#dark!levi

[sottiali]

Prehevil delicacies

[sixpennydame]

I commissioned @lucysarah-c to illustrate Levi for my new fic series, dark side of the moon, and boy, did she deliver!

Thank you so much, Lucy, I absolutely love it!

[confessioncassette]

𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫 - 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞!𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐀𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞!𝐄𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐡

𝟏𝟖+. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 - 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐄𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐬.

𝐭𝐰 : 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐄𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐧, 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐧, 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢, 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞! 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐄𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐧, 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲, 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐄𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐧, 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩, 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 (𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝) 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 (𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐦), 𝐯𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦? 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐥, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 : 𝟕.𝟑𝐤

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝟕𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐱 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭? 𝐧𝐨 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚. 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟗 𝐛𝐫𝐨.

𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐝𝐨 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞-𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨. 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 :)

Entering his quarters, you’re careful not to spill the tea you’ve just brewed. 

The sky, painted in wildly of warm pinks and oranges, lights up the wooden walls of the room in a golden hue. It’s just about dinner time, but you know he won’t come out to eat just yet.  

The wooden floor is as loud as ever, groaning with every step as you approach the raven haired man. His hair’s slightly disheveled, a sight you don’t see too often, draping his face like a dark curtain over his brow as he’s hunched over his desk. The palm of his hand holds his head up while he reads a stack of paper. From where you stand now, waiting patiently before his desk, he reads intensely and you almost think that he hasn’t noticed your presence. His brows furrowed tightly, a scowl paints his lips and the scoff he breathes is the only indication that he, in fact, does know you’re here. 

He doesn’t move when you gently set the tea down in front of him, porcelain cup clinking against the saucer as you do. He doesn’t even care to take a second to glance up at you. 

“Thank you,” he mutters.

Your captain may not be the most expressive or warm, but he pays due in small acts of ‘kindness’. Maybe not the general sense of kind, but a kind that only Levi can give. Small kisses, touches or glances definitely beat the days where you used to misbehave. It’s not as confusing as you thought it was at first. After Levi has practically forced you to join the scout regiment and placed you on his team, you thought life would be a living hell having him watch over your every move, or needing to give all of yourself to him for his own personal venture. But it’s actually been… easy to say the least. You know his true feelings deep down, whether he showed it or not. His love for you tastes bitter sweet, a shock to the senses at first, but it always mellows out in a sweet aftertaste. Is it strange that you’ve come to like it?

All you need to do is obey. When you follow, life gets easier. 

Your fingers move to flatten out your skirt, another rule, an item you wear when the day is over. Captain claims he likes to see the soft flesh of your legs on display, but you know it’s for easy access. 

Levi clicks his tongue, clearly disappointed. Your eyes flicker to him, taking note on how much paperwork he has to review. You know what you’re in for with nights like these. 

Carelessly dropping the stack of papers, steel eyes lift to gaze upon yours. You swear that could get lost in his eyes forever. Piercing yet calm, a storm you could never predict, never failing to shock your system like jumping head first into an icy creek. Leaning back into his chair, he unfolds his leg over the other to spread his thighs apart. 

“Come.” He glares. 

You nod before quietly walking around his desk, his eyes never leaving yours like he’s watching for any hesitation. But you’ve come to learn his wants and needs, and deep down, maybe you want it too. Swinging your leg over one of his, you gently sit, straddling yourself over his thigh. Facing away from him, just how he likes. 

Thankfully, he’s removed his belts before staking out in his office tonight. 

Arms slither around your torso to hold you close, pulling your back into his chest. The warmth of his cheek rests against your shoulder before he presses a gentle kiss over your blouse. Maybe tonight he won’t be rough.  

“Long day?” You murmur with fingers gliding over his forearms. The familiarity of his skin tickles your senses. 

He hums in response, from whatever energy he has left. Levi always works too hard with little sleep. He’s always up, shifting through paperwork, planning future operations, rallying the squad and dealing with personnel issues. Most people don’t realize, and maybe you didn’t at first either, but he’s dedicated and strong willed. When he’s not on missions, he’s cooped up in his office. Maybe that’s why he moved you in his living quarters the day Erwin signed to you the scouts without even asking you. Your future was already written for you. 

“What can I do?” You turn your head slightly over your shoulder to get a closer look at his face, but all that meets your gaze is his disheveled hair. 

A beat passes, and you allow him the time. You know that it’s rare for him to be graced with silence, so you’ve come to be patient as ever when he collects his responses. He moves, and icy blue eyes find your face. His eyes are heavily lidded, cold. But his warm scent finally reaches your nostrils. 

 He’s exhausted. Like always. You swear his eyebags grow darker and darker by the day and the wrinkles that rest between his brows grow deeper by the month. 

“Just sit with me.” His forehead presses into your back.

It’s not incredibly rare that Levi shows this amount of affection, some days he’ll come back home from a long day just to hold you, like his own personal comforter. Some days he’s so riled up that he’ll come bursting through the door to rip your skirt up your back and fuck you sensless without a word. But something today seems oddly… off. You oblige regardless. 

His breathing against you lulls every vein in your body. The soft warmth of his breath through his nose heats up your back in a comforting way. 

“My favorite time of day...” He mumbles into you. 

You smile to yourself, happy that Levi is even expressing himself right now. It’s small, but more than he normally does. This is a rarity, and you’re thankful he’s not taking his anger out on you. So, you enjoy it while it lasts. 

“Miss you so much when you’re gone…” 

Though Levi watches you like a hawk, and you’re supposed to be glued to his side at all times when going out, you still have a job to do amongst your comrades. Without causing suspicion through the scouts, you’re allowed to perform your leadership and tasking with normalcy. But you know he’s always watching. Talking too long with soldiers or showing too much expression with them could cause you a one way ticket to Levi’s wrath later on. 

You slide your fingers through his as you scan over the hundreds of papers laid in stacks over his desk. 

“Levi,” you begin sweetly and softly, “I’m on your squad. You see me everyday… I live with you. If I don’t keep the group engaged, you know things won’t get done.” You shift on his thigh as Levi stays quiet.

His soft hair tickles your arm as he shifts his gaze down to your thighs. Soft lips press into your shoulder while his hands glide up your torso to grope at your chest. He kneads greedily at your flesh under your blouse.

“Levi…” 

In silence, his open mouth kisses up your neck, warm tongue darting out to lick a stripe behind your ear, ending it with a bite to your earlobe.

You hum in response to his breath fanning against your skin. The wetness from his tongue causes ripples of pleasure down your spine. It never takes long to get you nice and pliant for him. Your body’s completely re-programmed to need his touch.

He’s already hard. Dipping his hand under your shirt to play with your nipple, a grunt passes his lips as he gently twists and rolls your bud between his index and thumb. 

You whimper, nipples sensitive to his rough touch. Under the calluses of his fingers, the sandpaper feeling riles you up, making you twitch over his thigh. You feel his other hand slide up your leg and pause at your hip. 

You realize what he’s asking you to do.

Unusually odd that he’s letting you cum first, but you take it. Blunt fingernails latch onto your hip tightly, and begin to move your waist back and forth over his thigh. You oblige and roll your hips along with his ministrations, angling yourself just right so your clit grinds over the fabric of his muscled thigh. 

“Use my thigh,” is all he commands. The hand that was toying with your breast now presses over your stomach, holding you firmly against him. His inhuman strength is usually used as a tool to put you into submission, and it now traps you in an embrace without room to have second thoughts. 

“Yes…” You huff. 

His fingers claw deeper into the bone of your hip, “yes what?”

“Yes, captain.” You breathe. Leaning your head back to rest in the crook of Levi’s neck, your hips now hump his thigh roughly with the help of his grip on you. Your clothed pussy begins to leak through the fabric of your panties as your clit perfectly grinds down onto Levi��s muscular thigh. 

Levi growls, his nose rubbing up against your exposed nape. Your breath quickens, the sensation of his warmth, his breath and touch clouds your vision with euphoric haze. Seeing how good and pliant you’re being for him, he rewards you with bouncing his leg slightly into your rhythm, which forces your breathless pants to grow louder.

“You’ve been so good to me.” He comments. “You deserve a reward.”

Too nice. He’s being too nice. 

Levi roughly presses his lips into your face and bites down on the flesh below your jawline, your brows knit tightly together as you whimper in pleasure. His tongue follows up with little reassuring licks to make up for the pain. 

A gasp passes through your lips and you begin to grind down on him faster, feeling yourself quickly becoming undone by just his thigh.

“Close…” you manage to whimper. 

“Come on my thigh like the little whore you are.” 

You’re so lost in the moment, your eyes squeeze shut. You moan like a bitch in heat for him, grinding faster and faster over him, completely taking advantage of his niceness. It almost feels like he actually loves you, being so giving today. 

Head back and eyes wide shut, letting loose of all the little moans you give him completely muffle the door to his office creak open and close with a click. 

“Who’s slut are you?” You aren’t even looking at him but you feel his glare burn through the side of your face.

“Yours, Captain! Only yours!” You babble. You’re easily becoming an incoherent mess and Levi is loving every second of it. Your brows knit tightly, your mouth slightly agape and the way you submit so easily for him is a dream. Your beautiful face letting go, the sweat that glistens your skin and the euphoric expression you carry completely enthralls him. The fact that he can get you so drunk off just his leg leaves him fixated. As you should be. It’s a reward after all. 

