#aot levi ackerman smut

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: I DO realize this is not Levi. But I also know that it's fucking amazing. So deal with it, little whippersnappers. I immediately wanted to see Levi in some thigh highs with a little garter belt thingy on. It would be so delicious.

C/W ::: mild coercion, Crossdressing!Levi, pet names (Levi called pretty, pretty baby), unprotected P -> V. If I missed anything lemme know!

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Panty Hoes

"You are some freaky thing, you know that? I mean, I see the appeal from my perspective. But why on earth would you want to see me wear something like that?" Levi asked. His voice, as ever, unshaken and unfazed. You thought for sure you'd get him to at least blink when you told him this.

But no.

Levi was the deepest running water you've ever known. Often, he is running faster in the more obscure parts of himself.

No matter.

"I can't - I can't explain it. I just, need to see you wearing that. I want to see you pretty. Will you be my pretty baby, Levi? Please?" You cooed.

"Hmm. I don't know about that. Why don't we do something else instead? Something I can be a little more comfortable in," he offered.

You frowned. "But I want to see you all dressed up like a sweetheart for me. You'd look so pretty. Don't you want to be pretty for me, Levi?" You purred.

"Mm. I'm not entirely sure you're not just asking for your own sick kicks. But fine. If you really want to see me in some kind of getup, I suppose I can do that for you."

"This has everything to do with my own 'sick kicks', dear. And I thank you. I will thank you."

You purchased the garter belt and stocking set in black silk. It had a beautiful lacy trim around the edges and a tiny bow in the middle. You couldn't wait to see it on him.

You waited for Levi to come home this day. You'd taken the day off from work. You greeted him at the door and he smiled softly. "Hi," he said.

"Hi there. Do you want to come with me?" You asked.

"Sure."

You led Levi to your bedroom and sat him down on the bed. He was wearing a pair of gray slacks and a black button-up shirt. You pulled the outfit out of your bag and handed it to him. "Here," you said.

"What's this?"

"Just put it on for me, okay? I'll help you."

Levi looked at you curiously, but he nodded.

"Okay."

You helped him take off his pants and his underwear. He didn't seem embarrassed or shy at all. You knew Levi had no shame. But he wasn't the type to wear anything fancy or frilly like this. So you were happy that he was willing to do this for you.

You put the garter belt around his waist and adjusted the straps. Then, you put the thigh high stockings on him, sliding them slowly up his legs and clipping them to the belt.

Levi looked down at himself. "This is weird," he said.

"I know. But you look so fucking good, pretty."

You took his hand and led him over to the mirror. He looked at himself.

"Huh." He said.

You kissed his neck and started undoing his shirt. "Let's get this off of you," you said.

Levi shrugged off his shirt and let you finish taking it off.

You both stood there. Levi completely naked, except for the garter belt and stockings.

"Fuck," you whispered.

You pressed your lips against his neck and trailed kisses down his chest. You wrapped your arms around his waist and kissed him deeply.

"You look so fucking hot," you said.

He moaned softly as you ran your hands over his body. You could feel him getting hard against your body. You could feel your own arousal building inside of you.

You unbuckled his belt and pulled down his panties. You reached behind you and grabbed a bottle of lube from the bedside table. You squirted some onto your fingers and rubbed it onto his cock. He groaned in pleasure as you stroked him.

"Fuck, that feels so good," he said.

You pushed him down onto the bed and climbed on top of him.

"Oh my god, you're so fucking wet," he said.

You rubbed your pussy against his cock, coating him in your juices. He moaned loudly as you slid onto him. You started to ride him slowly, grinding yourself against him.

You felt his hands on your waist, pushing you down onto his cock. He fucked you hard, slamming into you with each thrust. You cried out in pleasure as you bounced on him.

You pulled off the garter belt and threw it to the side. Then, you pulled up the thigh highs and started fucking him again. You were so turned on by the way they looked on him.

You rode him hard, your breasts bouncing up and down as you fucked him. You felt him getting closer and closer to cumming.

"Fuck, 'm -- m'gonna cum," he moaned.

He thrust his hips up and came deep inside you. You cried out as you came with him, your pussy clenching around his cock.

"Oh my god," he gasped.

You collapsed onto the bed next to him. Your pussy was dripping with his cum and your own.

"That was ... sofuckinghot," he said.

You giggled. "I know."

"I think I like wearing these things," he said.

You smiled. "I think so too. I mean, I think I like you wearing them, too." You couldn't believe you felt yourself blushing after all you just did with him. That made you blush.

You leaned over and kissed him softly. He kissed you back and wrapped his arms around you.

You laid there for a while, touching one another and kissing. Then, he looked at you. "So ... what else would you want me to wear for you?"

"How about a cute little plaid skirt and a pair of heels?"

He laughed. "Alright, alright. You got me."

Tagging ::: @arlerts-angel @millennialmagicalgirl

[tsukimirecs]

levi ackerman // fic recommendations

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works

you’re drunk and ridiculous (and he can’t trust you with anyone else)

gestures

no funny business

as the spark dies

wild card

dust, diamonds

dirty money

nobody's fault but mine

traditions

time

the wife

crush

percolate

petals inked in red

spite

one million to one

power trip

ghost

silent treatment

love hate me

as the world caves in

two faced

bad romance

garden of tulips

plans

and when i see you smile, the clouds will clear

ghostly greetings

safe haven

panacea

sayonara

“may i?”

his wounded heart beats for one

beneath the pages

respite on black waters

galaxies past

overwhelming

[lucysarah-c]

Why do I feel like Levi would use you as an excuse for anything?

"Captain Levi, could you stay behind to watch the cadet—"

"No, my wife caught a cold. I want to be there for her."

First, he always calls you "wife" because, to him, it doesn't matter if you two aren't officially married yet or if you're saving money to get married. You're his wife. This man was devoted to you the second you agreed to go on a date with him. Second, you don't have a cold… you simply sneezed a couple of times that morning.

"Levi, could you stay for the following meeting—"

"No, Y/N is waiting for me back in my chambers, and it's already too late," Levi replied, picking up his stuff from the meeting office's table and interrupting Erwin.

"I'm sure Y/N will understand," Erwin tried to reason, but it seemed like Levi had already stepped outside of the meeting.

"What can I say, Erwin? I'm a good husband. You make your work a priority, and you lose your girl."

"Did you finish that report—"

"I was going to stay up all night, but Y/N insisted I go to bed."

But most importantly, Levi would use you to escape ANY social event that his antisocial soul could.

"Captain! Are you staying for the after-party?" Zackly asked, almost dragging him upstairs.

"No. I'm a taken man, and everyone knows what goes on at those after-parties," Levi groaned, taking off the friendly arm around his shoulder. "I'm going home. I'm going home to my wife."

"I'm sure Y/N will understand. Good wives do."

"You don't know my wife."

While most of the time, you're just a very calm, accepting partner. Levi's life as a captain is already hard, and you don't like to add demands to it. But somehow, he's always early from any event Erwin dragged him to, coming back to be in your arms, to fall asleep as you play with his hair, and finally be able to catch some rest. You don't mind it… but you have to admit it caught you off guard when a higher-up asked you to give Levi some freedom.

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[leviismybby]

Petra: "Two times a week is the best!"

Hange: "See I disagree, i think once a week is more than enough."

(y/n): "Once a week? No way, at least twice a day. Levi would go crazy."

Hange: "Levi cleans his room twice a day?"

(y/n): "Wait...what are we talking about?"

[saintkaylaa]

Say Grace .ᐟ

ʚɞ: levi, eren, armin, porco, reiner

note: you thank them for that fire dick ! ❤️‍🔥

warnings: sexual, cursing, crack, kms joke in porco’s, f!reader

I BLOCK MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS

[porcalinecunt]

𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐔𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇!

