair and run your thumb over his cheek, and he’ll turn to gaze up at you with soft, sleepy eyes. It’s really a treat to see this side of him, so relaxed and pliant. And if you’re lucky, you could watch his eyes flutter closed, and hear his soft snores as he drifts off to sleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He isn’t confident about much, but i can see Levi being confident in his jawline. I envision him turning his head to the side and taking his straight razor down his neck, scraping off the shaving cream and admiring, even if it’s only for a moment, the sharpness and angularity of it.

On you? Is it a cop out to say everything? How could you even ask him to pick something when he loves all of you so much? But, in all seriousness, I think Levi would find “unique” features very attractive. If you have a larger nose, vitiligo, lots of freckles, stretch marks, surgery scars…etc etc. If you’re insecure about it, Levi loves it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I think he’d prefer to cum either inside or catch it somewhere for easy clean up, but his orgasms, more often than not, tend to be quick and intense. He’s cumming before he can really even think about where to do it. If you’re giving him head, he’ll feel himself getting closer and closer and he’ll writhe and paw at your hair, but the scorching pleasure tends to make his brain short circuit, and he can’t find the words to warn you. Recognizing body language is very important when in bed with Levi.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I feel like, from time to time, Levi imagines what it would be like to fully dedicate himself to submitting to you. Allowing you to make the smallest decisions for him, how to spend his money, when to eat or drink, when - and where - to use the restroom. I believe he fantasizes a bit about life as a lifestyle sub, living entirely for you and what makes you feel happy. It’s what makes him happy.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

My personal favorite is inexperienced/virgin Levi, but if we’re being realistic i’d say he’s at least got a hand job or two under his belt. I think given his past, and how he grew up, he doesn’t place as much emphasis on sex and sexual experience as your average man. If you ask him, it’s just a normal thing that people do, it’s human nature to chase after pleasure.

Then again I also think, perhaps given the more traumatic aspect to his past, there’s a high possibility that he has some underlying negative feelings about it, whether he realizes it or not. When in a relationship, i think it likely takes many months before he feels comfortable enough to indulge in the act. But once he does, he can be a bit insatiable at times.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Riding!! Levi likes to be beneath you, but this certainly doesn’t mean you’ll be doing all the work. He’ll do his best to make you feel just as good as you make him feel, roaming his hands over your thighs, chest, thumbing over your clit/tip. He likes when you cup his jaw and tilt his head to force eye contact. You can watch him struggle to keep his eyes open while he’s dizzy from the pleasure.

If he’s feeling extra mushy gushy, he might like missionary, pressing his body tightly against yours and all but laying on top of you. He’ll bury his face into your neck and grunt and groan softly against your skin as he thrusts slow and deep. Run your fingers through his hair and gently tug, scratch down his back, he fucking lives for that.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

To Levi, sex and intimacy is an act of worship. To praise your body and your heart and to show his gratitude and gratefulness for the way you love him. He’s far too enamored, too consumed by emotion to even think about being unserious.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps neatly trimmed, but he’ll only shave if he fucks up the trim somehow. That said, it’s Levi we’re talking about, meticulous is his middle name. When would he ever fuck up anything? So, neatly trimmed it is, dark, course and it thins out into a sexy little line that comes up just below his belly button. Happy trail supremacy 😩

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

As previously stated, sex with Levi doesn’t exist without intimacy. This man is nothing if not passionate, and he puts everything he has into it, just to show you what you mean to him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Levi rarely gets off on his own, i think it makes him uncomfortable to be so hormone driven. When he goes a while without seeing you, he’ll ignore those random erections and push away the horny thoughts until it becomes unbearable, and only then will he take care of himself.

However, i think Levi is a big fan of mutual masturbation. He likes having your eyes on him while he strokes himself, the way you gaze at him like you’ve never seen a sight so mouth-watering, so mesmerizing. It boosts his confidence ten-fold. When he’s getting closer, his hand will speed up and his jaw will go slack, you can watch him hunch over himself as he cums, balls tightening and contracting as he spurts over his knuckles.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Levi likes to challenge you when he’s feeling a bit more freaky. When there’s a lot of sexual tension between the both of you, he likes to be put in his place. In those moments, he can be a bit of a brat.

He likes to be teased, though he often pretends not to. If you want to build up that tension, you can send him sexy looks, touch him when no one is looking, get him all flustered just to walk away and make him wait. He’ll call you a tease, tell you you’re being mean, but it’s clear that he loves it by the way he seeks you out for more.

Manhandling? He’s a sucker for someone who can push him around, force eye contact with a firm grip on his jaw, back him up against the nearest surface for some steamy kisses.

Praise and degradation. When he’s being good, dote on that man. Tell him he’s your good boy, dish out all the rewards. When he’s being a pain in your ass, a little condescending degradation gets him all hot and bothered. Caress his cheek with a sweet smile and tell him he’d better cut the attitude before you leave him to fuck his fist like the horny little bitch he is.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

It’s a common headcannon that he’d most prefer shower sex, and while i do think he’d enjoy it for obvious reasons, i think he’d also be fond of the intimate aspect of doing it in low lighting, trapped between the bedsheets, when he’s feeling a bit more soft.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you care for him. His main love language is acts of service, that’s a no-brainer at this point, but it works both ways. You cooked a meal for him? He’s gonna have you for dessert.