You weren’t so open at first. If anything, you were shy, feigning with no backbone. Always eager to please, but furious when he dropped a stack of orders to the scouts at your feet. You were a brat from the start. At first, you’d hesitate to follow his commands. Shy away from his touch. But time only corrected you. With enough punishments, you snapped out of your shitty behavior and became this. How he longed to make you love him, make you completely obey his every command. He’s finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel with how your body responds to him. 

He knew you’d come to this one day. From the very moment he laid eyes on you in a sea of cadets training in boot, he found himself curious. A hell of a recruit, and incredibly independent. He found himself waking up earlier than normal to observe you get in formation before sunrise just to see the determination on your face. You never complained, even when you were punished by Shadis with incentive physical training. You’d run miles and miles for a small discrepancy without a single complaint. You were top of your class, inquisitive. It didn’t bother you to ask questions if you didn’t understand something. You’re sharp, quick. He’d even take breaks when you did, following you to the galley to observe you eat. Watching you laugh with your comrades needed to be corrected, but that was easy, because he’ll teach you. Everything else you did, you did with grace. 

You were an insufferable pain in the ass. This meant that he just had to interfere. 

He’d even check your gear before training with wooden titans. It wasn’t even a real threat to get eaten in training, but he didn’t care. He found himself needing you to pass. Levi wouldn’t even glance at the others while he strided right past them to get to you. Standing taught at attention, you’d let him prod and pull at your body, his face expressionless when he’d tighten your leather straps. He needed to know more. 

That’s when he’d visit Erwin to discuss your future, like you didn’t even have a say in it. Erwin was quite amused himself, Levi has never had an interest in another human before. So within a day, orders were drafted and signed for you to get an express post to his squad. Good thing you were competent enough not to die. 

Levi continues to handle your hips roughly, pushing them back and forth to aid you to cum, as  he dips his other hand inside your skirt, finding the clothed bundle of nerves to roughly rub circles over.

“Ah! Yes, yes, yes! Right there, Captain please…” Your head lolls over Levi’s shoulder, rocking back and forth freely. Your thighs squeeze around his legs, your body’s attempt at gripping him in every way you can as you chase your orgasm. 

“Let go, let me see your face.” Levi growls into your ear, his nose pressed firmly into your cheek, not letting up on rubbing circles into your sweet cunt. 

One rough press against your clit and you’re seeing stars. Your mouth gapes open in a silent scream as you continue to hump your captain to chase that feeling, your cunt flutters around nothing as you ride your high. 

All the while Levi’s attention shifts to the man now sitting across from his desk.

“See how easy she is?” Levi’s voice is faint, so far away as your ears ring, even though he’s right next to you. You don’t really register what he says either, you assume he’s praising you for being so good for him. Your body feels like it's soaring through clouds.

“... Such a pretty little thing. Got yourself a good one Levi, so obedient.” Says a man. A different man with a deeper voice than Levi… sounding like-

“Want to see how pretty she gets when I fuck her dumb, Erwin?” 

Your eyes snap open and you lunge forward. You’re quick to cover yourself with your skirt but Levi’s quicker. He grabs your wrist and keeps you still. His other hand firmly grips your thigh from closing your legs together.  

Levi clicks his tongue, “Don’t act so shy now, you just came in front of the man.” 

“Levi-”

You’re cut off by his calloused hand gripping your jaw tightly. Squishing your cheeks he forces you to look at your commander in his grip, you whimper. 

“Not done with you yet.” He growls, his free hand takes yours and places it over his hardened cock. “You have to take care of this first. It’s the least you can do since you got me this way.”

“No need for haste, Levi.”

Shooting daggers to Erwin, Levi’s breath is rapid, heartbeat thumping along your back. Levi clicks his tongue. 

Removing the grip over your jaw, Levi’s wraps his arms around your torso to keep you in place. Your face burns with embarrassment, how could you be so careless of letting Erwin see you like this. Levi was very clear on keeping you a secret. Your eyes flicker downward to avoid all eye contact. 

“He knows already.” Levi comments to you, maybe for reassurance, but keeps his stare to his commander.

You’ve been around Erwin enough, due to Levi and him being close. Levi always followed his lead and trusted his comrade, even in the wake of battles. Despite many casualties and seeing your fellow soldiers meet their demise, Erwin always made sure the two of you came back home, and with that, you began to trust him too. From the late nights of meetings until early morning in Erwin’s office, to waking up early to eat breakfast with the two of them, you’ve grown reasonably comfortable with the commander.  Erwin is meticulous, strong and intelligent. You never thought to see the day where he’d see you unravel. You didn’t even know Levi had told him about the two of you. Though, it was strange that you were immediately shipped to the scouts under humanity’s strongest soldier before even seeing the fleet and having a choice. 

Little touches never went unnoticed, though. While it was adjusting your uniform or the lingering touch of thick fingers when he hands you something, you guess you never noticed what glimmers behind those ocean blue eyes. You did notice Levi’s grimace when he does so, probably because you know the rules. But Levi has always been too loyal to the blond, he never once stepped out of place to confront his commander. That’s just how tight their bond is.

Icy blue eyes slide to you from across the desk, face stoic as always. 

“Have you had a chance to discuss with her-”

“Not. Now.” Levi says through gritted teeth. He’s becoming impatient. 

But… discuss what? 

Erwin leans back in his chair and folds his arms, his muscles underneath his uniform bulging as he does so. His giant form engulfs the room, and suddenly you feel small. A different type of small that you’re used to with Levi. Erwin commands a room, an entire regiment, one look could make anyone cower. 

You’re completely exposed to the two strongest men on the continent. 

“I suppose we can break the news to her later.” 

You’re right here. You’re a powerful soldier on Levi’s squad, despite being forced. Why are they talking like you’re not even here? 

You shake your head slightly in disbelief as you look down at Levis forearms that wrap around your stomach. 

“Not my fault that you could’ve picked a better time to drop in. I’m finishing what she started.” 

“By all means, do so.” Erwins hand gestures to you, nodding in acceptance. 

In one quick motion, Levi pushes you off his lap and shoves you over his desk. The neat little stacks of paper now flying forward onto the floor to Erwins feet. The commander doesn’t flinch. 

“Erwin’s not leaving,” he presses his hips into your ass. His hand slides into your hair from the bottom of your neck to roughly lift up your skull, “If he requests anything, you better obey. I don’t tolerate disrespect in my office. Especially to the higher brass.” 

His grip tightens and you shudder, “Got it?” 

You nod, ignoring the pain of every hair strand being pulled from your scalp. 

“Is she always this good, Levi?” The blonde's lips curl into a devilish smirk as he gets comfortable, resting his temple against his fingers. Bright blue eyes flash with amusement as his gaze lowers to yours. For such a brilliant color, something dark swims beneath the surface. You can’t explain the feeling, but your skin prickles at his intensity. Something is definitely wrong here. It feels like you’ve been shut out, and for the first time, you feel like an outsider, a prey just waiting to be pounced on.

“Usually.” He responds coolly. 

Your thoughts are interrupted by Levi pulling roughly at your panties, ripping the fabric down your leg. You instinctively lift your feet so he can toss them to Erwin. The blonde takes his free hand to pick them up and thumb the wet spot, before bringing them to his nose to inhale your scent. 

The cool air hits your ass when he lifts your skirt above your waist. You shift your weight, embarrassed at how Erwin doesn’t take his eyes off you with your panties to his face.

“Stay still.” Levi mumbles, his hand pressing on your lower back as a warning. 

“Yes, Captain.” You’re breathless in response, eyes flashing to your commander. 

That earns a satisfied hum from the blond. 

Levi’s quick to free his cock from his zipper, not even bothering to get fully undressed. His soft top comes to rub gently along your thigh, smearing a glob of precum before his hand guides himself to your slit. This earns a sharp inhale from him, “You’re soaked.” 

You muffle a groan. 

“If you hold back I’m going to beat your ass senseless, hear me?” Levi folds forward over your body, tugging your hair roughly. 

“Y-yes,” your mouth slacks open. 

“Tch.” 

His blunt head pokes at your entrance and your eyes roll back when he pops his head inside. Your pussy stretches in beautiful pain, eager to let him in as he continues to press himself deeper into your walls. Feeling the prickly sensation of adjusting to his cock, you drop your forehead against his desk. 

“Hey,” Erwin calls, “eyes on me.” 

Fluttering your eyes open, you lift your head to obey. Your eyes glaze over in clear liquid to look at your commander through thick lashes. Levi continues to work himself into your fluttering cunt as your gaze remains on the blonde. 

Erwin hums in satisfaction, bringing his thick hand to his crotch. His eyes never leave yours as he rubs his hardened cock over his trousers. You don’t dare break the eye contact, but fucking hell, is he massive. The imprint of his cock is sideways under his pants, but it lays thick and long, stretching over to his thigh. You clench around Levi. 

“Should’ve known you’re an attention whore.” Levi’s voice is degrading. As he finally bottoms out, he stills, balls pressing firmly against the curve of your ass. 

