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happybird16 · 8 months

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Barbs

Kitty!Levi x Fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW 18+, Levi has a cat dick, hybrids, knotting, oral sex, p in v sex, virginity loss (Levi is a virgin), creampie, smoopy relationship stuff.

Length: 8.2k

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Levi's tongue is rough. It's not quite like sandpaper, but there is an odd texture along the top. Short, fine little barbs that are nearly invisible to the eye jut out from the pink muscle, creating an unusual and slightly gritty sensation.

The first time you'd kissed him - really kissed him, deep and passionate, more than just an anxious peck on the cheek or a shallow lip lock - the texture had caught you off guard. You’d jerked away from him at the unexpected sensation, and Levi had appeared both upset and awkward about it for weeks afterward. Eventually, you had to take matters into your own hands, quite literally, and grab him to kiss him again to show him that it was okay.

Sometimes, it's surprisingly easy to forget that he's different. He’s simply Levi, and all the inhuman parts are just a small fraction of the whole man. Now, as your lips meet and his tongue grazes yours with its unique texture, you find yourself welcoming the distinctive sensation as it smoothly glides against your own.

Groaning, you delve deep into his mouth, savoring the sharp brush of his fangs along the side of your tongue. A guttural sound rumbles deep in his chest, puffing out a hot gust of air against your cheeks. Gently cupping the nape of his neck, you push even further into the heated expanse of his mouth, relishing his taste. It's an intimate exchange, and you can't help but notice that he seems to run warmer than you. His mouth, his skin, every exhale filling your mouth is so warm.

A soft thwack resonates as his tail hits the mattress beside your hip, the motion causing a mild disturbance on the bedspread. The next thwack lands on your leg, his fur soft against the exposed skin of your thigh. He sprawls over you, his spine stretching with feline grace, creating a comfortable weight that presses you into the mattress beneath. His hands explore, a blend of caution and eagerness, finding the patch of bare skin between your shorts and t-shirt. The sharp points of his nails graze your skin ever so slightly, sending shivers down your spine.

“Levi,” you moan into the kiss, the intensity of the moment leaving you breathless. Breaking the lip lock, you gasp for air in the humid space between you two.

Wet kisses trail down the column of your neck, each touch a delightful sensation that ignites your senses. This sensual journey is accompanied by the soft lap of his tongue along the well of your pulse. “Mhmm,” Levi hums, the vibration resonating through your skin. “You always taste so good.”

His words, laced with desire, send a rush of warmth through you. The roughness of his tongue against your skin amplifies the sensation, causing your mind to wander to the possibilities of where else his mouth could be working. The thought alone triggers an involuntary jolt of your hips, causing them to roll up into his, the friction igniting a fire within you.

In response, his hips churn into yours with a primal urgency, and the impact sends your head back into the pillow. Seizing the opportunity eagerly, Levi continues to lap at your exposed throat with fervor. “Someone's eager,” he huffs playfully, the huskiness of his voice adding to the intensity of the moment.

“I-” Your breath comes in ragged gasps, your voice betraying your heightened state of arousal. “I missed you,” you manage to explain, your chest heaving against his with each strained breath. Shifting your position, you become aware of a hard, hot pressure pressing into your hip. Adjusting your angle, you deliberately grind into it, evoking a whiney moan from the man above you. “Plus, you're one to talk.”

“Missed you too,” he admits, his voice carrying a hint of longing. Levi is equally breathless, his chest rising and falling rapidly, the rhythmic movement evident even beneath his t-shirt. Having been away on a two-week business trip, he'd only just returned, and finally being together after so long apart intensifies your desire. You had kept in touch through texts and phone calls, but nothing compares to being reunited in person.

His nose flares with a loud huff, and he exhales a warm stream of air onto your neck. “Fuck-” his hips roll into yours again, establishing a needy rhythm. “I can smell you. You smell so good. I can’t wait for a taste.” His words, charged with longing, stir your senses and fuel your passion. “You don't know how many times I fucked my own fist, imagining the taste of you on my tongue.”

“Fuck,” you echo, your own desire resonating in your voice. The awareness that he can detect your pheromones, that he knows your body's response to him, that he's imagined you while pleasuring himself during his time away, adds an intoxicating layer to the experience. The words send your mind into an erotic haze, intensifying your arousal. Instinctively, you grip the short hairs at the back of his head, pulling him up into an urgent, messy lip lock.

Incensed, Levi presses more of his weight onto you, moaning into your mouth. He meets your kiss immediately, delving deep into your mouth with an eager urgency. “You want that, huh?” He breathes, his voice thick with desire. One of his hands ventures, the sharp points of his claws lightly grazing against the fabric of your shorts. His fingers find the crease between your thighs, pressing teasing circles into the fabric just above your clit. The sensation makes you whine, your hips involuntarily jolting in response. “I smell it. You want my mouth against this sweet pussy.”

Yes, yes, yes. You yearn for it. Ache, even. The thought of his slightly rough tongue lapping wetly against your folds, swirling heated circles around your clit. The way he would wrap his lips around your swollen bud, suckling with a fervent hunger. Just the mental image of his head between your thighs, his dark hair tousled and messy, his cute triangle ears tilted towards you to catch even the faintest of sounds, sends your imagination into a wild spiral of desire.

“C-can I-” you struggle to regain your composure, blinking to focus your eyes. Levi’s hair is already tousled, and the usual sharp slits of his pupils have widened, becoming round in his excitement. Your hand ventures, slipping between the two of you to press against the hard line of his erection. There's a dampness there, a tantalizing patch of moisture right where his tip stretches the fabric away from his hip. “You always give. Can this time be about you? Please?”

The two of you have been dating for a little more than six months. After the initial awkwardness of adjusting to dating someone of a different species, your relationship has grown comfortable. You go on dates, spend time at each other's apartments, watch movies, and talk for hours on end. He's even stayed over a few times, though you spend so much time at his apartment that it's almost embarrassing. Today, you even let yourself in -he'd given you his key months ago, a gesture you'd immediately reciprocated- anxiously waiting for him to come home.

However, the physical aspect of your relationship has been strictly one-sided, a fact that worries you deeply. While you appreciate his giving nature, the imbalance aches in your heart. You cherish that he's generous, but you've never even seen him.

His hips jerk into your touch, and you can feel his arousal pulsating even through the layers of fabric. Despite this, the man above you freezes. His shoulders tense, his breath hitching.

Your gaze travels from where he's throbbing against your palm up to his face, catching an expression you've never witnessed before. It appears to be a mix of shock, horror, and anxiety. Concerned, you inquire, “Levi?”

“I-” Levi stammers, his jaw hanging open like a rusty hinge. “I've never-”

“I know-” you respond, perhaps a bit too hastily, given the way his shoulders tense even further. “I mean, I had an idea, considering how you always pull away when I try to touch you. And you mentioned you've never been in a relationship before.”

He sighs heavily, before rolling off of you to face you lying on his side. “And you have…”

“Are you worried that you won't measure up?” you ask, your voice gentle and reassuring. “Levi, I've never felt a connection like this before. It's natural, effortless. I want you for who you are. The rest doesn't matter.”

“I'm not fucking jealous of them. It's not that,” he retorts, shaking his head. “You've never been with a hybrid before.”

Confused, you reply, “Yeah…”

“I’m different,” he states firmly. “Than any of them.”

“Obviously,” you agree softly, voice tinged with fondness. You catch the corner of his ear between your finger and thumb, rubbing a gentle circle into the delicate skin along the inside. The flesh there is thin and particularly sensitive, the fur along the outside heart-stoppingly soft. When you trace your nail along the path of a vein, Levi leans into your touch, emitting a soft purr from deep within his chest.

He'd been so shy about purring at first, trying to resist it even though it's mostly involuntary. But now he purrs for you openly, though a light dusting of pink still decorates his cheeks.

Shaking himself, Levi blinks heavily, struggling to regain focus in his eyes. Brushing away your hand with a flick of his ear, he furrows his brows. “You don't understand. Us hybrids, we're different. I don't want to hurt you.”

Arching an eyebrow, you inquire, “Hurt me? What do you mean?” You find it hard to envision Levi causing you any harm. He's always so considerate and careful around you, always cautious not to leave even the slightest mark. You're aware of his strength, his lithe and muscular physique, his claws and fangs, but the idea of him hurting you feels far-fetched. “I've heard about knots. I- I don't think I'd mind it, if that's what you're worried about.”

“I’m not a fucking mutt,” Levi retorts, a mixture of amusement and annoyance evident in his tone. “It’s different for us cats. We have barbed dicks. There’s a reason why it’s always one and done with cats – it fucking hurts.”

Surprise and disbelief flood your expression as you attempt to visualize what he’s describing. Worry creeps in as your mind conjures up unsettling images. “Barbs? Like spikes?” you ask cautiously, your voice carrying a mixture of curiosity and concern.

Levi nods, his expression a complex blend of frustration and sadness, his ears tilting back in a sign of his unease. “It’s somewhat similar to the function of knots, locking the male inside to ensure successful mating. The barbs dig in painfully. You’d bleed.” The seriousness in Levi’s gaze is evident, his concern for your well-being palpable. “I don’t want you to experience that. It’s bad enough that I accidentally scratch you with my claws all the time.” To underscore his point, the tips of his claws graze gently along your thigh, a delicate touch that contrasts with the potential harm they could cause.