🪽 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ how aot men would treat their himbo incubus! ~

·˚ ◌༘͙[featuring] ! ˊ 𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍, 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍, 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈, 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑

cw — ftm!reader. lots of rough sex. dumbification. overstimulation. breeding to the max. size kink. spanking. masochism(?) oral sex. throat fucking. cumshot. multiple orgasms.

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ author’s note! : i made this while violently down horrendous for aot men jfc i was possessed anyways! this will be my last post as im going on a trip soon, so enjoy! 🎀

₊˚ෆ 𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑

to be blunt, eren can be a bit of a meanie! after all, you came at such a poor time. the man was too busy jerking off to whatever porn he found, desperately trying to get himself off when you came and ruined his orgasm. as if you weren’t enough of a nuisance, you proceeded to act dumb in front of an annoyed and furiously horny eren. you’re sweet babbling came to a rude halt once the brunette grabbed you by the waist and threw you onto your stomach while you faced the end of the bed. you couldn’t get a word in before you felt something pry at your soaked pussy, turning your head to see your mortal host push himself inside of you and violently snapping his hips against yours. it was only the beginning of his frustrated tirade on your poor cunt, maybe you should’ve shut your mouth or be a little more considerate of your hosts!

“h-hah..eren! g-gentle!—“ you whined like a bitch in heat, only to be met with another harsh smack on your bare ass that was littered in eren’s handprints. you couldn’t help but look back through puffy, wet eyes at the mortal who was fucking you with such ferocity. a green eyed glare made you turn away in embarrassment, before a hand forced you to face him again. god, the way he looked at you could easily rival every man you stole an orgasm from. “e-eren..” you moaned, earning you a hard snap from his hips as he leaned closer to you. the smell of cigarettes still lingered around him.

“who’s fault is it that you got yourself in this mess? hm? not me. now shut up and take my cock like a good little incubus..”

₊˚ෆ 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍

secretly (not really tho), jean adores your naivety. even more so knowing exactly what you are, i mean, how can a literal sex demon be so stupid? a question he’ll never get answers to, but why matter? not when you finally find him in a state of carnal desire. jean will never forget your cute dumb face once you saw his hard cock out in full fuckin’ glory. he was huge, so huge, you struggled to take in his girth. pathetic kitty licks ‘n kisses on his leaking tip to helplessly grinding on his length, it only turned him on even more. enough to where you already completed your task, and yet here you were, continuously pumped full of his cum inside your ruined cunt. the best part? jean wasn’t gonna stop anytime soon, not until you stop making that stupid fucked out face that only gets him hard all over again!

seven rounds later and he still was nowhere near done. your incubus mark that rested on your womb glowed furiously in a hot pink shade, signifying your pleasure and satisfaction with your host. jean knew damn well of this, but continued to fuck you cum filled cunt as a pace only a rabbit could possibly do. “jean..! i-i can’tttt! too much! ah!” you babbled through drool soaked lips, only to be silenced by a sloppy kiss from him. he couldn’t even kiss you properly while being pussydrunk beyond oblivion. lifting you head, you watched in awe at the sight of jean stuffing your pussy full of cock, a small bump in your womb from how many times he creampied you.

“stay with me baby, i know you can take another one in you..you’re doing such a good job f’me love. shit..!”

₊˚ෆ 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍

the short and sweet of this man is how little he takes your bullshit. trying to get a good night sleep was difficult enough with your constant whining for attention. you were waiting for a chance to get your cunt pounded by the mortal, only to see him trying to go to sleep instead. however, your efforts weren’t in vain, as levi shot up and yanked you over his lap. you could feel his dick growing harder and harder in his pants as he tore off your flimsy thong that barely covered shit. a calloused hand came down on your bare ass, a sharp smack! startled you as your body jolted forwards only to be pulled back roughly by levi. hit after hit, the pain became an intoxicating pleasure as your cunt soaked itself in arousal, your painfully swollen clit begging to be touched. unfortunately, levi wasn’t the easiest to falter.

smack! a yelp tore out of your sore throat followed by a weak whine, the stinging pain slowly numbing your ass before you were forced back down to earth by another harsh strike. “no..no more..! hurts t-too mu—“ SMACK! another strike startled you from your rambling, almost falling off of levi’s lap where he pulled you up roughly by the tail and secured you tightly. you didn’t have to look at him to know how fed up he was with you antics, or how aroused he was. you wanted so badly for him to just have his way with you, spitting you open and bruising your insides. a tinge of regret only grew bigger as his painfully obvious boner poked at your thigh. fuck, he was hung down there, if only you just behaved yourself!

“what’s the matter? quit squirming like a brat and sit the fuck still. you asked for this.”

₊˚ෆ 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐍

did you piss of this literal giant on purpose? maybe, and what’s wrong with that? infiltrating a wet dream of him getting sucked off by some rando he found hot, fusing reality with fantasy until it abruptly ended before he could cum. you couldn’t help but giggle at poor reiner, well, until he forced you onto your knees and finished the damn job himself. it didn’t matter how many cocks you’ve swallowed, you struggled to take reiner’s full length as he mercilessly fucked your throat inch by inch until your nose was touching his pubic hairs. the stretch of his girth had your throat and mouth stuffed full until you couldn’t utter a word out. don’t think he’ll stop there either! the moment his dick twitches, he’ll pull out and cum all over that pretty face of yours. such an erotic sight gets him hard all over again, only this time, he’ll breed your throat full.

“atta boy. putting that mouth to good fucking use after that stunt you pulled..don’t worry, i’m not even close to done.”

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[kentopedia]

౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ COME BACK TO BED — levi ackerman

summary . . . you crave levi, but he isn't there when you wake up.

contents . . . f!reader, nsfw mdni, cock warming, office (?) sex, creampie, piv, unprotected sex, fluff, honestly i haven't been in much of a mood to write smut but this has been in my drafts for a while so it gets really soft at the end— 2.2k

you walk into the room, frowning at the sight of your lover still behind his desk, bent over the parchment. light shadows his face, sparkling over him like a candle, illuminating him in a yellow hue. he’s so beautiful, and you ache for him. the desperation inside of you only grows, even though it is dually coated in worry. 

“levi?” you say, lips drawn down as you approach, blinking away your sleepiness. “why are you still working?” 

it’s nearly three in the morning; the bed was cold and empty when you left, and the middle of winter was unforgiving. though levi didn’t sleep often, he, at least, made an effort to when you were at his side. tonight, though, it seems he’s given up on the matter, scribbling notes on the paperwork instead.

“i have to finish this by tomorrow,” levi says, dismissive, not even bothering to glance up. 

your frown deepens, and you repeat his name, softer as you come around the side of the desk. you’d woken up so desperate for him, and when he was not there to coax an orgasm out of you, you’d tried to take on the task yourself. 

though, your fingers didn’t feel as nice as his did, hadn’t reached the places inside of you that his cock could. and, you craved it, craved him so much that you hadn’t been able to go back to sleep. 

“come back to bed,” you mutter, but even then, you can hear the desperation in your voice, the subtle tone that it takes on whenever you want him badly. 

his writing stops. he turns back to you, eyes hardening as you place a gentle hand on his shoulder. you run your soft fingertips along the juncture between his neck and jaw, batting your eyelashes at him so sweetly. 

there’s a dark look in his irises that you pick up on easily, but you can’t tell if he’s irritated with you, or if it’s the lust that is spreading in the ocean of his eyes. his jaw sets, and his normally straight mouth draws tighter. “i have to finish this.” 

“can i stay here, then?” 

he sticks his tongue into the side of his cheek. “i’m—”

you can already hear his protest, how he’ll say your name so softly in an apology, kiss you on the lips before sending you back to your shared room. but you’re determined to get your way tonight, and you can feel the wetness gathering between your legs, the ache still thrumming through your body. 

