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xans-mindspace · 5 months

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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 — ꨄ

featuring the demon brothers !!! — gn reader — my headcanons !!! — red text in brackets = spoilers , dw it’s very clear what the spoilers are for !!! + it’s only like one minor spoiler — wc. 1.4k

ꨄ — lucifer : quality time

lucifer loves to spend time with you. this man canonically has separation anxiety mind you !!! he’d send you a random text like “come to the music room” after a long day, or he’d come up to you while you were spending time with the other brothers & tell ask you to go to his room tonight. you rush to his room, expecting to have an important and urgent conversation as he’d made it sound, only to find lucifer sitting on his sofa, a glass of wine in his unusually bare hand and another glass in front of the sofa across from him, as a calming tune plays on the music player.

if you mention the way he had made his request sound so urgent he’d simply say: “what? aren’t i allowed to spend time with my little lamb anymore?” a cheeky smirk plastered on his face.

you would end up talking to him for hours, and the next thing you know, he had somehow convinced you that walking to your room is too much for your little human body to bear this late into the night, so you found yourself warm in the comfort of his bed and his arms as you drifted off to sleep.

ꨄ — mammon : gift giving

what convinced me that mammon’s love language is gift giving is that one devilgram story (mammon at the office) where he worked his ass off to save up for a matching watch for mc ໒꒰ྀི o̴̶̷̤ ︹ o̴̶̷̤ ꒱ྀིა !!! the fact that he didn’t ask money from others like he usually does (apparent from how much debt he canonically has), ‘cuz he actually wants the gift to come from an authentic place !!! it makes it so much more meaningful <///3 and he thinks that the hard work is all worth it if it’s for you !!!

the way the first thing he thinks to do when he receives a batch of money is to take mc out on a date :( he would absolutely spoil you with anything you have your eyes on. you’d be hanging out with him, casually whining about that one thing you really want as you scrolled mindlessly through your phone. the next day, he’ll show up on your door with the exact thing in his hands !!! he def loves surprising u.

ꨄ — leviathan : quality time

levi’s favorite thing is holing up in his room and playing video games. but you rivaled against these, threatening to take their spot on the number one thing that he loves. but why deny himself both?

levi loves it when you come to his room & play games with him for hours. he used to be so used to being alone in his room, mindlessly playing the next video game he had bought. but now, his room would feel so empty without your presence in it.

it’s stupid and cringe, but levi never really cared about that sort of stuff, but you’re his player 2 !!! back then, he’d read summaries of different games. they piqued his interest. he was about to add it in his cart, before he realized it was a game that can only be played by two people. he was left disappointed before deleting the game out of his cart. he basically beamed when he realized that he can play those strictly co-op games he had to drop now that he has you. he immediately jumped to akuzon and bought every single co-op game he wanted to play but was never able to. and adding a few new ones too ! ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

ꨄ — asmodeus : physical touch

this was a given. we all know that asmo’s love language is physical touch. he just can’t help it !!! whenever he sees you still sleepy in the morning, your hair so messy, he just has to give you headpats !!! it feels like a crime not to !!!

or whenever you two are out together. walking side by side. your hands would touch and i swear to you it would send electrical shocks from the tips of his fingers to his heart. yes, he seems to always have it together, but asmo’s good at performing, right? his heart would thump just from the littlest touches and he can’t help but to intertwine his fingers with yours, holding your hand in his, feeling it click! like a piece of a puzzle connecting. it might be dramatic, but asmo never denied his love for the dramatics, it’s just who he is.

or when you’re acting oh so obliviously and unintentionally cute. how can he not want to give you a tight hug? his feelings are so explosive that he feels like the closest thing that would do his feelings any justice is to let you feel it, literally. physically.

ꨄ — satan : words of affirmation / acts of service

oh satan the man that you are. satan is a textbook gentleman. he has a way with his words. very direct and shameless when it comes to his expression of his love for you. a romantic at heart, at least ever since he’d met you, that is. a romantic at his core, and he can’t think why he would ever hide that from you. it is your fault, after all.

he would flirt openly, and sappily, and he would not bat a single eye ! he’d write you letters, poems. if he were to gift you something, he’ll take the time to stick a sticky note on it, just a cute lil’ message on it ໒꒰ྀི⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄ ·̭ o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝꒱ྀི১ he’d give u books & when u open it, you’ll see them fully annotated. i’m talking written little stuff on the margins, color coded tabs / highlights & all !!!

ꨄ — beelzebub : acts of service

BEEL OUR SWEET BOY 💔 he will always ask you for what you want whenever he’s out in madame scream’s. he’d get u your favorite snack whenever he’s out in the convenient store.

if you get sick, or you’re having a bad day, he’d show up on your door with aaaall of your favorite food / snacks. he would put it neatly in a basket, and he’d be the person to make you a bowl of soup or even try to bake for you !!! anything to make you feel happy <3

he would absolutely give you amazing massages. beel is a big boy. & i trust he knows kinesiology & thus he’ll know what to do whenever your body is exhausted or isn’t really working with you. he’d be such a huge help, asking you just lay down so he could help you feel better. he’d even put a snack right beside you just in case! you’d feel ten times better after you feel his firm hands massaging your tense muscles. he’d note the way your body relaxes and melts onto his hands. seeing u feel good makes him v happy too. his big & rough hands, handling you so softly and cautiously. just a total teddy bear :(

ꨄ — belphegor : physical touch

people think asmo is clingy? wait ‘til they see how belphie clings to u whenever u two are alone. he will sleep on every part of your body (lol).

once, lucifer had insisted that belphegor actually try to study since finals are coming, and though his grades are not to be undermined, he should still at least study to be safe. belphie agrees, on the condition that you tutor him. so you do. you were studying together. the night was getting darker and you’d been studying for hours on end. you yourself was growing sleepy, so you couldn’t even blame belphie when his head started to sway and bump against your shoulder multiple times, before settling comfortably on it, nuzzling it beforehand.

it doesn’t even need to be a coincidence, he would just directly ask you to be his pillow (verbatim) because it’s the best way to sleep according to him. he would “borrow” your thighs, setting his head so cozily on your lap as if it was as comfortable as a pillow (or even more). or when you hung out with him and beel in their room. you ended up sleeping in his bed, you’ll be vast asleep when you felt something tickling your neck. sleepily opening your eyes, you’d find belphie’s head on your chest. and if you chose to sleep in beel’s bed? oh, he’d climb right up and slither his arms around your waist without saying a word. it was a little cramped, but how could you deny such an adorable gesture? the next day you wake up with his arms still right where it was when you had fallen asleep. his mouth snoring softly as his warm breath fans and tickles the back of your neck.

a/n: ahhh i finished writing this at 3 am 😭😭😭 it’s storming really hard outside and my eyes are starting to hurt but it was rlly fun to finally write again :-) i hate writing / reading ooc characters so i hope i did your faves justice !!! 😭🙏🏼

#obey me x reader #obey me headcanons #obey me x mc #obey me x you #obey me x gn!reader #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me male reader #obey me female reader #obey me fem reader #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #leviathan x reader #asmodeus x reader #satan x reader #beelzebub x reader #belphegor x reader #🐰ྀི —xan’s notebook ᝰ.ᐟ #—divider credit goes to @plutism ✧

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slutifer · 1 month

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ｔｏｕｃｈｔａｎｋ

𝗆𝖺𝗆𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆 𝗆𝖼

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 (𝖬𝖣𝖭𝖨) 𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅 (𝖿𝖾𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀), 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾, 𝖺𝖿𝖺𝖻 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗂𝖺 wc: 1068 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾: 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗂 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀 (𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝖻𝗒 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾), 𝗂 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖺𝗆𝗆𝗈𝗇 😰 𝗂 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗍,, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒!! ♡

‘cause he’s so pretty when he goes down on me gold-skinned eager baby, blue shirt out the laundry he tells me he’s gentle when he wants to be so i think he wants to be gentle with me

mammon's eyes glistened as he slowly scanned your face. his thumb traced your lower lip, cupping your chin with a touch so delicate, it was as though you were the most precious gem.

he finally had you alone, quite a rare occasion in the house of lamentation, and he was relishing in it. his greed burned aglow in his chest, the flame being stoked by your warmth radiating through the small distance between your body and his.

you giggled softly at the love struck look on his face and teased his thumb with a swipe of your tongue, his cheeks instantly heating up at the action.

"d-don't tease me, mc." his flustered voice was soft but it seeped through the still air in his room, raising goosebumps on your arms.

you pushed his thumb past your lips, smiling around it and wrapped your fingers around his wrist, holding him in place. he inhaled a sharp breath at your obvious beckoning, pushing his thumb lightly against the press of your tongue.

his tongue peeked out through his lips, dampening them quickly before he removed his thumb from your mouth. you pouted dramatically at the loss of his digit only for mammon to gently push your body down. he hovered above you with his hands pressed against his bed on either side of your head. you took the opportunity to make room for him to slot himself between your legs and he groaned in response, almost instantly laying into your body.

his face found its place in the crook of your neck where he left lingering, open mouth kisses and soft bites.

"so beautiful," he mumbled against your neck.

your hands wrapped around him, pulling his body even closer. he responded most eagerly and pushed his body further into yours, grinding himself against your heat.

"and all for m-me, fuck-" he moaned breathily.

his mouth found yours in a firm kiss, his tongue pushing past your lips. the urgency of his mouth juxtaposed the feather-like caress of his hands traveling from your cheeks, to your neck, and down to your chest. mammon's fingers grazed over your clothed nipple, sending a shiver down your spine. he swallowed your moans as he teased your sensitive nub, responding with his own whimpers when you pressed your own pelvis onto his hardness.