Curiosity guides your next question, your mind still trying to grasp the concept. “Then why would the females ever want that?”

Levi’s reply is swift, his tone matter-of-fact. “The barbs only come out at the end. Plus, if they’re in heat, they’re too out of it to really notice or care until after.”

“So.. we can't…” He seems deeply frustrated by that fact. Rising, you urge him flat onto his back and shift to hover over him with your thighs straddling his. “That's fine. I don't need to go all the way to be happy with you. There are other things we can do.”

His expression shifts from frustration to a mix of gratitude and warmth, his appreciation for your understanding evident.

“Can I-” Your hand ventures again, sliding along the fabric of his pant leg towards his inner thigh. The muscles there tense beneath your touch. “Can I at least see you?”

Even through the fabric of his pants, you can tell that he's softened a bit during the conversation. Your question elicits a twitch from the bulge, quickly swelling again to push the waistband of his pants away from his stomach. It reveals a tempting line of curly black hairs along his navel. Levi swallows audibly, the movement of his throat evident. “A-are you sure? I don't want to scare you.”

As you speak, you notice that his top is still on, and you quickly move to rectify that. With a gentle tug, you lift the fabric up across his stomach, your eyes searching his for any sign of discomfort or hesitation.

He swallows heavily, his gaze fixed on yours as he nods, his arms lifting helpfully so you can pull the fabric away. Flawless porcelain skin and rock-hard muscles meet your eyes, and you find yourself instinctively smoothing your hand along his frame. Your touch moves up along his pecs, where his skin is marked with sorry patches of pink from his with arousal, then down along his abs, your fingers skimming along the edge of the dark curls that disappear beneath the waistband of his pants.

“Y-yeah. Just—” His fingers tremble against your shoulder, his voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah.”

You unbutton his pants, exercising caution to not touch him too much. He already seems overwhelmed. “Boxers, huh?” you playfully remark, your eyes landing on the grey fabric. “I pegged you as more of a briefs guy.”

“They’re comfortable,” he explains defensively, his voice hitching as your fingers brush over his length.

Bobbing free from the confines of his pants, his cock appears almost normal at first glance. The flushed, dark pink hue hints at his need, and just that shade alone makes your own desire pulse. The tip, however, bears a slightly peculiar appearance. Its flared ridges are thick and wide, and the very top comes to a blunt spike-like point. That looks sort of intimidating, but the sight of familiar creamy white oozing from the tip triggers a pang of want in you.

Glancing back up to gauge his expression, you note just how pink his face is. He looks nervous, but he doesn't look particularly uncomfortable or unsettled. As your fingers trace along the curly hairs just below his belly button, his abdominal muscles tense beneath your touch. “Can I touch you?” you ask, your voice soft and considerate.

“Please,” Levi urges, his voice strained. He keeps his eyes tightly shut, his fangs sinking into his bottom lip as he fights for control. “I’m probably going to cum too fast.”

“No such thing,” you reassure him gently. Encircling him with your palm, your hand can barely encompass his girth. The tip of him just escapes your fist, peaking out swollen and pink. His skin is so warm and soft, almost like velvet against your palm. “God, you’re so adorable. I want to taste you.”

“D-don’t,” he manages, his chest heaving. His grip on the bedsheet on either side of his hips tightens, his claws digging into the fabric. “The barbs. Be careful—”

His cock is already so wet, smeared with the pre-come that's been festering and oozing from his tip for so long. Setting a slow pace, you stroke him, watching his face twist up in pleasure. “I'm the first person to touch you, huh?”

He nods in response, gasping for air. It's thrilling, being the only person to hold his cock other than himself. The first person to see the way the little pin-hole at his tip throbs, dribbling a thick glob of white that you smear with your thumb. The sound he makes is almost a mewl, soft and high. He babbles, hips lurching into your touch and back arching. It's almost like he's trying to wiggle away, all the while still seeking more. “Yours- Yours- ‘m all yours.”

Tugging his boxers down a bit further, you reveal his balls. They're big, plump and round in a way that makes your mouth water. “What about here? I'm the first person to touch you here too?”

“Y-yeah,” he manages. He shudders, body quaking from the tip of his tail to his ears. His face is flushed pink, his hair all messy splayed in a halo across the pillow. “Shit- don't stop -don't stop, please!”

“Have you ever.. explored?” you ask, fingers brushing the swollen flesh. His balls throb, shifting beneath your touch. The skin there is soft and velvety, unbelievably warm just like the hot line of his heavy cock.

“N-not really,” Levi stammers, his voice carrying a hint of insecurity. “I- ah- I don’t like how different I am from n-normal men.”

“Levi…” you say gently, leaning down to plant a quick kiss on the jut of his hip bone. Your touch is meant to reassure him, to convey your acceptance. “You are absolutely normal. More than that, you’re perfect, my unique and wonderful kitty.”

His flush deepens even further at your words, and his eyes hold a mix of vulnerability and gratitude. He shifts slightly under your touch, seemingly caught between the desire to hide and the longing for your closeness. “Yours—” he murmurs, his voice a mixture of a plea and an affirmation, as if he’s declaring his devotion to you in that single word.

“That explains why you’re so sensitive,” you coo, a warm smile gracing your lips as you continue to explore Levi’s body with gentle curiosity. Your fingers dance over his flushed skin with the lightest of touches, tracing intricate patterns that elicit soft gasps and shivers from him. “Is it safe down here?”

By your side, Levi’s tail shudders, the soft fur brushing against your arm as a visual reflection of his heightened arousal. “Yeah,” he moans, his voice slightly strained with pleasure. His eyes, half-lidded and pupils dilated, are fixed on you with a mixture of need and vulnerability. His lips part in a silent plea for more as he surrenders to the sensations your touch is conjuring within him. “The barbs start at the base, just be careful.” Despite his cautionary words, his hips instinctively arch into your touch, a silent invitation for you to explore him further.

The heat radiating from his skin seems to envelop you both, and you’re mesmerized by the raw desire he’s allowing you to witness. Your fingers continue their delicate exploration, trailing down along sensitive skin between his thighs. Gently cupping his balls, your touch elicits a sharp inhale from Levi, his body quivering with anticipation. Pressing another soft kiss to his skin, this time closer to the root of his cock, his breath hitches and he gasps shakily.

Levi’s gaze locks onto yours, his eyes revealing a mixture of vulnerability and intense longing. With each kiss you place along his skin, your mouth creates a trail of warmth and reassurance down toward his base. As you near his balls, you meet his gaze with a reassuring smile, your touch a delicate reassurance amidst the charged atmosphere. “I’ll be careful,” you promise, your voice a soothing melody in the intimate space between you.

His chest rises and falls rapidly as he nods, his lips parting in a shaky exhale. The sensations you’re evoking are evident in the way his muscles tense and quiver beneath your touch.

The next kiss lands directly on Levi's left ball, and a sharp gasp escapes his lips. One of his hands comes down urgently, fingers digging into your shoulder as his moans fill the air, his voice a beautiful symphony of need and pleasure. The raw intensity of his reaction ignites a spark of desire within you, a reminder of the power you hold to bring him to the brink of ecstasy with just a simple touch.

The skin shifts enticingly beneath your lips, its subtle movements synchronizing with the heave of his chest. Letting your tongue peak out, you savor the taste of him, an intoxicating blend of musk and salt that leaves an indelible mark on your senses. Levi's response is immediate and visceral—he whimpers loudly, his claws digging into your shoulder as the rush of pleasure courses through his body.

Suckling it between your lips, you alternate your attention to the other side, working smooth circles with your tongue. Levi's response is immediate—he curses loudly, his voice laced with a mixture of pleasure and desperation, his babbling punctuated by your name.

Swirling your tongue, you gather spit. With your mouth now slick from the saliva you've gathered, you rise to let a slow dribble fall onto his cock, making him twitch. As your fingers wrap around his throbbing length once more, you adjust your rhythm, this time moving faster and with a firmer grip, eliciting more profound moans from Levi's lips. The heady mixture of his responses, his vulnerability, and your shared intimacy ignites a fire within you, making you want to take him higher and higher.

His eyes are pinched tight, and his expression is one of utter vulnerability and pleasure. “Keep your eyes closed,” you command in a soft, soothing tone. “Imagine you're inside me, that this is my pussy, tight around you and squeezing you.”

“Shit,” he swears breathlessly, the intensity of the moment affecting his ability to form coherent sentences. “Soft. I bet you're so soft. And warm.”

“Imagine it. Can you smell how wet I am for you?” you whisper, your voice a seductive murmur.

Nodding, his nose flares as he inhales your scent, his senses overwhelmed by the arousing fragrance. “So fucking wet,” he babbles almost mindlessly, caught in the sensations and the vivid mental image you’ve painted for him. “I want it. I want it. Fuck! I'm close.”

Feeling the pulsing rhythm of his cock beneath your touch, you tighten your grip slightly, matching his urgency. “Come for me,” you encourage, your voice a gentle coaxing.

His responses become more urgent and fragmented, his words a series of desperate pleas. “Let go! Let go! Let go!”

Following his urging, you release your grip, watching as his cock throbs against his stomach. The room is heavy with tension, and you're both caught in the intensity of the moment. His body tenses and shudders, and you observe as he surrenders to the pleasure, his release finally washing over him in waves of blissful ecstasy.