“want you inside me, levi,” you say softly, almost begging as you lean down to whisper into his ear. “please.” 

levi stops, eyeing you with the intensity that he faces with everyone, an intensity that doesn’t always soften for you. still, by now, you’re used to it — find it endearing, really, how serious he can be. 

“you going to be a distraction?” levi scans your face. 

you jut your lower lip out just a bit, almost pouting, “no,” you promise. “just want to feel you.” 

for a moment, he considers, before finally relenting. levi sighs, then pulls back the chair, his strong thighs on display as you maneuver yourself onto his lap. even the brief feeling of his knee against your clothed cunt sends a sharp whimper through you. 

“you can’t move. i’ve put this off for long enough.” 

“since when did you care about any of that?” you ask, yawning as you slip your pants off your hips. “i thought hange did the paperwork, anyway.” 

“if only.” he gives you a pointed look, tracing your jaw with his thumb. “just sit still.” 

levi focuses his attention back on the paperwork, and when you spare a brief glance at it, you notice that it’s reports from the past few missions. for the government in the interior, assigned specifically to captain levi. 

you refrain from a sarcastic remark, and instead, slide levi’s zipper down, waiting for any reaction. he gives you none, signs his name on the bottom line, and flips the parchment over. 

“levi,” you start, but he shushes you again, kissing your cheek dismissively. 

“no talking.” 

“you’re so rude.” 

he raises his eyebrow, but you slide his cock out of his pants, warming it in your palm. a soft little sigh leaves him as you stroke him until he’s hard, but he schools his expression into a neutral position, leaning back in the chair. 

you’re naked from the waist down, but he doesn’t seem to care. with something of a frown, you slip his cock inside you and sink your hips down. your fingers dig into his shoulders as you move, sliding right into him.

levi’s dark eyes dart towards you. “shit,” he gasps, his other hand holding onto your hips. “why are you so wet already?” 

a small whimper leaves you as he fills you up, stretches your walls, as you settle onto his cock. though it feels so good, you squeeze his arms and try not to move. “you weren’t there when i woke up,” you say, resting your head on his shoulder and pressing a kiss to the space between his neck. “so i tried to take care of it myself.”

levi’s eyes flash. “dirty girl.” his voice is deeper, a rumble that you feel in his chest. “couldn’t help but touch yourself to the thought of me when i wasn’t there, hm? but i bet your fingers weren’t enough, were they?” 

you exhale deeply, shaking with the need to move as your walls flutter around him. “levi.” 

“needed my cock inside you instead, didn’t you, love? probably would’ve begged me to fuck you until you were tired enough to fall back asleep.” 

“god, levi, please.” you start, and you shift your hips once. your clit rubs right against him, his long cock settling inside you as a heavy moan almost escapes. instead, you bite down hard on his neck; but levi forces you down even harder on his lap, his eyes relentless. 

“i told you not to move, didn’t i?”

you blink back at him, but his face is serious, hardened lines stretching from each angle of his face. and though you want fuck yourself on his dick, and every atom in your being tells you to do so, you listen to him. somehow, you refrain from shifting your hips again.

sitting still, you bury your face into his neck and heave a great sigh, brushing the delicate skin beneath his jaw. 

“good girl,” levi says flippantly, his long, slender finger grazing up your spine. the simple words alone send a pulse straight through your body, and you whimper against him, your cunt squeezing tighter, wet from the deep intonation of his voice. 

levi says nothing else, but you can feel his smirk as he kisses your temple. he never fails to remind you how precious you are to him, even when he is a bit short with you. and even though he is never the best about telling you how much he loves you, his affections run deep.

he plays with the end of your hair, soothingly, and though you can’t ignore him deep inside you, it almost lulls you back into a peaceful sleep. 

after what feels like hours of subtle torture, you speak again. 

“levi,” you hum against his throat, when he flips another page, signing his name on the dotted line. “i love you so much.” 

his hand stills on your back, fingers tapping once against your spine before resuming. it’s still difficult for him to repeat the words, but you know it’s only out of his fear that you will one day be taken away from him. levi squeezes your hip once more, huffs, and sets the pen down. 

“i’m certain you know how much you mean to me,” levi returns, pulling you away from his neck so that you’re able to face him once again. “you’re supposed to be being quiet.” 

his face is stern, but his eyes are anything but; soft and loving. levi’s cheeks are flushed red, and though he is strong — the strongest — that alone is not enough to combat how he feels when he’s inside you. it brings a small, knowing smile to your face.

“i was being sweet,” you say, sleepily, testing your luck by lifting your hips and settling them once more. the feeling is more intense than you’d expected, and a little moan escapes your mouth, lips parting softly. “i do love you.” 

“i’m certain you’re just trying to butter me up,” levi’s mouth is against your own, the words leaving on a shaky breath, tickling your skin. “so you can get what you want.” 

you laugh, fanning your fingertips against his cheeks. “is it working?”

levi spares you one more hardened expression, tightly drawing his mouth together, before he’s lifting you, shifting you onto the desk, your back pressed against the papers. “unfortunately,” he grunts, kissing all over your face before he threads his fingers with your own. “god. the things you do to me. can’t think straight.” 

he thrusts up into you, hard, and you close your eyes, kissing him, much more slowly than the pace he sets with his hips. levi squeezes your palm tightly, the other roaming across your chest, your stomach, before settling at your hips. “you’re everything to me, you know? my beautiful girl. don’t know what i’d do without you.” 

you smile against his mouth and tug at his hair with your free hand, feeling the soft tendrils between your fingers. it’s ironic, that he thinks you’re beautiful, when you’re certain he’s the most angelic creature you’ve ever seen. “i’m not going anywhere, levi. i promise.” 

levi speeds up, involuntarily, eyes so intense as he watches every subtle change of your expression. but you are too sleepy to do much but breathe into his mouth, soft little moans that have levi thrusting into you twice as hard.

it doesn’t take long for him to coax the first orgasm out of you, and you’re barely able to whisper his name before you clench around him, squeezing the palm that’s still locked within your own.

levi smiles, but it’s snarky, a mix between satisfaction and annoyance. “looks like you got your way after all.” 

you laugh, breathless, kissing across his cheeks as he grows sloppy, chest heaving with the weight of his exhales. though levi wants to pin this all on you, you can tell that he needs to relax too. the past few hours without a moment of sleep, doing nothing but paperwork, have taken a toll on him. 

“must be so hard for you, huh?” you tease, eyelashes fluttering closed as you lean against him, letting your forehead drop to his shoulder. “getting to fuck me on a desk like this. what a chore.” 

“you shouldn’t talk to your captain like that,” levi teases, but he groans out the last few words, cheeks flushed from how close he is. lazily, your fingers run across his chest, and though a second orgasm is steadily building, you want to watch him come apart first.

“perhaps,” you say, smiling as you kiss his chest, your hair tickling the bottom of his jaw. “but i’m not talking to my captain, i’m talking to you, levi.” you lean back up to kiss him, once, again, just the softest brush of your lips. “and i want you to cum inside me.” 

levi’s eyes flash, and you can see the moment that he unravels, the next few seconds where his movements get erratic. then, his features change, plump bottom lip separating from the top one. the look in his eyes grows distant, and his stomach flexes, abs tightening, before the heat of his cum shoots inside of you. 

levi topples onto you, his chest landing on yours as you fall back onto the desk. his cock finally slips out of you.

“shit,” levi says, running his hands along your thighs, sweaty skin sticking to each other. “we’re going to ruin the papers.” 

“who cares,” you yawn, rubbing your eyes before encircling levi’s neck with your arms. “the military police can deal with the mess.”

“you’re disgusting.” 

