#just realizing as I’m tagging this I didn’t put levi as any of the commenters…….. my god I am ashamed

[butchmammon]

who gave him access to the oven first of all,

[imagineanime2022]

Incubus/Succubus S/O

Leviathan X Reader, Asmodeus X Reader, Beelzebub X Reader, Diavolo X Reader

Requested by: Anon

Summary: Your ashamed about half of your demon heritage and it causes some weird behaviour and the boys notice.

Note: I tried to keep this a gender neutral as possible and used both Incubus (male) and Succubus (female) where necessary so that people can choose while reading.

Warning: Bullying, body hate, self doubt.

Leviathan

🎮 Levi knew a lot about self loathing and while you hid it very well, he could still tell when there was a problem, he didn’t know what to do about it but he could tell that it was there.

🎮 The problem stemmed from your heritage, you were part of the Incubus and while it was only part of who you were it was the part that everyone seemed to focus on, even in a school surrounded by demons there is still a class system.

🎮 You hated how you lived, you didn’t need to consume dreams to live and you honestly hated the idea of it.

🎮 You hated how sexual everything was whenever someone approached you and then when you told them that you weren’t interested or had a boyfriend things became a little more hostile and you can’t help but blame the reputation that follows an incubus/succubus.

🎮 You found yourself spending more time alone, the brothers were the ones that informed Levi that there might be something wrong but he really started to worry when you stopped answering his text messages, he decided that it was time to go see you.

Levi did knock on your door first but when you didn’t answer, he decided that he’d just open the door, what he was faced with worried him more than anything. You were sitting on your bed hand pressed against your chest as you cried. Levi had never seen anything other than a smile on your face and he honestly never thought that he’d see you cry. He snapped out of his surprised stupor and moved towards you, he gently reached out to you, when you didn't flinch back he gently maneuvered you until you curled between his legs, he wanted to ask you want had happened but he knew that calming you down was the only way that he was going to get any answers. 

Levi could hear your phone vibrating as notifications popped up on your phone. At first he ignored them until he realized that you flinched every time that it did, he leaned over and grabbed the phone, opening it and scrolling through the comments under a post that you had been tagged in. The incubus/succubus community was very tight knit and once they chose their victim they were relentless and they had chosen you, it looked like they were making comments about you being a half breed and assuming that was the reason that you didn’t use you power to manipulate dreams very often, saying that you weren’t as naturally beautiful as the purebreds of your kind. Some even went as far as saying that you were lying about your boyfriend. He turned off your phone and put it on your bedside table.

By now your crying had died down and while he didn’t want it to start all over again, he needed to address this situation before you started to feel any worse “how long has this been happening?” He asked.

“A couple of weeks.” You answered.

“Why?” He asked.

“The guy who posted it wanted me to go on a date with him.” You answered “I said no because I’m dating you, he didn’t like that, he thought that because I was a halfbred that I’d be more desperate.” 

“Don’t call yourself that.” You had never heard Levi’s voice so stern but you were a little too far gone to realize.

“That’s what I am and I hate it.” You answered “the part of me that walks through dreams and lies to get what it wants, that’s the part of me that everyone wants me to love and embrace but I want nothing more than to forget that it’s even there, all it’s done is cause me problems.” You complained.

“What about when you stay with me?” He asked.

“What are you talking about?” You asked.

“When you stay with me, sometimes I have nightmares, I remember them, you always change them, you make sure that I have a good night's sleep but if you didn’t have these powers you wouldn’t be able to help me.” Levi said as he turned you so that you were looking at him and took your hands in his. “I don’t know why those people keep saying all these horrible things to you but none of them are true.” 

“How do you know that?” You asked.

“You’ve not given me any reason to believe that.” He said softly “and I’ll prove it to you everyday if I have to.” 

Asmodeus 

Glamour - Type of magic used to hide certain aspects of or change your appearance

💅 Asmo loved your demon form more than anything in the world but he very rarely got to see it, most of the time it’s be when you were asleep next to him that the glamour would drop and he could really appreciate you.

💅 He’d know that you had a bad day when you showed up and your tail was swaying from side to side or your horns were peaking out of your hair.

💅 He realized your reason for hiding it when he was in classes with you and caught you watching some of the demons across the room, he frowned as he looked at them all talking about their demon forms and showing them off.

💅 He never understood what the problem was and he wouldn’t until he asked you.

💅 You on the other hand were hiding behind a human glamor because your horns and tail were what you hated the most. You watched as the demons across the room showed off their demon forms and they looked amazing but then again they weren’t incubus/succubus.

You sighed as you wrapped your tail tighter around your waist and grabbed all of your stuff before heading to your next class.

Asmo wrapped an arm around you as you left RAD guiding you towards The House of Lamentation, you looked at him and frowned “where are we going?” You asked, a small smile on your face as he linked hands with you.

“I want to show you something.” He answered as he started swinging your linked hands.

“What do you want to show me?” You asked.

“You’ll see when we get back to my room…” He teased and you looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

“Have you been shopping again?” You asked.

“Always but that’s not it.” He smiled as he pulled you through the gates and towards the front door, he’d led you to his bedroom and closed the door, you put your bag on a chair out of the way and by the time you turned around Asmo was there ready to give you a kiss.

He turned you towards the mirror and smiled “will you drop the glamour?” He asked.

“Why?” You asked, looking down at your feet.

“I love those little horns and your expressive tail and I’d love to be able to appreciate them while you're awake.” He answered, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“When you're asleep the glamour drops sometimes and I get to see the real you, I love it.” He answered.

“They aren’t very attractive.” You mumbled.

“Mm? What do you think of my demon form?” He asked and when you looked back up you were speechless, the same way you were every time that you looked at his demon form.

“Yours? I love it.” You answered as he rested his chin against your shoulder lifting your hand to touch his horns.

“You like the way they feel?” He asked.

“Mm.” You hummed, closing your eyes and relaxing into him as he spoke.

“Do they look good?” He asked.

“Everything looks good on you.” You answered and he nodded.

“Should I hide any of it?” He asked.

“Never.” You answered.

“Then why would it be different for you?” He asked, you knew that he was right but knowing and accepting were very different. “You know there’s one thing that I’m super jealous of.” He said softly as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, “I wish I had a tail so that I could wrap it around you every time you got too far away from me, so that I could hold you when your hands are full.”

“You want a tail?” You asked as your eyes moved down to where your tail would be when you dropped the glamour.

“I do.” He answered moving to press his face into your shoulder until he felt your tail wrap around his waist, he froze.

“Is that okay? I can move-” 

“Don’t you dare.” He muttered as he pulled you closer looking at you in the mirror again. “Let’s relax for a little while before I show you all the outfits I bought that you’ll wear one day.” 

Beelzebub

🍔 Beel for sure knows that something is wrong but he’s unlikely to put together that it has anything to do with you being an incubus/succubus.

🍔 He asks you if you're okay if you're okay everyday and he knows that you aren’t telling him the entire truth when you nod and smile at him.

🍔 Beel did notice that the physical affection you showed him had decreased significantly and he had no idea why, he didn’t think that he had done something wrong but he must have.

🍔 You on the other hand had come to the conclusion that you were annoying and clingy and it was driven by your incubus/succubus side and your need for affection.

You were aware of how undesirable that was and the fact that he had 6 brothers that he might want to spend time with so you stopped seeking affection and waited for him to ask you for it.

Beel hadn’t seen you all day and he had been looking for you when he finally found a friend of yours who said that you weren’t feeling too well so you stayed home. Beel lost interest in the rest of his lesson and went to make sure that you were okay. He knocked on the door and you opened it a few seconds later, he could see that you weren’t well and he reached out for you gently taking your face in his hands, he saw you lean into him and took that as a sign to pull you closer. “How are you feeling?” He asked.

“Better now that you are here.” You answered.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?” He asked as he lifted you, guiding your legs to wrap around his waist as he carried you back to your bed, where he sat with you on his lap.

“I’m not sick.” You mumbled.

“Really? Then what’s going on?” He asked.

“Bodies getting used to something.” You answered, drawing patterns into the shirt that covered his chest and he raised an eyebrow.

“What?” He asked.

“Okay so… I realized that I was being really clingy.” You mumbled “I know that’s annoying and you have brothers and other friends so I just decided to step away for a little while and wait for you to ask for affection.” You explained.

“What? Why? I love that you're clingy, I look forward to when you’d jump on my back and wrap your arms and legs around me or when I’d get to carry you around and show you off.” He frowned. 

“I… Just because I’m an incubus/succubus doesn’t mean that I have to make it your problem.” You mumbled, Beel directed your chin so that you were looking at him and pressed his lips to yours, you could feel the energy flow back into you.

“Don’t ever do that again!” He ordered “if you're hungry then take what you want, I don’t care how you take it, I won’t care just please take care of yourself.”

“Can you stay for a little while then?” You asked.

“I’m staying the whole night, Lucifer is going to be mad that I missed all my classes.” He answered pulling you closer “but I’m not leaving you until you're back to normal.”

Diavolo

👑 Diavolo was out with Barbatos when he caught a glimpse of you for the first time, he asked the demon butler who you were and he was able to provide him with your name and the knowledge that you attended RAD.

👑 He thought you were beautiful so he approached you and he loved the conversation that you had even more, you didn’t treat him like the prince of Devildom you treated him like a normal person, you told him what you actually thought not what you thought he wanted to hear, your laugh was genuine and you compliments even more so.

👑 However for you it was confusing, you had no idea why he was paying so much attention to you but you knew that he wasn’t playing with you, he was far too genuine for that.

👑 You came to the conclusion that he’d soon figure out that he could do better, especially when he found out that you were half incubus/succubus.

👑 You decided it was better for you to pull away, he is surrounded by so many people, he probably wouldn’t even notice if you disappeared, there will be someone to take you place, he won’t be alone for long if at all.

“So what happened with you and the demon prince?” Your friend asked leaning over the table to look you in the eye.

“Oh nothing.” You waved her off.

“He seemed pretty interested.” She raised an eyebrow as she looked at you.

“He could do better.” You shrugged.

“He dropped you, if he dropped you I’ll march right into that throne room and make a scene.” She warned and your eyes widened.

“No he didn’t drop me, I pulled away because he can do better than a half breed that thrives on lies and lust to live.” You answered, continuing to pick at your food.

“You think you should decide that for him?” She asked “maybe he thought that you could do better.” 

“Than a prince?” You asked.

“See you think that’s impossible, maybe that’s what he thinks about you.” She shrugged.

“That’s impossible.” You pointed your fork at her.

“But she’s right.” You jumped at the sound of his voice behind you and you looked back at him.

“I’ll let you guys talk.” Your friend stood up leaving you both alone.

“I wondered why you disappeared, I thought that first date went very well.” He smiled as he sat next to you.

“I did.” You nodded.

“But you think that you aren’t good enough for me?” He asked. “Why is that?” 

“I’m just some lowly incubus/succubus, I fit to be no one's girlfriend, we aren’t built for relationships, I don’t want to hurt you, you're too good for that.” You answered.

“Last I checked you were only half incubus/succubus, there’s every chance that this could work but how would we know unless we try?” He asked.

“You really want to try?” You asked fiddling with your hands, he gently took your hands in his and pulled your attention back to him.

“I will not fault you for something you had no choice in, we were both born with a reputation we didn’t choose, so how about we choose this?” He asked.

“Alright.” You nodded.

*Part 2*

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[misssquishy]

Fifty Shades of Lucifer. 18+ an obey me fanfic🔞 (A dominant Lucifer and a submissive Mc)

🔞 Warning:  spanking, toys, bondage, shock collar and a whole bunch of sin.

I need some help. There was this obey me fanfic on this hellish website and I don't know who it was wrote by, or what was the title of the post, so if anyone knows what I'm talking about, please link it in the comments. so the boys were trying to hide their heat from Mc, but Mc, found out anyway and it went from youngest to oldest; belphegor got caught doing shit to Mc's underwear, beel fuck Mc on belph bed, asmo couldn't stand his own scent, Satan was angry, Levi did the 'do' to himself with his tail, Mammon was mammon and the last time I check Lucifer one wasn't out. so if anyone knows what I'm talking about please link it in the comments, I will kiss you.

If you're curious what is wrong with me click this link

if you find a grammar mistake don't tell me I'm not going to fix it

I was about to do this whole like every time Lucifer speaks is red but I forgot the app sucks donkey ass, so it doesn't save what I want it to do (it also removes some of the stuff I wrote down here)

He was sitting in his study, up late again as the night before paperwork had to be done. Lucifer was tired as he sat at his desk, gloves were off, his tie was undone.  Leaning against his hand as he tried his hardest to stay awake. He was stressed and he knew it. He was tired of the paperwork, his brother's antics and tired of cleaning up their messes. But he has too much pride to admit that he needs a break. He leaned back in his chair, letting out a sigh as his fingers ran through his hair. He came to a realization that he is too stressed to carry on, he needed to let out his frustration. He usually just holds it in until he has enough and blows up on Mammon. But recently Lucifer got a new pet to take his anger out on. He chuckled to himself as he stood up, he walked to the fireplace and put out the flames. He opened the door to his study and closed it behind him as he left for his room, a smile plastered across his face as he made his way to his room, gratefully waiting for your arrival.

Feeling groggy your eyes flutter open, slowly being woken up by your D.D.D. ringing on the nightstand. You rolled out of bed and walked to the nightstand, the name 'Lucifer' flashed on the screen as you answered the call "Hello…?" "Were you asleep?" He asked with a voice more tired sounding than yours "Come to my room, now, don't make me wait" you looked at your phone confusedly as the call ended, you wondered why Lucifer wanted you at this hour as you slowly walked to his bedroom. You knocked on the wood, a weary "Come in" encouraged you to open the door "You wanted to see me, Lucifer?" "Yes, close the door" you complied and closed it. You looked around the room before your eyes landed on a little box lying on his bed. You looked at the table, several more Akuzon boxes sitting on it. You glanced at the Avatar pride that was sitting on the couch, glass of wine in hand "Come, set" he gestured to the bed. you wandered over and sat down next to the box  "I'm sorry for calling on you at this hour, I needed to ask you a question"  "Is the question that important that you have to wake me up at 2:00 am?" Lucifer didn't like the cocky tone in your voice as you said those words, but he kept calm as he knew that cockiness wouldn't last for long "Yes, it's very important for that it couldn't wait for tomorrow" he put the glass of wine up to his lips and sipped it "First, I would like you to open your gift" he gestured to the Akuzon box sitting next to you. You hesitated, it's Lucifer after all and the way he was staring at you, wasn't innocent. He noticed your expression as you looked at the box curiously and laughed "Go on, It's not poisonous, you can open it"  you looked at him then slowly shrugged as you began to open the box. You were shocked as your eyes looked at the content within the box: a red leash with a matching collar and golden dog tags attached to it

"Do you like it?" He asked with a slight smile across his face. You stared at the collar as you noticed your full name and your date of birth on one of the dog tags, and the words ‘property of Lucifer’ on the other "Now, on to the question why you're here" he said as he sat his glass on the table "Are you my good girl?" You stare at him as you slowly realize the real reason why you're here. You tightly squeeze the dog collar as your heart pounded with excitement "yes" you mumble as you squeeze your thighs together, your hips shifting in your seat. Lucifer let out a slight chuckle  "Is that how good girls talk now?" You looked down at the floor in shame as you slowly shook your head "Now, I'll ask you again" placing his elbows on the table as he rested his chin on his hands "are you my good girl?" He stared at you and curiosity as he wandered, will you give him what he wanted? You started to become aroused. You know what he wants, and you know if you say it, you would become his bitch from that point on. staring at the collar again, glancing over the dog tags once more as you took a deep breath and let out a little ”yes, master”

Lucifer started laughing, that was the right answer. He leaned back in his seat and patted his leg "Come here, and bring the gift" you tried to put up some "fight". you think it's fun to get under his skin sometimes, and think it's sexy when he gets angry "I'm not a dog, Lucifer" . He saw that you were still defiant, and wondered how much you could take until you finally broke. He sighed "why are you so damn stubborn?" He stood up straight, his words were full of annoyance as he spoke "I said come here" you rolled your eyes as you got on your hands and knees on the floor and slowly crawled to Lucifer, leash and collar in your hand. Stopping between his legs as you look at him, a devilish grin plastered across his face "That's how good girl's should act" a part of you hates being treated like a dog, but you can't ignore your arousal. And the more obedient you are, the more ecstatic he becomes. He took the collar from you and fastened it around your neck "It fits perfectly" he said "Now people will know who you belong to" He then patted his lap, encouraging you to lay on it. As you lay your head on his inner thigh he begins to rub his fingers through your hair "You're such a good girl, yes you are" you sit there as he pat your head and you close your eyes, it was soothing. It was late and you didn't mean to. but loving the tension, you slowly drifted off to sleep. Lucifer saw that you were going to sleep and got even more annoyed. 

He grabbed the leash and yanked on it, jerking you forward "Don't you dare go to sleep on me now, we haven't got started yet" he let go of the leash and place a hand on your cheek "I have more gifts for you" he said "But you have to earn them" his hand moved to the back of your head and ran his fingers through your hair before grabbing a fistful of it, making you wince as you stared at the devilish grin on his face "Now, be a good girl and suck your master’s cock" he set up and started unbuckling his pants "I will warn you, I'm not going to hold back this time" You weighed in anticipation as he slowly unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his fly. He ran his thumb under the waistband of his boxers staring at you while he did it, making you wait "Is this what you want?" He asked while pulling down his boxers, exposing his aching shaft. You open your mouth and stick out your tongue, you can't deny it any more, you did enjoy the way he treated you. He cocked an eyebrow at your eagerness. He found it amusing, how you were so hesitant the first time you two did something like this, but in that moment you were like a dog begging for a treat, and he loved it. Lucifer put a hand on your cheek, his thumb entered your mouth and rubbed it on the inside of your cheek before pulling on it, making your mouth open wider. The tip of his cock rested on your tongue before sliding in your mouth, a slight hiss escaped from his lips as you fully took him in your mouth "Ahw! fuck yes!" His hands moved to the back of your head, his fingers slid through your hair as he bucked his hips. You gagged as Lucifer’s cock slid into your throat, you always had trouble taking him in your mouth, he definitely was on the thicker side than his brothers. your aching pussy throbbed between your legs as your arousal began to be unbearable. Enjoying the feeling of your face being fuck, you put your hand down your pants and started teasing yourself, rubbing and teasing the sensitive folds. 

Lucifer stopped, looking down at you,  he saw what you were doing and pulled out of your throat, resting his cock in your mouth before slamming back deep in your throat, making you choke.

 your eyes begin to water from the feeling of his member violently thrust into you "I didn't give you permission to touch yourself" he removes his cock from your throat, leaving you with an empty feeling. You wanted more, removing your hands but reaching out a hand to touch the throbbing member before you, but Lucifer smacked your hand away "dogs don't eat their meal with their hands" he grabbed your hair and pushed your face against his crotch making his dick grind against your cheek. He took the tip of his cock and started pressing it against your cheek "A good dogs eat there food with there fucking tongue" he said while forcefully rubbing the head of his member against your cheek, making your face shiny with pre "Now, be a good BITCH and eat your food" you tried to put up a fight. You wanted to please him, but you also wanted to piss him off just to see what he does next "I. AM. NOT. A. DOG-" as soon as you said those words, Lucifer immediately became annoyed and grabbed your face. He held your chin with a tight grip as his thumb and index finger pressed into your cheeks "are you trying to piss me off!?"

Yes, yes you were..

"Why are you so disobedient?!" He knew you were being disobedient on purpose, he knew you were just trying to get under his skin, just to rile him up. He knows he has to break you now. Lucifer roughly rubs the tip of his cock against your lips, making them glossy as he covers them in pre-cum "Now, be a good bitch and lick my cock" without hesitation your tongue is out, licking the underside of Lucifer's shaft. You rolled your tongue from the base to his head. A weak "finally" croak from Lucifer's throat. Your tongue explored his shaft, licking up and down his cock making him grit his teeth. You licked back up to the tip and started circling the head with your tongue. Lucifer growled when the tip of your tongue licked at the slit of his cock. Looking up at him, his eyes were glossy with a yellow hue as his gaze met yours "does it feel good?" You smile with a slight chuckle as the tip of your tongue digs into the slit of his member, lapping up beads of pre. Lucifer got agitated "shut up" your mouth was suddenly filled with his cock. You put your hands on his hips and dig your nails into his skin, the feelings of  your throat being filled up once again made you moan around him. He bucked his hips, he ran his fingers through your hair as he started to lose it  "N- now that's how a good girl should act!" His thrust got faster and rougher, and the pathetic, muffled sound that you tried to make only encouraged him "do m- my pet want a treat?" He pulled on your hair, yanking your head back. Lucifer took his cock out of your mouth, and stroked it in front of your face "open your mouth, and stick out your tongue" you did what you were told, sticking your tongue out and watched him as he stroked his member, vigorously. His tip lied on your tongue as he pumped his cock up and down "don't spill a fucking drop!" he said with gritted teeth. With one final grunt, your mouth was full with his cum. Covering your tongue. his cum overflowed from your mouth, you tried to catch it with your hands. Lucifer pulled away and looked at you. He got even more annoyed, you had one job and you couldn't do it right "lick your hands" he said with a disappointed look on his face. You stared at your hands that were covered in his seed and put them up to your lips. You looked up at him as you started to lick the palm of your hands, tracing your tongue over lines in your hands that were covered in his seed. Lucifer stared intensively as he watched you suck your fingers, staring right into your eyes as you licked between your fingers. When you are done you sit on the floor, waiting for him to give you another command. He laughed at your obedience "you did such a good job in sucking me off, but…" he crouch down in front of you, a slight devious smile plastered across his face as he tap the floor with a finger "you missed a spot" you looked down at the small puddle of Lucifer's cum seeping into the carpet "Lick it up" you stared at him "no" you said with a little cockiness in your voice. Lucifer didn't find your disobedience cute however, now he knows that he has to break you of that little Pride you have left.

"I don't think I stuttered, did i?" Lucifer's voice was low and cold. He grabbed you by the hair and pushed your face down into the carpet "I said Lick. It. Up!" You reluctantly did what you were told. He watched with amusement as you lapped up his cum from the carpet like a dog. When you were done you looked at him, waiting for another command. Lucifer met your gaze, chuckled as he slowly shook his head. He grabbed you by the arm and made you stand up, his hands moved up to your face. His thumbs rubbed over your cheeks, wiping away the tears that still remains "you were doing so good, mc" he said as his hands slide down  to your shoulders "but you wasted it, so now I'm going to have to punish you" he grabbed you by the arm again and sat down on the couch, dragging you down with him. He bent you over his knee, making you face the fireplace. You let out a gasp as he started pulling down your pants "Lucifer?!" He let your pants dangle from your ankles, exposing your ass to him. He ran a hand up your thighs, and slowly cupped one of your cheeks before slapping it. you whine from the pain. You tried to brace yourself for another strike, but you couldn't help but to scream as his hand came in contact with your skin again, harder, making a wave of pain wash over your body "I didn't give you permission to touch yourself, you wasted my cum and you are so disobedient. Scream all you like, this is your fault" he hit you harder, and harder. Your screams bounce off the walls. It hurts, but you couldn't help but to get off from it. Lucifer was enjoying your screams as he slapped your ass, leaving red handprints on your abused skin "Apologize" "wha-?!" Was all you can say before he hit you again "Apologize for what you did" his hand began to rubbed over the red skin of your ass "Apologize for being disobedient, wasting my cum and for touching yourself without my permission" he slapped you again making you whimper out a weak "I'm sorry" he slapped your ass again "LOUDER!" "I'M SORRY!" You screamed as you balled your hands into fists. You brace yourself for another hit but you are caught off guard by Lucifer laughing. He didn't know why he was laughing, but somehow the way you pleaded for forgiveness was cute, and also pathetic. Lucifer's hand went back to your ass. You wince from the stinging sensation as Lucifer's warm hands started rubbing the abused skin of your ass cheek, smirking as he rubbed the red marks that he made "You're enjoying this aren't you?" "no.." you whimpered out. Lucifer  knew that you were lying and found it cute that you tried so hard to deny what you truly wanted. His hand moved to your thighs, slowly sliding them up. Your whimpers turn into moans as Lucifer fingers trails over your aching folds "If you're not enjoying this, then why are you so wet?" He removed your pants from your ankles and threw them. He grabbed you by the arm and lifted you up to make you straddle him. The smile that was on Lucifer's face quickly turned into a devilish grin when he saw your tearful eyes. Lucifer cooed happily as  he licked your fallen tear from your cheeks, before moving to your ear and whispering "Maybe we should stop" "what...?" You said as you tried not to focus on the stinging sensation from your butt "Since my bitch is crying so much, then we need to stop" you were shocked. Why did he want to stop now? This wasn't the first time that Lucifer spanked you, far from it, but this time you know it was different. Almost like he's been causing you pain deliberately, like he's trying to prove something. Your mine ran blink for a moment, then a slight sigh lifted you as leaned your head against his shoulder “I will stop with the behavior” You now know what this was about. Your voice was hoarse as you quietly whispered "don't stop…. please" you moved to kiss him. A gentle kiss to his lips turned into a rough one, leaving you gasping for air when you pulled away “ You sank to your knees on to the floor, grabbing the red leash that was still hooked to the red matching collar that was still on your neck. Lucifer was surprised when you put the leash into his open palm and then closed his hand. Pulling away, you looked up at him as nothing but shame fell from your lips "please don't stop" you let your head hang down a shame as you continued "I'll do what you say, I'll be your dog, just don't stop" setting on the floor with your head down, you felt a shane but you wanted more. The room was uncomfortably silent as the two of you waited on for the other one to speak first, the Avatar Pride was stunned by your sudden actions that he actually looked at you with a slight pity. It was until you utter the word "master?" when Lucifer's calm demeanor turns into greed. When he loosened his grip on the leash it slithered out of his hand, and on to the floor "such a picky pet" you kept your eyes on the floor, waiting for your master to tell you what to do. It wasn't until Lucifer grabbed you by the hair when you looked at him, a stinging sensation in your scalp from how hard he was gripping on to your hair. Lucifer looked at you with disgust  and that look that he gives you when he's disciplining you. It was full of shame and disappointment, and you usually were afraid when he looked at you like that, but in this situation you can't help being aroused. "You'll do what I say, huh?" You nod your head with the little mobility you had "You like it when I treat you like a dog, don't you? treating you like shit, while I fuck your brains out?" a worried "yes" was all you can say before you were forcefully tossed on the floor "Then prove it" he crossed his legs as he continued "Bow to me and prove your loyalty" you moved from your spot on the floor to be in front of Lucifer. Setting yourself up where you were on your knees, and slowly bowing your head. It wasn't enough for Lucifer however, and he silently put his foot on the back of your head, and pushed down to make your face buried in the carpet "Look at you, not putting up a fight like an obedient bitch" he continued "now, who does this bitch belong to?" He slowly started grinding his foot into your head, making you wince "I said who do you belong to?" A weary "you, sir" came out before your face was buried deep into the carpet, your head pinned  down to the floor by Lucifer's foot "I'm going to do what I want to you and you're not going to complain, you understand me?"

