#and it’s due in less than 3 hours KILL ME 😭

[frmulcahy]

I think I should be allowed to quote that “two Kinsey 5s making it work” review of Much Ado 2011 in my essay due tonight

[lexisism]

bears are like, fast — they can travel distances up to 20-25mph, and they're even faster tree climbers

you've probably already heard but there's a saying and it goes — "if it's black, fight back; if it's brown, get on the ground; if it's white, goodnight"

and that's mostly because

1. black bears are typically the most docile species of bear, and most of the time their diet while still consisting of the meat they need to eat, also consists of shit like plant, berries, nuts, etc... but you don't literally "fight back" PLEASE don't swing on a bear LMAO no just make urself look bigger than them, try to make a lot of noise yell at it something (can also work with some brown bears too!), and they'll leave you alone... they're a bear who constantly forgets it's a bear god bless

2. if you are actively being threatened by a brown bear, and in cases where making yourself bigger doesn't help you out, lay down !! play dead, don't move, especially if you're already in the middle of an attack, as the bear will nudge you a few times just to ensure you're a goner, because if you move, or give any sign that you're still, in fact, alive, the bear will still think it has something to be threatened by and you won't need to play pretend no more

but I also think this can work without a direct attack? by getting on the ground, you're posing as little as a threat as possible I'm comparison to the big bear and giving it less of a reason to attack you by doing so I believe

3. if ur ever caught in a scuffle with polar bears then I hope you have ur will written out. they're called "obligated carnivores," which means they constantly hunt, kill, eat, and that can be digested into their behaviors too. and with the sudden spike in them at risk of going extinct due to global warming and people, they'll really see us as a threat to them, meat on our bones or not tbh

they're also known for being able to stalk down prey for hours or days at a time, so if youre ever attacked by a polar bear, that shit was PREpremeditated

but it was said something like polar bears have ADHD??? I guess?? so if you throw something like a clothing article it'll distract them long enough for you to get away... and unless you have a car you can speed out of the Arctic with or have a jet already on standby then ur just giving it a frostbitten ass to bite 😭

bears are sooo cool imo, polar bears scare the absolute hell out of me though 😭 so beautiful but damn!!! how they hunt their prey is so)?/$2$ its cool but pls not me 🥺 this guy i knew was faced with TWO 😭 shot one and got inside away from the other but MAN horrifying to hear.

we have a lot of black bears, majority of the bear species here are black. some brown ones are up closer to vancouver. i can’t add much because i didn’t learn anything above bear safety but these all are super right on the threat meter lmao 😭

[annabelle-creart]

Ok, so

As you saw in the last post of the resume of my head's mood

I'm thinking of this Humanformers: Mafia Au, I literally just created it like less than an hour ago but imagine this typical movie scenario where, yes, most of the TF characters are in this criminal scenario, between, the rescue team, who aren't the rescue team (but I wanted to add the Burnses and all the human characters of Aligned Continuity)

But what's the point? Of course, discounting the mafia shit? Someone of the big elite was killed and Chase wants an answer of who was

So, this is a combination of Murder Mystery, cyberpunk, Arcane vibes, I'm not into crimes or murder mystery gender but I found this format funny because it remember me a lot of Shattered glass, but, like, WOW

Whatever, as far as I have:

An Elite organization of criminals are dealing with the fact that one of their members is dead, a old woman who wanted to inherit all her things to them, but before making it right, she was killed, she was a beloved person for Chase, and due to this, he decides to investigate what happened with her, while trying to mantain his dirt buisness because someone told the police and they are investigating more of the criminal word of Kaon. And all the Elite are suspicious

And yes, gladiators still exist, Meg is one of them

Lightwave "Borealis" is one of the suspicious, she directs drugs, technical assistence, technology, inmigration and murders on her places, she inherited the buisness thanks to her father, she was the only daughter he had with his real wife, her 3 siblings, Heatwave, Shockwave and Soundwave were bastards but she took them and made them part of the buisness