“they’d probably get off on it, don’t you think? the interior is full of hedonists anyway.”

levi snorts. “maybe. but i prefer not to think about how they spend their free time.”

you laugh again, just a breath of air, and settle against him. levi is warm, his arms are strong, and he smells clean; a mix of soap and the sweet fragrant of citrus. he holds you so gently, despite all of the hardness that lingers in his body. you’ve never known anyone to feel so much like home.

“will you come to bed now?” you ask sleepily. “i don’t want to go to sleep alone.” 

levi softens, and he traces your cheekbone with his thumb, as best he can at the awkward angle. “sure, love. i should get some rest anyway.”

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

{AOT edition} Randomfap {Levi}

A/N ::: I'm going to start a little series of Randomfaps for all of the characters I freakin' want to write about. Randomfaps are just a stream of consciousness when they're masturbating. Just sayin' whatever that comes into their pretty little filthy fuckin' heads as they jerk off. I hope you guys like them!

C/W ::: Masturbating!Levi, talking to himself while he jerks off, imagining you being there. Doing this shit to him and with him. Pet names, "Princess" "Angel", cum, cum tasting (not fully eating? Idfk.)

*Image found on Pinterest "Levi Ackerman"

LEVI ::: All the lights are off, save for the small lamp on his nightstand. He whines as he gets started. His pace slow, forgiving. Stopping to spit into his palm so he can speed up fucking into his fist. "Oh, gah - fuck. You feel so fucking good, angel." Levi says in a near whisper. "I want to feel you so badly, princess. You wanna feel me too, eh? Sit on my lap, put your back to my chest." He puts his right leg up onto the small chair in his room at the desk. "Yes, grab my hair like that. Mm-hm, pull it. Hard. Harder. HARDER, PRINCESS!" He'll tug on his hair and his cock in synchronicity to build up the impending orgasm. Occasionally rubbing his undercut the opposite direction of how his hair grows. He grunts as quietly as he can into the barely lit space. "Pl-please, angel. Fffffuuuckk your pussy feels so good. Kiss ... kiss me. Oh gah-ah-ahh-duh. Fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck yes." He fucks into his hand at an unreasonably fast pace now. Like he's pissed at his cock or something. He keeps imagining he's balls deep inside of your sopping cunt and he doesn't want to open his eyes only to see his empty bed. "Oh shhhiiih-hihhh-tuh. M'cumming, princess, m'cumming. Oh god, faster faster faster yesyesyes. Oh FUCK." He breathes heavily as he lifts his right hand to his face and inspects the masterpiece he blew out onto his fingers. Levi closes his eyes and leaves them like that for a while as he kitten licks the back of his hand to see what all the fuss is about. Why does he leave his eyes closed? Because you don't know he feels this way about you. And he wants to stay in the fantasy for just a bit longer.

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Two thick fingers in your mouth, “you’re a mess” he chuckles darkly at your state, “feels good huh?” You can’t talk, gagging on his fingers all you can do is nod frantically in response, smug smirk not leaving his lips, the proud look on his face of seeing you fall apart on his cock, breaking you to the point where all you can do is cry from the overstimulation, he keeps pounding into you, you’re a good girl, his good girl, you can take it. “I’m gonna fill you up with my cum and I am going to fuck it out of you, understood?” You nod frantically again so desperate, taking anything he is willing to give you. “What do you have to say baby?” He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, covered in saliva wrapping them around your neck, “thank you thank you thank you.” You repeat almost like a mantra, “good girl, I see I trained you well.” Pounding faster and harder, sloppy thrusts making you throw your head back into the push pillows your eyes rolling back due to the pleasure, “fuck, your pussy feels so tight around me, you’re close again?” He chuckles as his fingers hold your jaw forcing eye contact “you came what? Not even five minutes ago? Needy girl.” He loves humiliating you, he fucks you so good, you can’t help but cum over and over again.

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TOJI, Eren, Gojo, LEVI, Geto, NANAMI, Choso, Jean, DABI, Kakashi, Sasuke, Reiner.

[rumisgf]

PASSENGER PRINCESS - connie springer x black!reader

summary: your... best friend takes you on your weekly late nights drives. but, this night is different: both of you are aware of the tension between y'all even though neither of you address it- until tonight. warnings: marijuana usage, best friends to lovers, eventual smut, yk car sex, french kissing

you just had got off work, and today really wore you out. it was the usual: your manager was getting on your nerves, there was this lady who tried to argue with you over the counter, and you had to train probably the most incompetent teen who had just got hired. all you knew is you need a blunt and a nap.

as you're laying on your bed ready to kick your clothes off, your phone buzzes. a text from connie, probably the only person you have patience for right now. it reads 'you home?' to which he knows you are, he found out when you get off work (because he listens, of course. totally didn't do his own research before you even told him directly). the minute you text back he's calling your phone, and you roll your eyes a bit 'cause you already know he wants to bother you now.

"hello, sir?" you can hear him smack his lips.

"man, you not even tired! i'm 'bout to head out anyway, just wanted to see what you was doin' right now."

"what, you trynna pick me up?"

"don't ask dumbass questions, you want me to pull up or not?"

you smile to yourself, and get up to change out your work clothes. "mmm... yea. c'mon."

"bet." *click*

soon enough, you see his car pull up from your apartment window and make your way out the door. as you walk down the stairs, you can't help but grin to yourself. no matter how bad of a mood you're in you would never miss an opportunity to chill with his fine as- you mean, the only tolerable dude you know.

you open the car door, the smell of weed hitting your nose. "yooo!" connie greets you with a smile, and a wood in hand. he already had started to roll up before you even made it to the car.

"nigga, what did i tell you 'bout smoking outside here?! if i get in trouble, it is not gonna be my fault!"

"you'on wanna hotbox?" he asks obviously, making you roll your eyes as you buckle in your seatbelt.

he starts the car up and places one hand on the wheel, ready to find an empty parking lot. he notices how you stare outside the window, hand resting on your cheek. "work piss you off?" you simply reply with, "why?" and he says "you not talkin' like usual and actin' all bothered."

he was right, work did piss you off. but for some reason, he was making you especially nervous today. "ion know, just my manager was on dick today. and i had to train this lil' boy he was pissing me off too. i know he a kid but damn, this why i ain't wanna be a trainer in the first place. i already work overtime most of the week i don't be having the energy for that shit, y'know? he keep giving me all these things to do like my schedule not already tight and i'm busting my ass just to still not get promoted yet." it was nice to get stuff of your chest like this because it really calmed you down. better yet, he knew how to calm you down. he knows how to listen while making sure you're still having a good time.

he eventually pulls up to a gas station. "well, don't let that shit bother you. you probably gon get promoted anyway cause you actually do your job. besides, if that don't happen, i been telling you to quit anyway." getting out the car, he pulls his hoodie over his head and comes to open your car door. "now c'mon." "i don't want noth-"

"i said c'mon, mama, i'm getting you snacks! and i want some too i'm not leavin' you in here."

having no argument, you get out and walk with him inside. since it is late, you're the only ones in there and there's only one cashier in sight. the mid aged lady smiles at the two of you as she notices the door bell ring. you both grab a drink of choice from the freezer and make your way to the counter. he sees your eyes dart to a bag of chips, and he picks it up to place it down before you grab his hand. "you don't have to, con." he ignores you, sliding it to the cashier to scan. "oh, stop it, you act like i haven't payed for your hair before."

