#and a levi print where he has his dick out

[http-tokki]

i just spent so much money at a con BUT i bought a sword from aot sooo money well spent

[miekasa]

do you have any cute (or h-word) bf headcanons for the Aot boys mie?

Of course I do, I have an ever-expanding list of headcanons for all of them, from how they react to you sitting in the backseat when they pick you up, down to whether or not they would rip your bandages off after your get a shot (spoiler: Eren, Porco, and Levi fucking would)

EREN sfw

He really likes holding hands, though it’s more of a calming habit for him. Holding hands keeps him grounded, and acts as an anchor for his anxiety; so he’ll grab and/or fidget with yours periodically.

He’ll steal your skincare if he’s over at your place, but honestly he just starts… copying it lmfao. Like, he’ll take notice of your face wash when he’s over he’s like “Oh, this is nice” and then a week later, he buys a bottle for himself. Then he buys your toner, and your moisturizer, and you stay over at his place and gotta do a double take bc he’s got damn near the same of everything at this point.

He doesn’t know if he believes that classical music actually helps him to concentrate, but he does know that he’s grown to like it, so it’s become his studying music of choice. He’s got favorite composers and everything.

He’d be upset if you didn’t steal his hoodies. That’s what they’re there for. He’ll make you steal them if he has to.

He hates standing in line. For anything. If he likes a restaurant that gets super busy at lunch, he’ll order ahead for pickup (and he feels special skipping the line). At amusement parks, he pays for the fast passes. If it’s shopping, then he’d rather just do it online.

On that note, he sucks at returning things that don’t fit/he doesn’t like when he shops online, so he honestly just keeps them, or gives them to his friends—it’s much easier than going through the hassle of printing a return label, according to him.

nsfw

He likes the idea of recording you guys during sex, but he’s honestly a little too nervous to do it—nervous about being recorded himself, and about it potentially getting out somewhere.

Likes it when you look him in the eyes when you cum. In fact, he somewhat demands it.

Similarly, he’s always watching you during sex. Mostly your face, for indications of how he’s making you feel and when you’re close to your orgasm (which is why he’s got a thing for you looking at him).

He used to hate masturbating, until he tried masturbating to the idea of you, and now he fucking loves that. He takes his time with it too—if he’s gonna jack off, he’s gonna make a moment of it: sit on his bed, turn the lights off, make sure he’s all alone and can go for as long as he wants.

Threesomes are fine with him, and he doesn’t even have to be the sole one in charge, depending on who’s joining you.

ARMIN sfw

He air-dries the majority of his clothes because he doesn’t want his sweaters and knitwear to shrink. Also, he likes the smell of his fabric softener permeating the room while the clothes dry.

On a similar note, he’s got sensitive skin—not to the point where a shirt less than 75% cotton irritates him; but he is conscious of fabrics and products he uses. Because of this, he takes extra care with his laundry, his pillowcases and bedsheets are satin as are the majority of his pajama shirts, and he never ever walks around without house slippers or he’ll irritate the bottom of his feet.

He’s scared of bugs, but he doesn’t like to kill them either. Honestly, he just kinda hopes spiders and stuff will crawl away without him intervening 😭😭

He likes board games, and has a thing for The Game of Life. He cannot play chess, even though most people would guess that he could, and he’s begun to practice by playing online versions against computers to learn.

He knows everyone’s gossip because everyone comes to him to gossip. And if he’s the therapist friend, then you’re the person who receives the summary of all the tea from him at the end of the week. And man can this boy throw a bitch fest when he’s in the right mood.

nsfw

He’s got a bit of an oral fixation, so he really likes having your mouth occupied; with his fingers, with your panties, with his dick—he’s not really picky.

Likes sex with the lights on. Claims it’s because he wants to “see all of you” (it’s really because he’s nervous he’ll fuck something up if he can’t see properly 😭😭)

He really likes making out. Like, a lot. Though it’s not something that happens often—so he builds up a lot of frustrating thinking about it, and it all comes crashing down, and ends up with you guys damn near dry humping each other on the couch for two hours.

That’s something that applies to him generally, too—he tends to let himself get very frustrated and worked up, whether he means to or not. He also thinks about sex quite frequently, and it only fuels his frustration; so when he snaps, he snaps hard.

He’d let you choke him back if you asked. Just ask nicely.

JEAN sfw

Loves studying in cafés and adores when you study with him; peeps up at you periodically when you sit across from him. He always pays for your drink, but sometimes you guys share, and he likes making a game out of reaching for the cup at the same time as you.

He’s very chivalrous, but he hates when you call him out for it, or make any kind of deal of it. He knows it’s chivalry, but he also knows it’s the bare minimum, plus he’s easily embarrassed—especially in public.

Loves having his hair played with, absolutely adores it. If you’re just holding his face, or resting your hand on his cheek, he’ll move himself further into your touch to maneuver your palm closer to his hair.

He really really really likes back hugs—giving and receiving them. If he’s standing behind you, he’ll most likely reach for a hug at some point (sometimes he won’t let go and you’ve gotta waddle with him on you). His ears get red when you give him a back hug but he always uses a hand to rest over your arms to tell you that he doesn’t want you to let go.

He can play the piano, but he doesn’t tell a soul about it. The only reason you found out it through his mom. He’s got stage fright, so he gave up on performing, but he’s really talented, and can almost play any song by ear.

nsfw

He loves the feeling of your hands on him, particularly if you’ve got long nails. Please scrape your nails against his back, or even just dig them into his biceps while he’s fucking you, it’ll drive him insane.

Along with liking having his hair played with, he adores having it pulled on—the attention and desperation in your actions goes straight to his ego and his dick.

One of his biggest fantasies is getting a lap dance from you. He’d never ever fucking say it out loud or dream of asking for it, but the idea of you stripping in front of him, down to lingerie he’d picked out for you, and teasing him until he can’t take it anymore and jumps you is something he thinks about… far more often than he should.

If you’re wearing his clothes (especially one of his t-shirts to bed, or around his apartment), he’s gonna fuck you in it. Jean has a lot of self control, but that’s one thing that’ll make him snap in an instant. And if you wear his shirt or hoodie out, he’s fucking you when you get home, it’s as simple as that.

CONNIE sfw

He studies with children’s shows playing the background. He doesn’t remember how he discovered that his method works for him, all he knows is that something about Paw Patrol makes for excellent background noise for writing his research papers.

He’s quite touchy with PDA, but if you guys are in a crowd then forget about it—because Connie might forget about you. He’s definitely left you at the grocery store before.

He eats cereal for breakfast every morning, and he’s kind of got a collection of them in his kitchen. He claims there are upscale cereals that he doesn’t just let anybody eat or even touch; so, if he offers you a midnight snack consisting of a bowl of his favorite (and very rare) cereal, then be honored.

He almost always pays with cash, but he hates change. If he gets back coins, he either tells the cashier to keep them, puts them in a tip jar if there’s one in sight, or just pours them into your coat pocket. He understands that its money, but he’ll be damned if he’s just got a sack full of nickels clanging around in his bag.

nsfw

He claims he doesn’t have a thing for exhibitionism, but with the way he’s down to fuck damn near anywhere, he might be a bold faced liar. Changing rooms, music festivals, airport bathrooms, the little corner of the multilevel parking lot that he’s oh-so-certain is in the blindspot of the security cameras... there are so few things off-limits with him.

Car sex on his bucket list… just not in his car lmfao (because trust and believe that’s something that already happens pretty regularly). Maybe his real kink is vandalism and destruction of property.

He is not above begging you to sit on his face. He will get on his knees and pant like a fucking dog for you to do it, he’s so serious. He’ll do it laying down, he’ll do it with you standing up/against a wall, he’ll do it on the couch. Break his neck please he’s fucking asking for it.

He doesn’t mind sharing and he definitely doesn’t mind watching. Honestly, he’d egg you on to kiss someone else at a party, or go as far as to seduce you into seducing someone else just so he can watch it go down.

PORCO sfw

He sends you iMessage games but only the ones he’s good at because he doesn’t like to lose. But also, if he is losing, he doesn’t want you to be supportive about it and tell him “it’s okay uwu” lmfao he wants to either cream you, or have you kick his ass; competition is the name of the game, don’t be soft on him.

He’s a morning person, and he likes going on runs or even just early-morning walks when the weather is nice. He will wake you up occasionally to join him—and if you’re a homebody, you will be joining him. He won’t be responsible for watching you decompose on the couch.

Very picky about his pizza. It’s not a calorie or grease or health thing—he just really fucking likes pizza, and he won’t excuse a bad slice.

Always pulls you closer to him in a crowd or when a group of people are walking by. He doesn’t have to, but he likes to. Tease him about it and he’ll push you right back tho, probably into a shrub if there’s one near by.

nsfw

He’s such a “No, no—answer the call” kind of mf; a sadist, if you will. He lives for torturing and embarrassing you, and that applies to sex, too.

Loves the way his hands look on you, particularly splaying his hand over your stomach when he’s fucking you. Likes the heat of your body against his, when he positions himself just right to feel the outline of his dick against you, and squeezing the sides of your tummy when he gets lost in it.

Loves blowjobs, and loves to cum on you or over your face. His favorite thing tho is pulling away just before he’s about to orgasm, and jacking himself off with your tongue sticking out, ready to swallow.

Okay with threesomes, too; but he wouldn’t like to do much to or with the third person. It’s okay if they touch you—maybe even fuck you, depending on who it is—but he’s not there to get them off.

LEVI

sfw

When he cooks dinner, he always makes sure to make enough for you to have leftovers to take with you for lunch the following day. Especially if it’s a dish you’ve been wanting or try, or specifically asked him to cook.

He’s got a specific tote bag he brings with him to the grocery store/farmer’s market, and separate one for when he’s running other light errands.

He hates soda, not even just because it’s not the healthiest thing to drink—he just doesn’t like the feel of carbonated drinks; the only exception being when they’re mixed with liquor, but even then, it’s not his preference.

After a while, he just starts lying and says you’re married at places where it benefits you both, or to curb a longer conversation about the status of your relationship to people who are inquiring. He thinks it’s fucking weird that marriage is what shuts people up, but if it works, it works; less people prying in your guys’ business.

He likes giving you forehead kisses, and if you do it back, he’ll learn that he doesn’t mind receiving them either.

He’s such a sucker for you rubbing your thumb against the back of his hand when you guys hold hands. He might not act like he notices, but he always does; and somewhat craves little touches like that the longer you guys are together.

nsfw

He would never admit it to anyone, but birthday sex is up there for his favorite kind of sex. He never cared much about his birthday… until he realized he could get that as a gift. He knows it’s not different, but he likes it, nonetheless; one the few times he doesn’t mind having all the attention on him.

King of aftercare, though some of his methods usually lead to another round—in which he teases you for cancelling out his work, when you know he was just as willing and eager.

He likes edging himself and overstimulating you; and with his self-control, that makes for a pretty dangerous combination.

He’s strong and he knows how to use it to his advantage: maneuvering you with a single arm, holding both your wrists above your head with one hand, pushing your head down into the sheets when he’s fucking you from behind.

Sex is one of the few times Levi doesn’t mind making a mess—and in fact, he likes it messy; watching you drip onto the sheets, making you spit on his dick and fucking your face until you drool. He always goes on about how sloppy you are, how you can’t keep anything clean, but he fucking loves it.

[aetheternity]

When their meeting is about to start but they can't get their erection to go away.

Sprays the minors be gone spray

Warning: (Fem reader) In this scenario you have been in a sexual on again off again relationship with these guys individually. You're not dating them. The guys have all tried masturbation before coming to you. Also mommy kink for everyone except Levi.

Armin

Poor thing has been hard since he woke up which was about four hours ago.

He runs into your room almost slamming open the door.

"Mommy, please.. I can't make it go away."

He almost cries when he slips inside. The pain in his balls eased a bit as he wraps his fingers in the blankets.

Mouth open as he lets every noise out unabashedly.

He can't even begin to be ashamed of his noises when your wet cunt continually sucks him in.

"You're so hard baby." You moan as you tug him in close, running your hands over his undercut and through his hair. "What were you thinking about?"

"I wasn't being bad mommy, I promise.. I-I just-" He gasps as he sheaths himself all the way inside. Barely pulling out for each thrust.

Pretty blue eyes rolling towards the sky.

"Hmm?"

"I woke up hard and.. I tried to go back to sleep but it got so painful.."

You kiss his pretty red lips coaxing them out from where he's biting them.

Your legs stay spread for every rough pound of his hips. His cock pressed impossibly deep.

"I need you." He whines "I need you so much."

The ache inside him slowly being released.

"You're gonna make me cum.." He whimpers

You cover his mouth with your hand. His face impossibly red as his eyes finally flutter open.

Blue doe eyes filled with tears that quickly begin to trickle down his cheeks.

"Finish baby. You're such a good boy. Don't moan too loud ok? Let it stay our secret."

When he cums inside you his hips stutter and his screams are covered by your hands.

"That's it, good job baby." You moan back arched for him.

When you release him he inhales sharply letting out one last gasp as he fills you up.

"Mommy there's so much.." He heaves

"Hurry and get to your meeting ok?"

"Ok. I'll be back later to properly thank you." He says tongue curving over his lips.

He takes one more second to stare at his cum where it's flowing down to your ass and he almost gets hard again.

Waits until there's like 10 minutes left before the meeting starts.

Eren

Partially because he thought he could manage to get rid of it before then and partially because he was worried you wouldn't be up this early.

He just kinda awkwardly shuffles around until you notice the very obvious bulge in his pants.

When he does finally go to you he's glad to see you awake.

"I.. it won't fuck off." He grunts

The second you wrap your hands around his cock he lets out the deepest groan throwing his head back. And when it slides inside..

His soul almost escapes him.

"Mommy.." He grunts

You need a couple seconds to adjust even though it hasn't been that long since he last fucked you.

When he finally gets going he's so rough but slow as if he doesn't have a meeting to get to.

His hips pressed right up against your inner thighs and pelvis.

"Baby speed up." You gasp softly "You need to cum so you can get to that meeting."

"I know.. but fuuucckk."

He's absolutely losing his mind.

He's got the bed slamming into the wall, hands making permanent marks where they're squeezing around your waist.

Starts fucking your tight cunt a little harder when you start to sound breathless.

At some point he's pushing both your knees forward into the pillows using that leverage to fuck you so deep you can barely breathe.

He growls into every kiss he plants on your lips.

His cock pounding your g-spot so roughly you've started crying.

Starts to shake when he gets close.

His hands slipping from the backs of your knees to right next to your head.

"God.. fuck!" He huffs, cum painting your insides. "Shit.." He groans in your ear.

You can't even speak too focused on trying to catch your breath.

Veins dark where they show up in his knuckles.

Mouth hung agape as he pulls his now limp cock out.

Gives you a sweet kiss before he leaves.

"Thank you mommy." He smirks at your blissful expression.

Jean

"Help me? Please?"

Doesn't wait as long as Eren and Armin.

Probably around 15 minutes of stroking himself to zero effect before he's coming to you.

"What's the magic word, love?"

"..Mommy."

Has your legs wrapped around his waist. His cock mixing your insides and you can't help but let every sinful noise spill from your throat as he does.

Simultaneously kissing you and playing with your nipples

He's fucking you like you're his girlfriend and he doesn't have a meeting to go to.

"Jean, baby.. you gotta hurry."

Even you don't want him to hurry. Or stop.

"I promise I'll get to my meeting on time I just wanna spend as much time as I can here with you mommy."

Rubs your cheek in circular motions with his thumb when you sob over his pace.

Spreads his legs and presses as deep as he can with a hand on your stomach until you're whimpering on every thrust.

"You feel so fucking good mommy. So good, please keep squeezing my cock."

Till you're cumming around his cock.

Has you moaning his name and arching your back.

Only then does he actually speed up and give in to his need to cum.

Deep moans of mommy falling off his lips onto yours.

Every bit of your pussy full of him till his name is the only word you remember.

He wraps his arms around your shoulders. Keeping himself deep as he empties every drop of his load inside.

He stays in you for almost too long just giving you kisses all over your face and hands.

Whines your name in between little mentions of gratitude

Honestly you're a little sad to see him go.

Finally pulls out and gets dressed.

Connie

"I kept thinking about the mission tomorrow and that kept me up most of the night. Then I started thinking about you and that kept me hard the other half." He laughs

Abuses the fact that he can ask you for sex and you'll almost always say yes.

But it's more because it's you than because he's constantly after sexual pleasure.

Just a little. 🤏

You know because the first time you let him hit was surprising but the 45th time he's still in shock but he's adoring every second he gets to climb in your bed and touch every bit of your skin.

Bites his lip a little when he slips in balls deep.

Only because he loves the fact that it's you more than the fact that he can get off with someone.

As soon as it hits morning and he knows you're awake he's pulling himself out of bed.

"Shit.. mommy this is what I needed." His eyes roll back as he penetrates you from below.

Cock twitching inside with every thrust.

Somehow still manages to smirk and flirt with you while groaning in between each word.

"Mommy, you never deny me.. might as well tell me you're in love with me."

You snort, "Cum already so you can go to your meeting."

"I'll cum when you tell me you love me."

He tries he really does but he's getting so close and the way you're squeezing his cock just isn't fair.

Profanity flying from his lips when you slam your hips down using your knees as leverage.

"God mommy please.." He begs reaching out for your waist.

He lifts himself up latching his tongue to one nipple while his free hand is cupping your breast.

Groans low in his throat when he cums. His eyes fluttering shut

Whispers of fuck and goddammit cresting off his lips.

His cock twitching against your walls. The feeling making you bite your lip.

"You take such good care of me mommy." He cooes

He leans into your ear, "What if I just stayed here and fucked you all day?"

"Go to your meeting!" You huff, getting off of him.

He finally leaves when you give him a silent glare.

Levi

Walks into your bedroom without so much as a knock and locks the door.

He waits it out for almost 3 hours before finally going to you with all his pent up frustration.

He wants it to go away on its own so bad.

"What's up with you this morning?" You laugh as he tosses your panties aside haphazardly.

He doesn't need to answer his dick print speaks for itself.

Thrusts all the way inside with no warning.

Like Eren he has your feet in the air, knees pressed into the sheets.

You wanna tease him so bad for being this hard and a little loud this early in the morning but his cock feels like it's in your stomach.

You can only keep your head back, noises spilling off your lips with every thrust.

Eyes coasting north when he slams into your sweet spots.

Keeps fucking into you like you're his little toy. Simultaneously rough and gentle.

Angles his hips in a specific way to hear you scream and then mutters for you to be quiet.

Groans when your nails dig into his back.

Eventually he lets your legs go, allowing them to wrap around his waist as he finally picks a pace.

His thrusts so hard you can hear small clatters from the wood under the mattress hitting the floor.

And you're clenching around him so tight.

Screaming his name along with every curse word known to man.

He lets out a long drawn out moan as he fills your tight pussy with every bit of pent up frustration he possesses in all 160 cm of himself.

And surprisingly it's a lot.

And finally he's letting you go with a chaste kiss to your lips.

"Good girl." He whispers, thumb coaxing strands of your hair off your cheeks.

Meanwhile your heart beat is slamming against your rib cage so loud you're sure you'll bust.

You probably have shit to do today too but after that you just wanna go back to sleep.

[iiraven]

Fool-Proof Plan

Pairing: Erwin x reader

Genre: fluff, comedy, smut, modern AU

Warnings: size kink, masturbation, squirting, fingering in front of a mirror, hair pulling, multiple orgasms, manhandling, degradation, praise, established relationship, slight dumbification, choking/ breath play 

Word count: 4.6K

Synopsis: Erwin’s business trip leads you to realise you’re not as sly as you think you are.

Masterlist

Erwin Smith is a man capable of absolutely everything. He’s an amazing cook, an amazing masseur, an amazing businessman, and, most of all, an amazing husband.

There’s only one small shortcoming to the person you consider to be perfect. And that’s his inability to use any form of technology. Texting is bad enough with him signing his name after every message, but it’s social media that’s your husband’s true sworn enemy. Erwin might only be a few years your senior, but somehow your grandfather can comprehend the concept of Instagram faster than him.

“So, you just take pictures?”

“Yes.”

“And people respond to it?”

“Yes.”

“Alright but why?”

The conversation is nothing new, but you find it incredibly unfortunate knowing how talented he is at photography. If you two ever go someplace Erwin knows he wants to capture, he slings his camera over his neck, leaves his phone at home (“I won’t be taking any calls today”) and makes his merry way out of the house. You often eye the phone left stray on the desk, half-expecting it to chase you out of the house for abandoning it. Sometimes, for good measure, you slip it into your own bag. Just in case.

It’s for this reason that Erwin’s business trip puts you on immediate edge.

“It’ll only be for ten days,” he had said. “Sina Corporations takes their summits really seriously…”

“Ten days?” You repeated and Erwin gave you a soft smile.

“I’ll call you every day.”

It’s not like you have an obsessive attachment to your husband (well, that’s debatable), but breaking the routine of returning home to his warm hugs, listening to his day and then complaining about your own- it’s uncomfortable. 

Erwin himself wasn’t looking forward to being away from you, away from home. Running Survey Corporations Ltd is no easy task; trying to balance the infuriating board and the long hours with his actual life is something only possible because of you. Time spent together is fine diamonds Erwin clutches onto and although he’d tried to reason with himself that it was only ten days, it wasn’t a trip he was looking forward to. He never said it out loud. But he didn’t need to. You can tell by the way Erwin’s lips linger on yours a little longer at the airport, as if to preserve your taste.

“Oi Erwin- hurry up.” Levi tries hard not to glare. But even the raven-haired man knows that being away from you puts Erwin on somewhat of an edge. You’re his rock, there to ground him when everything is chaotic, and a summit surrounded by the richest people in the world is as chaotic as it gets.

Despite it all, Erwin stays true to his promise. He calls you at least twice a day and although you could stay on the phone with him for hours, he’s often rushing between conferences and can only spare minutes of his time. Even when he does have an hour, talking to a disembodied voice (he still can’t figure out how to switch his camera back around) is not the same as having Erwin right beside you. It’s the way he squeezes your thigh when he’s focussing on what you’re saying or when he pulls you towards him so that you can lie on his hard chest which still makes you blush even after years of being together.

Because, yes, you miss his touch the most.

Not even five days in, you find yourself with your hands down your panties and a tall blond man on your mind. You’re soaked just thinking about him. His groans, the way he calls your name, the way he pounds into you as you lose your train of thought. Your fingers try to imitate his- their curve and how easily they find your soft spot- but it just feels uncomfortable. So, then you try rubbing your clit, and there’s temporary pleasure there, but not even close enough to tip you over the edge. Even your pink vibrator doesn’t cut it. You deny the fact that Erwin Smith has made you an incompetent masturbator, but you can’t keep up the lie for long and soon enough you give up.

It’s the next day that your ingenious idea kindles. It’s a fool-proof plan. A small flame that has you rushing to the bathroom for the best possible lighting. Erwin can still put his tongue to use at a distance- after all, it’s his voice you fell in love with first. To discretely push him in the right direction, you send him a few photos of yourself. Nothing too scandalous safe he’s in a meeting, but enough that he’ll gets the hint. Sure, Erwin has a couple of polaroid pictures hidden in his brown leather wallet, but he had shot those himself. You want to be a bit more spontaneous! And, honestly, at this point you’re desperate. You could swear you’re developing withdrawal symptoms: just the other day, you were actually temped to pick up a newspaper. It was terrifying.

This had to work. You can just imagine Erwin calling you, voice deep and gruff as he guides you through the process to make yourself cum as he showers you with praise. You feel giddy, eyes glued to the glowing screen, awaiting his response. Even your pink vibrator is out of the box.

Unfortunately, it doesn’t exactly go the way you had planned.

One hour after sending the photos you receive a panicked text from Hange. In the long paragraph, you understand that your poor husband couldn’t get the photos to load and decided to consult the vice president of his company who, upon simply clicking on them, saw you groping your soapy tits. Had it been anyone other than vice president Hange Zoe, Erwin may have broken his phone and quit right there. Thankfully, he only said, “I see” and then asked her where to find the smiley face Emoji.

“I’m so, so sorry Y/N!” Hange screams through the phone. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise! I could send you a picture of my boobs! I’ll go do it right now! I’m sorry! No- You don’t need to feel embarrassed! I won’t mind!”

“It’s alright Hange.” You laugh nervously. “You don’t need to send me anything, it’s really not that big of a deal.”

The whack Levi lands on her head is so hard you hear it through the phone. “Shut the fuck up four-eyes.”

So here you are now. Three days until Erwin returns, a vibrator you’ve given up on back in its box, and a husband who responds to your nudes with a smiley face.

But then Hange Zoe sends you something much better than a picture of her boobs.

The hotel that the trio were staying at- as most hotels do- has a spa. And if there’s one thing Erwin Smith adores it’s allowing himself to relax in a warm, steamy sauna. You’re not sure how Hange was allowed to join them, or how she was able to get her camera clear of fog, or how she was even able to take the picture without Erwin noticing. But you ask her no questions.

Followed by a winky-face is a picture of Erwin sat in the sauna, head tilted backwards, and eyes shut in the pure image of serenity. His arms are propped up on either side of him accentuating his biceps whilst still allowing a clear view of his sculpted body, the sweat running down his chest and abs, making him almost glisten. He’s completely naked except for the flimsy white towel across his lap which does absolutely nothing to hide his thick dick print. You shudder.

You feel like a teenager again, speechless at the sight of a quasi- naked man. Even though you’ve seen him like this thousands of times, you can’t help but fantasise about being trapped underneath him, hair falling onto his face as he loses himself inside of you. God, maybe you do have an unhealthy obsession. But it doesn’t matter. You feel even more like a teenager as you imagine scenarios of him returning home to recreate the picture before you. And with that, your mind is sedated for the next few days.