Bulkhead is another suspicious, most of his buisness is the same of Borealis but he doesn't deal with tech

Also, do you remember that post of the cute couple prompt where Heatwave is an assasin who was sent to kill Boulder but stayed with them and couldn't? This is the secundary story, Boulder was the one who confesed (by accident?) and Bulkhead had to hide them, but due to this, Heatwave was sent to kill Boulder but just... couldn't

Megatron is also a suspicious, he used his fame and position to monopolize the gladiator buisness, Chase doesn't mess a lot because Meg doesn't need it, but it is rumored Meg is having a romance and definitely will use this as a threat to get more info from him (the secret rommance is Sound)

I'm not sure who will be the rest, so, I'll talk about the other characters

Chase is the investigator and a member of the Elite, the old woman was like a cool aunt who taught him about everything he knows, now, he is a mafia boss but mostly, he works as a bodyguard for other mini-bosses who work for him, like, he gives them security and sometimes money, and gets payed for it, and also owns some buisnesses but they're directed by other people

I'm still unsure about Knock Out because I don't know if to make him a procurer or an ilegal tech dealer but he works for Chase, that's for sure

Breakdown also works for Chase but he is a weapon and drug dealer, noneteless, for Chase's ask (is his chief, he can't do much) is much flexible than other dealers and in part, thanks to it, benefits the whole thing, because happy customers are more clients who pay well

I DIDN'T WANTED TO ADD CHARLIE BUT THIS IS PURE ANGST AND IS BEAUTIFUL, Charlie was a corrupt police officer who accepted what he could get to mantain his kids, but due to all the bad things he had done, Kade and Danni took Graham and Cody away, actually, he works with Chase, only because Charlie is like a father for him 😭

Blades is maybe the best doctor of one of the four hospitals that works for criminals on Kaon, directed by Ratchet, who is also on the Elite, and the hospitals have medicaments and supplies like machinary thanks to Doc Greene's hand and his team, and also thanks to a tiny terrorist organization directed by Blurr and Salvage, they're the best dealers and thiefs the organization has, they take trucks on the middle of the night or at midnoon and do great performances to steal the trucks and take supplies to the clandestine hospitals, and are so good on it that they even take the truck to a place and inspects it to see if they're being followed and then use the pieces to repair other trucks, I mean, these two are the fuck on their own buisness, everything thanks to Denny Clay's Vintage Salvage Depot for the Discriminating Nostalgist that is actually a facade of him and the twis Sideswipe and Sunstreaker, who are also members of the organization Blurr and Salvage own (so, yes, Sideswipe is dating his chief)

And that's all that I have by now, bye

[levi-my-beloved]

Hello love, I was wondering that since your requests are open, could you maybe write some Levi smut with gender neutral reader? But can everything be focused on Levi. Reader just has to explain to him just how absolutely perfect he is whole. From the shape of his body to his steel eyes, then reader explains how much they love him and Levi gets all soft and flustered? Sorry if that was way too specific 😭

Perfect Imperfections

Pairing: Postwar!Levi x GN!Reader

Word Count: 5.2K (pls someone stop me)

Warnings: Spoilers for the end of AOT, anxiety attack, oral (m receiving), face fucking, slight overstim, dacryphilia if you squint, might have to wade through the softest fluff ever... 18+ MINORS DNI ISTG

A/N: pls idk why this one took me forever hhhh im sorry this took so long. It was such a cute ask tho pls i love it so much, thank you for sending in another request hehehe. i hope this is what you had in mind ^-^

@peace-for-levi here you are bb :3

If Levi would hazard a guess, it could have been anywhere between 3-4am right now. No light illuminated his surprisingly cosy bedroom at the Scout HQ, and though he’d been trying to get to sleep for the best part of five hours, his mind and stomach wouldn’t let him. Unease coiling in his gut, writhing and twisting until it was almost physically painful. Tendrils of doubt curled and slithered about in his brain, suffocating until all he could think about was his new reality.

