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[cometlevi]

im actually gonna super need the gabi hate to stop she is one of my favorites

[cometlevi]

Levi doodles because no one got time for full illustrations

[cometlevi]

彡 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟓𝐭𝐡 - 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤

♡ 𝐬𝐮𝐦. Levi wants to start a family with his wife (wc: 2.2k )

𝐜𝐰 — afab!reader x husband!Levi Ackermn. 18+ smut mdni, established relationship, very small fluff moment at the start, suggestive talking and touching, grinding/dry humping, dirty talk, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, praise, and breeding kink. -> you've been warned; continue at your own discretion.

The aroma of herbs and spices filled the kitchen, the smell mixing with the sound of the sizzle of thick butter as it stirred in the pan to prepare Levi’s favourite meal. You had been working on this for a while today, cooking and letting the quiet music play in the background as you tried to perfect every detail for tonight.

It was Levi’s birthday, and while you knew he didn’t like much attention on his day, he never minded when that attention was from you, the only person he could stand the love from on his day. You remained focused as you stirred the sauce, the bubbling sound calming before you felt that familiar presence behind you.

Before you could react, Levi’s arms slithered around your waist, pulling you into him as his broad chest firmed against your back. The clean smell of fresh linen and the faint scent of his cologne, which he always wore, filling your senses and letting your body subconsciously relax into his hold; releasing a sigh of contentment as you felt his warm breath dance against your neck before his lips brushed a sweet kiss on your neck.

“Smells amazing in here,” he murmured with a low and warm voice as he left a trail of soft kisses.

You turned the heat off as you laughed softly. “It’s done now, all I have to do is plate it,” you say as you feel his hands smooth over your stomach, then lightly squeezing your hips.

“Hm, I’m sure that can wait,” he whispers as his lips press a bit more firmly against the curve of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. His touch remains gentle but deliberate as he slides his large hands down your curves in a way that makes your heart thud against its chamber, a feeling of warmth trailing off your skin as heat pooled to your cheeks.

“Levi,” you breathe, your voice catching slightly as you catch your bottom lip between the tips of your teeth and feel his soft and teasing lips. “Come on… You don’t want it to go cold.”

His thumbs rubbed small circles on your hips, making you take a deep and sharp breath in as you felt his member, inside his trousers, rub against your ass; that heat from his body melted into yours and made the air between you two feel charged. You felt a warmth pulsate between your legs as you felt his arousal push and slide between your ass, through the thin fabric of your dress, feeling your clit throb as he nuzzled his head further into the crook of your neck and pushed your hips further into his pelvis.

“I can eat it cold,” he paused for a moment gently sucking on your neck and bringing out sweet whimpers and groans to vibrate out of your mouth, desire reverberating through your body as you felt the fog of desire ripple and expand within you from his lingering touch.

Your heart fluttered as you felt a wave of warmth surge throughout your body, feeling your pulse quicken as his hands rubbed and squeezed at your hips while he rutted his pelvis into your behind. You shivered as your bottom lip got caught between the tips of your teeth. You shivered as you felt arousal ripple further inside of you, making your core tighten and feeling your throat go dry as you inhaled another breath, trying your best to concentrate on a regular breathing pattern. However, Levi’s hands and his attentive touch made it near impossible with the way he traced the outline of your waist, gently tracing circles on with his thumbs as he whispered sensual nothings into the shell of your ear.

“You know,” he began with a murmur, a voice low and rough, “seeing you like this… just makes me wanna put a baby inside of you.” He started to lift your dress to reveal your lace panties and the way they clung to the curve of your ass, pressing hot trails of wet kisses on your neck as he rubbed his tented pants along your curved flesh; his cock twitching and throbbing against his pants as he heard your laboured breaths and let his hands trail up to your chest.

Those words hit you like a tidal wave, warmth flooding your entire body as your blood started to run thick and hot in your veins, arousal awakening as you felt your heart race with a crimson hue appearing on your cheeks.

“Levi…” you managed to breathe out with a weaker voice than you had intended.

“Come on, baby, all I want for my birthday is for us,” he placed another lingering kiss on your neck, “to finally start that family we talk about,” that kiss soon turned to his lips latching onto your flesh and making a bruise appear where he had clamped his lips and sucked in, releasing it with a wet pop and making you take a sharp inhale of cold air when feeling the sensational pain that lingered on with its tingling aftermath.