"Yes, master"

"Good"

Lucifer removed his foot and stood up straight "I guess you're good enough" you lift your head to look up at him, a sweet and gentle smile replaced the wicked grin he had before "You can open a another present" he gestured to one of the Akuzon boxes that was still on the table "Some may bring you pleasure, while the other will bring you pain. But no matter which one you choose, you will enjoy it" You turn to look at the table in the several unopened boxes lying upon it. Staring at the different sized boxes you wondered to yourself; If the first box had a leash and a dog collar in it, what was inside the others? You wanted to open all of them at once to ease your mind, but it wasn't until you noticed that one of the boxes didn't have the Akuzon logo on it. It was just a plain box. Lucifer shifted closer, he noticed that you were glaring at a pacific box that he put together. sitting on the edge of the couch he leaned down to hover over you "Are you sure you want that one?" Your curiosity turned into dread. The unknown contents of the box started to become concerning as you reminisced what Lucifer said "what's in these that would make me feel pain?" Lucifer didn't give a direct answer other than a smile "Pick one and find out" you hesitated, still unnerved by the fact that you don't know what is in the boxes. but put that uneasiness aside as you want this to continue. You pointed to the box with no recognizable markings and sighed "This one" with a smile Lucifer grabbed your arm and stood up, making you stand on your feet. He walked with you until you both were in the middle of the room, standing under the chandelier. He told you to "Stay" and return to the table. He picked up the box that you singled out and opened it. Lucifer proceeds to rummage through contents of the box "Take off your shirt" he demanded over his shoulder. You did what you were told, taking off your shirt and letting it fall to the floor, leaving you naked. You tried covering your chest with your arms but as soon as your hands touched your breasts, Lucifer grabbed your wrist and jerked you forward. He gave you that look again, that disapproving look that made your legs weak. Suddenly, Lucifer tied your wrists together, it wasn't until the rest of the rope was strong through the chandelier when you noticed his intentions. He pulls on the rope, making your arms raised above your head. He didn't stop pulling it on, however. Pulling the rope tighter and tighter, you begin to whimper about the rope starting to dig into your skin. It wasn't until you're on your tippy toes when Lucifer stopped and tied the rope to the Chandelier. He took a step back to look at you. Staring at the pretty 'rope bunny' in front of him, made the Pride filled demon giddy with glee. Even though he was tired, Lucifer hasn't felt this satisfied in a while. the only time he find something this satisfying is when he used to torture demons that disobey him, or when his greedy little brother max out his credit cards. The way your wrist was bound together and the way your legs wanted to give out as the chandelier struggled to hold your weight, made his cock hardon again. 

"It's too tight" you felt the rope dig into your skin. It is not the first time you've been tied up, but you were struggling. Lucifer just closed his eyes and shook his head, he giggled "I thought you said you won't complain" he looked disappointed in his face as he continued "It seems like I have to discipline you" he turned around and walked back to the table. You watched as Lucifer put up the box of the table and walked back over to you, with that same disappointing look. Your eyes met. It wasn't until he walked behind you and that eye contact broke, you tried to angle your head to see him, but you couldn't because of how your arms were positioned "what are you doing?" Lucifer shushes you. You tried your best to know what he was doing by the sound of his movement, but to no avail. The room became uncomfortably silent. You heard no movement, nothing, almost like Lucifer wasn't behind you "Lucifer?..." Nothing. You tried again "Lucifer… please" still nothing. It was only when you mumble the word "master?" When you heard something like a snort when you were reminded of his presence. You heard Lucifer footsteps, he was right behind you but you were still startled when you heard his voice right in your ear "impatient, are we?" Suddenly, the caller that was still around your neck was being removed and it was immediately replaced by something else. You couldn't look to see what it was as it was around your neck, but you could tell whatever that was now around your neck wasn't normal. It wasn't long until Lucifer's hands were on your body. Coming from behind, his hands started at your waist, feeling your soft skin as his fingers shift to your hips "Such a delicate human form" he said "Too bad I'm going to ruin it" Lucifer moved back from you, going back to the bed he picked up a ball gag that he took out of the box. Lucifer then walked in front of you "open your mouth" he demanded as he put the ball of the gag up to your lips, and fastened passed the straps behind your head after you took the gag between your teeth. Now you were bound, gagged and completely at a demon's mercy, you could scream and no one would hear it. Just what Lucifer wanted. You looked at one another, like a standoff between predator and prey, but the prey knows it has lost. Lucifer shuffled back behind you but quickly walked back in front of you as he held something behind his back. With his hand, he reaches up and caresses your face. You leaned into his touch, letting out a muffled moan as a ball gag had you mostly silent. But that sweet moment didn't last for too long however. As soon as you let your guard down, Lucifer grabs a fistful of your hair, jerking your head back. Your whimpers were blocked by the ball gag but that was still enough for the Avatar Pride. The thing that Lucifer was hiding behind his back moved in between your legs "If you cum, I'll make you regret it" before you could think, the feeling of pleasure rushed through you. The vibrator that Lucifer pressed against your aching pussy made your legs weak, as your moans that were blocked by the gag tried to break through. You felt your knees starting to buckle, the rope that was still wrapped around your wrist was the only thing keeping your body from falling on the floor. Your body felt like it was about to collapse, he just started touching you and you're already at your peak,  you weren't expecting to cum so soon, you blame yourself for being so sensitive. But you didn't want to give up your orgasm quite yet. You looked up and focused your eyes on your two arms that were bound above your head, trying your best not to climax. Lucifer knew you were trying to fight it, he took your resisting as obedience. But Lucifer wanted you to cum so he could punish you. Lucifer was sliding his fingers across your sensitive flesh, increasing your excitement and stimulating you as you tried to steady your breathing. He placed a kiss on your breasts, it was gentle, a lot more gentle than the ones he gave you on your lips. But when his mouth moved to your nipples, you tried to ignore him. Closing your eyes trying not to give in to the pleasure. When he wasn't getting the response that he wanted, Lucifer rubbed the vibrator on your clit but not before putting on the toy on Max power. Your eyes shot open, you looked down at the smug demon who was teasing your breasts. You wanted to scream, to let your voice out but the ball gag prohibits those rights. All you could do was inhale and exhale rapidly, as you begin to unravel. The wand continued to vibrate your clit, you felt the urge to cum increase when Lucifer pinch your nipples between his teeth. your orgasm rattled you as you cried out his name in a long note of pleasure. Your climax just kept rising higher and higher, you could feel your knees weaken tremors throughout as you wrote out your orgasm as your juices drench down your thighs and cover Lucifer's hand.he moves to cup your face wiping the loose strands of hair away. You stared at him teary-eyed as you try to come down from your euphoric high, he smiled at you wickedly before he whispered in your ear "you came, so now I get to punish you" you realize what you have done, you disobey your master and slowly start shaking your head "no" but you're quiet please fell on deaf ears as bolts of electricity rush your body. You screamed but nothing came out as agonizing pain filled your body. And just like that it was gone, leaving you a twitching mess as the remnant of electricity made your nerves feel like they were jumping. Your legs finally give out. The only thing that kept you from falling to the ground was the ropes that still bind your wrists to the chandelier. You were breathing rapidly, you wanted to pass out but lost his voice caught your attention "This is your punishment, so enjoy it" the rush of the electricity filled your body once more but it was a lot stronger, more painful. And once again the feeling of being shocked was gone, leaving you a trembling, confused mess. your heart pounding in your head as you tried to think straight, feeling dizzy and your vision was doubled, you slowly trying to gain your sanity back. It wasn't until you heard Lucifer calling your name when finally you felt like yourself again "Mc? Is my little doggie dead?" You looked at him, after what he did to you, Lucifer's caring smile felt foreign. He proceeded to remove the ball gag from your mouth. as soon as Lucifer did that, you're heavy panting was the only thing coming out of your mouth before you ask, in a shaky breath "w- w- what the fuck d- did you do to- to me?!" He pointed to his neck "shock collar" he calmly said. Lucifer pulled out a small remote and waved it across your face. You stared at him bewildered then remembered that he put something around your neck that you couldn't see "I did originally bought it for Cerberus, but sometimes inside bitches needs discipline too" Lucifer precedes to untie your wrist and you immediately collapsed in his arms, tired as you can barely stand up. Lucifer wiped the sweat from your face, he stared into your tired eyes and gave you a sweet kiss to your forehead. But when you thought the torture was over, Lucifer grab your hair again and when you saw that disappointed look on his face, you knew it wasn't over "Get your ass to the bed, and bend over" your master gave you orders and you followed them. Getting onto your hands and knees, you tried your best not to fall over as you crawled to Lucifer's bed. Bending over, you stuck your ass up in the air as your upper body laid on top of the covers. Looking over the bed, you notice there was more sex toys lying upon it: couple of vibrators, a few dildos. But one thing that caught your eye the most was Lucifer's riding crop. The same riding crop was picked up by the demon. Lucifer gripped the riding crop tightly in his hands and glared at your still bright red ass. 

"do you remember what to say?" Preparing for the strike to come, you gripped the covers and nodded in response. Lucifer took a deep breath before striking you with the riding crop. you jerked forward, you let out a loud moan of pain and pleasure as Lucifer precedes to hit you again

 "say it"

 "I'm a dumb human whore" the riding crop came in contact with your skin as Lucifer precedes to hit you harder 

"what else?"

 "I love to be stuffed by demon cock. To be used as a cum dope by your kind" he hit you again the riding crop leaving red marks to your already abused bottom 

"do you like to be treated like this?" Another strike thrash your skin, your words messy as you try to breathe

 "I- l love to be abused, used and treated like the scum I am" Lucifer steps back and smiles, admiring the new marks he added to your skin. Lucifer ran his fingers through his hair and quietly chuckled to himself as he watched you slowly crawl into his bed. Tired and out of breath, you just wanted to be filled up by him. You roll over onto your back and spread your legs open, you reached between your legs and spread open your wet and drenching cunt, exposing yourself to him "please, just fuck me" you continue "I said what you wanted, I did what you wanted, now please just do this one thing for me and fuck me" Lucifer inhale deeply, as he fight the urge to ravish you, to bury his cock deep inside of you. He looked over to his nightstand and slowly laughed as he stared at a clock that was sitting on it "look at the time. it's very late, maybe we should get some sleep?"

[ashestospace-fics]

Gross Otaku

Character: Leviathan from Obey me

Reader: Male

G: NSFW

Word count: 3,797

Masterlist

-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT-

Tags: degrading, humiliation, topReader, BottomLevi, teasing, slight FootJob, swearing, reader kinda of a ass

It wasn't rare for you to always find your way back into Levi's room. Most of the time you two ended up either playing video games or just watching a new series he was gushing over. You liked spending time with him, even though dealing with any of the demon brothers might be a pain, you had the same interests as the 3rd born Otaku, so it was easy for you two just to get along when he realizes you aren't just some normie trying to pretend to like his same interest. Might be one of the reasons he fell for you so easily from the start. You like the same things he did, and actually, we're into rambling about your shows with him.

But one of the things he didn't expect from you while playing online or any competitive game was to go full-on sailor on anyone who would start shit. Sure he already used to lobbies with people insulting each other and swearing, but it just hit different when it was you. A human full-on destroying other demons who would start insulting other players unprovoked. It was almost terrifying how you drag the filth into some of these guys with a few phrases and just roast them alive. Levi found it arousing, even though you were insulting and being a dig without mercy, sometimes he wanted to degrade him to the point of killing him with humiliation. But oh no, that will be way worse for him. What would his dearest friend think if they found out he was actually turned on by something like that?

A dirty Otaku who gets turned on by being called filth? Oh, he could never live past the day if it were to come. You for sure will never talk to him ever again and go for one of his brothers instead! That would be so unfair, Levi quickly brushes those thoughts away. Now wasn't the time to indulge in his fantasies, you were gonna be coming soon and he was almost done setting the table for your nightly gaming session. This time making sure that extra sodas and sweets were around as he sat up from the coshing on the floor. His computer place opposite to where yours was gonna be.

Levi was a sucker for this setup, both of you got matching PC covers and set and he just loves that you weren't far from his reach if he was to accidentally stretch his hands on the desk or his foot to brush against yours, it would be by the distance and he wouldn't get caught being weird. It was just so perfect in his little head. Already multiple scenarios were starting to reach upon his head to hear you knocking on the door. If you were to tease him or push him around, his mind always wonders about that somehow.

You quirk a brow as you open up the door. Levi standing in front of the table staring down on the light-up screen fail to notice you approach behind up. You notice the light blush on his cheeks as you stood behind him.

"watcha thinking about that got your face all pink like that?" You spoke, Levi screech as he jumps slightly at the sound of your voice. Face going Pinker as he lifted his arm up in a normal fashion to cover his face.

"Oi! W-what are you doing sneaking up to me like that?! Learn how to knock!" He blurted out as he steps back a bit. His leg hitting the table, you scoff back in return as you went around to put your PC down.

"I did, Maybe you would have heard me if you weren't spacing out like a dork" you flop down on the cushion on the floor. A groan passing your lips as you use your arms as support to look up at him.

"Oh..." He mumbled out, the pink on his face slowly calming.

"Yeah, Oh's right, Now come on and sit down I'm hype to start!" You motion a hand towards him.

He just sighs in response as he sat down. Levi's eyes glance up to you putting on your headphones as you got everything ready. You two already had planned before what games you will play and order, so far all of this was like normally scheduled game night. But still, a part of him felt embarrassed that you caught him spacing out while thinking about you. That just so uncool, Levi groans again as he started the match. Maybe he can just play this off and get in the zone when you two start playing. Ignore all about his stupid crush on you and about how close you are and how it will only take a bit for him to move his hand and- darn it Levi concentrate! He can let his fantasies of being with you ruin your relationship now.

Regardless of Leviathans inner monologue to fight back his thought, you on the other hand already notice he was shifting in his spot. You caught on time to time on this, but just brush it off as one of his anxieties tics so you put not much thought into it. Now as you two play a few rounds, everything seemed to go as normal. A few normal lobby encounters here and there. Until the last round of your match, there was this one guy just shit-talking for no reason and everyone was starting to get annoyed at this point. Levi could see your eye twitching from his spot the more this guy kept talking. Just a few more minutes and it would be over and you'll two will move on to the next game.

"You guys suck, what the fuck even is that shot dude? Crappy aim and a shit load of fuc-"

"Man shut up already, I get it, you don't have any friends and no one likes you at home. Your mom gotta deal with her shitty unemployed son living in her basement who doesn't shower. No one wants to hear how fucking pathetic your life is under all those big words buddy so how about you shut your pipe already?" You spat venom in each word as you kept on playing. Levi's eyes darted back up at you, face flushing pink quickly at your words. The guy got caught up in his words at your sudden outburst.

"man you shut the fuck up-"

"see? There you go only using curse words because your vocabulary is so limited. God you're so... pathetic, why don't you do us all a favor and stuff your mouth with one of those overuse sex toys in your room since you clearly never touch anyone before in your life" you said in a mocking tone, it was so clear against Levi's ears, he finds it unfair that you were saying all those things to some random dude and not him, his practically all those things you just said. He bit down on his lip as he shifted on his spot.

The people in the lobby commented their "ooh" and "damn" a few admitted how weirdly sexy your voice was while insulting the guy who was just mumbling cusses at you now.

"awe what's wrong? To shame to admit you're a gross stuck up who hides behind that overly big mouth of yours?" You let out a chuckle as you took the last kill of the game. "Fucking weirdo" you blurted out as you lean back while stretching your arms. Levi stares intensely at his screen. God, it was so so unfair that you talk like that right in front of him. He completely froze in his place as his eyes tried not to look down at the tent in his sweat pants.

Dammit

"jeez, could you believe that guy Levi? What a pain in the ass...huh your score went down in the last few minutes" you mumble out as you took a sip from your soda. Eyes trying to look over at the Demon whose head was looking down at the screen.

"hmm-hmm" he hummed back a response. His mind was going crazy as he prayed you didn't notice. Maybe if he just didn't move you'll just ignore him or he'll turn invisible by pure luck! Yeah Levi that's a great idea. You squinted your eyes at the top of his head. Shifting in place you stretch your leg under the table to push him slightly.

"Oi, Levi you gonna talk back to me-wow!" you pull your foot back as soon as you felt the hard tent between your sock. Eyes shotting open as Levi let out a surprise screech/moan as he jolted from his spot at your sudden actions.

Both of you froze as his eyes finally met yours, his face flush bright red as you stare in disbelief as you realize what you just felt by accident. You didn't mean it though, you were just gonna push him by the leg not shove your whole foot between his legs.

" w-wait y/n I c-can ex-explain! This so uncool, it's yo-your fault I didn't I mean I was-" Levi became a stuttering mess as he got caught. Your face going blank as you glance down the table to see that he was hard. You press your lips together in a thin line. Your expression on readable made it worse for the Otaku trying to make up any poor excuse on the spot. A hummed left your throat as your foot made contact with his hard-on again, just that this time you put full pressure as his hands flew down to grab your ankle as he let out a choked whine at your sudden action.

"W-what are you doing?!" He exclaims, humiliation washing over him as he made little effort to push your foot away as he didn't dare look back up at your penetrating gaze.

"My fault? You said it was my fault? How are you popping a Boner while in the middle of our game my fault Levi?" You scoff as you place a hand under your cheek as your elbow resting on the table. Levi panted as he tried to make a fail attempt to push his foot away. Face burning with embarrassment at two heavy his breath got against his chest.

The friction was about to be his guilty pleasure as you rubbed your foot up and down. A small pathetic whine leaving Levi's mouth as you press forward into his shaft. The sound of your chuckle made his whole body shake as you took another sip of your drink.

"wow, you really are enjoying this huh? Even though you're a demon and you could easily push me off, you just letting me step on your hard-on just like that?" Your eyes glance down, his feet reaching your side of your thighs as Levi legs feet and stretch. Your hands took a hold of his ankles and pull him closer as your feet press dangerous painful against his pants. Another scoff passing your lips as you watch his back arch at your sudden action. A shaky moan passing his lips as he finally looked up to you.

"so tell me, Levi, what was it that got you like this? You thinking about your anime girls or...." He quickly averted his eyes, a hand flying over to cover his face as he shook slightly, your previous motions stopping as you figure out.

"you got turn-on by me insulting that loser?" You let out a laugh as he tried squirming away. A quiet "n-no" reaching your ears as you retreat your foot and stood up. Making your way over to tower, Levi, as you looked down at him with your hands on your pockets.

"well?" You asked quietly, your voice dropping as you could see the corner of his eyes tear up as he refuses to look at you.

"i-I'm sorry I know I'm gross, I'm just a gross Otaku-" oh there he was, his normal phrase. You crouch down his height as looked at him. He quickly shut up, he was embarrassed to a godly extent but he would be lying that this wasn't making him hornier. I mean this practically one of the many ways he imagines you would take him. Humiliating him just like this, but the fact that you just touch him was already enough to make his mind start to go hazy.

"Yeah you're right, you are a gross Otaku, one that got turn-on by me insulting some guy, or were you just imagining that would be you? Hhm Levi?" You took a hold of his chin to make him look at you, his face felt warm against your fingertip as he bites down on his lip. It was hard for you not to strip him down and take him with that look on his face. But self-control is key in this current situation, and you were determined to see how far you could get.

"y-...yes.." he whispers out. A smile grew on your face as you pulled him closer.

"you know... you're really fun to tease, I wonder how far you letting me get away with this, look how pathetic your acting for a demon..." you breathe out, your lips barely grazing his as one of your hands rubs his thigh, legs close instantly as your palm press against his boner and your fingers dig down into his covered hole. A loud whimper passing his lips as you brought him for an eager kiss.

The hand holding his chin now on the back of his head as you pulled him closer. Teeth clashing between the heated kiss as Levi's hands hold onto your shoulders. Moans passing freely from his throat as his eyes shoot open wide. Body becoming warm as your hand-kept teasing and rubbing his covered cock. He felt already weak with what was going on, everything felt like was going on so fast and rough but was crabbing more and more by the second. The taste of the sweet you were eating prior still lingers in your mouth as you lick again his lips. His jaw going slack as he opens his mouth for you. Another breathy moan left his lips as he felt your hot tongue enter his mouth. This was what Levi was dreaming about and even more.

He gripped on your shoulder as you pulled away. Now both hands stopping your assault as you force him to lay down on the cushions scatter around the floor. Moving both his legs to straddle yours as you started taking off your shirt. If it was even possible Levi's face went redder as he stares at your torso in awe, a smirk rose to your lips as you grip the edge of his shirt and jacket.

"what? Enjoying the show you gross Otaku?" This time it was your turn to let out a groan as you grinded against his groin. You were already hard with all this foreplay, your breathing was starting to hitch against your throat. Levi whined at your words, his slender fingers fumbling around to get desperately rid of his clothes. Your teasing and words already had him in state at this point and you enjoyed how easily he was crumbling to them.

A low sigh passes your lips, your hips rocking against him slowly as your eyes trail up his chest, he was slim but still fit. Both your hands trailing up his bare skin until reaching his already hardening nipples. You lean down and kiss between his chest as you grinded harder against him. Quiet moans passing his lips as he covers his face as he still peeks over to look at your actions. Embarrassment written all over his cute flustered face had you smiling slightly before trailing higher as you left a trail of kisses. A shaky moan passes his throat as you licked up, your lips meeting their way up to his earlobe and nibbling it.

"you like it when I tease you, Levi?" You asked quietly, a moan In a response made you stop grinding. You wanted to hear him say it, god you needed him to be a good boy and admit that he's gross for being turn on like this. Levi shooked his head as he gripped your shoulders, he feels the outline of your cock against his sweat pants and he felt like he was melting on the spot with how close it.

"y-yes.." he whispers out, he tried grinding his hips pathetically to make you continue.

"you like it when I call gross? Hmm? You wanted this whole time to point out how nasty you are for being an Otaku who's choices to gets stuck at home?" Your tongue swirls the back of his ear before biting it.

He arches his back as his grinding became desperate. A loud cry left him as hold into you. He couldn't control how hot his body was feeling, he felt like he was gonna burst if you didn't keep touching him.

"y-yes! I like it, I love it when you call me gross, and I r-really need you to fuck me and put me in my place now! Please d-don't stop Y/n!" He kicks his legs as he shouted. Your eyes winded as you pulled back to look at him, tears falling down his face as his breathing became a mess. Your thumb brushing it off as you lean down to kiss all over his cheek gently as your free hand pulls his waist up to get rid of his sweats and underwear in one go. A sigh of relief passing Levi's lips as his length press against his lower stomach.

"Jeez, your so needy for my cock is makes you look pathetic Baby" you chuckled, truth be told that your heart was beating against your chest widely. You pulled down your pants, the cold air hitting your dick made you shiver slightly as you kick the clothes out of the way. Levi's hands flying over to cover his mouth as you spread his legs apart even wider.

You swallow hard, the view almost made you dizzy as his hole clench around nothing as it glistens with his wetness. A brow crock up as you press a finger inside of him slowly, it sucked you in eagerly as Levi moan loudly.

"How are you this dripping wet down here? You look like a bitch in heat or is that something Demons go through?" You bite your lip as you push another finger in with ease, pumping them fast with how eager he was taking your hand.

"h-hm, oh f-fuck, um uh ye-yes?" Levi squeaks out the answer as he holds into the cushion under him. Your fingers felt so good, he for sure felt like he was on cloud 9, he was craving so much more than your fingers but even with them, he was falling apart.

"hmm, that should be interesting when it comes heh" you press your fingers upwards, hitting his prostate with so much ease it almost amazes you how loud he screams just by that, as he threw his head back. You let out a whistle as you pulled your fingers away from his aching hole. Another whine left him at the absence of your digits, he almost came just by that.

"quit whining, If you wanted me to fuck you" you hiss out, your cock press against his dripping hole was making it twitch. Levi looked back down, eyes glossy as he lifted his legs to his chest as he holds them for you. One of your hands made it to his waist as the other hold your cock, slapping it against him before thrusting yourself halfway in without warning.

Both of you groan loudly as you stood still, he was tight no matter how much he was leaking. He was clenching down on you hard, Levi could feel his mouth water as you push the rest of your cock in his tight hole. He could feel every vein pulsating inside of him, that pre-cum was leaking out his tip. He curses loudly as you pulled back and thrust back into him. Starting with a fast speed as your hips snap against him every time.