The war was over. Eren was dead. The rumbling had been stopped. This was his last night in Paradis before he moved to Marley. He should be happy. He should be relieved. But all he could worry about was what the fuck he was supposed to do now? What was he good at? What other skills did he have other than fighting and killing? How the fuck was he supposed to survive in this new world that didn’t need newly crippled veteran soldiers. The thought had his eyes sliding to his leg beneath the covers, a heavy sigh breezing from his lips as he brought his hand up in front of his face, fingertips tracing over the new imperfections, cringing at the heavily scarred area where his ring and middle fingers used to be. He brought that same hand to the scars on his face, delicately swiping over his eye. Disgust replaced the unease in his gut, travelling up to and constricting around his heart until he felt it’s rapid beats in his ears, it’s pulses in his chest. He tried to take a deep breath but found his lungs tight and unable to take in the oxygen he needed.

Levi closed his eyes, hoping that the darkness behind his eyelids would appear more friendly than the suddenly less cosy room, but he just made it infinitely worse. Breaths quickening, heart thundering, brain fogging, he knew exactly what was happening and yet it still felt like he was going to die here and now.

The slightest shuffle to his right had him freezing almost instantly. In his loss of control, he’d forgotten what, or rather who, was now sleeping beside him. Slowly turning his head, he was relieved to see you were still asleep, though your slight stir had been enough to bring him from his downward spiral. You’d shifted over, blanket tightening around your shoulder as you now faced him, still completely lost in your dreamworld, your face scrunching slightly before relaxing once again. You looked so peaceful, and yet here he was on the cusp of a panic attack whilst you slept so soundly beside him. He couldn’t help but feel selfish.

You would usually sleep on the left side before Levi sustained his injury, but had since swapped due to the fact it was less far to walk from the bed to the bathroom from the left side. You’d been so good to him, despite recovering from injuries yourself. Three long, jagged scars now marred your chest and stomach, a wound from one of the Jaw Titans you sustained during The Battle Between Heaven and Earth. A stupid fucking name for it, in his opinion. They weren’t deep, deep enough to scar, but not deep enough to endanger your life.

Gently detangling your body from the tightened covers, Levi lifted them from your sleeping form, just enough to see the top of the highest scars peaking above the collar of your nightshirt, indented in your skin starting from the dip between your left collarbone and shoulder. He knew where it led. Knew that this specific one ended just above your right pectoral, and knew the second one started at the top of the left side of your ribcage, just under your pectoral, and ended just below your ribcage on the right side. He knew the last one had sliced down from beneath your left ribcage and down to your right hip bone. He knew these scars. He’d held you close to him whilst clinging onto the back of Falco’s titan. He’d felt your slick blood soak through his shirt as he begged you to stay with him. That you’d nearly made it. He’d watched as they carted you away, stitched you up and laid you down to rest. And he hadn’t left your side since then, not that he could get very far anyway. He could barely make it to the bathroom by himself.

Speaking of which…

Levi sighed again, swinging one of his legs over the side of the bed, before shifting the other with the utmost caution and care. It had been over a month since the battle. Over a month since the injury, and he still hadn’t recovered properly. It was a fucking joke.

As silently as he could, Levi left you alone in the bed, limping his way to the bathroom like some wounded animal and it repulsed him. Gone were the days where he could walk smoothly, and gone were the days where he could leave his bed without waking anybody else up, unbeknownst to him.

Levi shut the door before lighting the candles, not wanting the gentle glow to stir you from your sleep, before turning to the mirror and immediately cringing upon his appearance. He wondered how you could still look at him without averting your gaze. He wondered how you were still able to maintain eye contact even though one of his was now clouded milk. He hadn’t seen any looks of pity on your face, but he couldn’t believe you didn’t feel like that. He couldn’t believe you could look at him and genuinely love him the same way you did before. Did you feel sorry for him? Were you only staying with him out of that pity he feared so much? Were you just waiting until tomorrow, where the two of you were finally going to escape this island, to tell him it was over, and you were moving on?