Levi has very little experience with feeling loved, so the quickest way to turn him on is to baby him, regardless of how he might pretend he doesn’t need it. Three words: do it anyway. And seeing you do it as if loving him is like second nature is a sure way to have him all over you.

And if you initiate, it’s even better. Show him how much you want him, when you’re kissing and grinding up on each other, slip his hand between your legs to feel the effect he has on you. Knowing he turns you on, that you want him just as badly as he wants you, that sort of thing gets him hard embarrassingly quick.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

It’s hard to say, because most of the time Levi would do just about anything you ask him, especially if he trusts you. But i don’t think he’d be too much of a fan of blood/knife play or emeto/scat. Essentially, no infliction of real lasting pain, and nothing that is, in his eyes, “unhygienic”. He sees enough of that in his day to day life and derives no sexual pleasure from it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He may not be a pro, but Levi learns by watching how you react. If you twitch or throb or quiver when he licks you there, he’ll double down and drive you wild. Going down on you isn’t his favorite way to get you off, but he would spend an eternity between your legs if you asked him to.

In terms of himself, Levi doesn’t always understand why you’d want to put him in your mouth, but he’ll never complain. He keeps himself nice and groomed, clean and he’ll never force your head unless you asked him to. He doesn’t know where to put his hands and his breathing gets a bit shaky when you’re kissing down his tummy. But all that nervousness dissipates the second he feels your tongue swirl around his tip, too drunk on pleasure to be so cautious.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on how he’s feeling, if he’s in a more relaxed and romantic mood he may prefer gentle touching and body worship, whether you’re doing the fucking or he is. He likes those slow, deep strokes, so he can feel every inch, in and out.

If he’s feeling moody or stressed, or even simply pent up, Levi is ready to get his back blown out. He likes it face down, ass up. Or if you’re on top, have a firm grip on his throat and force eye contact as you slam down on/into him. The quickest way to hear those pretty little sounds.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Levi doesn’t mind them, but always expect more later. Quickies are more of a warm up, or a form of foreplay in his eyes. Especially if you use him to get yourself off and leave him hanging. It sounds mean, but sometimes he likes you a little mean. It’s always worth it when you milk him dry later anyway.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

In the beginning, new ideas are met with some level of skepticism. Over time, the more trust is established, the mo comfortable he becomes, the more he’s willing to try new things. He knows you’d never steer him wrong or force him into an uncomfortable situation, but it’s crucial that he feels safe enough to speak up when he’s not feeling it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He’s not as energetic as he used to be, but he can go a couple times with breaks in between. Overstimulation puts him in subspace pretty easily too, so don’t be afraid to test his limits.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Vibrators vibrators vibrators!!! He loves them! He won’t say it, but when you pull out your little bullet, Levi feels such a wave of excitement. He always cums twice as hard when you suck him off with it pressed up against his taint, or trace it over his balls. If you want to tease him extra good, you can ghost it over his tip and watch his thighs start to tremble.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Levi doesn’t tease as much as he tests your boundaries. When he wants to be put in his place, you’ll know by the way he isn’t as quick to follow directions, or his sarcastic remarks when you’re breaking him down. There’s something he loves about watching your eyes go from gentle and sweet to domineering and animalistic. That’s how he knows he’s gotten just what he wants.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Rarely is he truly loud, but he’s definitely not quiet either. Levi is expressive in his own way, through heavy labored breathing and soft hums of pleasure, “ngh” and “mnm” sounds. He gets louder as you dish out more and more, and when he’s close, his jaw slackens and he inhales sharply, before letting out a drawn out, breathy groan.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Levi is shy about titles, but the closer he gets to subspace, the less his inhibitions are present, and before you know it, he’s responding to your instructions with a “yes ma’am/sir” or “ok mommy/daddy”

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He isn’t big, but he isn’t small. I’d say Levi is packing pretty average, with a good amount of girth. He has a slight upward curve, and such a pretty pale pink color. He leaks too, especially when he’s pent up. A bit of dry humping and heavy kissing is all it takes to have him leaving dark wet patches on the front of his pants.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He has a moderate sex drive, but even if he’s been desperate for you all day long, sometimes he finds it hard to initiate. This goes back to the whole “recognizing body language is important” thing, because more often than not, he’s going to show you he’s in the mood.

He’ll be more touchy, you’ll notice his eyes lingering on your body, he sits closer to you and makes his presence more obvious. Once he’s gotten more comfortable in the relationship, he might press himself against you during hugs, so you can feel him semi-hard in his pants, or his kisses might become longer and laced with desperation.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

It really is a battle in his mind: to stay awake and snuggle up, or to give into exhaustion. He can’t help but feel extra relaxed when you’re done coaxing orgasms out of him, and his eyes get soft and dreary. Pet his hair a bit and hold him tight and he’s out like a light.