His climax is a unique experience, more of a slow oozing than the forceful spurts you’d expected. Only a handful of spurts shoot forth, with one managing to land on your chin. The rest pools down his cock and mingles with the dark hair around its base, creating a glistening mess that coats his stomach.

Levi lays limp, his chest heaving as he recovers from the intense pleasure he just experienced. His breath comes in ragged gasps, and his expression is one of both satisfaction and dazed contentment.

Shuffling up, you reposition yourself, sitting higher on his thighs as you watch his face. He’s still lost in the aftermath, and you’re content to offer him the space and time he needs to come back to himself.

Swiftly swiping at the mess rapidly dripping down your chin, you gather it on the pads of your fingers before bringing them to your mouth. “Mhmm,” you hum eagerly, savoring the taste. Levi’s eyes are barely open, his gaze reduced to tired slits, watching you. The provocative action elicits another reaction from him, his chest heaving as he releases a long, shaky breath.

As Levi struggles to regain his composure, you observe his rapidly softening cock lying limp near your thigh. The barbs that were once hidden beneath his flushed skin are now exposed, sticking out like bristles. They’re scattered all along his shaft with no particular pattern, an intriguing and somewhat intimidating sight. You tentatively press your finger against one of the white spikes near his still-throbbing head, and Levi lets out a long whine in response. They prove to be slightly malleable as you explore, giving way slightly beneath the pressure of your thumb. Even as he softens and his erection shrinks, the barbs remain out, sharp and prominent.

Several minutes pass before Levi is able to speak again. His chest heaves, his gaze foggy and dazed. His fingers find their way to your thigh, tugging lightly at the hem of your shorts. He licks his lips, his voice rough with exhaustion. “I… I want to eat you out, but I don’t think I can move.”

You can't help the soft laugh that escapes your lips. “That’s fine. Tonight was all about you,” you assure him with a warm smile. “And maybe we can make things about you more often from now on?”

He swallows heavily, his voice thick with a mix of emotions. “You’re going to be the death of me.” His hand moves, slow and deliberate as if it takes all of his energy, and he tentatively curls his fingers around your wrist. His mouth opens and closes, struggling to find the right words amidst his fatigue. “There… there is something we could explore… if you’re open to it.”

“Oh?”

“I’ve been meaning to bring this up for a while, but I wasn’t quite sure how to approach the topic. And I wasn’t sure if you were even interested in mating.”

The word “mating” hangs in the air, carrying a weight of potential and uncertainty. A mixture of excitement and nervousness settles in your chest as you lock eyes with him. “I am. I want to. I want you. If there are options, I'm open to trying anything.”

Levi shifts slightly, his grip on your wrist tightening as he continues to share his thoughts. “It's a device, something that applies pressure and prevents the barbs from emerging.” He motions vaguely towards his now-soft cock, which rests innocently against his thigh. The barbs have retracted back into his shaft, and with the pointed tip tucked within the sleeve of his foreskin, it looks almost human. “I'll essentially have a knot, like a damn dog,” he grumbles with a hint of frustration. “But I want you. I want you to be mine. My mate.”

His vulnerability tugs at your heartstrings, and the openness in his eyes makes your stomach flutter with anticipation. “I think I'm falling in love with you.” The words slip out without a filter, your emotions laid bare. “Sorry. Damn it.” Heat rushes to your cheeks, embarrassment coursing through you. You roll onto your side, hiding your blushing face in the sheets. “Just forget I said that.”

Levi's touch on your shoulder is gentle, a soothing reassurance. “Hey,” he urges softly, encouraging you to face him again. “Hey, come here.” Your eyes meet, and he cradles your face tenderly, his thumb tracing your cheekbone. “I – fuck, you know I’m shit with words. But I feel the same way.”

“Really?” Emotion swells within you, a mixture of happiness and relief.

“Yeah,” he assures you softly, his eyes locking onto yours with a mixture of earnestness and affection. Tugging gently on your shoulder, he guides your head to rest against his chest, his hand patting your back in a soothing rhythm. “I’ve been trying to figure out how to ask you to move in for weeks.”

A warm chuckle escapes you as you settle into the comfortable embrace. You can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath you, the sound of his heartbeat a comforting backdrop to the moment. “I basically already am,” you reply playfully, a hint of amusement in your voice. You’ve practically become a permanent fixture in his apartment, your belongings seamlessly blending with his.

As you lay there, nestled against him, a soft rumble of a purr begins to emanate from his chest. The sound is like a gentle vibration, soothing and lulling. “I’ll make an appointment at the Hybrid Center first thing in the morning,” he continues, his voice quiet. “Knowing how the medical system works, who knows how long it’ll take to get the thing.”

“An appointment?” Your curiosity is piqued. “You have to see your PCP?”

“Yeah? How else do you think we'll get it?” Levi pats your back playfully. “We need to get the Barb-Ring as soon as possible. I want to be able to mate you properly.”

“I assumed we could just pick it up at Walmart,” you joke lightly. “Maybe CVS if we're feeling fancy.”

“It has to be custom-fitted,” Levi explains, his voice suddenly serious. “Shit’s going to be embarrassing.”

“I can imagine,” you respond empathetically. “Do you want me to come with you?”

Levi shakes his head slightly. “I'll just bring home the brochure.”

“Brochure?”

It ends up taking several weeks for Levi to secure an appointment with his doctor. The day arrives, bright and early, on an odd Tuesday morning. You wake up to find Levi already pacing anxiously in the entryway, the upcoming experience clearly weighing on his mind. Shortly after he leaves for his appointment, you decide to lighten the mood by sending him a playful text. You attach a few suggestive pictures of yourself along with the message, 'Make sure they get the measurements right' and add a winking emoji. His response comes in the form of a simple frown. Not an emoji, just written out in plain text.

About an hour later, he returns home, his face a bright shade of red. Clutched in his hand is a pamphlet. It turns out to be several pages of images showcasing what appears to be a modified cock-ring. The pamphlet presents various options: different colors, textures, and even single-use rings that come in a variety of flavors. Among the choices are vibrating rings and even a glow-in-the-dark option, which makes you chuckle as you jokingly urge Levi to consider it.

After browsing through the pamphlet together, you both settle on the most basic and reusable ring. While the idea of a vibrating ring is tempting, you decide against it, taking Levi's inexperience into consideration to avoid overwhelming him. Two long weeks after your initial conversation, the order is finally placed. All you can do is wait.

As time passes, you both grow more familiar and comfortable with each other. The transition to living together proves to be seamless, with your daily routines blending effortlessly. You share intimate moments, exploring each other's desires and boundaries. Your collection of toys becomes a shared playground, Levi fucking you with your vibrator in place of his prickly cock. He even introduces you to his own carefully chosen toy—a spine-safe fleshlight—and the sight of him using it for you while you pleasured yourself is a memory you'll savor on long nights while he's away.

Yet, the desire continues to build. With each passing night, the anticipation reaches new heights. And then, after an additional two weeks of longing, the eagerly awaited package is finally scheduled to arrive in the mail.

During your shift, your phone buzzes, and excitement surges through you as you behold an unexpected sight. While Levi often sends you messages during your work hours, this time it's different—a photo. The image captures a nondescript cardboard box resting innocently on the kitchen counter. Overwhelmed by the rush of emotions, you find yourself at a loss for words, responding with a string of incoherent characters. The remaining six hours of your shift stretch out, each minute feeling like an eternity as you're consumed by eager anticipation.

Upon returning home, you find Levi eagerly waiting at the door. His embrace is tight, wrapping around you before you can even shed your shoes or drop your bag. Soft kisses pepper your neck, and the rumbling of his contented purring vibrates against your chest, filling you with a sense of warmth. Holding him close, you share in his excitement, feeling as though this long-awaited moment is almost surreal. “Is this real? I can’t believe this is happening,” you whisper, your disbelief and joy evident.

“It is. Fucking finally,” he affirms, his tongue’s roughness sending shivers down your spine as it traces a tantalizing path along your neck.

Levi continues to purr against your skin, his tongue tracing patterns along your pulse. He's shirtless, clad only in his pajama bottoms -a pair of gray sweatpants that have no business being as hot as they are. Breaking away from his embrace, you kick off your shoes. His hands don't leave you, tugging aimlessly at the bottom edge of your shirt. Your gaze falls on the empty kitchen counter, and you inquire with curiosity, “Where’s the box? Have you opened it already?”

A blush creeps up his face, his ears tilting back shyly as his eyes momentarily avoid yours. “Wait a minute. Are you wearing it?” you ask with an eager grin.

His ears flatten back along his head, an adorable display of embarrassment that doesn't go unnoticed. "I wanted to make sure it works," he admits, his voice carrying a mixture of defensiveness and eagerness.

"During work? How naughty," you playfully tease, a knowing grin spreading across your face. Pulling him close once again, you can feel a distinct hardness pressing into your hip. Despite your banter, you're envious of how Levi occasionally has the opportunity to work from home due to his computer savvy nature. You often can't resist the urge to make the playful joke that he's "good with mice." "And does it?" you inquire with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah," he confirms, a note of satisfaction in his voice. "Couldn't get it off though. I've been hard on and off all day."

"I haven't been doing much better. I think my coworkers noticed something was up," you confess, a smirk playing on your lips. Especially since you let out an embarrassing, loud squeal when you received his text. Your eyes hold a playful glint as you continue, "You don't know how tempting it was to use some PTO and come home early."