"f-fuck your tight, you practically sucking me in" you groan loudly as you grip on his waist, the smacking sound of both your flesh hitting against each other vibrating against the whole room as Levi said your name like a mantra. It felt so good, he felt like he was going to pass out with how good you were fucking him. He didn't want anything but your cock to stuff him full.

"w-what's wrong? You little anime waifu can't fuck you as good as my cock?" You hiss out. "M-mh a-ah fuck n-no! I only want your cock, fuck I only want you to stuff me like this all the time" Levi screamed as he panted between each thrust, you were not slowing down at all. Each time thrusting into the bundle of nerves that was about to make him snap and tip over. His mouth hanging open as drool fell down and his eyes cross, God you thought it was the hottest shit ever.

"Good, good little Otaku, Be good and cum all over yourself like the gross nerd you are- fuck" you moan as you fell on top of him, you never been this riled up. Your hips never stopping once as you kept thrusting harder into his aching hole. Levi's hand made their way up to your face and kiss you roughly. Drowning each other moans as you kept abusing his poor prostate until he came over you and his stomach. A loud cry left his lips as you kept thrusting into him trying to reach climax. Your lips silencing his cries as you gave one final thrust, pressing deep into him as you cover his inside white.

Both of you panted loudly as you regain your breaths. You pulled away slowly, both of you hissing at the feeling as you rolled over next to him. Now staring into the ceiling as your brains process your previous actions as your panting quiet down. You sat up, whipping your forehead as you looked back at him. His face still flushed as you brought your hand to push his bangs off his face.

"you look gross and sweaty, let's take a shower" you blurt out leaning down to kiss his cheek before standing up. Levi covers his face once again as he rolled over.

"This...is so unfair" he breathed out.

"yeah yeah I love you too, but like seriously, we need to shower you made a mess".

[saeyoungchoismaid]

Demon brothers’ reaction to MC being scared of storms

Genre: angst, fluff Warnings: none  A/N: you should watch this scene and this scene from Ouran High School Host Club cause this is what I’m basing how the reader is acting. Plus it’s just so cute and I always go 🥺

Lucifer:

he was shocked when the power went out but not as shocked as when you screamed 

he jumped up from his desk so fast when he heard it

he was the first one to your room but the other brothers weren’t far behind

he gives a brisk knock before entering

he finds you hiding underneath your blankets 

he gets his brothers to leave before approaching you and sitting on the bed 

“Darling?” he coos softly, gently bringing his hand to the shaky blankets 

he hears you whimper and his heart breaks at the sound 

with furrowed brows, he slowly takes the blanket off of you enough to see your face 

what he sees only further rips his heart apart 

you’re shaking like a leaf in the wind while tears stream down your face

“My love, what’s wrong?” he whispers, moving to lay down next to you 

if you’re too embarrassed or startled to answer, he won’t force it out of you

if you explain to him that you’re scared of storms, he’ll do his best to calm you down 

either way, he’ll cuddle you and whisper sweet nothings to you as he holds you tightly 

he’ll even put on some music to help drown out the storm 

Mammon:

he’s already hanging out with you when the storm starts 

he didn’t see the signs at first 

your body tensing up at the first sound of thunder, your body starting to shake when light flashed outside 

he didn’t notice anything until he heard a sniffle

he turns to look at you and finds you curled up in a ball with tears streaming down your face 

his eyes grow wide as he sets his phone down and gently places his hands on you

“Hey, what’s wrong with ya? The movie isn’t that sad.” Despite his words, his voice is soft and caring 

“It’s not the movie,” you’d stutter out before jumping a bit at the loud sound of thunder

he glances at the window and stays quiet for a minute or so 

he assumes it’s the storm bothering you but instead of questioning you, he just pulls you into his lap to cuddle you 

he turns the tv up louder to drown out the storm, keeping you pressed tightly to him 

and just to make sure you really couldn’t hear the storm, he’d talk about the movie you’re watching 

“This movie is dumb!” “Why didn’t they kiss?” “Why didn’t he stop her?” and on and on he went 

Levi:

doesn’t know what to do when he finds you crying 

did he do this? He has to be the cause. God, he’s such trash. He can’t do anything righ-

you cut his thoughts off with a shout of terror when thunder crackles across the sky 

oh

he makes his way over to you and places his hand on top of your head 

“Hey, (Y/n). I just got this new video game and I want you to play it with me.” 

he’s not very good at confrontation, especially when it’s someone cute crying 

so, he decides to distract you instead

you give him a watery smile and give him your hand for him to help you up 

he then quickly takes you to his room where he proceeds to set you in his gaming chair to play 

he uses his loud speakers to play the game just to drown out the sounds of the storm 

“Thanks, Levi,” you thank softly once you’ve calmed down

he blushes and tries to tell you it’s no problem and he’d do anything for you but instead, he stutters, “Shut up and focus or we’ll die, normie!” 

despite this, you still find yourself smiling and focusing back on the game 

Satan: 

finds you hiding underneath a table in the library 

he goes to call out to you as he closes the door 

but that’s when he notices it 

you’re curled up in a ball while you shake and cry 

he’s by your side in a heartbeat 

“(Y/n)? Come out from under there. What happened? Did one of the imbeciles do something?” 

he eventually coaxes you out from underneath the table and brings you over to the fireplace

he sets you down on the carpet before grabbing pillows and blankets that are littered around the library 

he wraps you up like a burrito before setting you down on his lap 

it didn’t take him long to figure out what is wrong

the crackling of the fireplace was helping to block out the small storm occurring outside but it wasn’t enough to hide the sounds of thunder that make you jump and whimper 

“How about I read to you?” he offers

when you silently nod, he sets you down and sets off to find a book to read 

he ends up grabbing one of each genre since he doesn’t know what you’d like to hear 

after letting you pick one, he sets the other ones to the side before pulling you back into his lap 

he opens the book for both of you to see and he reads loud enough to be soothing and to block out the storm to the best of his ability 

once you calm down, he lets you read a page or two every once in a while 

he keeps reading to you until you either fall asleep or until the storm stops 

Asmo: 

as soon as he found out you were upset over something, he didn’t even ask what was wrong

he simply said, “Let’s have a spa day!” and dragged you away to do just that 

he made you take a shower before doing anything else

the sound of the water pitter-pattering on the tile and Asmo’s singing actually helped drown out the storm

when you came out feeling much better, he was escalated

without the sound of rushing water and singing though, you started hearing the storm occurring outside  

as soon as you even showed signs of being upset again, he instantly turned on some of your favorite music, even if he didn’t like it

then, he started pampering you by rubbing lotion on your skin, applying a face mask to help with your skin, giving you a massage with oil, and the list goes on 

by the time he was done, the storm was the last thing on your mind

Beel:

this man would rather die than see you upset

as soon as he sees your shaking body or teary eyes, this demon is on the move

he instantly asks what’s wrong and if you tell him, he will give you earbuds to drown out the storm 

if you don’t want to tell him, he won’t push you about it and will do his best to comfort you

he, of course, will make you your favorite foods 

if you have any foods that comfort you or remind you of home, he’ll be sure to make those too 

when the food is ready, he gives you about a dozen plates and gets embarrassed that he made you so much without meaning to 

he then will let you eat it in your room, his, the living room, dining room, or wherever you want to 

he just wants you to be comfortable and happy 

he makes sure you’ve had your fill before even coming near the food

Belphie: 

he woke up from a nap from how loud the thunder was 

he was planning on just going back to sleep when he heard your scream at the next strike of lightning and loud roll of thunder 

he was in your room in two seconds flat 

he’s by your side as soon as he enters, coming to where you’re hiding 

“(Y/n),” he coos softly to grab your attention

as soon as you realize he’s there, you’re on him in a second 

he’s shocked by how hard you’re shaking and how tightly you’re clinging onto him 

he whispers soothing things into your ear as he holds you close 

once you tell him what’s wrong, or don’t, he’s quick to stand and bring you to his room 

he lays you down on his bed before reaching over to turn on a sound machine 

he changes it to a setting that just makes white noise 

he then gets into bed beside you and gently scratches your back to help you fall asleep 

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“Lucifer’s Scenting” Obey Me Smut #3

Lucifer x Fem! MC

Beginning with Levi x Fem! MC

Introduction: After both Mammon and Levi scent on MC, Lucifer fully plans on going through with his promise of claiming her as his own, but not without a little punishment for not waiting for him to be her first scenter. Lucifer is a sadist after all and he isn’t going to go easy on his human but neither would she.

Warnings: breeding, bondage, spanking, scenting, rough vaginal sex, master kink (despite popular belief, Lucifer will be calling MC master), at first VERY submissive but then VERY dominant Lucifer, pact usage, degradation, blindfolding, pegging, praising, overall SPICY DEMON TIME, tell me if I missed anything. Who said Luci couldn’t be both a total subby sub and dommy dom?

Forewarning: this is LONG like I was actually CONCERNED because about 85% of it is pure SMUT, so be warned and take my apology ☁️

Both Levi and MC had passed out after their excursions much to the other brothers’ chagrin. While the brothers were pissy, they eventually shuffled back to their rooms when it became evident the both of them weren’t coming out to greet the angry mob. Levi had woken up first and, despite reverting back to his embarrassed nature, took it upon himself to wipe down MC’s body with a towel as she slept. She woke up to the feeling of soft caresses on her face and opened her eyes to see Levi’s orange ones staring at her with a utter adoration in them, but he was quick to blush and try to pull away which she didn’t allow. Hooking her arms behind his neck, she pulled him down so their lips met briefly for a gentle good morning kiss before pulling away just enough so their noses were still touching.

Levi’s cheeks were dusted pink as he soaked in the view of her, leaning towards her as if it was instinct as he encaptured her lips with his yet again for a passionate make out session to say what he couldn’t with words. They both pulled away, breathing heavily, as MC pushed aside the demon’s messy bangs that were slightly curled and stuck to his forehead due to sweat.

“I think we should both take a shower,” MC giggled, the first words spoken between them after yesterday having a humorous tone. Levi blushed and nodded, looking down at their entangled bodies as he pulled away his hand he didn’t even know was rested on her bare waist. They both eventually stood up, but staggered against one another after realizing how shaky their legs were which made MC giggle more.

“I-it seems you, uh, p-plowed me more than I t-thought,” Levi stuttered out, his face red from the neck-up as they held each other for support. MC nodded with a smile before pulling away when they were both steadied. “I-I’ll meet you down for breakfast, alright?” He stated, boldly kissing her once more before scurrying off, butt-naked by the way which was only emphasized when she heard a mixed screech that sounded suspiciously like both Mammon and Levi.

MC took her time freshening up in the bathroom, making sure she was squeaky clean after her activities with both Mammon and Levi. When the hot water from the shower head hit her, she let out a sigh of relief as it relaxed her muscles and soothed her sore body. One thought pressed at her mind, both anticipation and worry tagging along with it. How was she supposed to keep up with getting claimed by all the brothers back to back? She had already dealt with two brothers and it left her aching just imagining five more caused a shiver to run down her spine.

Sighing, she went down the steps and towards the dining room while drying her hair with a towel, promptly plopping into her usual seat as all eyes were on her. Scanning her eyes across each of them, it seemed they were all holding their breaths. Choosing to ignore them, she grabbed her fork and stabbed the pancakes Satan had made that morning, bringing it to her mouth. Slowly, she bit into it and it was right at that moment that all Hell broke loose.

“MCCCC! I wanna be next! Please? Pretty please? I’ll obviously be the best out of all my brothers!” Asmo whined, a pout setting on his face as he clasped his hands together.

“Oi! Who are ya to think you’re the best outta us?” Mammon spoke up, pointing a fork towards his younger brother’s direction. “If it’s gonna be anyone it’s me!” He continued before angrily stuffing a piece of sausage into his mouth.

“Puh-lease. I’m the avatar of lust, sweety, I don’t think I know,” Asmo scoffed, waving his hand to brush Mammon off.

Before the avatar of greed could retaliate, Satan interjected. “I would hope that you’d choose me as your next suitor as I’d be the best choice amongst my barbarian brothers,” he stated before taking a small sip of his drink. “Besides, you reek of Mammon and Levi’s scenting, I quite frankly believe mine would suit you better,” he ended, a smug smirk on his face.

“Oh, get you’re head out your ass, Satan,” Belphie retaliated, picking his head up from the pillow he clutched to his chest as he looked at the avatar of wrath with a groggy but daggered glare nonetheless. “It should be either Beel or myself next, the rest of you guys don’t deserve her time,” he scoffed before pressing his face back into his pillow. Beel hummed in agreement, too busy eating to put in a comment.

“Look who’s talking! At least I didn’t kill-“ Satan began, his wrath beginning to show as he angrily stood up. Belphie was quick to react to his words as he rose from his seat as well, a dark look in his eye.

“Enough.” MC found herself saying. She had said it at a normal volume but the single word seemed to hang in the air long than usual as all the brothers froze at her words. “Sit down.” She commanded, her eyes shadowed as Satan and Belphie were quick to comply. The pact marks on the three of them glowing to show its effect. Finally picking up her head, she met the eyes of each of the brothers one by one as they all shivered at the look their human was giving them. “If I need to remind you, I’m human and humans get tired especially if they’re getting fucked by demons nonstop,” she berated them, some of them surprised at her vulgar way of putting it. “If any of you are going to ‘scent’ me it’s on my own terms or I’ll reject all of you,” she concluded, a fiery look in her eye as she looked at the each of them for any disagreement. All the brothers shivered at the sound of “reject” coming from her lips, an unpleasant taste settling in their mouths. Rejection for demons is much more serious than it is for humans, if a demon is to choose someone as their mate and start courting them but get rejected it will be as if a part of them is being ripped away from them causing immense pain and eventual emptiness which is why choosing your prime mate as a demon is very special, an intimate tether that ties the two together, it being especially important for the seven of them with her as they had a pact along with it.

Silence settled over the room as fear pitted in each of the brothers’ stomachs at her warning, Lucifer being the first to speak. “My brothers surely apologize for letting the fact that you’re a human slip their minds, isn’t that correct?” He questioned. The six of them nodded quickly in reply. “Things will continue on your own terms now, dear. I’ll even arrange for your classes to be online for now so you can rest and prepare,” he soothed.

“Why?” She found herself questioning aloud causing the corner of Lucifer’s lip to lift.

“Why I wouldn’t want any misunderstandings of our relationship with you to the rest of RAD seeing that only Mammon and Levi have scented on you thus far. While it may be enough to deter certain demons with certain motives, I’d hate for them to believe that it is only the two of them that have claimed you when it is really all of us,” he explained, a certain glint to his eye that caused MC’s cheeks to start heating up. “Oh, and while your use of rather vulgar language earlier to explain our linking was entertaining, I’d just like to inform you that what we’ve decided to partake in with you is much more...intimate,”

And, with that, MC was like putty in their hands.

-

A week had past since she had told off the brothers and everything had returned back to normal, other than the brothers always having a bit of anticipation lurking in their minds waiting for her to tell them it was their turn while she busied herself with online school work. Both Mammon and Levi made sure to rub their necks against hers in order to consistently scent her everyday, which she allowed as they basked in her attention especially happy if their younger brothers happened to be present as they did so.

It was particularly late one night when she finally finished up all her schoolwork and tasks, beginning to get ready for bed as she snuggled up into her sheets. Her shut-eye was short-lived when a muffled knock sounded from her door before Lucifer’s deep voice tickled her ears from behind it.

“MC? I’m coming in. Are you decent?” He questioned, causing her to quickly sit up.

“Yeah, I’m good!” She called out, Lucifer being quick to enter her room after her reply.

“I’m merely here to check on how you’re adjusting to temporary online school,” he informed, taking a seat beside her on the edge of her bed. He took it upon himself to gently smooth her ruffled hair as she thought of an answer.

“It’s going fine. A lot of work, but I’m getting used to it. Not to mention I get to spend more time here so I enjoy it nonetheless,” she grinned, leaning into his hand subconsciously.

“That’s good,” he chuckled warmly, tucking a strand behind her ear. “I trust my brothers have been giving you the rest you deserve?” He continued, eyebrow raising as he awaited any disagreement so he knew who to punish.

“They’ve been behaved. I can still feel that they’re a bit restless about waiting, but they’ve been perfectly patient,” she nodded with a giggle, both of them not noticing the closing distance between them.

“I’m glad,” Lucifer whispered, at this point the both of them were face to face, noses barely touching as they gazed at each other. He awaited for her to take the initiative, which she noted when she closed the distance between them and locked their lips together. The kiss didn’t involve tongue, but it was passionate and warm nonetheless, too enraptured with the feeling of each other to deepen it further. It seemed to last forever yet also too short, as they both pressed their foreheads against each other, breathing heavily. “Could I take you to my room?” he breathed out, meeting eyes with her. She slowly nodded and lightly laughed when Lucifer picked her up bridal style.

As he carried her to his room, taking long strides, a thought came to her mind which made her let out another laugh. “You know...in the human world when a person carries another to their room like this with the same intent we have they usually just got married,” she commented, watching his reaction. A smile lifted Lucifer’s lips as he looked down at her.

“One day. Sooner if you want, love. The sooner I get to claim you, whether it be through demon, angel, or human ways, the better.” He replied, setting her down on his bed as her face heated up at his reply. Noting her embarrassment, he pressed his lips against hers, hovering over her as she wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him closer. Pulling away, he began peppering kisses down her jaw to her neck and ending at her collarbone before meeting eyes. “Are you sure this is what you want?” He asked softly as he scanned all her features for any indication of doubt.

“Yes...I’m sure,” she breathed out followed by a yelp when Lucifer quickly held onto her waist and flipped them so now she was on top of him. He looked up at her with a lopsided grin, eyes strangely playful.

“Then, like you said before, it’ll be on your own terms,” Lucifer stated, hands on both sides of her waist while his thumb slowly hiked up her camisole. “Please have your way with me...master,” he sighed out causing a bolt of pleasure to run through MC’s spine.

She was quick to react at his request, unbuttoning his shirt as record speed as she dipped down to his chest to suckle and nip at his skin. Trailing downward towards his pelvis, she pressed a gentle kiss at where his v-line began before looking up. Meeting eyes with Lucifer, she was surprised to see such a vulnerable gaze on the eldest brother’s face, his cheeks blushed from anticipation. Running at the mound in his pants, she was surprised to feel how rock-hard he was as he let out a choked groan. He was trying to hold back his voice. Oh, she couldn’t let that happen. “What would you like me to do, Luci~?” She cooed, gently rolling her palm against his erection as he scrunched his eyes shut at the feeling.

“U-Use our pact on me, I want to be completely at your mercy...master,” he pleaded, trying to raise his hips to get more friction, which she smirked at.

“Alright then, if that’s what you want,” MC shrugged before quickly pulling down both his pants and boxers in one fluid motion, making Lucifer gasp as his cock sprang free. Pumping the length of it with both hands, Lucifer’s one hand gripped at the sheets underneath him while the other was pressed against his mouth to quiet his mewls. “Ah ah, put your hands down,” she commanded, Lucifer automatically complying as both their pact marks glowed. His eyes rolled back at the feeling of the pact buzzing through him, the feeling of complete powerlessness towards his master. “No holding back your voice, you’re going to be as loud and noisy as possible when I’m pleasuring you,” she continued her commands, stopping her hand movements which made Lucifer cry out loudly and try to buck his hips into her hand, failing when she pulled her hand away altogether. Grinning when she saw her orders were working, she pressed a sloppy kiss on Lucifer’s lips as he tried to chase her when she pulled away. “Seeing all the precum coming out of you, I think you’re prepped enough, am I right?” She questioned while taking off her clothes agonizingly slow as he watched, mouth watering at the sight. He nodded vigorously. “Use your words,”

“Yes! Yes, I’m ready, master!” Lucifer yelled out, throwing his head back when he felt her tease her entrance with the head of his cock.

“I wonder if your younger brothers can hear just how much of a good boy you’re being for me,” MC commented before slamming herself down on him, resulting in them both crying out loudly as pleasure wrecked through both their bodies. “A-Ah, you feel so good, Luci~” she stuttered out, starting to slowly go up and down the length of him as he held on to her hips. “Such a good boy for me,” she praised, lifting both his hands over his head as she interlocked their lips, this one full of tongue and groans. She dipped down to one of his nipples, suckling on them as he let out rapid cries from his lips. He loved the feeling of how exposed he was with his hands over his head, keeping them there even when MC pulled her hands away.

“Yes! F-Faster, h-harder~!” Lucifer whined which she complied to. Picking up the pace, she bounced on top of him, grinding against him every once and a while as the room filled with sounds of slapping skin and noisy cries spilling from both their lips. “I-I’m cumming, master! Can I please spill it inside? Please!” He begged, knowing he couldn’t hold it in much longer.

“Do it! Claim my insides, Lucifer!” MC replied, nearing her peak as well. Lucifer met each of her bounces with a thrust of his own as they both chased their highs, both of them coming undone with she harshly bit into his chest. Ecstasy wrecked through them as Lucifer let out a long and loud moan, his bottom half spasming as he spilled his seed inside as she clamped on top of him. Both their eyes had rolled back, MC continuing to lazily bounce on top of him as they both rode out their highs. She promptly fell against his chest, gently licking where she bit him as the both of them breathed heavily. After a few comfortable minutes of silence had past, MC pushed herself up to be face to face with Lucifer. “Hey, Luci...could I...have my way with your ass too?” She asked boldly, watching as his eyes widened for a second before feeling the way he twitched where he was still inside her.

“I suppose you can...” Lucifer drawled out, feeling himself hardening with every passing second. “I do have some, ahem, equipment in my nightstand,” his eyes flitting to the dark wood beside him as MC’s eyes lit up.

“Ooh, you naughty boy~” she teased, promptly raising herself off him before making her way to the drawer.

“A-Ah, don’t get off so fast like that,” he hissed, now being able to see his hardened length and both of their intermingled essences coating it, which he inevitably found attractive. MC hummed in reply, too busy rummaging through the contents of the drawer, allowing Lucifer to have a full view of her ass which he appreciated immensely. Watching her with amused eyes, his eyes followed her movements when she held up a newly bought realistic strap-on and a bottle of lube. Oh jeez, why did she have to choose something so massive, not to mention something he hadn’t built the courage to use on himself just yet.

“Seeing the array of ‘equipment’, as you call it, I assume pleasuring yourself through the backdoor isn’t new to you?” She giggled, raising an eyebrow as she looked at the way his mouth was agape while watching her put it on.

“Nothing more than the usual buttplug or vibrator,” Lucifer whispered out, watching as she scooted closer. “And definitely nothing as massive as that,” he continued, hissing suddenly at how cold the lube was when she applied it to his hole.

“Now you know how I feel,” MC teased, rubbing soothing motions on his inner thigh as she prepped him with a finger, more following after that as she continued to stretch him out. He covered his eyes with his forearm at the feeling, breathing out slowly as his body relaxed from her gentle touch. “I’ll be gentle,” she assured, pressing gentle kisses over his thighs but tilting her head to the side when she saw the turmoil in his eyes. “Would you rather not?” She asked softly, stopping her touches as she looked at him, awaiting his reply patiently.

“N-no...that’s not it,” he mumbled out, the way he was acting now was in stark contrast of how he usually was, so she was enjoying it. He was just so cute. “What if I don’t want you to be gentle...” he trailed off, averting his gaze and trying his best to ignore the painful need for the feeling of being full as well as release.

MC giggled, pressing a brief kiss on his lips as he made eye contact with her again. “Just direct me how you want it like we did before, okay?” She responded. He nodded, cueing her to start her caresses again. “Okay, I’ll need you to get on your knees,” she directed, him quickly complying as he did so, holding himself up with his elbows as he lifted his ass into the air. Anticipation and excitement surged through Lucifer’s body as MC pulled her fingers away when she felt he was prepped enough. Squeezing a generous amount of lube on her hand, she applied it to the strap-on then positioned herself at his entrance. As MC gently began to push it inside, Lucifer gripped at the pillows underneath him at the mix of pain and pleasure of feeling stretched. Taking a couple seconds to sheathe the whole length of it inside him, she stopped her movements once it was complete and waited for him to adjust as quiet sighs left his mouth.

Lucifer was quick to adapt, beginning to rock himself back against it in desperate need for her to move. “Please...move,” he pleaded, continuing his motions before MC stopped him with her hands on his hips. Before he could protest the lack of movement, she slowly began to thrust deeply into him, making him let out a low groan as his head fell forward. Wanting to see his face, she pulled at his hair to raise his head up resulting in a whine to spill out his mouth at the feeling. She reveled in the sight of his lidded eyes and blushed cheeks, mouth agape from ecstasy as she continued to rut into him. Quickening the speed, more noises spilled from Lucifer’s mouth as MC began visibly sweating, with both Levi and Lucifer she realized this was a lot more work than she realized but she enjoyed the reward of hearing their voices from it. Encasing Lucifer’s cock with her fist, she pumped it in rhythm with her thrusts, noting that he was close when she felt it twitch in her hand. He was reveling in all the stimulation, his arms had long gave out on him resulting in his cheek being pressed against the mattress as he moved in tune with every snap of MC’s hips, the bed creaking underneath them, he was pleasantly surprised that someone as frail as her could claim him so well. MC completely pulled herself out of him, barely allowing him to whine at the loss of fullness, before ramming the full length back in all at once, successfully pounding into his prostate in one fluid motion as well as causing him to come undone. A string of loud mewls, curses, and her name mingled in between, spilled out his mouth along with a bit of drool as he came all over his stomach and the sheets, finishing so hard some of it even ending up on his face.