You have a fool-proof plan. Dress up in the shortest and tightest dress you own, cook your husband dinner, and then give him a blow job at the table so that he’ll never leave you again. It’s going to be just like in the movies and nothing will stop that from happening.

Something stops that from happening.

Just as you’re about to put the potatoes in the oven, Erwin calls. His flight is delayed. You whine through the phone and Erwin’s chuckle just about stops you from sulking like a child. You can be mature about this, right? He’s getting home eventually- complaining isn’t going to help at all. Patience is a virtue and yours has been tested many times before. This is, after all, nothing compared to the time Erwin tried to create an excel spreadsheet. So, you don’t press further. You simply tell Erwin that you miss him and then go find a pillow in which you scream for a good five minutes.

Erwin, on the other hand, is a lot less coveted with his annoyance. He wants nothing more than to strangle whatever and whoever is preventing him from returning to his lovely wife. In the hour journey, the entire plane can feel a crushing tension above their heads, so tense that even the child at the back seems to be holding in his tears. 

Usually, Erwin prefers to spend his flights with a book in his hands, but he’s incapable for picking up the paperback and instead stares out of the window somehow hoping it will go faster.

After what feels like hours, the tight dress has gotten too uncomfortable for you to wear and you resolve yourself to eating the potatoes alone. You still don’t take off your lingerie, though. A two-piece black set with lace detailing that makes you look like a present ready to be unwrapped. It had arrived yesterday, and you had taken your sweet time admiring the embroidered flowers and soft ribbon holding the fragile piece together because you had falsely assumed that you wouldn’t have it on for long. You had in fact contemplated stockings but by the time 11PM came by you simply wrapped Erwin’s favourite robe around your body and tried to take your mind off things. Maybe you should have opted for your own robe because as the sleeves hung from your arms and the soft material effused his smell, it managed to make you feel even worse.

Staying up late was not a foreign feeling but anticipation quickly turns into boredom and you find your eyelids getting heavy. You pause the anime you’re watching and are about to shut your eyes when you hear the faint rattle of keys.

You stumble getting out of bed, knocking your shoulder on the wall before skipping four steps at a time and tripping on the robe at least twice as you rush downstairs. Erwin is barely through the door as you call out his name and he drops his bags right there to let your rush into your arms. You feel so small, so safe, so familiar, within them, as if you’ve returned to the space where you belong. He lifts you up to let you wrap your legs around his waist, your ankles barely crossing. He smells divine, even after hours of being stuck in an airport and his hair is still soft between your fingers. You look at him and the smile that spreads across his face wipes out any hints of fatigue that might have been there just moments ago.

Erwin kisses you and it’s long, deep, and he holds you impossibly closer to him as his tongue dips into your mouth. You don’t want it to end, but Erwin pulls back and says softly, “I’m home, my love.”

You can’t help but giggle. “Welcome home.”

You return to the kiss with a hint of desperation. Tugging lightly on Erwin’s shirt, you know he notices how your core is already warm, but still, he takes his time closing the door with his foot before finally noticing your attire. You’re about to make a sarcastic comment about his obliviousness but the way he looks down at you, at the small flower of lace peeping out from under the heavy robe, the way he slowly wets his lips, he leaves you speechless.

“You’re a gift.” He smiles sweetly though his eyes darken.

“Well, you’ve been working really hard,” You mumble. “You deserve a treat.”

The effect this man has on you is unbelievable. All that anger and frustration you had pent up now crumbles at the light caress of his thumb on your hips.

“Let me unwrap you,” Erwin says. And he walks you to your room, climbing up the stairs with ease as you cling onto him. You attempt to rub yourself against his hard stomach, but one look of warning makes you stop. He’s going to be doing things on his watch, tonight.

Setting you on the floor beside your bed, Erwin undoes the ribbon and you let the fabric pool at your feet. He immediately latches onto your neck, and you gasp, tilting your head to give him better access. His hands begin to roam, fingering the delicate lace of your panties and the straps of your bra as his tongue leaves a trail over your chest. It’s only when Erwin suddenly grabs your breast that you moan, body involuntarily pushing towards him.

He looks up through thick eyelashes and his hands moves to cup your face. You’re about to beg him to touch you where you need it most, but he whispers, “you’re so beautiful.” And you’re speechless again.

You suddenly lean in to kiss him, hands wrapping around his neck and it’s messy and your breath is short. “Please, Erwin,” you say to him between kisses. “Touch me.” You can feel him smile against your lips. “Please”. And before you can stop yourself. “I can’t do it myself.”

Erwin stills and only then do you realise your mistake. He pulls back and stands up straight, towering over you and you recognises that look. It’s the one of a lion who has just found a wounded deer. 

“Oh?”

Fuck. He leans back and raises a brow expectantly and you try to look everywhere but at him. Maybe if you avoid eye contact, he’ll take it as a slip of the tongue. But your husband is not one to let things go. He’s intelligent, he knows exactly what you mean- you don’t need to speak for him to gather what happened, the image of you lying pathetically on the bed, hopeless and desperate. He smirks but stays quiet. Erwin likes it when you use your words.

“No-that’s not what I meant. I mean- you feel best and it’s just-“

You’re cut off by a hand on your scalp, pulling your hair back in one swift motion so that you have no choice but to look up at your husband dead in the eye.

“You were touching yourself whilst I was away, Y/N?”

“I-I mean...yeah…”

“I see.” His gaze is enough to make you gush. “And you weren’t able to make yourself cum.”

Your cheeks burn. It’s not a question, but you affirm it anyways. “No, no I couldn’t make myself cum.”

He’s silent for a moment and you’re not sure if it’s because he’s watching your worried face or because he’s wondering how he’s going to make that face look even more worried.

“I would feel sorry for you, but I suppose that’s what you deserve for touching my cunt without my permission.”

You gasp as he uses his grip on your hair to throw you on the bed. It’s effortless, the way his strength could so easily destroy you and yet he uses it to ruin destroy you in another way- just who you like it. Erwin undoes his tie and all you can do is gawk as he strips down to his boxers. He’s as hard as a rock and you tentatively reach out to touch him, but Erwin grabs your wrist. Without warning, you’re dragged to the other side of the bed where you’re placed to face your large floor length mirror. There’s only a moment of confusion before you understand why Erwin had been so keen on the somewhat awkward placement. He positions himself behind you and you withhold the urge to press your back against his throbbing cock.

“Don’t you take your eyes off the mirror,” Erwin commands, and you nod your head. “Use your words. Or do you need me to show you how to do that too?”

“Yes, sir,” You say quickly.

“Good girl.”

Erwin opens your legs, his hands gripping your thighs hard. You silently wish bruises bloom in their wake- it’s been too long since you’ve had your husband’s mark on you. A reminder of who you belong to. One hand stays on your thigh and the other moves to nudge your panties out of the way of your glistening cunt. 

“I’m going to show you how to touch yourself,” He says in a low, rumbling voice. “And you’re going to watch closely and learn. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes sir.”

His fingers don’t tease your folds for long. Erwin is feeling merciful, because he simply gathers the slick coating your cut before immediately rubbing your clit. The moan that leaves your mouth is pornographic. You buck your hips but the hand on your thigh moves to pin you down, your body flush against his so that you can almost feel his bearing heart. You’re engulfed by him so small as he easily manipulates your body.

Erwin is overwhelmed by the options. Look at his wife unravel below him or stare at the mirror, where you have no place to hide.

“I should be punishing you, you know.” He presses his fingers down hard on a particularly tenter spot and you moan loudly. “But I need to show my dumb little girl how to take care of herself.”

“I-I’m not- ahhh.” Your back arches and Erwin captures your neck again, sucking viciously.

As his thumb continues its assault on your clit, two fingers find your tight hole, dripping and clenching around nothing. He can see in the mirror how your body is practically begging to be filled up. And fill you up he will. But first Erwin inserts a finger and groans at the warmth that greets him. He begins moving it and although you try to understand how he is able to stroke your cunt so perfectly, your mind is fogged and all that’s on your mind is your impending release. This should be a learning experience, but it serves only as a reminder of Erwin’s miraculous hands. He slips his second finger in and your moans only get lounder.

“Erwin, Erwin- they feel so good. Your fingers feel so good!”

You can see his smirk in his reflection, just before he speeds up and you have to grab his wrist to steady yourself. His fingers slam back and forth into your velvety walls. They suck them in, and he is able to find your sweet spot every time. Every single time. Your eyes roll back, you press against Erwin’s chest and your legs shake as you cum. The mess you make, leaking all over Erwin’s hands, your bed, your thighs- you try to look away, but he grabs your face to prevent you from doing so.

“Don’t you dare look away.” His voice is low, threatening. “Look how good I make you feel. Look.”

Your cheeks are flushed and the set that had made you look like a femme fatale, just hours before, is now yet another set that has has you pliant and submissive. “It seems that I’m the only one who can take care of you,” Erwin says. And you know he’s right.

Erwin lifts his soaked fingers to his mouth and his eyes flutter shut as he tastes you. When he opens them, you swear they’ve gone a shade darker. Wordlessly, Erwin slips from behind you to kneel in front of the bed. He removes your panties and holds them up to his nose, giving them a slight inhale before tossing them to the side and lowering his mouth.

“Erwin wai-“

And before you can warn him that your too sensitive- you orgasm was too strong, it’s too soon- his mouth has latched onto your cunt and Erwin is eating you out like a starved man.

“Ah-fuck, fuck, fuck,” You practically scream.

He sucks on your clit, his tongue doing what it does best. You look down, his eyes bore into yours and you know he’s remembering every expression you make as he pushes you over the edge. Despite your trembling arms struggling to keep you upright, your hand goes to grip Erwin’s hair and all you can think about is how soft it is before you cum again. Your husband doesn’t stop this time. His fingers dig into your soft hips to make sure you don’t move, to make sure that he catches everything on his tongue. And he can feel it before you do. The steady build-up of a feeling slightly familiar, but foreign enough that you warn Erwin too late. Your back arches and you squirt in his mouth and before your eyes roll back, you catch a glimpse of what you know to be a smirk in your husband’s eyes.

You can feel the sheets soak below you so try to press your legs together in somewhat of an attempt to hide the mess, but Erwin doesn’t let you. “Don’t be ashamed now, darling.” His voice is solid, domineering. “This is just you perfect body, doing exactly what I tell it to,” He says.

He could be talking about fruits and you would still nod your head dumbly.

The power Erwin has over you is addictive, and your body seems to know it too. As he kisses your thighs, licking off whatever didn’t find its way into his mouth, you can still feel a distant ache at your core. This time, you don’t need to use your words. As you lie weak on the bed, Erwin crawls over, engulfing your form. The lion is ready for his meal. He leans down to capture your lips in a gentle kiss. “I missed you,” He says. It’s the hundredth time, but you don’t tire of hearing it.

“I missed you too.”

Erwin shifts your legs, and you can feel the head of his large cock teasing your entrance.

“I missed all of you,” he repeats. “Your smile. Your voice. Your moans.” He pauses to place a kiss on your collarbone. “Your taste.”

He’s trying to be romantic, but you know why he stalls, and it makes you unable to graciously except the compliments. Erwin loves to hear you pine for him. And who are you to refuse your husband’s desires? So, you reach your hands out towards his shoulders, attempting to make him move if only a little bit. “Erwin!” You whine, and despite your weakness, you manage to push your hips forward, finding friction against his hard cock. “Please!”

Again, that smirk. He rubs against your clit. “My, my- you’ve come twice already and want more?”

Well, he missed your voice so you suppose you should let him hear it. “Let me be selfish, please sir?” You moan. “I need you inside of me.”

His cock twitches against you. And before you know it his hand is around your neck. “Such a good girl, using your words like that.”

He pushes inside you with a groan of relief, a low sound from his throat that causes his eyes to close momentarily. 

It seems you’ve forgotten how big he is because as he stretches you out like it’s your first time, your mouth drops open and a string of curses emerges. Erwin would usually reprimand you for the foul language, but he’s too lost in the feeling of your tight cunt pulling him in. Using your neck as leverage, he squeezes tight so that he can push forward and when your eyes blur, overwhelmed with the pleasure and pain and the lack of oxygen intensifying it all, Erwin loosens his grip only slightly, and your eyes find his again. You don’t notice your mouth hanging open, too focussed on the way your body is accommodating Erwin’s cock again.

“Really big, ‘s really big, sir,” You mumble and Erwin grunts in response, his teeth clenching because he too is reminded yet again of how tight- how perfect- your body is for him.

When Erwin bottoms out, he stills for a moment, basking in your warmth and taking a moment to kiss your cheek, a gentle gesture compared to the hand still grasping your neck. Your cunt gushes despite you wincing about the pain, about his size, and soon he can’t help but move his hips. Erwin pulls back and thrusts deep. You scream him name, as you feel his cock dragging against your walls. Any idea of taking you gently has evaporated from Erwin’s brain and instead his hips snap back and forth violently, his tip kissing your cervix as he buries himself inside of you again and again.

His grunts are laboured as Erwin’s free hand pushes your leg up to your chest to allow him to thrust deeps and deeper. “Just like that- just like that, good girl. My good girl.”

The new angle has him brushing against your g-spot and you won’t last long. You know you can’t- not with him quite literally rearranging your insides. You have one hand clawing at his forearm and the other grips the sheets and you repeat a mantra of “Thank you, sir, thank you” in between your desperate moans. The honorific coming from your lips is too sweet to his ears and he’s reminded of why phone calls bother him so much- nothing compares to hearing your voice like this.  

Erwin’s hand leaves your neck only to tug your bra down, letting your boobs bounce freely as he fucks you hard. You almost complain about the loss of contact but his tongue latches onto to your nipple and before you know it, you are coming all over your husband, screaming his name. Your nails dig into his arm as he nears his own release. Erwin’s hips stutter and he moans your name before throwing his head back in pure bliss as he cums inside of you. You wish you can capture that sight forever, but you don’t think any photo does your husband justice. It’s true- this is better than anything Hange could send.

Your breaths slowly find a slower rhythm in the post-orgasm silence. Erwin watches the way your fluids pool out of you as he pulls out, admiring the own mess on his lower stomach. You wince at the sore feeling and pull him towards you. This time, he follows your command. Breathless bodies mould into each other, finding their place after too long being apart. At the back of your mind, you know you should be making your way to the bathroom, but Erwin’s heavy body lying on your chest is enough to remind you to focus on the moment. For this is where you belong.

“You know, you should be flattered, Erwin.” You nudge his arm weakly as you lay together, bodies entangled in a random set of pyjamas you begrudgingly forced yourself to change into. “No one has better hands than you.”

He laughs. “I am flattered,” he says. “I just like teasing you.”

“No- you have a degradation kink.”

“Yes, that too.”

Even as you were taking a shower together, Erwin’s subtle attempts at having you admit you couldn’t make yourself cum did not go unnoticed. You suppose it’s an ego-thing, but then you realise it’s more. The power of being the only person able to bring you that much bliss is power Erwin thrives on. And despite the money wasted on your pink vibrator, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Still,” Erwin muses and a small smile plays across his lips. “I did expect the photo Hange took to at least help a little.”

Every muscle in your body stills and your eyes suddenly widen. Oh come on. You try to tell yourself that there’s simply nothing wrong with having a photo of your naked husband, but it’s more than that. You know it. Erwin knows it. And by the way he’s smiling, you also know that plastered on your face is the guiltiest of looks. In your poor attempt to escape his gaze by turning your back to him, Erwin chuckles and shakes his head, hugging you closer.

“That’s not fair!” You exclaim.

“It’s not?”

“No!”

You try to wiggle out of his grasp, but Erwin is made of steel. Why do you expect to get away with anything anymore? Erwin Smith is beyond two moves ahead- he’s finished the game before you’ve even started.

“Did you really think I didn’t notice?” 

“Shut up!” You whine. “Why do you have to be such a smartass about it? Let me think I win.”

“Alright, alright.” Erwin chuckles and places a kiss on your forehead. “You’re my winner. Always.”

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Virgin No More

Description: Reader is a virgin and masturbates a ton. The boys tease her and then Asmodeus fucks her and makes her not a virgin anymore

Warnings: NSFW, Squirting, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, First Time Sex, Masturbation, Cunnilingus

Pairing(s): Asmodeus/Reader

Word Count: 8,004

Link to my AO3: Click Here

Author’s Notes: I really hope you enjoy this, I had tons of fun writing it :)

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There was nothing like waking up horny after having wonderful dreams and vigorously masturbating. You couldn’t help yourself, living with 7 incredibly handsome demons did things to your virgin body that just hadn’t ever happened before. Imaging Lucifer’s dark red eyes above you or his velvet voice urging you to be a good girl, or Asmodeus’ charm actually working on you and having him touch you all over and do the same back to him. Or, one of your favorite dreams, Beel and Belphie fucking you together, but this one started out with Beel licking your pussy and getting you wet and prepared for their cocks.

You gasped, flicking over your clit just imagining it again. The sheets were sticking to you as you touched your body in all the ways you liked to be touched as a thin gleam of sweat covered your body from the excitement. Softly you rubbed over your labia with your middle and index finger, circling, then they entered your vagina with a wet squelch. Using your thumb to press your clitoris as you stretched your inner walls you plunged as deep as you could go. Fuck it felt so good. You pictured it was Satan above you, his demanding voice telling you to go deeper and deeper. As your other hand gripped the edge of the bed you lifted your back off it and rocked your hips into your hand.

You couldn’t remember the last day you hadn’t touched yourself. It was about a week ago or more. Your finger was probably useless in the future for anything like finger prints because you had definitely rubbed your clit one too many times.

Back arching as you reached your limit, you shut your eyes, picturing Lucifer looming above you, commanding you to cum with his wings and horns on show, magic rippling around the both of you. Tremors overcame you, lights dancing in your tightly closed eyes, and your body rocked out the orgasm until you fell on to the bed, fully sated.

“Fuck yes,” you sighed, taking your hand out from under the sheets. It was sticky from your own fluids, and so was the bedding. You were a squirter and really should have put a towel down but oh well.

It was time to get ready for the day now. You got dressed in a comfortable pair of black leggings and a soft flowing short-sleeved blue blouse with flowers. Then you curled your hair just so it had some shape and put in some stud earrings and some light make up, blush and lip stick and eye liner with soft pink eye shadow and minimal mascara. Finally a pair of flats to wear for the day.

There was not school for two days so you happily strolled to breakfast, ready to eat whatever Beel made as it was his turn. He always thought of you and made really good human food. The others tried, but he did the best out of all of them.

The atmosphere was bright in the dining room and as soon as you came in they all greeted you with good mornings. You said the same back and took your seat between Mammon and Leviathan, excited to see pancakes and bacon and jams alongside their own types of breakfast foods.

The only one not in the room was Belphie. As you said this, he came in, taking a seat beside his twin opposite you and Mammon. It was the typical seating arrangement, but usually you took whatever seat was open, and Mammon was pretty upset whenever you didn’t sit by him at breakfast so you made sure to do it often.

Belphegor looked at you and you waited for his good morning that always came in a yawn, but then he said something else entirely. “Could you please stop doing that so often? It’s been days and I can’t get any sleep with your pheromones lurking in the halls so damned early,” Belphie complained. He put his head down on the table atop his pillow, and shut his eyes.

You turned bright red, and you dropped your fork to the plate of pancakes. It clattered and the sound echoed the room. “W-what?”

Satan snickered at you childishly from where he sat beside Levi. “What he meant was your masturbation marathon, kitten. We’ve been wondering when it will end.”

“Yeah, it’s been hard on me too!” Asmo said with a pout, between Belphie and Lucifer at the head of the table. “I love the smell and it makes me feel amazing and super refreshed but goodness you really need to get fucked, my dear. A good dick will make all the difference, how about it?”

Mammon hollered at Asmo while you sat there, in shock. The white-haired demon slammed his hands on the table and screamed across the long table, looking at Satan and Asmo as he screamed. “Hey, stop it! Enough talk about dick! She doesn’t deserve this, okay?! Fuck you all!”

Levi was bright red beside him. “Y-yeah! Th-th-this is not something we should be talking about!”

You vaguely noticed Lucifer as he nodded twice. He stared down the three demons responsible, and said, “Yes, I agree. This is not appropriate talk during breakfast. It will cease now.”

“Whatever.” Bephie rolled his eyes, and Beel looked at him very disappointedly.

Your chest ached. Your eyes burned. Before you knew it, you were gone from the table. Everyone was shouting at you, but you ignored them all as you ran to an empty room. It held a couple chairs and a couch as well as an empty fireplace, but not much else. You turned on the lights and stood there, facing away from the doorway to stare at the brick wall.

There was no school today. It was Saturday. You had planned on studying with Satan but now…

You sobbed into your arms, embarrassed and upset and feeling dirty. You really should have known that living in a house with literal demons that had heightened senses would mean they could sense your personal activities. But it hurt how they teased you. That could have been handled better. You were only human and had needs, too, and they should have understood how it would feel to be called out on touching yourself like that. Stupid Belphie, stupid Satan, stupid Asmo. You hated them.

The door was opened behind you. You turned sharply, and saw Asmo come in, shutting the door behind him.

“What?” you asked. “Come to make fun of me?”

Asmo shook his head, seeming pitiful in his stance. “My dear, we were only teasing,” he said with apologetic eyes. “It’s a natural thing to do and we didn’t mean any harm by what we said to you.”

You sniffled and wiped over your face which was no doubt red and splotchy. “You didn’t ha-have to be so rude about it. I’m sorry for being innocent, okay? It’s not like anyone would want… me…” you said, gesturing to your body.

Asmo gasped. “Love, you are so wrong about that. I want you every day.” He stepped closer, backing you up in the room. His eyes roamed over your body that still trembled from being verbally harassed. “I want you so badly, I’ve made that clear, have I not? And hearing you each morning and night experience such pleasure at your own hands makes me want to give you even more with my own.”

You inhaled sharply, face burning red. “A-Asmo!”

He grinned like a shark, eyes flashing with lustful power. “Oh how I wish I could charm you, my dear, then you would truly see. But alas, I will just have to show you in other ways how much I want you.”

“I-I don’t…”

“Shhh,” he said, finally backing you up into the wall, and you hit it with a gasp and a grunt. His arms surrounded you, and he wasn’t as tall as Beel but he still leaned down to look you in the eyes. “Let me take care of you, please your lovely body. Can I do that… for you?”

You stared at him, his luscious lips, his burning desire-filed eyes. You felt his warmth and smelt his cologne, fruity and delicate. This was like a fantasy. Were you dreaming?

“Well, my darling?” he asked, hot breath burning your cheek. His lips brushed ever so on your face. “Can I touch you, can I feel your beautiful body against mine? Will you allow me to give you great pleasure?”

You whimpered, almost falling down the wall. He giggled and caught you in his arms, holding you up by an arm around your waist. Your head was down, so he titled it up with one long elegant finger beneath your chin, and his face was inches away, eyes looking intently at you.

“So delicate. But I can only guess, not as innocent as others may think, am I right?” You were going to shake your head, but he grabbed your chin in between his fingers and said, “Well? I’m not letting you go until I get an answer…” Asmo tapped gently at your lips with his manicured index finger. “I’m not so patient, my dear.”

You thought. And thought and thought and thought. This should be easy right? Just say yes, and Asmo, the Lust avatar, would make you feel amazing of course. He was the embodiment of pleasure. Narcissistic, but still he had to make his lovers feel great, otherwise they would not come back to him nor would he have so many admirers. And your dreams of his touch, his naked figure on top your own, lithe and powerful and gorgeous, was no longer just that. He was going to make dreams reality. He was going to make you feel good.

You were a virgin, but not an idiot.

So it was easy after all to say, “Yes.”

Asmodeus grinned again. “Well well, then, my darling little virgin. Let’s play, shall we?”

You took the hand he offered, and he led you away to his room. He kissed your hand as he felt it shake and his smile softened. “Don’t worry your pretty little human head. I’ll take good care of you! Oh, were going to have so much fun!”

You knew he meant that. Asmo was never anything but kind to you (when you didn’t count the beginning of your stay when mostly all of the demon brothers hated you, until you proved to them you were not some weak human and could get through almost anything, even death).

“Come inside my room, little lamb,” he said, tugging you into his room. He shut the door, and caged you in his arms with a hug, rocking you back and forth like soothing an upset child. It was sudden, but not unwanted. He obviously could sense your nervousness.

You relaxed into it, and he stroked your locks. His hands were warm and comforting as they circled down your back and up again, and he hummed a nonchalant tune in your ear. Then, he plucked off your bra like it was nothing, and you gasped and froze in his grip as it was flung across the room behind you both.

He just laughed in your ear. “I am very skilled at that.”

“Yeah, I can see,” you said in shock.

He laughed again. His hands gripped your upper arms and he looked at you. “Let’s see… how about we get you more comfortable, yes? Into my closet! I’ve got just the thing!”

You, once again, were tugged along. His closet was… an entire bedroom basically, shelfs and rows of clothes and shoes and coats and scarfs. “Wow.” It was like a rich woman’s room. So many colors and textures. Your fingers ran over the clothes as Asmo dragged you deeper into the fabric tunnel.

“Here we are!” He let go of you only to grab you once again. “Change into this, and I’ll be waiting for you.” He winked as he dropped some stuff in your hands. “It makes it more fun!” and he stepped away, back out of the closet.

You stood there, dumfounded. The clothes you were given were… not many at all. It was a dress, stockings, and wow that was a very thin pair of underwear. String, honestly. You sighed, but nodded. You could do this. This was everything you had ever wanted and more. Gather some courage and if you did that, you would no longer be a virgin. Getting fucked by the Avatar of Lust as your first time was honestly pretty unbelievable.

“Okay, yes, I can do this,” you mumbled as you started stripping your clothes off. Just thinking that Asmo was waiting for you to come out in the clothes he picked made you start to feel hot.