"need to taste ya, treasure." he mumbled against your lips. you moaned in response, your hands tugged lightly on his feathery white hair.

"words, darlin', i need to hear ya." he urged, his fingers trailing down to the elastic of your shorts.

"yes, yes. please, mammon." you bit down on his lip softly.

"good girl," he smirked, pecking your swollen lips once more before he sat up, pulling your shorts and underwear off in one swift movement.

he wasted no time as he positioned his head between your legs, nearly salivating at the sight before him.

"so wet for me already," his breath fanned over your sensitive core and your pussy clenched around nothing, your hands gripping the sheets. he began kissing your inner thighs, slowly inching his way to your wetness.

"ah, m-mammon?" you stutter out, your body shuddering, responding to his lips dragging against your inner thigh.

"yeah, baby?" mammon peeks up at you, eyes glazed over, pupils blown out. he tilts his head, lightly leaning it against your thigh.

"you're so pretty." your voice barely above a whisper, his blush deepened.

"you drive me crazy," a small smile graced his exquisite features. he placed his hands on either side of your thighs pushing your legs further apart, dipping his head down and placing an open mouth kiss to your clit. your body arched off of the bed, hips rising slightly with a rippling pleasure.

your hands shot up, burying themselves in his hair once again. he chuckled lightly before gently sucking on the bundle of nerves. you could no longer control the sounds that escaped your throat as he ran a finger through your folds before pushing two of them into your dripping core. your eyes flutter shut, teeth gritting as he curved his fingers, hitting the sweetest spot.

he began fucking you with his fingers as he focused on lapping up your wetness greedily.

"eyes open. look at me, baby.” he pushed his fingers in roughly, forcing your eyes to snap open. whimpering, you perched yourself up on your elbows and looked down at the beautiful man between your thighs. his hair had become disheveled, strands hanging over his forehead as his frenzied eyes connected with yours.

the sight of mammon between your legs - fingers fucking into you, his mouth expertly working your pussy - was overwhelming, pressure began to build in your lower stomach.

"m-mammonnn," you moaned, unable to think straight, "baby, i'm s-so clo-ose!" you nearly squealed, fingers tightening their grip on his hair, pulling his soaked face closer.

he sped up his movements, the pressure continued to build in your body, your pussy clenching harder around his fingers.

mammon could've cum right then - your voice, your body, your everything. his eyes never left yours, taking in the sight of your fucked out face, tits bouncing as he pressed his fingers into you. you were his human, all his.

you took my breath away so now i can’t suck in my stomach around you anymore

“cum for me, baby.” he moaned against your wetness. the vibrations of his voice pulsed through you and almost as though a switch flipped inside of you, you screamed out, throwing your head back as you reached your orgasm. sparks went off all over your body, stars blurring your vision. your body tightened around mammon's fingers as you rode out your release, heart pounding against your ribcage.

he placed a delicate kiss on your thigh, removing his fingers. you sucked in a light breath through your teeth at the sudden emptiness, watching as mammon sucked his fingers into his mouth.

"all mine." he smirked, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. you moaned at the taste of yourself on him, sitting up and pushing him onto his back. mammon's eyes were wide, his mouth slightly agape.

"my turn." you smiled devilishly, straddling his hips.

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akutasoda · 1 month

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For the 1k event can I request angst hcs with the demon bros with a fem mc whos a fallen angel but with mauled wings? Like we’re talking loose feathers and flesh sticking out bonus if they randomly met her in the forest

bloody damnation

synopsis - when they meet a fallen angel in unfortunate circumstance

includes - lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, belphegor

warnings - fem!reader (no pronouns), heavy angst, very little comfort, body horror???, lots of blood, wc - 1.8k

lucifer ★↷

↪as part of his brotherly duties, he had to go search the forest out back of the house of lamentation when one of his brothers ran inside claiming there was some 'horrid monster' lurking. creatures in the devildom normally didn't stray as close to the house so he immediately knew something was up.

↪although maybe he would've preferred you to have been 'a horrid monster' purely for the reason of the awkward situation you have placed him in. it's one thing to find some demon or creature with mangled parts, it was another to find an angel - or the reamins of one.

↪your once beautiful, silken wings lay crumpled and tangled in a mess behind you. he could practically smell the blood, see it too as it stained the grass beneath you and soon covered by the white feathers that turned darker as they hit the ground.

↪for obvious reasons, lucifer reluctantly brought (snuck) you into the house and hid you in his room until he managed to get hold of diavolo to sort out your situation. however he knew he couldn't just leave your wings in such a state, it looked like it hurt and he couldn't imagine they'd heal prettily if left like that.

↪he once had beautiful wings, some say he still does. so he knew how important keeping wings in a good condition was and so he managed to convince you to let him provide a basic, temporary solution to your wings. he hardly wanted to know what happened for you to fall let alone fall and end up with your wings in such a condition so he remained silent.

↪bu the time diavolo arrived, lucifer had performed basic healing magic and bandaged your wings to allow the membranes to heal inside your wing. he could think more clearly about the situation of having a fallen angel in the devildom knowing your pain had been limited for now.

mammon ★↷

↪mammon had decided to sneak out again and somehow lucifer found out and was actively searching for him. so he decided that sneaking through the dense forrests on the outskirts would be a good way to avoid lucifer and sneak back in - hopefully convincing lucifer he'd never left.

↪the smell of iron hit his nose and made him stop in his tracks. it dawned on him that he had no idea where he really was and so his mind decided that the blood was because some vile creature was feasting nearby - maybe he'd become the next victim? but when nothing showed signs of appearing, he kept moving forward until he halted at the sight of the blood.

↪he never knew there could be so much blood in one place. the grass was practically a sea of crimson and i the middle was a brutal mess of white that covered what appeared to be a body. mammon felt sick to his stomach at the sight, especially the bits of flesh that clung to your feathers like parasites.

↪now mamon was greedy, he could save himself from your sorry sight and leave or he could do something for you. fortunately mammon could be more kind that greedy at times so when he finally realised just what you were or used to be, he knew he couldn't just leave you to bleed out on the forest floor of unfamiliar territory.

↪he didn't mind recieving a scolding from lucifer when he emerged from his hiding, mainly because lucifer was too stunned to see you in his brother's arms as mammon asked for him to help you. mammon knew how scary it was to fall, he helped his brother and now he wants to help you.

leviathan ★↷

↪it was a well known fact that levi spent most of his days locked inside his room. he barely went outside unless it was for RAD or absolutely necessary for him to leave the sanctity his room provided. however sometimes he'd have to leave his room but he never dwindled around.

↪levi was desperate to get home, it had been a long day at RAD and he finally managed to snag a limited edition item from a store on the outskirts of the devildom. all he had to do now was get back with his purchase in perfect condition. he practically jumped out his skin when he heard a scream from further beyond in one of devildom's forest beside him.

↪he knew he shouldn't walk into a dodgy forest after hearing a scream - it was like every horror troupe! but surely a peak couldn't hurt after all what if someone was hurt? not that he'd normally care all that much but something felt different, more serious.

↪and he was right, the sight wasn't pleasant by all means. the remains of what could only be an angel thrasing around desperately trying to subdue the bleeding that was a constant stream of crimson. levi felt sick, by no means was it your fault but he just couldn't stand the sight of your flesh and feathers mixing together.

↪he fumbled desperately trying to reach his d.d.d to contact lucifer for help but he felt absolutely helpless in the scenario. he had fallen once, sure it wasn't aa brutal as you but he could only imagine the fear you must be feeling - especially whe you're wings are practically falling off. but what could a lowly otaku like him do?

satan ★↷

↪on his way back from RAD, he had seen a rather adorable cat run past into a nearby forest and naturally satan followed. a part of him was convinced that maybe he would get lucky and find some sort of secret cat hideout in the devildom.

↪he found it rather alarming that the cat suddenly turned heel and ran back past him not to far fron a clearing. although when he looked into the clearing, he hadn't expected to see the fallen remains of an angel crumpled into the floor.

↪ originally he thought you looked absolutely ethereal, ironically the devildom's light seemed to highlight your features perfectly. however he quickly doubled back on his thoughts when he could see the mess that were you're wings. the crimson coated over what used to be a pure white, feathers had fallen and in their place was evidence of flesh that certainly shouldn't of been there.

↪he had always been curious and so showed no hesitation in stepping towards your poor form. the exhaustion from blood loss and the actual act of 'falling' was evident on your frame and so you barely paid attention to the approaching demon - perhaps he'd be kind enough to put you out of your misery.

↪satan knew you were still alive but he was stumped. did he just leave you here for something crueler to come along and finish you or did he help you?

asmodeus ★↷

↪it had been another late night for asmo, he had snuck out once again against lucifer's demand and asmo had spent some time at the fall. although for some reason he wasn't actually in the mood to be there no matter how hard he tried to convince himself to stay, so he had left way earlier than normal.

↪it was a rather quiet night all over devildom, way quieter than what asmo was used to seeing and so he figured he might as well just head back. or that was his plan until the sight of a rather deep crimson caught his attention. small drops lead into puddles and eventually the source lay at the edge of the outskirts of a forest.

↪asmo started panicking and immediately fumbled out his d.d.d to call atleast one of his brothers who may be able to help. he wasn't dumb and could recognise those wight feathers, he knew you used to be an angel because the greying feathers told him that you were no longer welcome back in the celestial realm.