MC pulled out of him slowly, setting the strap-on aside as she gently laid him down on the bed. She started to wipe him off, cooing words of praise as she did so. He watched her with a glinted gaze, he was so soft when he was with her. Sitting up halfway, he pulled her in for a passionate kiss after she had cleaned it up. Laying on his chest, she looked up at him as he smoothed her hair. “You did very well, master,” he teased with a chuckle as her face heated up. She averted her gaze in an embarrassed manner but Lucifer was quick to pull her face up by her chin as he kissed her forehead. “I love you, MC. Endlessly and irrevocably so,” he stated, his voice deep and warm as he looked at her with such an intimate gaze that she knew she mirrored as well.

“I love you too, Lucifer,” she replied, bringing a hand to his cheek. She could see the endless love in Lucifer’s eyes, but there was something else there as well, a look that indicated he had a plan from the beginning.

“I love you so much that I can’t help but be a little irked that I wasn’t your first scenter, especially since it ended up being Mammon out of all my younger brothers,” he tsked, red eyes boring into hers.

“Hey! Mammon is great,” she defended the second-born which made Lucifer lift an eyebrow.

“Hm? Is my dearest human really defending someone else while we’re currently entangled with one another?” Lucifer questioned. Before she could reply, he had her wrists pinned against the bed as he hovered over her. “While I thoroughly enjoyed what we did prior, I do believe my little one needs a little...punishment,” he whispered into her ear before gently licking the lobe. She shivered at the feeling, already feeling aroused at the contrast from how he was before to now. He continued leaving nips and marks against her skin, swirling his tongue around her breasts before flipping her onto her stomach to trail more kisses down her spine. She was too lost in bliss to notice the handcuffs Lucifer had placed on each of her wrists, only realizing when she heard the multiple clicks of them locking onto the bed frame.

“What are you doing-ah!” MC cried out when Lucifer began leaving soft kisses starting from her ankle and up. He gave a special amount of attention to her inner thighs as she let out quiet pants, but that was quick to turn into a yelp when he bit into the soft skin harshly, leaving a prominent mark of where his teeth once were.

“Merely teaching my darling a lesson,” Lucifer purred, before lacing a satin blindfold around MC’s eyes. “Red, yellow, green, okay?” He reassured, placing a chaste kiss on the nape of her neck as she nodded. He smiled at her warmly before pulling an item from his bedside drawer, running it up her leg and stopping to press it against her sex. It was the irrefutable feeling of cold leather against her heat that made her hiss, reminding her of his gloves he seldom took off except for this moment. “Now, I believe eight hits from the rider’s crop will suffice,” he whispered lowly into her ear as she shivered from anticipation. “One for being too much of a slut to be a good girl and wait for me to be your first scenter, especially since it ended up being the second eldest out of all people,” he stated, quickly followed by the loud smack of leather hitting her ass before he slowly rubbed circles on the blooming red area. “Two for making it so I had to choose to allow Levi, the third eldest, to be your second,” he continued, hitting the other side this time as she jolted, feeling herself getting wetter by the second. “Three, four, five, and six for when my remaining brothers claim you while I have to just sit back and allow them,” the back to back hits causing her to call out his name. “Seven for those oh so innocent touches Simeon gives you that both him and I know isn’t the case,” his voice had turned into a growl as he was reminded of it. “And eight for those bedroom eyes you always seem to give that insufferable sorcerer from across the room,” he finished with a final stinging smack, following it with a hand soothing her red skin paired with kisses. “Is my master still good to continue?” He teased lifting off her blindfold to see her teary-eyed state, licking his lips at the sight.

“Yes...please,” she pleaded, sticking her ass up in the air desperately as he chuckled. He was quick to place both his hands on her hips, positioning his painfully erect tip at her entrance.

“My master is such a good slut for my cock, isn’t that right?” Lucifer mocked, watching as she tried to push herself against him but to no avail.

“Yes, yes, I am. Lucifer, please!” MC begged. Satisfied, the avatar of pride thrust the whole length of his dick inside her as they both groaned at the feeling.

“This angle is...!” He choked out in between quickening thrusts as MC couldn’t get words to leave her mouth, only high-pitched whines. Keeping one hand pressed against her hip, the other groped at her ass and trailed up her spine as watched his shaft disappear inside her, the sight resulting in him to quicken at an impossible pace. The bed creaked and slammed against the bedroom wall as the handcuffs clacked against itself. “Yeah? Are you enjoying being taken by me so roughly, love? You’re mine, got it? No matter who else scents you, you’ll always be mine,” Lucifer growled as he reveled in the way she tightened around him due to his words and just how loud the both of them were being, his brothers could hear him claiming her without a doubt. When he felt her tighten yet again he pounded into her harder to chase his own high that he knew was so near. “Are you going to cum? Okay then do it with me. Come on, master, clamp around my cock while I paint your insides,” he yelled before the tiny thread holding them back snapped and they both came down hard. Lucifer bit into her shoulder to muffle his sounds while she spasmed underneath him before collapsing against the bed.

Pulling out of her, Lucifer was quick to unlock the handcuffs around her wrist and gently rub the slight red marks that appeared before falling down beside her. He scooped her up into his arms and proceeded to rub his neck against hers to fully scent her. “You did so well, darling,” he praised, leaving kisses as he continued his actions. MC hummed in reply, too tired to reply in words as her eyes began to flutter shut. “I love you, MC,” he whispered, fully planning on lovingly watching her sleep as he continued his scenting.

Just as she was about to go to dreamland, she mustered up enough energy to say: “I love you too,” and Lucifer was hers infinitely.

thank you for getting this far into this LONG ASS piece! I’ve been genuinely annoyed and worried about how long this ended up but I also couldn’t get myself to shorten it so here it is! I hope you enjoyed this pure filth! oh & I’m sorry to those that have to scroll through this on their dash haha ☁️

[theglowyscorpio]

all set | eren x reader

a/n: this is a story in the making, currently available at AO3 and Wattpad. If you like it, please don't hesitate to give me some kudos, leave a comment or maybe follow me on my social media! <3 Any feedback is highly appreciated since I'm just getting started!

pairing: eren yeager x female reader

tags: mature content, alternate universe (modern setting), college/university, recreational drug use, implied sexual content, M/F, F/F, the author is not religious lmao

word count: 4.3k

current chapters: 2/?

playlist: this one was made with a particular playlist in mind. they are really great songs that help to convey this chapter, so I hope you have a time to check them out! :)

a. slomosa - kevin b. upsahl - drugs c. rosenfeld - like u d. kaiba - overdose e. lil kapow - tinman f. bodega - how did this happen!?

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all set

I lost count of how many parties I went to this week. There was one at Shina, another at... Sasha's. Wait, was it? Or Ymir's? Honestly, both their houses look fairly similar and we always see the same faces over and over again, regardless of where we are getting wasted. Definitely two at my house. The timeline is blurry at this point. If my liver could talk, it would spit out "Screw you, Eren." and I wouldn't be able to disagree.

Classes will start next week so everyone is acting like we're going to stop doing all this for the rest of the semester. That never happens.

I barely enter Reiner's house and the music is already piercing my head. My ears will soon tell me to go screw myself too. The bass was loud. But it was good.

— Hey, finally — Reiner says, giving a hard slap in my back. I can't even get mad at him because he probably didn't mean for it to hurt. Fucking strong bastard.

— Sorry. Lost track of time.

— You know where the things are — he leaves me behind and disappears through the noisy music.

It's hot inside. August has been particularly cruel this year. I'm using a black t-shirt, which is luckily pretty thin, and my black Adidas pants that are somewhat breathable. My hair is in a bun. I will probably be sweating soon, though. Reiner's AC won't do miracles with this amount of people since it is specially packed today. I guess I might see some new faces tonight, huh.

This fact already makes things more interesting.

I walk through the room and then arrive in the kitchen. Connie and Sasha are there.

— Eren!! — I barely open my mouth to talk and Sasha is already giving me whatever weird drink they made. Their drinks sometimes are... unusual, for the lack of a better word. Most of the time they are simply pure shit. They call it scout's fuel, always the same name regardless of what's inside. Maybe that's why my liver hates me so much.

— Thanks — I'm already used to the goddamn gasoline taste — I guess you both want to get us wasted tonight.

— It's our personal mission, so enjoy the fuel — Connie says laughing, raising his plastic cup. I love this duo – who doesn't? – and I can't help but laugh with them, even though it tastes so bad — Everyone is already here, come on — I follow them and find all the familiar faces I've seen all week: Bertholdt, Historia, Ymir, Mikasa, Annie, Armin, Jean, everyone.

The girls look hot, even though I'm used to them. Either way, I avoid hooking up with my friends since the last time didn't work so well. It's better to avoid Mikasa today.

We all sit together while drinking. I light a joint I had already prepared at home and say — Am I crazy or is Reiner's party bigger than usual? —, releasing the smoke a few seconds after. This one is the best grass we could get around our area, I've saved it primarily for today and now I see that might have been a great decision on my part. I'm glancing through the room and looking for some girls, might share this shit with one - or a few - of them later.

— Thank god, I was tired of seeing your ugly faces every fucking time — Jean says. The girls look at him and he rushes to add — I mean, the boys, of course. It's always nice looking at all of you, ladies.

It's not enough to avoid Annie's kick anyway — We can say the same of you, horse face.

Reiner arrives at the perfect time and explains — Since the new semester starts Monday, news about today traveled fast and we got a lot more company than usual.

— Do you know all of them, Reiner? — Historia asks — I've talked to a bunch of them tonight and there are people from all over the campus and from all years as well — Historia always looks pretty, her blonde hair shining even in the low light of the party. Guys make a line to talk to her at all parties so there's no surprise that she's already familiarized with the whole scenario. I wonder what Ymir thinks of it. Probably followed her during this little field trip.

— Hell, no — he grabs the joint of my hand and sucks deeply — I know some of them and some are Bertholdt's friends but there are some random people.

— I bet Reiner knows a lot of the girls — I take my joint back from his fingers — I assume they aren't Bertholdt's friends, though — and grin.

— Hey, I don't see you with any new company either, dude — Bertholdt tries to grab my weed as well, but I avoid his advances. He instead grabs my cup and drinks all of it, leaving me empty. He makes a funny face at the taste. Suit yourself, man, I think to myself, laughing on the inside.

— Yeah, but I'll work on it in a sec — I tease him knowing that he can't handle much of Sasha and Connie's fuel. He always knocks out before everyone. I hope he realizes he needs to stay awake to try anything with Annie. Someday. He simply never gets there.

Hange arrives almost falling over Ymir and spilling her drink on the floor in the process — I think we should all make a toast and make this last party a wild ride!!! — her yelling stabbing us louder than the music.

— Bitch, you are this fucking drunk already? — Ymir says to her, holding Hange's weight on her back — What the hell did the gasoline duo do to you?

— Okay okay, enough with the questions, let me fill your cups because this is the night! — Sasha says, just pouring all that mystery liquid that soon will go straight to our heads — Also, Reiner, where's the food?

We raise our plastic cups and Connie yells — To the new semester! — and we drink, feeling the immediate burn on our throats. It's hard being a scout.

— I need to get laid today — Jean says as he lays his back on the couch — Gonna arrive for the classes pretty motivated next week — he then rests his left arm at the back pillow, behind Mikasa's head.

— You should start roaming, then — her cold delivery puts Jean's subtle attempt at flirting six feet under the ground, as usual. It was pretty damn quick, but I could notice Mikasa glancing at me and then looking the other way. Yeah, I think I need to start roaming soon, too.

— That sounds great, then let's do that!!! — Hange grabs Jean by the arm and they disappear amongst the crowd.

— When all this fun ends, I'll be the one who will probably have to take him home after he gets slapped by some girls — Armin and Jean live with me so we normally go back together. Armin is the responsible one between us, which is not exactly hard considering how Jean and I are — Gonna at least drink some beer before that happens.

— I'll go with you, this drink sucks — Annie says, finishing the drink anyway and following him. We always drink the last drop of it, we never learn.

The girls went dancing, the music was exceptionally good today. A lot of bands I already liked plus some I have never heard before. I need to remember to ask Reiner for this playlist later. Connie was already surrounded by a different group, everyone likes to talk to him. He is popular. The rest dispersed as well and I could hear Hange's screams far away. This is going to be a night for her, indeed.

I start walking around, meeting a lot of people from my classes and others from the campus in general. I talk to all of them and drink a lot in the process, which feeds my need for nicotine every time. I grab my pack of cigarettes and while smoking, I see Levi.

— I must be dreaming — I say, letting the smoke leave my lips with a smile. It reaches him and looks at me with a deadly expression. He is smoking as well, but he only admits one specific brand of cigarettes and hates all the others. Levi usually doesn't show up at these "brat" parties, as he likes to say, since he's a few years older than us. I normally see him at Shina's, which is a popular club slash bar near our university. He's the owner so we all met him there, after going so many times. Shina has the best parties and the best drinks of all the clubs near us. And it couldn't be any other way, since Levi is a perfectionist. There's also a small stage there, where indie bands perform from time to time. My band does some gigs there sometimes.

— Hey — he replies, as cold as ever. He's Mikasa's cousin, so they have the same expressions and hard-to-approach vibe — Already high, I see.

— Always. In fact, today I hope to be higher than usual. What miracle brings you here?

— Some people from the staff decided to come here today so there are fewer brats to piss me off — he drinks what's probably a high priced whiskey and continues — and there's a new girl at the club so we have been showing her the area for a few weeks now.

— There's a lot of new girls here today — although I know Levi doesn't give a crap.

— So? — yeah, he doesn't.

Levi is a pretty successful business owner and even I have to admit that he's hot – is not only common knowledge but a mutual agreement between everyone –, so girls are always trying to get him, but he doesn't screw most of them. He doesn't fuck brats, period. He says he doesn't have the patience. That makes the girls even more desperate. He has the highest standards of every guy I know. When he was still in university – the same we all go –, he screwed not only the hottest girls but also the professors - which went after him and not the other way around. At least that's what I've heard. I think Levi never had to actively look for any girl, to be honest.

I can only laugh at his reply. That's just so him.

— If you want more stuff than what's already in your system, Floch is over there.

— I want, actually. I was going to look for him — I see Floch's red hair among some folks. Floch is usually as busy as Connie but with less than half of the charisma.

He finishes his cigarette, blowing its last white smoke into the air, and we both hear a loud HELL YEAH!! coming from all the other way across the room — Tsk, is that Hange?

— Pfft, it was before, I think it's Sasha now — he doesn't laugh at my reply. He never does. I think hell would freeze while heaven catches on fire.

I think about the music again. It's so good today, what the hell — Hey Levi, don't you think this playlist is too high quality for a Reiner party? I don't get it, his music taste is always pure trash.

— That's from our new girl — he drinks the last drops of his whiskey and starts to leave — You might find her around here — he then suddenly stops and looks at me — Don't get your hopes up, though.

I am not able to ask what he meant by that because he leaves too quickly. Time to look for Floch.

— Hey, Flo-

— Here.

— You didn't even let me finish.

— I know what you want. You are not in the mood for cocaine so you want MD instead, blah-blah-blah-blah. Is that kind of night — he pauses for mere seconds — Am I wrong, Eren?

— Nope, right as usual — Floch is the main person you go to when you need drugs. I mean, good drugs. He looks like your standard rich boy – which he is, by the way – that can do no wrong, but you can get the best stuff from him. I've always found this funny. The weed I have today was his work. He knows my taste well.

Reiner's frat house is huge, so there's plenty of room to walk. I'm approached by a bunch of girls on the way but for some reason, none of them piques my interest. I am pretty set on going after something new today and I have no problem getting laid. It happened every single day this week and it truly happens anytime I want. Which, okay, boosts my ego a little bit. Maybe a lot. I might even have hurt some girls in the process. I was never slapped though, unlike Jean. So that's a win in my book.

I see a few of my friends again, mainly Historia and Reiner, and they are talking to a girl I've never seen before.

She has long black hair and short messy bangs, the kind that goes a little above the eyebrows. I didn't know black hair was my thing until now. Her face has the perfect features, at least for me. She's wearing a sleeveless white top that is so tight that hugs her figure perfectly and makes her breasts look amazing. That type of top that shows the girl's side boob, and I'm a total sucker for those. It is also short so you can see a bit of her waist. And I don't even have to see her ass because I already know it is probably too damn good. Her light blue ripped jeans are cool as well and she has black sneakers. I like her style. She has a bunch of tattoos - a lot on her right arm, one on her left hand, and probably some that I couldn't see because they were behind her clothes. I intended to, though.

Fuck, she's hot.

Historia looks mesmerized talking to her, which is a very privileged view from where I stand because, as I've already said before, she is also beautiful. But she isn't exactly hot. This girl is. Way too much. Oh, and Reiner is there too. Whatever.

I can see a lot of guys want to approach her but none of them do. I went for it. Wasn't this night supposed to be wild?

— Hey, Eren! Guess what, Y/N is the new DJ at Shina! I was telling her how we go there all the time.

— Hi, Eren, nice to meet you — she says, with that kind of smile that people who know they are hot make. I do that too.

— Hey, Y/N — I say. And as I told you seconds before, I'm good with that type of smile as well so that's what she gets — Levi told me he came with the staff and a new girl, so I suppose that's you.

— Yeah, I'll start there next week.

— I talked to him about the party's playlist because I knew it couldn't be Reiner's.

— Yeah, it's Y/N's. She prepared it for the party when I invited the guys from Shina yesterday. We were in the same high school. — Reiner says that looking at me with a face that shows "See that, dickhead? I've known her for some years now".

— It's pretty good! I can't wait for the next party at Shina's to see your set! — Historia was always an angel.

REINER, WHERE'S THE REST OF THE ICE, MAN??, someone screamed far away.

— Shit. Catch up with you later, Y/N.

Too bad, huh, Reiner? He gives me a look that I can't quite figure out what it is, but I know for sure it wasn't a look of support. In the fucking slightest.

— I think Ymir is calling me as well, sorry!! — It was painfully obvious that Ymir wanted to make out with Historia for some time now. They never did. I think only Historia hasn't realized yet that Ymir is thirsty for her for god knows how long.

After Historia left, there was only me and her — So, by any chance, do you go to the same university as us? You look our age but Levi said you are new here — I tried asking this without looking at her body, but looking at her face was even worse. Her eyes were piercing me in the best way possible.

— I'm not exactly new, I'm from the same uni as you guys, but I took a gap year — she takes a sip of her drink — You probably never met me but I'm in the same year as you all are now.

Since Reiner knew her from high school, he also knew she was at the same university all along and never told any of the guys. Smart fucker.

— So that makes you a year older than me — I smirk at her.

— I guess it does — she smirks back as she lights up a cigarette and blows the smoke at me.

Ok, looking good so far.

I'm pretty high at this point, the MD and the music are making me horny, so I don't even bother to pretend that I'm not looking at her body. I'm looking at everything.

— You took something, didn't you?

— Do you want some? I can show you later where to get the best stuff. Anything you are in the mood for.

— I'm all set — she shows me her tongue and I see the acid. The view makes my own tongue feel lonely, maybe I should use it to steal that from her mouth. I hope she's horny as well.

We talk a lot about music since it's something that we both enjoy. She's passionate about it, I can tell. She asks about my band with true interest. Doesn't sound like small talk. She touches her hair and it makes me want to stuff my face in it. She has the smile that makes you want more. Her voice has the same effect.

The loud music allows us to talk near each other's ears. I hope she moans as loud as her playlist. The girls usually love my hair for some reason, either if it's in a messy bun as it is right now or if it's loose. They all love my green eyes too. She can see all that with somewhat detail since we are so close, even though it is a little dark here. If I take you to a room you can see me better, I almost blurb it out. I can see her too and that kills me.

She looks receptive to me but normally at this point I would be already hooking up with the girl. This time it isn't happening. I never have to work so much. I think I understand why the other guys didn't approach her before. She's a little intimidating to talk to, and that comes naturally to her – it doesn't seem to be on purpose. I flirt with her the way I normally do but she is hard to get, she hits every ball I throw. I remember what Levi said before. Oh, right.

But I'm vibing way too much at this point, I think if I touch any part of her I'll get hard immediately.

— This gap year you've mentioned... Did you go anywhere specific?

— I know it will sound cliché, but I went to Europe.

— Where in Europe?

— Everywhere — she says — I went down — the corner of her lips forming a smile  — And up. Everywhere. — and I can swear she sounds flirtatious as hell. I want to bite her lip.

— That sounds... Awesome. — I think she wants to bite me too, or at least I hope she does — Was there any particular reason to leave? If that's not too much to ask.

— Hm, I was kinda... — she stops to think for a few seconds as she holds her hair up and makes a ponytail, looking at the ground, the cigarette glued to her now closed lips. Her neck became exposed, it looks soft as hell and I can't wait to bruise it. She releases the smoke, that flows into the room, and looks deep into my eyes, as deep as I want to be inside her right now — ...stressed.

I reach my limit at this point.

— I can help you with the stress if you want.

— Really? — she's looking at me with the same teasing look and I'm doing the same, so we both know that's not a question I have to answer. Her tongue quickly passes through her top lip, her mouth forming a little wet smile — I don't think I need any help though.

I threw the ball and she hit a home run. My team was out.

I was not expecting that.

We hear some of the guys from Shina calling for her — Oh, they are calling me — Y/N looks at me again and says — See you around, Eren — giving me the same fucking grin I wanted to bite before.

She walks away and I see that her ass is, as I suspected from the very beginning, too damn good.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

After this, some time has passed. I look at the clock. Yeah, maybe a lot. I couldn't tell before because I'm drunk and drugged. I see most of my friends, all fucking wasted. Armin is holding up pretty well, Bertholdt's is knocked down for God knows how long, Mikasa probably smoked way too much weed (who am I to judge?) and looks dead on the couch. I don't see Ymir, Historia nor Reiner - there are too many people in this house to keep count. Sasha's eating something in the kitchen, I can't see what it is, but certainly, she got hungrier than normal after smoking some pot Connie gave her. Connie always holds his drinks well, he's still talking to a lot of people. I pass in front of one of the bathrooms and Hange is there, getting everything out of her system. Oh, and Ymir. There she is, holding Hange's hair, looking as pissed as ever. Levi probably went home hours ago. Jean is making out with some chick, he's going to score tonight. To be fair, he always does, but never with Mikasa.

I saw a lot of pretty girls today and I went for none of them. They tried and I shut them down, even the ones I normally fuck. There's someone I want to taste tonight and she's nowhere to be found. The guys from Shina are missing too, so I know I won't see her today anymore. Damn.

I'm not pissed at her but I'm pissed at the situation.

— Armin, I think I'm going to take off, are you coming?

— Yeah, I'm already pretty tired — he gets up — Jean's probably going to stay here.

— Yep. Probably. — Am I pissed that Jean's getting laid? Even though I could have as well? With someone else, at least? My mood feels off.

— I'm going with you too, I've lost count of how many assholes I had to shut down today. I think I even punched a few — I don't have to look to know that's Annie speaking — You were right, Eren, is it especially crowded today. In the shittiest way possible.

— Then let's go.

— Wait, I need to get my bag first, I left it in Reiner's room.

— I can get that for you, wait up.

— It's a black one. Small.

I sign a thumbs up for her and climb the stairs. I am hundred percent sure I'm going to see someone fucking there but that's the usual. I'm pretty sure I've already seen some people screwing in the corner of the living room minutes before. No one cares.

I open the door and see Y/N in her underwear, putting her white top back on. She does indeed have other tattoos.

— Hey there! — she says smiling, as she also puts her jeans back up, making little jumps so they pass through her ass. Her hair is not in a ponytail anymore.

I say hi in a confusing way.

— I came here to get my friend's bag — I look around for milliseconds like I don't know where the hell I am until I see Reiner lying - clearly naked - under his sheets. Can't be anyone else, with that bleached hair and huge biceps.

What? Ahn?

Hey... Wait a second.

Historia? Clearly naked as well? What. The. Hell. I guess she's not exactly the angel I thought she was?

They are sort of awake, sort of sleeping, kinda like on a different planet. You know, the type of thing that happens after a really strong fuck? That sort. They look exhausted. They look destroyed. And not in a bad way. AT ALL.

— Oh, I saw a bag before. Here you go — she gives me Annie's bag. She's all dressed now. She notices my confusion, I'm too high to act any other way — I've told you I don't need any help — her eyes piercing mine for the hundredth time tonight. Her smile hurts now. Ouch.

She grabs her sneakers and walks towards me and the door:

— I'm all set.

She leaves the room as I hold Annie's bag.

Yeah. I was not expecting that.

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Thanks for reading (if there's even anyone here lmao). Chapter 2 will be uploaded later but it can be read now at AO3 or Wattpad.

[revalise]

Harder [M] | BONUS/PREVIEW

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x OC

Genre: Romance, mainly fluff with smut, and squint for angst

Rating: NSFW

Warnings: swearing, hair pulling, begging, fingering (mouth and vaginal) 

Words: 3600+

A/N: THIS WAS FORMERLY CHAPTER 12 OF HARDER UNTIL I DECIDED TO REWRITE IT. I’M KEEPING THIS AS A PREVIEW OR A BONUS SCENE.

Again, huge thanks to Nerissa @bnha-aesthetic​ for beta reading this chapter! 

Just getting started on the smut! I made it a little light with a little hint of what’s to come next, I guess, since it’s their first time being intimate with each other. 

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Masterlist | 01

It all comes down to the person who stays. The moment a seemingly fragile Arya Strauss locked eyes with the Survey Corps’s uptight captain, Levi Ackerman, she felt a change in her system. And soon enough, she finds out that he is much more than what he seems. Can Arya suppress what she feels if she keeps finding himself tangled within his grasp?