Eventually you stood in only your panties as he had already taken off your bra. Then, off with the underwear you wore, simply colored light blue with little white flowers. You slipped on the thin gown, it barely reached the edge of your ass. It was a white lace baby doll with a sheer lace neckline with a scalloped trim. Thin spaghetti straps with a satin waist tie with bow accent. You did like the bow, because you loved anything with a bow. You also liked the bottom of the skirt where flower patterns in lace traveled up just enough to hide the sheerness of the rest of the gown. There was also a matching white thong to go with it and you put that on, feeling the string of it slip between your folds and your ass cheeks.

Honestly, you had no idea why he wanted you to change clothing. Maybe because Asmo wanted to dress you up like he always did. Or, you thought more deeply, he finally had the chance to see you in sluttier and sexier clothing, and that he would have the chance to take it off of you.

You felt really good in this outfit, actually. Sexy and soft, a bit cold but that was fine. You felt yourself over with your hands, nerves tingling as your fingers ran across your nipples and down to your hips over the soft fabric.

Taking a deep breath, you readied yourself. It was time to show him your new look.

You came out of the closet, shy and head bowed. You held an arm across your chest and used one hand to pull the bottom of the nightie down. Standing at the edge of the closet entrance you waited for him to say something.

“Ahh, a beautiful angel is in my room. I can’t wait to defile her~”

Your face flushed deep red at his words. “A-asmo, I—” And you looked up then to see him sitting on his bed now. He lounged back against his plethora of pillows. He had changed into a new outfit, one that was sans a shirt and only skin tight black pants. His legs spread wide, one leg propped up with his arm hanging over it.

He smirked at you, and used a long finger to curl towards himself, inviting you over. He tilted his head and licked his lips. “Why don’t you put on a show for me, hmm?”

“A-a show?”

He nodded, giggling. “Dance, shimmy your hips, but do it seductively.”

“You’re teasing me again,” you whined, pushing your legs together. You felt the thong rub your labia and become damp.

He moaned, and the sound went right to your core. “Yes, but it makes you feel good, doesn’t it?”

You slowly nodded your head in response. Because he was right. Your pussy was leaking, and the thin piece of cloth pressed up against your clit and it felt so good. Squeezing together your thighs as subtly as you could, you held back a whimper.

“Don’t hide your sounds from me,” he said knowingly. “I want to hear them all from those pretty lips!”

You walked closer to him, until you stood at the edge of his bed. You didn’t know what to do, so you just stood there, biting your lip. You were so unsure of what to do and what to say. Having fantasies and dreams were different, you could do whatever you wanted and didn’t have to feel so embarrassed about it. Not like you had control in your dreams, but still.

Asmo sighed. “All right, my sweet, come here,” he cooed, opening his arms for you. “Let me hold you, I want to feel you in my arms in that sexy little number.”

You crawled on the bed, forever red in the face, and he watched every inch of you as you did. Hands and knees, careful not to let your breasts fall loose by sticking your belly downward and thus sticking your ass up. He pulled you into his chest, your face pressed into the crevasse of his shoulder and neck while your arms snuck over his shoulders. He smelled so good it made you feel even hotter. Your breasts pushed against his abs, and your stiff nipples hidden beneath thin material rubbed against his hard bare chest. You couldn’t stop yourself from exhaling heatedly on his skin.

“You look so beautiful, baby. I’m so glad to have you in my embrace.”

His hand came to rest over the swell of your ass, the other wandering around your inner thigh. Being bare all aside from the thong made you feel dirty and fantastic. You shimmed a bit, and he made a happy sound. His fingers pulled the string like a rubber band to snap, and you cried out from the yanking it did to your pussy.

His smooth voice moaned into your ear, fingers on your thigh scratching a bit, causing you to grit your teeth from the painful pleasure. “I want to get my fingers inside of you, make you suck them clean of your own juices. You’re leaking all over, my dear.”

You sobbed into his shoulder. “Please,” you begged.

“Hnnn, yes, beg for me more, I want to hear you.”

“Can I—” and you stopped yourself, embarrassed to ask.

He stroked your hair back, kissed your temple. “No, no, don’t hide what you want. I’m here to make you feel good and I want you to tell me what that is. What do you want, just tell me, darling, and I’ll provide.”

You shivered. “Can you kiss me?”

He said nothing to it, only maneuvering the both of you until you sat on your knees in front of him. His hand rested on your lower back, soothing thumb rubbing in circles on the small of it. Looking at him from beneath thick lashes, you waited.

“Darling,” he whispered, reaching to cup your cheek. He kissed like you were a delicate flower, and you were. His tongue never came into play surprisingly. He played with your lips like he was eating a slice of an orange, suckling your bottom into his mouth and moaning like he got all the right flavors out. His hand held your face still, and you leaned as far in as you could, eyes closed softly, head tilted upward to meet him. It was slow and gentle and sweet, his lips melding seamlessly with yours.

“So perfect for me,” he murmured, thumb stroking your cheekbone. “I want to devour you.”

You looked at him, feeling debauched from just a simple kiss, while he looked the same, a hint of red to his cheeks and shine to his lips. Yours no doubt had the same shine and you licked them, feeling wetness.

“Then do it,” you said with false bravado.

He chuckled almost darkly. “Am I already corrupting you?” he teased.

“Maybe you are,” you said back.

He kissed you again, a soft peck of lips. “I want to kiss you everywhere.” He wasn’t soft then, his hands reaching to cup your tits. You moaned and pushed up into them, almost gifting your breasts to him. He squeezed them, and thumbed your nipples.

“Ah-hhaa,” you exhaled, cheeks reddening and lashes fluttering. You rocked forward, pleasuring yourself with the motion, squeezing your ass cheeks to tighten the string against you. Your thighs were together to hide what would be your pussy bare for him to see.

“Are you making yourself feel good?” he cooed, pinching your nipples and tugging. You gasped, jaw dropping. “I see your hips moving, my dear. I think you should rock against something more… sturdy.”

He lifted you up around your waist, and you squealed in shock, while he simply laughed. You were put on his extended leg on your knees, then, and your pussy was pressed directly onto it. It was a pressure so sudden and wonderful. Your head shot back and your hands gripped the bedding on either side of you in tight curled hands. “Ahh~”

He held your hips, and strongly, too. His fingers encasing either side of you and he shoved his leg up to put more force against you. “Such a gorgeous site, you pleasuring yourself on me.”

You shook your head, overwhelmed, breathing heavily. “Asmo, please, let me—”

“Let you what?” he asked innocently, head titled.

Move, you wanted to say. But he held you still, and just looked at you in glee. Your pussy throbbed on his leg and you wondered if he could feel it through his thin tight pants.

“Do you want to move against me, use me like a toy?”

“Yes, yes, I do!”

He let you go, and you moved immediately. Unashamed and needy. Motions of back and forth, occasional side to side, circles then. Chasing the shocks of pleasure brought to your clit and labia.

“Look at you go. Does it feel so good?” He wiggled his leg, and you cried out. “I love watching you let loose, this is an entirely different side of you I completely adore~”

You weren’t paying attention, lost in the pleasure. Having him watch you use him to feel the occasional brush against your clit was extremely arousing. The embarrassment of it turned you on, too. He was feeling you up while you rocked on him. His fingers trailing over your upper arms, into the dip of your neck. Goosebumps arose where he left phantom touches.

“Asmo, I-I want, I need to—” you exhaled through your nose, teeth grit and lips pushed out in concentration.

“I know, you want to cum so badly, don’t you?” he whined sympathetically.

You nodded and agreed, “yeah...”

“Well, I won’t stop you, my dear.”

And you let go, pressing hard down against his pant leg and shimmying your hips to ignite that fire in your belly. Your head tossed back so far your neck ached as you came with a jolt, moaning deeply. Clit pulsating, pussy clenching around nothing but a thin string. Knowing he was watching you, letting you complete the sparking pleasure by keeping still, simply holding your hips while you rode him like a cowgirl would a bull, there was no way to describe the desire you felt.

You panted, relaxing your body and head once the fire simmered down. Slumped almost, tired from the loud orgasm you just had. You swallowed hard, and exhaled, feeling sweat built on your body cooling from the exertion of chasing your completion.

Asmo hummed, stroking his fingers over your burning cheeks. “You got my pants soaked, lovely.”

“S-sorry…”

“It’s all right. I didn’t think you’d be such a… leaker…” he winked.

“Hnng, please….” He was so embarrassing. Your body was spent, but it was as if you knew this wasn’t the end because you were just waiting for him to do more, and he waited for you to come down fully from the high.

He carefully lifted you up to set you between his legs. You whimpered at the motion, any movement causing stinging pleasure to spark down below. “I think you should get naked, what do you say?”

You whined. Just as you guessed. Well, he did say he was going to fuck you, and that was definitely not fucking. You basically used him like a dog would, and it made your insides burn, like an ember wanting to burst into a new fire. You glanced to his crotch and saw he was bulging and hard, and it had to be painful to be keeping his cock encased in leather for so long without release.

“I-I guess…”

He pouted at you. “I want to see all of you. Especially that leaking little pussy.”

You gasped at his words, feeling more juices dribble from your inner core onto the bedding. “S-stop, I can’t…”

“You can’t help it, hmm? This innocent part of you is getting so wet, it’s ready to be played with. That’s a good thing, my dear. I’ll touch it and fill it with my fingers and tongue and make you cum hard enough that you just might pass out. Then, I’ll fill you with my cock.”

Fuck, yes. This was everything you had dreamed of, and he was going to give it to you. “Please…”

“Shhh, just take off the clothes, my sweet, and I’ll make you feel even more pleasure,” he promised.

His words made your entire body clench. Yes, the flame was on full blast again. So you sat back on your knees, and exhaled. Eyes closed, you lifted up the bottom of the lingerie and pulled it up, tossed it across the room. You then held your breasts in each hand, looking to the side to avoid his gaze.

He did not hesitate to turn your head back to look directly into his eyes. He kissed you again, his tongue dipping to press to yours for a quick moment, your instinct to follow it with your own making him sigh happily. He breathed against your mouth, “stunning. You’re so stunning, sweetheart.”

He placed you back against the pillows in a quick motion, and once you re-oriented yourself you saw he was in full demonic form above you. His pink-tipped horns and leathery wings, and his eyes were bright with Lust. He was beautiful. The embodiment of it honestly.

You didn’t even register you were no longer holding your tits until he reached out to brush his hands across your belly and tickle upwards. You blushed, fingers twitching, wanting to hide but knowing he really wanted to see your nude body.

He smirked, and the energy in the room grew heated. “Are you ready for my tongue on your pussy, angel?”

You squirmed for a moment, feeling the thong cooling and wet against your lower lips counter act with the new pooling heat building within you. “'m ready.”

“For what, exactly?”

You glared at him. “Asmo…”

“Hush, you can say it, I believe in you,” he said with a sweet kiss to your forehead. “One sentence and I will make your body feel so good~”

You wanted him desperately. You had to say it.

As you spoke, you felt a blush cover your entire body. “Please, Asmo, I’m ready for your tongue on my… on my pussy.”

“Good girl.”

Asmo knelt down to kiss your bare stomach. His hands carefully pulled your thighs apart, and you resisted for a moment. He glanced up at you, and smiled softly, encouraging with his pretty face that he would be good to you. And that you knew already. So you let go, and his face was inches from your core, your thighs trembling.

“Let’s get this off you first,” he said, tugging the string against your hip with his finger. It snapped like magic (probably was magic) and he pulled it away, the feeling of it sliding against you causing a squirm. You were totally nude. Naked all for him.

He inhaled deeply, shivering hungrily. “Mmm, you smell so delicious. I need to taste you now.”

His tongue flickering on your clit was a shock even with his words. It made you gasp, and your hands automatically gripped his head of hair that was between your legs, then your fingers slipped to grasp his horns which were warm, feeling the smoothness and ridged edges between your digits.

He moaned as you tugged on him, speaking around your wetness, “Keep doing that, hold me here to lick you open.”

You cried out when he flickered his tongue against the sensitive nub between your folds. His hands pulled you open by your inner thighs so he could really get in there, press against your labia and lick upwards to then suckle your clit between his lips, and as he did so he made soft sounds that added vibrations. It was incredible what he was doing to you with his tongue, flickering it and flattening it in all the right spots.

“Asmo, feels good,” you panted, shoving him further into you. He did ask for it after all.

“Baby, you taste so good,” he moaned.

Spreading your thighs spread so wide it burned from the ache and pushing your body up into his mouth, it wasn’t long before you felt yourself closing in on another orgasm. You tried to let him know but he was seemingly uncaring of it. He hummed against your folds and suckled your clit with his mouth. His tongue was warm and wet. He was deep into giving you pleasure so you focused on climbing higher and higher, but you wanted this to last, too, so you tried to keep the pleasure at the highest point before you crashed down.

Eventually your hands let go of his horns, slipping through is silky locks and down to your own body to play with your own breasts, your nipples were rock hard and aching so you tugged them and moaned. You looked down at Asmo while he ate you out, and it was so hot to watch his head bob around between your legs. What a sight to see, the Lust avatar licking your most intimate parts.

He stopped for a quick moment when he heard you moan, and smirked with a sheen on his lips, “You look so gorgeous tugging your little nipples, darling,” he said, squeezing your thighs.

“You’re more gorgeous,” you blurted out, and blushed, keeping your hands on your breasts but feeling a little shy about it.

He laughed, “You’re so cute,” he then went back to lick more.

You wanted it to last, the feeling of his tongue on you. So you kept your own orgasm at bay a little more, delaying your own gratification just to hold onto the wondrous things he was doing to your vagina. If only you could stay like this forever, feeling this great until you died. What a fantastic thought. You never wanted this to end.

After a few minutes of getting his spectacular tongue, he kissed your inner thigh and spoke sweetly, “Darling, while I love how well you are doing at holding back, and that’s definitely something I would really like to explore, the sooner you cum, the sooner I can get inside of you.”

He was right, and it was getting to difficult anyways. You let yourself reach peak, it wasn't difficult with how close you had been, and came once again. This time with a powerful spurt across his face. Your entire body was red with embarrassment, but the pleasure coursing through you kept you from speaking. You glanced down to see him licking his lips, his cheeks and lips coated in a shimmer of almost clear white. Your own body’s juices, all over Asmo’s face.

He smirked at you, his wings fluttering. He was literally glowing. The pink tips of his horns seemed brighter. “My, you’re so sweet to give me such a lovely present.” He wiped a finger across his cheek, collected some of your fluids, and seductively sucked his finger. With a wet pop, his finger left his perfect ‘O’ mouth and he did this a few times while you just lay there, still coming down from the high, watching with awe, until he was clean again.

He leaned over you and kissed you, and you kissed back eagerly, tasting yourself on his tongue. It was a sour sweet taste, melding with his own candy sweet tongue. He hummed and moaned. The taste of you made your body tingle, it was a dirty kind of sexy.

Once he was done giving you the taste of your pussy on your tongue, he leaned back on his heels and rubbed his fingers delicately across your skin wherever he could touch you. Your legs, chest, stomach, your face, he did this while you calmed down from your second orgasm. The gesture was really sweet and you ended up smiling goofy at him at one moment, and he chuckled.

“Are you with me?”

You nodded. “Yeah…”

The back of his fingers ran across your ribs, back and forth, and he watched them and asked, “Do you want my cock now, dear?”

“Y-yes...”

“Wonderful~”

Undressing the rest of the way, so just his pants tore off (he didn’t wear underwear), he was totally nude in no time. His body was erotic personified. He was basically putting himself on show for you, as was his personality, so you took the chance to really look at his sexy body while he sat there, letting you stare at him.

The heart patterns on his skin stood out, darker at the edges and very bright in the center, as if they absorbed magic from your orgasms and fueled him. His whole body was pure art. Strong, lean, sexual art. His wings were something out of a storybook with fairies, dark fairies maybe, and they fluttered ever so often like he was a dog wagging his tail. Your heart beat faster as your gaze moved down his chest to his cock. No hair, thick, long, and his cockhead was red with pre-cum leaking at the tip, ready to be touched, or ready to be stuffed inside you.

“Do you like what you see, darling? Can you picture me filling you up?” he teased, his hand gripping his shaft, pumping it slowly.

What a sight that was. You swallowed loudly as he did this a few times before realizing he asked a question so you replied with a single, “Yes.”

He was totally right. You imagined him entering you, stretching you apart with the mushroom head of his weeping cock. Your pussy was drooling for him, clenching around nothing, aching from earlier activities but yearning for more. The permanent blush on your face was a clear indicator of your eagerness for him to fuck you.

“Let’s get you ready~” He was ecstatic, but you were nervous, biting your lip and squirming a little. “It’s all right. Lay back now, sweetie, get comfortable for me. Relax, you’re going to feel so good when I get my cock in you.”

You did as he said, and relaxed back. You threw your arm over your eyes, nervous, blocking out the rooms dim lighting and the chance he could see your face red and cringing. Your body was overstimulated but you found yourself needing more, needing his cock like he promised you. But the embarrassment of him sticking his cock inside of you, while incredibly hot, was also scary. You never had anything more than some toys or fingers before all this.

“All right hon, keep these legs wide open for me,” he said, tapping your thighs.

You spread them open, heart beating faster. You could feel him inching closer to your dripping core, and you held your breathe for a few seconds and exhaled shakily. You wanted this, desperately, but why couldn’t you just snap your fingers and have it over with so he could fuck you senseless already.

Asmo rubbed your leg, cooing at you as he did. “Take a few deep breaths, it’s all okay. Can I see your pretty face, pretty please?”

You dropped the arm from across your face, but still kept looking above you instead of at him.

“There she is, my gorgeous girl,” he said happily, squeezing your thigh with his large warm hand.

He didn’t do anything for a few moments, and you heard something snap, a bottle popping open. Suddenly his fingers pressed to your entrance, wet and cold. Your body tensed up and you began whimpering, unable to stop the sounds from escaping you.

“Shhh. I’ve got to stretch you open with lube, dear, your own juices just aren’t enough.”

Oh fuck. He was right, but did he have to say it like that? “Okay…”

He giggled at your blushing cheeks. “So cute!”

Your hands clawed the sheets as he stuffed his fingers inside of you, and it was cold for a moment but then warm, and he was pumping them in and out slowly, dragging them across your inner walls.

“You’re leaking all over my hand, it’s so fucking hot. I never knew you were such a leaker, sweetie, it’s so rare and lovely to watch my fingers get coated in your lovely juices.”

“Ah~ Asmo, stop talking like that,” you begged, feeling warmed lube and your body’s fluids trickle from your hole.

He giggled. “Aw, I think you love it, my dear. Your pussy gets so tight around my fingers when I say naughty things.”

“Nnngg, please,” you babbled.

He pressed his third finger in after a few minutes of the two pulling you open, and you grit your teeth as he did so up to his knuckle, twisting and pulling you apart. It burned your entrance, while his fingertips pressed against your puffy wet insides, stroking, soothing the sting.

“I know it hurts, but I promise it’ll feel better soon.”

He did this for several minutes, the wet squelching the only sound aside from your panting and gasping. Eventually you started to feel good, the burning pain turning up the heat inside your belly. You started begging for more, asking for him to fuck you.

“Asmo, fuck me, please, I’m ready.”

“Not yet, my sweet. I want to make sure your totally stretched for my cock~”

You half sobbed, gripping the sheets in your hand. Your hips wiggled, and he held onto your thigh to keep you still. You almost growled in anger. “Asmo!”

“Impatient, are we?” He was acting mischievous and you hated him for it.

You were ready, you knew it. “Please,” you sniffled out this time, batting your lashes at him.

He took pity on you, or you really were fully prepared to how he wanted you. “All right, my dear,” he lubed up his cock. His hand slid up and down his shaft, and his face was in ecstasy while he did, his cock not having gotten much attention. You wondered what he looked like while masturbating, he had to look so fucking sexy touching himself. Did he deny himself, or did he cum over and over? The thought had your body shivering, and he chuckled like he knew exactly what you were imagining. He felt your desire, so maybe he did.

“Here we go,” he said, lining his well-lubed dick against your stretched open leaking hole, grinning as he did, his leather wings fluttering. Slowly, he pushed inside of you, and it burned at first like his fingers initially did. He exhaled once the tip was fully inside, and you tossed your head back, waiting for him to stuff you to the brim with his cock. He slid in deeper, halfway about, and his length throbbed inside your wet slickness, your pussy doing the same.

“So tight and wet, I love this feeling.” He took your hips in his hands, lifting you upward just off the bed so your ass was barely brushing the sheets. Gasping as he did, you fumbled to grip onto the bedding with your hands. “I’m going to fuck you so good you’re not going to do anything but come to me from now on. I'm the only one who can give this to you, the only one who is allowed to fuck this tight hot pussy.”

“Ahh, Asmo…. Hnngg!” You cried out as he fully entered you, breaking your inner wall. It stung, a sharp pain that was just as bad as you thought it would be. You tasted copper in your mouth even though you were not bleeding.

He leaned over you and kissed under your teary eyes, fingers stroking your hips comfortingly. “It’s all right, take your time. You tell me when, love,” he whispered.

Your chest ached. Your core was sensitive. But you calmed down with him touching you, speaking nonsense adorations. Really feeling him surrounding you inside and out helped, focusing on his cock, warm and thick, pulsating. He wanted to move but would wait for you, and you did not want to wait any longer.

“Move, Asmo, I want to feel you move in me,” you panted out. You tilted your head to meet his mouth, and he kissed you happily, and started to move his hips.

Slowly at first he fucked you so you could get used to him. His cock tugged and pushed your inner walls, never fully exiting but stretching your opening as he slipped back into you until his balls rested just so against you. His cock fit wonderfully, pressed perfectly to that special spot deep inside of you to cause a sharp tingle throughout your body.

“Faster, please,” you asked, licking your dry lips.

He hummed, “Whatever you want, my sweet.”

The quick and sharp thrusts were fantastic. He hit all the right spots, curved your body to meet his in a seamless fit. Your hands were all over him and he loved it, arching into each touch you gave him, whether it was his horns, chest, or hair. He was so hot and firm, and you loved feeling the motions as he fucked you.

You pressed your face into his chest, gripping his shoulders, drooling on him without care. You were bent into him as he slammed his cock deep into you, tour nipples dragged over his firm burning skin. You didn’t hold back the sharp gasps or sudden moans when he hit your mass of tissue that gave of great waves of brilliant pleasure.

“Asmo, feels so good,” you cried out.

“You’re amazing,” he said, pounding you harder. “I want to feel you cum and clench this slick pussy around me.”

After coming so many times already, could you do it once more? Yes, you had to. When would you get this chance again, your first time, and with Asmodeus. You never wanted anything more than him right then. You desperately wanted to cum on his cock.

You pushed against him, following his movements. Push and pull, hips to hips, and wet and messy kissing to go along with it all from an awkward angle of you tilting your head up to meet his enthusiastic mouth. The motions got harder and faster, your body would no doubt be bruised tomorrow. Perhaps you had wanted a gentler first time, but right then, the roughness was something you craved. The rougher the better, and the closer you got to feeling another orgasm approaching.

“Asmo, ‘m so hot,” your fingernails clipped his skin as you clung to him.

“Oh, baby, I feel your desire for me, it’s so good, so sexy.” He bit your ear, tugging it, and you cried out, tightening around his cock.

Your body was tense, toes curling and muscles taught. The room was burning hot and sweat was dripping on your skin as you both moved together to reach an explosive ending.

“Do you want me to touch your clit, my dear? Will that help you cum around me?”

You nodded frantically, “Please, yes, touch me!”

“Hmm, where am I touching you again?” he teased.

You grabbed his horns and pulled yourself up more to stare into his eyes, and you did so with intensity. You had no time for games, you wanted to cum again. “Touch my clit, Asmodeus, so I can cum on your beautiful cock.”

He grinned devilishly and kissed you roughly, the hands previously holding your hips now gripped either side of your face for him to clash his teeth with your own, your body dropping down to the bed and causing as sharp painful pleasure to ignite in your pussy. “I’ve created a horny monster,” he laughed around your lips. "I love it."

You fell back onto the bed, and he crawled over you, his cock twitching inside you. He found a new rhythm, and watched your face as he fucked you.

He looked at your breasts and said firmly, “Pinch those nipples for me.”

You did, and as you touched your pert nipples, his finger found your clitoris and rubbed over it. It was nearly numb, and so swollen and wet, but the pressure aided you and gave you more to add to the list of pleasure spots being stimulated on your entire body. Your nipples tugged by your own hands, your pussy filled by his dick bumping your G-spot, and your clit was being stroked with his skilled finger. It was too much at once to handle.

“I-I’m gonna—”

Euphoria fell over you. Your hands reached up to grip his horns and your legs pulled him into you, almost keeping him seated inside while he pulled your orgasm from your body with his thick cock hitting your spot at the same time his thumb pressed against your clit. Your mouth opened wide, no sound came out, only hot puffs of air, and your hips uncontrollably thrusted as you chased the pleasure to the very end.

“So sexy when you cum on my cock, let me fill you up with my cum.”

Hot, wet pulsations came after he spoke, and he kept still while he filled you with his cum. You looked at him with blurry, heated eyes, mouth dry and body sticky with sweat, tingling from cuming around his dick. He was absolutely beautiful. Glowing eyes, sparkling from orgasm, leather wings fully spread apart, wide and wonderful and gorgeous. He kissed you, then, and you lazily kissed back, spent and exhausted.

He slipped out of you, and you winced. A puddle of wetness escaped you, a mixture of him and you no doubt. How much did he cum inside of you? You couldn’t tell, you were so wet and sticky all over.

He kissed you gently on the forehead, smoothing away your hair sticking to your face. “Hmm, you were amazing, my dear. Rest for a little while, okay? I’ll clean you up.”

You hummed in response, practically dead to the world, and he chuckled. You sank into the pillows, ready to nap. Until he spoke once more, just as you were about to fully slip into unconsciousness.