"You should've. I miss you when you're gone," he admits, the words carrying a tender weight that makes your heart tighten in your chest, as though someone's gently squeezing it. “Plus, you work too hard. That place doesn't deserve you.”

"And what do I say? 'I'm sorry, I have to go home, my cat misses me'," you reply, mimicking an apologetic tone, a hint of playfulness in your voice.

"Hey," Levi responds with a soft chuckle, his tail wagging behind him in feigned frustration. "I think I'm more than just a house cat." His eyes lock onto yours, filled with affection and a touch of mischief.

"You're right. You're absolutely right," you admit with a warm smile, leaning in to press your lips against his. His hand reaches up, fingers tangling in the hair at the back of your head as the kiss deepens. Your fingers graze his cheek softly, and then you pull back slightly, a playful glint in your eye. "Did you cut your nails?" you inquire with a teasing tone, a hint of mischief in your voice.

“Yeah,” he admits, suddenly a touch timid, his head slightly ducked. “I thought it might help things go a bit smoother.” You pout mournfully, looking at the rounded, blunt edges of his nails. “Don’t worry, they’ll grow back,” he quickly reassures you, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"I'll miss them," you admit, a faint frown tugging at your lips as you trace your finger along the clipped edge of his thumbnail. The gesture holds a mixture of affection and concern, a reflection of your feelings. You hate that he feels the need to change a part of himself for your sake, a sentiment that's clear in your eyes and your touch.

"Just for this time," he assures you with a soft whisper, his voice carrying a comforting tone. Leaning up, his nose gently brushes against your cheek, and he leaves a tender kiss there. "I wanted this time to be special," he explains, his words filled with sincerity and a touch of vulnerability, conveying his heartfelt intention to make this moment unique and cherished for both of you.

"Okay," you sigh, a mixture of emotions in your tone. Gently lifting his hand, you guide it to cup your cheek, your lips pressing a soft kiss to his palm. "I appreciate the thought," you add, conveying your gratitude for his consideration.

With the grip of his hand against your face, he tugs you closer, aligning your bodies more closely. The kiss that follows is a blend of passion and urgency, a simmering heat that ignites between your lips as his tongue explores your mouth with a fervent intensity.

"I can't wait to be inside you," he murmurs against your lips, his words laced with a raw desire that sends shivers down your spine. Urgency takes over as he tugs at your clothing, his movements driven by a passionate impatience. Your own senses blur as you reciprocate, a fierce intensity guiding your actions. In a dizzying rush, you find yourselves stumbling onto the softness of the mattress, Levi's weight pressing down on you.

He kisses you with an almost primal hunger, his lips and tongue exploring yours as if he's trying to consume every part of you. The sensation is electric, igniting a fire that courses through your veins, leaving you breathless and yearning for more. His hips lurch into yours, the hot and heavy line of his cock rubbing right across your clit.

"Fuck," you wheeze, your breath coming in ragged gasps as your head falls back, exposing your neck to him. The sensation of his lips on your skin sends shivers down your spine, and you can't help but arch your back, your nails lightly dragging along the smooth skin of his back. Your hips move with an instinctual urgency, grinding back against him. "I don't think I'm even going to need any prep-work. I've been wet for hours," you admit with a husky breath, desire lacing your voice.

Somewhere between the entryway and the bed, your top has vanished, leaving your upper half bare against his warm chest. Your breasts press enticingly against him as your chest heaves with each labored breath. Your pants, however, still cling to your lower half, a detail that adds a frustrating edge to the building pleasure. The rhythmic grinding continues, a steady and intense friction that leaves you craving more.

"I'm gonna fuck you open with my fingers anyways," Levi responds, his voice a low, lustful murmur. "I didn't clip my nails for nothing."

You gasp, your hips jerking in response. “Please,” you beg, the urgency evident in your voice. “Ah, fuck- just get on with it already then.”

“Always so needy,” he playfully teases, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Rising up on his hands, Levi swiftly shifts his focus to tug your pants down. Your hands join his, your hips lifting in a rush of anticipation as you both work together to undo the button and push the fabric down.

“Shut up,” you retort with a grin, a playful edge to your tone. “Like there isn’t already a stain on the front of your sweats.” You can't see it, but you know you're not wrong.

“Shit, you’re soaked,” he breathes, his eyes locked on the dark fabric at the crotch of your underwear. Tugging the fabric to the side, the heat in his gaze causes a pleasurable shiver to course through you, your body responding to his intensity. “So pretty,” he adds, his voice a husky murmur, as he continues to watch you with a hunger that leaves you throbbing openly under his scrutiny. “Are you that excited for my cock?”

“Y-yeah,” you admit shakily. He tugs the material down. Two fingers swipe one long path between your folds, gathering up the copious slick there to swirl a quick rhythm into your clit. “Ah- Levi- fuck-”

"Can't believe I've never put my fingers in you before," he murmurs, the anticipation evident in his tone as he presses the tips of his fingers teasingly along the rim of your entrance. "How many do you want? Two? Three?"

"Two," you urge him, your voice carrying a mixture of need and impatience. "Start with two."

His fingers slip inside effortlessly, the sensation a blend of stretch and fullness as they curl curiously within your velvety walls. "Fuck, you're so soft," he groans appreciatively, his voice a husky whisper filled with desire. "I can't wait to feel it."

He sets a dizzyingly fast rhythm, each movement driving you further into a haze of pleasure.

Your hands work swiftly, tugging down the band of his sweats to release his cock. The dark black Barb-ring is wrapped snugly around the base, a striking contrast against his flushed skin. It makes him look even thicker, the tip of his shaft flushed a deep red that looks almost painful. "Can you cum with that on? It looks tight," you inquire, your curiosity mingling with your own arousal as you take in the sight before you. It looks far too much like a cock-ring.

“Probably too quickly,” he admits with a breathy chuckle.

“I’m—ah—nhgg, I’m pretty keyed up too,” you assure him, your words punctuated by a gasp as the sensation of his fingers continues to drive you closer to the edge.

Your hand wraps around him, fingers sliding along his length as you match the rhythm of his fingers thrusting within you. The wetness he’s been leaking for who-knows-how-long makes his shaft slick and shiny beneath your touch.

He throbs, heavy and thick in your palm. “I—shit—ah—I don’t think I can wear a condom like this. I can pull out if—”

“No!” you quickly cut him off, your response firm and unwavering. “No, I want you to cum inside.”

"Shit—Yeah?" he responds, his expression dazed as he envisions the scenario. As a third finger joins the others, stretching you further, a sensation of fullness spreads through you. "You want that? My cum in you?" he asks, a mixture of amazement and desire in his voice.

"Fuck—" you gasp, your own desire mingling with a touch of disbelief. "Yeah, I've been thinking about it for months."

"Months?" he questions, his eyebrows raised in surprise. "Me too," he admits with a husky chuckle. Slowly pulling his fingers free, he uses his tongue to lap at the cum coating his digits. "I've been imagining it, my seed leaking out from your little hole. I wonder how it'd taste."

“I can't wait any longer.” Shifting slightly, he positions himself at your entrance, the oddly thick and pointed tip of him teasing your rim. "Are you ready?"

You nod, tugging at his shoulders to encourage him to lower his chest against yours. "How do you want to do this? Since I'm more experienced, I can ride you if that's more comfortable."

"No, I want to fuck you like this," he insists, determination in his voice. Rubbing the tip of himself back and forth along your slick folds, he gradually enters you, the stretch and fullness making you shudder at the sensation. He fills you inch by inch, the pace agonizingly slow yet incredibly intense.

"Shit-shit-shit," Levi chants almost thoughtlessly, his eyes tightly shut. The muscles along his shoulders tense and the grip on your hips tightens, his body reacting to the overwhelming pleasure. "You're so—fuck—god!"

"Ah—oh!" Your moans echo his, the pleasure intensifying as he pushes deeper. He might not be overly long, but his width stretches you impossibly wide. It's almost too much. It's a level of fullness you’ve never experienced before, and the overwhelming sensation leaves you gasping for breath.

With his length finally buried to the hilt inside you, Levi stills, his eyes clenched shut as he adjusts to the sensation. His expression reflects his overwhelming pleasure, his mouth slightly agape in a breathless 'o'. His fingers tremble on your hips, a mix of awe and desire evident in his touch. "Fuck, I'm definitely not gonna last long," he admits with a ragged breath, his admission a mixture of exhilaration and the intense need to hold back his climax.

Seeing him overwhelmed only pushes you closer to the edge, your own desire building with each passing moment. Involuntarily, your hips roll against his, making him gasp as he slips out of you by just an inch.

"Shit," he mutters, his eyes fixed between your bodies as he observes himself sliding out, the glistening skin of his cock wet and slick, threads of moisture stretching and clinging to him. "Look at that. It's like you don't want to let me go."

A surge of need courses through you, and your hips jolt again, the sensation of your wet entrance clinging to him driving you wild. "Levi! Please!" you plead, your voice a mix of desperation and longing.

With a deep groan, his hips snap forward to meet yours. The pleasure rockets through your body, your head falling back and your back arching as you feel him pressing into you fully. You're acutely aware of the press of his balls against the crease of your ass, adding to the overwhelming sensation. He sets a rapid, frantic pace that leaves you gasping, your senses overwhelmed by the intensity.