Before Levi could lean over to give me another kiss, I quickly stood up from our position, running over to the lake with a smile on my face.

It’s weird, really. How three words can turn all your doubts into nothingness. What power it holds. And suddenly, all that’s left for me are my bursting feelings for him.

“You play dirty, Arya,” Levi calls out from behind me, his voice a little too far for me to make sound of.

I look over at him, extending my hand to signal him closer. “Come here, you’ll love it,” I giggled.

He stands up and dusts off his bum.Then slowly walks over to me, a smile plastered on his face so faintly that I almost missed it. The way the wrinkles on his eyes showed when a small smile appeared on his lips made me feel jittery inside.

When he nears me, I lace my hand with his. That makes it all the more real.

On normal days, you’d only ever see Levi with his usual grumpy demeanor. Hence deemed ‘uptight’ by other scouts as well as cadets. But the more I get to know him and the more time I spend with him, I realize there’s so much more to him than just that.

He’s more than just his title and he’s more than just what people perceive him to be.

He’s really just himself. He’s Levi. He’s my Levi.

“Let’s swim?” I ask with a smile as I wrap my arms around him.

Levi studies my face for a moment, his eyebrows furrowed with my question, “With what? Our uniform?”

Untangling my arms from him, I reply with a mischievous smile, “Who said so? We’re taking it off, of course.”

He looked at me like a bolt out of the blue, “You’re not saying..?”

I giggled. My hands found its way to the hem of my shirt and yanked it up from my head until I was only on my brassiere and pants.

Watching as Levi’s eyes traveled down from my face to my figure, I smirked as he gulped. For a moment, he actually looked confused like he didn’t know what to do. Deviating from his usual self where he’s so sure of everything—not an ounce of confusion ever struck his face then.

As my hands start to unbutton my pants, I tease him, “Are you going to swim like that,” I run my eyes over his figure, “or are you going to undress, mister?”

His lips parted open then a smirk formed across his face as I dropped my pants on the ground.

Before I could hear him utter anything, I entered the lake in only my underwear, inhaling the fresh scent of the water. The freezing temperature sent shivers down my spine, making me curl my toes against the ground and run my hands along both my arms to make myself feel a little warmer.

I only wanted to tease Levi, but this idea may be a bit outrageous with the cold. Even the sun has been replaced by the moon that now served to dimly light up the place. I could barely see anything.

Suddenly, I felt a pair of hands replace mine against my arms.

“I’ll do it for you,” Levi’s hot breath tickled my neck before I felt his lips touch my ear.

A frisson of excitement gushed throughout my system, replacing all my doubts about swimming in the cold. I felt warmer with his heat.

His hands traveled up and down my arms for a moment before he entangled me with his arms over my stomach, pulling me closer, my bare back hitting his naked chest. I put my hand over his.

“Are you warm enough?” I nod as a reply.

I turned my head to look over at him, Levi’s grey orbs matched mine, “So,” I began, “you love me, huh?” I tease with a smirk.

“Tch,” he rolls his eyes. “Don’t be too full of yourself, brat.”

I pout at his remark, “I’m still a brat to you?”

He smiles a little then kisses the tip of my nose, “Always.”

Levi laughs at me as I lightly hit his chest. I scoff at him, “You think you’re so smart with your replies, don’t you?”

An amused smirk replaces his genuine smile, “Cadet, may I remind you who you’re talking to?” He threatened, trying to make his voice sound imperative but the playfulness gave it away.

I frown at him before I turn my head and cross my arms over my chest, trying to act childish. He chuckled and silence enveloped us.

His question threw me off and my heartbeat accelerated. I suddenly remembered that he’s actually a captain. His rank is so much higher than mine. Not to mention, he’s humanity’s strongest soldier. He was our biggest bet in fighting off titans.

For me to be with someone like him seemed so impossible. But here I am now.

“Why me?” I gaze at him, bravely breaking the silence.

Levi studies my face, “Is this really necessary?”

Through the lack of words, my face might’ve given it away. He fell silent for a little while. His eyes matched the same intensity as mine, “Why not you?”

We fell silent studying each other’s faces. Levi and I, as close as we could ever be, alone in a lake with only the moon’s light faintly illuminating the whole area.

“You could have had anyone…” I whisper. I look down, avoiding his gaze.

Levi lifts my chin with one hand—the other still resting on my stomach—making me look up at him, “You’re the only one I want, you always have been…” He tilted his head a little, eyebrows furrowing before looking away, “Is that so hard to believe?”

A scheme of pink and red wash over my cheeks. To have someone like him with me is like winning a gold in my end. As for him, I couldn’t say the same. I was just a mere cadet with no outstanding abilities. What do I have to offer? 

But would it be too selfish of me if I don’t want to let go of him despite his loss in me? Would it be too selfish of me if I say I want to be the only girl who gets to experience being in his arms? To feel the intensity and the heat of his touch? 

I want all of him to be mine. Is that so bad?

My eyes fell to his slightly parted lips. I’m tempted to kiss him right here, right now.

We were in a rather frightening area once the moon rose, replacing the fascinating vicinity earlier.

The vibrant colors of the flowers that looked magnificent under the sun were now painted a dull gray and the green color of the trees turned into dark hues in shadows, overlooking the tall pines visible from afar. The chilling breeze of the place almost brought insecurity. But Levi’s roughly, calloused hands, probably from all the training, proved that whatever happens, we’d get through it anyway.

In that case, none of it mattered. No danger posed a threat. Only the sexual tension in between us did.

Then his hand was on the side of my face. He leans forward as he stared deep into my eyes, like he was asking for permission despite having kissed me a few times already. I smile at that, and then I rest my hand on top of his.

Slowly, his lips touch mine and I close my eyes. Maybe time slowed down when his lips met mine. For once, I could catch onto the movements of our lips. It was slow and passionate, and the flutter only intensified. I could feel my knees turning into jelly as my heart began pounding in excitement.

I was kissing him. I was kissing Levi! Our captain, who appeared to be apathetic in front of everyone.

I could only focus on the softness of his lips against mine. It didn’t take any medicine to crave for something or feel something. I only needed Levi and how addictively he invaded all my senses.

Though our kiss broke so we could catch our breaths, the gaze we had for one another didn’t. In his eyes, I could see a hint of raw emotion. Was it love? Longing? Or lust?

Before I could even expand on the thought, he pulls me in closer, draping his rough and calloused hands on my small figure. He kisses my mouth once again. I think I whispered his name. 

I reciprocate his kisses and wrap my arms around his neck. At the touch of his bare skin, electricity fills me in. Heat rose from my stomach to my chest, making my heart skip another beat.

I take a peek at him as his lips dance on mine. He had his eyes closed and I took notice of his long lashes. Then Levi opens his eyes slowly, meeting my gaze while we pull away from each other.

There is a shimmer of light in his eyes from the moon. The more I stare deep into it, I begin to notice an emotion in them. 

A gasp escaped from my mouth when I felt his hand squeeze my ass.

Our foreheads touch and he closes his eyes, the warmth of his breath tickling my skin.

We went silent for a moment, catching our breaths. My hands fell to the side of his waist and I entrap him within my arms, making sure he wasn’t a product of my imagination.

I still want more.

Levi lifts his head and looks at me intently, studying my face. I feel his fingers dance on my back, traveling to the hook of my brassier, playing with it.

“Can I?” His tone was husky in a whisper.

Heat rushes to my cheeks and I look at his bare chest, avoiding his gaze.

He lifts my chin with one hand, “Look at me.”

My mouth kept shut, lost for better words. From my peripheral, I see my brassier hang loosely on my chest and his fingers on my back send sensations to my spine. But before it completely went off, my hands made its way to my chest, desperately covering myself.

At first I was nervous. But when I looked at him, the feeling of uncertainty was gone. I took in the sight of his faint smile from my actions and how his hand traveled to my hair to stroke it as if to reassure me.

“It’s fine if you don’t want to,” his tone was soft. “I won’t force you, don’t worry.”

“No! It’s not that…” I took notice of the high objection in my tone, “What if you don’t like it?” I whisper, I almost didn’t hear my own voice.

He chuckles and pulls me into an embrace.

“You’re gorgeous underneath those layers,” he mutters in my ear. “I will never not like anything about you.”

He gives me a peck on my cheek, “Ever.”

I rest my head on his shoulder and chuckle at his words that made me feel better, “Did you bring me here for this?”

“What? No!” He slightly pushes me away so he can look me in the eye, but his hands remain on my shoulder.

I was only teasing him, but the look on his face tells me that he thinks I mean it.

Levi looks away for a moment and sighs, “To be honest, I just wanted a chance to watch the stars with you.”

My mouth went agape at his revelation, “What?”

He wanted what? If anything, I never thought Levi could be like this. I never thought he could actually be romantic.

His fingers find its way to the hook of my brassier again. Instead of taking it away, he tries to put it together. But by his expression and the way his eyebrows furrowed, it’s evident he doesn’t know how. This makes me chuckle.

“So you know how to take off a woman’s underwear but not how to put it back?” I tease.

Levi frowns at me but is replaced with another meaningful smirk, “Don’t worry. I’ll learn it in no time.”

My hands travel to the strap of my brassier sensually as he watches me. I could feel the straps hang loosely on my shoulders and then it was off.  My breasts felt the freezing temperature of the water much stronger than my arms did. 

I lightly shiver, but the warmth of Levi’s hands replaces the cold with heat. His fingers reached my bosom, tracing it. “Is it okay?”

I nod and turn my back on him to look upon the dark skies above decorated with the shining stars I didn’t notice. I feel his arms wrap around my waist and he leans in to the crook of my neck, whispering, “You didn’t notice it since we went here.”

 “I think you might’ve been busy with some other,” he tucks the stray hairs on my face to my ear and breathes into it. I could feel his mischievous smile through his tone and his hands squeezed my tits when he finished with, “things.”

In retaliation, I struggle to free myself from his grip but he only laughs at me, “You’re mean,” I frown and tilt my head to look at him from behind me.

Quietly, he massaged my tits, playing with my erect nipples. I felt shy and small around him, but I was too turned on to stop him.

I bite my lip when he breathes into my neck, placing wet kisses.

“Should we head back now?” I ask quietly, my voice sounding a little hoarse.

Levi shakes his head gently, “Let’s stay like this for a while.”

We went silent for a moment, looking over the starry heavens, ignoring the cold breeze and taking in the serenity of the quiet place.

Taking a guilty peek at Levi, I found him gazing upon the vast night sky. The look on his face was more than just awestruck and astonishment, he actually looked hopeless, like he had lost everything. Perhaps the glimmer in his eyes weren’t the emotions I thought of; perhaps it was longing for something I’m unable to replace.

“Do you believe that stars twinkle?” He asked quietly while he looked above.

“Yes,” I breathe.

Levi chuckled, “Stars, actually,” he turns to me, “don’t twinkle.”

“But the star in my sky does,” I whisper. My eyes didn’t match the same humorless emotion in his.

“I want to kiss you right now,” there was another emotion in his face—something I wanted to see.

There was a perfect combination of contentment, awe, and confidence.

I trace his chest with my fingers and whisper back, “What’s stopping you?”

There wasn’t a moment of hesitation. His mouth met mine in a much aggressive manner. My fingers dig into his hair. It was soft, silky. I inhale the scent of weak jasmine from him. Frissons of excitement pierce through me. Thrilling. I stop thinking, pressing myself against him. I lead his hand to the strap of my brassier.

I open my eyes to find that his are open too. He had a look of uncertainty as his fingers traced my strap. I smile into his mouth and kiss him one more time like a signal to go ahead.

We start moving backwards. I feel one hand travel to my ass, squeezing it roughly, it hurts. I moan into his mouth. He took the opportunity to find my tongue with his.  

My back hit the edges of the lake, pinning me. His hands were moving down, but not where I thought it would be. Instead, he pushes me upwards, making me sit on the edges of the lake as he stood still in the waters.

The pitch black shadows of the area made it harder for me to study his face. But through the lack of light, I see Levi’s bangs sticking in his face and his mouth parted open, gasping for air. Breathless. There was a hint of lust in the way he looked at me. For once, I was thankful for the darkness that he couldn’t see much of me, naked with only my panties.

My fingers touch his face until it goes down to his lips. I brush my thumb on it, taking my time. Then I feel his teeth gently dig into it, inviting me. Levi’s hand found its way to my waist, moving up and down, exploring my body, giving me a rush.

I have never stood naked in front of anyone. I felt nervous, but I also felt fire ignite from within me. It was a new kind of sensation that only Levi could make me feel. 

I wanted more of him. And tonight, I know he did too.

Levi takes my hand in his, eyes never leaving mine. I watch as he places slow kisses from my fingers, to my arms, and then to my shoulder. The sensation ignites a heat in my stomach to my chest and I feel something in between my thighs, as I felt the urge to close my legs.

“Don’t fucking close it,” his voice was rough and threatening and he forcefully spreads my legs apart. “You will obey every word I say, understand?”

I nod and stay obedient, too speechless to utter a word. I wrap my arms around his neck as he devoured my lips one more time. My hands travel to the back of his head.

His hands explore every inch of my body, stopping at my breasts, feeling and squeezing it. I gasped at the sensation and collapsed my head onto his shoulder as I left my mouth open.

Then he almost violently grasps my chin with one hand, making me look at him and rubs his thumb over my mouth, “Suck.”

I open my mouth slowly, taking in his finger, and then I suck sensually.

Levi watches me with intensified eyes, I enjoy it. Then he added another finger once I got the hang of it. As I suck his fingers on one hand, the other explores my breast, playing with my nipple. An idea enters my mind and I smirk.

I lift my knee a little to meet the height of his clothed manhood. My knee brushes it lightly, feeling its hardness and the length almost surprises me.

Soon enough, his fingers leave my mouth and travel downwards. There was a hint of lust in his eyes as he looked at me while his fingers played with the cloth of my panties, slowly pulling it, teasing me. But he doesn’t pull it down. Instead, he leads me into the water again. The splash makes a loud sound. I feel the coldness once again.

Then I feel his hands on the back of my waist travel to my bum, squeezing it. My naked breasts pressed against his bare chest.

“Levi…” I moan as his fingers move near my barely clothed member. “Please!”

He chuckles and I watch him smirk, “Please what?” He tucks my hair behind my ear and squeezes my ass, his hand already inside my panties.

“Please…” I was lost for words.

“Use your words,” his tone was rough and demanding as he continued to tease me.

“Please put your fingers in me!”

“Not yet,” he chuckles, satisfied with my words. “Who owns you?”

A gasp escapes my mouth when I feel his fingers brushing my nipple.

“Who can only do this to you?”

But I say nothing, unable to find my words until he roughly pulls my hair. “Who?”

I groan in his grasp, “You…” I say breathless.

The softness of Levi’s lips devours me again as his fingers brush my panties. Slowly, I feel him touch my folds, sending a rush into my body. I gasp in his touch.

“So sensitive for me…” he whispers as he strokes my hair. “You’re such a mess for me…”

His eyes move from my face down to my body, observing it.

“Fuck, only I get to see this, understand?” he mutters as he devours my breast and feels the other with one hand.

A loud moan escapes my mouth when I feel his fingers part my folds and play with it. The pleasure makes me shudder and I feel something gush in between my thighs and I almost collapse beside him, losing all my energy.

Levi tightens his grip around me and chuckles, “Sorry. Did I exhaust you?”

A tired smile was all I could give him. Levi carries me out of the water and rests me on the ground. He finds our clothes and dusts it off before placing his uniform jacket around me.

“Now,” he starts, “to dry ourselves.”

Realizing we don’t have any towels to dry ourselves with, I chuckle, “We’ll use our jackets.”

I look around to find mine. When I did, I immediately put it over Levi’s damp hair, drying it. Levi looked at me with an unreadable expression, but I was too busy drying off his hair.

“Is that fine?” I ask and I put the jacket in my lap.

Levi looks at me, mouth slightly parted, and then touches his hair as if he’d just gotten back from a deep thought, “Yeah...”

Levi pulls me closer, giving me a gentle peck on my lips, “I’ll dry your hair too.”

These secret moments were enough to keep me going. There were no titans. I didn’t have to worry about being dead by the next expedition. No rules to follow. No people and country to defend. None of it mattered. Not if I had Levi.

[alienheartattack]

Hi Hi I seriously love your fics so much and I love the way portray Mikasa and Levi, that's them to me. Two of your fics that hold special places in my heart are definitely '5:42 P.M. on a Wednesday in March' and 'Night Watch'. But I still have some more to read. What are yours? 🥰 and 🏆, 🎤. I'd also like to ask 🎁 and most definitely 🍄 please. I'm sorry if that's too much to ask 🤗.

Thank you! I love your comments on my fics, having someone engage with my work is seriously the most fulfilling thing as a writer. Your analyses have been spot on, and sometimes you even point out things that I didn’t even realize I put in the story. I’ve already read your post about 5:42 P.M. like six times, will probably read it again when I’m done this post lmao. I also love your incorrect quotes series!

Heeennnyyways, on to the questions.

Fave fic you’ve written

Another Taste of Pomegranate. My first ever smut fic (aside from some unreadable slash I wrote in high school) and probably my most popular fic besides Inexorable. I tried so, so hard to get this one right. Occasionally I’ll go back and read the reblogs and tags for it because people were so supportive. And horny. Very, very horny.

Fic you’re most proud of

It’s a tie between Inexorable, my first and so far only multichapter fic, and Koi No Yokan. They were both writing feats that I’d never tried before, a long fic and a fic with a big twist. Before I started my novel, Inexorable was the longest single story I’d written. I was also hesitant to post because I feel really strongly about unfinished multichapter fics and I didn’t want to start a project only to lose interest and not finish. Koi No Yokan was hard to pull off because I wanted the reader to discover the mystery as Mikasa did, but still had to put in clues that it was Levi all along. They both hold up surprisingly well, I just reread Inexorable on Friday and I really liked it, although my god it needs another round of copyedits.

Fave line in a fic you wrote

This is from Catch and Release, probably my only RM angst fic.

She barely has him for a week before one of his gas canisters malfunctions mid-flight and he starts to fall. An enormous hand catches him out of midair and within seconds Levi is gone. He doesn’t make a sound, not even when the Titan’s teeth rip open his belly and bare his guts to the last few people who ever loved him.

Levi Ackerman, resigned to history.

Quote from a WIP

“Holy shit,” Levi pants. “I say this with deep respect, so don’t get offended: you are one sick bitch.”

How do you get yourself in the mood to write?

I’m actually super undisciplined in this way. I always want to write when I’m working but then I don’t want to when I’m free. I’ll spend tons of time zoning out and planning stories and then not write any of that shit down so it’s all lost to the ages. So basically, I force myself to write. When I notice myself sitting around watching television or otherwise not doing anything, I’ll grab my laptop and open whatever WIP calls to me if I’m feeling inspired, and force myself to work on a particular project if I feel like it needs my attention. I’m writing a comedic romance novel that’s about two-thirds complete and I started writing fanfic again because I needed a break from the novel, so now I switch between my spy AU smut and the novel, depending on how I’m feeling.

This might be controversial, but if I’m feeling anxious about writing or just feeling generally shitty (I’ve been hashtag blessed with a whole bunch of mental health issues) I’ll get a little stoned before writing. I think “write drunk, edit sober” is okay advice: I think getting a little bit inebriated can help ease your inhibitions, but you can’t write if you’re fucked up. Whatever relaxation exercise works for you, really. Sometimes I’ll just meditate on my story (AKA stare into space) and once the ideas start flowing, I’ll grab the laptop.

[kannra21]

Daisuzu shopping 💗

I thought about Daisuke's night at Kato's place and wondered if he'd ever consider repeating "the same mistake" again. Living a life of a commoner is strange for a millionaire, but he'll get the hang of it.

~o0o~

It was yet another busy day at the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. The crew managed to catch the criminals responsible for the robbery of the "Space Jewelry" shop in Ginza, the Tokyo's most famous upmarket shopping district. After he filled the report and got himself patched from a fight with one of the resisters, Daisuke returned to his mansion with bandages and sterile gauze wrapped around his upper arm. It wasn't that deep but the cut on his maroon dress shirt wouldn't be fixed so easily.

Suzue had enough of constantly throwing away beautiful garments of clothes and Daisuke's closet was becoming emptier by each day. Therefore, she decided to do him a favor and buy the suits by herself. She got dressed in her beige trenchcoat after their meal and before she left the residence, Daisuke stopped her and asked if he could join her in whatever she needed help with. This surprised Suzue because he was never interested in these kinds of things, she was usually in charge of the purchases. Daisuke insisted because, after he spent his time at Haru’s place, he realized just how important it was for him to get involved in the everyday life of a simple man and learn how things around him work. And Suzue was never happier to comply.

Daisuke felt a little odd that he had to blend in with the large crowd of simple commoners, the busy traffic, and the constant commotion. Does Suzue really have to deal with this every single day? He suddenly felt self-aware and didn't know where to put his hands. He saw a couple holding hands and felt a little awkward because he didn’t know how Suzue would react if he performed the same thing. Therefore he extended his elbow in a gentleman-like fashion and offered her to take it. She smiled the sweetest smile and accepted it, he didn't even know what he found so compelling in this situation but it made him content as well.

They arrived at Aoyama boutique in one of the wealthiest neighborhoods around. And although it has a great reputation in fashion industry, they offered casual designs with hight quality and inexpensive prices. The moment they walked in, Daisuke was instantly drawn to the expensive section of the shop but Suzue needed to drag him away to the part they were looking for.

"But Suzue, these suits aren't as good as the ones on display."

"That's because every store has a simple costumer tactic they're using for psychological reasons. For them, it is important that they have strong in-store visuals and display their best products in front of the complex. Our current task is to buy a bunch of suits with high quality and lower price. Remember, we're buying you work clothes which are easily expendable but made of quality materials to make them last longer. Besides, you already have suits for special occasions at home."

"I know but.." Daisuke felt discouraged.

Suzue could see his uneasiness and eyes averting in thought "What's wrong?"

"The day I bought Abura Emirate's seventh prince's car-"

"You did what?"

"It's true. We needed the car to catch two young people responsible for the robbery of the chocolate store."

Suzue laughed softly "This is silly."

"I know. And the prince was looking down on my clothes for some reason. I lost my nerve and made a quick purchase."

"You were rough again?"

"Yes I was."

Suzue approached him and put her hand on his cheek "Maybe the prince was boisterous but you are old money, Daisuke-sama, and a person like him won't survive long enough in the royal district. You're the real deal, so I advise you not to bother with such people if that's what you really want."

Daisuke looked surprised and somewhat flustered. Suzue panicked a little when she realized what she just did and nervously told them to continue looking for his clothes.

After they finished with the shopping, Suzue couldn't help it but to head towards the Aoyama Farmer's Market with fresh homemade products.

"I thought we were going home?"

"I know but these products are healthier than those from the supermarket. I'm only thinking about your health, you'll thank me later."

Daisuke just watched her walking enthusiastically towards one of the stands and he was shaking his head while smiling. He found it cute when she gets so carried away. Suzue spotted the jam of her choice stacked on a high shelf, she tried to reach it but even her high heels couldn't help her. In vain attempts to get it, she didn't notice Daisuke standing next to her and taking what she wanted. Their hands barely brushed against each other and they nervously looked at different directions. He handed it to her and she thanked him.

Noticing her tension, Daisuke wanted to relax her so they wouldn’t find themselves in similar situations and not to make her nervous anymore. He could only guess why this was happening but, being clumsy the way he was, he couldn't fully establish the reason of her behavior. However, he tried and proposed to take her to Cheery Blossoms at Aoyama Cemetery. Suzue instead, became so flustered upon hearing his suggestion that he got worried and asked her if he should take her somewhere else which she refused because she didn't want to disappoint him if he really wanted to go there.

And that's where they were, sitting on a bench and watching the peaceful sight of the beautiful cherry blossoms. Suzue was so thrilled to be there that she took pictures of the place and made selfies. She looked at them and commented how she couldn't wait to show them to Mrs. Kikuko. Now that she mentoned her, she wondered whether they should buy something for her as well and she went through all the possibilities of what they could bring her once they arrive home. Daisuke watched her with a soft smile on his face.

"Suzue is really amazing.. wait what am I thinking?"

Well, it's not true that Suzue wasn't amazing. of course she is. God she's incredible even, for the way she always took care of everything. Being surrounded by cherry trees just added to her unquestionable beauty. Her cheerful spirit and curious nature reminded him of someone close to his heart. Someone he loved dearly, a woman who left him a long time ago and not by her own fault. But looking at Suzue now, he realized that he wasn't unfortunate because he had her and that was everything he could ever ask for.

God was he in love with her? He couldn't tell. It's not that he didn't know, he was more worried about Suzue's reaction. How will she take it? Is it too risky to start off this soon? Is she still nervous being by his side? Why did she act this way? Why is she nervous when there's no reason for her to be nervous in the first place? They lived in the same mansion for so long. Why is he nervous upon thinking about her and her feelings? Oh. He thought he got his answers but he needed to check them first. He just hoped that he won't mess everything up.

While Suzue watched her photos and talked about plans for the dinner, Daisuke carefully tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and kissed her cheek. They looked at each other and what Daisuke wasn't expecting was Suzue taking his cheeks in both of her hands and locking his lips with hers. Daisuke was still somewhat hazy and Suzue smiled a little.

"Cherry flowers are really doing it for you, aren't they?"

"This doesn't minimize the fact that you’re beautiful the way you are."

Daisuke realized what he just said and he blushed. Suzue gave him a peck on the lips and stroked the back of his neck which sent shivers through his back. They looked at each other so lovingly that they didn't notice other people's presence until recently and not to attract too much attention, they decided to visit Pierre Herme's café where they shared ispahan- a delightful mélange of lychee, rose and raspberry. Daisuke insisted on feeding her with the excuse that she always spoiled him and that he needed to make up for it in a way, to which she let him. They had a great time together and they took a cake for grandma as well.