“Oh, and next time you touch yourself, I want to watch~”

[golddaggers]

wRoNg

not my gif just randomly taken out of google

pairing: thor x reader

warnings: it’s nsfw, if you squint, there’s a bit of a breeding kink. 

a/n: twice in the same week??? i feel so proud of myself xD but i am hopeful you will enjoy it! leave likes, reblogs or maybe some comments if you do. 

word count: about 1,5k. a quick little ditty.

It was the last thing you should be doing. 

Still, as your hips ground against his, you couldn’t find in yourself to think why it was so bad. You were both in need of releasing tension. What a better way to do that if not in bed? Sure, it wasn’t healthy. Most of the time you hated each other. Always bickering, with bitter remarks about battle stances. You’d say he was always relying on his hammer instead of having a proper fight technique and he’d reply you weren’t exactly playing on muscle strength when using your sorceress powers. It would go on forever if the others wouldn’t chime in saying you were being annoying. 

Much to your surprise, you found him alone drinking. It’d been a rough week. You shouldn’t be so baffled he’d turn to alcohol when you were about to do the same. Sitting side by side, a few drinks on you, you realised he wasn’t so bad after all. Thor could be a nice company if he wanted to. Lighthearted jokes and pearly white smiles. Tomorrow you’d blame it on being intoxicated, but you were, doubtlessly, into him. 

The invite over to your home hadn’t been awkward. Thor accepted it without even blinking twice. An arm wrapping around your shoulders as you both swayed your way out of the dimly lit club. Neither could drive, so you walked. His skin against yours was electrical. Literally. You winced in pain when the shock first hit you, hearing his hoarse voice apologise, thick in his own inebriation. 

Your place wasn’t far. After a few minutes long walk, you were there, fumbling with the keys, trying to get the right one in the lock. As soon as the door clicked closed, he pressed you against it, the lips you fancied kissing on your neck, his warm tongue on your skin, sucking, marking while his hands squeezed your bare arms. It was a summer night, so you were dressed in short Levi’s shorts and an off-shoulder beige shirt.

A strangled sound slipped when he pulled in down, revealing the black strapless bra you had on. You’d be in serious trouble with your neighbours, because the way Thor kept touching you, you simply couldn’t tone it down, moans growing louder as his beard burned each little bit of skin it touched. As if you weren’t in enough trouble as it was, hooking up with a colleague. This sort of thing was forbidden, a sane bit of your brain tried to convince you. But the horny one shrugged it off. 

For a few moments, you just made out. His hands pulled you up to wrap your legs around him, your nails digging into his back, within his white t-shirt, as your lips were entangled, a mess of saliva and tongues. There was nothing sweet. Or romantic. This was all about tension. And boy did you two had a lot of it. His hard-on pressed against you just right. You rolled back against him, borderlining a scream. 

He hooks his fingers to the cups of your bra, pulling so your boobs spill out. The kneading is hard, you almost whimper in pain, but it sends a tingle down to your core, where you’re sure you’re a sopping mess by now. Thor’s mouth starts sucking on one of your nipples, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. A syrupy feeling clouds your brain, and you found yourself whispering his name over and over. 

Effortlessly he takes you to the bedroom, questioning in a half snarl where it was, so you point towards it, shaky. Your back falls to the soft sheets you’ve set your bed with, a loud squeal slipping from you, and again when he rips the shorts in half, showing the purple panties you were wearing. A plea for him to not do the same to your shirt falls from your lips.

There’s a mirror in front of your bed, in which you can visualise your state. Your lips are swollen, hair all frizzy and out of place. Both your shirt and bra are pooled by your waistline. The remains of your shorts fall off when you stand up, to remove them properly. Thor does the same, stripping off the white shirt and dark jeans, kicking off the sneakers as well. 

You watch, holding your breath. He’s so gorgeous. Tight and muscly. He feels like he’s made out of marble. A greek god embodied. Deep blue eyes stare at you then, eating you alive, like a hunter does its prey. You swallow hard, chewing your bottom lip, quaking in anticipation. Breathing comes out in ragged pants as he walks in your direction. 

His voice whispers a “c’mere.”, low, raspy. You’re putty, unsure if your legs will support you any longer, but they do. This man radiates heat, you feel warm all over, though you aren’t sure if it has to do with his body heat or your own arousal. Slick is dripping from you. 

"So wet for me…" He grunts, biting down on your bottom lip, "Tell me, how do you want me?" 

Your lips part. You weren't expecting that. He'd been leading all along, calling the shots. And you've allowed him to do so. The tip of his fingers brush your clit, and your forehead falls to his chest, a hand on his forearm, trying to support yourself. 

It's gentle, the way he's touching you. A thumb circling your nub, the tip of his index finger on your wet entrance, teasing. Your grip on him tightens. 

"I want your fingers, inside me," You manage to say, your mouth open against the tanned skin of his chest, "Please." 

The index slides easily to the knuckle and you roll your eyes. He doesn't rush, going in… Then out. A soft moan slips from you. It pains you that he's going so slow, the throbbing intensifying every time his palm hits your clit and the finger inside curls, touching you ever so intimately. 

"More," Again, it sounds pathetic, a needy girl, "I can take more than that. Please give me more than that." 

There's no need to look at him to know he has a smug grin on his face. You've known him for too long to not know it. Nevertheless, he complies, sliding another one, not once changing the speed. Goosebumps prickled your skin, you were almost crying with how much you needed him. 

He pulls out the second he realises your breathing getting irregular, your teeth biting harder on his peck. You were just on the edge. It's no surprise a groan bubbles on your throat, he chuckles, stealing a kiss from you. 

In the weak light of your room, you've never seen a man so handsome. Blond hair dishevelled, pink lips plump and parted. His body, a wonder.  

"Want you to cum around me." Thor whispers, hoisting you up again, back pressed to the wall. "Are you going to be good for me, sweetheart?" 

His eyes are glossy with desire, underneath you, you feel his dick, hard and throbbing. The air was heavy with desire. Of course you wanted him inside you, stretching and filling you up. So you tell him, breathlessly, "Yes". Thor seems to swell with pride, he loves having that effect on you. 

The room spins when he pushes inside, it's better than you thought it'd be. Your hands grasp his broad shoulders, it's a hopeful way to cope with everything that you're feeling. You could swear even your insides were twitching. 

Much like his fingers, he goes in and out slowly. Grunting like an enraged animal against your neck, squeezing your ass, leaving hand prints behind for sure, bringing your hips toward his with a slap. 

You mumble his name, bringing his head up for a sloppy kiss, your hands securing his cheeks, a burn feeling against your palms. No one had even come closer to making you feel this way, trembling with each snap of his, the subtle bump against your clit as he tried to sink deeper into you. 

"Gonna' cum," Blinded your pleasure, you throw your head back. "So fucking hard." 

"Come on, baby girl, around me, yeah?" His nose nudges your cheek, him too is getting sloppier. 

It's overwhelming when it does happen. A rubber band snapping, and you scream, scratching your nails down his back. Shaking. Lucky you his grip was strong, grounding in place, otherwise you would've fallen to the group, your whole body turning to Jell-O. 

"F-fuck," You stutter, feeling him still rutting, searching for his own release. 

"I'll fill you up," Thor says, rough, "Fill you with my babies. Gonna' swell your belly with them." 

Somewhere inside you, you know it's wrong, you can barely stand each other, but at this point you don't mind. An itching to feel him spend himself inside you, feel hot and wet, filled up with his cum. Which happens soon, you know it's cornering him when he squeezes your waistline. 

Then he caves. And lets out a sound that makes you clench. Hot. That was what he was. A bloody handsome guy who had made you fall apart like it was your regular Thursday. And when he places you in bed, wrapping himself around your body, there's a sense of familiarity you can't shake it off. 

Maybe tomorrow you'll regret it. Tonight, though, tonight you're gonna live like there's no tomorrow. 

[rukia-writes]

i am in a crack mood so can i get hc's where Eren K, Eren J and Reiner find out about your blog and read your hcs, fics and I wanna see their reactions as well lol I hope you write this, i love your blog so much btw!! 💖❤️❤️💖

Oh no lol 😂 and thank you I’m glad you like my blog lovely 💙

After reading Rukia-Writes hc, fics:

“Sounds about right. I’m disappointed I don’t have a smut. Eren has a smut, Erwin has a smut Levi and Kruger have one. I want one.”

Reiner wants a smut.

“Also, I don’t know who this Kruger is but he’s lucky. Levi too. Also stop calling yourself a hoe Rukia, you’re a queen.”

Reiner likes all the hc, fics too.

“Dick game? Dick print?..There must be a lot of people who like my dick.”

“Beyoncé and emilia are life too. Beautiful people.”

Reiner skips over Eren thirst posts.

Becomes a follower.

Reiner’s reaction to the blog:

“Why is there is so many thirsts posts of me? It’s the abs. I know.”

Eren likes the blog, but mainly his fics and hc.

“What’s this yandere? I’m not a yandere-and the breeding scenario!”

Those two take him by suprise.

“I’m way cooler than Eren Kruger is.”

Eren J can do without the Eren Kruger posts. But he does like the thirsts post of him.

“I didn’t know Armin had fan girls. Way to go Armin.”

“It’s obvious I’m Rukia’s favorite.”

Eren hits the follow button.

Eren’s reaction to the blog:

Kruger is just:

For a minute.

Kruger likes the HC and stories. Very flattered by the fics of himself.

Thirsts posts of him make him blush.

Which is a lot.

“You can’t be that horny for me-“

“I am.”

He definetly likes the emilia and Beyoncé reactions.

“I’m also not ugly. Whoever said that obviously wasn’t raised right.”

Kruger hates when anons come to Rukia-Writes to say awful things about him.

Kruger gives the:

Kruger would follow.

Kruger’s reaction at first:

Then second:

[joshslater]

A Week in Indiana

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I was exhausted. It’s weird, because on long haul travel you have done nothing but relaxing. First on the initial connection, then at the airport, then at the trans Atlantic from Amsterdam to Chicago. I even napped a bit on it. Since that flight follows the earths rotation, you basically land at the same time as you start. Queues, immigration, wait for luggage, customs, relax some more at O’Hare. Finally followed by a decidedly less comfortable regional flight to Indiana, wait for luggage again, and out. And there he was, looking even better in person than he had on Skype the day before, waiting to pick me up. He was younger than me, but acted confident, cocky even. I like that.

- Hi there. How was the trip? - Long. I’m exhausted, like I said I would be. - It’s not far.

Americans have no idea what that word means. It wasn’t until an hour later we finally parked in his driveway. We had so much to talk about, but I made it perfectly clear that my mind wasn’t were it needed to be right now for anything serious. I quickly went online with my phone to cancel the backup hotel night I had, keeping some nights for the end of the week if things didn’t work out. Then I zoned out for most of the trip to his house.

- Let’s put your stuff in your room, head out for a bite and then you can go to sleep. - Head out? - I ain’t cooking.

The house was spacious living for a single dude, and probably the tidiest it been in a long while. Not that I paid much attention, as tired as I was. I would had preferred to just crash there and then, but I know from experience not to go to bed too early, or you’ll just wake up at midnight.

- Hey, can I get you something to drink? Coke, beer, water, absinthe? - A coke would be great. It’s dry in air planes.

A big, cold can of coke felt exactly like what I needed, despite the corn syrup. Rehydrated I carried my bags to the guest room, which doubled as a home gym. It’s silly, I know, but despite being so tired I found it kind of hot to be sleeping in a room where someone else had been working out. Well, I guess that’s the kind of shit we have in common, and the entire reason why I was here.

People really undersell the sheer amount of confusion when you wake up after having been drugged. Especially when you have been moved and things have been done to you. You didn’t plan for it, like going to sleep, and you have nothing to fall back to when you wake up to orient you. Everything around you is out of context. In addition to that, you still have residual effects and possible traces of the drugs in your system.

It’s impossible to estimate how much time it took to get a grip of the situation, but gradually I was aware that I was naked, tied to a bed, gagged and unable to see, possibly because of a pitch black room.

- Did you sleep well?

How long had it been? No way to tell. I feel like shit. I can feel him touching my naked chest. But that means he can see me, right? Why can I not see?

- I thought I would surprise you with a little transformation for yourself. This is the garage by the way. It’s not quite soundproof, but I don’t really need that, do I.

I don’t know what kind of gag he is using, but I can’t move my mouth in any direction. It feel like he had put some clay-like plastics into my mouth, had me bite into it, and then have it harden. I want to scream. I don’t want any piercings or tattoos or whatever. I shout that whatever his plans are, I want out. The best I could muster was an agitated hum.

I feel something cold against first my left nipple, and then both. Some sort of gel. Then some object is put there. Are these suction cups? Then a motor sound starts and I feel a rhythmic suction on my nipples. Guess they are.

- You should just relax. I don’t know anything about hypno, and you said it doesn’t work on you, but just so you have something to listen to I’ve downloaded a few things.

He puts earphones on me with the typical nonsense with multiple voices all talking over each other that all hypno mp3 files are so fond of. Then I feel him doing something with my gag, and a small trickle of fluid at the back of my throat, and then everything gets fuzzy.

- And here is something to keep you stupid. Enjoy the ride.

I’m too tired and drugged to analyze what is happening. I’m swimming in black velvet soup of words. I should relax, I’m told, be calm and follow instructions. I’m barely even aware I have a body, but occasionally the senses intrude into the bliss and I can feel the suction cups removed, more cool gel applied, and then the cups put back. Everything just gets softer and softer until everything ceases to be.

There’s no audio anymore.

- Hello, sleepy beauty. Are you ready for something solid to eat? - Yeah...

Wait? When did he remove the gag. Why can’t I see?

- Just be still, and I’ll remove the IV.

I could feel the short sting of an IV needle being pulled out, and felt him bandage the arm. What did he put into me? Where did he get an IV from in the first place?

- Now, just be still while I undo the restraints.

Any kind of resistance would be pointless. I was naked, in an unfamiliar room, and completely blind. I just followed along with his movements as he released my arms and legs. He then helped me on my feet and led me from the garage and through the house.

- So, I’ve prepared an outfit for you. Just put it on and we are ready for dinner. It’s all your size. Now, be very still and I’ll remove your black contact lenses.

So that’s what he had done. He was way better at removing them than I think I would have been, had he just asked me to remove them myself. As I blinked in the light I saw I was back in the guest room. My bags were no where to be seen, and on the bed was a small line up of clothes.

I turn to the mirror and see myself, but instead of my normal hairdo my head is almost completely shaved, save for a few millimeter Mohawk. Secondly, and more concerning, my nipples are huge. Like finger tip huge. He’s observing me from the door.

- Cortisone cream and a modified milking machine, and a few tricks. They will shrink a little bit, but not much. You’ll look like this from now on.

I don’t even have the energy to yell at him. If it is permanent, as he say, screaming doesn’t help. I need to get away from him before he can do whatever else he has planned for the week. It’s only day.... Actually I don’t know how long it’s been. One day? Two days?

- Just get dressed, and we can be on our way. Bring the ID so we can take a beer as well. - OK.

I look at the items laid out for me at the bed again, next to my passport. One black tank top with white hem in some sporty mesh material with the text “PUMP!” printed on the front. Blue, short adidas polyester shorts with white stripes. White, calf high socks with two black rings at the top. Black adidas shoes with white stripes. The only things missing for a stereotype bingo is a whistle, glow sticks and some molly.

No underwear, apparently. I put on the shorts. Like hell “all your size”. The shorts are tight and doesn’t leave my dick size to anyone’s imagination. Socks and shoes go on fine. I brace myself and put on the top. My tits feels like sparklers, shooting nerve signals all through my body. I can feel the tight shorts getting even tighter. I feel slutty.

On the way to dinner he is quite chatty. Talking about the buildings and neighborhoods we drive by, as if he hadn’t drugged and violated me for hours, perhaps days. He is casually dressed, Levis’ jeans and American Eagle polo. Still he manage to outclass me by an order of magnitude. Dinner is at P.F. Chang’s, so not at all fancy. Still I feel like everyone is looking, and judging. Everyone we pass on the parking lot, through the mall, at the front of house, on the way to our table. Everyone can clearly see my tits and my dick through the fabric. My haircut practically shouts for attention. My clothes even more so. And it’s not like I’m part of a group that has dressed up, or down. I’m lead here by someone dressed normal. A regular dude and his slut.

Sitting down feels better, with a table hiding my lower body, but it still feels like I’m in public in just underwear, having two flashing tits.

- Hey, relax. Calm your tits.

It was such a cheesy joke, I exploded in laughter. He’s right of course. It’s not like I’m hurt or massively disfigured. Most people will never even see it, once I’m in decent clothes. No one around me knows me, and I’ll never see them again. This is me experiencing something I could never have set up myself. Besides, I can’t really do anything about my situation except flagging down a cop, so I might as well enjoy it. I ordered the Dynamite Shrimps, the Singapore black pepper chicken and a steady flow of diet coke.

Man, was I hungry. It was tasty and I even managed to relax, though my tits kept rubbing against the mesh fabric, keeping me semi erect. And every time someone passed by, I got a twinge of feeling exposed, feeling “slutty”. We chatted a bit about ourselves, kind of how I had imagined our first real meal would have gone. When we were both done we asked for a refill and the bill. I managed to hide it, but I got quite the shock reading it. It said Tuesday. I arrived Saturday afternoon, so I had been drugged for three whole days! I don’t think he noticed my shock, because he leaned over and asked me, in a hushed voice “Are you ready to leave, slutty fuckboi?”.

Right away my dick throbbed into almost fully erect, and it was very close to pump custard into the shorts. Of course! The fucking hypno loops! That’s why I have been so docile since I woke up. “Slutty fuckboi” and “Calm your tits” were trigger phrases. Tits?! They are nipples. I’ve even been conditioned to refer to them as tits. I’m sure there are some programming about feeling self conscious and “slutty” as well. Who the fuck does he think he is! I must escape right now!

- Almost. I need to go to the boy’s room first. - I bet you do. You drank quite a lot.

I need to walk through two thirds of the restaurant to reach the restroom. Again I feel like I’m under dressed, overexposed and it would be hard to miss my raging erection in the hilariously tight adidas. I keep a fast but calm stride. Running would just draw even more attention.

I even have a hard time pulling down the shorts. They are almost locked in place by my swollen deadbolt. I stand feet together, slide the shorts straight down and turn to the sink to chill my dick in cold water. After the erection is gone I take a leak, pull up the shorts, and that’s when I feel the passport in my pocket. I had almost forgotten about it. I still have a reservation at the hotel. My credit card is on file and I have an ID to show. It must be within just a few miles, and if anything I’m dressed for exercise.

I don’t have a phone or a watch, so I don’t know exactly how long it took, but I guess about two hours to sneak out through the other entrance, ask mall information on the location of Holiday Inn, walk there without Google Maps, manage to check in with a receptionist who clearly didn’t approve of my attire, and have a lie down in bed. I should call Amex and have them block my credit card and send a new one to the hotel. Should I call him and tell him to send my bag here? Would it be risky to let him know where I stay? Would it be risky to even talk to him? That’s when the phone rang.

- Room 304. - Calm your tits, bottom boy. Isn’t it time to continue your transformation? - Yes, it is. - Cool. Pick you up in half an hour. - OK.

Shit. I’m broken.

[ladyadalicialove]

Me, says I will be on hiatus and probs won’t post anything cus exams and essays

Also me: procrastinating very hard

Don't mind me just salty about the new episode and what not...also I don’t want to finish my essay.

Anyway since Chat Blanc was basically fanservice that served no significant purpose to the plot of the show other than "what if" scenarios. I've decided to share some AUs to put some good wholesome content back into the fandom. 

Also I need to write these things down before I forget....

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Previous Holder is now your Babysistter AU

(I don’t have an actual name for it lmao suggestions?)

I’ve had this one in head for a couple of months now. The premise of this AU is the miraculous doesn't just come with the Kwami but a ghost/apparition of the previous holder. Unlike the kwami's they aren't what makes the suit or have any magical abilities. Rather they are just glorified babysitters, looking after and guiding the new holder the best they can. Some are some magical rules with them though:

Only the miraculous holder and thier Kwami can see them, when they are still in their civilian forms.

 They don’t disappear when the holder transform.

When other miraculous holders are transformed they can see other holder’s apparition, but when they undo the transformation they can no longer see them. 

The holders and kwamis can touch them as if they were real, but they phase through everything and everyone else.

I liked the idea of the holders prior to Marinette and Adrien being a pirate and a sailor who fell madly in love. They unfortunately died together and never had kids so when they came back as “mentors” for two lovesick teens they adopt them so quickly.

Adrien gets Captain Noir, the most ferocious and seductive pirate of the seven seas! And she absolutely adores Adrien and quickly assumes a motherly role in his life. The captain doesn’t like that he is alone in the mansion and gives every second of her attention to him. She calls him her "big kitten" and tries to ruin Gabriel's day every second she can. She also despises Nathalie but tolerates Gorilla.

Marinette gets Commander Bug, a stoic and ever so suave solider of his majesty's Royal Navy. He is very chill and helps Marinette to calm down when she starts acting up. Since he is a high ranking soldier, he often assists Marinette in creating strategies to defeat villains in both her hero and civilian life. Tbh he is a very reliable guy and very sweet. 

Honestly the two of them basically become parents to the two lovesick teens... and I imagine the story would literally be them ready to throw hands with Gabriel and Lila. Commander bug though ever so serious, meets Lila and immediately takes on the Captain Noir’s more... vulgar traits. 

Commander Bug: Hey Marinette *nudges her* Dead men tell no tales. 😎 *makes obscene gesture towards Lila*

Marinette: FOR THE LAST TIME IM NOT MURDERING LILA

Tikki: no wait maybe he has a point

Captain Noir: Ye really need to scupper that deadbeat father of yours off the side of this building. Hey Plagg, do ye think I can take custody of Adrien??

Adrien: I’m not throwing my father off the building!! He can be nice!!

Captain Noir: Oh no ye have Stockholm syndrome... maybe I can cure it with some rum?? That always helped the new sailors who were home sick! 😱

Adrien: oh my god I’m only fourteen 😦

Plagg: *laughing hysterically* at least you can drink your woes away!!! 😂🤣

And yes they both like the Couffaines mainly because they live on a boat. 

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The Mythical Miraculous AU:

I wrote and planned this one before it was revealed there are multiple miraculous boxes. So in this universe let’s just say that the events of feast never happened. Prior to the “episode” Fu relinquishes guardianship and loses his memories. Let’s say there is no sentimonster that caused the downfall of the monks but rather Fu causing the temple to burn down another way. How? Maybe he left a torch unsupervised and burned the place down. Why? Idk that’s just how it’s happening now.

Anyway this AU stemmed from doing so many OC drawing requests in January. And I created seven miraculous OC's whose kwamis/concept are based on the seven virtues. They are also all based on mythical creatures.

In the story I imagined that Marinette is 17 and was giving guardianship over the miracle box some time ago. One day while messing around with it, she discovers that underneath the ying and yang centre piece there was cyclinder compartment that contained a parchment. Unrolling it had printed on it six locations along with the name of the miraculous associated.

Tikki informs her of the seven miraculous that were created as backups if the the miracle box or miraculous’ were ever stolen, lost, destroyed etc. Basically the last resort. Thus they needed to be kept out of the miracle box and in the world and always ready to defend. Hence they were given to families across Europe/Asia who promised their loyalties to the miraculous cause. 

Marinette decides since it’s summer break and she isn’t busy, to find each of them and get them to help in the fight against Hawkmoth. Tikki just rolls with it.

In no particular order these are the mythical miraculous and their holders:

London, UK ~ The Unicorn and Pegasus Miraculous of Kindness and Humility: They are currently owned by 12 year old British Twins, Iris and Ivy. They come from a rich family and only recently acquired the miraculous from their father and uncle. Ivy is all about sports and is extremely athletic, Iris prefers to read and paint. Apollo is Ivy’s kwami and he is a white unicorn, and Artemis is Iris’ kwami and is a black pegasus. The miraculous are anklets. 

Sovana - Tuscany, Italy ~ The Ogre Miraculous of Charity: Currently owned by Raphael, a 21 year old Italian guy studying Archaeology. He lives out in the Italian countryside with his parents and many siblings, he has a big family who owns a huge block of farmland. He is super kind and very charitable and received his miraculous from his Nonna. Orc is Raphael’s kwami and he is a selfish little bastard but he is huggable. The miraculous is a belt buckle.

Nice, Paris ~ The Pooka Miraculous of Diligence: Currently owned by Colette, a 25 year old French girl who is busy teaching six year olds, she doesn’t have any family as she was orphaned as an infant. She has always had her miraculous as she was left at the orphanage with it. She was unfortunately never adopted out, but she is extremely motivated individual with big dreams. Cinna is Colette’s kwami, she is quite lazy and often called Cinna-bun. The miraculous is a hair clip.

Kazan, Russia ~ The Phoenix Miraculous of Chastity/Abstinence: Currently owned by Orion, a flamboyant and arrogant 30 year old. He is extremely beautiful and a very proud man, and most would think he is a bit of a f*ckboi but nope. He is just saving himself for the right person. His father gifted him the miraculous when he was 15. Newborn is Orion’s kwami, and she is little b*tch and very stuck up. The miraculous is an armband.

Nazareth, Israel ~ The Griffin Miraculous of Patience: Currently owned by Nevaeh, a 16 year old revolutionist and active feminist. She has big ideas and big dreams that she hopes with enough dedication and patience she can achieve. Unlike the others, she received the miraculous from her dying neighbour, who was an old man in his nineties who had no children. Nevaeh may not be an intended holder but she is a brilliant one! Constance is Navaeh’s kwami, she is extremely wise and a soft speaker. The miraculous is a thumb ring. 