“Are we… really ready for that?”

You felt him push his erection further into your curves, his hands squeezing at your soft breasts as he whispered into your ear: “We’re more than ready… come on, let me make you a mother… you’ll look amazing with my child inside of you.” One of his hands trailed down to your stomach, rubbing in a circular pattern. He kept one breast gently squeezed, and the doughy plush expanded out between the gaps of his fingers. “Your tummy all swollen, your body changing for the life we’ve created… come on, I want it so much, don’t you?”

You couldn’t deny the way your clit throbbed within your lace barrier, your slick already accumulating in the dark fabric to make your underneath start to darken from the soaking wet patch to signify how turned on you were for him; for the way he spoke to you, the way he wanted you, the way he was connected to you, and the way he touched you with slow and deliberate movements—marking you as his own in every way possible.

He started to take you into the bedroom, leaving the food to go cold on the stove as he focused on you and getting you undressed; his fingers trailed over your body as he slipped your dress off, letting you join in with the dance of undressing one another as fingertips were no longer touching cloth but now soft flesh underneath them, no barrier to feel how your hearts were beating in unison against your chamber. You looked up into his eyes as he lowered you down onto the bed, pressing his body between your legs as he left soft kisses interlocking his wet lips to your lips, then your neck, collarbone, and between the valley of your breaths; he worshipped every itch of you with his touch, his words, and his silent gaze as you stared into his dilated pupils that had suffocated his grey coloured eyes. He wanted you, and you wanted him.

His hand travelled softly down the middle of your body, making you arch your back toward him as you shuddered at his warm touch: “You’re so beautiful underneath me… I know you’ll be such a gorgeous mother and all mine, my lovely wife.” He buried his face to interlock his lips and tongue on your earlobe, gently nibbling the lope as you heard his deep grovelled grunts in your ear, closing your eyes and letting that rippling desire course through you as you felt his pelvis move against yours, soft whimpers filling the air as you felt his shaft slide up and down along your soaking slit.

“Do you want this?” he paused for another kiss, “to be the mother of our child?” His gaze looked at you with a silent pleading, showing his need to make you entirely his and connected with him in every way he could latch onto you, in mind, body, and soul, and let your legacy continue to show how much you loved one another. “Please…”

“Of course, I want that, Levi.”

Your legs wrapped around his waist as he pushed himself off your upper body, focusing on lining him up with your glistening entrance as he pushed the tip along your puffy clit, then sliding down for your wet folds to clasp around the head of his cock.

He slowly introduced himself inside of you as he pushed his length in your pussy, releasing a catalyst of pleasurable shivers racking down your spine as your eyes rolled up with your mouth wide open in an o-shape. Your hot, wet cunt, stretched around to take his fat cock, inch by inch, as his shaft slowly disappeared to bury itself further into your spasming walls, his hands resting on your thighs as he spread them further to rut his hips deeper into you. He needed to be as deep as he could get inside of you, the feeling of flesh smacking against one another as his balls slapped against the plush of your ass, filling the room with lewd and sensual connection as you repeated his name like a prayer laced on the tip of your tongue.

“Oh, you’re taking me so well, darling,” he said with that soft tone as he pushed your legs over his shoulders, his hands resting at either side of your head as he lowered himself so the tip of his nose grazed yours; leaving you spread out and vulnerable as you released hot moans against his lips. “You’re so tight, honey,” he continued to praise as he felt your walls clamp around him, sucking him in further as he bucked his hips, the tip gently kissing that sweet spot that made those pretty moans flow out like a stream of water.

“Oh my god… Levi.” You released in a soft whisper as you watched his dark hair frame his face, strands of his hair sticking by his temples with a gleam of sweat starting to materialise on his brow.

You continued to look into his grey eyes, watching how the intricate dark edges of his coloured circles blended into the soft clouding before the harsh dark barrier of his pupils again as they had grown to take more of your beautiful frame into his peripheral. You subconsciously arched your back further into his body, your breasts bouncing and dragging against his chest as he slapped his hips further inside of you, your walls taking him in so well.