“Looks like she’ll take the news well then.” Erwin says.

“Just because we made a deal, doesn’t mean you get all of her from now on you bastard.” Levi retorts.

Erwin’s nostrils flare. 

“Don’t forget that I saw her first.” Levi snaps like a rabid dog protecting its food. 

Before you could process the conversation, Levi pulls his cock out all the way and slams back into you. Your body jerks forward over the desk, hip bones crash into the wood and a pained moan escapes your lips. Your eyes feel hot and blurred with tears. You’re still so tight… but you can’t help but feel so good. Your walls flutter and contract with pain and pleasure to accommodate him. 

Levi begins at a good pace, his cock swiping over your sweet spot so easily. With every rough thrust, his balls lightly slap at your clit. Your eyes don’t leave the commander's when he rids himself of his pants. His cock now free and resting loosely in his hand. He’s even taken the time to roll up his white undershirt to his elbow, revealing his thick forearms dressed with veins. 

You can't help but stare through glassy eyes. 

Erwin’s cock is big. Even bigger than the print you saw under his trousers earlier. He’s a broad and thick guy, so it shouldn’t surprise you that his cock resembles just that. Thick, milky white, and thicker towards the bottom, his cock head flares a flushed pink color. He’s already wet, a large bead of precum rests atop his slit, thick veins run along his shaft beautifully. He’s girthy, and long. As his pretty, veiny, large hand runs gently up and down his shaft, you notice he could probably use two hands to touch himself. 

The fuck are you thinking? This situation, this lifestyle wasn’t determined by you. It’s moments like these where you snap back to reality and realize you’re not a robot. Your body, your mind have accustomed to Levi-

“Think she can fit me in her mouth?” Erwin asks, his rosy lips part, eyes scanning over your body.

Levi suddenly stops fully inside you. 

“She’ll make it work,” he thrusts into you once as a warning to be good, blunt fingernails squeeze your waist, “won’t you?” 

You nod, “Yes, Captain. I always try my best.” 

Satisfied, Levi begins to grind into you again, but at a slower pace. His hips roll deep into you, his stomach flexing as he does so. 

“What a good girl…” The blond stands up from his chair then squats before you, his eyes meeting at your level. Bringing his large hand to your face, rough fingers swipe gently along your cheek to wipe a stray tear. 

“So precious.” He comments before his hand slides down to your jaw as he stands. Putting very little pressure to open your mouth, you obey. 

“Take me in your mouth.” He breathes your name. “There you go…” he murmurs while pressing a large thumb to your bottom lip. You look up at him through your lashes innocently while his eyes swim with lust and excitement. He’s a beautiful man, and he captivates you easily. His gaze chains yours to him, daring you to look away.

The tip of his cock bumps your lip before pushing in. As he slides himself inside, he gives a shaky groan. “Ah, fuck, such a good girl.” 

You moan around his cock before he pulls out just a little and thrusts back in shallowly. Levi’s hand lifts your right leg and places it over the desk to begin a quicker pace. Feeling the heat rise in your belly, you can’t help but fuck Levi back. Your hips push desperately against him while your mouth is full of a cock you can’t even handle.

And you do your best, slacking your jaw open to the best of your ability to fit him inside you gag slightly.With the new position, Levi’s squeezing and spreading your ass to watch himself fuck your little cunt over and over again. 

Erwin’s hands come up to grip your head on each side to hold you firmly in place. His hips thrust into your face harder now, but you’re still not taking all of him yet. You’re barely halfway down his cock but he doesn’t complain. He’s got all the time after this to train your mouth to accommodate him.

Instead, he coos, talking to you gently and sweetly. “Levi, she’s so precious.”

You bat your lashes and look up at him. You’re not used to the praise, and it feels fucking good. You’re eager to please him more than you have Levi in the past. 

Your tongue flicks along his shaft and vacuum in your cheeks to properly suck him off. The look he gives you is filled with adoration - his pale cheeks flushed so pretty and pink, his eyes glazed over and a piece of his golden hair falls over his brow. He looks like a beautiful mess, all because of you. Pride swells in your chest. You really are doing good for him. 

“You’re doing so good. God, you take me so well.” 

Erwin feels his stomach tighten, but he doesn’t want this to end just yet. Your mouth is so wet and warm around him, sucking him for all he's worth to the best of your ability. And you’re so obedient. He can feel how swollen your lips are and can see the drool pooling beneath you on his comrade’s desk. It’s a sight he’s always dreamed of seeing - he can’t stop now. 

“Pretty little thing so eager to take my cock. Is it too big for you?”

Erwin pulls you off his cock with a pop. A string of saliva still connects from your puffy lips to his flushed tip. You can’t help but feel bad, his cock looks so angry and desperate.

You’re practically in a mind numbing state. You’re not thinking rationally, but you have to be good. You don’t know what punishments lie beyond this is you disobey.

Levi takes the opportunity to wrap a hand around your throat and lift you up off his desk. 

“Who owns you?” Your brain is foggy as he man-handles you upwards, he barely gives you a chance to speak.

Smack.

Your ass swells seconds later. You try to respond, but your mind is so fuzzy you just can’t keep up.

“I said who fucking owns you?”

You swallow thickly, “Yuh- You own’mmh!”

He pulls your back flush into him with your leg still resting over his desk. His arm snakes around your waist and grips you tightly. 

“I can’t fucking hear you, bitch. What? Can’t speak because I’m fucking you stupid over my cock?” His minty breath fans over your ear. Your mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, your head feeling lighter by the second. 

“Can’t handle this cock? You need your Captain to take care of you and fuck you ‘til you can’t feel anything other than my dick? So pathetic… look at you.” He begins to jack hammer his cock into you with full force. 

“Don’t worry, your Captain will take care of you, like always. Just be still.” The grip of his hand is so tight around your neck that it’s beginning to get harder to breathe, but the rhythm of his breaths and grunts tell you it won’t be long before he breeds you. 

“You’re my bitch. Mine-” Levi’s easily losing control. 

You roll your eyes back with your mouth slacked open in a silent scream as your walls squeeze around him. Your knees threaten to buckle under you but Levi’s arm around your waist keeps you from moving too much.

“Take it,” He growls as his hips stutter. 

Seeing your mouth slacked open, Erwin takes the opportunity to lean forward and collide his lips to yours in a messy, open mouth kiss. The taste of peppermint is overbearing as it’s already hard to breathe. You’re completely suffocated by the hand choking you out and Erwins deep kiss. The blonds thick tongue slides past your lips to entangle yours. 

Messy, so very messy. Your spit dribbles down your chin, but Erwin could care less, if anything, he’d lap it up if he wasn't so occupied with kissing you. Erwin shakes, as he fists his cock while you kiss. The room fills with sounds of clicking, grunts, and skin slapping and it’s all too much. 

That’s when you feel the man behind you push forward and swipes his tongue over your kiss, aggressively asking permission to join. Erwin moves to the side to allow him in. The grip over your neck softens so you can kiss them back. And you do so. 

Both of the men's tongues shove deep in your mouth, and you do your best to keep you. It’s messier than before. Grossly forcing you into a three way kiss, you move your lips to their ministrations. 

The men let out deep growly moans that vibrate your lips before Levi’s pulls away to latch onto your neck, his teeth sinking down into the flesh. You feel the rush of warmth inside you, his ropes of cum filling you deep as his cock twitches. 

He pauses for a few moments, as Erwin pulls away from you. Levi pants against your neck, before gently letting you go from his bite to kiss the ache away. 

He mumbles a “good girl” under his breath. You immediately feel empty when he pulls out, followed by the rush of his juices running down your thigh. 

You slump forward into Erwin's embrace across the desk. Your eyes fight to flutter shut and your body feels light as air against the warmth of your commander before you’re lowered gently down to the desk. 

Something soft touches your cheek. 

Oh right…

Your doe eyes look up at the blond with exhaustion. Your mind goes a million miles a minute while also feeling like you're drifting through honey. Your body’s pleasurably numb. The back of his hand strokes your cheek, wiping away a few stray tears before he takes your face in both of his hands again. 

“You’re right, she does look good when she’s fucked dumb.” Erwin wildly grins down at you and pauses for a moment. 

“Is it finally my turn?” He asks, his icy blue eyes locked onto yours like you’re the perfect little treasure. His face still flushed with a pretty shade of pink, and his hair more out of place than before. Your eyes flicker down to his cock and see that it looks like it’s about to burst. Precum oozes out of the tip, it looks like it's aching.

No. You can’t.

Then you look at Levi, who’s wiping himself off in the bathroom with a damp towel, his eyes locked on to yours. 

The candle from the bathroom glows and flickers, an expression you can’t decipher paints his face. His face almost looks like longing, or uncertainty - you can’t tell. His movements compliment just that. They’re slow, careful and thoughtful as he folds the now dirty towel and places it on the side of the water basin on the table. 

His muscles are extra prominent due to the candle behind him and his office now dimly lit by the lanterns outside. His body is a work of art, strong but smaller than the man before you. He carefully takes a seat naked on the couch across the room. 

“All yours, Commander.” His expression is unreadable. Your eyes widen by his answer.

No. 