“Fuck…” he hated thinking like this. You weren’t that shallow, and even entertaining the fact that you were still with him out of some sort of charity you felt would make you go crazy. He could already picture your face, thunderclouds in your eyes as you asked him how the fuck he could think that after staying with him through thick and thin.

Little did he know the door had been opened behind him. So busy scrutinising his own face, he hadn’t noticed you in the reflection, leaning against the door frame, arms folded over your chest. He didn’t notice you until two arms wrapped around his waist, and your chin came to rest on his shoulder. You could feel his body jump slightly, though no shock showed on his face. Forever hiding his emotions. You looked into his reflected eyes, and though one window to his heart was now shut, the other still remained wide open for you.

“If you’re grumpy tomorrow because you didn’t get enough sleep I’m going to kick your ass.” you murmured into his neck, breathing in his freshly showered, clean smell. A smell that was distinctly him.

Levi huffed in gentle amusement, his hand encompassing your arm around his waist, before his eyes dropped to realise it was the wounded hand, and he promptly dropped it back down to his side. He avoided your gaze in the mirror, knowing you would have picked up on that little movement and knowing you would understand exactly what it meant. Exactly what he was thinking. He often found himself cursing you for knowing him so well.

“Do you find me–”

“If the end to that question is anything other than ‘gorgeous’ or ‘a pain in my ass’ then I really am going to kick you.” you interrupted, your arms tightening around him as your tone hardened. You were not about to let him think any different about himself just because of a few scars. “Do you find me hideous?” Levi whirled at the question, eyes searching your face in utter indignant shock at what you’d just asked.

“Stupid fucking question, no I don’t. Of course I don’t.” Even though you wanted nothing more than to be close to him right now, you pulled away, immediately missing his body warmth as you took a couple steps back, once again folding your arms over your chest.

“Why not? I’ve got scars. New and old. Physical and mental. How come you don’t find me hideous and yet you find it so easy to hate yourself.” Levi almost flinched. He was not expecting you to be quite that blunt, if he was being honest. He too took a step back, leaning against the sink basin as he mulled over your words. You’d trapped him in a box, knowing it was hypocritical of him to think the way he does about himself, and then think a completely different way about you. He knew how ridiculous that was, and yet…

“That’s not the same thing.” he muttered quietly, already anticipating your scoff of disbelief. And he wasn’t disappointed. Your loud huff almost made him smile, and he would have done, had he not been in the process of trying to prove a pointless point.

The soft padding of your feet had him raise his eyes, skin prickling with goosebumps as you hands trailed over his bare chest and up until your arms circled around his neck and you were once again resting your chin on his shoulder, only now the reflection in the mirror was your own.

“Levi, you had scars before I met you. We continued to gain scars together. Do you really believe I would all of a sudden find you grotesque to look at just because we gained a few more?”

“I think grotesque is a bit strong…”

“Answer the damn question.” placing your hands on his shoulders, you leant back to properly look at him, raising a brow at his continued silence. A thumb beneath his chin steered his gaze back to you, something he’d been desperately trying to avoid once again. With a heavy sigh, Levi admitted what you’d been waiting for.

“No…” though the quiet admission wasn’t enough for you.

“Sorry? I didn’t quite catch that? Could you speak a little louder for me?” Levi’s gaze narrowed, though he tried unsuccessfully to hide his little smirk at your antics.

“Fucking brat… No, I don’t think that.” he silently relished in your grin of triumph, adoring the way it lit up your eyes even in the low light. Your cheeky smile faded into something a little more genuine, something full of utter awe and adoration for the man in front of you. Something Levi recognised, causing him to look away a little awkwardly, still not knowing what to do when you look at him like that, with eyes so brimming with love.

When you brushed your lips against his, Levi instantly melted. And insecurities about his hand faded away as he placed them both on your waist, standing upright so you didn’t have to awkwardly lean on him anymore, though he kept most of his weight still on his uninjured knee. Your tongue swiped against his lower lip, silently asking for permission to enter, and it was less than a second before you were tasting the slight mint flavour of his mouth.