↪he took great pity on you. he was sure you would've beeen a stunning angel but know you were reduced to nothing but a former shell - just like him all those years ago. he took cautious steps toward you but it became clear that exhaustion had taken over you, oh how he wishes he could help you return to your former beauty.

beelzebub ★↷

↪it had been another late fangol game. the other team had put up more of a fight than beel's team anticipated and the matches dragged on and on. once the game had finished he informed his brother's that stayed to watch that they could go home without him as he'd still be a while.

↪he didn't mind walking home on his own at all or atleast until he closed nearer to the house of lamentation and saw a very concerning amount of blood trailing off into the closest forest. beel was a kind soul at heart and if somebody was hurt, he'd want to help.

↪although he wasn't exactly prepared to find a bleeding angel at the end of the trail. the sight of you and your mangled mess of feathers, flesh and blood was by no means pretty. he approached you carefully but he could tell that even if you did notice him, you didn't care. you were too exhausted to do anything but accept your fate.

↪beel felt pity when he watched your slumped form crumple to the ground, he did rush over and checked if you were alive. one minute you had been laying face down in youe own blood, the next some stranger was carrying you away and before you're mind slipped into darkness you heard multiple voices as somebody laid you down on a rather comdy surface.

belphegor ★↷

↪the avatar of sloth wouldn't be the avatar of sloth if he didn't spend most of his time lazing around or sleeping. he rarely went out without nearly falling asleep many times. but sometimes the house of lamentation gets too loud. way too loud. normally he just goes into the attic but between mammon being ounished by lucifer and satan going through a rage, he'd rather not.

↪the forest behind the house was normally quiet and no unwanted creatures normally came near as they also seemed to fear lucifer. sure it wasn't the attic but he was tired and needed one minute of peace without fearing that satan would wreck through the entire house or lucifer would do the same trying to catch mammon. he didn't plan to be long but the unpleasant smell of blood quickly hit his senses.

↪out of weird curiosity, he followed the smell and he wished he didn't. he stared at you as a flurry of emotions swirled inside of him. was this what pain lillith had to endure when she was forced out of the celestial realm? no, no she was sent to the human world, surely it was painless physically? all belphie could do was stare awkwardly at the bloody mess that was you.

↪he could hear your laboured breathing and could see the amount of pain you probably were in, yet he froze. the right thing to do would be to go alert his brother's of your presence but he doubted they wouldn't be much help right now but he could barely help you himself.

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autism-corner · 4 months

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LEVI FROM @bubbiedubs!!!!

#discaimer: opinion.#like whatever you like but. cmon =v=#you know shes literally nothing like THAT in canon and all of you refuse to remember that #anyway draw levi fat and fem. now.#THANK YOU BUBBIEDUBS FOR LETTING ME USE HER <333 YOURE AWESOME #obey me #obey me leviathan #sillyposting #whoops also forgot to replace susan with MC. dont come for me :)

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poisonous-lemonade · 1 year

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Hi this is my first request but I was wondering if you can write a Levi smut but he is feral. As in Levi shoving his two cocks in both or squeezed in one hole using his tail to play with mc’s soft spots. Levi in his demon form begging to breed you and fill you with his cum. Levi fucking Mc so good that they can barely respond to what Levi is saying. It’s fine if you don’t want to.

A/N: more Leviathan shit coming your way, be prepared, this is also really short but i hope you enjoy

My Feral Gamer

Levi hushed you, slowing his thrusts. Your legs were sore, your chest was swollen and your neck was red with bite marks that were meant to be hickeys. His twin cocks stuffed into your tight hole, his tail wrapped around your waist, holding you close you him. Your arms wrapped around his neck, your hands clenched in his hair.

You've been going for hours! You could barely think straight! One moment, you were walking to Levi's room, the next, you can't quite remember except for the unimaginable pleasure that lingered up to this moment.

"Levi..." You whined, tugging at his hair. "Shhh, it's okay." You felt sweaty, and you feel disgusting, but Diavolo did it feel so good! "Just one more round, please, I need it." He said between huffs, and hand going up to play with one of your nipples.

You can only nod your head, your own shaking going to grab at his wrist. He hums in praise before trusting, hard and fast, you let out a groan, moaning out his name. Feeling his cock twitch inside of you for the first time was amazing, but with 2...fuck, it was so much better.

Your moans grow louder and louder as Levi thrusts in deeper, harder, faster, fuck demons and their stupidly high stamina!

#obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #imagines #obey me smut #om! mc #obey me leviathan #leviathan smut #not suitable for minors #request #fem reader #Toxic_Lemon.original

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mvskedxrtist · 7 months

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Dirty Little Player

Wᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: PwP, Mommy Kink, Praising, Degration, Hypersensitivity, Slight Humiliation, Thigh Riding, Slight Caught in the Act

Nᴏᴛᴇ: This was the other fandom I had a few ideas for so you might as well get them now! Sorry there hasn't been any smut in a while, I've been really busy with school and the first quarter is ending this week so I'm trying to get stuff in before I can get to writing.

AFAB!Reader x Leviathan - Dirty Little Player

It was a normal day in the House of Lamentation, Leviathan staying in his room to play a new game he got, Satan reading in his bedroom, Beelzebub eating another large snack in the kitchen while Belphegor was sleeping on the couch with his pillow. Lucifer was out at Diavolo's castle, Mammon was also out gambling, and Asmodeus and you were in his room, gossiping a bit.

"You know, we should go shopping soon. All of us." You had suggested to Asmo as he laughed a bit and sighed. "Yeah, that might never happen, I've tried and even when you're here, they won't go. Well not as much I guess. But still, honey we might as well just shop together tomorrow since we both know, anyone else might not. Maybe Mammon or Satan but that's all I can think of." Asmo muttered and shrugged his shoulders while doing his makeup.

You nodded your head a bit and sighed before getting up from the bed. "I'll cya later, Asmo. I got some homework to finish." You waved bye as you left the room, hearing the beauty guru bid you bye.

You were walking towards your room when you heard the slight whines coming from Levi's room, a bit worried that he had hurt himself somehow, you walked towards his room and opened the door to see the Otaku rutting against his pillow. He had snapped out of his horny mind when he heard the door creak, shrieking softly and covering himself as he started right at you.

Oh the demon was embarrassed for sure, his huge crush just saw him rutting like a dirty little dog! "U-uhmm, Hey player two..." He said softly and looked away from you embarrassed, knowing that he just ruined his own chances to get with you. "So.. Who were you rutting off to, Levi?" You just asked all of a sudden, not realizing how embarrassing it would be to answer the question.

You had closed the door by now as you sat on his chair and looked at him. You really just wanted an answer. "Uhm.. Y-you.." He mumbled softly but you were able to catch his words. Now at first, you were embarrassed by that, but then that turned to a dirty smirk. "Oh really.. Well then, continue. Just ignore me." You wanted to tease him a bit, just to see how long he'll go before begging.

Leviathan looked embarrassed from your words but sighed and tried to get himself off on the pillow, feeling your eyes on his back. He couldn't deal with it anymore and shook her head, getting on his knees in front of you. "I-I can't!!" He told you, his face flushed from embarrassed and his neediness. "My, are you a dirty little player huh?... Get on my thigh then." You instructed him and the gamer had agreed quickly, sitting on top of your bare thigh since you were wearing shorts at the moment.

"I'll help you with this~ just be quiet unless you want your brothers to hear all of this~ the door's closed but any loud sound could attract them over~ and you wouldn't want that now would you?" You were torturing the Otaku at that point because of your teasing, he felt embarrassed that this was happening and that he could get off but that just made him harder. The purple haired male had started grinding against your thigh slowly, soft moans coming from him while your hands were holding his hips so he stayed up.

Minutes had passed while he was rutting on your thigh, you were pressing soft kisses all over his neck and near his chest that he felt flustered by. You both knew soon that he would have to release, so you decides to help him out on that sooner. You grabbed his hips and made him bounced up and down your thigh softly like he was riding it. The male was moaning a bit louder while holding onto your shoulders, loving the feel of your touch near him. "H-hah~ Mommy I'm gonna...~" Levi had kept whimpering in your ear, wanting his sweet release. He just couldn't hold it in anymore.

The next minute, the male was cumming on your thigh and your shorts, moaning while throwing his head back slightly, he felt jittery a bit but knew he was more sensitive. You kissing his lips passionately while he whimpered in it was proof enough. "H-hah... T-thanks Mommy~" He chuckled softly and laid his head on your chest, trying to catch his breath. You were watching him carefully and smirked a bit, kissing his forehead. "Levi, you are very lucky I like you. You dirty little player."

#top reader #my writing #smut #mvsked.writing #fem reader #femdxm #obey me #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me leviathan #levi x reader #om! leviathan #leviathan x reader #om! shall we date #om! nightbringer #obey me x reader smut #obey me x female reader

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mentallyillbutokay · 1 year

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𓆩♡𓆪

Thirteen: Want to be my girlfrien?

fem!MC: Don't you mean girlfriend?

Thirteen: Huh?

fem!MC: You forgot the 'd'

Thirteen: Don't you worry about the D, darling

Also Thirteen, winking: You'll get that later

Levi: This is a verbal conversation!

Mammon: Oi, how woulddya know, yer otaku?

fem!MC, grabbing Thirteen's hand: Let's go make babies!

Thirteen: Heck yeah!

Lucifer, drinking his 10th mug of coffee: That...that cannot anatomically be possible...

