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zackcrazyvalentine · 3 years

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A little bit of Love: Kiss me through the screen [Leviathan x Reader]

Summary: Just because people are shy (like, intensely reclusively shy), doesn't mean they go unnoticed by love!

Extra info: fluff, gender neutral reader

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A/N: Yes, you will see two characters with this same prompt... I simply thought both of them fit it well, so why not share both ideas!

Remember to pass by tomorrow for another story!

Enjoy~!

[Index] [AO3 link]

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"Levi" You tapped his shoulder a few times to get his attention, "The pizza's about to get here. Pause the movie while I go pick it up."

Your food is about to arrive! Please, wait for the delivery person at the door.

Thank you for choosing OniEats!

The demon did as ordered while you stood and stretched, sweet relief for your legs and back. You were soon heading for the door.

"Wait, before you go...uh…" His shyness caught up to him. "Can… we keep a video chat while you do that? Just w-wanna make sure none of those normies pester you while you're out there." The room was dark, but the screen's glow allowed you to see the blush on his cheeks.

Wasn't he just the cutest~?

You giggled, "Sure thing, Levi. I see no problem with that."

After starting a video call through the messaging app, you went out to the bright, blinding outside.

"Jeez, Levi" You talked while rubbing your eyes, "Maybe up the brightness in your room a bit? I almost lost my vision there."

"Never! My room is perfectly arranged and decorated to make the optimal gaming and movie watching room!" Lips twisted in a pout, "Do you want me to compromise that?! I thought you were a fellow otaku that understood." He finished complaining.

Making your way to the mansion's main entrance, you apologized. "Alright, okay! I'm sorry! Just...be mindful of your vision from time to time, yes?"

"Oh, food's here!" You rushed the rest of the way there. Light chatter continued on with Levi as you traversed halls to get to your pizza.

Your food has arrived. Contact your delivery person for any inconveniences or instructions for delivery.

Thank you for choosing OniEats!

His voice resounded clearly after you closed the main entrance to the House of Lamentation. "[Name]~ I can't see you~!" Levi drawled out in his mildly bored tone.

The Avatar of Envy perked up. "Ah, thanks for remembering we ran out of snacks! Please bring my Bocky!"

You had placed the phone over the pizza boxes in order to carry them without trouble, making him look up to the ceiling.

"I'm still here, don't worry! Need all available limbs to carry the food, drinks and snacks back y'know?"

You continued to talk nonsense about the movie you were watching as you gathered everything.

"It's very predictable, isn't it?"

"Yeah, quite so lol…. Would you… like to see something else?" The reclusive demon proposed.

"Well, we've already committed this far, it would feel even more fruitless to not finish it."

"Guess you're right." A sighed escaped him. "Just say the word and we can watch anything you want, k? You have my library to choose from and websites with big catalogues at your hand."

….

"But of course you'd choose TSL, right?" He quickfired back.

His answer made you laugh. "Oh, Levi, aren't you the silliest, cutest demon around~?"

"H-Huh?!" The blue haired blushed once more.

"Anyways, I'm 'bout to go back and I need absolutely every limb in my possession to get there in just one trip." You held your D.D.D. up to your face, "See you there, Levia-chan~!" A kiss to the camera before ending the call and walking back to his room was your way to tell Levi goodbye.

Meanwhile, your timid friend short circuited. Brain displaying the “blue screen of death”, face aflame in the brightest blush, hands trembling so much the digital device fell to his lap. Leviathan stared blankly ahead.

"What did-? What just-?! [Name]-?! Kiss?!!!"

Everything downed on him as his heart beat rapidly. He took to hiding his face on the pillow he was hugging in order to dissipate the nerves….

"This is not working!!!"

"What did they think they were doing?! Acting like that with no care on how it'll affect me?!"

"[Name], that was a direct hit! A critical hit to my heart!"

"What sort of intimacy level did I unlock?! How do I proceed?!”

“WHERE'S THE GUIDE?! I NEED IT!!!"

As the demon panicked, you safely arrived back to his room, decked on all sorts of snacks and foods for your movie night. No sound whatsoever registered in his fright. All the while you arranged your snacks around the table and floor, Levi remained motionless.

"Perhaps it was overkill." You began to worry about your friend. Maybe a kiss through the screen is still too much for him?