A low groan escaped his lungs when your fingers drifted up the back of his neck, gently scratching the coarse hairs of his undercut before firmly lodging themselves in his locks. You used that leverage to gingerly tilt his head up and to the side as you left his mouth, suckling and biting along his jaw and down the side of his neck, delivering a sharp nip to his pulse point and feeling it quicken beneath your tongue. A breath of your name urged you on, trusting him to keep his head tilted for easier access, your hands once again travelled the plains of his chest, nails gently dragging down his ribs as you felt him shiver beneath your touch.

Levi’s mind was blissfully blank, simply content to enjoy the feeling of your lips and teeth against his skin. He noticed how you always lingered on his scars, taking your time to run your tongue along the raised or dented skin, his breath hitching as you rambled about how beautiful he is against his collarbone, before your teeth sunk into his soft flesh and you sucked a blossoming bruise to the surface, and a grunted whine from his throat. He could feel his arousal stirring, his flannel bottoms doing nothing to conceal his steadily growing erection. You had this effect on him, you’d always had this effect on him, and ever since the war ended, he’d found a new appreciation for it.

You resurfaced to his face, a wicked smirk pulling at your lips. Clearly you’d also felt his stirring, your hand intertwining with his as you slowly and sensually pulled him from the bathroom. Levi raised a brow at the way you bit your lip in subdued excitement, though he tried to feign indifference, you could tell he wasn’t by the way his clothed cock continued to harden.

Stopping your movements, you let him catch up to you, his hands once again falling to your waist, his head dipping with the intention of delivering the same treatment to you as you just did to him, but you stopped him before he could. He hadn’t registered the fact you’d managed to slowly spin the two of you around, only realising when the back of his legs touched the bed behind him and you pushed, sending him falling onto the surprisingly plush mattress.

Pushing himself up onto his elbows, Levi raised a brow of aroused intrigue as you crawled up his body, immediately returning your teeth home to his neck, suckling like a hungry kitten against his soft skin. You heard his breath hitch, unable to contain your smile against his pulse point as you once again sucked.

Levi allowed his eyes to close, basking in your adoration as his hands landed on your waist with the intention of flipping you over. But in a moment of remarkable strength, you shoved those hands up above his head, pinning his wrists amongst the multitude of pillows you swore you needed to sleep properly. Confusion replaced arousal as he peered at you quizzically.

“Are we not–”

“No, we’re not. Just let me show you. Will you do that? Will you let me show you?” there was so much conviction in your voice, he was finding it hard to say no to. Not only that, but he was a little curious as to what you had planned. With his wrists still pinned with one hand, you brought the other down to gently caress the scar over his eye, the pads of your fingers ever so delicately soothing the healed wound, showing no hesitation in your touch.

“Show me what?” His voice was nothing more than a rasped whisper as he leaned into your hand down the side of his face, pressing a small kiss to your palm, his eyes never leaving your as he searched for your answer. But it came not in words, but rather in actions. Another one of you coy little smirks pulled at your lips as you let go of his wrists, trusting him to keep them there for now, before your head dipped back down to the side of his neck, your breath ghosting up his skin. You paused by his ear, gently tugging on his lobe with your teeth just to hear the sweet gasp he drew.

“Let me show you how beautiful you are.” your tone was deliberately breathy, enjoying the way he shivered beneath you. You had to show him. It had become your personal mission now. To make him feel every pulse of you aching admiration for him. Your lips fell back against his jugular, nipping at his Adam’s apple before dragging your touch down his chest. Electricity sparked at your fingertips as you rolled one of his nipples in between your thumb and forefinger, the other now enveloped in your mouth, encouraging the softest whimpers from the back of his throat with your tongue, flicking and playing with the pebbled sensitivity.