"your total is $12.59"

he pulls a 20 out his pocket, handing it to her a taking his change. as you both leave, she says "by the way, you two are such an adorable couple!" but, before you can correct her, connie replies

"thank you, ma'am!"

now, you're both sat in the car laughing at the interaction that just happened. "thank you? for real?" you say through giggling. connie simply shrugs, "i ain't wanna make her feel bad!" in your mind, you began to question his response still. why didn't he say no? "i mean shit, you don't look bad so." he stops, furrowing his eyebrows and side eyeing you. "oh, if i was ugly you woulda had a issue?" you look to the side as he pretends to start to be offended. "well, yeah duh." he laughs in response, you following after. "alright, dude."

eventually, he pulls into a random parking lot. you see a bench and a sign, so you assume this is just some park in the area. luckily, no one's here anyway. connie's hand finds the back of your headboard as backs up into a spot. "found this spot like yesterday, nobody really around at night. plus it's chill, i wanna talk to you and ion wanna be bothered seeing other people around."

you can't help but focus on his jawline as he looks back, barely paying attention to the words coming out his mouth. "you even listenin' to me?" he snaps you back into reality. you turn back in your seat as you smack your lips and he chuckles, settling back into his seat. he picks up from where he started, rolling a blunt for the both of you. once he finishes he pulls out a lighter from his glove department, bringing it to his mouth. your eyes pay good attention to his eyes glancing down at the wood, his fingers, his mouth as he inhales, and the way he looks at you after he puffs out smoke.. god he looked fine.

"damn, you gon' take it?" he asks before you even get the chance to zone out completely. you mutter "my fault" before taking it and bringing it to your own mouth. now, its his turn to examine your movements. you don't even notice him eyeing you: the way your acrylics look as you hold it, your makeup still looking nice after a full day of work, your closed lids, the way you're slightly titling your head back... fine as fuck he thinks to himself. he takes off his hoodie as his body warms up. when you look back at him, you see his toned arms in the moonlight and your face begins to heat up. "you feel better, ma?" you nod in response, attempting to contain yourself. however, he can't help but examine you and you begin to notice. "so, what you wanna talk abt?"

he uncharacteristically fiddles with his thumb and looks down. "well shit..." you take another hit, still making eye contact with him. "after that thing just happened it kind of reminded me even more," he takes a pause. he puts his hand out, and you pass the blunt to him before he continues. he brings it to his lips, slowly inhaling. then as he exhales,

"what if we was a couple?"

you take a second, nearly being took out your high that barely started coming over you. "oh.. uhm-"

"not like that, just what if, y'know?" he quickly interjects to save himself from possible rejection. "yeah of course....well, ion know like i said you not ugly." you end up shrugging. sure, you guys are friends, but it would be a complete lie to say you haven't thought about it yourself. you had just never planned on voicing it. "well, what do that mean?"

"i don't know, you not ugly. if we talking hypothetically you my type i guess." you explain, avoiding saying how you actually feel. "i guess is crazyyy." he leans back in his seat, throwing one of arms behind his head as he takes another hit. "so, i'm yo type?"

you feel yourself start to smile. "now what do you mean, sir?" he simply laughs. "i think you pretty too, y/n." his statement catches you offguard, and you find yourself speechless. he only laughs more and looks straight at you, now half-lidded with red hued eyes. "you ain't notice me starin' at you for how many times you been in my car? and you the only girl i really be having in my car, you basically my passenger princess."

the name passenger princess makes you feel warm in a place that you are not willing to acknowledge. "...well, i been starin' at you too. surprised you ain't notice" he's quiet for a second, then looks down at his lap with a smirk. "i did." you smack his arm and he's now in a fit of laughter as he relishes in your embarrassment. after a minute, he smiles at his eyes cant help but focus on your lips. "what?"

he takes a minute to think over the choices he's about to make. and after some thinking, he comes to a conclusion. "...c'mere, mama."

you stare at him for a second, questioning if this is a good idea. but, the way his arms look after removing his hoodie and the way he's manspreading is definitely blinding your judgement. so, you find yourself climbing in his lap just slightly raised up enough so you're not actually sitting on him. but, his hand wraps around your waist and makes you sit down. "aw c'mon, why you bein so shy? it's just me." and he's right. this isn't even the first time you've been this close to him or sat on his lap. your friendship has very little... boundaries. or better yet, you two have a closer platonic relationship than others.

he stares back at you as he raises the blunt in his hand to your lips. you take a hit, blowing smoke directly in his face. you both smile and laugh softly, connie biting his bottom lip. "you so goddamn fine, i swear."

all you respond with a soft giggle as you lean closer into his chest. he wraps an arm around your shoulders and holds eye contact. finally, you both slowly lean in, closing the distance between your faces. his lips instantly catch yours and set a steady pace. he tastes like soda and indica, but right now that is so delicious to you. subconsciously, you slowly move your hips on his laps in rhythm with the movement of your lips on his. he lowly grunts and pulls away. "woah, what you trynna do?" he mumbles, eyeing your body on top of his. "shit, i been holding in a lot, con... i'm on what you on."

his eyes find your thighs, then comes back up to your red, lazy eyes. "you sure, ma?" you bite your lip, "yeah... you want to?" a soft chuckle leaves his lips and he leans back in, centimeters away from your lips. "i been wantin' to do so much to you, y/n, i wanna make you mine.."

his lips crash onto yours and his hands immediately find your ass, massaging the plush skin hidden by your leggings. your tongue finds it way into his mouth and he matches you, tongues dancing with each other. you can feel his boner from under you, and you hope he can't feel you throbbing on top of him. he pulls away again, and tugs at the hem of your leggings.

"can i move these, baby?" he asks. you nod, and he pulls them down to your knees. you shimmy them off knowing you're better off without them restricting your ankles. in return, he scoots you back and he unzips his pants, pulling them down to reveal his stiff hard dick under his boxers. nearly drooling, you eagerly move back up and kiss him again. you grind your hips on his lap once more, moaning into his lips at the feeling. his hand go to guide you and kneed on your ass. he groans into the kiss, you making him harder than he already was.

then, you pull away. he takes a second to look down and notices the wet spot forming on his boxers. he smirks to himself, "damn, baby you that wet?" you look away, still grinding on him. he laughs to himself at your reaction then slides his hand down, pulling your underwear to the side. this thumb finds your clit and you gasp at the sudden contact. he rubs slowly, eyes glued down. he pays attentions to the way your hips begin to buck upward at his touch. then, he slowly slides two fingers into your entrance. "o-oh fuck-!" you moan out. looking back up to you, he licks his lips and focuses on you. "like that, mama?"

you hum in response, eyes closing with pleasure. grinning, he curls his fingers and earns a louder moan sliding out your lips like butter. the sound of you and your wetness as he plays with you is music to his ears. "c-connie..." as you moan out for him, he perks up teasingly. "hm, baby?" you open your mouth to speak, and cut yourself off with another moan. "i- fuck.. i need you"

"need what, babygirl?"

you whine, knowing he's making you say it. "..need you t' fuck me, bae.."

with that, he slips his fingers out of you, bringing them to his mouth and keeping eye contact as he licks them clean. while he does this he lets you pull him out his boxers, dick springing out. you already had a feeling, but he's big. you stroke him slowly, taking notice of how he squirmed in your touch. "fuck, y/n.." his hips buck upward and his lids close for a second, slightly throwing his head back. you end up throwing off your underwear, leaving you in only your hoodie you left the house in.