Seoul, Korea ~ The Sea Serpent Miraculous of Temperance: Currently owned by 19 year old aspiring pop singer Levi. Levi is extremely shy and laid back, he tends to be soft-spoken and polite.Often he dreams of being an Idol but his shy personality isn’t doing him any favours. His older brother was originally the miraculous holder but instead of accepting any potential responsibility he dumped it onto him. It was originally gifted to his brother by their mother. Sai is Levi’s kwami, he is extremely skittish and is just riddled with anxiety over the belief of the world ending. He is a bit of a conspiracy theorist. The miraculous is a fin pendant necklace.

Of course Marinette in three months convinces them all to go to Paris and stay there until the defeat of Hawkmoth. 

During her travels and time with them, she unravels the mysterious of these seven miraculous and their history. What are their abilities? Why do they specifically correlate with the seven virtues? How powerful are they? 

Ivy and Iris stemming from a rich family, rent out a lovely penthouse for the seven of them in Paris. Colette decides to be the legal guardian of the minors since she actually is French. Orion decides he is gonna be a dick. The rest are there for a good time and to kick a buterrfly's butt. And thus ensue chaos, pranks, romance and a whole lotta arguing. 

I can only imagine all the kwami’s and Marinette sitting, drinking green tea while watching these seven holders become absolute hooligans.

I already drew up concept art of them but they are not good sketches so yeah maybe I will show you guys another time.

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Idk why I think this but I just figured everyone would hate AUs like this so I don’t bother posting these ideas especially if they are not fleshed out. I have so many but these are my most promising ones. 

The previous holder AU is one of my favourites because I had Captain Noir and Commander Bug’s story in my head forever. I love me some pirates. I know their whole miraculous story, like how they fell in love and why she became a pirate etc. The part where they become ghost mentors is a fairly new addition, been rolling it around for a month now and it is 100% caused by the shitty parenting via la agreste.  

The mythical miraculous one is extremely fun for me, but it was one of those AUs were I believed no one would like it so....yeah enjoy it?

If you wanna know more about each one send me an ask or send names suggestions!!

[miekasa]

jean playing basketball will be one reason for me to the university tournaments to scream “go sports‼️”. and ugh, imagining eren and jean being a team!! they would!!! even if they act like enemies™️ and are all macho guys one-upping each other (watch levi slam their heads together during hockey to knock some sense into them 😭) also levi after a game……….all sweaty and messy, but yeah i’d still hug him 😌 he’d probably be grossed out, but sir i’d lick the sweat off your neck.

(what embarrassing sign would you bring to a game because me and my friends have done the dumbest shit, printing out those small tarps with that dove and skies background and our friends who play, and their faces are front and center, but the pictures we pick are meme-worthy 😭😭)

-👁👅👁

No because Jean and Eren playing on the same team and being frenemies lives in my head rent free. Levi doesn’t have time for them to be stroking their dicks when they’re in the middle of a game, so they need to get it together unless they want to run laps until they're dry heaving the next day. But when they get over themselves, they make a pretty damn good team; Jean has the ability to predict Eren’s less than conventional moves, and Eren has an eye for getting around his opponents (he also has an eye for going right through through them and getting fouls, but sometimes duty calls).

Levi after a game... come, babe, let me get you a glass of wine, and a massage, and a blowjob if you need one 😌😌 the way he would hateeee celebrating victories, but you gotta get him to every once in a while. He thinks you guys are going back to your place after a game, and you take a different turn and he instantly knows what’s going on. You just gotta flash him a smile from the driver’s seat, “You won your quarter finals! That’s cause for celebration, Levi!” To which he rolls his eyes, “It was against a shit team, it would have been embarrassing if we lost.” (He accepts dinner, but you have to share the dessert). 

For Levi, you simply have to be as obnoxious as possible, but spare him a little and reserve it for championship games. Eren feeds off of attention, so any kind of sign or cheering, or honestly just your presence is enough to get him fired up and going. Totally has a few High School Musical moments where he gets knocked down or handed an unfair foul and he just sees you in the stands and snaps himself out of it, “Nah, I gotta do this for my girl.” Jean gets so red in the face if you bring a lewd, or even just a big sign, but you know he’s all about it when his teammates point it out; cocky as hell like, “Yeah, that was my girlfriend, she’s sweet like that.”