You failed to stifle a chuckle at his heated choke when you both bit and pinched with your mouth and hand, feeling the result of your attention where you straddled his hips jolt in anticipation. Removing your mouth from his chest, you admired the string of saliva connecting the two of you as you brought your thumb to smear your spit across his pecs, glancing up to his pleasure contorted features. Brows pulled up into a pinched arch, his lips sandwiched between his teeth when he wasn’t gasping or whining. The slightest flush had just started to creep across his cheeks and down his neck when he cracked his eyes open, partly curious to see why you’d stopped, and partly to convey just how much he wanted you to keep going.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Levi. So pretty. My pretty boy.” you murmured as you slunk down his body, his hips bucked slightly in response to your words, desperate for you to keep up your ministrations, but you weren’t done worshipping him yet. Your fingers skirted around the hem of his bottoms, snapping the elastic against his hips before dipping your thumbs inside the flannel fabric. Not to provide any stimulation, but rather to massage and sooth his already tensing muscles. You wanted him to relax and enjoy this.

You dragged the clothing down with you the further you crawled, guiding the elasticated hem over his thighs, smirking at his hitch of breath as his cock sprung free, before removing them completely. But you didn’t head straight for the main event, instead you turned your attention to his calves, your hands kneading the muscles either side of your hips as you knelt between his legs. Bending down, you placed the gentlest of kisses against the scars on his knee. A wound you knew hurt so much more than any of the others simply for what it had done to him. You knew he hated those scars more than the ones on his hand, or his face. Because this one made him slower, made him less reactive, less dangerous. Less capable of protecting you. And he hated it.

You whispered soft affirmations against the mangled joint, each one going straight to his heart, reassurance deftly unwrapping the constrictions of doubt he’d had suffocating his thoughts as you moved up his leg, biting into the soft flesh of his inner thigh. Levi’s eyes flew open at the tender hurt, another sharp gasp flying from his disobedient lips. He could have sworn he shut them earlier, but as you closed in on where he needed you most, he didn’t have the capacity to mull it over. That was, until you bypassed his aching length all together, and started on his other thigh.

Rising up on his elbows and peering down at you, Levi just managed to stifle a whimper long enough to ask;

“Wh-what are you doing?”

A question that earned himself a quiet chuckle in response, followed by another graze of your teeth against his supple flesh. It wasn’t until he looked down did he realise what you were actually doing. You were following the marks left by his ODM gear. Now he’d noticed, he couldn’t help but think that should have been obvious beforehand, however that was just another effect you had on him. He lost all perception of the obvious whenever you knelt between his thighs.

“Just… feel.” you instructed, resurfacing to gently push against his slick chest, nestling him back against the mattress before you resubmerged yourself beneath his pleading wants. “Everything about you is so fucking perfect. Everything. Your face, your body, your scars, your heart. There’s not a single thing I would change about you Levi. Not a single thing.” Levi found himself returning his gaze to the ceiling, not quite knowing how to respond. A deeper blush darkened across his already cherry-blossom cheeks, closing his eyes to simply do as you instructed. To simply feel.

Although his lasted all of two seconds before your fingertips grazed the underside of his length, and Levi’s hips bucked once again, a soft curse falling from his untamed mouth as your palm encased the base of his cock, though you still hadn’t moved, content to just let him stew in his arousal and the precum that was now leaking from his tip.

Back in the Scouts, Levi Ackerman was known for his restraint. He was known for his patience and stoicism, but with you finally giving him what he’d craved all evening, all that was left of this reputation was thrown out of your private window. The bed below him dipped as he tried to manually apply some friction, attempting to move your hand up his shaft by withdrawing his hips as much as he could, but this only resulted in you gripping his harder, a soft moan drawn from his lungs along with the rest of his breath. He was getting needy.

“Please? Please. I need you. Show me… show me, please.” you knew exactly what he was asking for, and though your instinct was to make him beg further, you ignored that in favour of your original objective. You knew exactly what he was asking for.

Show me how good you can make me feel.