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#fyp #obey me #obey me!#obey me headcanons #obey me crack #obey me incorrect quotes #obey me mc #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me thirteen #mc x thirteen #obey me thirteen and mc are totes lovers #this literally happened #i am fem!mc so i know #fem!reader #the lesbians

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ghostraves · 2 years

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Tall mc rots kinoko's brain.

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MINORS, FEM ALIGNED DNI

Tall!M!Dom!Mc is rotating in my brainy brains rn.

Pinning Lucifer against the wall to win an argument even going as far to cage him in between your arms to see if it would work just to see the old man's face light up in a pretty red as he tries to ignore the absolute boner you just gave him?

Yes.

Grabbing Mammon by the wrists and holding them up on a bed because you two were play fighting again, and he had bitten your hand and it pissed you off just to see him close his legs and raise them to cover himself up after you snarled in his ear as a joke?

Oh gods yes.

Yanking at Levi's tail and pulling him in realll close because he was getting jealous over a succubi that was stealing your attention and you decided to scold him just to find a babbling flustered faced demon in your arms as he tries to move away to ignore the flame you just ignited in his stomach?

Hell yes.

Grabbing onto Satan's waist with one hand along with using your other hand to grab a book he couldn't reach and "accidentally" pressing him against a bookshelf in the library before giving satan the book just to see him cover his face with the book after opening it and walking away to ignore the uncomfortable problem between his legs?

My, My.. Yes.. Please!

Kissing asmo at just the right time after he put lipstick on you to leave a kiss mark of lipstick right on his lips before he giggles and snuggles up to you, suspiciously he sat on only one of your legs.. and you could feel something there..

Mhmmm!!!

Kissing on Beel's ears because he was being all adorable again along with wrapping your arms around his waist and soon making your way down to his collar bone and only nipping him a few times on "accident" just for him to turn around and nuzzle his head into your neck before he bit down on it and hearing muffled words of "please..?" Come out of his mouth.

Oooooh.. yess..

Tugging at Belphie's hair as he was sleeping to wake him up as you had caged him under your body, even going so far as to place your leg between his thighs just for him to start gently whining in his "sleep" as he tries to desperately hide that he's awake along with the fact that he has a massive boner just from being caged like this.

Oh my STARS yEs-

Tell me if i should do the side characters! [Except Luke Of course!]

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tortor-sauce · 10 months

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short comic of why Lucifer might fall in love with such a clumsy MC

my MC: Tohru (she/her)

and tbh i still don’t really know the reason 💀 all i know is they make me happy and that’s all that matters to me

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me fanart #obey me mc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me comic #fem!mc #obey me fem!mc

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melon-cream-enmu · 1 year

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Repost from peach-cream-yukio

Levi forces you to watch gross hentai then does the same things to you.

Cw: gross hentai, this is absolutely noncon but he’s in love with you, facials, cum swapping through kisses. mentions of kinks: mind control, monster fucking. tentacles, having a fleshlight of you, having a body pillow of you that he cut open and fucks, idk, some other stuff. Unnatural amounts of cum in one ‘session’ I guess. He just has like truck loads of cum you’ll see. He sits you on his keyboard and it cracks in half but not because of your weight just because it’s convenient for the plot. Noncon, slight nonspecific mention of noncon kink hentai. As always I write these before I start writing the actual piece and I go in and fix it later. AFAB no pronouns mentioned, plus size of course🤍you’re described as fat but not by Levi and not completely directly and it’s also not as an insult or bad thing. I wanted this to be nasty, so seriously it’s unnatural amounts of cum. You’re mentioned as his mate

Levi is such a closeted disgusting pervert. The type to steal your dirty panties and smell em, lick em, suck the crotch while he fucks his hand like his life depends on it. The type to use magic to find a way to get a perfect X-ray view of your pussy and make a fleshlight of you. The type to have a commissioned anime style body pillow of you, one side normal, just you all perfect and wonderful, and the other side raunchy, you on your stomach looking back at him over your shoulder, ass up and cute pussy on display, thighs shiny. He’ll even eventually cut and sew a satin lined pocket to the inside so he can fuck ‘your’ pussy. The type to buy even the most amateur hentai games, all because you can customize the mc and love interest character and he makes them look like you and him, down to the very last detail. So what if some are the highest of qualities, with perfect shiny renders and amazing physical 3D rigging, and others so shitty they lag and freeze? He still gets off to those images of you speared on ‘his’ cock, a monsters, a tentacle, a pistoning dildo, coating the underside of his gaming desk in cum, cum that he 70% of the time is too blissed out to remember he should clean off, so it’s mega disgusting down there. He ventured into ‘gross’ hentai long before he met you but he always felt gross about it. But the moment you showed up, the next time he’d watched one, you immediately came to mind, and it was so much better than any other times he’d watched one. When you two start to get closer and you show an interest in his hobbies, he stops going for the more ‘vanilla’ series, instead watching one’s with piss kinks, mind control, step siblings, monsters, and every time thinking about you. How he’d beg any higher power who might listen to such a gross degenerate that he be allowed to touch you.

But he’d never dare do anything that would ruin the friendship he’d built so diligently. He’d done everything right, every move was calculated. He needed to be your best friend.

He’d never risk that.

Until he got too careless one night. He’d forgot to lock his door. You coming over at the darkest hours of night is a common and welcome occurrence, but not now. He hears you call his name, having only had one ear bud in. You open his door and his mind goes foggy. He can’t think, can’t do anything but stare at you as your eyes move around the room, from the bottles of lube on the floor, to several pairs of your panties, to the body pillow all bunched and covered in so much cum you could barely make it out but you can see that it’s you, to the several fleshlights so full of cum that he’d have to stop with one and pick up another and now they’re leaking cum in loads, all strewn across his shiny tile floor.

Your eyes widen and your lips close in what’s probably fear. You shift one foot back he’s acting before he can even think to. His horns and tail materialize so quickly the magic cracks audibly like a whip. His tail is so much longer than it should be, than it usually is, and it wraps around you in hardly a second. Then he’s on you, pushing you against the door. His head finally lets him focus and he can hear his computer. He must’ve moved it so fast it tore the ears buds from the speaker, and now the character on screen is moaning loudly. He sees your eyes look at the monitor and see them crying and pushing at the player character. Levi growls and his eyes glow brightly as his pupils shrink to slits. He’s moving so fast, you’re away from the door and by his desk in a flash.

He picks you up and slams you so hard on his desk the keyboard cracks in two, the space bar having been pressed just before it broke, pausing the video, effectively cutting its sound. You whimper at the feeling of the keys harshly pressing into your skin, and Levi acts ‘kindly’, pushing your thighs up, ripping the ruined tech from under you and throwing it to the floor. You go to open your mouth but his hand is on your face quickly. Your lips are covered, cheeks pinched by his thumb and fingers, nails pressing dangerously close to breaking skin.

“Don’t…say, a word.” His fluorescent orange eyes stare at you through purple lashes before he lifts his head. You can see a sneer on his lips, several of his teeth now long and sharp. His voice is almost raspy. “Well, now you know. Now you know how much of a disgusting, horrible person I am. Thinking of you this way, doing all of this while thinking of you.” You whimper hotly behind his hand. “You weren’t supposed to ever know. This is your fault.” He picks you up by your ass and you feel his cocks on your thigh, sticky and hot, getting all over you and your really short sleep shorts. He crosses his room to where his quite large tv is, and drops you on a makeshift bed, a cheap mattress with tons of random duvets, cushions, and pillows. You wince, both at the drop, and at the large amounts of stickiness that touches your skin.

“It’s your fault you saw it…and it’s your fault I’m like this.” He picks up a remote, turning on the tv. There’s already a disc in the player, and if the menu art is anything to go by, you want out.

A girl, plush and fat like you, many features like you, crying on the mc’s dick, plunged so hard in her she’s squirting. The title is pink and bubble letters, with its secondary title smaller, sharper, harsher below it, clueing anyone in on the type of thing this truly is. You see the menu and try to claw your way off the tangle of bedding.

Levi tackles you and you both wrestle, ending in you caged to him, back to his front, your arms held back, your legs forced open and held by his. His free arm wrapped around to your front, hand holding the remote precariously, fingers spread on your soft stomach as he feels it rise and fall with each shuddered breath.

“Why are you trying to run? You came into my room without asking, and now you want to leave?” The tv sounds with the small chime of the remote moving over different selections before the screen goes black as Levi made his choice. He drops the remote to the side. His breath is heavy and hot in your ear and he’s shifting behind you, slippery strange cocks nestling between your cheeks.

It starts almost immediately, the sounds of sex, whimpers, cries, and the mc’s heavy breathing. The girl is just as she was on the menu, but now animated expertly. Her eyes are crossed, a glowing pink haze that’s easy to understand. The mc’s laughter makes sense now. She’s mind controlled, responding to everything he’s saying. Levi’s hand creeps into your shorts and plays with your pussy impatiently. He wants to get to the good stuff.

There’s a flash back, they’re best friends, but he’s hiding his true feelings and depravity, and when she rejects his feelings he already has plan B ready to go. It took mere minutes for her to be on her back, wet, legs spread, clothes discarded. He’s tossing commands with no remorse, telling her to tell him he’s so big, that she loves his cock, that she wants all of his cum, that shes just a thing to use and abuse.

It’s hard to ignore leviathan’s finger breaching your hole. You’re wet, but it still was a surprising, unwanted sensation. Whether he’s lucky or he knew exactly what to look for, he bumps something that has you jolting in his lap, and he proceeds to keep at it. It’s late late at night, no one in the house is awake. It’s just the two of you, and the door is shut. No one can hear you, they can’t even hear the tv despite how loud levi lets it play.