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COTW - Final chapter

Armed with a file full of printed papers, Levi was visiting Krista's office alone. Eren had been up and out of bed before him, finding feeding Eli when Levi had woken in a panic over his missing husband. With Krista's promptness, it was only a short wait before she came to fetch him. A smile on her face as he followed her down to her office, and gestured for him to sit. Sinking down, Levi let out a sigh. Krista jumping right into it as she sat "Let me guess. You and Eren had a fight?" "Maybe... Yes" "Both of you are so easy to read. He had the exact same look on his face when he came to see me. Was it about the roster?" "It wasn't my fault... I did the dishes without thinking" Krista laughed "Oh no" "Yeah. Pretty much" "And how many times has this happened?" "A few. I don't even realise I am until he tells me off" "And how is "he"?" "Bossy. He threw his shoe at me the other day" "Are you two sticking to the roster? For the most part?" "We're trying to. But like I said, I start something without thinking, so he gets mad" "And the shoe?" "I moved the washing to the dryer" An uncharacteristic pout was on Levi's lips. He really hadn't thought about it. There was washing to be done, and it was just... right there "No one said this would be an easy transition. It was more to get you two on the same page. Now. What have you brought me today?" "A few things... I... Eren and I had another fight over Nick's money. You see. There's something Eren said that hasn't left my mind, so I did some looking into it on my own" "Oh! What is it?" Passing the file of papers over to Krista, Krista opened it up in her lap "What am I looking at?" "Properties and property reports. Eren mentioned that omega shelters aren't safe for omegas, and we know how into omega rights he is. I know he hates Nick's money, but it was given to him so he could do something more with his life..." "You want to start a shelter?" Krista sounded both surprised and delighted, Levi leaning forward as he nodded "Not just a shelter. Hanji wants to quit from being a full time ER doctor, to spend more time with Anna before her baby comes. She's licensed to practice as a GP. What I want to establish is a new kind of shelter. A shelter where omegas are put first and treated as people. Where they can come for medical advice, without being judged. Eren is amazing with omegas, and with children. He's had no formal medical training, but he's helped deliver children. He knows what omegas need, and he knows what's wrong with society" "And you? You're giving me a lot of "Eren" reasons" "I never thought omegas were second class citizens. I dealt with omegas almost every single day, but it took Eren to make me realise so many things. The courage and bravery he showed taking the stand... He said that if it could help even just one omega, then it was all worth it" "Levi, you slipped back to "Eren reasons"" It was hard not to. Eren had opened his eyes to so many things "I don't want my sons growing up in a world where omegas are treated like shit. I'm fucking sick of seeing omegas beaten to death by their alphas, or thinking they deserve to be beaten because they have no where to go, and their alphas are dicks. No one else has the balls to step up, and I want Eren's suffering to have been for something" "Setting up a shelter isn't something you can just do" "I know. I've been in touch with the police, and with the government. Not that they're fast at replying. The government hasn't replied, but with their own interests at heart, it's best they "help" if they want to save face" "You need licenses and a premise" "I've been looking. I've found one that needs work, but it could be perfect" Krista flicked through the papers. Levi may have printed off almost everything he'd come across in order to read it properly at a later date "Which one?" "The old Wall Maria Hotel. It's abandoned, and ugly as hell. The bank's been trying to offload it for years. It was repossessed, but with the downturn in economy, no one wants to put the money or effort into it" Krista closed the file, her smile gone "Levi. I think it's very admirable. But we both know this is a grand gesture of love to Eren" "So what if it is?" "These are people's lives" "Why can't it be both? A positive change and a project Eren can throw himself into. We were all disgusted to hear how omegas were treated. Eren used to tell me not to quit my job because he was proud of how I treated omegas. I've seen abused omegas. My husband was let down by the system that was supposed to help omegas. Do you know what he told me? He told me one of the omegas at the compound, was giving birth to the child of a shelter owner. They went there for help, and instead had to pay for their room with sex. It's fucking disgusting. How is anything going to change when this shit is happening?" Krista sighed heavily. Levi taken back by how strongly she was objecting, as if she thought he hadn't considered everything... or maybe she was trying to make sure he had... either way, he was thrown off balance "Say you do start a shelter. How are you going to pay for the building? How are you going to pay for repairs? How are you going to pay for staff? You're not on suppressants anymore. Will you go back on them to cover your alphas scent? What happens when you have omegas in heat? With alpha staff? What happens if an omega throws themselves at you in heat? How is it going to be for Eren, surrounded by omegas throwing themselves at you?" "That's why I want to take a step back. I want to get Eren trained to be a receptionist, so when omegas come, they're greeted by an omega. I would take a purely administrative role" "And what about the kids?" "What about them?" "Not all omegas are trustworthy. You'll be having strangers in and out of your home constantly. Strangers around your children" "That's... The hotel is only small. 4 floors with 20 rooms across the two middle floors. The man who'd purchased the building had intended to turn the whole thing into a lavish townhouse. The top floor has already been gutted... there is a basement, and that will be a problem for Eren, but it's not like it has to be that building. I want to create a future with him. An omega has never, ever, received an restitution of that much. Previously, the largest ever sum paid out to an omega was $2000. And that was because a doctor was forced to perform a hysterectomy after birth. And even then, that payment was because of their alpha. Even if Eren and I don't have an active role above establishing the safe shelter, I still firmly believe that this is what the city needs" "And you're not just being swept away? Eren had a tremendous victory for omegas, that much is more than true. But what happens when the dust settles?" "Then we kick it up again. We make it so people have to listen. Shitty pigs feeding from their troughs, aren't going to listen unless someone tips those troughs over" "And what about what Eren wants?" "He's the one who mentioned the idea of a shelter to begin with. I don't intend to start anything without him by my side" "And the money?" "Eren said he didn't want it. He told me to take it, and despite it being restituted to him, it was still paid into my account as the alpha in our relationship. This way, he's not keeping it, and nor is it going to waste" Krista hummed, closing the file "Eren and I discussed the shelter idea, as well as donation. Did he tell you that?" "No" "It was only in passing, but he didn't want it as he'd finally found his small world of happiness. I do agree. Things needs to change for omegas, and I offered Eren my support. But I can't support you until you've discussed this in length with him. As you know, I own my practice, and I can assure you that getting established took jumping through a lot of hoops. There will be days when you wonder why you even started the process to begin with. With three young children, it's going to make things so much harder, and it may take years for things to settle down. Are you prepared for that?" "If... if Eren is by my side, we can find a way to make it work. And it won't just be him. There's Hanji, Mike, Erwin and Eld..." Not that he really knew if they'd want to be involved. Hanji would. Mike possibly too. Erwin and Eren had butted heads so many times that Erwin might not listen to Eren. But... he knew he'd regret it if he didn't at least see this through far enough to present something more than a just a paper proposal to Eren. He wanted to encourage his husband's dream... He wanted a world where Eren wouldn't be treated like shit anymore. And if that meant helping other people along the way, well, it couldn't be helped. Even if his intentions were less than completely sincere, around the edges, there wasn't a person in the world who couldn't say they'd never done something to bask in the praise of others. Eren was a symbol of hope, or at least in Levi's eyes he was... and his husband had been right. He needed to keep busy "I'm not saying it's a bad idea. I just want you to be truly sure before starting something like this. Abused omegas need a lot of time and help, just like you know. And though not all of them have had the same kind of life as Eren, they all have their own trauma and pain. Some may even come to find a safe place to die. You may have seen more than your fair share of death, but Eren hasn't" "I... know. I don't expect it to be easy. I don't even know if it'll succeed. But people like Nick, are really a dime a dozen..." "That is unfortunately true. Alright. For now, we'll set this aside. I want to see your list, and Eren's too if you have it" Levi was distracted by the idea of a shelter through his whole session. The more he tried to push it from his mind, the more it centred itself first and foremost. By the end of the session, he'd decided to call the realtor over the hotel. Even if he couldn't buy the hotel, it'd give him a fair idea of what to expect in terms of space and size. Hell. He'd even decided on the colour scheme for the facade... and most importantly, the name of the shelter. Throwing himself into researching and budgeting, Levi found himself often going to bed as Eren was getting up for the pups midnight feed. His husband was biting his tongue again, yet Levi hadn't been able to bring himself to tell him yet. He'd thought Eren would stay quiet at least until the end of the week, but it was a fortnight after his appointment with Krista, that Eren finally got mad enough to demand some answers. Carrying Rei in his arms, Eren walked over to the sofa and dropped down in his lap. Forcing him to abandon his laptop, and pay attention to his mate "I'm sick of you staying up. Either you tell me what's happening, or I'm throwing it off the balcony. These late nights aren't good for you" "Eren..." "No. Don't Eren me. Start talking. I'm holding Rei hostage until you do" Two threats? His husband really must be mad. Sighing deeply, Levi spread his legs so Eren slipped down between them. He couldn't see over his husband's shoulder if he didn't. Eren was way too tall for Levi's own good "He seems pretty happy being hostage" Rei was wide awake, his grey green eyes blinking up at both of them "Lee. I'm serious. I don't know what to threaten you with, but this has been going on since the chores list went up. Is that it? Are you mad about something? I've been trying to be respectful, but both boys have their weigh in and vaccinations tomorrow, today even. You need sleep, and I'm worried about you" Was that today? Every day seemed to bleed together without having the set roster of work. Kissing Eren's cheek, he sighed softly "Sorry. I'm not mad. And I'm not mad about the chore list. Have I been that bad?" "You're either on your phone or on your laptop. You didn't even hear me asking if you could hold Rei while I prepared his bottle" "Shit. I'm sorry" "What's going on?" "I've been working on something, and, it's not quite ready yet" "Working on something?" "Yeah. I wanted to gather more information before telling you about it" "Can you tell me now?" "I can show you, if you give me a couple more days. I'm not trying to hide anything from you, I just didn't want to get your hopes up" "You can't tell me that, and then tell me nothing more" "It's nothing bad" "That doesn't make it better. Is it your back? Is it the bullet? Has it moved?" Eren's scent peaked with fear "Bright Eyes, I'm fine. It's not the bullet" "Would you tell me, if it was?" "Yes. I would tell you" Maybe not right away, but it did affect their family after all "Then why can't you now?" "Because I want to be able to explain it all in person" Fuck it felt nice to hold Eren. It wasn't like he didn't hold him at night, but during the day, Eren had a tendency to curl up on the recliner with Titan, leaving him the sofa with Viren "And you will?" "Yes. I have an appointment at 3 on Friday, and I want you there" "Tomorrow's Friday. Not tomorrow once the sun comes up tomorrow, but tomorrow" "I still want you there. We'll have to organise a baby sitter though" "Hanji owes me a favour" Levi raised an eyebrow, Eren leaning back in his hold "What's with that look?" "You said she owes you a favour. She owes you about a hundred" "That's true. No. She just owes me a favour. I don't think she's on call on Friday afternoon... I'll have to check with her" "And how do you know when she works?" "Um. I babysit. I need to know when Anna's coming" He couldn't remember seeing Anna in the last week or so... "Don't be like that" "I'm not being like anything" "You've got you scowl face on" Levi kissed Eren's neck, nuzzling into his omega as he drank in his scent "I don't. No. I was just thinking. I really didn't mean to make you think about this more than you have to" "It's fine... its not, but now I know it's not health related, it's better" "I'm sorry" "Well. If you're sooooo sorry, can you hold Rei for me? I need to make his bottle. Eli went right back to sleep, but Rei, nope. He still doesn't want to breast feed" Snorting, Levi shook his head "He doesn't know what he's missing" "Don't even joke about sex. My arse just clenched at the thought" "I was talking about your breasts. They're great breasts" "It doesn't feel that way then he won't take my nipple. Now I'm getting depressed. Here, take him. Once he's fed, I want you to come to bed. Whatever it is, it can wait for now" "Yes, mum" "Don't give me that... You make me feel bad for worrying about you" "I'm sorry. It's sweet that you worry, and I'm sorry for making you worry. I just hope it's going to be worth it" "It better be. I'm sick of you staying up all night and not knowing anything" "Alright. I get it. I'm coming to bed once I've fed Rei. Then you have my undivided attention" "I better. I miss talking to you, without 6 little ears in the room" Despite his words, Eren was asleep when Levi climbed into their bed. Pulling his husband up to him, Eren let out a sleepy purr as he nuzzled into Levi's chest. It was nice to have a goal and dream, but he'd been doing exactly what Krista warned him about. He was throwing himself into the project and neglecting his family. He'd alienated Eren again, yet his husband still loved him. Kissing Eren's soft vanilla smelling hair, Levi wrapped his arms around his husband. Not caring at all that he'd wake with pins and needles down his arm. Eren was working so hard on doing what he felt he had to, to try and combat his depression the best he could. How could anyone not care for their omega, like he did for his? He was so very lucky to have Eren, and hopefully once Friday came, his husband would understand. Spending that Thursday with Eren sneaking glances at him every five minutes, and two pups that didn't appreciate their immunisations, the day passed slowly. Viren was also in a bad mood, as their toddler had gotten into the pantry before covering the apartment in flour. He hadn't appreciated his bath, or being smacked on the bum for spreading even more flour after being told to stop. For the first time in a long time, Levi found himself taking a nap in the afternoon, as it was Eren's turn to make dinner. He was woken by a crying pup, finding both Eli and Rei sleeping on Eren's side of the bed. Wriggling over, he draped his arm lightly across them, kissing Rei's hair, while gently playing with Eli's. Sometimes he still couldn't believe he was a father of three, or that Eren put up with his shirt and cranky arse. If he was Eren, he would have dumped himself a long time ago. Spending sometime with his son's was soothing. Even if Rei was still grizzly. They were both so very small and so very innocent, yet growing every single day. Their tiny family wasn't so tiny anymore and despite everything, Eren was more than willing to have yet another child with him... For someone who'd had no one for so long, it was an intoxicating promise. Though, he also knew that realistically if they wanted to have another child, it would have to be sooner rather than later. He didn't want to be the 60 year old dad in the back row of his child's play... He wanted his children to be able to enjoy life, without feeling shackled to their ageing father... but Eren had his heart set on a girl... and he couldn't deny that a miniature female Eren would be adorable... until she hit puberty, then it would be terrifying. Staying with their sons, Eli was set in to fetch him when dinner was ready. Eren having outdone himself with a full roast meal, and a glass of his favourite wine. He didn't even know they had alcohol in the house, but somehow Eren had magicked it up, leaving Levi silently agreeing that he really didn't deserve him. He could only pray that the following day wouldn't end with Eren in tears, and him in the doghouse again. * Leaving their three sons with Hanji, Eren chewed on his lip as Levi drove. According to his husband it was a short drive, but without knowing what they were heading into, Eren was a ball of nerves. He'd even cooked a huge dinner with the hopes of loosening Levi's tongue, but his husband stubbornly kept his secret. Pulling up in a random street, Levi turned the car off. His husband climbing out, and leaving him to scramble out after. The area seemed kind of nice. It wasn't upscale, but there were a few boutiques and cafes in the area. The only problem in the street was a god ugly building, that's ageing sign declared was once a hotel. With it bordered up windows, and trash spilling down its stone stairs, it was hideous. Not to mention the puke yellow paint job "Levi. Why are we here?" "Just wait a minute. She should be here soon" Who was she? And why was she coming? And what the fuck was going on? He didn't get what this had to do with anything "Or you could tell me now?" Smiling, Levi took his hand and dragged him over to stand in front of the building "Ta-da" ""Ta-da" what?" "It's a hotel" "Oh, no. What?" "I know you don't like it, but, I have an idea, and I need you use that imagination of yours" "You want to open a hotel? I told you I'd support you when you found something to devote your life to, but you're not exactly great with customer service..." "No. Not a hotel. Imagine the building repainted in a white, with blue around the window frames. Shutters on the windows, and two nice big plants either side at the top of the steps..." "Not a hotel?" "No. I know I've been busy, but I've been putting a lot of things in place. And I know this building is super ugly on the outside. In fact, I'm pretty sure we've cleaned up nappies with that same shit yellow in them, but. The previous owner, he brought it to convert it into a town house. He stripped the building of asbestos, and began to convert the top floor, before having to surrender the property to the bank when the economy went down hill..." Eren blinked at Levi, completely shocked by the excited words coming out his husband's mouth. He wanted to buy a fucking hotel?! But not run it as hotel... so he wanted to live in a hotel. While they might need space, a hotel was way too much space! No one needed a house as big as a hotel! "Levi. You better start making sense" Digging something out of his pocket, Levi unfolded the piece of paper. A very crude sketch of what seemed to be the hotel was on the paper, along with a series of crossed out names "I want to turn this into a safe shelter" What. What now? What? "A what?" "You said you didn't want the money the judge awarded you. And we both know omega shelters aren't safe. It's not a huge building, but I was thinking, that a shelter is a good idea" Wrapping his arms around himself, Eren backed away from Levi, holding up a hand to keep his husband at bay "A shelter. You. An alpha. Wants to build a shelter for omegas" Levi's smile slipped "Not just a shelter. Hanji wants to quit working in the ER. If she opened a clinic, we could provide a safe place for omegas to get medical help. There are 10 rooms on the second and third floors. As well as space on the top floor. I've been thinking about this. There's space so that you and Sasha could have your own studio for dancing. We could offer classes to omegas to help with literacy. We could help set them up with their own bank accounts and ID. Give them somewhere warm and safe to have heats. A sort of one stop spot. I've been contacting different agencies and trying to find out the legal side of things" Pinching the bridge of his nose, Eren shook his head "Are you serious? Do you know how much work this is going to take? You can't staff it with alphas..." "Well, that's why I was thinking you'd work here to. You're passionate about omega rights. You know what it's like to go through hell, and you're always looking out for fellow omegas. Rather than an alpha in control of everything, you and I would be, as a partnership" "What about the kids?" "There's the whole top floor... we could move here? Or at least have the space for them while at work..." "Levi... this is... all way too much... how do we even know this building will work?" "We don't. That's why we're meeting with the realtor. They're anxious to be done with it. And I know it's going to take a lot of work. That's why I want to bring Mike, Erwin, Hanji... everyone in on it... but ultimately, I want to build something here that shows people there's still hope" "I... I don't know what to say" He really didn't. His stomach was doing flips, while his heart had settled somewhere near his toes at the thought of touching Nick's money. The judge had said to do something, and a shelter had been a day dream, but reality was now smacking him in the face with a brick, and it was way too much "Eren..." "Just. Why?" "Why, what?" "Why all of this, so suddenly..." "I've been thinking about this for weeks. I've been thinking about you. I hate how society treated you. It makes me sick to think of how unfair it was..." "So you want to turn my life into... into some money making scheme?!" Hissing at Levi, Eren was insulted "No. I want to establish a legitimate charity to help omegas. I thought you'd understand. Unlike The Church, we won't be "helping" ourselves to omegas. We'll be helping them. We'll be helping give them a voice Eren. You know how powerful that can be" "With a staff of alphas" "No. Well. Kind of. I'd be working behind the scenes. Hanji might be over enthused, but even I have to admit that her heart is in the right place. Then there's Mike. He's an alpha. When he has ever treated you with disrespect? Erwin... I don't know about. But think, Eren. We could give omegas jobs here. They could earn wages, it wouldn't be a huge wage, but it'd be money they'd be making for themselves..." That did kind of sound good. He knew how hard it was to get a job, even with his high school equivalency... and maybe... He knew Levi wouldn't hurt an omega intentionally, but when an omega was in heat, rationality went out the window "How will you deal with heats?" "The same way we did at home. Each room has its own lock and bathroom. We can set the system up so only you have access to the keys of omegas staying here. That way, no alpha can..." "Levi. You've kicked down the door to get to me before. When you're in heat, you can't think. All you want is to be fucked senseless and knotted. Now you want to run a hotel filled with omegas. I don't know how to feel, especially..." Eren shook his head, taking a breath as he turned away from his husband "Especially, what?" "Especially when I don't even know if you want to spend my heat with me..." "I... why wouldn't I?" "Because we haven't even talked about it since we got married. You've never spent a full heat with me, but you're happy to fill a hotel with omegas in heat" Tears filled his eyes at the thought of Levi in the arms of another omega... let alone multiple omegas... "Eren. I would love to spend a full heat with you. The only reason we didn't after Viren's birth, was because you asked me not to" "Because... because I can get pregnant. You could sleep with a hundred omegas Levi. You could get them all pregnant... You don't understand what a heat is like. Your ruts are hard, but a heat. No. It hurts so badly. In a full heat, you can't say no" Omegas could get other omegas pregnant, but the chances were so slim. And society spat on omega/omega relationships... it was an even greater insult than being an omega "I know that. That's why I want and need your expertise. I don't want to employ staff that will take advantage of omegas. And, Eren. You should know by now, I don't want any other omega. I've dealt with omegas in heat, and their scents are revolting. You're my husband, and even if our vows weren't traditional, I meant everything. Has this been bothering you? You thinking I wouldn't spend your heat with you?" Eren wiped at his face "Bright Eyes, please. Has it?" "So what if it has?" "Then we should talk about it. I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to force you into something you'll regret" "You're my fucking husband. If I can't spend my heat with you, who can I?" Walking up behind him, Levi guided him into his arms "Eren. You're not spending your heat with anyone other than me. Maybe we should have talked about it earlier, but when have really had time to? Your first heat alone nearly saw you die. I almost begged you to let me spend your heats with you, but I didn't want to put that pressure on you. As for other omegas, I don't want them. I want my husband. My omega" Why did Levi have to be all magical with his warm touches? And why couldn't he see how it looked? A hotel full of sexy omegas in heat... "But..." "But, what?" "I'm not pretty any more. My stomach isn't flat. My arse and hips are huge... my skin's gross... my body is ugly" "You're body isn't ugly. You're not ugly. I love your stretch marks. I love your small tummy. I love your arse, and hips, and thighs. I love sucking your dick, and eating your arse. You giving birth, it hasn't changed that" Eren blushed. How could Levi just say that in the middle of the street?! Where anyone could be listening "If you would let me, I would love to spend your heat with you" "I don't want to fall pregnant" "Then we'll look into contraceptives. As long as your comfortable, that's the main thing" Nuzzling into his neck, Eren swore he could smell arousal on Levi. Personally, he'd been practically limp for weeks, but he supposed that was what happened when you tore right up to your balls. Noticing a rather severe looking woman scowling at them, he pushed Levi away. Confused at first, Levi put two and two together for him "You must be Ms Belmont?" "Mr Ackerman? I wasn't aware that you'd have someone joining you" Probably because no one expected omegas to do anything "This is my husband, Eren" Belmont didn't look impressed "Shall we take a look at the property? Would your, omega, prefer to wait in the car?" "Omega" was practically a sigh of annoyance. Leaving Eren frowning at the woman, while Levi moved between them "My husband will be joining us. We are looking to purchase the property together" "Right. I must warn you, the building hasn't been opened in months, and is being sold in its current condition..." Following Levi up the stairs, he still didn't know what to think about all of this. He didn't particularly want to walk into the hotel, but Belmont could fucking jump if she thought he'd roll over and wait in the car. Waiting for him at the top of the stairs, Levi took his hand "Even if this isn't the place, it's ok" "You wouldn't have chosen it if you didn't like it. I know what you're like, Levi" "Ok. I narrowed it down, and this one seemed most manageable and it's already been cleared of asbestos. It's also in a nicer location" Eren shot him a glare. He wasn't going to be swayed by... holy fuck... there was a fucking chandelier. No. He was definitely not going to be swayed by shiny things "... the interior design was heavily influenced by the art nouveau movement, while the original building its self was erected in 1970..." God. This Belmont woman sucked at her job. Her voice filled with disinterest, despite the fact the power actually fucking worked and things were kind of cool. It'd obviously been broken into, mirrors smashed, and spray painting across walls. Wait... Tugging his husband back, he frowned "1970. That makes it... 54?" Belmont answered his whisper "It does. There was a fire, destroying the top floors, and ultimately destroying the top 4 floors. It was rebuilt 7 years later, operations of the hotel ended in 1996. The property chanced numerous hands since. As I've explained to your husband" Growling softly, Levi whispered "Don't let her get to you..." "I feel stupid" "You're not. I didn't explain everything to you" "Mr Ackerman, would you like to see the evening parlour" Levi nodded, Belmont turn and walking towards the door that read "bar". With her back to them, Levi bowed to him "Eren, would you care to join me in the Evening Parlour?" Levi's phoney accent was more than a little funny. Nodding, his husband lifted his hand, like they did in the old movies when the men led the women to the dance floor "Shall we sip scotch? Or shall it be champagne, my love?" "Man... a bar where omegas can drink safely... I would have got up to so much trouble... if I like, could have" "Maybe we should ditch the bar?" "But... my champagne?" "I'll buy you as much as you like" "Ooooh? You better not tell my husband" "He's a fool. No sane alpha would let you out of their sights" "Mr Ackerman. I am a busy woman. If you're not interested..." Eren covered his snicker. Levi, however, merely took it in his stride "Sorry, we were discussing if this building is suitable for our needs. Like I said. We are interested in buying a property together. If my husband isn't satisfied, I'm not" Eren looked away. Knowing he was being swept away by Levi. This was an absolutely massive project, that he really couldn't see happening. But his words has also come back to haunt him. He had told Levi he'd support him, so he had to push aside his hatred of Belmont "Yes. Of course. As I was saying, this is the Evening Parlour" The hotel was nice in its own way. The bathrooms were kind of gross from disuse, but Eren fully supported the idea of a shower over a bath. It'd help with cramping during heat, and he loved the older style of bath with its big claw feet. The rooms had been stripped, and needed a complete makeover... but they'd fit a double bed, and a fridge... No. Nope. He was getting swept away again. It was hard to keep looking at the hotel so objectively. After the bar, they'd headed to the top floor. He hated the modern feel of it, but again, there was a but. Levi had so many ideas for the space. Talking about how they could live there. Eren didn't have the heart to tell him no. Yes. It was way bigger than their apartment, with plenty of natural light, or there would have been if the windows weren't crusted with dust. When he imagined Levi's personal hell, it was a dusty and grimy place like this... and they reached his personal hell. Joining into the kitchen was a basement. The moment he saw the steps leading down into an inky blackness, his chest seized. Levi hadn't mentioned there would be a basement... and he could have decked his husband for it "Eren?" Backing away, he bolted back through the hotel. Not stopping until he was heaving his guts up by the front steps. It'd been years... he shouldn't be this weak. He shouldn't feel so fucking afraid of a stupid room... but he was. It was he'd been bathed like smell of dirty water and decomposing rat. He'd never been this angry with Levi before. He hadn't warned him. He hadn't said anything. He'd let him wander around in the kitchen before fucking springing it on him... All he had to do was tell him... A creepy abandoned building with a creepy fucking basement. He... if he'd been... would Levi have left him down there? Spiralling, Eren collapsed down onto the sidewalk. Clutching his chest as he shook his head. Levi wouldn't lock him down there. Levi wouldn't leave him to die. He wouldn't.... but... Whining deeply, he called for his alpha. He couldn't fucking breathe "Fuck" Whining again for Levi, his husband appeared. Taking his face in his hands, Eren knew he was supposed to focus on his breathing, and that he was supposed to focus on Levi. He was just too fucking scared to "Bright Eyes, you've got to breathe for me. You're ok. You don't have to go down there... I'm not going to make you go down there" "You... never... fucking... said..." "I know. I know. I'm sorry. I didn't think it'd be just there" Levi had known. Feeling like he couldn't breathe, he tried to push Levi back. It wasn't just that he couldn't breathe, it was the awful feeling that came before vomiting. Levi's shoes catching the brunt of it "Let it out. I'm sorry..." Fuck Levi and his wonderfully soft nature. He was angry at the arsehole... and shouldn't he be mad that his shoes were now ruined "I'm going to lock up now. Talk things through with your... husband. You have the office number" Fucking Belmont. He didn't appreciate her seeing him like this, but at least she was fucking off. Even Levi didn't reply to her. With his chest heaving, she'd long since left before his breathing came back under control. Brushing Levi off, Eren rose to his feet "Eren?" "I don't want to talk to you right now. I want to go home" "Eren..." "I want to go home, Levi" The drive home was short, long and awkward all at the same time. Eren exhausted as fine tremors continued to run through his body. Trailing behind Levi, he felt weak and useless, and definitely not in the mood for Hanji as Levi let them into the apartment. Ignoring everything she said, he headed straight for the shower, determined to get the stink of stale water of his skin. Even he'd been taken back by how badly he'd reacted to a fucking doorway... Levi would probably want to talk about it. He'd probably even call Krista, and dob him over his meltdown... Fuck. He'd been letting himself get swept away. He wanted to scream out his frustration... Unfortunately, "fuck" wasn't a child friendly word, though it was barely seen as swearing these days. God. He'd reacted so badly. What was he supposed to say? "Yeah. Ok. Maybe I liked the hotel a little, but I don't know about living there, and hey, yeah. That basement, not happening". Like he could say that. Levi would try to make him see the positives. The space was big enough to take in omegas, and have Hanji's clinic like Levi had dreamed out... Maybe it was a good building... and he was what wasn't good? It was all too confusing. He needed a nap, and to calm down... He couldn't think, and he couldn't process anything at the moment. * It was only a few days after they'd visited the hotel that Eren managed to surprise him. His husband had been so upset that he hadn't expected his omega to bring up the shelter again so soon. Especially with the hell of a nightmare Eren had had after they'd returned home. His husband had gone to nap, while Levi had been lectured by Hanji over how distress Eren had been. It wasn't like he could admit he'd scared his husband with an open door, and a set of stairs. It wasn't that long after he'd sent Hanji out to buy dinner that Eren had woken screaming. Rushing into their bedroom, his omega was drenched in sweat and throwing up. Trying to bring Eren back to reality, he received a split lip, before being kicked in the chest, then Eren had escaped. Falling backwards off their bed, with a loud thud. Three damn days later, it still hurt. Coming out of their bedroom, Eren dropped down next to him with a sigh. Slinging his legs over his, Eren sighed again, as he rested his head against the sofa cushion. Levi turning off the TV, so give his omega his full attention "What's wrong?" "I want to talk" "About what?" "The hotel. I won't go in there. Not when there's a door on that basement. But... if you want this to happen, then I want to support you. But I'm not going back in there..." "Eren. I'm sorry, I didn't think it would scare you so badly" "I told you I couldn't..." Eren shook his head, before continuing "...Well it did. But I'm trying to think about all of this... without the basement. If you want to move ahead with this, then I'll support you. But that basement, it either has to go, or the door to it has to. And there have to be lights on down there all the time. And I'm not going down there" "You're ok, with going through with this?" "I was so fucking scared. But. Then I started thinking... Maybe if they'd had somewhere they could dump without any one asking questions... Maybe things would have been different?" Nick had to have had shelters under his control, in order to find his victims. Eren's foster parents could have dumped him and deserted him any time they would have liked... "I hate what you went through" "I finally have a good life. I'm not happy all the time, but it's good. And Nick, his money, I don't want it. He hurt so many omegas and nothing will make up for it, ever. I don't want to be cleaning up his mess" "We're not going to be. Shelters exist... this is just another one, but we're going to do it how they all should have been done" "I don't want my name on anything visible in the shelter. I don't want people I don't know, knowing me. Or, at least, anyone else. I just wanted to make things better for someone..." "And we can. But I can't do that, if you don't want this too" "I've thought about this really hard. And, I've made my choice. I'm going to give you 6 months. You have 6 months to sort this project out, and to follow it. But. If it impacts our family. Or if you're working too hard and the kids are suffering because of it, I'm leaving you" Levi blinked... 6 months wasn't exactly a lot of time when dealing with government agencies that liked to take their time to reply "Eren..." "No. You have 6 months, Levi. And I refuse to enter that hotel, until that door is gone and the place is cleaned through. I don't want to meet people from agencies. They're not going to help you, if they're busy judging me" "Eren. You're more than an omega. You're my husband. I want to do this, with my husband" "I'm telling you my counter offer. I might be stupid, and naive to how the world works, but I never know what to say. That's why you make the first contact. I don't know how to reach out and do that. And no red. None at all. Red and a basement, is asking for a horror story" "I don't want a horror story" "No "Shining" shit either. I fucking hate that movie" "No "redrum". Ok. I've looked at few other buildings, if you want to take a look?" This was supposed to be something for both of them. He's honestly thought Eren would be more into it all, but then again, to Eren it was all just a lousy hotel with a basement "No. This is your project. I need to work on me. And Viren's going to be starting daycare next year. I want him to be socialising, and having fun. Hanji's already half way through her pregnancy, and will be finishing up in 6 weeks, so if you're serious about her starting a clinic, you organised that with her..." "I have other papers, and ideas..." "And when you know what's what, then you'll tell me. I don't want to get invested for it to turn into nothing" "Ok... I would still like your name on the building deed. I know you don't want to be on papers and stuff, but I want this for both of us... I want the world to know that you're a strong omega, and that you're my husband" "And what happens if I'm on the deed?" "Well, it legally means you own realestate" "And?" "And I want you to have things of your own, or even part of them. Like this apartment, I've had you put on the deed to it. If something happens to me, then the apartment is yours. Like the shelter would be yours" "I don't know..." "You don't need to know right now. You can keep thinking about it. I'll answer any of your questions I can. I've also been thinking about the basement. We wouldn't have cameras in the hotel rooms, but we could set them up in the basement. That way you'd be able to everything happening down there" "Do we need cameras?" "We"... Eren said "we"... we had to mean together, right? "Only in case of accidents or assaults. Like I said. None in the rooms, but the foyer in case of angry alphas or betas, and the hallways in case anyone gets hurt. That way, there's evidence of whatever happens" "I don't know if I like the idea of cameras. I don't know if I can feel natural" "Eren, once you get used to them, you won't think about them. Also, it's for our safety, and Hanji's. If she had a violent patient and gets hurt, there needs to be evidence" "The cops won't do anything" Like Floch hadn't done anything... "They will, if we make it so they can't ignore them" "I'll follow you. But seriously, I'm not impressed. I told you I didn't want you staying up" Levi snorted, Eren's eyes narrowing in annoyance "I was watching TV and got distracted. I wasn't working on anything" "So you like TV, more than me?" "No. I didn't say that. It was so bad that I got caught up in it" "You're not making this better for yourself" "Sorry" "You're lucky Titan wanted snuggles, or I would have been out here to growl at you sooner" "You want snuggles?" "I want my husband to be involved in this family" "Point taken. I'm sorry. We can go to bed now?" "It's nearly time for the twins to wake up and demand food" "Rei is good like that" "He is. And don't forget. If you start neglecting the kids, I will leave" "Then I want you to yell at me each time I mess up. I'm serious, Eren. I want to do this for us, but not at the cost of us" "You might end up regretting that" "I might. But I think we've both had lives with far too many regrets. I'm sick of them" "So am I..." Falling silent, Levi couldn't stand the quiet. Eren was obviously thinking about the shelter still. He could tell by the shifting hues of his husband's scent. He'd wanted Eren to help with the interior design plans, but his husband didn't want to, and he needed to respect that. Even if it the mammoth project had just become even bigger for him. Still, he couldn't complain. Eren was respecting his own limits, and choosing for himself to put himself first. Coaxing his husband slowly into his lap, he then rose from the sofa, Eren clinging to him "Levi?! What are you doing?" "You'll be more comfortable feeding Eli in bed, and I've got a bottle to make" "Is it your turn tonight?" "I don't know. But I like the idea of cuddling with the twins" "Mmm... That's better. I know it's hard to find the balance between work and family, but don't go forgetting us" "I won't. I promise you, that I won't" "Good. Now, take me to bed" "I'm on it" * The shelter ended up being a much larger project than Levi had expected, and home life hadn't made it any easier. Viren had fallen off the jungle gym at the park, breaking his left arm. Eren's heat had been an arsehole, hitting a full 3 weeks before it was supposed to... it'd been fucking amazing, messy as hell and both of them had been too exhausted to move the next two days after it ended... with Eren's post heat depression not hitting until after a little medical intervention. They hadn't organised his contraceptive shot in time, so it'd been an emergency call to Mike and two small white pills for his husband. They'd tried to use condoms, but so caught up in each other and the pleasure of going at like rabbits all over the apartment... condoms hadn't always made it on his dick before Eren did. His heat had also hit at the worst time possible, as he'd had to ask Erwin to take over the meetings with the builders and renovators at the site. Erwin having quit, because Mike had quit... when Hanji quit. There was a whole heap of quitting, and a whole heap of input as the shelter project spiralled. Everyone seemed to have their own idea of how things should be, especially fucking Eyebrows, who didn't understand why they wouldn't have a door on the basement, or why they wouldn't have a full alpha staff. How the man managed to make it through the day without dying of stupidity, Levi would never know. When he'd told Eren about Erwin coming onto the project, his husband had straight up said no, not without being on suppressants. As if going without suppressants had ever been a viable option. In December all their plans stalled again as Hanji gave birth to her second daughter. Anna completely in love with her the moment she'd laid eyes on her. Eren being her birthing partner again, because the omega was too polite to say no. Not that he'd minded. He now how two beautiful goddaughters. It'd helped take his mind off of everything, and Levi had enjoyed not being in trouble for working too hard... even though he was sure Eren preferred it when he wasn't home. The omega's mental health was still an issue, but keeping himself busy had helped to a degree. It wasn't like their was a magical cure to depression, anxiety or PTSD, thought medication would have helped, Eren preferred to keep breastfeeding, after his heat. Despite having been given 6 months from the end of July, it was a full year before the dust settled, then another month making sure everything was absolutely perfect... during which time, Levi might have kept the new business sign on the facade finished. He was the only who knew the the name of the organisation he'd established in both his and Eren's names, as well as the only one who knew the new building name as well. Wall Rose didn't shout "omega shelter" to him, so it'd had to go. When things had started looking as if they'd take that long, Levi had made sure to get permission from Eren. The area that had been the "Evening Parlour", had been turned into Hanji's clinic, because getting a licence to serve beverages, and the requirements was too much fucking work... and it wasn't like they really needed a bar. While the top floor had been converted into an apartment twice the size of the one they had, a dance studio for Eren, and a small quarters for overnight staff. Eren might not have wanted to move, but for practicalities sake, it made more sense to Levi to turn into a homely and inviting place, given how much time would be spent there. As it turned out, fate decided for them that they'd be moving into the old hotel. Having kept everything under wraps, Levi finally brought Eren to see the hotel once the rooms were organised. And under the pretence of having his husband make sure everything was in place. Leaving the kids with Hanji, Eren was nervous and fidgety the whole drive. His husband had seen some of the work, on the rare occasions they had meetings that involved both of them signing off due to Eren's name being on the property deed, but his husband hadn't seen the hotel since the front sign went up, and honestly, Levi was more than a little excited to show him. Especially as the title would be so personal to Eren. Parking in front of the building, Levi climbed out the car, before jogging around and opening Eren's door for him. Slapping Levi off of him, though smiling, his husband followed him back around the car "What do you think?" "I think it's white" It was. White with alternating teal and orange window trims... the whole building looking so much more inviting than the hideous yellow "And the sign's covered?" "Yeah. Hanji's been a real in pain the arse over it, but I wanted you to be the first to see" "Why me?" "Because you're my husband... and because I think you'll understand once you see" Being prepared, revealing the sign above the doors meant a short trip up the ladder and pulling off the cloth draped over it. Levi's heart racing as he did. It was worse than pulling off a bandaid, not knowing how badly it would hurt. Ripping the cloth off, he pulled it down as he descended the ladder. Eren letting out a gasp loud enough for him to hear "Lee?! What is this?!" "I know this shelter is for all omegas, but it wouldn't have been possible without your bravery and courage in standing up to Nick" "But... what?! It... Lee..." Smiling at his husband, Levi pulled him into his arms. Both of them staring up at the large white sign "Dancing on The Wind, A safe shelter for all omegas, Operated under The Wings of Freedom Organisation" To the top right side of the Shelter name, two bird silhouettes were painted. One in maya blue, the other orange, with the birds the same as the ones painted along the top of the nursery walls at home. Sinking down in his arms, Eren sobbed against him "Lee... it's perfect..." "I thought so, but if you're already crying over the sign, you're going to cry once you see the mission statement on the door" "Oh... what does it say?" "Why don't we have a look, together?" "I don't know if I can" "I'm pretty sure you can" "I..." "Eren, you came into my life and changed absolutely everything. I can't picture a life without you, and every time you see this sign, I want you to know how much I love you" "I... don't deserve this" Levi smiled fondly, kissing Eren's temple. His husband had a long way to go, but he'd never love another like he loved Eren "Eren, you deserve the whole world. You're my whole world... now, I want to welcome you to our shelter. Our safe place, for all kinds of omegas" Guiding a shaky Eren up the stairs, his husband couldn't stop crying, and unable to read the mission printed on the front door "A refuge in which we leave the labels behind. Empowering, supporting, educating and encouraging omegas to reach their full potential" Eren's fingers traced over the letters, as he sniffled "What does the rest of it say?" "That this is a safe shelter. Unauthorised alphas are not permitted, nor will we tolerate acts of violence towards the omegas on the premises. This is your one and only warning" "Lee..." "Come on. This is just the beginning" Showing Eren around the renovated hotel, Levi was proud. His alpha even prouder. Every little thing he'd chosen had been with Eren in mind, even when it clashed with the requests of the others. They'd been able to cut down on costs with government grants and funding, though he had borrowed against the apartment to make sure they had enough cash to fall back on when inevitable wrinkles showed up. His husband wouldn't go into the kitchen, but that was something to work up to, and Levi was proud that Eren had at least stuck his head in to take a quick look. Working their way up, Levi explained everything to his husband. How the key lock system worked. Where each camera was located. What was in each bathroom, and were extra toiletry supplies were. The blankets were all based on the brands of Eren's favourite and most used, each room was a white canvas, with large cork boards for omegas to pin to posters and such. The third floor had been designed more for omegas staying long term, rather than ones seeking a safe place to spend their heats. Each room also had a blanket that was "gifted" to the user of the room. Something small they could call their own. In the lobby, there was a place for clothes donations, for omegas who had nothing, and they'd been working with a few second hand stores to set up vouchers for omegas who had nothing at all. By the time they reached the top apartment, Eren was babbling about the amazing job they'd all done and how he was sorry for not helping, but incredibly proud of the job they'd done. Saving the dance space for last, Levi showed him the staff quarters. The intercom beside the front door was linked to the the intercom in the room, so the doors could be safely locked at night. From there, he led Eren into the massive apartment. With five rooms, two bathrooms, an open kitchen/dining/ living area, and it's own seperate laundry, it was so much bigger than Levi could have hoped for. The master bedroom was special. Only he and Eren had the keys for it, and Levi had ditched the 4 plain white walls approach. The wall behind the bed was painted in the colours of the ocean. Colours taken from Eren's photos of Paradis Beach. His husband finally snapped when they reached their. Levi found himself pushed down on the queensized bed, as a very happy Eren made his feelings shown... it didn't even matter to his husband that the bed wasn't made. Eren's hands all over him as he rushed to rid him of his clothes. The sex was hard and fast, Eren riding him as he praised him. Outside his heat, Eren still wasn't comfortable showing him his stomach. His husband still struggling with his body, despite it being well over a year since giving birth. Bringing them both to orgasm, Eren was all kisses as he collapsed forward, chest to chest. It's been a while since Eren had truly been this happy about anything, leaving him feeling like was being swept away. It took another round of sex for Eren to be satisfied, not that Levi minded. His omega was absolutely stunning, and when he smiled... he knew he was the luckiest alpha in the world. It wasn't until they'd both come down from their high, that Eren remembered the other room on the floor. His husband begging to know what was behind the door, while Levi was just trying to keep his cool. He was knotted inside Eren, after all. And each wriggle from his perfect mate brought with it the jostling of his knot... and with all the work going into organising the shelter for its grand opening had meant a distinct slump in their sex life... even with two heats, and a half heat since Eren had given birth in their bedroom. Cleaning themselves up. Levi switched to piggybacking Eren around. His husband wouldn't stop pressing kisses to his shoulder as he did... until they reached the dance studio. He knew absolutely nothing about dancing, so had been forced to contact Sasha, who was surprisingly easily brought with food. There were full floor to ceiling length mirrors, as well as two fully fitted stripper poles. The audio system could be linked up to Eren's phone, and the whole room was sound proof. Eren was completely speechless, but Levi wasn't done with the surprises. The hotel was finished, and it was time to plan their proper wedding. Especially now they had the perfect venue, according to Eren. Planning their wedding together took up most of their time after opening the shelter. It took a few days before they had their first omega come in. A timid little woman who'd seen their advertising on social media. As exciting as it was to finally have an actual omega there, the woman had unfortunately been to a bad shelter before. She expected to be hurt or to pay with sex, and it'd taken a whole afternoon with Eren for her to calm and accept that they didn't want anything from her. It wasn't long after that, that they started getting more and more omegas. Especially when Hanji began to openly advertise that her clinic was specialising in omega health, and the health of their children. It wasn't easy. The first medical emergency they'd had left Eren in tears, an abused omega that hadn't even had the strength to get through the doorway. For Eren, it'd been like looking at himself. With everything happening, it wasn't until November that their plans came together, and all that was left was paying off the deposits. Levi over cake completely, but Eren loved sugar and he loved his husband's face lighting up as they'd tried dozens of different flavours. Eren's dream wedding falling on the 14th of January. Viren now 5, and a force to be reckoned with. Hanji hadn't been able to help herself, as she whisked Eren away to organise his tuxedo... and again for his hen's night. Mike had been in charge of Levi's buck's night, leaving Levi feeling like he'd gotten the better deal as they'd gone paint balling, before bar hopping. His buck's night falling the night before Eren's hen's night, so his omega could spend the morning of their wedding dressing without the twins, or Viren, interrupting. Especially Viren. His curious nature had beaten the child proofing of their apartment. He'd even figured out he could drag a chair to the door to undo the chain, and the door bolt. He'd then become particularly fond of letting Titan out. Both twins were also on their feet, being 21 months and 20 months respectively. This time he'd been there for their first babbles word of "mama", and their first steps. Rei surprising them all by beating Eli by a whole two months to "walk". Perhaps that was why Titan was so happy to escape the apartment? Though it never lasted more than a few seconds as he'd meow pathetically to come back in. With the lobby of the hostel as see of white lilies, and the wedding party limited to around 20 or so people, their wedding had been small and intimate. Despite all her efforts, Eren had worn the black tux he'd wanted, and looked exquisite as he had. The smile on his husband's lips was contagious as they renewed their vows, though this time they were the traditionally version. Purely because this wedding was more for everyone else than themselves. Eren didn't want to customise their vows, because he wanted the things they'd said to each other in the hallway of the church, to stay between the five of them... though, Eld and Gunther probably would have forgotten the words anyway... even if they were their witnesses again. Mike was Eren's best man, while Erwin had been his. Viren had been ringbarer, Anna the flower girl, while Hanji was on babysitting duty, given her second daughter, Molly, was still breastfeeding. When the ceremony was finished, the double doors to the dining area were opened wide for the reception. Eren purring so hard that he could barely thank everyone wishing them well. He felt like everything was a dream, and he still wasn't completely sure that the shelter was real. Levi had done such an amazing job, that if he were to wake and find himself back in their apartment, he wouldn't be surprised. Dancing their first dance to a rather unconventional song, Levi couldn't stop kissing Eren. With his husband's arms draped over his shoulders, their were lip to lip as they slow danced. Again... Levi had asked for Sasha's help with the basics. He'd even learned how to do the fancy spins... not that he was bragging about it. Sighing happily, Eren kissed his lips for what must have been the thousandth time that day "Happy, Brat?" "You have no idea. I've got something to tell you" "Mmm? If it's that you love me, I hate to break it to you, but I love you too" "I do love you, but that's not quite it" "Oh?" Lowering his right hand, Eren took his. Pressing it to his stomach with a shy smile "I know it's unplanned. But my heat's late... I took a test this morning and now you're the first person I've told" "You're..." "Yeah. So, I guess we're moving into the hotel..." "Are you... Are you sure?" The twins weren't even two. They'd been careful... especially after Eren's first heat. They kept up with his injections... and he had no idea how this could have possibly happened. Not that he wasn't happy... but he was also fucking terrified. Two hard pregnancies would do that. And even if their relationship was in a much better place, it still wasn't going to be easy... "Yeah, Levi. I still have a whole lot to work through, but I'm pregnant again. You're going to have to get a vasectomy or something. Your come is just too potent" "Would it bother you, if I did?" "No... but can we wait until make an appointment before planning what comes next? We've had false alarms before, and if the pup isn't healthy, I don't think I can go through what we did with Rei" "I wouldn't ask, or expect you to. I know we vaguely talked about it..." "Yeah. But this is it for me. After this baby, I don't want to fall pregnant again... unless it's another boy. I'd love to have a daughter with you" "Eren. No. This is your body. I am not with you for children. Don't look so scared. You're my world. And I understand. As sexy as you are pregnant, we can't have a whole football team" "Well, we probably could. But I don't think I could keep up with it. I'm getting old" "You're getting old? You're only 27 this year" "I'd planned to try for a baby if we hadn't had a girl by the time I hit 30. I still don't know how it happened, but we're good, right?" "We're so much better than where we were with the twins, and I would love to move in here with you. When you're ready" "I'm ready. I'm more than ready. This. All of this. It's my dream come true. Every single thing you do, I fall more and more in love with you" Levi snorted softly "And I keep falling more in love with you. I can't believe we're having another pup" "I know. And it's scary as hell, so I'll be counting on you" "And I'll support you. Like you've supported me" "I don't know. I left all of this to you, and you built a whole building that screams how much you love me" "Because I do" "And we're going to grow old together. We'll be one of those disgustingly loved up old couples that have matching walking frames, and disturb our family with all our kisses" "And all our sex. Just because I'm getting old, doesn't mean I still can't destroy this sweet arse of yours" "I look forward to it... though I expect you to make the effort of riding me, no matter the bad knees and hips" "Like I'd ever say no to that" When their dance came to an end, they did the rounds. Marco and Jean were there, with Mina, Anka and their youngest daughter Tilly. Krista and Ymir were there. With government funding, and Krista's help, they'd been able to find a therapist to work with omegas for "free". Meaning the government was footing the bill for the appointments. Sasha and Connie were there. Sasha giving Eren shit over his sloppy frame while dancing, Connie backing her up as she did. Mike, Erwin and Eld had found some bizarre way to keep their three way relationship going. Gunther had brought a date with him. Levi and Eren both promptly forgetting her name, and softly laughing over it once they'd moved on. Hanji, but they skipped her as Eren had been with her all morning, and she was busy with Molly. Anna, Viren, Rei and Eli were "dancing" together. There were a few other people from Levi's days a paramedic, and a few from Eren's dance days. And the numbers were rounded out by a few omegas they had in their care. Eren had done the rounds to carefully explain that they were having their wedding there, and to invite all of them to celebrate. Some were too scared, but it was nice to see a couple had braved coming down. They'd taken on a massive task. A task Levi never thought they would. He'd never wanted to be responsible for people's lives, even as a paramedic. It was a stupid thing to think, but the deaths of Isabel and Farlan had been the start of his chance. He'd been stuck in his seed pod until Eren had come along, and helped him grow, before blooming. Not that he'd say any of that shit like that. He had his pride after all... and fuck. He was so fucking proud. Looking around and drinking in the sight of everyone having a good time, he wrapped both arms around Eren. Staring into his bright green eyes, as he kissed him softly. Yeah. He was so fucking proud of what they'd achieved, and excited to see how Eren surprised him next. Eren was right. Things weren't always perfect, they fought, they yelled and screamed, and both still had nightmares... but he was still so fucking proud. With Eren by his side, they could change the world.