You panic. Anxiety ripples through you, almost making you nauseous. 

“Levi-” You breathe.

With a stone cold expression, Levi holds his hand up. “You do as I say, you do as he says. We both own you. That was the deal.”

“Wonderful.” Ewrin grins. Wonderful. Like you’re a toy. Like you’re not even here. 

They both… own you. 

Not just Levi, but..

“I couldn’t wait much longer to have you. If Levi wasn’t such a possessive bastard, it would've happened already.”

“She needed to learn.” Levi says coldy.

“I ran out of patience.” Erwin snaps. 

Turning his attention to you, he smiles. “And now you’re perfect. You’re daddy’s little princess.” Erwin coos. Levi grimaces.

Then it dawns on you, having Levi fuck you raw, controlling your every move, obeying every command, living with him, was one thing, but now Erwin? You look at Levi with pleading eyes, you don’t want him to lose his temper. You can’t read his expression because of the lack of light.

You can’t let this go on.

You miss the smile that creeps along Erwin’s face before he slides his hands from caressing you. 

Erwin’s eyes violate you, scanning your body sprawled out on the desk. He bends over to take a look at your cunt dripping with his comrades cum. 

Erwin groans at the sight. 

This sends chills down your spine and you almost want to cover yourself up with your skirt… but then you remember what Levi said. 

So you don’t dare fight.

Your eyes flicker to Levi, terrified of what he’s thinking. You don’t even get to look at him for two seconds before he comments.

“Knock that shit off.” 

“Hmm, princess, I won’t hurt you.” Erwin mumbles as he leans over your body and rubs his nose into your hairline, taking your scent in.His hands are over you in seconds. Rubbing, squeezing, kneading the flesh over your entire body. Your thighs and hips being his favorite, you notice. 

Both his hands fall over your ass to spread them wide open for him and get a closer look at your leaking pussy. He kneads your cheeks together and out over and over again to hear how wet you sound each time he spreads you apart. 

You give him a whine. 

“Princess getting impatient?” No. He hums and you rock your hips in response, just to please him.

“What does she need? Can you use your words?” 

“Wan-you, Commander,” you whisper, arching your back.

“Want me to do what baby?” A thick finger slides over your slit ever so gently and you shudder. Everytime you push yourself into his touch, he moves farther away. You huff in frustration.

“Please, m’want you to touch me.” 

“Well since you asked so nicely, sweet girl...” The next thing you feel is his wet tongue flicking at your clit and you groan at the sensation. His wet muscle licks over and over then moves up towards your aching hole and back down again. 

Then, he goes all in. His mouth latches on to your cunt and sucks aggressively. His tongue rolls over your clit from the inside of his mouth and ends it in a kiss to your pussy. 

“You’re so sweet,” he moans and you feel the rumbling of his deep voice. The vibrations of his grunts mixed with him making out with your pussy drives you closer and closer to the edge.

“Commander-” You gasp, lifting yourself up from the table slightly. “I’m gunna-” your knees buckle underneath you but he doesn’t let up. He sucks and kisses your wet cunt to oblivion, sucking and lapping up Levi’s cum along with your juices. His nose prods and pokes at your slick hole - you wonder if he can breathe like this. 

Your walls flutter, tears stream down your cheeks and your fingers grip the ends of the desk. You begin to desperately hump his face back-

He pulls away.

“No!” You cry as the feeling of your orgasm slowly fades away. More hot tears stream down your face in frustration. 

“Shh, baby, don’t worry. I just want you to come on my cock is all. Your commander will give you what you want.” 

In one swift motion, Erwin flips you over on your back and adjusts your ass at the edge of the desk. His large hands slither under and around your thighs to spread them open in his hold. You feel his cock poking at your entrance quickly followed by him pressing into you. 

“You’re ethereal. So perfect. Let’s see-”

Your back arches off the table when he thrusts the rest of his length in roughly. Gasping, your body jolts at the size of his cock. He didn’t even give you the chance to adjust like Levi does. The mix of your wet cunt and Levi previously stretching you made it easier for him to enter, but you’re left breathless and pained from how much bigger he is. You can’t imagine how he would feel without Levi first.

“Look at your face, so precious. Levi- fuck - what an angel. You picked,” he breathes, breath fanning your face, “the perfect toy.”

Your pussy leaks what's left of Levi’s cum out and down your ass. You look up at Erwin through your wet lashes to find his eyes blown wide and wildly hungry. They’re fixated and ready to devour you whole. You’ve never seen him so riled up. Under his white shirt, his chest heaves deeply. You clench at the sight.

“Oh baby,” he’s breathless, “don’t do that. I’m already not going to last long,” 

You’ve never seen Erwin so disheveled. It’s almost an eerie sight. It’s like he’s been waiting years to feel you and he’s losing control. 

He pulls out to the head and you roll your eyes at the drag of his thickness along your walls, to only have him thrust back in and begin a steady rhythm. He’s less calculated than Levi, but he’s more powerful. His thick thighs slap the bottom of your ass as he grasps your flesh like his life depends on it. His grip keeps your knees nice and spread so he can watch your cum slicked cunt take all of him. A white ring’s already forming at the base of his cock. 

“God, how are you still so tight? It’s like your pussy is made for both of us to use.” That earns a grunt from your captain across the room.

You roll your head over to where Levi’s sitting to find his knees wide, cock already hard again, fisting it roughly. His eyes are locked on to you, lips parted, but his eyes show a possessiveness not even you have seen.

“Get this shit off,” your attention goes back to the blond. Erwin’s hand makes haste as he rips your blouse open to expose your chest. Immediately, he picks up his pace, eyes focused on your breasts bouncing to his rhythm. 

“Oh, fuck, such a pretty girl.” He leans his body over yours and buries his face into your neck, inhaling your sweet sweaty scent. His tongue licks a stripe all the way up and his teeth latch on to your ear. 

“Commander-” You breathe. 

“Going to cum so deep inside you- you’re going to be so full of my cum.” his hand slithers up your body to knead your breast. Erwin continues his abuse to your cervix and you just hold on for the ride. 

Suddenly, you feel something poke the side of your cheek, then fingers softly dancing along your jawline.

Levi. 

Captain guides your face to press your lips against his cock, but your eyes remain on Erwin. Taking him halfway in your mouth, Erwin curses and lifts his body back up to fully thrust into you, the desk groaning and shaking at the weight. 

His thrusts are relentless, making you choke over Levi’s cock. You mewl happily around Levi when Erwin places the pad of his thumb over your clit. 

“Come on princess, squeeze me, squeeze me-” And you do just that. Your walls clench tighter and tighter due to his ministrations over your clit. The coil in your stomach contracts and releases. You squeeze your eyes shut and your jaw slacks around Levi, making him pull out and jack off over your face. Your back arches as your convulse around Erwin.

“Fuck, yes. Take my cum-” The blond groans lowly as he grinds into your cunt, releasing his load deep inside your womb. Levi cums quickly behind him, hot ropes of cum paint your face, coating your lips and chin generously. 

Erwin doesn’t stop fucking you, instead, he grinds into you lazily until every last drop stuffs you full of his seed. Once he’s fulfilled, he stops inside you, chest heaving and skin blushed pink.

Leaning over you to place hundreds of gentle kisses over your chest, collarbone, neck, jaw- he mumbles. “So, good. You did so good.”

Erwin slides his arms underneath you to pick you up with little effort, cock still deep inside your walls. You can feel every flex of his muscles.

Exchanging an intense look with Levi, he carries you to the bedroom. He’s careful when he places you down underneath him over the familiar softness of your captain's shared bed. A clean scent wafts through your nostrils and you relax, letting your head sink into the mattress. You’re too exhausted to think clearly. Your mind is a haze, you feel utterly drunk. 

Erwins body towers over your body, still hard inside you. Your eyelids are too heavy to open and look up at him. You just want to rest.

“You’re staying tonight, right, Erwin?” Levi’s monotone voice rattles you as he enters the room, but you keep your eyes closed. Erwin, not looking up at his friend, places kisses at the corners of your lips.

“That was the deal.”

The mattress dips when Levi joins you both in bed, his arm sliding over your stomach and under Erwin to pull close into you. 

And that’s when you feel Erwin begin to lazily hump you again.

[maegalkarven]

I've just played through Gortash's coronation with and without Karlach in the party and the difference-

Like when Karlach is in the party Gortash puts on a mask of composure and authority. Durge is still favorite assassin and all, but 'Lord Gortash' needs to maintain presence.

And then it's just Durge in the party and Gortash is a fucking smiling giggly mess. I can't express how freaking giggly he looks at EVERY second of the convo. Literally "blushing, giggling, twirling hair" kind of a vibe.

And WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK is that? How I'm supposed to NOT align with him??? How my Durge is supposed to not be immediately compelled to destroy the world just so this man kept looking at them like that?

[kleftiko]

a type ??? no . . . don’t think i have one . . .

[ccrisntok]

Good thing.

(spoilers for most recent drdt ep)

[2smolbeans]

Headcanos of the brothers with a cannibal MC?

Om! Brothers feelings towards a cannibal Mc

Warning: MINORS DNI, Dark content, Mc is referred to as you, toxic mindset, Devildom world building, slightly yan vibes, honesty I don't know what to tag this but keep in mind there's dark stuff.