When they arrived home, Daisuke opened her the doors like a gentleman he was. Suzue took a couple of his bags to help him carrying them and grandma Kikuko saw them in the hallway.

"Hello children, how was your date?"

Suzue just blushed in embarrassment "W-what do you mean?"

"Haven't you spent half a day outside? Sounds like a date to me."

Suzue just took her things, excused herself and headed to the room to put Daisuke's suits in the closet.

Grandma smiled and Daisuke averted his eyes in amusement.

"How do you notice such this?"

"I had a hunch. So, how did it go?"

"It was fine. Without any complications or embarrassments for that matter. I.. needed some time to figure things out but in the end everything sat in its rightful place."

Grandma looked relieved and said "Sayuri was always shy about expressing her feelings but when she did, she showed it in the most genuine of ways. And every day you keep resembling her more. I'm glad you turned out the way you did, even if we have our own disagreements."

He smiled a little "Thank you, grandma."

And went upstairs to help Suzue with the stuff they bought. Maybe he couldn't see his mother again, but Suzue brought a positive change in his life. A change he'd always be grateful for and cherish.

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[thekrazykeke]

Title: This Time is Different

Fandom(s): Dragonball/Dragonball Z

Pairing(s): Goku x reader

Rating: T+

Series: You’re Perfect

Summary: I want someone to look at me the same way I look at chocolate cake.

Warning(s): Species change. Goku’s shenanigans (bc I mean, did you expect any less?). Training used as foreplay(?). Mild angst.

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Once again, just letting y’all know that I used a randomizer in order to find husbando number 2. How many times will this be happening? To infinity and beyond. LOL! Just kidding. Or, am I? Currently, I’m flexing my writing muscles and going outside my comfort zone to write in different fandoms. As long as there’s interest in the husbando or waifu that I write for, I will continue to write about them; so have no fear, y’all. Levi isn’t going to be abandoned.

Anywho!

Enjoy your time with Earth’s absent minded hero and if you’d like to spend more time with him, pretty please make certain to hit that like button, comment or reblog all about it <3

~ Episode 2

Learning the Controls Special Privileges

Someone is poking your cheek.

At first, it’s easy enough to ignore and you think you’ve gotten rid of the annoying pest after half heartedly swatting in their general direction without opening your eyes. This person is insistent to get your attention though, because after a few seconds, you can hear the rustle of clothing, they’re leaning in... Mere seconds after their finger can make contact, you keep your eyes closed and use the heel of your palm to make contact with their face; hard. You heard a yelp and someone falling over.

Opening your eyes, you sat up and stared.

It’s a tall man with spiky black hair and dark eyes wearing that iconic bright orange gi, the symbol of the Turtle school printed boldly on the fabric.

There’s absolutely no way that you can mistake this person for anyone else. After all, you’d grown up watching his adventures on TV every single day before real life got in the way and later, you’d forgotten all about it in favor of different anime. The Earth raised Saiyan who had the worst luck with not dying. The man, the myth, the legend, who reached past his limit every single time and literally embodied the saying, “Never give up”.

Son Goku.

“Haha! Geez, [Your Name]. You sure had worried me for a second there.” Quickly sitting up again, legs crossed beneath him, he rubbed the back of his neck, laughing lightly. “I think I might have hit ya too hard with that last attack and I’m out of senzu beans.” Brows furrowed, face scrunching up with guilt. “You’re okay, right?” He looked like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

Tail lashing out angrily in the air before sticking up straight, fluffed out, you open your mouth, about to read him the riot act, only to stop as you brain threatened to crash. ‘...Tail? Wait, what the fuck?’

Time paused and familiar ghostly writing appeared in front of your eyes.

/ Dragonball Z: AT Chronicles is a story based game that features player choice. The consequences of all your in-game actions and decisions will affect past, present, and future. Choose wisely. /

‘Okay, yes. I’ve already been through this once before. Get to the point!’ Try as you might to ignore it, you really can’t ignore the fact that you have a brown monkey tail.

/ Due to the game survey you completed prior to purchase, the system has deemed that you’re a Saiyan female and randomly generated your character features, fight style, default attacks, health and stats. Stat points can be stacked and more powerful attacks will be awarded the stronger you become. However, fight style and character features can be changed only once per game.

Would you like to do that now?

a.) Yes? b.) No? /

After you chose to ‘Yes’ and return to the Main Menu, you’re grateful to see that none of the settings have altered and after much hemming and hawwing, you decide to turn Tutorial Mode off. There’s a flash of green light and soon a tiny block of text informs you that the action has been selected for all future games you play and can be turned back on at any time.

Hints and tips can be found in the section marked ‘Other’.

Once that’s finished, you focus on adjusting your stats. Pressing Customize, then reset attribute points, which returns the randomly assigned stat points back to zero for each category; health, stamina, ki, etc. A drop down menu appears every time you selected a category, and you’re given a brief description with examples of how to improve your base form.

Max Health (42) Max Stamina (25) Max Ki (26) Basic Attacks (51) Strike Supers (30) Ki Blast Supers (49)

Pressing save and exiting out of the customization screen, a small sigh escaped you. To your knowledge, this particular build would make you a fairly average Saiyan.

...You hoped.

It wouldn’t do to compare yourself to or put yourself in the leagues of Goku and Vegeta as both were on a whole other level from jump. Besides, this was just your base form, so in theory, it’d be possible to go Super Saiyan and even further, right?

Shaking your head, as if you could physically shake away the uncertainty, you swiped right, and a full body screenshot appeared.

Gorgeous brown skin, lush curves, and full lips, this is you alright. Hand on your hip, head tilted to the side just so, dressed in the standard Saiyan battle armor that came equipped with the power level scouter, monkey brown tail wrapped tight around your waist, you radiate complete confidence and sass.

Thankfully, for your sanity’s sake, unlike most full blooded Saiyans, your hair isn’t completely trippy. It’s pulled into a ponytail to the back and bangs frame your face neatly.

After you skim over your default attacks, you set your fight style to balanced which meant you’d be able to do a fair amount of damage with either just your fists or with ki blasts or a combination of both. Instead of solely relying on energy attacks or being built like a tank and capable of dealing or taking lots of punishment but sluggish as a tradeoff for speed, this was a happy medium between the two options available to start with. Now more than a little antsy to actually get into the game and see what it’s all about, you decide to forgo reading the backstory and glancing at the friendship stats for the moment.

Since this is a game taking place in the DB universe, it’d undoubtedly revolve around fighting for at least ninety percent of the time anyway.

Exiting the Main Menu, almost immediately after, a set of options appeared in front of your face.

[“You’re okay, right?” a.) “Of course I’m not okay, you dolt! I gave you very specific instructions and you of course went off doing your own thing anyway, incapacitating me in the process. Urrrgh, how humiliating!” b.) “Wipe that concerned look off your face, it’s insulting. We’re Saiyans, this is nothing.” c.) “......” d.) “If that was an accident, then I want to see you actually trying.” ]

The urge to face palm is overwhelming.

Or maybe gently bang your head against a wall and give yourself a concussion to avoid the sheer tsundere-ish nature that seemed to be a common trait with each character you’ve played as so far.

‘Then again, all Saiyans are pretty much asshats except Gohan, Vegeta’s brother, Tarble, Goku’s mom, Gine, and Broly.’

Smooshing both hands to your face, just barely holding in the goofy laughter, you know you can’t put this off forever. Deciding to bite the bullet and power on through this trainwreck, you selected the final option.

Time unpaused and you find yourself repeating the sentence to Goku, watching as the man-child blinked, staring at you with an odd expression before nodding with a grin and striking his fist into an open palm twice. He hopped to his feet and held his hand out to you.

Bemused by the gentlemanly gesture, you grasped the outstretched hand, and he gripped yours tight, but instead of being helped to your feet like you expected, the world went topsy-turvy.

Glass shattered around you in a thousand tiny shards and belatedly, you realized that you’d been thrown out a window but you didn’t feel any pain. Body moving on autopilot almost, you did a backflip or two, avoiding Goku who swooped in low with a heel kick aimed at your face.

Even after you manage to get upright again, he doesn’t stop pressing the advantage, throwing a left and right hook which you block, and he followed up with a jab. That connected and hit you in the ribs. And then you were hit with an uppercut to the chin. You guarded pretty well against the next blow though you were pushed backwards.

‘I see, so gameplay is intuitive and instinctive. It’s not difficult to get the hang of but you can get trounced--’

Goku grabbed you by the front of your armor, choking you almost before catapulting you high in the air. “If you don’t take this serious...” And then gravity did it’s thing as you came plummeting downdowndown, him raining hits on you as the two of you fell. “You’ll lose!” The earth crumbled and splintered beneath your combined weight.

Dust kicked up and billowed everywhere.

Once it cleared, Goku blinked, surprised to see you gone. He looked to the left and to the right but you were nowhere to be found.

And then he looked up.

Spotted you gathering energy for a massive attack and made a move to counter you, deciding quickly on, “Kame...hame...hame...”

“Take this!” Thrusting both hands out, you fired the ki blast directly at him.

“HAAAAA!”

Goku’s signature attack, the Kamehameha, collided with yours. The overwhelming pressure from both attacks coming into contact with one another caused significant damage to the surrounding area.

The very air seemed to hum and crackle with energy.

For a few seconds, both attacks were deadlocked. Neither getting over the other. Then you felt yourself beginning to lose ground. Gritting your teeth, you poured more of your power into the attack but it isn’t enough. The Kamehameha overpowered yours and is on a collision course with you. Reaching out with both hands, you instinctively try to shove it back, and as you realized it’s futile, let out a shout of anger.

Everything went completely white for a second, maybe less, as the blast detonated.

Blinking, breathing heavily, Goku kept his hands stretched out. “I....won....” Huffing, he managed a weak smile but then it hit him too late. “! Shoot. [Your Name]--! Augh.” He was suckerpunched in the back of the head and collapsed onto his knees. “Oww!”

“I win.” You declared imperiously. Your armor is broken and falling apart, a smoky ruin. “Honestly, you’re the worst. What were you thinking hitting me with a Kamehameha during training? I could have died!”

“I was thinkin’ that ya could handle it, and I was right.” Poking his bottom lip. “Besides, I didn’t use my full power anyway...” he muttered underneath his breath.

“What was that?” You demanded, voice sharp and cutting. “Don’t mumble. Speak u--”

For the second time that day, you’re caught off guard.

Goku had managed to get to his feet surprisingly quick, which made you honestly wonder if he only let you sneak up on him, and he’s...kissing you.

He’s kissing you and he’s good at it, and you feel simultaneously confused and horny. Your hands, which had been limply hanging at your sides, goes to his chest, some part of your subconscious is screaming at you to push him away, push him away now!, but then he let out this sexy growl deep in his chest that turns your knees to water and makes your tail unwind, swaying gently in the air behind you. Goku doesn’t seem to mind that he’s practically holding you up now, hands sliding down to cup your backside and then he’s lifting you as if you’re light as a feather, and your legs wind around his waist to avoid falling and you can feel him, hard and throbbing with every step that he takes.

As soon as you’re back in the house, far too soon, he’s dropping you onto the comfy mattress that you’d woken up on, and for a tiny moment, clarity returns. Goku is supposed to be married to ChiChi, they have a kid together and, and he can kiss?! ...Your brain has deduced that the last fact is most important. You return to the present as his knee is wedged betwixt your legs, pushing them open wider as he crawled between them. And then you felt his tongue as he licked along the column of your throat. It’s a highly erotic move that further destroys your sanity and demolishes your potentially very logical reasoning for why this is a bad idea.

{Goku Affection increased by twelve. Goku wants you.} {Gained the ‘Unbreakable’ trophy} {Gained the ‘Saiyans are always hungry’ trophy}

/ Congratulations! You’ve made your first significant choice that delved into a hidden branch choice which can be forged into a deeper connection. Saying ‘No’ is always a valid and accepted choice. Refusal will not be used against you and your partner will always respect it. If you’d like to opt out of the mature scenes and have them fade to black, you can do so from the Main Menu.

Would you like to do that now? a.) Yes b.) No /

As of right now, you feel as if you’re going to absolutely die of embarrassment or sexual frustration or choke on your own confusion, one or all of those things and you’re not for sure which. Conflicted despite the horny part of you screaming, ‘Fuck morals!’, you instead select ‘Yes’ and return to the Main Menu. This time, you swipe right until you come to the backstory.

You’re completely floored and deeply horrified. You’re the last full blooded female Saiyajin, yet it might as well be an empty title. 

If Frieza wasn’t having Zarbon and Dodoria knock you around as a child and simultaneously threatening to have his soldiers take turns “handling” you, then you were belittled and ignored by Vegeta and mocked and jeered at by Nappa. Raditz was the only one who showed you an iota of respect which later became a secret friendship and even something vaguely resembling a sibling like bond. You went to Earth with Vegeta and Nappa, being the only one who had aspirations to actually try and avenge Raditz. 

No one counted on Goku’s instant and total visceral reaction to you, nor his deep desire to protect you, especially after seeing Nappa pummel you halfway to death. 

Putting it in simple terms, you’re Goku’s mate.

Vegeta didn’t like that. Not one bit and so he destroyed you on the spot. 

Skimming through the rest of the backstory, as it largely followed the canon that you did know. 

Only subtle things changed, like Goku and ChiChi deciding to get a divorce and agreeing to co-parent Gohan. Goku was a lot more ruthless and brutal in his fight against Nappa and later against Vegeta, the prince coming especially close to death’s door though he managed to escape only barely. 

Going to Namek with the plan to revive all their friends, and you. Fighting the Ginyu Force, being quietly furious with Vegeta after he ran away like a coward to avoid fighting Ginyu, the fight against Frieza and Vegeta revealing his little sob story, which finally let Goku somewhat forgive him, your revival on Namek, watching Goku become a Super Saiyan and avenge the Saiyan race, etc. etc. 

Disquieted by what you’d read, you checked out your friendship stats. Nappa was greyed out, signifying him being dead you guessed and didn’t care, Raditz is also greyed out. 

Vegeta is at level 0 and his bar is almost fully filled out. Krillin is at level 2, but under halfway filled. Tien is at level 2 and halfway filled. Chiaotzu is at level four and looks to be about to receive a level up. Yamcha is at level one and looks like it only recently got there. Piccolo, surprisingly, is at level five. ChiChi is at level 3, neatly on the halfway mark. Bulma is the same as ChiChi. 

Gohan is a level 8 and only needs a little bit more time before seeing a level up. 

Goku’s stat level is six. Underneath his small bio, it details how he sees you as important and to be protected. However, he’s conflicted by his own nature and reactions to you, but despite that, he still wants to get to know you better. 

Swiping right the final time, up popped the familiar screen. 

/Save and Continue or Save and Exit?/

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Dun, dun, duuun. And thus concludes another chapter. Things are getting more interesting and complex by the day. Are you enjoying yourself? Would you like to continue? Don’t be shy~ It’s not a bad thing to ask for what you want you know~?

[saeyoungchoismaid]

Greasy Head

Pairing: Leviathan x gn!reader Genre: fluff Warnings: none Word Count: 1.6k Summary: Levi goes a week without showering and is finally forced to when you return home ObeyMAX day: Wed. July 8, 2020 - Levi 

You should’ve known this would happen. You leave on a trip to go visit your family and friends in the human world, and this is what you come back to.

Levi really let himself go.

You walk into his room to find him exactly where you left him. Sitting at his desk playing the new game you got him last week before you left. You look around the room to see that there’s wrappers, cans, and bottles everywhere. One even has a yellow liquid that you’d rather not know if you’re right about what it is.

“Levi?” you call, slowly walking through the room and around all the trash littering it. “Baby?” you try again. This grabs his attention. He swivels around in his chair and smiles at you, bags clearly hanging under his eyes.

“You’re back! What are you doing back so early?” he greets, turning back to his computer to pause the game. He then gets up and meets you halfway, wrapping his arms around you. You smile at him until you realize what he was hiding under his arms, making your nose shrivel up as you lightly push him away.

“Oh my—Levi! I’m not back early. I’ve been gone for a week, just as planned. When was the last time you showered? Or even left your room?” you ask as you take a couple of steps back while fanning your face, almost tripping over cans. You quickly catch yourself and then grunt, shaking your head. “No, no. Clean your room. Right now,” you demand, walking towards the door.

“But, (Y/n)!” he starts to protest. You turn around when you reach his door and squint your eyes at him.

“Don’t ‘but’ me! Your room is disgusting. Clean it up,” you command as you open the door. He sighs and sends a pout your way.

“Where are you going? At least sit in the tub and tell me about your trip.” You shake your head as you leave your things by his door.

“No can do. You obviously haven’t had a proper meal since I left. I’m going to go make you something while you clean. Don’t leave this room or do anything else besides clean? Got it?” He lets out a groan but nods his head nonetheless. You hum and send a smile his way before leaving the room to go do just as you said.

You go to the kitchen and look through the cupboards, fridge, and freezer. You debate on what to make him as you do so, knowing it needs to be healthy so he can regain all the nutrients he lost. You gather some vegetables and decide to just make him a stew. You go through the process of cutting up the vegetables and adding them to the pot on the stove, adding potatoes since he really likes those. You then add meat, going with bat meat since all the brothers seem fond of it.

After about two hours of cooking, your healthy stew is ready to be served. You make two bowls and start to head back to Levi’s room, letting the other boys know that you made a late lunch/early dinner if any of them are interested. Beel, of course, was up in a flash and heading towards the kitchen.

You hum as you head upstairs, walking in through the open door to find the room mostly clean. You smile at this and set the bowls down, placing your hands onto your hips. “I gotta say, I’m impressed. Good job, baby,” you compliment with a smile. He beams brighter than the sun at your compliment, making your heart skip a beat at how cute he is.

He raises his arms to come hug you until you put your hands up to stop him. “Nope, no hugging until after you’ve bathed. Eat this first though,” you say as you hand him his bowl. He pouts at this but does as he’s told like a good boy. You both sit down as you eat, using this time to tell him about your trip. He smiles and laughs at your stories, happy to hear that you enjoyed yourself in the human world.

“I’m glad you’re back,” he admits, reaching over to grab your hand. You smile warmly at him as you take a hold of his hand, giving it a squeeze.

“So am I,” you agree, bringing his hand up to kiss the back of it. You two finish eating within no time, a happy hum leaving Levi as he finishes his bowl.

“This is the best thing I’ve ever eaten,” he informs, making you roll your eyes at how dramatic he is. You can’t help the blush and smile that comes to your face though.

“I’m glad you liked it. Now, let’s finish up with your room before hopping into the shower, yeah?” he nods his head excitedly at this, instantly hopping up to finish up with his room. You chuckle as you stand, grabbing your empty bowls to take them back to the kitchen. You clean them before going back to his room to find a spotless room.

“Good job. I have a surprise for you,” you say as you walk over to your bag. He goes on attention at this, looking like a puppy ready to receive a treat. You chuckle and pull out two bottles from your bag. “I was out shopping in the human world and came across these. The smells reminded me of you,” you say softly, walking over to him to show him the bottles.

In your hands, you hold shampoo and conditioner. Kind of ironic that you got him these when he really needs to wash his hair. “C’mon. I’ll wash your hair for you.” He perks up at this before quickly grabbing your hand after handing the bottles back to you to drag you to the bathroom. You laugh at his excitement, letting him lead the way.

As soon as you two reach the bathroom, he turns the water on and instantly starts stripping. You giggle as you watch him, taking your time removing your clothes. As soon as you’re naked, he steps into the shower before offering you his hand to help you in. Once you’re in, he backs you both up to stand under the running water.

“I really missed you,” he says softly, watching you set the shampoo and conditioner down on the shower’s shelf. You smile at this, running your hands up his chest to his hair, gently tipping his head back to get his hair wet.

“I missed you more,” you argue, running your hands through his wet hair before bringing his head back up. He grunts and shakes his head, watching you grab the shampoo.

“That’s not true,” he whines, watching you pour shampoo into your palm. You set the shampoo bottle down before bringing your hand up to his hair, starting to scrub the soap in.

“Yes, it is,” you declare with a grin. He simply pouts back at you, his eyes fluttering when you use both hands to rub the shampoo into his scalp.

“I missed your touch,” he continues, letting his eyes close. You hum at his words, running your hands through his hair a little longer than necessary before tipping his head back to rinse the shampoo out.

“What else have you missed?” you ask softly when you bring his head back up, grabbing the bar of soap and handing it to him. You switch positions with him to completely drench your hair. “You can shampoo my hair once you clean those armpits. Full offense, you stink.” He huffs at this but knows you’re right. He wets his hands with the soap and rubs his hands together before setting the soap down to clean those rank pits of his.

You hum a song as you wet your hair, letting your eyes slip closed as you relax into the water. Devildom water is always warm compared to human world water that eventually turns cold. “All done,” he states, making you bring your head up to look at him. You move out of the way so he can rinse himself, chuckling when he does so quickly. He then spins around to face you, snatching the shampoo up to return the favor.

You both continue to chat as you clean each other of the day, or for Levi’s case, week. The whole experience is incredibly relaxing and you both find yourselves barely not touching the other throughout the entire shower. Once you’re both done, Levi helps you out before grabbing a towel to dry you off for you. After each part of you he dries, he kisses that spot. You giggle with each kiss, your heart fluttering inside of your chest.

When you two are dry and in fresh clothes, you two get into his bath bed to watch a movie on his big tv. You’re, of course, wearing his clothes because what kind of significant other would you be if you didn’t? He fanboys every time you wear his clothes and this time is no exception.

You eventually find your hands in his hair, your mind not registering at first just how soft it is.

"Your hair is really soft after washing it with that new shampoo and conditioner. You should use it often, baby,” you say softly to him, brushing his hair off his forehead to lay a kiss there. His face goes pink at your affection, a small chuckle leaving him.

“Anything for you, my honey bunches of oats,” he coos. You grunt and roll your eyes, ruffling his hair in response. He doesn’t even know what that is besides it being a human world cereal. You called him that once as a joke and now he won’t stop calling you that.

“I love you,” you whisper, starting to lean forward for a kiss.

“I love you more,” he replies, not giving you time to argue before connecting your lips for a sweet kiss.

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The Tutor - Chapter Two

Pairing: AU Bucky X Levi

Rating: M (my usual, lovelies)

Warnings: language, drama, angst, mentions of abuse

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Levi the jock needs help in high school and her twin brother, Steve, volunteers his newest friend, Bucky. Seemingly just to piss her off, Bucky accepts but soon realizes there’s more to the Levi than she lets the average spectator see.

There’s some definite movement in this chapter, my lovelies.... Enjoy!

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“Are you going to Clint’s Halloween party?” Levi asked, looking up from her notebook. Her grades had improved steadily in the last few weeks and she truly didn’t even need a tutor anymore, but neither she nor Bucky had brought this up. Their tutoring appointments had morphed into mutual study sessions that were an unspoken commitment; every day that Levi didn’t have some type of practice she and Bucky would wait for each other outside of school after last class and walk over to his house.

Levi had even adopted his bean bag chair as hers and was currently sprawled in it, her long legs pretzeled and resting on the edge of his desk, auburn hair coiled into a messy topknot. Bucky was lounging in his desk chair, his feet resting on the desk against Levi’s and was twirling a pencil idly in his hand as he considered her question.

“I doubt it, why? Are you?”

“I don’t know… it’ll probably be the same shit as every other time. I mean, Olivia Newman will get drunk and puke on her entourage, Kendall Simmons will get in a screaming match with her boyfriend, Ethan Michaels and then they’ll end up fucking in the bathroom-”

“Fun.” Bucky commented dryly.

“Trenton Steele and his stoner buddies will accidentally set fire to something. Someone will dare Clint to jump naked into his pool again and he’ll treat us to a helicopter show first-”

“Jesus, is that what happens at these parties?”

“You’ve never gone to one?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Well, although it sounds like fun… I have better things to do.”

“Like what?” Levi teased, mischief dancing in her eyes.

“Like tutoring losers.”

“Ouch, touché.” Levi winced dramatically, then sobered. “Do you really think that? I’m a loser?” There was a new depth in her voice, as if Bucky’s answer really mattered to her.

Bucky looked up in surprise, frowning slightly. “No. Lev, that’s not what I meant. I don’t think you’re a loser,” he paused, weighing his next words. “But I do like hanging with you more than going to parties.”

“How would you know? You’ve never been to one. You might be right up there with Clint.”

Bucky shook his head, the corner of his mouth quirking up. “What did you get for question four?” He asked, effectively changing the subject.

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By eight pm Halloween night, Bucky had taken his two little sisters around trick-or-treating then fed them supper and put them to bed while his mom answered the door to ghosts and superheroes non-stop and was now up in his room, the door shut and a slasher movie queued up to watch. He wondered how the party was going and whether Levi had gone with anyone, then told himself to shut up.

It didn’t matter what Levi did.

They studied together and that was it, she didn’t think about him any more than he thought about her and, come the end of the year, she’d jet off on the scholarship he’d helped her get and that would be all. Bucky would end up in community college because, although they were financially secure again after his mom had landed the well-paying job that had brought them to this town, for too long after his dad had died, they’d struggled, financially and otherwise. There had been too many nights it had been Bucky caring for his sisters while his mother mourned silently in her dark bedroom and, while a scholarship was definitely possible, Bucky couldn’t stand the thought of leaving them. The hero worship gaze from eight year old Maddy and six year old Sarah as he stepped into daddy shoes for them, reading them stories and scaring away bedtime monsters while their mom struggled to gain back both financial stability and confidence in herself to survive without her husband were something he couldn’t and didn’t want to walk away from. He would live at home and continue to help while he went to school, even if there were more and better opportunities out there for him.