"take yo time, okay?" he says softly as you lift up. you nod, and finally begin to sink down onto him. he bites his lips as he feels your slick coating him as you slide his dick into you. your hands grip his shoulders as you sit all the way down, feeling every inch of him. you both moan at the feeling. after a few seconds, you start moving up and down on him. your head falls into the crook of his neck, moaning onto his skin and sending chills down his spine. "f-fuck...baby.."

his hands find your hips, following your movements. "damn baby, just like that.. ride that shit.." you pick up the pace and your grip on him tightens. he now goes to grips your ass, helping move you up and down on all his length. "fuck-! 's so big.." you're whining and moaning into his shoulder, working yourself on him.

connie starts to move his hips in unison with you. "yeah, you like that shit? he starts grinning, looking at your face buried into him. "mhm.. love this dick.." your slick is staining his boxers even more as it drips down while you coat his dick in arousal. "i know, mama, this pussy takin' me so well... you wet f' me." he smacks your ass, earning a small gasp out of you. "look at me, ma."

you lift your head and he smiles at you, admiring your current state. "sexy as fuck.." he moves to massage your hips before pecking your lips. "love you, princess." your heart flutters, as well as your pussy, and your lips form a small smile. "love you, pa" you circle your hips on him and he hums with satisfaction, curses falling out his mouth. "yeah, just like that.. so fuckin' good.."

you ride him with intent, doing it like you had always did in your fantasies. "you feel so good.." you moan, your hole gripping him tighter. "fuck.. i know, ma, i know. takin' this dick so well."

a knot begins to form in your stomach and your eyes squint again as you look back at him. "baby, 'm gonna cum.." you moan, now moving up and down faster. in response, he begins fucking up into you at the same pace.

"mhm c'mon, nut all on this dick." your moans grow in volume and you become putty in his hands. "fuckfuckfuck!" you cry out as your eyes close shut, and you're slamming your ass down on him as you chase your high. he moans as he watches you, holding you tighter. "yeah, there you go mama..." soon, you begin writhing on him as you cream on top of him, painting his dick white. you can feel the strings of your own cum as he continues to thrust into you, reaching his own orgasm. "c-connie! fuck!"

"'m close baby, 'm close, i know." his breathes are frantic and his head is thrown back. "holy fuck, baby.. shit-!" he pulls out as he jerks himself, releasing himself on your ass. you both lay on each other, out of breath as you come down. he looks at you, a smile growing on his face. "don't you go fuckin' somebody else like that, you mine now."

you smile back tiredly, leaning in to kiss him. this kiss is slow, and loving. you pull away, "and you mine."

© rumisgf

[tsukimirecs]

levi ackerman // fic recommendations

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works

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the forgotten day

a river of three crossings

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one million to one

spring cleaning

slow hands

outlier

the bet

blueberry tea and lavender soap

melt

i need you

try

honey, honey (how you thrill me)

dante's inferno

beautiful

regimens

apricity

smoke and mirrors

the short end of the stick

warmth

nothing to lose, vengeance to gain

broken promises.

no man's sky

beg, borrow & steal

the mortal price of crossing twice

[lucysarah-c]

Levi had always been reserved, specially about his personal life. To anyone, about anything.

Three subtle knocks echoed at the door, rousing Levi from his bed. He groaned uneasily, burying his face deeper into the darkness as if seeking refuge from any source of light.

A few more insistent knocks followed, still maintaining their subtlety. Grumbling under his breath, Levi sat up, his right hand fumbling along the floor beside the bed. Eyes closed, he searched in the darkness for his discarded clothes.

Quick, bare footsteps sounded against the wooden floorboards as he hurriedly dressed, letting his white uniform pants hang loosely around his hips.

"Coming, coming," he muttered softly as he reached for the doorknob.

He didn't bother to button up his clothes as he cracked the door open slightly. With tired eyes, he frowned at the person on the other side, his dark hair disheveled and unkempt.

"Levi?" Erwin's voice came in a hushed tone. "Sorry… were you asleep?"

The Captain knew explanations were too complicated and unnecessary. "No," he spat out. Recognizing Erwin as the one knocking, he fully opened the door.

"Are you sure? If you were asleep, I can come back tomorrow morning first thing," Erwin persisted, aware of how rare it was.

"What do you need?"

"I have some reports that need your signature before I send them out as soon as possible."

Before Erwin could say anything more, Levi nodded, gesturing for him to come in. As Erwin stepped inside, he mentally noted the oddities: Levi's disheveled appearance, his whispered voice despite few other higher-ups being awake in the facility at that hour, and how Levi subtly closed the door leading from his office to the bedroom.

Levi settled into his office chair and extended his hand for the papers, which Erwin quickly handed over. "I can come back tomorrow before your training session with your squad."

Levi shook his head and got straight to business. It was late, around 2 am, but Erwin knew Levi was hardly ever asleep at that hour. Despite the locks of hair raised in disarray, his struggle to fully open his eyes, and his haphazard appearance, Erwin noticed how eager Levi was to complete the task quickly.

"That's regarding the letters we discussed at the meeting-"

"Yeah," Levi interjected, completely disinterested in whatever he was signing, eager to be done with it.

Erwin tried not to dwell on it, but he sensed that something was amiss. Suddenly, a sound pierced the silence of the night. Both men tensed as the noise of a flushing toilet echoed through the room. Levi's color drained from his face as Erwin turned around, confused.

The bathroom door opened, revealing you, still half-asleep, clad in an grey shirt and bare legs adorned with bites and hickeys. Scratching your tangled hair, you peered out with closed eyes.

"Lev? What are you doing up? Come back to bed," you mumbled.

Upon noticing the silence, your eyes snapped open, your cheeks flushing as you instinctively tugged the shirt closer to cover yourself. Levi buried his face in his hands as Erwin stifled a chuckle.

"Sorry," you muttered before shutting the door.

Levi groaned, thrusting the completed pile of papers toward Erwin. "Your damn papers."

Erwin collected them with a subtle chuckle. "Told you I could come back in the morning."

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"Hey, shorty. You think we can discuss the maps tonight-"

"Levi is occupied at night now, Hange," Erwin interjected, addressing the slightly confused Squad Leader. "Very occupied. Hands full."

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"Can you get out? I want to change." Not many things would get Levi's attention when he is deeply focused on paperwork, but that made him look at you. "What?" He asks, making sure he heard you right. "Just for a moment, I have to change." The look on his face is soft between a scowl and a full-on disappointment. "You can't be fucking serious right?" Levi isn't sure what the problem was, it's not like he didn't see you naked literally just a few hours ago. "Levi don't be stubborn. I just want to-" "Change. So you've told me. I don't see why you're telling me to get out. I am your boyfriend." You sigh, clearly not getting anywhere with him. "Just for a moment, Levi." He just scoffs at that and puts the papers aside.

"I had you spread open with my dick in you five fucking hours ago. And now you're telling me to go out while you change?" The blunt response comes with his usual arm cross over his chest, he is genuinely offended by your statement. This isn't going to work, you roll your eyes, all you wanted to do was surprise him with a new set of lingerie but it backfired. "You're such a kill joy you know that? Now my surprise is ruined." His eyebrow arches at that. "A surprise?" Getting frustrated, you pull the black lingerie from the draws and throw it at him. "Yes, Captain. A surprise that your stubborn self had to ruin." He takes the black fabric in his hands and looks at you. "I would rather prefer to see you strip.." His eyes look you up and down, gaze turning lustful, you chuckle. He pats his lap, setting the lingerie set aside. "Or come here so I can put it on you."

[saintkaylaa]

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐱𝐭𝐬: 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐀𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧

warnings: cursing, sexual, pregnancy, f!reader

[vampyrris]

“wait until after dinner,” levi said calmly.

you whined, planting open-mouthed kisses down his neck. your hands wandered under his shirt, and you let the tips of your nails gently graze along his skin.

he didn’t budge.

“but i need you so badly, i can’t make it through dinner, levi…” you moaned against his skin, lightly nipping at it.

he let out a sigh, closing the file of documents on his table. “this is highly inappropriate, especially when i’m working.”

you moved yourself across his lap and straddled him. he only met your needy stare with a bored look.

you began kissing his jaw, as you slowly ground yourself against him. the slightest bit of friction between your thighs had you panting, until levi grabbed your hips firmly, stopping your motions.