Lucifer:

He didn't expect it, you've hidden it so well..But does he care? Not really. As the first fallen angel and the oldest demons, you think he hasn't had his fair of human cuisine? With the amount of souls he's claimed and the amount of humans he's met, he has all the knowledge of how to perfectly season a good cut.

Back in the ancient days where Diavolo was concerned with anything but human lives, Lucifer would dine and feast on nobles, enjoying the rich luxurious blood of royals- preying on poor innocent naive souls!

To put it bluntly, Lucifer was a vampire back then. Always hungry for blood, always yearning for the red meaty flesh of those precious creatures his father so loved..

But then after the medieval times and the modernization of society..He lost interest. Human meat became spoiled and bitter..And to make matters worst, Diavolo started to get on everyone's case about the new 'rules' and what not about leaving the humans alone.

So of course Lucifer dropped eating human meat all together and has never even had a lick of blood ever since. It's disgusting to him now. I mean with the amount of filth humans accumulate and the amount of junk they put inside their bodies, do you really think he'll willingly ingest that? No! He's way higher than that. He deserves quality, freshly cut, CLEAN meat. Not fatty chemicals.

He can understand why you might be a cannibal. Human blood is so addicting..Or at least was. It's none of his buisness of what you eat or what your diet is like. But don't bring any human meat into Devildom. Human meat is strictly forbidden in hell due to Diavolo's laws..And other demons LOVE human meat..And let's just say, the regulations of demons roaming on earth has been strict- most demons haven't had human meat in a WHILE..And they can smell it from miles away.

So if you don't want any issues in hell, for his sake and yours- don't be a cannibal in hell. Maybe whenever you visit the human world can you do whatever. But for now just stick to the regular meats.

Mammon:

Oh, neat. I mean weird but, whatever suits your tastes. It's not outlandish to for him to discover Mc being a cannibal, there are multiple humans he's met and known who were also into eating other humans. He's tasted human flesh before, probably back in the older days where he was more active as a demon..And to be honest, he doesn't really see the appeal.

Human flesh to him tastes..Okay.

It's similar to pork with a weird texture of fish mixed in with your typical red meat..Now has he ever tried cannibalism himself before? Ehhh not really..He's drank the blood of other demons before, savouring the metallic rich unique unami taste..But that was sooo long ago!

If anything, Mammon is more of a bird type of guy. Turkey, mallard, and duck cooked in it a crisp with the juices..Oh! Man is he now drooling.

So I mean to each their own! If you need a way to get some human meat that is clean and fresh, he knows a couple of ways to get it. There are black markets on hell and earth he could contact and some humans who have made deals with him that owe him..So whenever you want it, just let him know! He'll do anything for HIS human! But of course it'll come at a smally teeny tiny price...

Leviathan:

Fish are known for eating other fish, what's the big deal for you eating other people? He could care less but..How are you getting the food? Who are you meeting up? Are you just getting it already freshly cut or..Are you luring people in like fish? The more he thinks about it, the more it drives him off the roof.

If your stalking all those people, you're fully putting your dedication on them..He hates that. He really fucking hates that thought. Soon enough, he starts spiraling into that self destructive mindset. How are you luring in those special fucking people? Are you stalking them, having your eyes all on them? Or are you smooching up to them? Your pretty eyes swooning them over without a care, getting intimate with them before blowing with the final kill.

He feels angry thinking about it.

He thinks about how you'd stare at their dead body with such focus..Focus that could've been for him. He imagines how you would ingest pieces of that person, becoming one with them..Being inside you.

So no. He won't be happy about you being a cannibal. Not because he finds it gross or morally wrong. But because he can't stand the thought of you being "intimate" with another human.

It's funny when you think about it. Who would've thought Leviathan would make your cannibalism all about him?

Satan:

Pure wonder and curiousity. All cannibals are different, so what is it like for you? Tell him, he needs to know. What's it taste like? Was it for the thrill? For pure research and knowledge, he'll do some expirements with you. I mean who would've thought Diavolo's CHOSEN exchange student would wound up as a cannibal.

Satan will grab different types of human meat, asking you multiple questions as you taste through them and heed his requests. Do they taste different? What's better, grilled or fried? He'll write your answers down in one of his books, keeping them apart of his room collection about all the things he has about you.

He doesn't understand the personal appeal to cannibalism..But he can understand what can make the process of it enjoyable. The killing, the screaming, the butchery and blood..It can be therapeutic to kill and take turn your hunt into a delicious reward..

Otherwise he doesn't feel any disgust, fear, or happiness. Just a slight interest of how you out of all humans turned out to be a cannibal. All he can really say is good luck to when you die, hell doesn't allow human meat anymore..

Asmodeus:

Digust and curiousity..Funny and hypocritical since as the avatar of lust, he knows more than enough about depravity and happily indulges in it. But the thought of Mc being a cannibal arouses him but also disgusts him.

Do you know what humans eat nowadays? The amount of mircoplastics, chemicals, and fat they have? Sure you could say that about cows and other farm animals, but come on! He'll judge you once figuring it out, eying you up and down, cringing like he had just saw you do something horribly embarrassing.

At the same time though it's what adds a bit more charm to you. The act of cannibalism is so..Taboo, and here you are, out of all people, acting on it. It adds that mystery to you that he can fantasize about. Why are you driven to eating your own kind? Is there some type of enjoyment? Are you as blood hungry as he is? Is it a carnal desire you indulge in?

The thought is so thrilling, it drives his lust for you to the edge!

Beelzebub:

Marry him. He's serious.

He never thought his special human could be more like him, but you proved him wrong. He knows so much about eating humans and the gratification of cannibalism. He understands the thrill of hunting down an equally as intelligent prey that can speak to you! He understands the unique texture and taste that your taste buds get from nothing else but that specific meat! He understands you, and he'll be there to tell you there's nothing wrong with you. It's natural! You're an animal and your only following those instincts.

As sickening and twisted as it is, your cannibalistic urges is what bonds you and Beelzebub's relationship even closer. You're hungry? Well there's this athlete he's been stalking- a perfectly healthy male, and right in his prime! Do you want to come with him? He has an amazing recipe he wants you to try! Oh don't worry! He's not famous or anything. You'll be fine!

Just don't tell Lucifer..

You'll follow him to the poor unsuspecting man, killing him in his own home. Beelzebub will do the honors prepping the body, even quipping a few jokes here and there. You've never seen him so..Animated..But it draws you closer to him. Eventually after butchering the meat, he'll ask you to help him. You'll spice up the steak like cuts while Beelzebub cuts up the vegetables that are inside the man's fridge.

You and him eventually finish cooking the meal. You find the plates and cutlery, and he finds a bottle of wine, pouring two glasses for you while you turn off the oven. You and him both smell the air and Beelzebub immediately starts to dig in. Of course out of curtesy, he holds himself back from inhaling the entire dish for you.

Once your full, you sigh, worried about the huge left overs. The man was a tall guy after all..But luckily you remember that you have the avatar of gluttony who's still drooling over what's left.

Skin, bones, even teeth were all gone. Expect for the scalp and hair. Hair doesn't taste good at all..Maybe unless its deep fried together like chips...

Beelzebub already loves spoiling you, so he'll spoil you when it comes to your cannibalistic urges. He'll think of it as your special 'thing' with him. Oh there's so many types of ways to eat people! Ask him!! He'll tell you everything about the best dishes he's had!

For better or for worse, discovering your cannibalistic urges will only indulge more of Beelzebub and yours gluttony.

Belphegor:

Snooooooreeee boring.

He's seen people like you a bunch of times. The thing he doesn't understand is, why are you one? Isn’t it a hassle to kill others? Isn't your prey more smart and dangerous? How do you know that the person your eating isn't going to give you a contagious disease? It takes so much effort into finding a human to kill and prep. Like, okay go off I guess.

I mean if you want advice or something, he could ask his brother Beel for it. You want recipes, go ask Beel. He doesn't know what else to say. But because he cares about you..If theres a particular person you want, he'll do you a small favor and lull them into a deep coma like sleep..But thats it, okay? No more than that!

Otherwise, what does you being a cannibal do for him? Does it stop you from seeing him? Does it prevent you from snuggling with him? No? Okay.

But just do him one thing and promise him that Lucifer doesn't find out. It'll be annoying for him to have Lucifer drag everyyyyone into some pathetic meeting about why killing humans is against Diavolo's beliefs and yada yada.

Speaking of Diavolo..It's weird how the devil himself cares so much about keeping human lives intact don't you think?

Anyways you like eating humans, he does too. He just likes eating their fear and soul more. The flesh is too chewy for him and he's honestly just too lazy to chew through it.

Don't laugh at him okay?

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[sottiali]

Coming home

[shallyouobeyme]

Rise

Obey Me - Yandere!Brothers x Reader (GN); Yandere!Diavolo x Reader (GN)

Summary: Your death had not been an unexpected one - at least for the seven reasons behind it - what had been unexpected was what happened afterwards. How far are the residents of hell willing to go to get you back?

! Minors Do Not Interact !