With a steady, confident hand, you began to pump his shaft, forcefully dragging out those erotic, airy groans with little mercy, his hips moving in time with your hand. Though your grip was firm, the palm of your hand was remarkably soft for somebody who’d spent the best part of their life fighting. With the lubrication of his own slick, you relished in the slight squelch of your movements dancing and mingling with his lewd whimpers of your name, that same expression from before returning only this time, his mouth hung open. A gateway for all those sinful noises you adored to pull from him.

For example, the pitiful, desperate mewl he made as you pulled your hand from his length, tapping his thigh slightly to get as much attention as you could from a man who was already losing his mind.

“Need you at the edge of the bed, make it easier for me, yeah?” you knew he would comply anyway, but you made sure to always ask. Levi nodded vaguely, sitting up and letting you pull him down until his feet touched the cold floor, either side of your knees as you sat on your heels. You were careful to avoid his injured joint, happily planting one more kiss against the scarred flesh before returning your attention back to his throbbing cock. You settled your hand back around the base, allowing your thumb to trace and apply pressure to the most prominent vein underside his shaft. Levi fell back once again with a low moan, one hand fisting his hair as subtle ecstasy started to replace the borderline painful ache of his pulsing length.

Your supple palm rested atop his tip, drawing soft circles with your entire hand, before your grip tightened and you massaged in those same circular motions, your middle fingers gathering the precum at his slit before spreading it around his sensitive head.

“Fuck…” his curse was almost inaudible, hips rising to grind against your touch. There was something carnal about not being able to see what you were doing. Not knowing where or how you would touch him next. He made a scribbled mental note to bring up blindfolds with you later, before it was hastily shoved aside by yet another thrum of pleasure through his veins, his heartbeat quickening with every slight movement.

Levi’s chest inflated as your tongue came in contact with his shaft, his tip now a fountain, leaking with every intense pulse of his arousal. You dragged your pointed muscle along that very same vein your thumb was teasing earlier, listening to the pitchy whines of his lust before circling his head, your hand replacing what you’d left behind, smearing your saliva along his cock.

A gentle groan left your own lips as his fingers threaded into your hair, anchoring himself to the dock of your scalp, lest he be carried above the clouds by your malleable tongue. You grinned against him, lapping the precum from his tip before sloppily kissing the head of his cock like you would his lips, your attention leaving him cross-eyed and bursting with need.

Levi’s other hand scrunched the sheets below him as you finally wrapped your mouth around his bulging tip, a flurry of broken moans spurring you on as you firmly pumped what you refused to put in your mouth. For now, at least. All your teasing and building had left him stupid, able to think of nothing else but his torturous need for release. His hips thrust gently, rhythmically into your mouth and you held your tongue out for him, helping him on his way. Before you took that away from him as well. Pushing against his hip bone, you refused to let him move as you once again enveloped his cockhead in your mouth, and sucked. Hard.

“Sh-shit! Fuh-fuck, oh fuck keep– nngh, keep going. Pl’please, keep going.” there was nothing quite as arousing as listening to him beg. You weren’t even trying and yet your good boy was pleading with you. A savage smirk spread across your glistening lips as you pulled off him, emptying his chest of another pitiful mewl.

“Only if you acknowledge how fucking perfect you are.” you mused, idly circling the now shining tip of his cock with your middle finger, watching in amusement as he tried to get you to continue by thrusting into your touch. Glancing up his sweat slickened chest, you watch his brows furrowed in concentrated heat, clearly debating whether the admission was worth the mind-shattering orgasm he knew you were going to give him. As if to sway his decision, you poked your tongue back out, delivering a few kitten licks up his shaft.

“O-okay, okay fuckin’... fine! …mperfect…” you quirked a brow, sitting up on your knees to really take in the visual before you. Your partner, all splayed out on the best, chest heaving, sweat beading, muscles shaking. But his face, oh his face; brows pinched up, eyelids fluttering, his cheeks all flushed and rosy for you. That muscle in his jaw quivering in a battle between his defiance and need. One you wouldn’t mind interfering in. Leaning across his chest, you pulled at his shoulder to get him to sit up, giggling slightly as his head got left behind a little, before he was faced with the picture of you kneeling between his thighs once again, looking up at him. His hand left your hair to cup your face, thumb running across your bottom lip as you smiled softly, leaning into his touch. A hiss left his teeth as you dipped to lick his cock, before quirking your brow again.