[lankylevi]

A Rather Pleasant Surprise

A christmas special where Eren comes home from work and finds Levi standing in the kitchen with nothing but Christmas stockings on.

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Jaw dropping, eyes widening and cock hardening, Eren watches his boyfriend sensually dance in the kitchen with nothing but Christmas stockings on.

Mesmerized by the way the thigh-highs hug Levi’s legs so perfectly as he swings his hips in a way that should be fucking illegal, the brunette can’t do anything but stand by the doorframe and enjoy every second of the show.

Watching how Levi’s calves flex under the fabric as he stands on his toes, trying to reach what looks like a backing mold, Eren swears to himself that he’s going to keep quiet as long as his self-restraint allows him to.

Levi on the other hand seems to be enjoying himself very much. Swiftly pouring the mixture into the rectangular shape as he keeps on moving his hips along with the basses of the song, not aware that every motion his body makes is being drunk up by emerald eyes. Feeding on the way his buff boyfriend’s muscles tense and relax with every single movement.

Setting a step back so he is out of the raven’s sight; Eren bites his lip to the point where his skin almost breaks when he sees his boyfriend turn around, mouthing the words with lips covered in red.

“I wanna feel you, I want it all.” He sings along with the music that is playing in the background, the words rolling off his tongue and past those delicious red lips that Eren quickly wants to set to work.

The song continues, vaguely drumming in Eren’s ears as he can’t take his eyes off the raven. Way too busy stifling back a moan as he gropes the bulge that has formed in his pants from the sight of Levi’s hardened cock, standing proud between his legs while he sensually licks the batter off of his fingers. Sucking on them and swirling his tongue around it as if he is putting on a show. And as soon as that thought crossed the brunette’s mind; the mood in the air changes instantly in tune with the vibe of the song.

Levi’s eyes shoot up, meeting Eren’s as he starts mouthing the words: “Baby I wanna touch you…” Exiting his finger from his mouth, dragging it along his bottom lip towards his jaw, smearing the lipstick over his chin while not losing eye-contact. And Eren is almost certain he sees something flicker inside of those piercing eyes that are blown wide with desire and leave nothing but a small ring of silver to stare back into.

Swallowing the lump down his throat, Eren’s legs start working on their own. Walking straight into the living room, but stopping as soon as the raven raises a finger while shaking his head and a sinful smirk curls on his lips “See, I gotta hunt you,”

Swinging his hips as he makes his way closer to his boyfriend in need, making sure to run his hands over his sides as he licks his lips. Being fully aware that he is driving Eren insane with the thigh-highs and lipstick... just like he had planned.

Closing the distance between them and running a finger over Eren’s shirt, Levi knows he is going to surprise him by doing the following.

Eren sees Levi dropping onto his knees, not wasting a single second to tease his lover as he skillfully unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants.“Baby I wanna fuck you…” Kissing the tip of his erected cock, ensuring that he is leaving some colour on it. “I wanna feel you in my bones… boy, I’m gonna love you,”

With that Eren sees Levi parting his lips, giving him one last glance before he takes the first few inches inside his deliciously warm mouth.

Maybe it is the song, maybe the thigh-highs, or maybe it is Levi, but Eren has never felt so hot and needy in his entire life. Especially when he notices the way the raven bops his head back and forth, leaving red prints all over his cock, looking like he cannot get enough while he hungrily sucks and swallows around him.

Yanking at the black hair to get his attention, Eren gives him that look when their eyes meet. The look that Levi loves more than anything, a look that says “I’m gonna fuck your mouth until I’m spilling inside of you and you cum from the mere feeling of it.”

A whine leaves the raven’s throat, not giving a single fuck in the world that he is so desperately starving for Eren’s cum. The vibration sending shivers down Eren’s spine, but it doesn’t seem like a bad thing. Not when he bucks his hips forward, forcing more of himself inside Levi’s mouth and almost hitting the back of his throat.

“A-ah… Levi,” the brunette groans, sliding in and out of Levi’s swollen parted lips.

Rocking his hips back and forth before forcing himself out of that wet heat to smear more lipstick onto his dick and Levi’s face; Eren is losing it as much, if not more than Levi.

Feeling a strong grip on his buttocks while the same sinful look appears in the raven’s eyes again, Eren cannot do anything except holding on for dear life as he waits for what is about to come.

He gets pulled back into Levi’s mouth, cock halting at the end of his throat, making tears dwell up in the corners of Levi’s eyes that speak nothing but lust and determination. Eren sees him adjusting the angle of his face, slacking his jaw and taking one last deep breath through his nose before he dives in. Moving forward until his nose is buried against Eren’s groin which makes the latter almost lose his balance.

“I see you’ve been practicing, that vibrator of yours has been put to good use.” His voice sounding way calmer than he is actually feeling and his skin burning from the sensation of Levi swallowing him whole. “Tell me did you first fuck your throat before you fucked your ass with it?” He says devilishly, gripping the back of the raven’s head and keeping him in place as he looks him straight into the eye “Did you Levi?”

He can see how hard he is trying to move his head, but that is not an easy task while your mouth and throat are stuffed with cock.

Eren simply smirks at him, loosening his grip around his head so Levi is able to exit him from his mouth.

Levi licks his lips, tasting whatever is left of the lipstick that is now smeared all over his face, alongside the aftertaste of Eren’s deliciously hot cock in his mouth. “Yes, wanted to make sure your Christmas present was all ready for you.”

“Seems like you planned this out, what else do you have in mind for tonight?”

“Many things, but first I wanna taste you. I want you to make a mess of me.”

“Oh Levi, you’re gonna regret saying that if you’re even able to speak again at all.” With that Eren slides back between Levi’s lips, instantly forcing himself down his throat again. Not moving his hips, but using Levi’s face to literally face-fuck the hell out of him.

He sees Levi squirm underneath him, trying so hopelessly not to gag around the length that lays heavy on his tongue and so easily moves in and out of his mouth.

“Fuck yourself Levi.” Eren orders the raven and immediately sees confusion strike on the latter’s face.

“Use your fingers to abuse that hole of yours while you pump your dick, it must be crying for some love doesn’t it?”

Levi doesn’t need to be told twice. In less than a second one hand is on his straining cock while the other one has picked up some drool that was hanging out of his mouth and is now teasing his entrance.

“Good boy, now push one knuckle inside of you.” And Levi does just that. Wincing at the sudden intrusion but soon fucking himself open with his fingers while his mouth and throat are being abused to the point where he doesn’t know what to feel. Does he want to feel his hole being spread, or are it the fast strokes on his cock that are doing it for him? But he already knows the answer to that question.

It is Eren fucking the life out him that makes him lose it every single time, over and over again.

“G-gonna cum baby.” Eren breathes, grunting as he starts bucking his hips even though he’s still using Levi’s face for his own pleasure. The latter not knowing if that was a question or a statement, but he doesn’t care. Not even a little when he feels the muscles in his abdomen clench, warning him for the fast approaching release that he needs so badly from his throat being fucked raw.

“Gonna cu-ah!” Eren gasps, and the way Levi sees the brunette come undone above him, is all it takes for him to finish his own release; cum bursting on his abs as he feels his throat being painted white.

Riding out their orgasms; Eren leaving that task to Levi who moves his head back and forth to milk every last drop of cum out of his boyfriend’s cock while lazily stroking his own, they finally get their breathing back under control.

Coming down from their high, Eren makes sure to help Levi getting up from his kneeling position and hoists him upwards while giving a good squeeze into his covered thighs.

“Wh- what are you doing?”

“Continuing this in the bedroom.”

“Don’t forget the cake though.” Levi adds with a playful smile before his eyes dart to the timer on the oven. “35 minutes, better fuck me good in that time.”

“Challenge accepted.”

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Soraya Roberts | Longreads | January 2020 |  8 minutes (2,233 words)

On the cover of Susan Sontag’s 2003 book-length essay Regarding the Pain of Others, her last publication before her death, is a Goya print from his graphic 19th-century series The Disasters of War. It shows a reclining soldier passively taking in a dead man hanging from a tree, a body in a row of indistinguishable dangling bodies. Its pain — and the indifference with which that pain can be met — is the perfect illustration of Sontag’s book, which was her response to the query, “How in your opinion are we to prevent war?” She questioned whether the representation of suffering has any hand in ending it. “For a long time some people believed that if the horror could be made vivid enough, most people would finally take in the outrageousness, the insanity of war,” Sontag writes. 

Is that why American Dirt, a sensationalized, stereotype-ridden piece of telenovela exploitation written by a self-identified white (later Puerto Rican–grandmother identified) woman, was met with a seven-figure deal and trumpeted by a publishing industry — Oprah’s Book Club most notably — that ignores countless Latinx stories? Is that why On the Record, a documentary initially backed by Oprah about various women accusing Def Jam cofounder Russell Simmons of sexual misconduct, premiered at Sundance when so many other films about women’s oppression have not? Both of these works have been held up in the tradition of pain iconography and as part of a wider culture that both defers to and is let off the hook by Oprah, its designated high priestess of compassion. An indigent black girl from the rural South, she was an exemplar of one of the most neglected demographics in America. That this capitalist society made her a billionaire for inspiring a cultural bloodletting has immunized it from the sort of criticism levied when white men like Jerry Springer (or white women like Gwyneth Paltrow) do the same thing. 

But the merciless critique Oprah has received both for her support of American Dirt and lack of support for On the Record points to a framework that simultaneously benefits her and uses her as a shield. This empathetic entrepreneur’s predictably myopic choices — just like her acolytes’, from Dr. Phil to Reese Witherspoon — may not serve the majority, but they do serve the system that lets her take the fall for its larger failures of representation. Oprah is one of the most salient testaments to capitalism. 

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  “People want to weep,” Sontag writes. “Pathos, in the form of a narrative, does not wear out.” She may have been referencing war photography, but the sentiment applies to all narrative forms of suffering, which “are more than reminders of death, of failure, of victimization. They invoke the miracle of survival.” This almost superhuman transcendence of misfortune, this ability to raise yourself out of your primordial pain toward the heavens, is the prototype for the American Dream. It is also the perfect paean to plutocracy. Oprah is the prime example: teen mom, child sex abuse, teen pregnancy, drug use. While working her way toward a journalism career, she was told early on that she was too emotional while anchoring the news. It was here that she found a gaping hole in the market: Oprah turned her “failure” into a touchy-feely talk show, eventually netting herself a cult of personality and an empire approaching $3 billion. Her triumph over her past imbued her with the authority to turn beleaguered strangers’ private torment into public good and served as testament to a hierarchy of success founded on flagellation. “There is nothing greater than the spirit within you to overcome,” she said on The Oprah Winfrey Show. “You and God can conquer this,” conquering here implying profiting. She was proof that it worked. Oprah may not think you are responsible for your own misery, but she does believe you are responsible for flipping your misfortune, just like she did. As she told a women’s economic conference in 1989, “There’s a condition that comes with being and doing all you can: you first have to know who you are before you can do that.”  

Her suffering was transformative, a brand of anguish Sontag defines in her book with an unintentionally spot-on characterization of how Oprah, who referred to her talk show as her “ministry,” secularized (and capitalized on) a pious approach to hardship. “It is a view of suffering, of the pain of others, that is rooted in religious thinking, which links pain to sacrifice, sacrifice to exaltation,” Sontag wrote. The people Oprah chose to interview (Michael Jackson, Whitney Houston), the books she chose to plug (Toni Morrison, James Frey’s A Million Little Pieces), and the films she chose to produce (Beloved, Precious) — all followed this same general trajectory from trauma to some semblance of deliverance, hewing with her own personal experience. They also served to convince the most downtrodden members of the population that the system was only failing to work for them because they failed to plumb their own souls deeply enough. If capitalism was unprofitable for them, it’s because they weren’t doing the work — not in the industrious sense, but in the therapeutic one.

Oprah’s recent projects fall well within that tradition, including On the Record, the Kirby Dick and Amy Ziering documentary she was executive producing for Apple TV+ (it will now air on HBO Max), which centered around a group of women accusing Russell Simmons of sexual abuse. (He has been accused by at least a dozen women in total and denies all the charges.) The question is why this high-profile film by multiple-award winning filmmakers that already had a distributor was playing at a highly sought-after festival, when a struggling independent film could have used that rare opening to seek distribution? Instead, the news out of Sundance focused on whether Oprah, who pulled out of the film at the last minute over creative differences, was siding with Simmons or not — whether she was betraying not only her own race, but her own brand (the enabling of struggling black women to claim their due). “In my opinion, there is more work to be done on the film to illuminate the full scope of what the victims endured,” she said in a statement. This reads to me as uncomfortably on brand, Oprah squeezing as much as possible out of a desperate situation — particularly if it’s at the expense of another capitalist success story, in Simmons’s case — to get maximum returns. But this isn’t all down to her own prurience. It’s the industry around her (including Apple) that encourages her to do this, that pays her excessively for it — the same industry that doesn’t even consider the marginalized stories that do not comply with those standards (standards upheld by a black woman, remember).

Having said all of that, it is also a function of technology that our culture expects us to bleed out to survive. The more intimate media becomes, Sontag argued, the further our shock threshold moves. “The real thing may not be fearsome enough,” she wrote, “and therefore needs to be enhanced or reenacted more convincingly.” This is where you get a situation like Jeanine Cummins’s “trauma porn” American Dirt, the latest Oprah’s Book Club pick, about a Mexican migrant fleeing a drug cartel across the border with her son. “I’m interested in characters who suffer inconceivable hardship,” Cummins writes in her author’s note, “in people who manage to triumph over extraordinary trauma.” It was a direct dial to Oprah, and in particularly unfortunate timing, she expressed her support for this hyperbolic yarn about a fictional woman of color’s pain on the same CBS morning show in which she discussed pulling her support from a documentary full of actual women of colors’ pain. In a video posted on Twitter, Oprah held up the Cummins book, with its cover of watercolor birds and barbed wire, and gushed: “I was opened. I was shook up. It woke me up. And I feel that everybody who reads this book is actually going to be immersed in the experience of what it means to be a migrant on the run for freedom.” Her description reminded me of Sontag’s portrayal of graphic battle imagery: “Stop this, it urges. But it also exclaims, What a spectacle!” American Dirt was another in Oprah’s Apple streaming projects, part of her ambition to make “the world’s largest book club,” and it showed a level of outdated hubris that was revisited tenfold upon her mentions.

While the flesh-and-blood migrants who are dying at the border have not been much of a priority to the world of capitalist enterprise, the literary industry’s corner offices have been effusive in their tone-deaf praise for American Dirt, which last year celebrated its release with — no shit — barbed twig centerpieces. The hypocrisy was too much for the Latinx community (and social media) to bear. They balked at a non-Mexican woman who claimed her husband was undocumented (he’s Irish) and painted her nails with her book cover (more barbed wire) being edified for a cheap piece of Mexican cultural appropriation, while their own perhaps less uplifting (see less white) stories were serially overlooked — Oprah’s Book Club has never chosen a Mexican author. “The clumsy, ill-conceived rollout of American Dirt illustrates how broken the system is,” wrote Mexican American author and translator David Bowles in a heavily circulated New York Times op-ed, “how myopic it is to hype one book at the expense of others and how unethical it is to allow a gatekeeper like Oprah’s Book Club to wield such power.” He pointed out that a bestseller doesn’t just happen; it’s deliberately made by big publishers sinking money into its promotion and rallying press and booksellers around it. One book’s immoderate gain is then every other book’s loss: For three months in the wake of Oprah’s book announcements, other books’ sales plummet. This is a clear impoverishment of culture, but, more importantly, it limits the dissemination of ideas that do not serve big business’ hierarchical ideals. Trauma is valued as long as it’s sanctioned by the small number of powerful people who maintain an overwhelming amount of sway over the capitalist system they uphold. The voices that are ultimately projected are their own, serving their interests and no one else’s. As Drew Dixon, the woman at the center of the Simmons doc, said, echoing Bowles: “Oprah Winfrey shouldn’t get to decide for the whole rest of the world.” More importantly, the machine that created her shouldn’t get to either. 

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“So far as we feel sympathy, we feel we are not accomplices to what caused the suffering,” Sontag writes at the end of her book. “Our sympathy proclaims our innocence as well as our impotence.” In the case of Oprah, it proclaims hers while hiding the main accomplices. Once among America’s most oppressed populations, her triumph is not only immune to interrogation, so is American plutocracy for having anointed her as its apostle. Oprah gamed the system that once neglected her, and her success lends it a veneer of progress and perpetuates it into the future. With her accumulated power, she shifted taboos and secured the first black American president approximately 1 million votes. But Oprah’s $2.7 billion net worth, her $25 million private jet, her empire — none of these are incidental. They are emblems of a world which has traded millions of people’s poverty for a handful of people’s riches, millions of perspectives for one authority. Oprah may still be full of good intentions, but good intentions are no longer as significant as actions, and every one of us is now accountable — and not just for ourselves. It is not enough anymore to ask people to lift themselves by their bootstraps now that people are aware that those straps are all rigged to snap.

In the midst of American Dirt landing at No. 1 on the Times bestseller list, its publisher acknowledged mistakes but also announced its epic book tour, the one which elbowed out so many other more worthy books and authors, was being canceled over safety concerns. The move proved that Flatiron — also publisher of five Oprah books — fundamentally buys into the notion that when the country’s marginalized populations interrupt the capitalist machinery, it’s a risk to the country itself. The Hispanic Caucus has since requested a meeting with the Association of American Publishers. Bowles, meanwhile, praised the director of a border library — Kate Horan of Texas’s McAllen Public Library — for declining to be part of a pilot partnership with Oprah’s Book Club. Sontag writes that a transformative approach to suffering like Oprah’s is “a view that could not be more alien to a modern sensibility, which regards suffering as something that is a mistake or an accident or a crime. Something to be fixed.” But Horan’s response to the question “How in your opinion are we to prevent war?” is neither Oprah’s nor the opposite — it is to reject the war itself. Oprah serves up war stories to the system that is responsible for them — her response is to meet suffering with suffering. The Latinx community sees the paradox even if Oprah, in her prism of privilege, cannot. “We’ll never meekly submit our stories, our pain, our dignity,” writes Bowles, “to the ever-grinding wheels of the hit-making machine.”

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Soraya Roberts is a culture columnist at Longreads.

[werkboileddown]

1 THE EXTERMINATOR DOES A GOOD JOB

2 “Utter heaven1”

3 Stay away from Queens Plaza, son…. Evil spot haunted by dicks scream for dope Bend lover…. Too many levels…. Heat flares out from the broom closet high on ammonia… like burning lions… fall on poor old lush worker scare her veins right down to the bone. …Her skin-pop a week or do that five-twenty-nine kick handed out free and gratis by NYC to jostling junkies….

4 “Chemical therapy?” The scream shot out of his flesh through empty locker rooms and barracks, musty resort hotels, and spectral, coughing corridors of T,B. sanitariums, the muttering, hawking, grey dishwater smell of flophouses and Old Men’s Homes, great, dusty cus-tom sheds and warehouses, through broken porticoes and smeared arabesques, iron urinals worn paper thin by the urine of a million fairies, deserted weed-grown privies with a musty smell of shit turning back to the soil, erect wooden phallus on the grave of dying peoples plaintive as leaves in the wind, across the great brown river where whole trees float with green snakes in the branches and sad-eyed lemurs watch the shore out over a vast plain (vulture wings husk in the dry air). The way is strewn with broken condoms and empty H caps and K.Y. tubes squeezed dry as bone meal in the sum-mer sun.

5 TECHNICIAN: “You want it now?”

6 “Some of my learned colleagues (nameless assholes) have suggested that junk derives its euphoric effect from direct stimulation of the orgasm center. It seems more probable that junk suspends the whole cycle of tension, discharge and rest. The orgasm has no function in the junky. Boredom, which always indicates an un-discharged tension, never troubles the addict. He can look at his shoe for eight hours. He is only roused to action when the hourglass of junk runs out.”

7 Hauser turned to me abruptly. “You through yet?” he snarled. “You’d better not try to shit us on Marty.” The words came out so ugly he surprised and shocked himself.

8 ” ‘I tell you when I leave the Wise Man I don’t even feel like a human. He converting my live orgones into dead bullshit.’

9 After a few months of this the citizens cowered in corners like neurotic cats.

10 -Huh?”

11 “You mean like Friendly Finance?… They got this toothless Egyptian eunuch does the job. They figure he arouse less antagonism, you dig, he always take down his pants to show you his condition. ‘Now I’m just a poor old eunuch trying to keep up my habit. Lady, I’d like to give you an extension on that artificial kidney, I got a job to do is all…. Disconnect her, boys.’ He shows his gums in a feeble snarl…. ‘Not for nothing am I known as Nellie the Repossessor.’

12 STUDENTS: “We want Lottie!”

13 “I could get back my deposit. Start me a little business someplace.” He nods and smiles like a mechanical toy.

14 “Aw shucks now, it ain’t dirty.”

15 “All right, Lee! I Come out from behind that strap-on! We know you” and pull the man’s prick off straight-away.

16 “What!!!? Already?”

17 A horde of lust-mad American women rush in. Dripping cunts, from farm and dude ranch, factory, brothel, country club, penthouse and suburb, motel and yacht and cocktail bar, strip off riding clothes, ski togs, evening dresses, levis, tea gowns, print dresses, slacks, bathing suits and kimonos. They scream and yipe and howl, leap on the guests like bitch dogs in heat with rabies. They claw at the hanged boys shrieking: “You fairy! You bastard! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” The guests flee screaming, dodge among the hanged boys, overturn iron lungs.