TW: Major Character Death, Death of a relative (mentioned), Yandere!brothers can be interpreted either as platonic or romantic, poison, murder, Manipulation, blackmailing, non-consensual kissing, angst generally, I do not condone this - this is all just fiction

Everything about your death had been planned prior, not a single detail was unaccounted for. At least for the ones behind it. You yourself had no idea that you were eating your last meal one Friday evening - it had been Lucifer's turn to cook and he made one of your favourites - and you were enjoying dinner with all the brothers. Quite honestly, you should have known something was afoot simply by the fact that all of them were on their best behaviour, no fighting, no cursing - the literal and the magical kind - and even Levi was acting sociable, without a handheld console anywhere in sight. Belphegor was wide awake (at least for his standards), Beelzebub was eating with relative moderation, Mammon wasn't bragging about any of his new purchases, Satan was calm as he could be, and Asmodeus had his complete attention on you, but not in his typical flirty way. It was like they were all trying to savour the moment.

Lucifer seemed to be the same as always, but you knew him too well and knew how to look beyond his shell. He was sad, somehow, and you would have guessed this sense of self-loathing that his pride usually didn't allow, but that always was just below the surface was bubbling up. Why, you didn't know, but you figured you'd ask him after dinner when you had some alone time. When you were finished eating, Mammon jumped up exclaiming that he'd do the cleaning today and you knew one of the brothers would ask what he was trying to even out now, which scheme of his he needed to repent for before it had actually come out. Not a word was said though. That was the moment when you became slightly suspicious, but sadly not suspicious enough - not that there was anything for you to change at that point. The deed had already been done.

A yawn straight out of your mouth pulled you away from your suspicions. You were really tired all of a sudden. The day must have been more exhausting than you had thought. 'Oh well', you thought as your eyelids slowly became heavier, 'you had time to ask Lucifer about what was going on tomorrow, after all, it was the weekend and you had had all the time in the world'. 'All the time in the world', oh how silly that phrase now sounded. You said goodbye to the brothers, giving each of them a small kiss on their cheek as it had established itself in your routine before you turned to leave for your room. 'MC', Lucifer had called after you as if wanting you to stop, but when you turned around to him, he seemingly had discarded whatever it was he had wanted, instead telling you to sleep well.

And you did sleep well, for about two hours and twenty-seven minutes. Two hours and twenty-seven minutes later, your heart beat for the last time, and then your body grew cold and stiff and lifeless. Death had come for you at last. A peaceful death, that the brothers knew for sure because as they all sat waiting in the dimly lit living room, they only felt a slight ache and a sense of finality as their bonds broke apart. It was regretful that they had to these measures and they were well aware that for the rest of their eternal lives, they'd mourn their actions - but what had to be done was done, this was the only way. The one way that would mean that you would spend eternity with them.

Their plan had first started being formulated when you had gotten news of a relative of yours dying - they had been old and sick and their death had not been an unexpected one. The brothers had decided they'd be there to help you mourn and cheer you up, but they found that while you felt the pain of your loss you were actually relieved, knowing that your relative now didn't have to suffer anymore, especially since they had made peace with their end already. It was what you said when Levi had wondered how you could be so nonchalant about death that kickstarted it all. 'We all die at the end, some sooner, some later - death is a part of life and I find that fleeing from it is impossible so I might as well embrace life for the short time it blesses me.'

They had always known that you'd die one day - they knew you were mortal, but still, knowing that you knew that you would, made this more real. It meant that it was something that would happen in the near future (for them at least) and after they had a long talk where all of them agreed that they could not, would not, live without you anymore they decided that the only way for you to be with them forever was to make you like them, to have you be a demon. That way you'd be safe in the Devildom - not that they'd stop protecting you - and you'd be bound to them for eternity, just like the pacts had bound them to you. But for a mortal to become a human, they had to die first.

Lucifer had cleared things with Diavolo - made him promise that once you died and came to hell, he'd make you into a demon (decidedly not mentioning that your death might happen sooner than the prince might expect) - and Satan took care of a poison that would make you die peacefully and painlessly in your sleep. From then on everything would be simple, your soul would come down to hell, that much was sure, you had made pacts with not one, not two, but all seven of the lords of hell, so there wasn't a way in the world that you'd end up in heaven.

That's what they had been so very sure of, but they didn't realize just how pure you were, how you had been able to keep your soul shining and clean even while surrounded by the worst of the worst, how you hadn't indulged in sin even while being surrounded by it. It might have been your celestial heritage or just your heart of goodness, but it seems the great father had his eyes on you and decided to give you another chance after your death. A new life as an angel - the same soul just elevated into a high, celestial position, and without memories about your mortal life. The brothers had no idea of your new angelic self, just mulling over the fact of how long it was taking you to make the track to hell, worrying that you might have been trapped in the mortal realm with unfinished business. It was Simeon who cleared it up for them, he had been in Celestia with Luke while they had ended your life, so when he appeared in the mansion, face white as a sheet and eyes filled with sadness, exclaiming that you were in Celestia now, that you had no memories, asking the brothers what had happened to you, why they hadn't been informed of your untimely demise. They improvised, exclaiming that you had died of some natural causes that unsuspectedly came with a mortal like you spending so much time in the Devildom, that they were in deep mourning and hadn't even gotten to contact your family yet. Simeon - too goodhearted for his own good - believed them, telling them that he'd mourn with them, but it was what he said before he left again that stuck in their mind: He'd take good care of your soul in Celestia.

No, they wouldn't let this happen. They'd do whatever they had to, whatever it took, to have you back in their midst again. A new plan formed, this one more destructive and with much more dire consequences, but they did not care anymore. Lucifer was again the one to get Diavolo's help but this time he was straightforward about it - he knew that he'd act on it with or without the prince's help. It was a surprise how quickly Diavolo agreed and how eager he was to help, it was a sign of his own ulterior motives, but having Diavolo on their side was the biggest trump card they could gain so Lucifer decided to keep that to himself.

Their plan would surely lead to another century, if not more, of animosities between the realms. It might even lead to another Celestial war, but the brothers were more than prepared to fight their former brethren if it was just to have you in their reach again. And so it was enacted ruthlessly and without hesitation. The seven of them along with Diavolo could easily summon an angel, even one as protected and new as you, and so when you arrived in the middle of their circle they were all too ready to embrace you tight enough to make sure you could never escape, the would have clipped your beautiful white wings - the same that Lillith had sprouted out of her back when she was alive and celestial - and would have buried your halo below the deepest ditch in the deepest sea, but they knew that that was not the end goal of their plan. Instead, Diavolo made you an offer. To join him. To become one of the rulers of hell, the eighth lord/lady of hell, and get a power beyond a simple angel's imagination. Of course, you declined, no self-respecting angel without any reason would agree to that, after all, angels were made, born, with the knowledge that the inhabitants of the Devildom were evil, the enemy.

Again, the brothers had expected you to decline, but they wanted to have at least offered it to you under these circumstances. They would get what they wanted one way or another though and so after a simple snap of Diavolo's fingers, Barbatos entered the room, carrying in his hand a small angel. He was holding him with his hand around his neck from behind and Luke was either unconscious or... you didn't want to think about what the or was. Of course, he was just sleeping from a potion in the cookies he had made with Barbatos earlier, during the baking session they had used to lure him down to the Devildom to work as their blackmail.

The ultimatum was clear. Agree, become one of them, and Luke would go free, or decline, go back to Celestia with the knowledge that the young angel, one of Michaels's very own pupils, had died while you could have stopped it. Had you retained your memories from your mortal life, you might have believed that they wouldn't have dared to hurt Luke, but even then you would have been wrong because there was nothing that was too far in their attempt to regain you by their side.

The goodness that had brought you into this situation in the first place was now also the reason for your decision. No way could you live with yourself knowing that you could've stopped Luke's death. And so you held out to shake Diavolo's hand, only for him to pull you towards him and kiss you deeply. The kiss was unexpected, but it turned out to be a welcomed distraction from the burning that started in your midst and widened out until it had reached every single part of your body. Your wings felt like they were made of pure fire as the feathers that were white as snow before turned into an ashen grey. The pain was almost as bad as the one in your temples where horns came out and curled backwards until they were horizontal to your head with a slight angle.

When the kiss - and the transformation - had ended the complete morph of your body took its toll as you fell right into Diavolo's arms. At that point Diavolo saw himself faced with a choice, he was so tempted to just take you with him - make you his partner like he knew you would one day be the moment he had given you your first kiss, now was the perfect chance, you were a demon like him now - but the brothers would surely wreak havoc up him and his kingdom if he did and he had more than enough time after all. People didn't expect him to be a patient man given his childish demeanour, but for you he was willing to wait decades, if not centuries, knowing that once he had you, he'd have you forever by his side. For now, he'd let the brothers take you home, coddle and care for you while they searched for ways to bring your memories back. They'd surely have their work cut out for them, after all - as Barbatos had explained after your transformation - as a result of a mix of celestial blood and the pacts you had with them during your time as a mortal, you were now the ultimate sin, an amalgamation of all of them: pride, greed, envy, wrath, lust, hunger and sloth.