“i hate you,” you whispered, bringing your lips to his. “kiss?”

he closed the distance without a word, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss.

you moaned again, as you ran your tongue along his lips, trying to get him to deepen it. levi’s hand found itself around your throat, pushing you back a little. a quiet fuck escaped your lips when his fingers tightened slightly, your hands bunching up around his shirt in desperation.

“after dinner.” he whispered, his steel gray eyes glowing with dark promise.

it was safe to say he kept his word, when you found your hips arched with your legs spread on his bed an hour later, your sobs of pleasure muffled against the pillow as levi fucked you senseless. both of your bodies were slick with sweat as his cock split you open, your juices helping him slide in and out of you with ease.

he slapped your ass harshly again, the impact welling up tears in your eyes as you felt the sting reverberate through your entire body.

“will you behave next time?” he growled as he continued his assault against your dripping cunt, driving into you so hard the only sounds in his room were of his balls slapping against your swollen clit. “you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself the one time i asked you to,” one of his hands gripped your hair, using the leverage to drive into you deeper each time.

your response was only a pathetic moan as hot pleasure overtook every fiber of your body and soul.

levi suddenly slowed his pace, each languid thrust making the walls of your pussy flutter against his hard cock. leaning down, he scraped his teeth against your neck, his grip on your hair tightening.

“use your words. will you behave?”

you whimpered. “y-yes, captain!”

he resumed his brutal pace again, his hand finding your ass and squeezing the sore flesh.

“that’s my girl.”

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

"Footsteps"

Image by Pixiv Id 1480815 #1528511

A/N = I've never written anything quite like this before. So drop me a line and let me know what you think, yeah? Thanks!

C/W = Jesus. Um, degradation (consensual deg?), smacking face and ass, P👉V, Oral (again, it may not read as consensual, but it is) F👉M, little bit of a faux job. I think that about covers it. If I missed anything or spelled/grammatically fucked anything, lemme know.

ONE MORE TIME FOR THE BRATS OUT THERE ...

You lay there in a puddle of your own making. Pussy throbbing, little electrical currents still shooting through your core.

The tip of your nose itches. But there's nothing sexy about asking to be untied to scratch it. You just crinkle it and hope he walks by soon so you can rub it against him for some relief.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? You look like an idiot right now, y/n. Stop it." His voice weighed down on you like the thickest fog you've ever been in. Eyes hazy from having who knows how many orgasms. You lost track after 7.

He knows.

He always keeps track.

Always keeps track to beat his last record.

"I do hope you're ready to begin, again?" He chuckled, "I mean, that's really just a courtesy warning. You will be ready. Very soon."

You nod your head, wondering, again, how the fuck you ended up here.

He knows.

He knows exactly why you keep coming back here.

He cut the rope that held you in place and you landed hard on your knees and hands.

"Spread your legs for me."

You comply, despite not having fully recovered from minutes ago.

Why ... why do you keep coming back here.

"I said open your legs like the whore you are. Now do it, or I'll do it for you. Hm?"

Ok, so wider then? You think you're so funny when you're on the floor for him.

You spread your legs until all you felt was pain.

Resounding pain deep within the unstretched and overworked muscles.

"Don't worry, pretty. The pain will subside once I start in on your filthy cunt."

You moaned.

"Ohhh, I almost forgot how you like to be told how fucking dirty you are. How silly of me."

He took your face in his hand, squeezing your cheeks until your lips puckered.

"Open. Your. Fucking. Whore. Mouth."

Sticking your tongue out between your lips, you knew that would get you in trouble with him.

"Now, just what am I supposed to do with that? Huh? You think I can just rub my cock all over your tongue until I cum?" He hung his head and laughed sardonically. "'Cause that's how it works. Now I gotta spank you. Now I gotta spank you."

He sighed like it was actually a real task for him to beat your ass.

"Open." *whack* "Your." *whack* "Mouth." *whack* "Jeeesus. Look how wet you are." He slid his curled up hand into your pulsing cunt and he pulled it out, sticking the pads of his middle finger against his thumb. "So fucking wet and needy, fucking pathetic little slut."

He put his booted foot out for you.

You knew what he meant by that gesture. But you liked it when he told you.

"Well, come on then, rub your pussy on my boot. I want to watch you cum all over it."

Wrapping your legs around his ankle, you struggled to get yourself close enough that you could do what he told you to.

"What's the problem here. Are you not able to cum anymore? Are you just completely broken now?"

You whimpered and tried pulling him down to the floor with you.

"Careful, that's awfully close to talking, what you just did there. Keep your dimwitted thoughts to yourself. No one cares what whores think about."

He began to pace around the small room.

"Well, if you can't fuck yourself against my leather boot, what the hell good are you. Jesus."

He grabbed you by the hair and pulled you up to your feet.

Your hands instinctively grabbed his wrists as he dragged you to an upright position.

Getting in your face, he squeezed your mouth together again.

This time you did as you were told.

Opening your mouth wide and sticking your tongue out, he spit on it.

"Now put that foul thing away and swallow the gift I just gave you."

You swallowed as you were told and waited. On pins and needles, you waited for his next instruction.

"Go stand at the window. Actually, get on your knees with your back to the window. Yeah, back to the window. And crawl there."

Dragging your hands and knees across the floor, you made your way slowly to the window.

Pretty sure you got a splinter from this fucking 100+ year old flooring. No matter.

What he did was far better worse anyway.

"Good. Good girl. You managed to follow the simple direction I gave to you." He clapped sarcastically. If that's even a thing. You pondered that for a second as he mustered up your next indiscretion.

"Pull my pants down, one hand, stick the other one in your mouth and suck."

Reaching up, you began to undo the straps around his thighs.

His legs were so sexy it made you moan and gag over/under/around your fingers. Your cunt clenching at nothing. You really were feeling like a desperate whore, so needy to be filled tonight.

Those fucking straps. If he'd let you, you'd take them off with your teeth. But then he'd run the risk of marking up his uniform. It's not as though that shit didn't happen already when he was out there flying around from tree to tree. From titan to titan.

You had to remember that this was his show.

And you were only watching.

But fuck, did you love to watch from outside of your own body while he bore down on you all of his frustrations of day-to-day shit.

"Hurry up, for fuck's sake. Take your fingers out of your mouth if that'll speed this up."

You pulled your soaked fingers from their place nestled on your tongue and tried to find something to wipe the saliva off.

You looked at his pant leg.

"Don't even fucking think about it, I swear to God."

Instead of his pants, you used your hair.

"You're fucking disgusting. You know that? You're absolutely ... fucking disgusting."

Flustered, he pushed your hands away from his pants and took the task upon himself.

"As usual, I'm the one who has to come in and take over. Goddamn ... it."

You wanted to touch yourself so badly. But that would only earn you a slap across the face.

It would make him feel better though, so you did.

Sneaking your fingers up over your reddened thighs you slid them between your legs. Between your soaked folds and found your clit. Aching. Hard. So fucking hard.

You began rubbing yourself before he noticed what you were doing.

But he heard. He heard the change in your breathing. It's gotten calmer. Softer. How you sound when you're starting to hit the right pace and pressure.

He turned around and watched you for a second. His steel-blue eyes softened for half a second before he remember what this rendezvous was all about.

"Fucking ... " he kicked your hands away from between your legs. " ... dirty. Good girls don't touch their filthy cunts. And we ALL know you're a whore. You just showed me, just there. Just now."

Your heart was beating so fast in your chest you could see your tits bouncing ever so slightly in response to the rapid pulse.

He walked to his desk and pulled the key from the secret box underneath. Unlocking the bottom drawer he pulled out an antique looking dildo. It was made of rose quartz. Perfectly smooth, no signs of mistreatment.

Holding it in his hand, he ran his eyes over the pink rock.

"You know what's coming, yes?" His steps to you were precise. Direct. Imposing.

