…..Survivor’s Gilt. defeated warriors who make it back home are decorated with molten gold poured in intricate patterns across their skin that detail the defeat and the fallen. the burns fade with time, but the cold weight of the metal in their skin is a permanent reminder of what - and who - they lost
Warnings: sex shop AU, sex toys (particularly bullet vibrators), mentions of virginity, very light corruption kink, overstimulation (and slight crying, still consensual), dirty talk, implied oral sex
(And just as a side note, I never expected the first part to blow up as much as it did! So thank you to everyone who’s taken the time to read my first set of thirsty HCs for our favorite lil captain. It means the world to me! So I hope you enjoy this little follow-up!)
Sex shop worker! Levi who brings you into the back room upon your first real “lesson.” He’s taught you the basics, about cleaning your toys and how to store them properly. (Which wasn’t the ideal first lesson to you, but you’re happy with the knowledge nonetheless.) The last thing he wants happening is for you to get sick from not taking care of them properly.
Sex shop worker! Levi who simply revels in the way your eyes dart around the dim hallway, the way your fingers twist around each other, the way your knees almost knock together when he stops at a certain room on the right. So eager—so innocent.
Sex shop worker! Levi who smirks to himself when he sees your jaw drop as he pushes the door open. A plain looking room, but a lovely shade of red, with a velvet couch resting in the center. Not too fancy, but enough to spice up the air. And it’s no secret that you’re anticipating what he has in store for you, by the way you’re not-so-subtly squeezing your thighs together.
Sex shop worker! Levi who looks incredibly alluring beneath the faint red light. The mere sight of him is enough to make your head spin: the sharp outline of his jaw, the muscles pressing against the sleeves of his shirt, the midnight bangs that fall over his piercing eyes… Your face grows hot when he glances at you, lips quirked in a smug grin. He knows what he’s doing to you—and you swear he can hear your heart thrumming against your rib cage as he slowly makes his way over to you, but not before locking the door with a faint click.
Sex shop worker! Levi who slips the little plastic bag from the crook of your elbow—the one carrying the toy you’ve brought along with you—his fingers fluttering against your heated skin. The very first toy you bought under his supervision (more like, the first toy you ever bought): a little bullet vibrator, tiny and purple and oh so full of possibilities. You made sure to clean it well before he took you back here, so you could jump right into your first ever private lesson.
Sex shop worker! Levi, whose voice is soft and deep as he orders you to “Strip.” Your fingers tremble against the hem of your shirt, the button of your jeans, fuck why did you decide to wear them it’s already so hot in here—and just to assure you that you’re not alone, he pulls his shirt up and over his head, and you barely have time to steal a glimpse of his abdomen before he’s kissing your throat, fingers pressed against your neck to keep you in place.
Sex shop worker! Levi who takes it upon himself to undress you, slipping your pretty pink panties off, hanging them around one ankle as he lowers you along the couch. You’ve managed to dance around his suspicions multiple times before, but now it’s absolutely certain: you’re a virgin, from the gentle pecks you press to his cheek, to the way you shiver and moan against his touch. So sweet, and yet so sinful. Oh, he’s going to have so much fun with you.
Sex shop worker! Leviwho takes his time with you. Exploring your body, dragging his tongue along the dips of your collarbone, brushing his hands along your bare hips. His cock swells in his boxers when he feels your little hands roaming along his chest, his neck, nails biting against the scruff of his undercut. A sweet moan fills his ears when he slides a finger through your slick. “So fucking wet already.” It’s hard not to blush as he stares down at you, dipping his finger into his mouth with a groan.
Sex shop worker! Leviwho flicks the vibrator on with his thumb, watching as you jolt at the sound of the buzz. Eyes wide, jaw slack, chest heaving—he decides it’s a sight he could never get tired of, as he lowers the bullet against your stomach. The first brush makes you tense up, eyes fluttering shut as he circles it around your skin, soft and gentle, and maybe this isn’t so bad, you could get used to this—
Sex shop worker! Levi who presses the bullet against your clit, and suddenly you’re writhing and babbling and throwing your head back against the arm of the couch. Your nails are tiny razors against his shoulders, thighs quivering beneath his own as he circles the bullet around your clit. Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth, eyes frantically darting from his face to his hand, to try to figure out what the fuck is he doing to make it feel so fucking good…
Sex shop worker! Levi, whose mouth is suddenly against the shell of your ear, whispering sinful promises in that deep, seductive voice of his. “Why don’t you cum for me, princess? I know you can do it. Cum for me like a good girl.” And the thought of being his good girl,only his, is enough to make you scream out his name as you clench around nothing, the bullet thrumming against your burning clit.
Sex shop worker! Levi who doesn’t stop circling your clit, even when the tears are leaking from your eyes. Instead of pushing his wrist away, you buck your hips into his hand, moaning his name over and over and over again. He plays with the settings on the bullet, trying out different patterns and rhythms, trying to see what elicits the strongest response from your body. It’s a drug you’ll never get tired of, a drink you can’t get enough of. You can feel yourself gushing beneath his body, slick dribbling onto the cushions—Levi won’t be happy if you make a mess—but it feels too good that you can’t find it in yourself to care. All that matters is the man above you, who’s intent on bringing you to the edge as many times as he can.
Sex shop worker! Levi who finally lets you rest after the fourth time, slowly massaging your clit with the bullet. You whimper when the pressure finally eases up, tears staining your cheeks, chest slick with sweat as you gaze up at him. He leaves a gentle kiss on your forehead before placing the toy on the table beside the couch. He’ll clean it as soon as he’s finished with you.
Sex shop worker! Levi who ignores the way you yelp when he lifts your legs, palms resting in the crooks of your knees, as he settles down between your thighs, silver eyes flickering up to meet your own. “You’re fucking filthy, princess,” and there’s the slightest trace of a smile in his voice when he adds, “might as well clean you up, right?”
traditional ink and digital screentones test before putting my pen to the Theon comic… I actually also did a strip about the buildup to this scene but (being a test) it kind of got ruined by my old supplies haha *cries* this one is made with a new nib
Paladin for Haurchefant Warrior for being an unkillable machine Dark Knight for the edge Gunbreaker for the booms
Monk for crunches Dragoon for the BOING Ninja for Dance Dance Revolution Samurai for the aesthetic Reaper for the TRUE AESTHETIC
White Mage for the BLOOD LILY Scholar for the Masochism with a side healer Astrologian for the Heals Sage for just the Masochism
Bard for the live performance…I fucking guess Machinist for CRITICAL DRILL Dancer for the fun of it
Red Mage is for the Zen of the Rotation Summoner is for the simplisty Black Mage for the Leylines and the serotonin of big explosions Blue Mage to make Bahamut Prime know what a God truly is
it’s not like sleepy tks okay! not light traces and drifting off to sleep! that’s adorable but insomnia SUCKS.
tks to help with insomnia gets you tired!! squeezing and rapid poking and kneading into your worst spots until you’re utterly exhausted! and THEN soft tks and encouraging words to drift to sleep!!!