“That it… Keep making those noises for me; you sound so beautiful.” He softly cooes in your ear as he moves a strand of your hair, starting to stick to the shine of sweat on your brow, looking at him with pinched eyes as you panted at the feeling of him slowly fuck you into a pretty mess—a mess just for him. “You feel so good,” he managed to croak out as he grunted against your lips, feeling your inner thighs shake around him as he rhythmically thrusted inside you.

“Ahh, mmm, Levi… don't… don’t stop… feel so good.”

“I won’t stop until this pretty pussy is full of my cum, darling.”

You pinched your eyes closed. He continued leaving more kisses on your neck, making it easier to chase your high as you felt the way he worshipped and adored you.

His eyes kept burning lust and need for you, simply adoring you and the fact he was going to make you a mother—the mother of his children—and this was just making his need to ravish you bubble further as his deep slow strokes were starting to quicken with desperate rocking as his skin collided with yours; his fingertips sinching into your waist deeper as he watched your cheeks bloom into heat the quicker and harder he fucked his cock into your tight little pussy.

He drank in the sight of your head kicking back further into the silk pillowcase, watching you moan out through your chewed bottom lip, feeling the way your breasts bounced against his chest with every thrust he pushed into your gummy insides.

“You’re so beautiful… You’re going to be such a beautiful mother,” his hand trailed up to cup your cheek, and you leaned into his curved palm's touch. “Do you want that… Do you want me to fill you right up?”

“Yes, please, I want that so bad, Levi,” you choked out with your throat going dry the more you panted out your wide open mouth.

He fell into a steady rhythm, stroking deep inside of you, as your hands latched onto his tensed biceps, a heart-throbbing sensation filling his temples and ears as he watched you through his lustrous and loving gaze. You heard the gentle rustling of the sheets, your skin against his, your shared moans, and the heat radiating off both of your bodies.

As you released another orgasm and shivered around his shaft in another release, he succumbed to his high. He filled your pussy up with his hot cum, making you shiver and gasp as you felt it spilling deep inside of your womb and the way his cock twitched when he emptied himself within you. That euphoric release eclipsed over, with a sensation of pleasure, but also excitement that you—Mrs Ackerman—were finally going to be a mother.

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a/n: my lovely lovely husband Levi. I may have a crush on literally every character in aot but Levi is the og husband and the one I will always run back to hehe.

[cometlevi]

A tea-time with a postwar!Levi turns into a kissing session to taste each other's tea.

…And then it all turns into wet, squelching, wild slaps on your skin in the cowgirl position. You move your hips with all your might in pursuit of orgasm, and Levi can feel it in the way you clench. He's close too. The final thrusts become deeper, but less controlled. When the sharp knot in your stomach loosens, you shriek and shudder, swept up in a wave of pleasure, and Levi sinks his teeth into your skin, trying to stifle his own scream.

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Red Light Flirtation || Levi x Reader

Levi had just finished loading groceries into the trunk of his car when he heard a voice calling out from the next lane over. He glanced up, only to see you sitting in the driver's seat of your car, the window rolled down, and that mischievous grin on your face that he knew all too well.

"Hey, handsome!" you called out, your voice dripping with playful flirtation. "You single?"

Levi's eyes narrowed, and he shot you a glare. "Tch, what do you want?"

"Oh, come on," you continued, undeterred by his cold response. "Don’t be like that. A guy like you should be used to a little attention. How about giving me a smile, huh?"

Levi's hand paused mid-air as he was about to close the trunk. He tried his best to keep his expression neutral, but he could feel the corners of his mouth betraying him, twitching upward ever so slightly.

He slammed the trunk shut with a little more force than necessary and started walking toward the driver's side of his car, shaking his head. "I can't stand you," he muttered under his breath, but you caught the slight softening in his tone.

You leaned out the window a bit, exaggerating your pout. "Aw, don't be like that! I bet you have a beautiful smile. Come on, baby, just one? For me?"

Levi stopped in his tracks, his fingers resting on the car door handle. He turned to face you, giving you that signature deadpan stare, but the facade was starting to crack. You could see the telltale signs – the way his eyes softened just a fraction, the way his lips were pressed together to suppress a grin.