"Fuck—you're so fucking soft. Tight and fuckin’ perfect. And wet," he groans, his voice laced with desire and amazement. "Do you hear that?"

You do. The sound of him thrusting into you is a symphony of lust—wet, filthy, and so incredibly loud that it reverberates in your ears, your body throbbing around him in response. Moans tumble from your lips, your senses consumed by the raw pleasure of the moment.

Reaching between the two of you, his thumb begins to work dizzying circles into your clit, adding a new layer of stimulation to the already intense sensations. "I'm close! I'm gonna cum," he breathlessly admits, the anticipation evident in his voice. "Gonna fill you up so much that you'll be dripping."

The intensity of his words pushes you right to the edge. So close to climax that you can almost taste it on the tip of your tongue. “Fuck- I’m close too! I- I need-” you manage to utter amid moans and gasps, your desperation palpable. The intensity of your need leaves you almost breathless, every nerve in your body alight with anticipation. “-bite me! Bite me- Bite me- I need it!”

In response, he sinks his fangs slightly into the skin of your pulse, just where your neck meets your shoulder. The slight pain propels you beyond the brink, and you shatter into a powerful climax. The pleasure that courses through your veins is electric and all-consuming, every muscle in your body tensing before surrendering to the ecstasy. Your climax arrives with a force that seems to wash away everything but the raw, primal sensation coursing through you. The power of the release leaves you gasping, your body trembling helplessly against his as you ride out the waves of pleasure.

Your name spills from his lips in a drawn-out moan, a symphony of pleasure and need. His throbbing inside you intensifies, and you can feel the base of him, likely the barb-ring, swelling wide. The sensation stretches the ring of your entrance almost painfully as his hips begin to stutter, a clear sign that he's on the brink of his own climax.

Burying his face into your neck, Levi presses heavily against you, his lips finding purchase on your sweaty skin as a hot, primal moan escapes his mouth. The following noise sounds like the air is punched out of his chest, a long whine bathing your neck in warmth. His hips jerk involuntarily, his fingers shuddering on your hips as he rides out his orgasm. In the throes of pleasure, he manages to push himself somehow deeper, his movements guided by a carnal need to feel every inch of his swollen shaft against your slick walls. The swollen bulb at the base of his cock stretches your entrance wide as he works it all the way past the threshold.

He shudders against you, the aftershocks of his climax coursing through his body as he pours his warmth into you. The sensation of his cock lurching inside you, the heat of his release filling you, creates a heady mix of pleasure and connection that leaves you both breathless. His climax extends and amplifies your own, the pleasure of it intense and almost blindingly sharp.

Afterward, Levi's body goes completely limp, his weight heavy and relaxed against you. The room is filled with the sound of your ragged breaths, chests rising and falling in tandem as you both struggle to catch your breath. The intensity of the moment leaves you both spent and sated.

You're the first to somewhat recover, your touch gentle as you softly pat his back, offering a comforting gesture as he comes down from the height of pleasure. The silence envelops you both, a soothing stillness that contrasts with the frenzied passion that had consumed you mere moments ago.

A soft rumbling breaks the silence, the rhythmic hum of Levi's purring vibrating into your torso. The post-orgasmic contentment is palpable as he stretches languidly, his movements limited by the fact that you're still intertwined. With a happy sigh, Levi nuzzles into your neck, the sensation accompanied by a soft, contented hum. "Mate," he coos, his voice tired yet filled with happiness, slightly rough from the exertion. "I love you."

His words hang in the air, a profound declaration that catches you off guard. Your breath hitches at the weight of his confession. He's never said it before, not out loud. You wind your fingers into his hair, guiding him up to meet you for a slow and tender kiss. "I love you too," you respond, fighting to keep your voice even.

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poisonpeche · 2 years

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Omg your toe beans kitty Levi drabble was so stinking cute 😭 would kitty Levi ever get a lil feisty and like pounce on you? Like you can see his tail twitching a little back and forth and his pupils are super wide and then *pounce* gotcha - and then it’s just nuzzles and purring and soft petting 🥰

The week before his heat begins, Levi gets so damn feisty.

And much to his dismay, hopelessly needy.

Constantly stalking around the house, hiding in spaces you didn’t even know existed in your tiny studio apartment. Yowling so loudly for you by the door while you’re away. It’s just so damn much.

And where the hell are you?

The way you can just leave him like this. It puts him in such a foul mood.

And when you come home? It’s like you’re not even there. Just typing away on that damn computer while he’s sweating through his coat and tail. Panting and alone. He…He just needs you. And you’re not there.

Yeah sure, you’re working over time so you can buy him the new set of garters he asked for, but still…

He slinks into the room and you don’t even look up. He can’t even get your attention with the new collar he put on just for you. A thick black leather strap with a gold ring fastened in the middle against his straining throat.

His Adam’s apple grating against the taught leather before asking you what’s been on his mind all damn day. Eating away at him…

Before he can open his mouth, you’re already waving him off with a raised hand and a furrow in your brow as you squint against the light of your laptop.

Utterly incredulous, his ears drop flat against his silky black hair as he assumes a low crouch against the floor with his back unnaturally arched.

He stares so intensely at you out of the corner of your eye, tail bristled and switching feverishly as he plants his feet so hard into the rug before you. His hips begin to twitch readying himself as his narrowed pupils slip into black pools and he fucking pounces on you of all things.

“Levi!”

Your laptop is sent flying into the soft plush of the couch, but you’re still so shocked by the sudden force of him. He’s never done something so…juvenile.

Kitten-like.

Is something wrong?

He’s on top of you now with the air punched out of you. His face is buried so far into your chest in shame, huffing.

He wont even look at you.

Your hands hesitantly feather up his sides, over his broad shoulders, cupping his neck and lightly scratching behind his ears. Just the way he likes.

He couldn’t hold the purr in if his life depended on it. Not with you.

His muffled face vibrates against your collar bone and is that…is that something wet on your neck?

“Levi? Baby, are you crying?”

The tiny shake of his head says it all.

“My love, look at me…”

He pushes deeper into you, trying to outrun your gentle kindness he surely doesn’t deserve a bit longer. Before he has to face himself again.

You can’t take this. Your hands find both sides of his face and lift his chin up to look at you.

“Levi, honey…”

His eyes are already red rimmed and raw.

Eyes so glassy that he tries to hide them with his dark lashes as they flutter shut in embarrassment.

A blush across his heated cheeks to the top of his ears. Splotches of red down his chest and neck. He’s burning up to the touch.

All you can do is cradle him against you and on instinct he curls up tight in your lap, nuzzling into the comforting rise and fall of your chest.

“I just…”

Fuck, why is he so nervous?

“Levi, you can tell me. I’m here.”

“I just…Just missed you ‘s all.”

You press him impossibly deep into your warm hold and he exhales with a shuddering sigh. His breath fans over the salt of his shame drying on your skin.

You thumb a tear threatening to break over his lash line again and kiss his head so softly. His tail settles down and curls around you.

“My pretty baby…” You rest your hand under his new collar with a sigh. He must’ve worn it just for you.

“I’m so sorry that you’ve been alone. I’m here now, okay?”

Another one of your healing kisses is planted onto his forehead.

“I’ll try to make time for just us while I work on this project. How’s that sound, hm?”

He curses himself for ever getting upset with you in the first place.

You’re working so hard for him after all.

Somehow he’s still selfish for you like this.

He just adores you and wants it all.

His thank you and I’m sorry are so small that you can’t even be mad at him for his little outburst.

All you can think to do is hold him so tight as he dozes off in your arms. The best sleep he’s had in days.

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[[A/N: okay so this has been months in the making! It all started as an unhinged convo in the discord and I took on this story as a project, despite only just starting to write fanfic again.

This story will be posted in multiple parts (it's still in progress!) But I wanted to start putting the finished parts up.

I've never written this kind of fantasy before, so I'm sorry if it sucks! 😅]]

FAMILIAR TERRITORY

Part 1

You lightly tapped your pen against the paper in front of you as your eyes drifted back to the window for the umpteenth time in the last five minutes. You were supposed to be taking notes about Victorian Literature, but with spring edging away the last dregs of winter, you could only think of being outside. Only twenty minutes left.

Your gaze was drawn rather suddenly to the window near the front of the classroom. A small black cat sat perched on the outer sill, staring intently into the room. If you didn’t know any better, you’d have thought that it seemed to be staring at you. You slowly tilted your head to the side and watched with a quiet horror as the cat did the same. After staring for another minute, you shook your head and turned your attention back to the lecture. You decided that your recent string of late nights doing homework and writing papers must have been getting to you.

You tried to focus on the professor’s words, but movement at the corner of your eye pulled your attention back to the wall of windows to your left; specifically to the pane of glass closest to you. The cat had moved and was sitting directly across from you; continuing to stare.

And it was definitely staring at you.

You forced yourself to turn away and spent the remaining minutes of the lecture desperately trying to ignore the tingling feeling seeping into your nerves. In the back of your head, you swore you could feel the unnaturally silvery eyes of the cat boring into you.

When class finally ended – the last ten minutes a veritable eternity – you sprang out of your seat and shuttled through the crowds on your way to your room. Once outside, you spotted the cat again; it was following you at a distance. People stepped around it, and you heard someone comment on the number of strays in the area. Someone bent to pet it, but it easily stepped away, eyes on you the entire time.

