she/her | 22 | IDN | mostly destiel, cas, misha, some spn, spn spoilers, cockles, and generally misha being an incredible human being | been a destiel shipper since... idk when it’s been a long time | but hey it’s canon on 11/05/2020 | thank you bobo, rich, misha, and jensen
Levi loves when you mark him up, leaving wet winding trails of small purple splotches along his skin. He always protests about it afterward, snidely calling you a leech as he gets dressed in the morning, eyes trailing along his neck and chest.
In the heat of the moment though, he begs for it. Whining and pleading for more as you suck the soft skin at the pulse of his neck. Almost whimpering at the sharp press of your teeth along his nipples.
Despite his griping, he always looks at them fondly. You often catch him pausing, eying the purple splotches in the mirror. They mark him as yours, something he always tries to mirror along your own skin.
The marks of your ownership are always easily hidden though, even the ones high on his neck are hidden by the folds of his cravat. Despite the barrier, you’ve caught him eyeing the spots through his clothing whenever he’s near a mirror. Or fondly rubbing his fingers along the small bruises through the fabric at his neck.
It feels like a little secret between the two of you. The big bad captain is always coated with small little hickies, left by the urgent press of your own mouth. They wind along his neck, curling along his chest and torso. The occasional spot darkening the skin of his thick thighs.
You replace them as soon as they fade, as often as the two of you can meet to spend the night together. You’d done so thoughtlessly, hungrily basking in what little time you could have together now that the scouts were on the run. Decorating his neck and collarbones with hot kisses that leave him whining and bucking helplessly up into you. His grip on the back of your head nearly as urgent as the thrust of his hips.
At the time, you had thought nothing of it, unaware of the consequences. None of you can wear your uniforms, not while hiding from the military police in a tiny little cabin. Levi doesn’t own many civilian clothes, tending to wear his uniform even on free days. The one gray t-shirt he does own hugs his figure perfectly, clinging to his skin and hugging his curves like a glove. Revealing your little secret to anyone and everyone.
Deep purples splotches darken the skin along his Adam’s apple, you watch them shift as he swallows. More wind along the side of his neck, decorating his collarbones and disappearing below the neckline of the grey fabric. This time his ears tint a deep pink as he eyes himself in the mirror. A light blush dusts his cheeks, something so subtle you doubt anyone but you would notice.
Eying you through the reflection of the mirror, his sharp gaze is full of fondness if not a bit of embarrassment. Long fingers pulling at the neckline of the fabric, he clicks his tongue as he attempts to adjust it to cover some of the hickies.
levi becomes an even better character when you imagine his cold demeanor not being a result of voluntary detachment but extreme social awkwardness
like picture a former thug trying to learn to fit in with people who grew up in polite society. he probably wears that cravat because he thinks it makes him look more proper or something. also the fact that he tries to tell jokes but theyre 1. toilet humor and 2. his delivery is awful so nobody can tell whether or not hes joking and all he gets are blanks stares and pity laughs
tumblr has 900,000 psas reminding people that hes not a heartless sadist who derives sexual pleasure from kicking eren in the ribcage repeatedly but like. hes also just a huge weirdo. what a weird dude. tell me another joke, levi
dean and cas are literally the married couple that gossips about all the other couples at their neighborhood get-togethers. at any given moment you can look around and see them look like this and they ARE talking shit.
I think cas is good with kids not because he has some internal parental instinct but because he treats kids the same way he’d treat adults if there wasn’t any threat of ridicule. Like in the noras baby scene he’s just holding the baby and talking to her and checking on her to see if she’s okay, it’s a moment where he’s allowed to show genuine unbridled affection and care for a living thing without being told that he’s being too overbearing. You can see little snippets of that type of care with kelly for example, when he kisses her forehead before she gives birth. Or when he hugs Claire and lets her bury her face in his chest. He just wants to express that everpresent affection that’s brewing in him because he has sooo much to give but nowhere to expel it to.
Why do people stop commenting on fics if they’re more than a week or two old? Please comment on old fics. Tell me you like my one shot from 2014. Tell me you like my old multi-chap I finished in 2016 that I spent a year writing. I will be fucking thrilled.
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