Levi knows how this episode goes, the mc makes her cum so hard she pisses herself and he wants to make you do it. Why shouldn’t he humiliate you, you barged in and embarrassed him. It’s his turn now.

His tail curls before pushing in beside his fingers. While his fingers pull you closer and closer to your peak, his tail bullies it’s way into your cervix while bending to put pressure on your walls. Your cries turn to full blown tears and full body shakes. His fingers and tail retreat and you look over your shoulder. The blue ambient lights reflect in your tears. You’d hoped he’d be stopping but by the look on his face he’s no where near done.

His tail winds down on it self, making itself thicker before pushing back in, while his fingers toy with your clit. You try so hard to free your arms, to move your legs. “Please, please I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to see anything!” The tv answers you.

‘It’s too late now!’

The girls cries are louder than your hiccuped sobs but Levi knew just what he was doing. Fingers rubbing your clit so fast your hips lift off of his and you’re squirting. In time with the hentai on screen. Levi’s breathing so heavy in your ear, and he’s glad you’re so overstimulated and out of it.

His cocks are already searching for your cunt so he shoves you forward and hikes your ass up. You look just like his body pillow, but you’ll feel so much better. His cocks want in you so bad that he can’t stop himself. He’s pulling your shorts down so fast they tear at the seam. The hitched cry in your throat hurts more that his hips knocking yours.

Finally. Finally, he gets to feel you. You’re so hot and tight, he collapses over you. Hes cumming hard, shuddering so much it shakes you. He’s not even waiting a moment before humping you. He just wants to fill you. His hand shakily fumbles for yours before grabbing it.

You interlock your fingers for some sense of stability but you’re pulled back by your arm. You see him behind you. Your view is Levi, smirk all teeth, eyes bright orange and lidded. His view is you, soft skin, cute expression, this is exactly how he saw you every time he fucked that pillow. Now he wants you in every position he’d had you in in those hentai games. But for now he’s focused on making you feel everything he’s felt for you.

You were everything to him. He knows he’s being rough but you need to know. You need to understand what you are to him. His best friend, the love of his life, his Henry…his mate to fuck and breed.

He pulls you up to his chest. Now with you so close he’s losing his mad facade and openly moaning in your ear. His thighs are trembling with each slap into yours and he kisses the away the whimpers that bubble up your throat. This is perfect. It wasn’t the perfect start but that’s fine! He still gets to experience this with you.

Levi’s pace stutters and he widens his legs for a better stance before he slows down and makes his thrusts harder. The tentacles that make up his dick have unwound and are trying desperately to stay in you. It takes a single well time clench off your cunt around him that has him moaning so desperately as he cums inside you.

His fingers rub your clit harshly and quickly pull your orgasm through your entire body.

When his cocks have finally let you go inside, Levi let’s you fall forward onto the bed. But he spots his cum leaking from your lips. He remembers one last thing he wants to do.

He hurriedly flips you over and settles between your legs. He doesn’t give you a moments rest before he’s eating you out. He wants to pleasure you sure, but he’s mainly collecting your combined cum in his mouth. Then he moves up your body, grabs your face. And prods open your lips with his thumb. He kisses you messily and feeds his cum into your mouth. You wince and cry out and his moans start growing.

He slows and starts moving your body to lay down with him and notes how you don’t even cringe at how wet and covered the sheets are. He turns off the tv and looks at how your eyes reflect the ocean ceiling in his room. They’re fluttering closed and your chest is finally slowing to a normal rise and fall rhythm.

He looks down at you, covered in sweat and cum from rolling in his sheets and…he just can’t wait to try even more things you.

#toasted sugar cream #cream fem #cream afab #leviathan smut #obey me smut #cream om

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starfinss · 11 months

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ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ɴɪɢʜᴛꜰᴀʟʟ — ʟᴇᴠɪᴀᴛʜᴀɴ 🍋

𝘍𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮: Obey Me!

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: Leviathan + Reader

𝘙𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨: NSFW

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 7,290

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: You could only see half of his face, lit warmly in the dim glow. His eyes caught in the light like deep, polished bronze, from an angle that highlighted little flecks of gold in his irises. He looked pensive; deep in thought, his lower lip caught between his teeth.

You wanted to kiss him.

A simple good night kiss leads to much more than you bargained for. Not that you’re complaining.

The day had been long, but you’d had an unexpected amount of fun. The food had been delicious, as food always seems to be when one prepares it themselves. Levi had gotten to actually socialize for once, and you’d gotten him out of his shell a little. You’d adored seeing his face light up the way it had, and you made a mental note to watch the anime he’d been going on about all day when you returned to the Devildom, even though an after school fishing anime wasn’t really something you considered to be up your alley.

It had been the first time he’d had a s’more. The look of utter wonder on his face was something you wished you’d taken a picture of. It endeared you almost to tears.

Sleep tugged at your eyelids, and you yawned. Your body felt well-worked, leaving that pleasant, exercised soreness in your muscles. Your hair was damp from the rinse you’d taken at the campground showers, soothingly cool on your neck. The inflatable mat beneath your body was surprisingly comfortable, and the soft blankets that cocooned your body surrounded you in a bubble of warmth.

You happily reflected on the day, letting imaginary scenarios play in your head until they devolved into nonsense as your consciousness began to slip away.

“I can’t fall asleep.”

Startled from the dregs of your half slumber by Leviathan’s voice, you shifted your body before turning over to face him.

In the dim light, you could see his silhouette, lavender hair backlit by the single bonfire burning a ways away at the neighboring campsite. His skin looked almost ghost white, eyes the color of deep liquid gold. It took you a second of staring and letting your eyesight adjust to the light that you realized he was looking at you, studying your expression. A demon thing, you supposed. Unlike you, he was probably able to see perfectly in the dark.

You met his eyes, unable to read what was in them in the dark. You shifted closer, watching as his shoulders tensed, undoubtedly nervous by your sudden increased proximity. Sighing, you flopped down on your pillow again, letting your eyes fall closed.

“‘M sleepy,” you said, and Leviathan let out a breath.

“That’s not fair. I wish I could get sleepy, too.”

A smile made your mouth curve up. “You will. Just close your eyes, Levi.”

But you heard no movement, and when you pried open your eyes again, he was still the same as he had been, with his head propped up on his hand. You yawned again, rubbing your eyes with the heels of your hands, then letting them fall closed. You weren’t surprised he wasn’t tired, he was well known for staying up until dawn playing games and watching anime. His sleep schedule was probably virtually nonexistent, if demons even had sleep schedules.

Though, with sleeping being one of the only things Belphie did, you imagined they had something similar.

“Is there anything you like to do to make yourself sleepy when you can’t sleep?” You asked, pulling the blankets up higher. The fall of night had brought a chill along with it.

“I usually play a game until I feel tired,” Levi said, “but I didn’t bring anything to do that with.”

You hummed in thought, shuffling closer again, opening your eyes once more to look at him.

You could only see half of his face, lit warmly in the dim glow. His eyes caught in the light like deep, polished bronze, from an angle that highlighted little flecks of gold in his irises. He looked pensive; deep in thought, his lower lip caught between his teeth.

You wanted to kiss him.

The thought made you jump internally, but grew stronger as you watched his mouth. You supposed you shouldn’t be too surprised at yourself, you’d known that Levi would give you trouble from the second you met him. The way he looked at you made your stomach swarm with butterflies, and his genuine passion for his interests endeared you very deeply. It didn’t help that he was prettier than anyone had any right to be.

You really wanted to kiss him. A good night kiss, you could call it. Leave them wanting more, Asmodeus always said. A quick, chaste kiss, a giggle, and that would be it. You’d leave him flustered and stuttering, an adorable blush on his pale cheeks. Your hands folded together under the blankets as you mulled the idea over in your head, and Levi didn’t see you looking.

He moved to lay on his side, his head landing on his pillow. You shuffled closer once more. A good night kiss. You’d seen him looking at your lips before, when he thought you weren’t paying attention. You’d seen him doing it earlier that day, when you were eating s’mores by the fire. He’d told you that you had chocolate on your lip, and when you licked it away, his gaze lingered far longer than anyone with platonic feelings for a person would look. You’d wanted to kiss him then, too.

This was probably a bad idea. You probably misread the situation. But nonetheless, you never know unless you try. It was better to find out instead of shoving your feelings down. Late night chat sessions with Asmo seemed to have some useful bits of advice, it seemed.

Slowly, you moved closer once more, and in a smooth motion, your mouth pressed to his. It lingered for just a few seconds before you were pulling away, your nerves strung so tight you thought they might break.

But as you were beginning to roll over to bury your face in the pillow, his hand shot out, catching your wrist, and freezing you in your tracks.

“I— I didn’t know you were awake,” he said, voice hushed, almost awed, “you startled me. Was that— a good night kiss?”

You nodded. “It was. I’m sorry, I—”

“That’s not fair,” Levi said, “how do you expect me to get tired now?”

Spurred on by his words, you kissed him again. He made a soft noise of surprise before his hands were gingerly cupping your cheeks, and he was kissing you back with a tenderness that made your heart feel like it was doing backflips in your chest. His lips were surprisingly soft, and his skin was feverishly warm against yours, sending heat bone deep as you pressed closer.

Your arms slid up and around his neck, fingers threading into his hair, and you felt his breath hitch against your mouth as you did. It was his turn to move closer, closing the gap between your bodies so you were flush against him.