Thinking about his dad made his left arm ache and Bucky rolled his shoulder with a grimace, considering going downstairs to warm up the hot pack he would then wrap around it to try and stave off having to take a painkiller but a knock at his door interrupted his thoughts.

“Trick or treat?” Came a playful call and Bucky felt a rush of surprised delight, striding to the door and yanking it open.

“Lev? I thought you were going to Clint’s party.” He grinned, stepping back so Levi could enter.

Levi sauntered past, swinging a loaded treat bag. She was dressed in a tight green tank top and camo cargo pants with heavy army boots and, as she turned around, Bucky saw ‘Major Babe’ printed on the shirt. The shirt was cut high on her hips, exposing bare skin above her web belt and the thin straps of some strange black harness looped over the swell of her breasts. A set of WW1 era pilot goggles perched on her head and two black grease lines darkened her cheekbones, as if she was about to go duck into the bushes for reconnaissance and she grinned widely at him.

“I hit up the neighborhood instead,” she laughed. “You wouldn’t believe the difference in handouts when the dads answered the door instead of the moms.”

“I can imagine.” Bucky replied, swallowing hard. Levi had never worn something so tight or revealing before in front of him and Bucky felt an unwelcome heat rise in his chest. Sure, he’d noticed that Levi was a female and attractive, but it had never really hit him until now just how much so.

Mischief sparked her amethyst eyes into windows to galaxies and her grin was infectious. She shook the bag. “You have a bowl or something?”

Bucky ran downstairs for a big mixing bowl and when he returned, Levi poured the bag into it, humming happily to herself as she stirred her fingers through, searching for her favorites. The sight of all that bare skin was way too distracting for Bucky right now and the reason why it was so distracting was something he didn’t want to think about right now either, so he strode to his dresser and pulled out one of his long-sleeved Henley’s.

“You cold?” He asked, hoping the universe would have mercy on him.

“Mm, yeah. Just give me a second.” Levi disappeared and Bucky heard the bathroom door close on the second level. While she was gone, he turned in a distracted circle, searching for something to do, something to divert his suddenly itchy hands.

I wonder if her skin is as soft as it looks. His inner voice, turned traitor, mused quietly and Bucky firmly told it to fuck off.

Levi reappeared, the black greasepaint scrubbed off her face and pulled on the red shirt then took the bowl, collapsing onto Bucky’s bed, leaning against his headboard with a groan of contentment.

Forcing himself to act normally, for Christ’s sake he’d sat beside her innumerable times before without spazzing, Bucky sat beside her and grabbed the remote, turning on the movie and accepting the bowl of candy Levi passed to him.

His right hand gripping a sweating glass bottle of pop, Bucky let himself get lost in the movie and the candy bowl ended up pushed down between their knees. For lack of any other place to put it, he rested his left hand on his thigh but it only made him more aware of where Levi’s right hand was and, about halfway through the movie, he gave up fighting the new voice in his head. Tentatively, he reached over, still watching the movie and brushed Levi’s hand. She jolted slightly, glancing at him, but didn’t pull away and Bucky eased his hand into hers, their fingers interlinking, palms touching. They glanced at each other almost shyly, but neither spoke and they looked back at the movie, both hoping the other couldn’t hear the increase in their heartrates.

Nearing the end of the first movie, Bucky felt Levi rest her head against his shoulder and little frissons of delight shivered up and down his spine. She didn’t move when the first movie ended, and Bucky bent to look into her face. She was half asleep and smiled dreamily at him.

“Let’s watch another one.” She whispered.

“Okay,” he whispered back.

Within a few minutes, Levi had fallen asleep, her breathing steady, her body completely relaxed against his. Bucky kept watching the movie, feeling a strange mix of enjoyment and relaxation; a shy hope that movie nights became another part of their friendship.

Feeling ready to nod off himself, Bucky glanced at his cell phone and saw it was closing in on 11:30. He texted Steve and asked if the twins had a curfew.

Yeah, midnight. Why? Steve answered almost immediately.

Levi and I were watching a movie and she fell asleep.

That’s where she is, I was texting her but no answer. 😊 Want me to swing by and pick her up?

Yeah, okay.

Okay, give me ten minutes and watch out, she doesn’t like being woken up.

Laughing emojis made Bucky wonder if Steve was serious or not, but either way, he needed to wake the supposed beast, so he stopped the movie and leaned over slightly.

Unwillingly he noticed how nice her hair smelled, like apples and some type of light flower and Bucky gritted his teeth, telling himself firmly to piss off.

“Lev.” He murmured quietly. He reached over with his right hand, the one not still clasped in hers and pushed at her thigh, just enough to jostle her slightly. “Levi, wake up.” He pushed again, a little harder and squeezed her hand at the same time, his lips brushing her temple.

Levi inhaled sharply, her eyelids fluttered and gave a sweet little moan. Before Bucky could pull back, she tipped her head up, eyes still closed and pressed her lips to his. Electricity shot though him at the union and he went rigid in shock for a moment, before surrendering into it and kissing her back. The connection was sweet and tender but all too short as her head tipped again and Bucky pulled back reluctantly, eyelids fluttering and a blissful smile on his lips. He opened his eyes, parted his lips to speak, to tell Levi how hot and sweet she was, to confess that maybe he was already falling for her a little bit and how he wouldn’t mind at all doing that again but froze as Levi remained silent and ice shot down his spine as he realized she was still asleep. Pulling away in mingled embarrassment and shame, Bucky dropped her hand like it was on fire, his heart slamming in his chest.

Shit. SHIT. Now what?

“Levi.” He said louder, his heart thundering in his ears. “Wake up.”

Levi jolted slightly, lifting her head and opening her eyes. Bucky felt a flash of terror as her eyes locked on his – what the hell was she going to say, what was he going to say? - but she only yawned and stretched.

“Mm, what time is it?” She asked, running a hand through her hair.

She didn’t remember kissing him. That was somehow worse.

“Uh, 11:30.” Bucky stumbled for words, a strange sense of disappointment flooding him. But why? Hadn’t he just dodged a bullet? This would just complicate things, it was better all around that Levi didn’t remember kissing him and Bucky didn’t mention it again.

Then why did that make him feel so empty?

Levi yawned again then reached over and punched him gently in the arm. “What? Why are you looking at me funny? Was I snoring?”

Bucky shook his head, scrambling off the bed and cursing himself internally for his complete lack of chill. He valued Levi’s friendship way too much to fuck it up by catching feelings or getting all touchy-feely but still, for those few seconds when their lips had been touching, their breath mingling, Bucky had felt… complete.

“It’s almost midnight-”

“Shit!”

“No, it’s okay. Steve’s on his way to pick you up.”

Levi sagged with relief and Bucky cleared his throat uncomfortably. The subject hadn’t really come up lately, but Levi hadn’t taken any more ‘sick’ days or shown up to school with suspicious bruises either.

“How has that been, with your stepdad?”

Levi sank back on the bed, crossing one leg under the other and lounged back against his pillow. Bucky clenched his fists, fighting the urge to sit down beside her, to cradle her face and brush his thumb along her cheek, pull her close for another tender kiss, to breath in her scent and maybe whisper his newly discovered feelings, heart pounding as he hoped desperately that she perhaps felt the same.

“Good, actually. I mean, my grades have gotten way better and, I don’t know, I’m calmer at home now. I don’t push his buttons and he doesn’t push mine. We still argue but it never gets out of hand like before.” She pulled distractedly at the bottom of his shirt, which Bucky privately thought looked way better on her than it ever did on him. “I’m not kidding myself that it will actually last though. I’m still getting out of there, going for the scholarship. Let Mom be happy with him, I’ll visit on major holidays.”

An unexpected pang in his chest at her words, Bucky swallowed, searching for something to say. Stay, he wanted to beg. Stay here, with me. But he couldn’t ask that of her, he didn’t mind his cage, but Levi was too beautiful a bird to be held.

Her phone buzzed and she glanced at it. “Steve’s here.” She rose gracefully then pulled at the bottom of the shirt to remove it.

“No, keep it.” Bucky blurted.

Levi smiled, and was that a touch of sadness there? “Better not show up at home wearing some guy’s clothes. Steve always has an extra hoodie laying around.” She removed his shirt and laid it on the bed.

Some guy?

Levi darted forwards and, before Bucky could process what she was doing, pecked his cheek gently. “Thanks, Bucky. I had fun tonight.”

Bucky cleared his throat before managing, almost gruffly. “We should have movie nights more often.”

Her smile lit up his room, or maybe he was just finally noticing how it always had. “That’d be fun, yeah.” She winked at him before turning to leave.

“Don’t eat all my candy.” She teased and then she was gone.

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Bucky’s new awareness of Levi continued as did his keeping it a secret.

Movie nights were added to their friendship but, by some unspoken agreement, they’d not held hands again and, while Levi had fallen asleep a time or two, she’d never sleepily answered his gentle nudges to wake with a sweet, dreamy kiss either.

Today, the two of them were going Christmas shopping after classes ended. Levi had been introduced to Bucky’s little sisters one day after school a while ago when Bucky had tried juggling watching them and studying with Levi, and they’d all just ended up chilling on the couch watching Frozen. The girls absolutely idolized Levi, gazing at her like she was some kind of Disney princess and she was going to help Bucky pick out the perfect presents for them.

Steve was waiting outside when they emerged, lounging against the brick wall of the school and called out when he saw them emerge.

“Hey.” He yelled, moving to step towards them, but his phone ringing caught his attention suddenly. Frowning, he put it to his ear. “Mom?” His expression went from confused to alarmed. “Mom, slow down!” His eyes flicked up to Levi’s before he started speaking again. “No, slow down… what happened?” Levi reached his side and he grabbed her upper arm to hold her still as he continued to shout. “Brock? What… Mom, calm down, we’ll be right there.”

“Steve, what the hell?” Levi screeched. Bucky stood rigid at her side, staring at Steve with wide eyes, compelled to comfort Levi somehow, to hold her, but frozen in place.

Steve stared at the phone in shock for a beat before looking up at Levi with disbelieving eyes.

“Brock is dead.”

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Finding You (Part Two of ??)

Hello again! I'm back with the second installment of my new series, Finding You, which was previously Untitled.  If you want to be tagged when I update this series, just comment below :)

 Part One Link

In this part, we finally get to Satan and what he's been doing during all this. It's not really a happy chapter. You have been warned.

I think it's important to note that I am American. In this part, there is a funeral. Since I don't know much about other cultures or religions way of holding funerals, I just wrote what I know (and that's very little actually. I've only been to two full funerals. I’d be happy to answer any questions you might have). Feel free to change the story up in your head to match your own funerary customs.

As always, likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated and help me endure the torture that is typing up this story from my notebook 😒 I also tried to make sure the editing on here was good. Any DM's for typos or things that didn't make sense are appreciated so I can fix them (please be kind though 🙂 ). I did write some of the funeral disjointed on purpose, trying to recreate how I was feeling when I attended the funerals I did.

Tags (for you lovely people <3 ): @obey-me-trashshshshsh, @naimena

F! MC/ Satan

Word count: 3,195

Warnings/triggers: ANGST!, description of funeral, loosing someone dear to you, some violence at the end though nothing too graphic (he is the avatar of wrath after all)

Satan had felt when Mc died. His pact mark had begun to glow and heat up. A terrible rending feeling in his chest, then… Nothing. He couldn’t move, fear completely paralyzing him. No, it couldn’t be…

Then he heard Mammon scream. Then Asmo. Then Levi. Soon, the whole House of Lamentation was filled with wailing. Satan scrambled for his D.D.D, hurriedly dialing Mc. No, no, no, no, no. He had just talked to her. She’d been fine.

“Hi! This is Mc. I can’t get to the phone-”

“No… No, no, no, NO!” Satan screamed, throwing his phone at the wall. Satan sunk to his knees in a sobbing heap.

The brothers never got an answer to what exactly had happened to Mc. Diavolo had confirmed she had passed, but he couldn’t get any details since she hadn’t been sent to the Devildom. He had managed to find out when and where the funeral would be, if they wanted to go. They would only be able to attend the graveside service though, since the viewing was being held in a church. 

Each brother attended the graveside service. Satan stood stoically as the casket was brought out of the hearse. He was wondering if he would be able to get Asmo to charm everyone in attendance so he’d be able to see her face one last time, when he felt his brothers all shifting around uncomfortably. He realized the religious figure he’d tuned out was quoting scripture at the congregation, promises that Mc was now in the hands of God. He decided to tune him out again. Then the casket was being lowered. He had to be physically restrained from going out and pulling her out as the first fistfuls of dirt were being thrown on the casket. How could they do that to her? A voice murmured a reminder that she was gone, and they were just saying goodbye. Well, he needed to say goodbye too. Maybe that wasn’t such a good idea.

Next thing Satan knew, he was at the corner of the grave, a flower he’d had a death grip on since they had started out from the Devildom in his hand. Her favorite. A shiny wood box met his eyes from 6 feet below. Was she really there? He couldn’t feel her presence from his pact mark. Where was she? When was he going to wake up?

The other demon lords watched their brother loose the fight with his emotions. He sobbed, falling on his haunches. Six hands found a part of Satan to touch, tears in their eyes as well.

“It’s time ta let ‘er go,” Mammon’s stuffy voice came from next to him. Satan looked over to find Mammon had removed his sunglasses. His eyes and face were wet.

“I… I don’t think I can,” Satan stated, tears falling freely.

“I know. I know,” Mammon said, pulling his brother in for a hug. Each of the rest of the brothers joined in the hug, pulling the fourth and second born up with them. After a bit, they all let go, moving forward to give Mc their own token and say their last words. When Belphie had finished, Lucifer put his hand on Satan’s shoulder.

“Mc’s waiting for her flower,” Lucifer said, gesturing towards the grave. Satan nodded, and walked forward. He fiddled with the stem for a second, trying to find the words to say, “Mc… Huh, I don’t actually know what to say… I guess, I… I thought I’d find some way to be with you forever. I never thought… I’ve never felt anything like you before Mc, and I don’t think I ever will again… Please… Please, if it’s possible, come back to me. Please,” he uttered as he dropped the flower onto the casket, and walked back to his brothers. He knew everyone was looking at him, confused and curious through their sorrow. They all stayed until the end of the funeral, when Satan turned to Lucifer, “I think it might be time to go.”

“If you’re sure, that would probably be the smartest course of action,” Lucifer nodded, the humans looking questioningly at the demons. The religious man from earlier was actually making his way towards them.

“I’ll visit her later when there aren’t so many people around,” Satan stated as he started walking. The brothers exchanged looks before following him.

The next couple months were quiet at the House of Lamentation. The brothers did the bare minimum required to keep the household going. They were all absent from RAD and Lucifer even took some time off from the endless amount of paperwork he usually did, to grieve. Mc may have been dating Satan, but the rest of the brothers loved her too, and missed her greatly. The only time the brother’s saw Satan was when he was raiding the fridge, finally giving into his stomach pleading for food. He still managed to look somewhat put together, though his eyes were dead and haunted. He had retreated so far into his mind if one of them managed to get him to acknowledge their presence they counted it as a win. He was a shell of himself, and everyone was worried.

Time marches on though, and life slowly returned to normal. One day, Lucifer had gone to RAD and come home with some random paperwork that needed to be done. Another, Asmo was going out to update his wardrobe because his was terribly behind the trends. Each brother found their own way of coping. Beel eventually asked if they could all have family dinner again. They all actually made an appearance, though Satan left once he was done eating.

Though he wasn’t doing well, Satan had been visiting Mc’s grave at least once a week if not more. Lucifer had granted him access to the portal indefinitely, a gesture of kindness that did not go unnoticed. At first he just cried quietly at her grave, not able to produce a coherent sentence. It slowly evolved into him reading her her favorite books or some snatch of poetry that reminded him of her. Eventually he was able to talk freely as he once had. Sometimes it was a mixture of the three. His brothers never saw him cry though. Since Mc had been the only one that seemed to truly understand his feelings, she was the only one allowed to see him cry. Through this self therapy, Satan started to heal. He started sitting in the common room with his brothers in the evening, or snorting at some joke that had been thrown around the table at dinner.

As the years passed, Satan would still visit Mc’s grave, though the frequency dropped. He slowly learned to deal with his sorrow, just like he had with love when he’d first fallen for Mc. It was much harder, his wrath often informing his depression. She became his support again, even if she wasn’t able to respond to help him through his feelings. He always visited on her birthday, bringing her a bouquet of flowers and some small piece of literature, art or playing her some music.

One year, while reading her some Shakespeare, someone came up behind him, “She appreciates it. I know she does.”

Satan stopped reading instantly, whipping around to see a woman who looked quite a lot like Mc, “Excuse me?”

“Coming to see her every year. You have great taste in art by the way,” the woman said, sitting down besides Satan, looking fondly but sadly at the headstone.

“Um, thank you. May I ask who you are?”

“Only if I can ask you the same thing,” the woman responded, smiling at him wryly. The look was so similar to one Mc would give him, he found himself instantly trusting this woman, “I’m S… Stan,” he answered, giving the nickname Mc come up with, when he had asked if he’d ever be able to meet her family. She’d laughed when she'd thought of it, saying she could never introduce him as Satan.

“Stan? I was wondering. She met you when she took that trip out of the country right?”

“Yeah… Did she tell you about me?”

“Oh, you want me to remember that far back? Hmm… I seem to remember her talking about how smart you are, “She chuckled, her eyes far away, “I remember one time, I went in to talk to her and she was furiously reading some book. When I asked what she was reading she told me she couldn’t talk to me right then, needing to catch up to where you were in the story. It was a silly little moment, but she looked so determined… I do know she was in love with you. Though she only really told me about you shortly before she died, I remember the look in her eyes when she talked about you. Telling me about how drawn she was the moment she laid eyes on you. You know what a romantic she was. As her Mother, you can guess how excited I was to meet you, especially after watching her get her heart broken before... You’re exactly her type, you know. Tall, blonde, smart. She was even thinking of introducing you to us. Then it happened.”

Satan didn’t realize the tears were flowing until she looked over and wiped a tear away. She continued, “I was disappointed when I didn’t see anyone that matched your description during the viewing. I don't know what kept you, but I am glad you made it for the casket lowering. I was surprised to see your brothers though, if that's who they were. You all look so different… Anyways, I’m sure she would've loved the intrigue you brought to her service. A handsome stranger, distraught at the thought of life without her. She always did love big, dramatic displays of affection.”

“You remember me from the funeral?”

“Who could forget? It became a topic of conversation in our family once we could all talk about her without crying. Who was that blonde guy? Why wasn’t he at the viewing? Who were the other men he was with? Did she secretly get married while she was out of the country? So many theories, each one more ludicrous then the last. It seems her best friend and I were the only ones to connect the dots as to your identity.”

“Ah. I’m a little embarrassed now,” Satan admitted sheepishly.

“Don’t be. I was extremely bitter after the funeral for a long time. How could my beautiful daughter be taken away from me? Parents were never meant to outlive their kids. I’ve never understood the reason people take photographs at funerals. Most of the time, there’s so much makeup caked onto the body they’re almost unrecognizable. There’s a photo of you from the funeral I actually saved though. You’re looking at the casket with such a look of longing and loss, just waiting for her to come back to you. That photo actually brought me a lot of peace after she was gone. Your look perfectly encapsulated how I felt at the time. It also helped me to know she was able to know that much love before she left. I never want you to feel embarrassed for showing that kind of love to my daughter.”

" She is and always will be the only one for me.”

Mc’s mother laughed, “Oh, you’re still young and quite handsome. You’ll find someone else. In fact, you don’t look like you’ve aged a day from the first time I saw you. You must’ve made some kind of deal with the devil,” she joked.

“Ah. Very funny. Yes. A deal with the devil. Haha.”

Mc's mother looked at him, slightly concerned, "Well, it seems I've made things awkward. I’ll leave you two alone now.”

“Oh, that’s okay. You don’t have to leave on my behalf,” Satan protested.

“It’s alright. I live close by, and I come and visit fairly often. Maybe I’ll see you around sometime. Good night, Stan”

“Good night, and… thank you.”

Mc’s mother smiled at him and walked away.

“Well, Mc, I guess I have your mother’s approval now,” Satan joked, turning back to his Shakespeare.

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“Remind me why we’re here again,” Satan said, only slightly interested in the antics Mammon was trying to drag him into.

“Tryin’ to get some sucker… er, customer ta part with their Grimm, obviously,” Mammon explained, leaning back in his chair and turning to face Satan and Belphie.

“What does that have to do with us?” Belphie mumbled, eyes more closed than open.

“Well, everythin’! You two are super smart, so I need ya ta…” As Mammon continued talking, Satan wondered, not for the first time, if Mammon actually ever intended to make money with his schemes, or if he had simply found a way to work through his sin without causing too many problems. He had to understand how likely his plans were to fail… Right?

A bump on his shoulder announced Belphie had fallen asleep. Since Mc had helped him work through some of the trauma he had held onto since Lilith’s death, Belphie had gotten comfortable with his brothers again, growing especially close with Satan, their mutual dislike of Lucifer giving them something to bond over. When Mc had died, Satan had found Belphie to be the most supportive of his brothers. Though they'll lost had lost Lilith, Satan had found Belphie the most sympathetic to what he was going through.

“Oi! Listen when I’m talkin’ ta ya! Ya both younger than me, so you shouldn't really show me more respect.”

Belphie lifted his head, and rolled his eyes, “Mammon, do you really want me to do you a favor? How about this? Maybe, don’t explain how you’re going to con people in front of those you want to con.”

Mammon looked around worriedly, finally noticing the glares he was getting, before rounding on Belphie, “I was just explainin’ the plan ta ya and Satan cuz ya both asked again! If ya didn’ wan’ an explanation, ya shouldn’ have asked!”

Belphie was about to retort, when he got a self satisfying smirk, “Oh, dearest big brother, looks like you’ve got your first customer.”

Mammon went pale, turning around slowly to find a demon about as tall as Lucifer staring Mammon down, obviously angry.

Very interested in how Mammon was going to worm his way out of this one, Satan turned to say something to Belphie when he caught sight of a familiar hat. 

“Belphie, correct me if I'm wrong, but isn’t that Luke?”

“Hmm? You mean the chihuahua?... Oh, I think it is. Why do you suppose he’s here? I never heard we were getting any visitor."

"It's a little terrifying just how much you know. You're like Asmo that way."

"It's not my fault everyone just assumes I'm sleeping while they're talking."

"Belphie, you know enough, I think you store information while you're asleep."

"Huh… I'd never thought of that before… Who’s that other angel with him?”

“I don’t know… She kinda looks familiar though, don’t you think?”

Belphie looked over at him, arching an eyebrow, “Do you know any angels younger than Luke?”

“Well, no, but… She just looks so familiar.”

“I guess… Hey, you’re missing Mammon squirm.”

“You watch and enjoy. I’m going to go talk to them,” Satan said, clearly distracted, as he got up out of his seat.

“Where do you think you’re going?” a large body planted itself in front of Satan. The demon was tall, but so was Satan. He was able to look him right in the eyes.

“What’s it to you?”

“You’re with the guy that was going to scam us right?”

“You were actually going to fall for his scheme? Really? Well, the first step to getting the help you need is admitting you have a problem. Now, move. I’ve got places to be.”

“Not so fast Princess. You’re not getting away that easy,” the demon put out his hand and grabbed Satan’s shirt.

Satan looked down at the offending hand, and then at the demon, his horns already starting to sprout, “I’d suggest you unhand me if you want to keep your kneecaps.”

The demon laughed, a cocky smile on his face, “Ya think just cuz you’re an elite ya can take me? What makes you so special huh? Ya just think ya so great, just because ya pretty. Am I right?”

The rest of Satan’s demon form appeared, his eyes glowing, a menacing aura surrounding him, “No. I know I can take you because I’m the Avatar of Wrath. Maybe, if you weren’t such a dunce you’d have noticed that,” and with that Satan grabbed his hand in a bone crushing grip. The demon started yowling, trying to twist out of his grasp. It only made Satan increase the pressure. He leaned in right next to the demon’s ear, “Next time you pick a fight, understand who you’re dealing with first.”

He swept the demon’s legs out from under him, and put him in a wrist lock submission hold. The demon was now yelling for mercy, desperately trying to break Satan’s hold. Satan looked around to see if he could still see Luke, but realized quickly that wasn’t going to be possible. Both of his brother’s were currently dismantling whatever demon had decided to pick a fight with them. The rest of the area had erupted into chaos, most demon’s running away. No one wanted to be around when one of the Avatar’s were fighting, much less three! A couple idiots were trying to get in on their fight though.

Sighing, Satan leaned down again, “Well, well, well. Looks like you’re losing your kneecaps today.”

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Satan muttered to himself, picking up bits of trash that had been left by the fleeing demons. Because of his involvement in the fight, he had to clean up the entire park. Trying to explain to Lucifer he'd been trying to walk away apparently didn't help when you'd put five demons in the hospital before he'd shown up to stop you.

“Well, Lucifer, if you could’ve just kept your cool, you’d still be prancing around with Simeon and Michael up in the Celestial Realm, making friendship bracelets, painting each other little rocks and braiding each other’s hair as you giggle about how… Huh?” Satan crouched down, noticing a small foot peeking out from a pile of leaves. Moving around to the other side of the pile, he saw it was the small angel that had been with Luke.

Up close, the feeling he'd met her before was even stronger. She looked so familiar, but he knew he’d never seen her before. The youngest angel he’d ever met was Luke. Maybe she was from the foggy memories of Lucifer’s he still had? That was forever ago though. She should've grown up quite a bit by now...