You wanted to make sure he was fine, but before any words could come out your mouth, the Avatar of Envy resumed the movie. Shrouded in darkness, with the screen as your only source of light, you remain in silence as food was devoured.

A trembling hand slowly inched its way towards yours. You became aware of it once his pinky brushed against yours. Throwing a glance at the demon beside you, you noticed how he tried to act nonchalant and casual while the furious blush remained evident on his cheeks.

The silence was heavy, but it helped Levi make up his mind.

“T-Time for my critical hit on you!”

“Levi… you’re too cute for your own good, you dork!”

“Alright, that’s it.” You whispered.

A little help came his way, for you entwined your fingers together.

He flinched, eyes locking with yours after finally turning around, and then he shifted them: looking at your hands, then back to you, hands, you, hands again, you once more.

“Whu-?” Were his last words before you climbed onto his lap.

“[N-Name]?! What do you think you’re doing?! We agreed to...keep watching the movie! You know I don’t like changes of plans last minu-!” Simply wrapping your arms around his neck and looking right into his eyes (with a cute teasing smirk on your lips) was enough to stun him.

You remained like that for a few minutes. “Alright then, if he’s too nervous to take action, I’ll show him the way.”

So, you leaned onto him and buried your face on the crook of his neck.

His breathing hitched, but finally….

Levi allowed himself to indulge, indulge in your softness and nice scent as he, too, wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled into your neck. A soft groan left him as he relished on your warmth.

Patting his head, you reminded him, “Levi, you can hug me whenever you want. Hug me, hold my hand, ask me to sit closer, play with my hair, you can even ask for kisses! I don’t mind the affection. I want to show my affection to you, okay?”

“I’ll...try to remember that.” He was calm enough to talk now.

“So…” The demon continued, “Can we watch TSL now? This boring movie has ended.”

“Oh, perfect! It was getting tedious to watch. Please play the DVD~!”

[END♡]

Hope it was to your liking!

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Levi’s too cute, I can’t aaaaaaaaaaa

Man, I've been disconnected from Obey Me for a WHILE, but writing all this and going through the tag in Tumblr has me all soft for characers and wanting to go back to the game.....maybe I'll do that after finishing this special 👀

Rememebr to pass by tomorrow for another story!

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carryonmywaywardwriters · 5 years

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Love How You Hate Me - Sam x Reader

A/N: Part Eleven is finally up. Again, I deeply apologize for the wait. I had a good reason, I promise. For now, though? Here we go... As always, feedback is incredible. If you want tagged, please send an ask or message so I am sure to see it. Same goes if I missed your tag. And, I hope you all enjoy <3

PSA: I am NOT a minor friendly blog. If you are below 18, please come back when you’re older. I don’t want to lose my blog because you were too eager to grow up. If I discover you, I WILL block.

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Mostly Smut. Rushed, bathroom/public sex. A little reference to the movie Focus. Some feelings. Not enough editing. That’s all, I believe.

Word Count: Roughly 3,100

“Dance with me?” You looked up to a little old man. Even though his dark skin was wrinkled and worn, his eyes vibrated with life.

Alice and Bane were having a get together at their place. Something normies got to indulge in. You had gone to help set up. A simple enough task. However, before you could dip out? The guests had begun to arrive, and Alice had insisted you stay. You hadn't even known she knew that many people not involved in the life.

“Sure,” You got up to your feet slowly. Completely out of your element.

“Anyone ever teach you how to salsa?”

“No,” You answered honestly. More than a little weary.“You willin' to teach me?”

“I'd be honored.” His face lit up, making him look ten years younger.

Sam watched as your hand landed on the elderly man's shoulder, and the other on the crook of his elbow as his hands settled on your body. What is she doing? A few minutes later, he couldn't help the smile on his face as he peeked back up.

You were stumbling a little, moving to the beat of the music with a large smile as you worked with the man. A simple, peach colored skirt swung around your legs as you stepped where instructed. The white tank top would have been immodest if you hadn't paired it with a cream colored cardigan. Showing almost more than it covered.

The guy had been sitting by himself for the longest time, until he'd sought you out. Nothing but darkness coating his wrinkled face. Now? He looked as if you'd given him the most precious thing in the world. Helping him find his youth in the small crowd.

Over the past week, a careful distance had been kept between you and Sam. You kept looking at him as if you wanted to try and repair the damage, but never found the courage to make the first move. His pride was still stinging. However, it didn't keep him from being aware of you. Only, this time, it was more than just your body.