He pulled back, just a little, and when you tried to close the gap again, he met you with a chaste kiss before speaking.

“That isn’t helping,” he grumbled, “more kisses aren’t going to help me sleep, they’ll just rile me up more.”

You blinked at him, innocently. “Do you want to stop?”

“No!” He said, a little too quickly, “I mean— no, I don’t. That made me really happy. I want to keep kissing you. I’ve wanted to kiss you forever. But why would you want to kiss me? I’m just a worthless—”

You kissed him again, cutting him off. You refused to hear him put himself down, not when you were here. He held you fast, his fingers bunching into the fabric of your sleep shirt so tight you were slightly afraid he would tear it. His mouth tasted like the marshmallows you’d been eating before tucking into bed, and you were sure your own was the same.

“Don’t call yourself that,” you said against his mouth, and his hands moved down to the bend of your waist, pulling you closer.

You pulled back, just a little, just to look at him, to make sure he heard you well.

“I want to kiss you because it’s you, Levi. Don’t call yourself worthless,” you said, “you deserve this.”

He was suddenly kissing you like he was afraid you’d disappear, one of his hands sliding up your body to tangle into your hair, his opposite arm winding around your waist. His kisses were feverish and all-consuming, desperate, like he was drowning and you were the oxygen he so badly needed.

His tongue brushed against the seam of your lips, and you parted them to allow him to slide his tongue against yours. He was unexpectedly good at kissing for someone who spent so much time shut in his room, but you were enjoying it far too much to wonder where he got the practice from. He was a couple thousand years old, after all. You expected that probably brought experience of all sorts.

Your fingers raked through his hair, making his breath shudder and his grip tighten. He was almost melting into your touch, and you felt your head growing foggier and foggier as his nails scraped against your scalp. He was kissing you like this was the last chance he’d ever get, like you were disappearing, and you held him tight to let him know you weren’t going anywhere.

He broke away, his eyes wild, desperate, and you stared back at him, disoriented and bleary, questioning.

“Tell me you don’t want this, I’m waiting for it,” he hissed, his tone as brittle as a dry leaf and full of self-deprecating venom, “push me away, tell me to stop.”

“No,” you said, trying to look as sure as you could, “I won’t say that. I want this. Please don’t stop.”

He was suddenly above you, eyes glowing, smoldering, like bronze embers in the dark, and you could feel the air around you heat up. A thrilling shot of adrenaline ejected itself into your bloodstream as you stared up at the demon above you, and you raised your hands to cup his face. He shuddered, leaning into the touch, like it was salve to a burn.

“Levi,” you said, “what do you want?”

Without hesitation, he answered.

“You.”

You smiled. “I’m already yours.”

Another shudder, his restraint wavering. “You don’t know what you’re saying. You’re being unfair, messing with me like this. It isn’t fair.”

“Leviathan,” you said, “kiss me. I want you to kiss me. I’m telling you, right now, what I want. I kissed you because I wanted it. I want you.”

He surged forward to crush his mouth to yours, and when your hands rose to his hair once more, you could feel that his horns had manifested themselves in the heat of it all. Desperate, desirous feelings were undoubtedly coursing through the Avatar of Envy at your admission, and the kisses he was giving you were all-consuming, like he was trying to join himself to you, overlapping as one. His hands were on your waist, wavering, and you could feel him hesitating before you grabbed his hands and placed them on your hips, making it clear to him that all of this was so much more than okay.

He snarled against your mouth, an inhumanly low, possessive sound produced from deep in his chest, sending forks of lightning down your spine. He was losing control, and strangely, not one part of you wanted him to stop. Any of that hesitance he always seemed to carry with him had all but drained away, replaced with raw desperation as his fangs nipped your lower lip, breaking from your mouth to graze along the your jaw, the tendons in your throat, the sharp points scraping against the vulnerable skin. A gasp slipped past your lips, prompting him to look up at you.

“Did that hurt? Do you want me to stop?”

Before he could react, you flipped him over so you were on top of him, straddling his waist. His eyes looked like burning cinders in the dark, their pupils blown wide as he gazed up at you. He looked like a predator, yet the demon beneath you was completely at your mercy.

“Leviathan,” you said, voice soft, “for once in your life, I am giving you permission to be greedy. You have nothing to be envious of, because I am yours. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be. Tell me, what do you want? What do you want to do?”

Again, you were beneath him, his mouth on yours, lips fever hot. He kissed you, frenzied, for a few moments, before he pulled back, his mouth dragging along the shell of your ear.

”You want to know what I really want? Hm?” He rumbled, his voice low, husky, “I want to make you mine. I want to make it so nobody else can have you, only me. That’s what I want. You better choose your next words carefully, human, because I don’t know how much more of your pushing I can take. Do you want to take that risk, is that it?”

You felt a delighted shiver pass through your body, the hot singe of danger thrilling you beyond words. All you’d wanted to do was give him a good night kiss, and maybe hold him close until you were both asleep. You had hardly expected him to react like this, but really, you weren’t complaining. You’d thought about this before, about him, fantasized about it, when you were alone, late at night in your room.

“What risk is that?” You finally managed, your nerves tangled in an excited, frenzied ball in the pit of your stomach.

“That risk,” Leviathan said, “is something you already know. You’re tempting me, human, and if you keep going, I can’t promise I won’t give in.”

You yanked him forward, holding his face, forcing him to look at you.

“Who says I don’t want that, Levi? I’m laying myself out for you— I’m inviting you in. I wouldn’t do that if I didn’t want you, completely.”

Another tug, your lips at his ear. “I’m telling you to do whatever you want to me.”

The glow of his irises seemed to brighten as he shuddered, a dangerous hunger setting itself to a rolling boil before he was on you, everywhere, his mouth colliding with yours as his hands rucked up your shirt, and you gasped at the feel of his palms on your bare skin.

He broke away to mouth at your neck, fangs pricking at your clavicle, the collar of your sleep shirt, and you moved to shrug the garment over your head, causing him to pause, wide eyed, as he stared at your chest. His staring made you somewhat self conscious, but you still felt a jolt of pride at the way his famished gaze roved over your body.

“Can I touch you?” He said, voice lower than you’d ever heard it before, causing heat to pool between your thighs.

“Yes,” you said, voice barely there, but he heard you well enough.

The feel of his hands on your skin made you bite your lip to keep from crying out, and when he rolled a nipple between his fingers, your back arched. Fuck, you were going to have trouble staying silent, especially when he was nudging his knee between your thighs, his mouth burning hot as it traveled down the column of your throat. With your remaining focus, you gathered your energy and muttered a quick incantation, a charm that kept sound from escaping the area affected— in this case, the tent. The pulse of magic didn’t go unnoticed by Levi, who paused for a millisecond as you cast the spell, but was otherwise undeterred.

It seemed he didn’t want to be interrupted or overheard, either. The implication of your shared desire only excited you further.

Plush lips dragged across the top of your breast, and your head fell back as his mouth encircled your nipple, rolling it under his tongue. Fuck, he was so warm. Everything about him was burning with suffocating heat, and you remembered vaguely that Lucifer once told you that demons had higher body temperatures than humans did. Right then, that worked out well in your favor, and you squirmed as his touch left trails of flame in its wake.

His fangs dragged against your nipple, making you shiver, and when he soothed it with the flat of his tongue, you rewarded him with a moan. You pushed at his shirt, and he moved back, just for a second, to yank the fabric above his head before resuming his ministrations on your body in earnest. You whined at the feel of his skin touching yours, and he met the sound with a groan of his own. Fuck, you wanted to hear more of those sounds, which were far too angelic to be coming from a demon’s lips.

Warm hands gripped at the waistband of your sleep shorts, and you lifted your hips to let him slide them off, leaving you in your panties.

“I wanna make you scream for me,” he breathed, mouth dragging down your sternum, “I don’t want you to think about anyone else, just me.”

Your breath trembled, words lost as you basked in the attention he was giving you with his mouth, and he groaned, punch drunk on the taste of your skin.

“I can have you,” he snarled, “all of you. You’re all mine.”

Through the possessive, jealous haze, it almost sounded like he was trying to convince himself. In response, and the only reassurance you could manage, you let out a breathy whine as his mouth reached your stomach, devolving into a moan when his lips brushed against your hipbone.

“You want more, human?” He asked, gaze sultry, “that what it is?”

Your stomach twisted, hot arousal making you squirm in his hold, and when his his thumbs dipped beneath the waistband of your panties, grazing the sensitive flesh, you felt that arousal grow almost unbearable.

“Levi, please,” you keened, “please— ah!”

He cut you off as he moved between your thighs, mouth pressing a hot kiss against your clothed cunt, and the heat of his breath sent your thoughts spinning into outer space. His tongue passed over the fabric, and you felt desperation coil inside of you, because it wasn’t enough, not without direct contact. You had a feeling he knew that very well when you felt his lips curl into a smile against your thigh.

When his tongue passed over you again, your back arched, and his hand flattened across your lower stomach, holding you in place as he teased you with another brush of his tongue, his breath, his lips, and when he finally used his knuckle to move the fabric aside, exposing you to him, you almost choked on air.

His nose bumped against your entrance before his tongue was dragging up and along your cunt, slow as he pleased, in lazy, indulgent licks that made your head feel like it was stuffed full of cotton balls and all other sorts of fluff and emptiness. He groaned into your flesh, dragging his tongue up again, and again, and again before he was pulling your panties the rest of the way off, then hiking your thighs up and over his broad shoulders, holding you in place with an unshakable grip.