You slipped into a larger throng as you neared the campus centre, hoping to lose the animal. For a while, it seemed to work; you didn’t see any flashes of black fur between the bodies crowding around you. As the people dispersed in different directions at a junction in the sidewalk, you picked up your pace, speedwalking through the parking lot that separated your row of townhouses from the rest of the campus.

Just before you reached the walkway to your unit, the cat nimbly jumped in front of you, a small petulant meow breaking into the air between you.

“Holy shit!” you exclaimed, dropping your keys.

The cat settled onto the concrete of the walk and watched as you very slowly reached down to pick your keys back up. You couldn’t decide if it was because the feline made you nervous or because your gaze was held in place by some other force, but you found that you couldn’t break eye contact the entire time you bent to retrieve your lanyard.

A long silence followed as you stared each other down. Somehow, it felt like the cat creased its expression into a frown as it considered you.

“Get out of here!” you yelled out. You waved your free arm for emphasis, but the cat did not budge. “Go on!”

Another thirty seconds dripped by, slow as molasses.

“Fine. Suit yourself,” you huffed as you walked past and to your door.

The cat followed at your heels and slipped into your townhouse immediately behind you. You shut and locked the door, setting your keys onto a table near the entrance. You watched as the feline jumped onto the counter in the kitchenette and spun to stare at you again. You slipped your shoes off, set your backpack down on the couch, and stepped to the refrigerator.

“I guess you’re probably hungry, huh?” You rummaged in the fridge and pulled out a can of tuna. “Well, all I’ve got that’s remotely cat-friendly is tuna fish, so I hope you don’t mind being a cliche.”

You popped the can open and set it on the counter. Steely eyes watched you for a moment before the cat leaned down and gingerly took a bite. You heard what sounded very near to a scoff before it continued to eat. You sighed and sat on a barstool in front of the counter.

“You’re kind of a weird cat. Stalking people. Staring at them with that look like you might eat them or something.” You slid your hand up to cradle your chin as you watched it eat.

Another scoff-sounding noise came from the animal between bites.

“Look, you can’t really stay here, you know?” You drummed your free hand on the countertop. “I’m not allowed to have pets in campus housing.”

When it finished with the can, the cat sat again and returned to staring at you with its icy grey eyes. The intensity of its gaze half convinced you that it was debating saying something. Some part of you wondered how surprised you would be if it started talking, right there on the countertop.

“Right…” you murmured uneasily. “You can at least stay the night, I guess. The shelter’s probably closed by now, anyway.”

The cat swished its tail and you heaved an exasperated sigh.

“Okay. Well, I have homework to do. I can’t exactly spend all night talking to you like you understand me.” You hauled yourself off the stool, grabbed your backpack, and walked to your room upstairs. You were unsurprised to find that the cat followed close behind.

With your bedroom door closed and the curtains drawn, you slipped out of your day clothes and into a loose t-shirt and shorts. You sat at your desk, woke your computer up, and opened a playlist you liked to listen to when you did homework; instrumental music that was upbeat enough to keep you energized. The lack of lyrics helped ensure you wouldn’t get distracted by the background noise.

You started in on your homework, spending the first couple of hours picking your way through the stuff from your core classes first. A light tap on your door startled you from your concentration.

“Is that you, Casey?” you called out, pausing your playlist.

“Hey, roomie,” your roommate said as she pressed the door open and poked her head through. “You’ve been up here for hours and didn’t come down for dinner, so I bought you some of the stir fry I made.”

Casey carried in a plastic plate of food – comprised mainly of fried rice – and set it down on your desk. She fished a spoon and chopsticks from the back pocket of her jeans and set them down next to the plate. She glanced around the room, her eyes pulled to the uncharacteristically black mass on your pale blue bedspread and let out a startled shout. You twirled around in your chair to catch the nightshine of your new companion staring back.

“Is that…a cat?” Casey asked, placing a hand to her chest as though to steady her breathing.

“Oh, yeah.” You turned back and spooned a mouthful of rice into your mouth. “It followed me back home earlier. Not really sure why, but it doesn’t seem to want to leave my side.”

“Well, it’s cute at least,” Casey said, recovered enough to give the animal a little wave. She nudged your shoulder with a wink. “I think you should keep it. I won’t tell if you won’t!”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, okay?” you said with a laugh. “It’s probably someone’s cat that got out or something.”

“Well, I’m just saying: if you decide to keep it, I’ve got your back,” Casey said. She placed a hand on your shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Anyway, it’s late and I’m going to bed. Don’t stay up too late!”

You waved as your roommate closed the door. Another spoon of rice made its way to your mouth and you spun in your chair to face the cat. It was staring at you again, the nightshine of its eyes capturing your gaze. You struggled to blink and look away, your nerves pricking up again.

“Look, I don’t have a cat bed, obviously, so you can sleep at the foot of my bed.” You gestured with your spoon. “If you try to attack my feet in the middle of the night, though, I’m going to lock you in the closet. And would you mind not staring at me constantly? It’s pretty creepy."

You spun back around and started on your calculus homework, interspersing the scratches of your pen with spoonfuls of rice before you finally found the vegetables and meat hidden underneath. After another half hour or so, a bored-sounding baritone voice broke into the room.

“So, are you going to give me my name, or what?”

Your pen scratched to a halt on the page in front of you, your every nerve instantly on edge. Slowly, you spun back around to face the cat. It stared, not moving beyond a flick of the tail.

“Uhm…” Your mind raced, trying to form a coherent string of words. “Cat? Did… you just talk?”

“Does it look like there’s anyone else in this room?”

As the cat spoke, you watched its mouth open and move very similarly to a human mouth. You felt your head get fuzzy with realization as you struggled to process what you were seeing.

“So? My name?” the cat repeated.

“I’m not sure… what? Why?”

“The summoning ritual isn’t complete until you give me my name, idiot.” The cat scoffed. “What kind of witch are you?”

“Summoning ritual?”

You suddenly remembered the ‘spell’ you had copied out from an old dusty book you’d found in the library the other day. You’d been writing a paper on pagan rituals in Victorian literature and you’d chanted the ritual out late at night, just for fun. You’d thought the rhyme had sounded menacing, almost macabre, and you’d used an exaggerated theatre voice when reciting it. It had just been for fun, or so you had thought. Now, staring at the cat that had been talking to you just a moment before, the gravity of the realization was enough to make you jump from your chair.

“That was a real spell?!” You struggled to push your volume down to avoid waking your roommate.

“Of course,” the cat deadpanned. “What did you think? Someone wrote it down for fun?”

“Well, yes!” you countered. “It’s not as though… look, I wanted to use it for my lit paper. I didn’t think it was a real spell…” You paced tight circles as you thought. “So um… if I give you a name, then what? You said it completes the ritual but what di–”

“It binds me to you as your familiar, yes.”

Somehow, it seemed like the cat sounded more annoyed every time it spoke. You walked over to the bed and sat down next to it. The animal turned to look at you, tail swishing impatiently as it waited. You considered your options for a long moment, chewing your bottom lip.

“Look, you’re clearly not prepared for this,” the cat said with a click of the tongue. “Just speak the release spell and I’ll–”

“Levi!” you blurted. “Your name is Levi.”

You watched the cat freeze, and a flicker in his eyes seemed to suggest some kind of change passing through him. You tilted your head to better watch his face and waited.

“Levi,” the cat said at last, tail swishing up into a broad circle. “I’m now bound to you through the spell. As your familiar, I will protect and advise you for as long as we both live or until you recite the release spell.”

You released the breath you didn’t realize you were holding, shoulders sagging with the exhale. Levi stared at you as though waiting for further instructions. You opened and closed your mouth, unsure what to say.

“Hey Levi?” You finally whispered, feeling ridiculous even as the words left your mouth. “Can I um… Can I pet you?”

“Yes,” Levi replied simply. “Just don’t touch my underside, or I will bite you.”

“Noted.”

You slowly reached your hand out and ran your fingers through Levi’s fur, rubbing behind one ear. On contact, you could swear you felt a vague tingling, like electricity, shoot through your arm and nestle in your chest. The sensation brought the prickle of tears to your eyes as your fingers relished in the silk-soft fur.

Levi leaned into your touch, letting out a deep groan that melted into a loud purring. As you moved your hand to scratch at his cheek, the noise got louder, filling out to the corners of the room.

“Your hands, they’re…” Levi hesitated, his eyes scrunched in concentration as if he was struggling to put his thoughts together. “Your hands are very soft.”

“So’s your fur.” You curled your hand and ran the backs of your fingers slowly down his back, smiling as Levi arched in response. You ran your hand back up towards his shoulders, ruffling the fur along the way before flattening out your palm and smoothing it back into place on the way to his tail. With each pass, Levi let out a soft moan that broke through the purring, his body arching and dipping in tandem with your strokes.

You chuckled softly to yourself, and Levi stiffened under your hand.

“What’s so damn funny all of a sudden?” he asked, pulling away and shaking his head.

“I was just thinking about how I’d better get a really good grade on that paper if I managed to summon a real life familiar whilst writing it.”

You reached out your hand towards Levi again but he sidestepped out of the way, huffing as he moved.

“Nice to see you take the contract seriously,” he muttered.

“Oh come on, I was just joking. Don’t be so grouchy.”

You yawned, stretching to expand your lungs.

“Hey, I gotta get some sleep, okay?” You stood up and walked to your desk and flipped your laptop closed before opening the door. “I’m gonna brush my teeth. I’ll be right back.”