He'd zeroed in on everything he'd missed before. The way you chewed your lip when you concentrated. How although you had a mix of modern and classic literature, the classics came off the shelf most often. You didn't have a favorite musical genre. Instead, you listened to whatever suited your mood. A glow spread across your face whenever you saw Ava smile a gummy little grin up at you. More often than not, if you were out? You'd gone down a path that led to a smaller pond to take in the nature. How restless you seemed to be since you'd gotten out on the road again. The way you turned away from your own gloom to entertain an elderly man you'd never met...

“You're still thinking about her.” Cas's voice made Sam jerk lightly as he turned to the angel. “Sorry,” His gruff apology wasn't quite enough to take away the frown on the hunter's face, “didn't mean to startle you. Or listen in.” The last bit was added in as an afterthought.

“You can't help it,” Sam grumbled, turning his head back to the scene in front of him. Then the words sunk in. “What do you mean by 'still'?”

“Almost every time I'm by you? I pick up something about her.” Castiel shrugged lightly. Simply speaking matter of factly. “It's fascinating, really... how many different thoughts there are regarding one person.” That made Sam pause, and turn back to watch you trip over your own feet. Laughing all the while. “I was human for a short time, Sam... It allowed me a bit of insight,” The angel smiled a bit at how foolish you were on the floor. Missing some of the roughness both boys carried. “But, I never got to experience something as...” He paused for the right word, “intense as what you're experiencing.” Sam's hands shoved into his pockets. Despising the truth in the words. “I'm almost jealous.”

“Feel free to take her off of my hands.” Sam suggested readily. Wishing he could escape the flood.

“You don't mean that.” He wasn't as sure as Cas seemed to be over that claim. “Is she leaving with you two?”

“Dean wants to bring her.” Sam shrugged out. Trying to act indifferent. “Hasn't asked her, though.”

“If it helps, Sam,” Cas turned back to his friend. Blue eyes boring into the hazel. Making sure the earnest words sank home. “You're not the only one struggling.” His lips pulled up lightly, “She's thinking about you, too...”

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Hands came out from the bathroom, yanking you towards a looming figure. Your fist came out instinctively, connecting with the perpetrator before you had processed that you knew those hands. As it clicked, you meekly looked up.

Only to find Sam's wry, pained grin aimed at you,“You have a heck of a swing.”

“You had that coming.” You shrugged, turning to see if anyone had seen you get snatched. When you were sure it was clear, you pushed Sam further in and shut the door. Ensuring that you wouldn't be found with the enemy. “What are you doing?”

“Take a guess,” His eyes trailed over your body. The golden brown in them shined through that day. Full of heat. That look alone had you squeezing your thighs together. The necklace from before was hidden in the swells of your breasts, making his gaze linger there. His nostrils flared lightly as he took in the exposed skin. “I've been dying to know what you have on the end of that chain.” Your hands came up to play with it in response. Unintentionally rising to the bait.

“I figured you were still mad over the word vomiting incident.” You stated, moving over to the counter to sit. Noting the way he turned with you. Leaving no room between your bodies. He wasn't even trying and you were almost ready to rip your clothes off. “You haven't pulled any sick tricks, lately. Just ignored me.” You sat looking at him patiently. Waiting for an explanation.

At one time, you might have been relieved by his behavior. But, not anymore. The dynamic had shifted enough that the distance bothered you.

“Well,” He moved over to you, letting his hands settle on your knees, “there's two options in a situation like this.”

“I wasn't aware this is something you had experience in.” The teasing in your tone couldn't be denied. You leaned back, supporting your upper body on your hands. Making it easier to look him in the eyes.

“Oh, I don't... The internet, though? It has answers to everything.” He replied seriously. As if he hadn't pulled the answer from thin air.

“The more you know.” Sam tried to keep his face straight, but he broke at your tone as you played along. A small laugh revealed his dimples. The sight enough to melt away the rest of your worries. There'd been guilt, before. For all his rough edges, you hadn't intended on injuring his ego. “So, what are the options? Since you're clearly educated on the subject.” Your lips had turned up at the sound of his chuckle.

“Well, there's the easy one.” His hand started drifting higher. Thumb grazing along the bottom of your inner thigh- just under the hem of your skirt. “We let that be the end, and go onto other partners. Pretend it never happened.”