Your head fell back against the pillow as you let your world shrink down to what Levi was doing between your thighs, the way he was savoring you like a man starved, and when you moaned, it was a breathy, desperate sound that you hardly recognized as your own. His name left your lips in something akin to a prayer, or maybe it was malediction, because the creature between your legs was anything but holy. Your hands drifted to his hair, bumping against his horns before wrapping around the base of them, and he was groaning into your cunt, his lazy pace picking up.

His tongue found your clit, drawing easy circles around it and making your hips jerk against him, prompting him to tighten his grip, blazing eyes meeting yours. You saw insatiable, burning hunger in those eyes, possessive and captivating enough to make you whimper.

“Hold still,” he snarled, voice positively beastly, sending dizzying arousal into your bloodstream like you’d taken a hit of a drug.

This was about possession as well as passion, showing you exactly who you belonged to, and who could make you feel this way, like you were burning from the inside out. You could feel him, mouthing at your flesh with uncontained need, drinking in your cries of ecstasy. Your fingers tightened to a white-knuckled grip on his horns, eyes screwing shut, and you felt him groan against you, long and low, sending shockwaves up your spine.

You could feel his fingers, pressing at your entrance, as his mouth engulfed your clit, tongue rolling over it. You tried to move, to buck your hips, anything to have something inside of you, but he snarled, keeping you still as he teased you. Long, thick digits slipped just past your entrance before withdrawing, making you squirm, the sharp point of one of his horns biting into your palm as you held on for deal life.

“Please,” you choked, “fuck, please.”

Another growl, low and self-satisfied, and you whimpered when he slipped a finger inside of you, too slowly for your linking. He was making you desperate, and you sobbed in frustration and pleasure, toes curling tight as he rolled your clit under his tongue in slow, broad licks. It felt so good you could hardly think, and when he was suddenly, finally pushing his fingers inside of you, it made you see stars.

“Oh, fuck— Levi—”

His fingers curled up, bumping against a spot that made those stars explode across your vision, and you gave a breathless cry as he withdrew, only to fill you once more. You could feel that familiar coil forming in your belly, the type of addictive sensation that makes you desperate for more as sinful pleasure thrummed through your veins, under your skin, and his mouth felt like it was burning you as he pressed open mouthed kisses along your sensitive inner thighs before latching back onto your clit.

His tongue flicked against you, before pressing harder, and you squirmed helplessly beneath him, fingernails dragging along his horns and making him growl. His fingers curled again, knuckle deep, and fuck, how could you ever use your own hands again when his reached spots you didn’t even know existed? It was agonizingly blissful, but you couldn’t get enough.

Your climax was drawing closer and closer, and you could do little to quiet yourself as he didn’t show any signs of slowing down, not that you even needed to. Your hips jerked, and you gasped, allowing him to hear you sob his name, begging for more, for anything that would bring you to your high, because where the hell did he learn do to this?

His pace was picking up speed, his tongue pressing down hard as he lapped at your clit, flicking it against the sensitive skin, fingers curling, and you could hardly stop yourself from letting the stricken mewl slip from between your lips, a high-pitched, almost pathetically desperate sound that made him growl against you. You were so fucking close, but he was doing nothing to stop you from tumbling towards that edge, and when you tried to warn him, the only sound that came out of your mouth was a trembling moan.

Your orgasm hit you with the force of a tidal wave, and he was the riptide, holding you against him with an iron grasp, working you through your climax and into the realm of overstimulation, into that realm of delicious, overwhelming pleasure. You moaned, deep in your throat, back bowing, and he made a low, desperate sound into your skin. You were throbbing, pulsing around his fingers, and they continued to pump in and out of you until you were dropping your hands from his hair to knot into the blankets, fingers pressing almost painfully against your palms through the fabric.

“Too sensitive, too sensitive— Leviathan, please—”

Fuck, fuck, he wasn’t stopping. Your mouth fell open, eyes rolling back into your head, your toes curling tight, a strangled, sobbing whine rising in your throat. You felt tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, and you tossed your head back, so helplessly entangled in blissful rapture. You felt yourself getting close again, coiling so tight you felt like you might shatter into pieces. Little, helpless pleas were slipping from your lips, and you weren’t even sure what you were saying, just that it made him growl against you, the vibrations of the sound sending you over the edge once more with an unrestrained wail of his name.

You saw white as he continued to move, giving a whine of his own against your cunt, and you yanked a hand up to cover your mouth, teeth sinking into the side of your palm, thrashing in his hold as you convulsed. You were helpless and needy and so sensitive that all you could do was lay there and take everything he gave you.

Finally, mercifully, he moved back, and you allowed yourself to go boneless against the surface beneath your body, chest heaving as you fought to catch your breath. You whimpered as he withdrew his fingers from inside of you, and you watched as he licked the digits clean before he was propping himself up on his knees.

You forced yourself to sit up, moving towards him to rest your forehead against his chest. He wrapped his arms around your body, nose pressing into your hair.

“Can you handle more?” He asked, and you felt your heart skip several beats.

“Yeah,” you said, “I can. But let me rest for a second, okay?”

You scooted closer, tugging him down to lay beside you, and joining your lips together with his. He kissed you languidly, deeply, and you hooked a leg around his waist, moving your hips to press against his, making him give a stricken hiss. One of his hands gripped at your waist, holding you in place as he ground himself against you, reveling in the feel of his clothed cock against your bare cunt. He was so hard, and when you palmed him through his sweatpants, he groaned into your mouth.

It couldn’t be comfortable to be confined in fabric like that, and when your fingers toyed with the hem of the garment, you felt the muscles in his stomach twitch, tensing, anticipating. You flattened your opposite hand against his stomach, the firm expanse of his abs, and fuck how did he get such an awesome body when all he did was sit around all day? You supposed perks came with being a high level demon, and fast metabolism was one of them. That, and all the swimming he did.

“Touch me,” he rumbled, breath hot against your lips, and who were you to deny him?

You pressed harder on the front of his sweats, making him gasp, and he moved back away from your mouth to look down at what you were doing to him as you slowly pushed his waistband down.

Oh, fuck.

You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but it wasn’t the size in front of you. Levi wasn’t a small person, none of his brothers were, so he was no exception. He was so thick, and long enough to make you dizzy. And he was pretty. Pale, flushed gently pink at the tip, glistening with precum. You slowly reached down, letting your fingertips graze against the side, making him gasp, and when you wrapped your hand around him, he twitched against your palm, a stricken hiss escaping through his teeth.

Shit, your fingers just barely met. You squirmed, arousal burning between your thighs, and you felt him twitch again, breath heavy and expression afflicted. Slowly, you pulled your hand back, your thumb finding his tip, and you rubbed circles against it, making him moan. You repeated the action, just to hear it again.

“Fuck,” he hissed, “fuck, that’s good.”

You moved your hand to encircle his girth, smearing the precum against his skin, aiding you as you gave him a slow, easy stroke, an action that made him groan deeply, eyes fluttering closed.

“Fuck,” he breathed, voice hot, “I wanna fuck you so bad.”

You felt your breath stutter, your own lust thrumming in your veins at his admission. You kissed him hard in response, stroking him faster, just to hear him whine against your mouth. His hips bucked with your hand, and you could feel his fingertips dig into your waist, so tight they’d probably leave bruises, but not one part of you cared, not when he was making such perfectly erotic sounds. You adored the way his breath shook when you rubbed circles against his tip, how he groaned, low in his throat, when you squeezed him, rubbing your fingers along the underside.

Finally, gently, he caught your wrist, breaking away from the kiss, and when he looked at you, his eyes were darkened to the color of rust with desire, and your lips met his neck, making him shudder.

“I’m yours,” you whispered, “please, make me yours.”

He pushed you onto your back, crawling overtop of you, fingers skating across your soaked entrance before sinking them inside of you, pumping once, then twice before pulling out, and you felt your heartbeat pause when he pressed the tip of his cock against you. You’re propped yourself up on your elbows, watching as he slowly began to press forward, and fuck, even just the tip felt like a stretch. You tossed your head back, teeth gritted, and he kissed up your neck, easing himself forward just a bit more.

“Levi, you’re so big,” you blurted, and you watched color shade his pale cheeks, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

He pressed forward again, and you whined at the stretch, bordering on pain. Your eyes squeezed shut, breath thin.

“Hnnn, shit,” he hissed, voice taught with rapidly fraying restraint, “y-you’ve gotta relax, you’re too tight.”

You took a breath, fingers scrambling for purchase and finally curling into the blankets beneath you, trying to breathe as he sank deeper, and as he finally bottomed out, your breath stuttered in your lungs. It didn’t hurt, not really, but it was foreign and strange, and you weren’t used to taking something like this. You felt so full, stuffed to the brim, and you watched Leviathan’s face as he took in the abundance of new sensations.

“Oh fuck,” you heard him gasp, eyes drifting closed, and he spoke between gritted teeth, “fuck, fuck— so tight.”

His tail swung in a wide arc behind him before curling on the bed beside you, and you absently reached out to wrap your fingers around it, running your palm up and along the cool scales.

You didn’t expect the short, stricken gasp that action elicited. You also didn’t expect the way that prompted him to draw his hips back, only to press back inside, stuffing you full, and ejecting any coherent thought from your mind. Your grip on his tail tightened reflexively as you cried out, and he gave a harder, deeper thrust in response. His movements were slow, measured, restrained. Like he didn’t want to break you. You knew Levi was stronger than you, much stronger than any human, and that he could easily overpower you in an instant. For some reason, that sent sparks of arousal shooting through you. You wanted him to lose control, like he so badly wanted to. You could see it in his face, as his eyes clamped shut, a muscle tensing in his jaw as you squeezed around him.