18 DR. BENWAY: “Well, it’s all in the day’s work.” He walks across the room to a medicine cabinet…. “Some fucking drug addict has cut my cocaine with Saniflush! Nurse! Send the boy out to fill this RX on the double!”

19 BERGER (sharply): “No, that wouldn’t do at all…. Send in someone else.”

20 “With that milk sugar shit? Junk is a one-way street. No U-turn. You can’t go back no more.”

21 The Buyer’s habit keeps getting heavier. He needs a recharged every half hour. Sometimes he cruises the precincts and bribes the turnkey to let him in with a cell of junkies. It get to where no amount of contact will fix him. At this point he receives a summons from the District Supervisor:

22 CLEM: “We have come to feed on your backward-ness.”

23 The old queen meets himself coming round the other way in burlesque of adolescence, gets the knee from his phantom of the Old Old Howard… down skid row to Market Street Museum shows all kinds masturbation and self-abuse… young boys need it special….

[jayhawksofficial]

Golden Smog debut album to be reissued on deluxe vinyl

Run Out Groove Vinyl just announced that they are reissuing the classic Golden Smog debut album, Down By The Old Mainstream, in a limited, numbered, 180g 2LP edition on colored vinyl.

More details and to pre-order: http://runoutgroovevinyl.com/down-by-the-old-mainstream-2lp.html

IMPORTANT: Down By The Old Mainstream is available to order exclusively via the RUN OUT GROOVE website until 3/8/18 and will be limited and numbered based on total orders taken at the end of the pre-order period. After the pre-order closes, the only way to purchase a copy will be via participating music retailers while supplies last.

Gary Louris: "The Golden Smog....A good excuse for hanging out with friends that turned into some beautiful music, and lessons about making it that I carry with me to this day."

Pre-order opens: 2/7/18 Pre-order closes: 3/8/18

• 2-LP, 180-gram, color vinyl pressed at Record Industry. Fans get the opportunity to vote on the colorway of the vinyl through our Facebook poll starting at 5pm EST Feb 7th through Feb 28th: http://bit.ly/2EuM6Cx • Tip on gatefold aqueous gloss Stoughton jacket with printed inner sleeves • Individually numbered and limited to one pressing. • First repress since 2010, when it was first issued on vinyl • A lost classic from the 1990s that includes Jeff Tweedy of Wilco, Dan Murphy of Soul Asylum & Gary Louris, Marc Perlman & Kraig Johnson of the Jayhawks.

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                                                                               (photo: Bonnie Butler Murphy)

Track Listing: Side A 1. V 2. Ill Fated 3. Pecan Pie 4. Yesterday Cried Side B 1. Glad & Sorry 2. Won’t Be Coming Home 3. He’s A Dick Side C 1. Walk Where He Walked 2. Nowhere Bound 3. Friend Side D 1. She Don’t Have To See You 2. Red Headed Stepchild 3. Williamton Angel 4. Radio King

Biography: Golden Smog is a Minneapolis-based, loosely connected inter-changeable group of musicians from notable bands comprising members of Wilco, Soul Asylum, The Replacements, The Jayhawks, Run Westy Run, Big Star and the Honeydogs. Since their inception in 1989, many members have come and gone, with the following musicians having appeared on all recordings: Kraig Johnson (Run Westy Run), Dan Murphy (Soul Asylum), Gary Louris (Jayhawks) and bassist Marc Perlman (Jayhawks). The group originally played in and around Minneapolis doing mainly cover song sets as a country-rock reaction to the punk and hardcore music that dominated the region. In 1995 they released their debut album, “Down By the Old Mainstream,” recorded at Pachyderm Recording Studio that was made up of mainly original material with a few covers. Drummer Chris Mars of the Replacements was gone by now and the line-up consisted of Johnson, Murphy, Louris, Perlman and two new members: Jeff Tweedy of Wilco and Honeydogs drummer Noah Levy. All members were credited under pseudonyms to avoid contractual issues with their other record companies.

Golden Smog article from the St. Paul Pioneer Press

by Jim Walsh (January 1996)

It happened three days into Golden Smog's five-day recording session for their debut album, ``Down by the Old Mainstream,'' last summer at Pachyderm studios in Cannon Falls. Drummer Noah Levy of local roots-rockers the Honeydogs had already laid down his tracks, which left the five other players - Soul Asylum's Danny Murphy, the Jayhawks' Gary Louris and Marc Perlman, Run Westy Run's Kraig Johnson and Wilco's Jeff Tweedy - sitting in a circle, conducting an old-fashioned late-night jam. A Smog mission statement emerged from that circle session in the form of ``Radio King,'' an off-the-cuff homage to musical heroes - both in and outside the Smog - sung by Tweedy: ``Your music fills my car/ Your voice breaks every time/ I'm still wonderin'/ If I know who you are/ I hang on every line.'' ``To me, that song is totally about being a music fan,'' says Murphy. ``And that's kind of the vibe of the band. I'm obviously a big fan of all these guys' work. It was pretty exciting to play with guys whose records you'd probably buy, even if you weren't on it.'' The first incarnation of Golden Smog, which included former Replacements' drummer Chris Mars, released an EP, ``On Golden Smog,'' in 1992. But as the players' careers cranked up, Golden Smog (the moniker comes from a Mel Torme-inspired character on ``The Flintstones'') was put on the back burner. In the summer of 1994, Murphy, who had been an admirer of Tweedy's old band, Uncle Tupelo, contacted Tweedy to see if he wanted to collaborate. The two got together and wrote, and Murphy booked a show at the Uptown Bar, with the Smog billed as Circle the Drain. For Tweedy, who had just experienced a stormy breakup with Uncle Tupelo, the gig was healing. ``Doing that show really made me feel like I could play live again,'' he admits. The other members of Circle the Drain/Golden Smog also were at various crossroads when they entered the studio. The Jayhawks had just finished recording ``Tomorrow the Green Grass'' and were scheduled to tour Australia and Japan with Counting Crows. Soul Asylum was preparing to record ``Let Your Dim Light Shine,'' and Wilco had just finished ``A.M.'' ``We were all in our band modes,'' says Perlman. ``And when we got together, it was `Wow. This was meant to be.''' In essence, Golden Smog served as a musical vacation from the players' high-pressure careers. And when Johnson, who isn't the primary songwriter in Run Westy Run, presented his friends with some of his original material, it was received with no-holds-barred enthusiasm. Suddenly, Golden Smog had evolved from a jokey cover band into a creative cocoon. ``Nobody would ever say, `Well, you should do this' or `You should do that,''' says Johnson, of the Smog's creative process. ``Everybody would just kind of go, `Hey! That's a good idea, let's try it.' And sometimes when that happens, you think it's great, and then the next day, you have a hard time listening to it. But that wasn't the case. Even though it was recorded more than a year ago, I listen to it, and I don't say, `I wish I would have done this or that.''' ``When you feel like you're doing it for the pure joy of it, without any expectations, somehow things get easier,'' says Louris. ``It was a lot of work, but there wasn't that cloud hanging over your head, saying, `This is your next record, and this is what your career's based on, and this is your shot for this year.' Because of that, it turned out much cooler.'' For Perlman, the experience provided a creative outlet, which he had explored on ``Promises Broken,'' the latest Soul Asylum single co-penned by him and Murphy. ``It's so much easier to collaborate with your friends,'' says Perlman. ``It looked like a retreat in there: Everybody was just pairing off into corners, writing lyrics and stuff. It was just a really good vibe.'' ``Everybody was just sitting in little circles, finishing stuff,'' says Murphy of the session, which includes vocal cameos from Son Volt's Jim Boquist and Soul Asylum's Dave Pirner. ``It was actually pretty fun. I don't even think we knew we were making a record. We just thought we recording some stuff to see what would happen. But when we got the tapes back, I was pretty devastated.'' That can be attributed to the top-notch material, much of which was discarded by the musicians' first-string bands, including Tweedy's ``Pecan Pie''; ``Won't Be Coming Home,'' by Louris and his former Jayhawks partner, Mark Olson; Louris and Johnson's ``V,'' about their mutual friend Victoria Norvelle; and Murphy's ``Ill-Fated.'' ```V' is definitely a different lyrical direction than Olson usually likes to go,'' says Louris. ``And it might not have happened without the Smog, because everybody knew her, or had dated her or been friends with her. So everybody was into the song - because it was about Victoria, also.'' ``I remember the first time I heard `Won't Be Coming Home,' the Jayhawks were opening for us in the mainroom,'' says Murphy. ``And I said, `Christ, what is that song, Gary?' And he said, `Oh, it's this thing I'm working on.' I was just stunned. And it didn't get used on their record, because someone said it sounded too much like R.E.M. or something. That's completely ridiculous.'' For Murphy, whose songwriting in Soul Asylum usually takes a back seat to Pirner's, Golden Smog functions as equal parts buddy club and essential artistic outlet. ``I decided awhile ago that the only thing more pathetic than a guy in a band is a frustrated guy in a band,'' he says. ``Columbia [Soul Asylum's record label] has certain ideas for Soul Asylum, and it includes me to an extent. But if something doesn't get used, I'm not real political. I'll just say to the guys, `I think you're missing the boat; I think this is a good song.' And nine times out of 10, they'll agree. But if I have something that I've finished, I prefer it to be on a record. So that's what really motivated me to do the Smog.'' As for the future, the Smog will mount a two-week tour that visits First Avenue Feb. 29 and March 1, and ends up at the South by Southwest Music Festival in Austin, Texas, in mid-March. Other than that, there are no concrete plans. Anything more would smack too much of - yikes! - a full-time band. ``It reminds us what it's like to have fun making music, for the sheer enjoyment of it,'' concludes Perlman. ``Because we didn't go into it with the idea of selling a bunch of records. If it sells, it sells. And if not, it's still a great record, and we had a great time doing it. And I think we all needed to make a record like that.''

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((Ignore Levi who is holding on Eren, Eren is by himself and that’s how he cries))

After he had left his place he went home and took a really long shower and even then he took a bath again in that short amount of time. Drying himself down with the towel he folded it up and put in the dirty clothes hamper, he walked nakedly into his room, since his bedroom and his main and only bathroom where connected. He took it as a plus and grabbed a long baggy night t-shirt….and put on snug pajama bottoms that had prints of moon and stars with a cow jumping over the moon. He snugged on matching socks, he hated having his feet covered in bed, but now….he lived with them on. It was too damn bad he didn’t have a chastity belt, he’d of worn it in home and outdoor, but since he didn’t have that he just pulled and tighten the drawstring on his bottom pants he made it a double knot slashed bow to make it difficult. The last thing he did was go to his bathroom washed his hands again to remove his right contact lens that were customly made for his right eye only.

Levi didn’t notice, but then again most people don’t Armin made it look so real like it didn’t even have an extra layer. One gold eye looked back at him, it was dull like his other eye… Eren stayed there looking at himself into the mirror reflection, just where was he beautiful at? His eyes or maybe it was his lips…..it could even be his ears…or maybe the noise….could it be the nose… He forrow his brow a little bit and peer at his face closely…. All he see was boy freak wonder, who use to be a pastel sweet little thing, he was practically a girl in a guys body…. He wouldn’t have changed it in any way…. But, up until two years ago he didn’t dare dress the same or similar as Armin…. No….not again….he’ll stick with what is safe….he’ll stay safe wearing ugly ass clothes he didn’t dream to wear. Placing his contact in its solution bottle to be clean over night he return to bed early. He didn’t bother with food, lately it feels like a chore to cook a meal and then eat it, so it’s not unusual he skips a meal or more.

Clapping his hand twice, the lights turned off and he pulled the multiple of layers of blankets and sheets on top of him. His head resting on his pillow comfortably, he forgotten to take his prescribe medicine the medicine to keep the nightmare from coming. Slow even rise from his chest expanding and decreasing from his breathing.

02:15AM……

The sound of twisting and turning could be heard a left foot kicked out into sheets and blanket. It did nothing to kick it off, instead the boy turned again shifting. Broken whimper broke out into the used to be silent room. More and more broken whimper could be heard, fresh tear spring forth in his eyes. Harsh laboring breath in silence was loud in the small room, his was summer…after a long july day and into the dark evening… 

Eren talked and played among friends, he wore a mini shorts, thin stocking legging pants that had the leg bone on them from front to back, a pair of loli goth pumps, with spikes on the heels and tip, it was black with silver pumps and spikes and a pink tip at the tip of his that was pink at the tip of his heels under the spikes. He wore a pastel flower band on top of his head. On his arms he had long gloves that went up his arms they were skeleton arms, they were thin in material as well, he wore chain around his wrist, nails were pastel purple. for his shirt it was white and chop cut, with black letters that says Love, Sex, Death, around his neck was a simple black leather collar with embedded silver spike. He wore two earrings on his ears and a sharp teeth pastel mask. He took one of Armin color wig and put it on his head securing it with so many bobby pins he could have set off the metal detector. He wanted that wig on his head and tight so it couldn’t be blown off into the sunset. He was wearing pale pink contacts, his lashes long and thick with mascara with pink eyeshadow above his eyes. He looked like a girl through and through, a transgender through and through he had been like this since middle school up to his second hear of his college life. When forth of july ended and they went back to Jean place they all got drunk and played music and silly games. By the time it struck two in the morning he had a friend dropped Eren off two blocks away from his house, legs were wobbly from drinking so damn much. He didn’t see anything, didn’t sense anyone, so when his heels were leaving the pavement into the street he was dragged off. Hands covered his mouth from screaming hands on his arms and thigh he was covered in darkness. Panic kicked in and he did his best to fight them off, skin smell of dried stale ol alcohol, dirt covered hands and dirty nails, some were hairy so hairy it was disgusting. They unbuckled his pants and pulled down his shorts and legging, they laughed. ‘Fuck, it’s a fucking boy a fucking fag.’  A hand grabbed his cock and squeezed it so hard he felt a thousand needle struck his penis, he cried. ‘He still has a hole, just fill the damn thing.’ the other one looked shock, ‘I don’t want shit on my dick, you have him.’ Eren shook his head no pleading…. ‘Leave me alone, let me go…..please don’t do this to me.’ Eren face hit the stair case, his nose was bleeding his masked slip to his chin. He bit, he scratched, he went crazy like a wild animal. That was until something cold slid to his neck, it was a knife. ‘Do that again and i’ll slit your throat, you might even enjoy this fag.’ No, Eren wouldn’t he never had sex before he was saving it…..he wanted to save it, but they didn’t listen, something slammed inside him and pain struck him. It hurts, it hurts and it stink, he knelt in puke. He was bleeding, a trail of blood covered his ass and thigh, but they wouldn’t stop….they laughed….they took turns….some even double penetrate…. He died……hands were everywhere, their semen on his wig, his face and neck….down his body…..He felt a burning rage….why me….why……I’ll kill them….I’ll kill them all…

Eren dull eyes watch their face, he’ll know them… his weak cry and painful gasp, some older lady saw him and she screamed. Her two sons, her two big sons came for them, despite they were holding a weapon, one male pulled free cumming on his backside. Eren stood up and he ran…he ran hard and he ran fast, the lady called out to him, she called his name, but he wouldn’t listen, he flee, he didn’t notice a rusted iron slit his back underneath the case when he was fighting it drew a long line from shoulder to down his hip. All he cared about was running up the stairs to the third floor. his pants barely reached his waist, he had that door open despite his hands shaking and covered in fluid. He locked all three of his door turned on the alarm and flee to his room. He sat in unknown fluid…..he wrapped his arms around himself…..and scream for all that he was worth…. He screamed and screamed, Eren shot off his bed screaming. His eyes wide and frantic…. Sweat coated his skin, sheets tangled in his legs…He had been dreaming…..it was a dream….. Huffing, he grabbed random pills off his night stand and popped it in his mouth…two at a time….and hugged himself….

It was only 2:45 AM…..

Eren just breath into himself….he didn’t want to remember….he couldn’t think back. He just got up and stripped his clothes, folding it and putting it into the dirty clothes hamper, he showered for nearly two hours… When he got out his skin was wrinkly and pruny.  Eren went to his closet dried after he had folded it and put it into the clothes hamper, he picked out one outfit after another, he put them on and then he would take it off to put on another…he did it six times, before he took them all off and put on long socks that covered the holes in his jeans. he put on a long jersey shirt on, put a cap over his head and went into the bathroom to rinse his contact and put it in his eye. He covered the gold effortlessly, brushed his teeth, floss it, and rinse it out listerine. He comb his hair and put on a belt when he got back.. It was only 4:38…. He still had three hours and some minutes, he couldn’t just show up to his house this late so he went into the dining room and looked at all his flower babies.. He was thin, but a little tall, he can still wear his other clothes, but that thought….never let him go outside in it…. ‘You’re a fag, if you wear this shit again you’re just asking for it. I’ll know if you had and I’ll come for you.’ Eren fear never allowed him to wear what he liked, he just picked up shit at random in stores…he got them two size big to hide his frame…. 

When he thought of Levi…he thought about how he called him beautiful…..he didn’t feel beautiful…he haven’t felt beautiful in a very long time, he still despise the same sex and yet, he can tolerate Jean and Armin….so what did that mean…. Hell, he couldn’t even look at Connie and they had been friends for years. He was big and strong, but he was gentle like a daisy and yet as his friends he couldn’t meet him in the eye. Connie understood he’d wait for him all his male friends would, he didn’t bother with the girls… It’s not like he could tolerate being looked at for too long so he was alone and kept himself isolated. He would have still if Levi didn’t say anything so outrageously. The job and the money sound ridiculous, but in three months time he can leave without a moment’s notice… So he’ll tolerate another man looking at him for three months and then he’ll be gone. Armin and himself sat down and looked over the blueprint of some deserted island. Eren picked a decent sized one. The little island was purchased in Armin’s name, and a house was constructed on there for his use. Armin gave him the sum and Eren worked his ass off to pay it all off, the house and the island and all the new furniture inside. All he has to do is take his clothes and his babies and bring grocery. He can grow his own fruits and vegetables, he already has a green house on that island so his veggies and fruit were protected and maintained for. Armin made people where biohazard suit to keep them from touching it directly and freeze some fruit and veggies for him. He’ll have his own cows and chicken. He learned how to breed and how to take care of them so he won’t starve and he can hunt he made sure he could in case something happen with his food shipment.

All he has to do is stay with Levi for three more months and he would have paid off his debt in full plus interest… He lost a lot of sleep, he lost a lot of weight for working so damn hard, but it would finally be over in just three more months…

Eren took out flowers and used crafted jewels he made himself. He made it look like a calming spring, he slipped in violet flowers and pale peach, he laced them to be held together and laced with with pearls and a little keychain accessory at the bottom, he slip the flower in water and waited until seven come around. He just sat there at the table fingering the soft petals and their sweet scent….. Maybe Levi won’t even like them, but considering he had flowers and plants….maybe one more wouldn’t hurt….he’ll know once he gives it to them.

Seven came around and Eren picked up his going outside bag, he had plastic, and disinfect wipes a change of spare clothes and shoes, baby wipes, and a blanket. He had everything he’ll ever need inside this bag.. Picking up his car keys he sipped on his gloves over his hands. He threw on a baggy jacket he look lost in and went to his car it had his own parking spot. A guard kept a lookout, once he was in his car the guard watched him leave before he went back into its security box. Eren found his place without any incident, it was a long drive, but worth it when he got his nerves together. He looked at his face once more, his contact was right where it needed to be before he step out. He locked his car twice and went in through the shop. Nothing was on yet, so he went through the back of the shop to enter the garden. Eren breath in some flowers he touched some of them before he went to the door and knocked once. He let himself in and shut the door behind him, he was careful locking each doors when he passed he made sure the gate was also closed before proceeding any further….

“Levi?”

Eren held the bouquet in his hands, he took off his shoes and place them to the side before putting on fresh slippers.. Eren turn a corner and stopped dead in his tracks his eyes wide and nervous when he took a step back, he’d of ran outside into his car and drove away if he hasn’t said anything…

“Morning. Have you eaten yet? I’m getting ready to make Belgian waffles, eggs and bacon.”

As if on que, his stomach growled at the mention of food, he looked embarrassed…

“…..Y-yes please…” he replied quietly, the flowers in his hands trembled when he looked down… But, he saw it, he saw the dragon, and he saw the cut, he didn’t know where to look so he looked at the bouquet….he wanted to give it to him, but not when he was naked….

“I also have sausage if you want some.”

Levi moved near him and Eren backed away, he look up to his face and then looked to the side…

“….I…I would like….s-sausage too…if it’s not too much trouble…” He mumbled, he stepped aside and let Levi lead him into the kitchen…. He saw scars on his back and arms and Eren wonder what was his childhood like when he was growing up. There were old….and long since healed…

“Oh I also have milk and orange juice if you want some of that too. You can have a seat anywhere you like,” he said indicating the bar stools at the center island or the chairs at the kitchen table. “the fridge is there you can help yourself to whatever drinks you want. Oh and I wouldn’t trust anything that’s not sealed. Anyways I should go put some clothes on before I attempt to cook anything.” 

Eren nodded his head to say that he was listening and moved closer to the bar stool, again it was spotless and nothing seemed out of the ordinary when he looked back up to him. Again, Eren tried to smile, but his lips stayed in that neutral line.

“T…Thank you…”

He watched him leave… Eren moved his bag off his shoulder, he easily took out some plastic and left it on the seat….If Levi does have OCD like him he doubt he wants his presence much less his body touching anything… So he took out some more plastic for his bag to sit on. He set the flower on the plastic covered seat and looked for some cups…. He found them, he washed it again before moving to the fridge, with covered hand he picked up some orange juice that was sealed, he looked over his shoulder again before he cracked it open and poured him some. He took his cup and moved to sit on the covered stool, he had easily set the flower on his lap and set his cup down….he left the orange juice out, because he wasn’t sure if he should put it back in or leave it out so he could toss it….so he left it there. When he heard footsteps he got off the stool being mindful not to step on the cats who liked him enough to rub his legs… He had been to scared to touch them in case they scratched him and hissed at him. He thought a cat liked him and tried to touch it, it scratched him and ran so he doesn’t go petting them so easily… Moving toward Levi he actually bowed and practically shoved the flowers in his hands.

“F-for you! I made them….if….if you don’t like them….you can throw it away…..I thought…..it be nice….since we’ll be working together….” He rushed everything out despite the pause so he could catch in a breath… A soft chuckle and Eren looked up, the raven haired male took his flowers and breath them in with a thank you. Eren blushed….and awkwardly got out of his way. He watched him hold the flower in his arms like it was priceless. He washed out a vase and meticulously before rinsing it out again, this time he let it fill half way. He turned it off and set the flowers in, he let the pearls dangle outside the vase. 

Eren slowly moved to his stool watching him, he set the vase on the island table on the side of him. He told him thank you and that they were really beautiful he loves it. Eren actually brighten up a little and nodded, Levi turned away from him and Eren watched him with sudden interest. Eren thought he looked really cute in an apron. He was meticulous in everything he do he pulled out all the ingredient he will need, the pan and the pots….he even had the waffle iron and it was all in order… He actually does the same thing. He washed his hands in every prep he does as well as making the food. Everything he does was from scratch and it eased him he done everything so flawlessly he cooked and cleaned at the same time… It was fun to see how fast he cleaned.

Eren actually let out a giggle, a soft giggle, but he didn’t think he’d of been heard when he turned around. Eren shuts up and looked at his hands that was resting on his lap.

“I like it…”

That was all he said before he turned around and kept cooking…. Eren blushed again, he didn’t say anything else… washed and clean plates were set in front of him and onto the side of him…..Eren would have scooted over, but he thought it be rude…. He placed food on two plates that was his and two plates that was Levi. The smell of fresh cooked breakfast made his mouth watered….It looked delicious and perfect… Eren practically wanted to inhale his food and eat it that way, but he’ll probably choke and die. He didn’t want to die so he waited. The juice he used, Levi poured some in his cup and did a refill on his before pouring it all in a nice rewashed pitcher glass and set it in front of him. Eren looked to him when he moved to sit beside him.

“In case you want more.”

Eren nodded before turning his eyes on the waffles…..he used the syrup that was provided so naturally he went for the dark brown one, the maple syrup was his favorite, he drowned the waffle before setting it next to him…. He didn’t touch his food until Levi said to dig in. He wasn’t sure if he made prayers like other people he saw on tv. So he wanted to wait anyway until Levi gave him permission. As always Eren attack the waffle first, he always does. He ate the fruit that was provided. Eren practically inhale the waffle in his mouth anyway, but he was cleanly about it…. The two waffles were gone so he used the extra syrup for his eggs and bacon and sausage… As always he looked for the second batch of waffles… Levi provided, he provided until he was full. Eren looked at Levi and smiled, he loved waffles….he love the big fluffy waffles and he heard a little clack of silverwares. He tilt his head a little and Levi shook his head no, he was saying with his eyes he did nothing wrong as Levi finished off his last egg.

“Are you full, Eren?”

Eren nodded his head, “Don’t think i can eat another bite.” He replied, having said that he finished off his orange juice and the glass pitcher if Levi didn’t want any. He said it was fine so he drank the rest of it, Eren stood up to put his plates in the sink, but Levi beat him to it. It was like he had lightning hands when he stacked everything orderly and moved to the kitchen sink to wash it one by one. Eren offered to help and Levi smiled back to him, he said it was fine and relax before he faced forward again…. Eren let his mouth drop, he was gorgeous….

Eren picked up his things and wipe after himself with a disinfected wipe.

Levi had finished washing and drying them, he put everything back and picked up the vase with the flowers he brought him.

He followed Levi in tow into that room again, he set the flower on a stool next to him. Eren thought it was sweet that Levi was sitting next to the flower it made him want to smile again.

“So…..s-should I….start…taking off my clothes for you to draw, Levi?”

Eren wasn’t sure how’d this would go, he was still wearing his baggy outdated jacket when he stood next to the sofa…