Unable to hold back any longer, you upped the ante. "What, no smile? How about a date then? You free tonight? I promise, I’ll treat you real nice."

That did it. Levi's composure broke as he let out a short, dry laugh, quickly followed by him flipping you off without even looking your way. "You’re an idiot," he muttered, but his voice was laced with affection.

You laughed, triumphant. "There it is! I knew you had a smile in you somewhere!"

Levi finally looked at you, his eyes narrowing but with a warmth that wasn’t there before. He shook his head as he opened his car door. "Get out of here before I decide to follow you home and make you regret it."

You winked at him as you rolled up your window, still laughing. "Promises, promises! I'll be waiting!"

Levi couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips as he got into his car. He shook his head again, this time more in amusement than in exasperation.

As he started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot, he glanced in the rearview mirror, catching a last glimpse of you as you drove off. "Damn brat," he muttered to himself, but there was no denying the fondness in his voice.

Because if anyone could make Levi Ackerman laugh and smile like that, it was you. And maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[cometlevi]

honestly i gave up rendering the clothes but the tits are what really matter right

[cometlevi]

Can't stop thinking about the sound Levi makes the first time your hand slips down to his crotch while you're making out. The way his breath catches at the sudden and unexpected feeling, the soft, deep groan, pleasure overriding his surprise as you rub his cock through his pants. He was already hard from the kissing but your touch makes him throb. Each time he exhales he releases a breathy little moan, and before long he's subconsciously pressing against your palm, lifting his hips off the bed just for that little bit of extra friction. He's needy, pushing every slow breath through his nose because he desperately doesn't want to stop kissing you. He'd be embarrassed if it didn't feel so damn good.

[cometlevi]

May I request hcs for levi sucking his afab spouse's breasts after a hard day

hi these became not hcs then it got So out of hand😭😭😭😭😭😭and i got carried away. pls forgive?

//afab!switch!Reader/switch!Levi | cumfort | creampie | messssyy pwp/quickie | dirty talk | praise | established relationship

wc - 1.3k

Levi crawls under the covers, rousing you. In the dark, late night, he had finally gotten home and now, out of the shower, lacking the energy to do much more than snuggle up to your back and wrap you in his arms. 

You wriggle around his way, breathing in clean lotion and soap, and embrace him. Surprisingly he doesn’t chide you to go back to sleep—it’s a gesture he seems to appreciate. Like usual, he practically plasters himself to you, squirming to get comfortable.

That’s when you feel him against your thigh, just a little. And like he can read your mind, his breathing hitches where it fans your lips, and he huffs, more irritated than anything. To be exhausted, but to need more, too.

You press your lips to his. “Hard day?”

You hear his raspy, quiet voice, “Missed you.”

The words by themselves would hit hard, much less like this when he’s sleepy and a little horny. “C’mere,” you murmur, guiding his mouth low to your neck. At first he gently mouths at the tender skin there. 

Half smiling, you stream your fingers in his hair and bring his lips lower, where your chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, and the suggestion of supple weight and warmth under your loose slip. Easy to sleep in, also easy to peel the neckline down and cause your breasts to spill out. 

He breathes in deeply, promptly kissing the apex of your chest. It’s not the first time you’ve done this.

His hand glides up from your waist, his palm stretching across one, squeezing it hungrily before kissing your nipple in apology. You gasp a bit. 

He buries his face, cradling the gentle weight of them both in his hands. As he mouths and kisses mindlessly more, his cock, snug with your bare thigh, hardens. You always like it pressed against you, as if that much more desperate to be touched.

You hum, loving both this feeling and the needy, almost doting attention he drowns your tits in. His breaths are getting heavier, and so hot. Every now and then—somehow knowing just how to turn you on—his thumb will flick your nipple, more, and then harder till they’re stiff enough to squeeze gently between his thumb and fingers. He tugs very lightly on them, just until you whine, then soothes the pinch with more kisses. 

You moan, grateful when he pops one into his mouth, somehow much hotter than his breath. It seems like he was keeping from drooling, or his mouth is just that wet, but he’s breathing hard now, and you can feel through his tight boxers where he’s gotten too turned on. 