His musings were interrupted as the small angel moving. She winced as she sat up, holding her head, “Wha… What happened? Luke? Where are you?, then noticing Satan, “Oh, hello there. I’m sorry, but could you help me find my big brother?”

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Part Three Link

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61. Marliza from the 150 drabble list please.

61 - They didn’t just find out. They already knew!

A/N: Thank you for your request! (I honestly didn’t mind doing both but there were a couple that did not match up) you have been so patient so thank you @djajfresh 💛⭐️💛⭐️💛⭐️💛 I hope you guys like it (please comment and tell me so!). I’m excited to write Marliza again (second time?).

Warning: mentions of abuse. Please proceed with caution. If this triggers you, read at your own risk.

Eliza giggles as Maria kisses her cheeks. They’re in the middle of bed, reading a book about a pirate queen and a siren*. It’s magical and Eliza couldn’t be happier. Maria knuzzles her nose against her cheek. It’s complete bliss.

Well...for the most part.

Maria’s phone starts to buzz and she deftly grabs it from her side of the bed. She looks at the screen and sighs. She breaks Eliza’s heart as she flips open the phone. “Bonjour, comment ça va?” Maria untangles from Eliza and sits on the edge of the bed. Away so James won’t suspect. Eliza thinks bitterly. It’s only a moment but Eliza can hear his voice, screaming and slurring into the phone. Maria plugs her other ear as she strains to listen. “James, s’il vous plaît...” Maria speaks softly, as if trying to calm a child. Her soft brown eyes are brimming with tears while biting her lower lip. Hearing a defining roar, Eliza sees Maria sag deeper into the bed in defeat. She’s trying not to say anything because this is Maria’s business and not Eliza’s. However... If Maria asked her for her help, Eliza would do everything she could to help. Maria has told her the length of mental drain her ex boyfriend has had on her. It took getting tagged in a blog post for being involved in an affair with Eliza’s ex that gave Maria the courage to fight back—to a point. I was never suppose to fall for you. Eliza’s thoughts race past her as she watches Maria speak in a low hush tone while speaking French. We weren’t suppose to be in love, the world wanted us as enemies. Her realization hits her. Yet, here they are. Months later, intertwined and together. But as much as Eliza wants the world to know, Maria is still fighting her ex. They can’t tell the world until Maria gets protection. At least, until after Maria’s court date. But until then, Maria’s ex has no problem calling and intimidating her. He would have no problem killing her, if he had his way. Eliza thinks as Maria begins to cry. He gets off on scaring her. Eliza watches, feeling helpless to see Maria cry again and again. The dam is breaking and Maria’s tears are sliding down her cheeks. She starts to speak but suddenly his voice is cut and the familiar dial of a deadline. Snapping her phone close, Maria wipes away her tears with her red sweater. She’s shaking and trying to keep in her sobs. Eliza watches as Maria tries to be strong. “Eliza.” Her voice is cracking, her nose is stuffed and her tears are falling. She turns her head to rest her forehead on Eliza’s. “I...I can’t. I don’t think a restraining order will be enough, I—“ Maria starts to panic, her body is shaking. Eliza kisses her cheek, wet from her tears. I will never ever treat you like this, you deserve to be happy, to be loved. She thinks to herself, as she softly kisses a scar on her temple. It’s a long moment before Eliza breaks the silence. “I...can help, Maria. Let me help, Maria. I have the resources so please—“ Eliza can hear herself begging. She didn’t mean to do that but she can’t sit back and watch—Maria kisses her lips, soft and brief. Maria takes a deep breath and Eliza can feel it release physically and mentally. “I...want you to know that I’m thinking about it. I’m not a charity case but I... do need help. And if I don’t get help... he will pull me back in. That is—it’s the last thing I want.” She says with reservation and conviction. Looking into her eyes, Maria traps her with her gaze. Clearing her throat, she confidently tells Eliza with a grin; “I want you to know that you are mine and I am yours. Men say only fools fall fast but they’re wrong. They haven’t met us.” Eliza can feel her smile grow and she can’t help but press her nose against Maria’s. Nodding, she kisses the corner of Maria’s mouth. Maria giggles, grabbing Eliza’s face to pull her into a kiss. It’s bittersweet but full of hope. Several minutes past when they break for air. Maria breaks the silence of taking in oxygen. “I hope one day, we can live normal.” She whispers, her eyes sparkling with hope and melancholy. Eliza grins back and nods. That would be enough.

The thing that sucks about being in a “secret” relationship is she can’t talk to her family and friends about it. She know they don’t care who it is. She does know that they will want to know everything and while she would be happy to, Maria wouldn’t. It’s one thing to get phone calls yelling at you in the middle of the night. It’s another to have it go the next level. Eliza does not mind waiting. What she does mind... Angelica is currently smiling at her, tightly. It’s a squad dinner which means everyone is here chatting up. It’s a tradition that started when she and Alex started dating, mostly to prove to Hercules she can cook. It sort of became a thing ™ and now, it’s a two week ritual, schedules permitting. Despite the fact that she and Alex are no longer a thing, and dinners didn’t happen during the ‘cool off’ period, it’s back on track. It also helps that Alexander was the first one to get back on dating, which inadvertly caused roast sessions.

Speaking of...

“So, Eliza, are you seeing anyone?” God bless Lafayette but his nosiness is something that would put a therapist to shame. Eliza does her best to shrug noncommittal. It’s best to look disinterested and put a face on— she reminds herself. “That’s interesting.” Comes Angelica’s drawl. Her sister looks unimpressed. If everyone wasn’t watching before, they are now. She thinks, as she shrugs at her sister. Angelica raises an eyebrow at her. “Who is she, Eliza?” Angelica does not pull any punches though... “What do you mean by ‘she’, Angelica?” Eliza can’t help but feel bristled. Why does everyone have to poke their nose into anyone’s business? Her thoughts internally groan. Angelica smiles wider, making her look like a predator than a happy sibling.

“What I mean is that I know you are seeing someone. And you snuck her out far too many times.” Angelica points out, smiling like she won the case. Everyone starts talking excited and asking her questions but all Eliza can think about is Maria. They didn’t just find out. They’ve already known! She panics internally. Crap, crap, crap— “So, ‘Liza whats her name? When are we meeting her?” Peggy’s voice interrupts her thoughts. Her younger sister is grinning from ear to ear. Clearly, excited.

Eliza has to stop herself before spilling the beans. If word gets out that she’s dating Maria, there is no telling what James will do. She reminds herself, remembering how she confronted Maria in a hospital while she sported a black eye. Now Maria is getting help, after so much time under James thumb. She smiles weakly at everyone. “We’re still getting to know each other. Besides, she’s pretty busy.” She tells everyone, omitting the fact that ‘yeah you all know her but only by reputation’.

Everyone collectively groans at her response. Alexander turns to her, shaking his head. “Can you at least give us a name, ‘Liza? I want to see what she looks like.” He picks up his phone and looks at her expectedly. She smiles thinly. “Alexander, I’d rather not. You guys will meet her if it turns to that.” She reminds him, who deflates a little.

“Is she ashamed of you?” Angelica cuts in. Her sister does not waste any time. Eliza quickly shakes her head, maybe a little too much. “Of course not.” She protestes. “It’s just that I would like to appreciate her wishes. She’s—“ Eliza starts to explain but Angelica interrupts her. “Eliza, she probably has a criminal record. That or she probably is just using you. Seriously, Eliza you can be so gullible—“ Angelica begins ranting on her but before Eliza can realize, she’s pushing her chair back and standing.

“It’s none of your guys goddamn business. I’m allowed to do things by myself. I don’t need you to tell me how to live my life,” Eliza snaps. Her mouth is moving faster than her brain. “Furthermore,” she levies a glare at Thomas Jefferson, James Madison and Aaron Burr. “Some of you had no problems keeping secrets during my last relationship. Additionally, you guys all had no problem forgiving Alexander for cheating and lying to me once we broke up.” She pointedly looks at Angelica, who’s nostrils are flared. She can’t help but continue, “I’m not dating a crook, I’m dating someone who I really like. She’s going through something and I am trying to respect her wishes. I would hope you guys could do the same. But I guess I shouldn’t expect that when it comes to me.” She finishes, the tension is thick and awkward. She steps out of the chair, and pushes it in. The scrapping of the chair against the hardwood floors is the only sound. She grabs her coat, stalks to the door, opens it and closes it as quietly as she can.

...

She gets home when she feels her face wet with tears. I can’t believe I did that. Her thoughts race past her. She didn’t mean to throw that in their face but seeing how Thomas, James and Aaron all knew and weren’t going to say a thing to her. They only confronted Alex and agreed to keep it a secret.

From her.

The worst part was when after spending time with them and listening to them bash Alexander is she found out after John and Alex started dating. They were too happy to forgive and forget. They also had no problem blaming Maria when Alex was the one who could have said no to her. He knew better and still acted it wasn’t his fault.

❤️Chiquita❤️

ES: Hey

C: Hey!

C: Everything okay?

C: Babe?

ES: Yeah sorry, subway 😅

C: No worries 😘 hey, I got good news!

ES: Yeah? What is it?

C: The judge is doing an early injection. Apparently recording phone convo was a smart idea 😍

ES: Don’t thank me, thank my dad. He’s the one who told me. 😅

C: Still...! It’s thanks to your advice that is speeding it up. ☺️☺️☺️

ES: 😊

C: Hey, do you want to see me? I would love to celebrate with you 🥰

ES: Sure. My apartment?

C: Well, you can come to my dorm but I’m sure my roommate is asleep 🤪

ES: Lol true. How long do you think you’ll be?

C: Maybe 15? Oh wait, you have plans tonight! We can celebrate tomorrow. ☺️

ES: No it’s fine, I want to spend it with you. 😊 it ended early actually

C: 🥰🥰🥰

C: See you in 15 then 😘😘

Eliza smiled. She took a washcloth to clean off her make up and tears. Her phone buzzed as she cleaned her face.

She looked at the texts coming in since she left.

Lafayette: Eliza I’m sorry!! 😭😭 I just wanted to visit with you! I did not mean for you to be interrogated. We were so happy for you! Please come back?

Peggy: Eliza! We’re sorry! 😢😢 come back??

Hercules: Eliza this is Peggy. It’s your sister, we didn’t mean to upset you. We are on your side!!

John: Eliza, please text us back. We didn’t mean to make you upset. Please forgive us??

Angelica: Eliza, come back please. I’m sorry.

Alexander: Eliza!!! It’s my fault, I’m sorry. Please come back.

The texts start piling up when She hears Maria fimilar knock. Opening the door, she’s not prepared for Maria to hug attack her. It’s a rush of adrenaline and yet—

She kisses Maria’s painted lips, her eyes are still burning. But there is a warmth spreading to her chest as she lifts Maria chin to kiss her again. The feeling of her lips makes her feel alive and well, loved.

“Maria. I need to tell you something.”

“What is it?”

“My friends have known. They didn’t find out. They’ve known for a while.”

“About us?”

“Possibly. But, they don’t your name.”

“Eliza, I want them to know my name...I’m okay with it. He can’t hurt me anymore. I want to be with you, properly.”

Maria tells her softly and happily. She looks so hopeful that Eliza presses her lips against hers. It feels so much better—

“Eliza?” Peggy. She’s standing in the doorway, staring at her and Maria. Behind her is Hercules hulking form.

Peggy looks to her and Maria in surprise.

“Is this her, Eliza?” Peggy asks tentatively, like she’s scared of scaring an animal.

Before Eliza can speak up, Maria turns around in Eliza’s arm. Maria must be grinning from ear to ear when she says,

“Yeah, I’m her girlfriend. What’s up?”

A/N: let me know what you guys think! (I tried to make edits. Ugh I don’t like tumblr format.) @djajfresh hope you like it!!

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Title: Without You, I...

Fandom(s): Attack on Titan/SnK

Masterlist: Here.

Pairing(s): Levi x reader

Rating: M

Series: You’re Perfect

Summary: The greatest act of love is to pay attention.

Warning(s): OVA spoilers. Acrobatic moves (I mean, anything with the ODM gear is pretty flexible and awesome in my book but whatever). Canon typical violence. 

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Part One

Levi is my guilty pleasure. 

I want to spoil him when I’m happy, so increased imagines for him. That’s great but also not okay. This series is to expand my writing repertoire after all and it’s more likely I’ll remain in a slump if I focus solely on just one character the most; I mean, it did take me like five plus months to even get my shit together enough to refocus on this series fjsdklfjslfjs. 

Anyways, as usual, if you liked what you’ve read, please hit that like button, reblog, or comment! 

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Episode 7

Cultivating Friendships & Gaining Affection A Choice With No Regrets

You open your eyes. 

Only an inky darkness surrounded your vision for as far as you could see. You blinked and let out a quiet, very quiet, exhale. Don’t panic, there’s no time to panic. Assess the situation, find out where you are and how you can escape.

Before you could put that idea into practice, that’s when you heard it. The footfalls of someone approaching. Looking around for something to use as a weapon proved to be an exercise in futility.

And then you saw her, the AI. The mirror image of yourself. How you really saw yourself before this whole simulation began and you’d undergone multiple transformations, been dressed to impress and kill in new outfits, etc. 

Tensing, prepared to...to do something, lash out maybe, when your(?), her, mouth opened.

“A new player has entered the simulation.”

‘...What?’ Confused, as you so often are, you’re unsure how to react. A new player? What did that even mean...? Perhaps anticipating this reaction, the AI thrust a hand out, palm first, in front of her and a screen appeared in front of your face. 

The person there is... He’s vaguely familiar.  Not an anime character or anyone from a movie or series, but someone that you actually know from the real world.

‘That’s... [Male Character Name]. ....So, so... that means-’

“There are some simulations and situations that would work better with a partner to back you up. Indeed, co-op mode can be toggled on and off from the Main Menu. Would you like to do that now?”

You select yes, and while you’re perusing through the Main Menu, you swipe until you come across Settings, bypassing Options altogether. You check the box that would allow Co-Op Mode, scrolling down until... 

“There we go...” You mutter underneath your breath, checking the box(es) that would always show off a minimized screen with your choices, and the option to rewind and select different choices without prompting. Default voice commands were pre-chosen so that it wouldn’t distract from game-play, words such as Pause would obviously freeze the simulation, whereas the word, Begin, would start the simulation again. You changed the command Menu to M1 after some thought, and that would take you back to the Main Menu, and instead of Return, you switched it to R1, and that would take you out of the simulated reality entirely, returning you to the real live world.

For a second, you deliberated with that idea. 

Going back to the real world, in a pretty epic house, working at a company that did pretty awesome stuff, its just the people that you were consistently annoyed with or barely tolerated, and your dating record was pitiful... 

And then you shook your head. ‘It’s nice to have the option to bail out, at least.’ 

Too many times had you read horror fanfics or a string of conspiracy theorist nonsense about the situation that you’re currently going through right now. The possibility of being stuck for years in a simulated reality that you couldn’t escape from... Not fun, of course.

However, for the most part, you are having fun right now. You got to drool over, oggle, fuck, and walk alongside some of your favorite characters. You wanted to see more, discover more realities. The real world and it’s bullshit could wait another day.

Once you’re completely done with that, you look up and see that the AI is still standing there, watching you. Creepy, really.  And then she gestures behind her.

Five doors open, one after another.

Maybe she said something deep and profound, maybe it was a warning, but you didn’t care. Didn’t listen. Your feet guided you forward of their own accord and without hesitation, you step through the doorway that called to you.  

To the start.

‘The Underground can almost be called beautiful in a way, with this view...’ You think to yourself hazily. 

The lingering sensation of being bathed in warm water as you stepped through the doorway into the simulation dissipates rapidly, only to be replaced by the sound of rushing wind. 

“Pull up!”

Levi’s warning nearly comes too late. 

Instincts that you didn’t even realize you had kick in at the correct moment. 

You run forward quickly, doing a handstand on top of a stack of crates on an old fashioned cart truck, tuck, then roll, and pop back up again, continuing to flee the scene. There’s a crash from behind you and you don’t look back to confirm what’s going, the curses and complaints of the Underground merchants are enough of a clue.

Getting up high is the goal and you don’t think twice as you put on an extra burst of speed, jumping up and beginning to scale along a wall of a dilapidated house, thankfully its not that big and there’s a couple ledges. All this exercise is more than you’re used to and you take a couple quick breaths, ignoring the stitch in your side as you begin to run again. 

Momentum, momentum, that’s what you need. Don’t look down. Just do it...!

You vault of the edge of the house and the bottom of your stomach feels like it’s fallen when there’s nothing but straight stone if you fall, and oh my God, fuck, holyfuckballs, black people do not do this daredevil crazy shit!!

Again, instincts, or the game settings, perhaps, whatever it is, kicks in and saves you as you work your ODM gear like a pro. You’re like straight up Spider Woman as you zip through the air until you catch up with Isabel, Farlan, and Levi, taking up position in the rear of the group.

“Wooohoooo! Yeah! You’re so cool, [Your Name]!”

Unbidden, your mouth quirked upwards in a little smirk. Stil, she’s looking backwards and not paying attention. You’re about to call her out on it, only to catch a glimpse of forest green in your peripherals and your heart skips a beat. 

“Levi, pursuers coming up fast.” It’s a wonder that your voice is so steady. 

“Heh. Military Police, again, eh? Haven’t learned their lesson, have they?” Again, Isabel looked back, her face smug, and arrogance was clear in her tone. “Levi-bro, what I said was a cool line, right!?”

“Are you an idiot?” Levi asked bluntly, not at all impressed. 

Isabel’s face comically dropped and she looked at you beseechingly. “Big sis, what about--” Farlan interjected though and moved the conversation along. “They definitely haven’t yet, and they’re still sending elite soldiers.” 

“The merchants must have alerted them.” Levi deduced. 

“Most likely.” Farlan agreed. “Last time, we got quite a big “donation” from their safe.” He smirked. “We saved them from getting any fatter and further ruining their health. They should be grateful!” Isabel tacked on, smirking. 

The banter and easy camaraderie with these two is adorable. 

“Farlan, Isabel, [Your Name]. Let’s go.” Levi swooped down low, almost touching the ground, only to swing his body easily, twisting about in the air and getting even higher. For a moment, you can almost see him decked out in Survey Corps gear, his future(?) bright and clear, why everyone looked up to him.

Then a bright white arrow flashed on the wall in front of you, pointing to the left, and you had the feeling that this was part of the game’s mechanism. Not even thinking twice, you followed where the arrow pointed, splintering off from the main group and with your ODM gear, you swooped right through an open window. Dashed past a small family, avoiding stepping on the children’s toys, and dodging the father’s frantic swings with the kitchen knife, he probably thought you were a burglar or worse. 

You slipped out the open back window (why, oh why, so careless, Papa-san) and dropped down onto the next building. The landing could’ve been better. Thankfully, you didn’t break anything, though you might be a little bruised. The arrow flashed again, insistently, pointing forward and you see another building, this one looking emptier from a distance. 

Dusting yourself off, you caught your breath before you started running, and when you leapt, this time you did the smart thing and didn’t look down and have a freak out mid-air. 

Your ODM gear worked like a dream and you were inside the abandoned building where a couple satchels of knives and a gun waited for you. 

The gun was typically old time-y and it threw you for a loop. 

Luckily for you, you didn’t have to puzzle out how to assemble it or anything weird like that. Or so it seemed. The arrow kept pointing down at the gun so you picked it up after a moment, and just as you did, you heard a loud crash. Glancing out over the ledge carefully, you watch as Levi fights Mike with just a little pocket knife, almost, compared to the blades that Survey Corps’ members carry around. 

He even manages to knock one of those blades away, and thrusts the knife forward and up, aiming to stab Mike in the chest or throat, more than likely. Only to be intercepted by another Survey Corps member, the hood falling off to reveal a familiar looking man with a head of blonde hair. 

It takes you a couple seconds to place exactly who he is.

‘Shit, it’s Erwin!’ 

You watch, heart in your throat, as Levi and Erwin are engaged in a locked standstill for a few seconds. Then two more Survey Corps members come out with Isabel and Farlan in chains. Despite his reputation as a hardass at first glance, Levi is kind of soft to the people he cares for, and you’re unsurprised when he lets his weapon fall from his hand. 

Gritting your teeth, you watch the proceedings. Levi, Isabel, and Farlan are on their knees, Erwin is interrogating them, it looks like. For a moment, you even dare to think that things might go differently, somehow Levi will pull a trick out of nowhere and...

And then Mike slams Levi’s head to the ground, right into a puddle of filthy water.

The gun in your hand feels heavy, but you know what you have to do. You settle down, set it up and aim. Finger on the trigger, inhale, hold the breath. Erwin is kneeling in front of Levi now, so close. 

If you miss... Pushing that thought away, you pulled the trigger. 

The recoil is enough to almost put you on your ass if you’d not been expecting it, but you manage to stand strong, only barely. The bullet hits the intended target, felling the female soldier. Your ears are ringing and you know you have only seconds, if that, before the remaining fuckwits pull their shit together. You reload, aim again, and... Your chosen victim, the other random Survey Corps member, he’s right there and boy, does he look pissed. He’s thrusting his blade at you, screaming something, but you don’t hesitate, you fire, he tilts his head to the side, narrowly avoiding the bullet to the brain. 

What kind Matrix-esque, Jet Li bullshit is this?

Your incredulity is put on the back burner as you’re in struggle for your life. The gun is knocked away from you and the soldier is swinging his blade at you with angry precision, the desire for vengeance clear in his gaze. He’s all fancy footwork and speed, while you’re like a bull in a china shop in comparison. Eventually, he makes a mistake, letting his guard down and you don’t even hesitate before you’re doing something dumb. You ram into him full speed, not realizing, or forgetting, how close he is to the window and you barely even have time to think ‘Oh shit!’ before the two of you are sailing out of it. 

The soldier is better in the air than you are and you hate to acknowledge this fact. Legit, the asshole doesn’t even blink as he uses his ODM gear to swing free of the potential danger (and death), you along for the ride. He drives his elbow into your face once, twice. You taste blood and know that you’ve got a bloody nose, gross. The next time he goes to hit you, you punch him back, hard. You hear a crack and know that your hit has broken his nose. 

Pettiness satisfied, you let go of his waist, using the ODM gear to your advantage and swinging off, around him. He’s still got his blades, aiming to skewer you. You retrieved a couple knives from the gun holster strapped to your shoulders and back, and without hesitation, you throw them with deadly aim. 

He hits the ground, holding his shoulder. 

You only get enough time to use the sleeve of your shirt to roughly wipe away the blood dripping down your nose grossly before Mike is upon you. His characteristic blank expression is still in full effect as he engages you in a fight. 

At first, it takes place in the air, but he’s easily dominating that and he grounds you forcefully. 

You scramble away, getting up and going for hand to hand combat, with a couple knives, but you’re no Levi. Good, decent, yes, you are, but Mike is obviously on another level and he isn’t holding his punches at all, even though you’re a girl. 

Maybe even because of that fact, who knows.

The fight is over before you know it and soon, you’re in the same predicament as Isabel, Farlan and Levi. The manacles on your wrist make you highly uncomfortable for a lot of reasons and you immediately want them off. Erwin seems to sense your feelings, being the weirdo with the power kink, or whatever, because he stares you down like an animal at the zoo.

“Keep looking at me like that, Eyebrows, and I’ll get ideas.” It might be considered flirting to some people, but your tone is distinctly sardonic. Isabel snorted, only to cut herself off abruptly, and at the corner of your eye, you note that Farlan elbows her. 

“Apologies. I’m just inspired by your cunning. I’d have thought you would have left you companions to their fate.” You don’t say anything. “Then again, based on the intel we’ve collected, you’re in charge if Levi is occupied.” Again, you stay quiet, but either your poker face must not be as good as you thought or Erwin is just a conniving, controlling bastard and wants to milk the situation for what it is, or something because he lets out a slight chuckle and then looks you dead in the eye. “Please forgive my reprehensible manners. My name is Erwin Smith. You are..?”

He’s got charisma out the ass, you can acknowledge that much at least. You glance off to the side of his head, the very image of put out. Annoyed. “...[Your Name].”

“[Your Name]. I’ll give you the same opportunity that I just offered Levi. Lend me your strength. Join the Scouts.” Although you kind of expected this, it's not any less shocking to actually hear him ask. 

“But, sir!” The injured Scout piped up, looking at you hatefully. Erwin did nothing more than raise a hand and he shut up. 

There’s silence for several moments. 

The urge to look behind you at Levi is strong, but you strangle the impulse. 

“And if I refuse?” 

Truthfully, you’re asking partially to be an ass and also you just want to know, really. Is it worth it, going out there day after day, witnessing giant naked people chomp down on smaller human beings? Do you really want to throw your lot in with these soldiers who really were just cannon fodder, for like, years?

You heard the sound of metal against metal and then felt a blade pressed against the nape of your neck. Erwin looks you in the eye, his features blank and cold. “You did kill one of mine...”

“Heh. So I did.” You’re unapologetic about that fact too. “...Fine. You’ve got me ass over a barrel. I’ll join the Scouts.” A chill ran up and down your spine, and you wonder what will happen going forward. Glancing at Farlan and Isabel in your peripherals, you make a vow that you won’t let them die for nothing, without a fight. 

You risk a glance at Levi and his face is blank, closed off like normal. As Erwin turned away to talk to the angry Scout, and Mike removed his blade from your neck, just before you glanced away, Levi’s expression softened only slightly and he nodded as he caught you watching.

This is the job that you, he, Isabel and Farlan agreed to do. 

Now it’s just about seeing it through.

                               »»————-　　————-««

And thus another episode ends. You’ve cast the die and made your pledge. Will you survive the horrors that await. That is to be seen...