A/N: My thirteenth entry into Yandere Writetober - based on the result of a poll I held - I hope you all liked this slightly longer and more experimentally written Friday the 13 'special'. If you did, I would really appreciate a comment or a reblog. Look forward to tomorrow's entry 'castle'

[sixpennydame]

dark side of the moon⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ [chapter 2]

Pairing: Yakuza!Levi x F!reader

Word count: 6.2k

Newly out of prison, Levi is thrown back into life in the yakuza.

Series Content/Warnings: mafia/yakuza AU, flashbacks, slow burn, mystery, cyberpunk, sci fi, non-binary Hange Zoe, eventual smut, dark content, graphic violence and sexual content

Author's Note: A huge thank you to my beta reader @bitchymanlet - you were such a big help through this!

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“Inmate 012025, Ackerman. It’s time.”

With a loud thud, the heavy, titanium doors slide open, and bright light fills the small cell.

”Hands against the back wall. Make it quick.”

Levi stands up and walks to the back of his cell. With a sigh he raises his hands and presses them against the wall.

Immediately a guard grabs his arms and places them behind his back, before clicking the cold cuffs around his wrists.

“Don’t give us any trouble now, Ackerman.”

As if he would do something today, of all days.

The two guards lead him down the corridor, past all the other cell doors; Levi can feel the other inmates staring out from the tiny window on their cell door. Their eyes follow him, wild and predatory.

But Levi Ackerman had never been their prey.

One of the guards presses a code into a keypad and another heavy door opens. There’s a series of offices, all behind thick-plated, forcefield glass.  The three men move toward a desk where a woman with blue hair, deep wrinkles and uninterested eyes types in the air. With a blink of her eyes, the screen before her disappears.

”Ackerman, Levi?”

Levi nods and the woman takes a device that scans his eye, confirming his identity. 

“Hold out your right hand.”

He does so, while she scans another device over his wrist. There’s a sharp sting, and then the glowing tattoo of his inmate number - 012025 - was gone.

“That takes care of the detection device implanted inside your wrist,” she informs in a monotone voice.

Levi touches the silver button behind his left ear. “What about my cerebral comm system?” 

“It’s been completely deleted. You’ll have to have someone reactivate it.”

The woman moves to a back room and returns with a large vinyl bag.

”Here are your belongings. You can change there.” She gestures to a door just outside their office cluster. 

Levi takes the items, walks to the room and closes the door. He steps out of the grey prison jumpsuit and stands there in just his underwear, looking at the stack of clothing he hasn’t seen or felt in almost five years: a black t-shirt, black combat pants, boots, socks..

He puts on each item, and wonders if he’ll feel different - if he’ll revert back to the man he used to be before he was put behind titanium bars.

But he doesn’t feel different. He doesn’t feel….anything.

When he finishes dressing, the guards walk him to the outer gate of the prison. The forcefield comes down and Levi takes his first step outside as a free man.

”You’re late. I’ve been waiting out here for over 30 minutes,” comes a voice from behind him.

Levi turns to see a tall man with sandy brown hair leaning against a cherry red vehicle. “I thought you’d done something to get another year added to your sentence.”

”Tch, as if I had any say in what time they’d release me.”

”You look like shit.”

”Takes a piece of shit to know one.” 

Both men glare at each other, then the tall one smirks. “Good to see you again, Levi.” He pats him on the shoulder.

”You too, Farlan..” Levi replies warmly.

”Come on, let’s get you out of here.” 

The car’s engine purrs as Farlan weaves in and out of traffic. Levi is enveloped by the leather seat, the glow of the neon accents inside reflecting off of Farlan’s dark suit coat.

”Looks like you’re doing well for yourself,” Levi says.

“The last few years I’ve been managing all our legit businesses, making sure they look good on paper. At least good enough that nobody will snoop around further.”

”So you’re a paper pusher,” Levi remarks. “Never thought I’d see the day.”

”Beats fixing the books for underground gambling rings,” Farlan answers defensively. “It’s the same concept though, just a different arena. I’m suited for this.”

Farlan had always been smart. He knew how to work the angles and how to get people to let down their guard.

They’d met at the orphanage they were both put in during one of Neo Tokyo’s efforts to, “alleviate the growing population of homeless children littering the city’s streets.” Farlan had convinced Levi that his calorie bar - the only thing they received for dinner - was infested with invisible larvae and that if he gave it to him he'd get another one. Finally figuring out he’d been conned, the next day he punched Farlan in the face and took his daily ration. 

They’d been friends ever since. 

During their teenage and young adult years with the Ackerman clan, everyone knew their names. They had their hands in almost every backalley operation - from gambling to fights and everything in between.

And if Farlan had been the brains of their operation, then Levi was the brawn. Farlan could shake people down through intellect, and when that didn’t work, Levi would beat them to a pulp. Together, they were feared and respected.

They had been equals. But now, after five years, Levi felt left behind.

“So where are you taking me? I need a shower.” Levi scrunches his nose at the musty smell emanating from his clothing.

”To your apartment. I made sure they didn’t touch anything. It’s all there as you left it.”

”Probably a dusty mess…but thanks for looking after the place.”

”Wasn’t that hard. Not like you had much stuff in there.”

”…and Isabel?” Levi asks tentatively, afraid to know the answer.

”Still functioning, and still entirely devoted to you. She could barely contain her excitement today.”

Levi felt a rush of relief. He never thought he’d feel any sort of affection for an android, but Isabel was different. She was a friend and comrade, and had saved his ass on more than one occasion, stitching up his cuts and gashes from a fight or standing beside him during a back alley brawl. But he was often surprised by how human she behaved sometimes, tearing up when she’d see a dead animal on the side of the road, or stealing food to give to a needy family. 

Sometimes he thought she was more human than he was. 

The buildings grew higher and higher the closer they got to the city center, their reach seeming to pierce the orange-red sky of the late afternoon. The next thing he knew, Farlan was pulling up to his apartment building, both of them entering the elevator decorated with layers upon layers of graffiti, and finally walking down the hallway and standing in front of his apartment door. 

It was finally hitting him. He was free.

”I bought you some suits, hopefully they fit. Though you do look like you’ve bulked up a bit.”

”Not much else to do in prison but exercise. I tried to train as much as I could, too. I wanna get back into the ring.” 

“After all this, you still want to fight?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“It’s just…nevermind. Take a shower, get dressed,” Farlan hesitates. “Oyabun wants to see you this evening.”

“Oyabun…” Levi repeats, the word turning sour in his mouth. “Your professionalism is getting on my nerves. You don’t have to talk to me like I’m some new recruit.” 

“That’s who he is, Levi. He deserves our respect.”

Levi grimaces. “So Kenny’s pulling my leash already, huh?”

”Levi.. I know things were…strained between the two of you before, but he kept you protected while you were in prison.”

”Bullshit.”

”Believe what you want.” Farlan waves his hand in surrender before walking towards the door. “I’ll be back this evening.”

”Don’t bother, I can drive there myself. Where’s my bike?”

“It needed some tuning up since it’s been out of commission for so long. Isabel’s getting it ready for you.” Farlan turns to grin at his friend. “So you’re stuck with being chauffeured by me just a little longer. See you in a few hours.”

The door shuts and Levi is surrounded by silence. It’s a different sound than he’s used to; even though it’s the space he lived in for years, it feels unfamiliar and new.

His eyes scan the room; it really was exactly as he left it. Always the minimalist, his small sofa nestled in a corner across from a dining table with two chairs. No pictures, no books; the only personal item was an antique ceramic teapot and two cups.

”Petra.”

Suddenly, the lights fade up in the room, as if the apartment itself was coming to life.

”Welcome back, Levi,” the female voice resonates in the space, “it’s good to have you back. I haven’t been activated in such a long time.”

”Yeah, I’ve been…away.”

”Shall I prepare you some tea?”

”That’d be great,” Levi pulls off his shirt, “but I’d like to take a bath first.”

There’s a chime of recognition and then, “The bath water is ready. Please relax, sir.”

”Thanks.”

Levi had always felt prompted to treat Petra respectfully, even though he knew she was just an apartment AI - an assistant built into almost every home in Neo Tokyo. But it was so rare for him to hear a kind word from anyone in his life, so hearing her voice made him feel like he was being reunited with an old friend.

He takes off his clothes and turns on the shower, taking a sponge to wash away the dirt and grime from his body and hoping in some small way, that it might wash away some of the memories as well. 

But those proved harder to get rid of. He knew only time could do that.

He finally sinks into the steaming bath water and a heavy sigh escapes his lips; he can feel his muscles relaxing with the heat, years of built up tension slowly melting away. The Martians of Neo Tokyo knew what an important resource water was, but now Levi felt it in his very bones. 

Stepping out of the bath, he looked at his naked body in the mirror. He was bulkier than he was five years ago, Farlan was right about that. His lean, muscular frame, useful for street fighting and cage matches, was now replaced by more defined arms and chest; it was noticeable now, even beneath the tattoos swirling on his body. 

A giant eagle, designed in the classical Japanese style, stretched across the length and width of his back; its wings outstretched and talons out, as if attacking prey. A red moon shone from his right shoulder and clouds wrapped around his torso, swirling up his abs and around his pectoral muscles. Over his left pec was the Ackerman clan crest, the Japanese character for power, 力, encased inside a circle.