“That’s it, baby…” As he builds up to sucking, you bring one of your hands from his messy hair and take a handful of his firm, round ass. He groans, following your guidance and lazily starts to rock his hips. Apparently, he needs to relax more than to cum, despite how hard he is, with more of his attention clearly being poured into sucking on your breasts with just enough pressure. He does this ceaselessly, till your nipples are puffy and sensitive, and you’re so wet it soaks your panties the first time you squirm since you started. Somehow, he picks up on this without feeling it, till he—finally easing up—slips one hand between your inner thighs and curses. You’ve soaked through your panties.

You start to say his name, embarrassed, when his fingers slide under, and glide wetly between your lips. If you strain your hearing and if your shared breathing wasn’t so heavy, you might hear your wet pussy being played with. 

“You’re soaked. So that’s how it is, huh.”

You can’t stop from moaning, shivering as he lightly rubs your swollen clit. Your fingers hook on his elastic waistband, just a bit tighter than you meant. “Levi? Please?”

He stops suckling, kisses your nipple and then answers. “This is gonna be hard to believe, but you don’t need this as much as I do. It’s really pathetic, but… I did miss you.”

He has a loose tongue when he’s tired, but you missed him too.

It’s a messy rush, but with his boxers down to his ankles, your panties pulled to the side, and your leg propped around his waist, he guides himself into place by dragging his cock through your folds, smearing your lips and clit. You think you might die before finally, he pushes inside, and groans, and shivers as you reel, mouth agape. Despite no preparation, your walls ease open for his stiff cock, welcoming and quivering tightly, reluctant to let him go even a bit. He sinks in but bottoms out quickly, groaning. “So tight… Feel so good around me…”

He doesn’t ever move till you say, though. It almost takes too long just to waste your breath but you manage to croak something out and he begins fucking you with earnest, deep and incessant because you both need this despite heavy eyes and heavy limbs. You need this before you pass out, but if he needs more he can go on fucking you like that anyway. You’d tell him if his cock didn’t feel so fucking good, blanking out every thought besides faster, deeper, Levi, please. Your drool is dripping from his chin and you can hardly keep hold around his muscular back, slippery with sweat, but he’s fucking you good.

“Oh fuck, Levi…”

He starts to ram into you harder, with fuller thrusts, but it seems he can’t put up with not being balls-deep in your pussy for any actual length of time before craving you again. Not that you blame him when you’re kind of not letting him. Fucking like rabbits. 

He whines, into your ear. “I need to cum… Fuck. You’re doing so good. Gonna make me cum.”

“Wanna—yeah”—your hand falls down to rub your clit, tearing a moan from you—“Yeah, yeah, fuck that’s a good boy.”

“Mm. Mm—…” He buries his face deep in your neck, closing his teeth on that spot and sucking. “Mine. Mine…”

Based on feel alone, the tensing of his body and the throb in his cock, you know he’s getting close. He’s getting more noisy, too. 

You rub your clit in firmer circles, gasping and holding him tightly—you’re almost…—and he shudders, a moaned mumble in your neck of something you don’t make out at first. He moaned your name. 

“Nng—I’m cumming, Levi,” you gasp in his ear, gasping and rambling. “Good boy—fuck, fuck, fucking rail me, oh god, don’t stop—”

“A-Ah—”

One needy slam hits home, then, with his pace stammering and his cock swelling in you. He takes a breath as if about to cry out, but his climax is too powerful to even make a sound over it—to do nothing except fuck you through your own, shooting electrifying pleasure through your whole body, trembling you to the core. 

“That’s my good girl,” he groans, just oozing in his satisfaction, then sinks his teeth in, and bites, hard. Your eyes roll. And true to his word from before, he eagerly fills you with his cum with every thick throb of his cock, pumping rhythmically. You’re so full. 

You come down and catch your breath. Of course, Levi recovers a lot sooner than you, and slips out. He kisses your forehead, and wipes a few beads of sweat he judges to be too close to your eyes, it seems. Even on the brink of exhaustion, his first priority is caring for you after. “You okay?”

Your eyes crack open. Your nipples are more sore than anything, but he looks too cute and sleepy like this to tease right now. “Mhm.” You smile, and kiss him.