Each thrust was slow and even, every drag of his thick cock inside of you sending stars into your vision. You stroked along his tail again, and he hissed between his teeth, twitching inside of you. His hands, curled into the blankets beside your body, went white knuckled in their grip. A low, low groan slipped through his teeth, needy and desperate as he thrust again, slow and deep.

“Levi,” you whimpered, dizzy from the way he was stretching you, “faster, please. Gimme more.”

A strong thrust, and he shifted to support himself on his elbows, forehead resting against yours.

“That what you want?” He rasped, “harder, faster?”

You lifted your legs, linking them around his waist, pulling him closer, and he groaned lowly as he sank deeper inside of you.

“Don’t hold back,” you said, “make me yours, Leviathan.”

That did it. His eyes glinted dangerously, and he was moving back, pulling your hips flush against his, hands on your waist as he pushed himself as deep as he could go, only to pull out and slam forward once more. The impact of the thrust made you cry out loudly, prompting him to repeat the motion, again, and again, and again, and oh fuck, you could barely even think straight with him fucking you like that. The way he was hitting all the right spots, the base of his cock grinding so perfectly against your clit, making you grip the blankets tightly for any sort of anchor at all.

A growl from deep in his chest sent delicious chills down your spine, rising in volume as he fucked you deep, grinding his hips against you whenever he was fully pressed inside of you. You yanked him down, meeting his mouth in a messy kiss, and he moaned into your mouth, a filthy, desperate sound, and you found yourself moving your hips to meet him.

“Fuckfuck— it’s so good.”

You felt yourself shudder, arms winding around his neck.

“You feel good?”

A moan, low and rough. “‘S perfect— please, more, lemme have more—”

“Take it all,” you keened, “wanna make you cum.”

His grip on your body tightened, and his hips pushed forward, filling you completely, grinding deep circles against you. His mouth skated along the column of your throat, reaching your ear, and you squirmed in his iron grip.

“Nobody else can have you,” he snarled, “only me. Only I get to fuck you like this. I hate that anyone has ever even thought of you like this before. You’re mine.”

You smoothed your hand along the back of his head, soothing, loving, and you pulled him into a deep kiss, holding him tight before releasing him, cupping his face.

“Nobody else can have me,” you said, “I’m yours, and you’re mine.”

One of his hands was suddenly pinning your wrists above your head, his opposite one between your bodies, thumb finding your clit and making your hips jerk against him, a shrill whine escaping your mouth. You squirmed in his hold, head tossing back, hair pooling on the pillow, and when you moaned, high and breathy, something in him, the last thread of his restraint, all but disintegrated.

You felt something cool and scaled slithering around your waist, and it took you a moment to figure out that it was his tail through the rose-colored haze of your arousal. It coiled around you, gripping you tight, and you realized he was using it to hold you in place as he fucked you, using it to move you, impaling you on his cock over and over again as he met each tug with deep ruts of his hips, using you like a doll. You squirmed in his hold helplessly, and he released your wrists to brace himself on his elbow, his fingers knotting into the blankets.

The pressure on your clit combined with the drag of his cock inside of you was making your head feel light and fuzzy, helpless from the intense, earthshaking pleasure. He was groaning at the feeling, mixed with low, rough swears and gasps of your name. He was just as affected as you were, if not more, and that aroused you more than words. His thumb pressed down harder, rubbing in circles, and you let out a breathless whine of ecstasy, back arching as much as it could in his grip, hands finding his horns and holding tight as he attached his mouth to your throat.

Sharp fangs sank into your flesh, and he laved over the spot with his tongue, sucking marks into your skin, biting at the tender flesh. His mouth trailed down to your breasts, his lips dragging over a nipple before reattaching to your neck, then your mouth, joining in a feverish kiss. Your head felt empty, deliriously drunk on pleasure, and from the way he was moaning, he was no different. His touches were desperate, needy, and you felt his tail tighten around you, just a little, as he picked up the pace.

The small space was filled with the sound of skin on skin and the smell of sex, making you glad you’d had the forethought to cast that charm, but any thoughts of that were ejected from your mind as he angled his hips just right, hitting the spot that made blurry stars dance across your vision. It felt so fucking good, feeling every inch of him sliding into you, to hear him growl in your ear, to hear him swear and cry out your name like scripture, sacrilegious and sinful from a demon’s lips, but as beautiful as a hymn.

That pressure inside you was drawing tighter, that desperate, feverish feeling that precedes a climax, and you tried to warn him, but all you could do was sob his name as he fucked you deep and hard, his pace borderline punishing and doing absolutely fuck all to help with how sensitive you already were from the two climaxes he’d pulled from you earlier.

You came hard and with a wail of his name, the sensation of you squeezing around him making him snarl into your skin, cock twitching inside of you, teeth sinking into your skin once more. And he wasn’t slowing down, not even as you writhed in his hold, mindless from sensitivity, completely and utterly drunk on him, on what he was doing to you, on his cock. You wrapped your legs tight around his waist, fingers fanning out across his back before flexing, nails digging into the skin, dragging up, making him groan deeply, the sound only making you wind even tighter.

Tears stuck to your cheeks, jewels in your eyelashes, and Leviathan kissed them away, but he didn’t let up, pressing on your clit, making you buck and scream against him, sobbing his name, his praises, anything. Your head was filled with nothing but him, just how he’d wanted it. You came again with a silent cry, head tipped back and mouth wide open, and it was only after that that he moved his thumb away, but his cock was still grinding against your abused clit, winding you up again, and you could do no more than whimper as he chased after his own climax, thrusts growing more and more uneven as he began to reach his limit.

He was chanting your name, voice low and rough, and you squeezed your legs around his body, the least you could do as he continued to use his tail to move you, using it to meet each of his thrusts. He was close, you guessed, from the way his low groans were getting higher in pitch as the sensitivity mounted, both his hands knotting in the blankets beside your head, moaning into your skin.

“Take it,” he snarled, “take it, take it—”

He thrust deep, and you whined weakly, tears spilling past your lashes from the sensitivity as he gushed inside of you, stuffing you full of his cum. You whined his name, and he bucked his hips, chasing the aftershocks of his climax, fucking his cum into you with each motion. He was cumming a lot, enough that it was leaking out of you, but he used his thumb to press it back inside of you, making you hiss at the feel of the digit inside of you, just briefly.

And then, he was collapsing, boneless against you, breath leaving him in heavy pants. His tail unwound itself from your waist, and he was kissing your throat, your face, and finally, your lips. It was a slow, languid kiss, full of affection and gratitude, for letting him do that to you. You kissed him back, wrapping exhausted arms around his neck, running your fingers through his messy hair.

“I love you,” he muttered, voice muffled against your mouth, and you held him tighter, emotion surging through your body.

“I love you, too, Levi.”

He broke away from you, pulling out and flopping beside you. He was breathing heavily, and you were no different. As he caught his breath, he found a package of wet wipes from his bag, which he used to wipe your legs clean, depositing them in the small trash bag you had set up in the corner. He pulled the blankets up around your bodies, gathering you close to him.

“I lost control,” he said, “are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You smiled. “No, Levi, you didn’t hurt me. It was really hot, actually.”

Levi made a sound like he was being strangled. “I— what? I see.”

There was the Leviathan you knew. You snuggled into his chest, sleepy and satisfied.

“I’m on birth control,” you said, “‘s okay.”

He chuckled, relieved. “That’s… good to know. You’re sure I didn’t hurt you?”

You shook your head. “‘M fine. Sleepy. That was really good.”

His breath shuddered. “You’re mine now, right? I can be with you?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, “yours.”

He lifted your chin to meet your mouth in a kiss. You smiled against his lips.

“Sleepy,” you repeated, utterly exhausted.

“Mm,” Leviathan said, “sleepy.”

He snuggled you close, nose buried in your hair, and you could practically feel the happiness radiating off of him. You lazily linked your arms around his body, enjoying the feel of his skin against yours, the way his heat enveloped you like a second blanket.

“Love you,” you muttered, but you got no response. You looked up, only to find him asleep, face serene. It was okay, though. You smiled, curling close to him. You knew he loved you too.

That was your last thought before you fell asleep.

BONUS:

”It wasn’t a dream.”

You woke when he spoke, groggy and sore as all hell. You groaned, snuggling closer to him, pulling the blanket up and over your head. The air was cool and fresh, smelling of dew and early morning. Leviathan’s body was warm, and you didn’t particularly feel like separating yourself from him, not now.

“Hmm?” You hummed, and Levi lifted the blanket to look at you, making you squint up at him. His face was vibrantly red, eyes wide, awed.

“It wasn’t a dream,” he repeated, “last night was real.”

You yawned, pressing your face into the crook of his neck.

“No dream,” you said, “I don’t know how well I’ll be able to walk after that.”

A moment of silence, and he wrapped his arms more tightly around you.

“You told me you loved me,” he said.

“Mhm,” you said, “and I meant it. What time is it?”

“I don’t know,” he said, “can we stay here? I want to lay with you a while longer.”

You smiled. “I’m okay with that.”

You lifted your head to press a kiss against his mouth, warm and loving and sleepy. He melted against you, and when you pulled back, he tucked you closer against his body.

The two of you lay like that for quite a while before you were able to pry yourselves apart. And it was perfect.

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