“And the second?” Your breath hitched lightly as his fingers tightened on the soft skin he'd found.

“We don't stop.” His other hand reached around your back, pulling your body closer to him. Stretching you out more along the counter as he settled in between your legs. His lips dipped down dangerously close to yours. “Keep going til we figure out just what you think is missing...”

“What's your vote?” You asked, bringing your hand between your bodies. Toying with his shirt. Chewing on your lip as you waited for a response. You didn't even care in that moment that your uncertainty had become his challenge to conquer. His hands moved up to your face. Cradling you as he kissed you hungrily. Not bothering to use words. You pulled away from his lips just long enough for one, husky word: “Agreed.”

His mouth was back on yours in record time. Then trailing down your neck to the tops of your breasts. Kissing. Licking. Sucking. The occasionally bite mixed in. All marks were gone almost as soon as they appeared. But, you were past the point of caring. It felt too right to consider the consequences.

Your hands pulled open his red and blue plaid shirt. Desperate to get down to skin. Rounded nails scratched against the firm flesh. He tugged off your cardigan as his tongue tangled with yours. Nearly ripping the material in his haste. The two of you moved as if it had been years instead of days without touching.

“Please tell me that you're ready.” The husky tilt paired with his lack of breath went straight to your crotch. You just sent him a seductive smile while yanking open his belt. “Thank God.”

The soft material of your skirt was hiked with ease. Sam didn't slow down. Didn't wait for you to lift your hips. Instead, his fingers tore at the fragile lines of your panties. Making quick work of them.

Your own fingers were busy. Yanking at his button. Ripping his zipper down. Before his pants hit the ground, common sense prevailed.

“Condom?” There was no way you were giving up any method of birth control. Sex god, or not.

“Check my wallet.” Nothing. “Damn it.” He growled out, taking it from you to check himself before tossing it to the side. Another heavy, sexually frustrated curse leaving his lips. “Give me a second.” He started searching the medicine cabinet and drawers like a man possessed.

“Oh, this is so wrong,” You huffed out. Leaving all morals aside to hunt down a form of birth control in your friend's home. No luck. “Shit.” You were aroused. More than a little annoyed. A deadly combination to be sure. “Wait!”

“You are not leaving me here like this.” Sam ground out, seeing the wheels turn in your head.

“I'll be back in two seconds.” You promised. Crossing your fingers over your heart symbolically before adjusting your clothing back into semi-decent shape.

“Y/N-” You stopped him by pulling his head down to yours. Kissing the protest right out of him.

“I have more clothing on.” You managed to get out against his mouth. “I get caught? Less of a big deal.”

“Fine.” He said after a second of frustrated silence. Knowing it was that, or a longer wait. “You leave me like this, and I swear...” He trailed off, letting all kinds of disastrous images line your mind.

“While that sounds fun,” Your inner minx couldn't be contained. Cupping his erection in your hand, you continued. “I have much more...pressing issues.” Your thumb stroked over the bulge, making him practically hiss. A quick peck against his lip, and you were gone.

Sam's hand rubbed over his face as he waited. Awkward, now that he was on his own. Wondering if you really would be mischievous enough to ditch him- he knew you could be. Or if you needed him just as badly as he seemed to need you.

It had built throughout the day. Castiel's words only encouraging him further. Goading him until he'd planned on doing something about you that night.

Then, you'd walked by. Innocent fun was the only plan when he'd pulled you into the bathroom. Then, hormones ruled the moment he had you alone. A little foreplay to warm you up. Something that would make the night that much sweeter. That idea lasted until he'd touched you. Fucking the entire plan up.

He sat leaning against the counter with his shirt open. His belt and pants still undone, and a hard on for the ages pressed out angrily. A pair of destroyed peach, lace panties rested by his feet. His wallet was over on the other side of the room. If anyone else stumbled across him, he'd have a hell of a time explaining it. Luckily, you spared the Winchester.

“Got it,” Locking the door was first priority. Something that hadn't been thought of before.

“Where the hell-”

“Your brother is an easy target.” You pulled the wallet out of your top. Knowing right where the protection was stored. “Now...shut up and make use of this.” Dean's wallet was tossed over by Sam's. No longer worth your attention.

It took two steps for him to reach your side, and slam you into the door. His lips sealing over yours again. As the kiss deepened, his hands gripped your thighs. Silently demanding you jump. He didn't hesitate, pulling you up to his waist when you gave him what he needed.