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[cometlevi]

*achoooo* 🤧

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Did a redraw of the panel that made me love Levi in the first place

[cometlevi]

Postwar! Levi is so incredibly excited when you’re pregnant, it overwhelms him. It makes his heart hurt. It makes his stomach turn every time he thinks of it.

He’s had strong emotions before of course, he’s had his stomach turn with an anxiety, he’s had his heart hurt with sadness, he’s anticipated things good and bad, but he’s never felt excitement, let alone to this extent.

Seeing the round of your stomach slowly grow over the months makes tears well in his eyes. They well in his eyes at the fact that he finally created life instead of destroying.

But he still can’t help but feel a little proud when he feels your guys child kicking in your stomach, knowing that his child will be strong, that they will inherit a least a little bit of their father’s strength.

But he is so excited when he is setting up the nursery with room, even if building the crib irritates his leg. He loves placing his hand on the small of your back as you paint some small birds on the nursery walls. He loves organizing and cleaning everything so perfectly that it has an unnatural shine.

He is so excited that it makes him nervous during his final day of your pregnancy. He loves seeing how big your stomach has gotten, he loves packing the hospital bag with you, he loves the final moments of his child moving inside of you.

(Though he isn’t excited about the actual labor, he’s quite nervous actually.)

But when his little baby girl is placed in his arms, all that excitement melts away into realization.

He’s a father. He helped bring life into this world. He now has someone that depends on him. He has a little baby that loves him unconditionally. He has someone that sees him as completely clean and pure.

He has a child.

“Hello little Kuchel.” He says softly to the sleeping child, the excitement creeping back into his gut.

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[cometlevi]

heh

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He is smiling because he saw Yelena trippin over a baseball

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First fanart of Levi Ackerman from me. Hope to do more in the future if people like this one. Maybe more actiony poses. 💥⚔️

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new Levi sketch ✨

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This is Levi coded

[cometlevi]

Deluge

Levi quells the overwhelming need bleeding through your soul.

🔞 mdni | masterlist | 1,382 wc | afab!reader x Levi

Warnings: smut; feelings of overwhelm, masochism/spanking, biting, dom/sub relationship, bratty behavior, fingering, unprotected PIV, spit-as-lube, creampie, ??lmk

AN: I am calling myself out here. Someone spank the feelings out of me, please? Wrote this, gave a quick reread and then went for posting so forgive if the quality shows that.

The chaotic thoughts have plagued you all day. One right after and on top and behind before through around and in another again and again and again they rush through your head, drowning you in overwhelm. Your eyes glaze off into the distance as you drift in the onslaught, mired to the couch. The fuzzing whitenoised cacophony only breaks when your partner snaps his fingers in front of your face, staring at you with a concern that is discernible from knowing Levi’s tendencies, his behavioral code, the non-twitching raised brow and minute frown showcasing more care than he would afford most. Of course, you are one of his most–his most everythings, but where words may fail him at times, his actions held up in any court of count. At the lost look reflected in your own visage, he takes the same fingers that audibly brought you back to reality and uses them to ground you further, touching your chin to tilt you at the precise angle he needs to peer into your soul.

“What’s wrong?”

A groan catches in your throat as unbidden tears lap the edges of your lashes. The break in your voice when you try to put it to words happens at the same time the droplet tears from the suspension of your waterline to Levi’s swiping thumb. The softness and care cracks the rest of your resolve as more fall again and again and again.

“Hey.”

It would hardly sound affectionate to another’s ear, but paired with him tugging you to his chest and enveloping you in an embrace you’ve practiced for years, it only opens the chasm of your soul wider for him to inspect. Your hands, a mind all their own, travel to wrinkle his shirt in the grip with which you tether yourself to him. As you work to subdue the downpour, the gentle sound of humming worms its way into your ears once you can start to hear past the buzz of your thoughts. Nuzzling the chest that cages lungs providing such a euphonious calm, you let out a sigh that releases some of the strain left in your body. 

A new undertone creeps into your consciousness when you take in your positioning on Levi’s lap. Legs wrapped around his body as you cling to him, his hands rest clasped on your lower back while you wind down from the weathered storm. That is, until you look up enough to reach his neck and beg so softly.

