possessive!levi i just ajajwnwisnznznzoalwkwnakalwnwnwksmsznsiwk
possessive!levi just makes me grrrrrrrrrrrrrrhrhrhjddj
possessive!levi whose brows are pulled down when he sees some guy wrap his arms around your waist.
“who’s that?”
“huh? oh, no one...”
no one? levi turns into a cranky old man for the rest of the day, not even cracking his facade as you peck him with kisses. he’ll forgive you after he fucks you, biting down on your shoulder when he cums.
possessive!levi who is addicted to biting you during sex. the imprint of his teeth is permanently pressed into the skin by the nape of your neck, lavender blossoms staining your skin. you hate it when he leaves his marks visible on your neck, but he hates it more when you cover them up.
possessive!levi who likes to glare at the men who stare at you too long, finding joy in the way they start sweating from the intensity of his gaze. he does it all the time, especially to waiters at restaurants. you try to kick him to stop, but he’ll never waiver.
possessive!levi who likes to keep his hand in your back pocket, y’know, like in those ‘90 movies. if you start talking to someone for too long, he’ll just squeeze your ass through your jeans so you get all flustered.
“stop it, levi, ‘s embarrassing.”
“i’m not doing anything.”
possessive!levi who keeps his hand on your lower back all the time, likes to tug you right next to him so everyone knows you’re his. He loves it when you curl your hand around his bicep, letting everyone know that he’s yours too.
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