You held on as he carried you. Not breaking contact with his mouth as he moved you back to the counter. Knocking over several toiletries in the process when he tossed you back onto the counter.

It was impossible to keep your hands off Sam. Your fingers got in the way, trying to help him lose the pants. Rolling the condom into a place.

A small squeeze of his erection led to a growl from the man above you. An answering bite to your lip drew a breathy moan from your lips as he moved your hands away. Your skirt was pushed back up. Fingers just barely ghosted over the wet folds as he lined up.

Sam's mouth swallowed your cry when he filled you with a snap of his hips. Your hands tangled themselves into his shirt and onto the base of his neck. Ankles locked around his back, digging your heels into his ass to help set the pace. Hard and fast.

Pulling away your lips, you turned them to his throat. Tasting his skin as he had yours earlier to draw a groan from him. Letting that muffle the sounds he was forcing from your throat.

His teeth held his lip as he moved, rolling his body into yours. Keeping himself as silent as possible. Not wanting to be caught anymore than you did. Wanting the moment to last.

You had no idea how long you two were locked together. Grasping. Thrusting. Whimpering at the rush. Every push and pull sending you closer to oblivion.

As you got close, your head fell back away from the taste of his damp flesh. Your teeth dug into your lower lip harshly, but it wasn't enough. Skin slapped harshly together, echoing through the small room. Then you heard it: voices.

Sam paused. Bringing his hand to your mouth, he covered it gently. Gauging your reaction to his action, as the sounds of your bodies meeting didn't lessen. You didn't complain, letting him protect the both of you two. Instead, you nodded your consent.

Neither of you stopped the push and pull you'd started. Not even when the voices were right outside. Rocking into each other all the while. Eyes locked, you held each other through it. Whoever it was didn't stay long.

You ground yourself against him as soon as they were gone, wanting him to speed back up. To send you over the edge. Needing it.

Luckily, Sam understood. Wanting the same thing, himself. His head buried into your shoulder. Bracing his free hand on the counter, he slammed into you. The once covered whimpers turned to cries as you clung to him. Your body clenched tight as you came, encouraging him to follow you. Thighs trembling all the while.

With every thrust, his rhythm grew more sloppy. Fighting to refrain. But, it was all too much. Sam's teeth sunk into your shoulder to keep his own shout from being heard when he came.

Breathing heavy, you pulled apart as soon as you were able. Almost shyly cleaning up and getting your clothes situated as best as you could. You helped fix his hair while he wiped off the smudged liner under your eyes.

Not much was said. Especially regarding the 'missing piece' that seemed to be standing like a brick wall between you two. That is, until Sam picked up the wallets.

“How'd you get this, anyway?” Dean's leather was waved as he looked at you.

“He was grabbing a beer, and talking to Bane in the kitchen.” You shrugged, slipping on your cardigan. “I walked past, grabbed it out of his back pocket, shoved it in my bra, and got up here.”

“Without him noticing?” Sam didn't buy it. Dean was too good of a hunter to have missed that trick.

“There's a skill to it. You just touch directly while grabbing what you want.” It seemed too easy. “For example,” You touched his bicep while looking at your hand, and his eyes followed. “I touch you here.”

“Okay...” He trailed off in confusion.

“And, I pick this up.” You wagged the wallet that had been in his back pocket in his face. “Easy. Even if the other person hunts? Their attention is diverted.”

“You're nothing but trouble, aren't you?” He grinned, pulling the leather from your grasp. Shoving it into his pocket for the second time.

“All I had to do is tap his arm from behind. Say excuse me. Done.” You unlocked the door. “Take your time, will ya? I'm going to schmooze. Play innocent.” As you walked out, you stopped and looked back at the younger Winchester. Eyes still full of fire, “Oh, and Sam...My door won't be locked, tonight...” You winked when his nostrils flared in response before leaving him alone to over think.

When he finally walked out, he was sure you two had gotten away with it. Another item kicked off of his bucket list. As far as he was concerned, he could die happy.

“How long?” Dean's voice made Sam turn around quickly, towards the other end of the hallway. His brother leaned against the wall. Shadowed, still. Maybe I spoke to soon...

“What?” He tried playing innocent. Shouldn't have bothered. It only made the older Winchester's glower deepen.

“How long have you and Y/N been sneaking around?” Well, shit...

Part Twelve

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