“Help me, please, Levi. I…”

You trail off, lost for the right words to ask for what you need. You’ve gone this route before, but still have a hard time explaining yourself. Frustration laces your jaw as you pout, brows furrowed.

“What do you want, little one?”

The rare sobriquet presses on a vulnerability that moves you further from being able to think clearly in the way you wish you could, pulling on baser instincts. A hum of a whine vibrates between you as you close in on his neck more, moving to place soft kisses along the skin bared to you. Tiny laps of your tongue and a nudge of your hips in the right direction begins to guide the change you desire, but not quite as specifically as you need, and fuck do you need.

“How can I help you if you don’t tell me, hm?”

His hands move down over the curve of your ass and as soon as he reaches the exact spot you want, a subconscious urge that you follow thoughtlessly overtakes you. You bite down on his neck with just enough force to draw a hiss at the sensitive spot.

“Hey! Don’t be so damn fresh.”

The admonishment is barely audible as the blood starts to pump in your ears, feeling how he grows hard in his sweats, but it is the accompanying slap to the exposed skin that draws a mewl from deep in your chest and a reflexive rutting of your apex over him.

“Please, Levi, please.”

You hear a whispered “brat” as he tugs you into a better position across his lap, giving him unfettered access to lay his hands exactly where you’re begging as he tugs your shorts down to tangle at your ankles.

“This is what you want? Biting me aside, you haven’t done anything to be punished for you know. Do you feel like you need to be punished or do you just need the pain?”

“I just need. I-I don’t know how to put words to it, but I want you to make me feel every hit, please.”

The callouses on his hands rub the soft skin of your cheek as he exhales, parsing your words past his own arousal that prods at your hip.

“What’s the safe word?”

“Rain.”

He doesn’t make you wait, mercifully. The first slap has you yelping in bliss as his hand stays in place where it made contact, fingertips eventually trailing down feather-light to the corresponding thigh until he rears back again to go just as hard on the second hit. He prefers it this way, feeling the tinged warmth of fever that spreads along your body while you writhe on his lap. The heat breathing from the tender skin of your cheek is tantamount to the bleeding relief flooding your system. Rather than the chaotic thoughts smothering your mind, the thrumming of arousal takes its place with a vengeance. Head floating with each hit that begins to hue your skin, you lose yourself in the moment. On the last strike, his fingers trail between your thighs instead of down them, searching for the dripping ardour that his direct actions pulled from your body.

As he makes contact with your labia, he swirls his capable digits through the satin folds of your apex until the sensitized skin and his fingers are coated in your essence. Sliding effortlessly inside with his pointer and middle, he curls and draws the moans from you in spades. Erection leaking a perfect wet spot at the tip, he grinds gently at your hip while you squirm. Satisfied with the way your body opens for him, he carefully moves you off his lap to lay you down on your stomach.

“Mark me on the inside too, please, Levi. I want to be full of you, just you.”

A groan catches him as he tugs his own pants down just far enough to bury himself in you after wiping off his fingers along his cock in addition to a little extra spit. As phenomenal as the burn of each hit felt, nothing compares to the stretch of his cock inside of you. He rests there for a moment, enjoying it with you, this carnal joining and connection, before he revels in the pull back. He lays his weight on top of you as his hips work a rhythm that hits all the spots inside of you that his fingers didn’t reach. 

He can feel the way you grip him as you get closer, balancing precariously on the precipice of falling apart. It surprises you entirely when he flips you both over, back to his chest as he tugs, bounces you up and down his length.

“Touch yourself so I can do what you asked. I want you to cum with me.”

The command has you clenching and obeying immediately. It’s only a few swipes of your finger against your clit before you’re falling further into that headspace that makes you forget your own name, but not his as it slips past your lips easily over and over and over again and again and again in prayer, stars bursting behind your eyes as your cunt grips his cock with fervor. He pulls you tight against him as he fills you with every ounce of his cum. 

Labored breaths teetering off as you rest on his chest once again, you let out a blissed giggle. It’s music to his ears and a smile graces his mouth as he embraces you from behind to kiss the top of your head. You can’t even remember the spiral that had cascaded your psyche earlier and for that, you are grateful.

“Thank you.” 

You tug one of his hands up to place a return kiss to it, smiling against his skin.

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