“You’re what?” you asked, smirking like the brat you both knew you were. Levi huffed a sigh, a hand threading through his own hair as he rolled his eyes in acceptance. You always got your way.

“I’m perfe– oh fuck! Fuck…!” he couldn’t even finish his sentence before you’d completely devoured his length, his head brushing the back of your throat as you swallowed around him, provoking cries of your name to fly from his pretty lips.

Hands on his hips, you kept him upright as you bobbed your head along his length, hollowing your cheeks, flicking your tongue, pulling out every trick in the book you knew would get him there. One of your palms snaked down his hip bone, kneading and massaging his balls just to hear another one of those whimpered groans you couldn’t get enough of. Sex saturated the air, thickening the steady breaths you took through your nose as you held him in your throat, doing nothing but swallowing around him.

“S-stop… you’re gonna make me fucking– h’haa’ah, make me fucking cum if you d-do that… gonna make me cum…!” so, naturally, you continued. Your tongue massaging circles along the underside of his length as you continued to just swallow, your teary eyes drinking in his fucked out appearance above you, his own wide and unblinking as he watched you. Until your pace increased tenfold.

Levi threw his head back, eyes rolling into his skull as you furiously fucked his length into your mouth, your hand still fondling and massaging his balls until all he could think about, all he could feel, was you. And the tightening coil in his stomach snapping so forcefully he didn’t know if you could take it.

“C-cumming…! Cumming! Sh-shit oh f’fuck! Fuck! I’m cumming i’m cu’a-haah, haaa’ah, shit!” you relished in the way his voice broke alongside his cries, pitchy and breathy as you felt his length pulse against his tongue, ropes of his cum coating your muscle as you drank his release as he came hard, his thighs quivering beneath your grip, one of his hands braced behind him so he wouldn’t fall, the other clenching and unclenching against your scalp as you sucked him through the throes of pleasure, draining his heavy balls of all he had to give.

Warmth spread throughout his chest as his high clouded his mind, hips stuttering against your face as you blew him into overstimulation, jolts of pain-laced pleasure shocked his system as he begged for you to come away, to let him recover.

You didn’t listen.

Not for a few more seconds anyway, content to listen to him cry as you continued to flick your tongue over his weeping slit. Content to feel him squirm in your grasp, hands desperate to pull you off his length. Content to watch the few tears leave his clenched eyes, broken pleas falling so easily from his mouth anyone would have thought you hadn’t let him cum.

But, you had been merciful tonight, giving him what he wanted for minimal return. You chuckled at his gasp of relief when you removed yourself from his length with a pop, making sure to leave him as clean as you found him before grinning up at your exhausted partner as he fell back against the mattress.

“Levi? You okay…?” you asked, clambering up over his body to rest your chin on his chest, peering up at his through concerned, curious eyes, wondering whether you’d fucked him to death or not. But when he slowly returned your gaze, dragging the back of his hand down the side of your cheek and smiling imperceptibly at you, you knew he was alright.

“Sleep…” he murmured to your quiet amusement, grunting non-commitantly as you brushed his bangs back to gently press a kiss to his forehead before attempting to drag him back up the bed and to the clouded sky of pillows you shared. Levi curled in on you, instantly finding his place nestled into your neck as your arms wrapped around him, securing him against your body.

His groan held no heat as you threaded your hands through his locks, not to stir him but rather to soothe him, and he was content to simply fall asleep there, safe in your loving embrace.

“I love you, my perfect boy,” you whispered into his hair, smiling as you heard another hum that sounded suspiciously like ‘I love you too…’ before you too were enveloped in the comfort of sleep.