Whilst you were in the bathroom, you thought about the spell you’d recited and the old book you’d pulled it from. Part of you wondered if all of the spells in it were real. Another part of you wondered if you were a witch now that you had a familiar.

When you returned to your room, you found Levi at the foot of the bed, curled into a tight ball, watching you. You turned off the light, shimmied out of your shorts, and slipped under the covers.

“Goodnight Levi,” you mumbled as sleep slipped in beside you.

Silence settled into the room, and you wondered briefly if he’d already fallen asleep.

“Goodnight,” Levi muttered finally. A soft smile settled on your lips as you dozed off.

#levi ackerman #kitty!levi #ferricfox writes

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m-jelly · 1 year

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I did it again 😳

I did some fanart, but this time it's kitty Levi.

He got his tongue out, his little cravat on and he's ready to steal hearts.

#kitty levi #kitty!levi #levi ackerman #levi #aot levi #snk levi #levi fanart #levi fan art

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rotttencandies · 10 months

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hearts for you!! ^.^

opens my pockets and you see them siting inside:

#fear and hunger termina #draws your horror game characters so wawa and weweified that you cant even recxognise them anymore #tralallalala i love living inside my head and rotating my kittys and bunnies #marina fear and hunger #levi fear and hunger #samarie fear and hunger

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toofarovertherainbow · 6 months

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my analysis so far this season

#undecided on whether devon levi deserves to be in here somewhere #also im convinced luke hughes is the most autistic of the three #my little kitty <3 #anyway. discuss #luke hughes #jack hughes #sidney crosby #quinn hughes #connor bedard #trevor zegras #matthew tkachuk #travis konecny #i aint tagging everyone yall will find it #nhl

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lostcauses-noregrets · 9 months

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DAMN

[New Kawasui Kawasaki Aquarium event promotion]

#eruri #erwin smith #levi ackerman #jean kirstein #eren yeager #offical art #wet kitty #snk

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cat-cosplay · 1 year

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Attack on Kitten

#cat cosplay #cosplay #cats #kitty #cats in costumes #cat #fan art #cat costume #cats of tumblr #aww #mikasa ackerman #eren #levi #scout regiment #aot #snk #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan

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the-milk-anon · 1 year

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aot recommendations

works by tay 🤍 @happybird16

fluff

modern!levi | levi being a cat dad

modern!levi | he has a picture of reader in his wallet

actor!levi | he gets injured during work

canon!levi | naps

canon!levi | cuddles

canon!levi | holding hands

canon!levi | spending the reader’s birthday in the infirmary

hurt/comfort

canon!levi | reassurance after the explosion

modern!levi | finding his mother’s belongings

smut

sub!levi | it’s daddy, not mommy

sub!levi | pegging

kitty!levi | using an anal plug on him

kitty!levi | pegging

modern!levi | his thighs are sensitive

canon!levi | paperwork can wait until tomorrow

canon!levi | he finds the reader’s confession letter

canon!levi | carriage ride

canon!levi | giving him a back massage

levi | discovering he likes a bit of pain

levi | his weakness

multiple parts

merman!levi | escape (10 chapters)

canon!levi | beloved mother (part 1)

canon!levi | beloved mother (part 2)

check out their ao3 as well <3

#tay 🤍#happybird16 #levi x reader #levi fluff #levi angst #levi hurt/comfort #levi smut #kitty!levi #merman!levi #modern!levi #sub!levi #canon!levi #levi imagine #levi headcanon #levi fic #recommendations #🗝️.aot

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happybird16 · 2 years

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Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

#official art #kitty!levi #Levi Ackerman #attack on titan #low key want that hat #attack on titan official art #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #anime #levi #brave order

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poisonpeche · 2 years

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🖤 Kitty Levi 🖤

Interested in a Custom Art Commission? Email me at [email protected] for a FREE consultation & quote!

Visit my Art Print Shop, Anime Merch Clothing Store, and Online Portfolio here.

#seconds after you shook the treat bag aka your ass #kitty!levi #levi ackerman art #levi ackerman #art commissions #art commissions open #tw hybrids #attack on titan #attack on titan art #levi ackerman fan art #attack on titan fan art #sketch #anime #anime art #art prints for sale #art by alla #my art #catboy

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theferricfox · 1 year

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[[A/N: here's part two! It's more goofiness. We'll get to more interesting stuff soon]]

FAMILIAR TERRITORY

Links: Part One

PART TWO

In the morning, you woke up to find Levi sitting at the window, watching people mill about outside.

“Mmm…” you groaned as you rubbed sleep from your eyes. “G’morning, Levi.”

“It’s about time you woke up,” Levi said. He stretched deeply, dipping his back downwards and tipping his bum up.

“How long have you been awake?”

“Three hours. I couldn’t sleep.”

You stood up and walked to the window and scratched behind one ear. Levi leaned into the touch even as he scoffed.

“Aw, sorry,” you cooed. “Hopefully you can get some rest whilst I’m in class today.”

“Don’t be stupid.” Levi swatted your hand away. “I’m not going to be staying here. I’m your familiar, not a common housecat. I’m following you.”

“Levi, you can’t come into the classrooms with me - animals aren’t allowed.”

You started to undress to get ready for the day. As you pulled your shirt over your head, you watched as Levi’s eyes briefly grew wide before he quickly turned his head back to the window. You resisted the urge to laugh at his bashfulness.

“Then I’ll stay outside and keep an eye on you through the windows,” he said. “Like I did yesterday.”

“Don’t you think people will think it’s weird for a cat to hang out on the window sill, lurking around like a creeper?”

Levi shot you a look that you swore carried disgust. You paused in slipping your clean shirt over your head, raising an eyebrow as you watched his gaze travel down to your bra. When he glanced up again and caught your expression, he turned away again.

“I’m coming. Argument over,” he declared.

You shimmied into a pair of shorts and sighed as you buttoned them closed.

“Fine. Suit yourself. Just don’t blame me if some grounds keeper calls animal control on you or something.”

You turned around, opened your bedroom door, and grabbed your backpack to head downstairs. Levi followed close at your heels.

Downstairs, Casey was nursing a cup of coffee whilst picking over a muffin. She smiled as you came in and poured yourself a mug of coffee.

“Good morning, sunshine,” she sang lightly. She reached to pat Levi’s head as he jumped onto the countertop. “And good morning, little kitty.”

“His name is Levi,” you said as you set down a can of tuna for him. “I named him last night.”

“Wait, really?” Casey gawked at you as you sipped your coffee. “Didn’t you say that he’s probably someone’s cat? Shouldn’t we bring it to the shelter and check for a chip?”

You thought for a moment, trying to come up with an excuse to avoid bringing Levi to the shelter or a store. You settled for shrugging your shoulders and sipping your coffee again.

“Honestly, the more I think about it, the more I don’t think he is someone’s cat. He’s way too small and skinny for a housecat, and he doesn’t behave like one. None of my friend’s cats ever just followed someone home for no reason. We can still check, though. It’s probably a good idea.”

“Yeah, that’s a good point,” Casey said thoughtfully. “We can go after class tonight.”

“About that.” You leaned forward and pinched a piece of your roommate’s muffin and popped it into your mouth. “He’s super clingy with me; I could hardly even go to the bathroom without him trying to follow me. I’m kind of worried he’s going to try to follow me to class.”

Levi shot you a look from where he sat eating.

“Just let him, I say.” Casey shrugged her shoulders. “He’ll learn pretty quickly when a janitor tries to swat him out with a broom or something.”

“I guess so.” You chugged the rest of your coffee and rinsed the mug in the sink before setting it aside to dry. “In any case, for now his name is Levi, unless and until we discover he’s chipped.”

“It’s a cute name,” Casey said, reaching to scratch between the cat’s shoulders. “Little Levi!”

You giggled as you watched her tap his nose. Levi shook his head and swished his tail, then thumped it on the countertop.

“I’m going to head out,” you said, hiking your pack up on your shoulders. You walked to the door and grabbed your keys. “See you later!”

Casey waved at you as you stepped out. Levi followed, keeping by your side.

“Little Levi,” he scoffed. “Should have scratched her hand right there.”

“Relax,” you said. You wondered briefly if you should act like you were talking on your phone so that people walking past you wouldn’t realize you were talking with a cat. “You’re a cute cat. What do you expect?”

“Tch.”

“Look, you can’t be walking right by my side all day like you’re my pet. People are going to think that I smuggled you onto campus or something.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Levi said. “I won’t be far. If you need me, just shout my name, and I’ll come to you.”

You watched from the corner of your eye as Levi banked wide through a crowd of feet and disappeared into nearby bushes. Someone nearby squealed that they felt something touch their leg.

You sighed heavily. How on Earth were you going to keep your head on your classes when you knew that Levi was going to be close by, watching you? You had a hard enough time yesterday when you weren’t sure that you were the object of his attention. Now that you knew that he would be watching you and that he was going to follow you home and… Well. It was going to be a trying day.

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Your classes inched by, and you found yourself constantly glancing towards the window of whatever room you were in, trying to spot Levi. Somehow, the black cat managed to disappear quite well, despite the bright sun of the day. Still, your gaze frequently drifted sideways, scanning the outer sill, bushes, and trees for a hint of silver eyes.