Your big eyes told him all he needed to know.

He pressed the cold, hard tip into your face and rubbed it roughly across your lips, tracing the outline of your jaw.

"Show me what you'd do to my cock if I shoved it in your filthy mouth."

You took the piece from his hands and slowly worked your tongue around the tip of it.

Enveloping the entirety of it into your mouth, you pushed ... pushed ... pushed until it hit the back of your throat.

"Through your nose ..." he reminded you. It was too gentle how he told you that. Was he slipping?

The breaths through your nose were slow and deep. You did as he said. You always did as he said.

He hasn't lead you astray yet.

His eyes looked over your body as you sat on your knees, back to the window. Light pink plug being worked through your lips.

You were surprised when he started fucking into his hand.

You were surprised it's only taken this much for him to start that.

"Fuck, put that on my desk. Now." He barked at you.

There he is, you thought.

Finally.

Pulling it from your mouth you stood and walked across the room.

Tears ran down your face. Your nose was runny. What the fuck was up with your nose right now.

You wanted to sniff but that would disgust him even more.

Human behavior disgusted him.

"Bend over." He hurriedly waved his hands in the air. "The desk, fucking bend over it."

You could feel your pulse in your eyes it was hitting so hard.

At. Long. Last.

He came up behind you and leaned in close to your ear.

"Did you bathe before you came over here? You reek of desperation. You smell wet. Goddamn slut. Such a goddamn slut for me."

As he kicked your legs farther apart, he slipped his hand between your legs and just grazed the hair on your cunt.

It sent sparks through your blood. You fought the urge to lower yourself onto his fingers.

But it was no use. It felt too good. You'd been in this state for too long.

The waiting. The denial.

Bending your knees just enough to feel his fingers press further into your wetness, your breathing got heavier.

God, you wanted to touch him.

"What ... what the hell is this? Mm? I don't think I told you to fuck yourself on my hand."

He brought his hand down so hard on your ass even you shot him a warning look.

There was no remorse in his eyes. It just fueled the fire he had burning deep within him.

He smacked your still red, but other, more pale ass cheek.

"I like things that match. And that, just then, it didn't match." Tilting his head and cocking an eyebrow as a carefree admission. It was true. He does like things that go well together.

"Turn around. Face me."

You moved gingerly. Your ass was on fire.

He got down on his knees in front of you, examining your pussy like he's never seen one up close before.

"Fffuckk. How do you live with yourself when you're like this? Needy, needy, needy little cunt."

His words were making you writhe around against the cold, hard wood of the desk. Your thighs rubbing together at a fervent pace brought you no relief whatsoever.

"You're going to start a fucking fire if you keep that up. And didn't I tell you to open your legs? Didn't I already kick them apart?"

He started jerking himself off, standing just in front of your body.

"Oh, ohhh fuck. Feels s'good."

You just watched him as he pumped his hips to fuck his hand. Swallowing hard to rid your mouth of the saliva that pooled so shamelessly on the sides of your tongue. Your eyes not-so-silently begging him to let you touch him. Anywhere.

"You think you can do it better?" He chided. "Then fuckin' do it. Don't just stand there and wait for me to do all the work."

He slapped your face. Again, a little too hard. But you didn't miss the way his cock jumped when his hand landed on your already red cheek.

You stuck your tongue out again.

"Suck your fingers clean. Make sure they're fucking clean. Then we'll talk about you touching me with your filthy whore hands."

You sucked your fingers clean, making a show of it for him.

"I can't hear you." A gentle reminder.

Hm, curious.

The moaning was all it took for him to nearly come undone.

"Fuck! Get your fucking whore mouth on my dick. Right now. Right fucking now."

He pushed your head down towards his cock, but you weren't ready. Your gag reflex was too sensitive. You coughed and sputtered on the tip of his throbbing cock.

"Ohhh fuck, Goddamn, y/n. Have to fuck your throat. I don't have time to deal with this bullshit. You have one job while you're here and I can't even get you to do that right. What the fuck is wrong with you? Just open your mouth. Just fucking open your mouth."

He pushed your head down on his cock and thrust his hips into your face.

"Just ... just like that. Jesus. Goddamn, y/n. You're so fucking filthy. Fucking filthy bitch."

You felt your throat tighten around his cock and it made him twitch.

Him twitching make you clench.

He held your head down, fucking up into your mouth.

"Fffffuck."

You pulled away, choking on your own spit.

He wiped your face with his hand.

"Open your fucking mouth, y/n. I told you I'm going to fuck your throat. Open your mouth."

You did as you were told.

His hips were jerking at a desperate pace.

"God, fuck. Fuck, y/n. Your mouth feels so fucking tight and wet. I'm gonna cum in your mouth. Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.Ohh,fuck."

You swallowed his load, gagging slightly on the thick, warm liquid that shot from his cock.

"Jesus. I don't ... what is ... what's there to say."

He wiped his thumb across your chin and pressed it into your tongue.

"Just ... just a second. Just ... a second."

You sat there, waiting.

"Ok. Ok, come here."

He led you to the couch in the corner and sat down, pulling you onto his lap.

"I had a really shit day. And you just made it less shit."

You leaned into his chest.

You knew it was coming.

But for that second of hearing his heart rattle in his chest, it was heaven.

"Don't get too comfortable down there. You know I'm not done."

He pushed you off of him and onto the floor.

"On your feet, Cadet. Come on, hurry up."

You got onto the couch and he pressed your head down into the cushion.

"Much better."

He rubbed his cock against your ass until he was hard again.

"You ready to take me into your whore cunt?"

You nodded, mouth still pressed into the cushion.

He pressed his tip into your pussy and started fucking into you.

"Fffffuck, y/n. God. You're so fucking wet." He got more and more quiet the longer he went on. "So wet. Fuck. You're so wet."

You moaned into the cushion.

"Turn your head. I want to see your eyes when you cum for me. Fuck. Turn your head."

You did as you were told.

"Fuck, y/n. I'm gonna cum in you. I'm gonna fill you up and watch it drip out of you. Fuck,fuck,fuck."

He pushed his cock all the way inside of you and you felt him twitch.

"Fuck, y/n. Fuck."

"This is the only chance I'm giving you to cum one last time. So get on the boat or swim to shore. Your call."

He pulled his cock out and sat back on the couch.

Pulling you into his lap, he lined himself up with your dripping hole and sunk you down onto him all at once.

"Y/n. Fuck. You feel so fucking good." He was getting close. He always got nicer when he was getting close. "Fucking ... hah ... filthy little whore. I'm gonna cum in you so fucking hard. Fuck."

He fucked into you at a frenetic pace, not stopping for anything. Paying no mind to the grunts, groans and curses that left your mouth. If anything, it was egging him on more.

"I'm gonna cum, y/n. Fucking take it. Take all of it in that fucking cunt of yours. Filthy ... fil-thee ... ah, fil- FUCK! OH FUCK!"

He pulled you down hard onto his lap, filling you up with his seed.

"Jesus ... fucking ... Christ. Oh fuck, y/n."

You collapsed onto his chest and he held you tight.

"You're the best little whore for me, y/n. Just wait till next time. Next time will be even better."

You snuggled into him, wondering what he had in store for you next.

"Ok, ok, you gotta go. I gotta get back to my shit. God, you're just so ... distracting."

He pushed you off of his lap and onto the messy cushion next to him on the couch.

"You're not getting paid to be on the floor." He almost yelled.

"Levi?" You said.

"Yes," He gathered up his clothing from the floor and put everything back on. "I ..." he sighed and looked at you like he didn't just spend the last 2 hours treating you like absolute shit.

Like he already missed you.

Emotionally constipated bastard.

"I love you, too." You said as he closed the door to his office and you heard his footsteps, a little less heavy than when he came in, heading down the hall.