It wasn’t until you were in Calculus that you finally glimpsed him, sitting on a nearby dumpster with a mouse in his mouth. You grimaced at the sight and turned your head back, trying to focus on the lecture. Despite your best efforts, you found it nearly impossible to completely ignore him as he carefully picked it apart on top of the dumpster. When your morbid curiosity drew your attention back to him, you found that he had placed the mouse on a large leaf of some kind – likely from a plant the landscaping crew put in – as though it were a plate.

“He may be a cat,” you thought. “But he has got to be the weirdest cat I’ve ever seen.”

At the end of your classes for the day, you stopped at the campus cafe and grabbed a coffee before walking back to your townhouse. Once outside, you glanced around, looking for Levi, but discovered he was still out of sight. Part of you felt relieved, and you wondered if he had found a better way to follow you at a distance. You were still lost in thought, raising your coffee cup to your lips, when a hand snaked casually around your waist, startling a shout from your lips.

“Sshh,” you heard Levi’s voice next to your ear. Chills raced down your spine, halting you in place. “Don’t draw attention.”

Your neck twisted haltingly like a broken marionette to see a young man about your height, with black hair cut short and an undercut skating down the back of his head to his neck. Silver eyes returned your stare, somewhere between bored and annoyed. Pointed cat ears sat atop his head, and they flicked slightly as you gaped at him.

You couldn’t help but let your eyes travel from his face down his slender neck and to his body. Toned muscle hid beneath a plain grey button-down shirt, and black pants trailed downward to meet black loafers. You peeked quickly behind his back to see if a tail poked out from his pants – nothing.

“Le-Levi?”

“Who else would it be?” Levi muttered. He gently pushed on your back with his hand, ushering you along and away from the small clusters of people who had stopped to look on.

“But… how?! What –?” you stammered, your voice rising in pitch as you struggled not to short circuit.

Before you could ask another question, Levi stopped, spun you to face him, cupped your cheeks in his hands, and captured your lips with his own. You let out a startled shriek against his mouth, dropping your coffee in surprise. As he kept his lips pressed to yours, you found yourself growing intoxicated by how soft and plump they were. Recovering from the shock, you placed one hand around Levi’s neck and returned the kiss, losing yourself in the warmth that spread down your throat and into your chest.

A soft moan vibrated against your mouth before Levi abruptly pulled away, his cheeks flaring red. You looked into his eyes, breathless and confused.

“Get a room!” someone shouted distantly.

“We’ll talk about it when we get back to your apartment, alright?” he said, his voice husky. He shifted his eyes away to avoid yours.

“Uhm, yeah. Sure,” you whispered.

Levi wrapped his arm back around your waist and guided you in a daze towards your townhouse. Once inside, you locked the door and dropped your keys. You watched in bewilderment as Levi walked over to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of juice and drank deeply from it. You felt confusion and frustration simmering up from deep in your belly even as you became mesmerized in the bob of his Adam’s apple.

“Okay, what the actual fuck?” you shouted, reaching your limit and stomping into the kitchenette.

“I don’t know where your drinking glasses are,” Levi said simply, as though that was the issue here. He tipped the bottle back to his lips and drank the rest of the juice. You caught yourself staring at each contraction of muscle in his throat as he gulped it down.

“Not what I meant!” You held a hand to your temple and pinched your eyes shut.

“You’re not going to tell me you didn’t know that familiars can shapeshift to blend in, are you?” Levi scoffed when he was met with your dumbfounded silence. “Unbelievable. You might be the worst witch I’ve ever heard of.”

“I told you - I didn’t know it was a real spell! I don’t even know if I am a witch!” You felt like you were fighting a current of madness as you struggled to make sense of what he was saying. “I recited that stupid spell for fun – I didn’t think anything would come of it. So no, Levi, I did not know that you could shapeshift. Any other powers you want to tell me about? Laser eyes? Fireballs from your fingertips?”

“Don’t be stupid,” Levi scoffed again. “Obviously I can’t do those things.”

“Fine, whatever. Okay, you can shapeshift. Excellent.” You slumped into a chair, watching Levi as he searched the cupboards for a trash bin for the now-empty juice bottle. “Hey, why do you still have your cat ears?” You pointed to the top of Levi’s head; one pointed ear instinctively twitched.

“I like my ears,” Levi said quickly and then stammered slightly, a blush returning to his cheeks. “What I mean is… I can hear better with them. Human ears are terrible; too much sound gets muddied.”

You hummed in response and watched as he finally found the bin, both ears perking up triumphantly as he dumped the bottle into it.

“Hey Levi?” you whispered.

“Huh?” Levi turned back to face you, one ear twitching.

“Can I touch them? Your ears, I mean? I wanna feel what they’re like when you’re human.”

You watched the flush on his cheeks deepen and tumble down his neck with a certain amount of amusement. Instead of responding, Levi walked over to where you sat and knelt down, bowing his head slightly to present his ears to you.

“Just be gentle,” he muttered.

You slowly reached your hands up, fingers spread. Just as your fingertips grazed the ends of the soft hairs, the ears twitched, and you drew back, hesitant. An impatient grunt from Levi convinced you to ease your hands forward, and your fingers gently wrapped around them.

“They’re almost softer than yesterday,” you marvelled quietly. You rounded your hands to better cup the ears, gently rubbing vertical lines into black silk.

A soft buzzing drifted into the room, vibrating into your fingers and lighting up every nerve on its way to your brain. You felt dazed and distant for a moment before you were able to focus your eyes on Levi again, finding his eyes closed and his lips parted slightly. That buzzing, you realized, came from those lips, and you watched as he shifted to slightly arch his back. He leaned his head into your right hand and the noise grew louder.

“Are you… purring?” you asked, at once brimming with embarrassment and pride.

Levi’s eyes immediately shot open and he batted your hands from his head as he twisted away from you.

“You were, weren’t you?” You chuckled and craned your body around Levi’s hunched shoulders to view the deep crimson blooming onto his cheeks.

“What’s it to you?” Levi demanded, folding his arms and glaring at the floor to avoid your gaze. “Is it really so funny?”

“I wasn’t laughing to make fun of you. I was just surprised.” You held your hands up in a show of goodwill.

Silence crept into the room, holding both your voices captive for some time before Levi peeked at you over his shoulder, muttering something just barely inaudible.

“What did you say?” You leaned forward to try to hear him better.

“I said I couldn’t help the purring.” Levi turned to face you again, his eyes shining with something like need. He grabbed one of your hands and brought it back to his ear, guiding your fingers back into the long, vertical strokes you had done before. “It… feels really good.”

You smiled warmly as you continued to rub the ear, enjoying the feeling beneath your fingertips. A soft purring poured into the room again, and when you glanced down to Levi’s face, you found him staring at you, silver eyes boring into your own. It almost felt like he was stripping away any guards and barriers you had, leaving you bare before him. You lost yourself in that silver glint, captive and compelled.

Slowly, Levi fully turned himself and leaned into you, shifting his head into your lap, one cheek pressed into the meat of your thigh. His eyes closed when you shifted one hand to rub at the soft bristle of his undercut whilst the other continued to play with his ear. Levi wrapped his arms around your leg, his hands kneading into your calf.

The purring became louder, echoing through your bones as they radiated out from the epicentre in your thigh. You felt a tight warmth bloom in your belly as you watched Levi in your lap, seeming to unravel under your touch.

Suddenly, the lock of your apartment jiggled, signaling the return of your roommate. You snapped your gaze towards the door, frantically trying to come up with some lie about why you had a boy with cat ears in your lap. As your mind raced, a heaviness spread out over the top of your legs and you looked down to see that Levi had returned to his cat form, nestled into a small black loaf. He gave you a pointed stare and you returned to petting him, trying to look natural as Casey burst into the townhouse with a theatrical sigh.

“Thank the entire Greek Pantheon it’s Friday!” she declared loudly, shifting the door closed with a bump from her hip. Seeing you sitting in the kitchen, definitely looking natural, she cocked an eyebrow and said, “You look like you’re trying to hold in a shit you’ve already been brewing for three days.”

From your lap, Levi let out a small stifled laugh. Thankfully, it sounded somewhat like a sneeze and therefore unlikely to arouse suspicion. Still, you squeezed his ear slightly to keep him quiet.

“Sorry,” you said, frowning. “Levi was kneading my legs really hard just before you walked in, and it still kind of hurts.”

Levi lifted his head and shot you a look that you tried very hard to ignore. He pressed one paw’s claws slightly into your leg, making you flinch.

“Hey, I get it,” Casey said. She flung her bag to the couch with surprising accuracy. “My aunt’s cat did that all the time. Supposedly it means they really like you or something, but I always hated it.”

“Yeah,” you muttered, still ignoring Levi’s stare.

“Anyway, let’s go check for a chip, huh?” Casey jabbed her thumb towards the door behind her. “I just found out I have to go home for the weekend – cousin’s birthday party.”

“You’re leaving me all alone again?” You picked Levi up off your lap and set him on the floor. As soon as you stood up, he wrapped his tail around you and let out a long, pathetic meow! You sighed and picked him back up, cradling him against your chest. He nuzzled his head into your neck and purred loudly. Under the purr, you could swear you heard him whisper, Don’t want you to let me go yet.

“You won’t be alone,” Casey said, opening the door for you. “You’ll have your new best friend here to keep you company!”

#levi ackerman #kitty!levi #ferricfox writes

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