That had been his first tattoo, when he was initiated into the Ackerman clan as a teenager. That felt like an eternity ago now.

His yakuza tattoos covered many of the scars Levi had received throughout his life, but there were new scars from his years of incarceration. He collected them all like badges of honor; evidence that he’d survived another day.

He found his electric shaver and erased the light stubble growing on his face, then decided to shave his undercut again, just like he’d always had it. But this time, he kept his hair slightly longer than it had been before. He slicked it back with a comb, exposing the sharp features of his face - flawless, except for one scar running through his right eyebrow, breaking it in two and barely missing his eye.

He’d forgotten how he'd received most of his scars, but that one…

…he’d never forget that night.

Wrapping a towel around his waist, he walks to his bedroom.

”Petra, I’ll take that tea now. Green jasmine.”

”Right away,” she responds. 

As Farlan had promised, there were several suits hanging in the small closet. The yakuza were old fashioned, and clan members always preferred the look of the classic, tailored suit, in contrast to the bright and bold fashions prevalent on the streets of the city. Levi scans each one and decides on a dark navy blue suit with a white shirt. In a drawer are several ties, but he decides to forgo them and instead keeps the top two buttons undone, slightly exposing his chest tattoos that start just under his collarbone.

If Kenny wants him to wear a suit then he’ll do it his way.

He rummages through another drawer and finds his gold earring stud. The hole in his ear has grown smaller but he pushes it through, wincing just a bit as it breaks through skin. He welcomes the pain, though. Pain has always made him feel alive.

“Your tea is ready, sir.”

Levi takes the tea cup from the food preparation compartment and eases into a chair that’s facing his balcony window. How long has it been since he’s had a steaming cup? Tea wasn’t the type of contraband that could be obtained in prison, no matter what an inmate had to trade. He lifts the cup to his lips and takes a sip, breathing in the aroma.

”These are imported leaves from off-planet. Where did you get them?”

Petra blinks on. “Mr. Church wanted to make sure that you had the best for your homecoming.”

Levi’s lips turn upward into a faint smirk. 

Farlan.

He guesses his old friend can afford things like this now. No more slumming it like they did when they were kids. He’d made his way in the world, and now Levi wanted to as well.

But first things first…

He finishes his tea then grabs his suit jacket. “Petra, I’ll be back later,” he says to the room, before stepping out of his apartment and into the city streets. The sun was just starting to set, creating a copper glow to the sky as it reflected off the high rise buildings and skyscrapers. Neo Tokyoites filled the sidewalks, bustling from one place to the next, but no one drifted an eye toward Levi as he walked along the city streets - just another face in the crowd. 

The city hadn’t changed much since Levi had left it, but even if it had, he could make it to his destination with his eyes closed. He takes a right, then a left, turning into a narrow alley and scaring a cat or two before arriving at an unmarked door. 

He knocks once, a pause, then two more quick knocks.

There’s commotion on the other side of the door, as if someone is scrambling towards it. Then it bolts open.

“Aniki! I knew you’d come!”

A small red-headed young woman throws her arms around Levi’s neck, practically throwing his body across the alley. 

“See? Didn’t I tell you he’d come right away?” she boasts as she pulls him through the space Levi had once used for training. His punching bag was still there, gathering cobwebs in the corner, along with his other training equipment, but the rest of the room was now littered with electronics and various tools.

And sitting in another corner was Farlan, scrolling through his comm device as he lounged in one of the only chairs in the entire space.

“Isabel knew you wouldn’t stay in your apartment for long, so I thought I might as well just wait for you here. Saves me a trip, anyway.” Farlan smirks.

Isabel can hardly contain her excitement. “The trio is back together, just like old times!”

Old times…Levi thinks as he looks around the space. Everything - and he’s sure everyone - has changed, but it’s a relief to see that Isabel is still the same. 

Levi puts his hand on the top of her head. “Glad to see that Kenny didn’t get rid of you once I was arrested.”

“What? No way! Farlan got me out of there the moment you were busted. He’s been getting me steady work ever since, working on bikes and cars, even some augments here and there.” Her face beams, “Kenny may have thought me a useless android, but I’ve been making my own way.”

That also gave Levi some relief. Throughout these past years, he’d wondered what had become of the spunky little android he’d saved from the wrecking yard. 

Levi had always had a soft spot for things that were considered broken beyond repair. 

“Isabel, I need you to reboot my cerebral comm connection.” 

“Oh yeah, yeah, not a problem.” Isabel takes his hand again and leads him to a part of the room with a computer connected to a multitude of cables. 

Levi sits on what looks almost like an examining table, leaning his face into the light above. “You’ve got quite the set up here.”

“Since I’m not a certified augmentation android, I have to stay under the radar, so most of my clients come from Farlan or from word of mouth.” 

Isabel rolls her chair over to Levi. “Just turn your head to the right for me…” One of her small hands finds the silver button behind his left ear and with one swipe of her tool, pops it out.

 “Let’s see what I can do here..”

There’s a slight sense of pressure as Isabel sticks a cable into the port, connecting Levi to her computer. She rolls back over to her station, clicking her keyboard methodically.  

“All your contacts are still here…at least they didn’t try to wipe your memory for names and information.”

“Oh they tried,” Levi remarks, “but it didn’t work. Seems my Ackerman genes are good for more than just kicking people’s asses.”

“I bet that pissed them off,” Farlan adds, still scrolling through the air with his pointer finger as images only he can see moves across his eyes.

“Almost there..” Isabel says, intensely concentrated on her computer screen.

There’s a few more clicks of her keyboard, and then Levi feels a slight jolt of electricity through his head.

“And that should be it.” Isabel rolls back over the Levi, disconnecting him and replacing the silver button. “You should be connected to your old contact list now.”

“Thanks.” Levi pats her head again and she grins from ear to ear. 

“I’ll have your bike ready for you tomorrow.” The red-head responds while Levi gets up from the examining table. Farlan gets up, giving both of them a look that says it’s time to go. As Isabel walks them to the door she puts a tentative hand on Levi’s arm.

“Aniki…once the word is out that you’ve been released, people are going to wonder when you’ll start fighting again.” 

“That’s a good question, and one I’m about to get an answer to,” he responds. 

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

The Ackerman Clan headquarters was housed in a nondescript, four-story building, just on the outskirts of the entertainment district. The only thing that made it stand out from the other business buildings was the Ackerman crest emblazoned next to the door; no other signs were needed, and inhabitants of Neo Tokyo didn’t have to be fluent in Japanese to know its meaning…

Power. The word that’s synonymous with Ackerman.

Farlan pulls up and the door to his car lifts up automatically. “Oyabun is in his office - I assume you remember where everything is.”

“You’re not coming in.”

“Nah, not this time. Kenny wanted to meet with you privately, and I have a meeting to get to, anyway. I’ll see you later this evening.”

Levi steps out of the car, straightening his suit jacket before stepping up to the door. The moment he touches the handle the door unlocks for him.

At least he knows he hasn’t been completely shut out of the organization.

There are voices coming from the second floor - new recruits, most likely, being made to clean and prepare dinner for the evening. Levi remembered the hierarchical structure well; it was something he’d also had to go through in his teenage years. But unlike the others here, he wasn’t recruited into this clan.

It was something he was born into.

The elevator takes him to the top floor, which was reserved entirely for the clan’s leader. Levi walks through the empty reception area and knocks on the office door.

“Come in,” a low, gravelly voice answers.

Behind the door is a room split in half; the front part serving as a reception area and in the back, a broad desk surrounded by pictures of past leaders. The man behind the desk grins broadly then stands up, gesturing to Levi to come in. His face shares many of the same features as Levi: a sharp profile and even sharper eyes of a stormy grey hue. He’s taller than Levi, however, and leaner, with a powerful aura that fills the entire space.  

“Look who’s back from the dead,” he says, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

Levi scoffs at the phrase, but it’s true; the last few years in prison made him feel like a corpse, a half-life that dragged on and on. In a way, he has been resurrected.

“Kenny…” he says sharply, “you wanted to see me.”

”Of course I did! It’s not every day that I can celebrate the release of my nephew from prison.” He gives Levi a once-over. “You survived with all your limbs, that’s good. And you look strong,” he frowns, “but not any taller.”

Kenny laughs at his own joke and then offers for Levi to sit, but he refuses, standing in front of the broad desk with his arms crossed. 

“And no better sense of humor either,” Kenny deadpans before sitting on the edge of his desk. “Always so serious. But no matter…let’s get right to business.”

At that, Levi finally sits, though he’s on edge and alert, not sure where this conversation might go.

Kenny walks behind his desk where a katana sword is displayed. He picks it up and slowly removes it from the sheath.

“You know, Levi, we Ackermans have been feared for our strength for generations, even before we were yakuza. This power has shaped us into what we are today. I’ve been preparing you to take on this role someday, but you’ve been a pain in my ass from the beginning: disobedient, disorderly, and headstrong. That fire in you needed to be beaten into submission.”

Light glistens off the katana as Kenny moves about the room. “I let you do those cage matches because it gave you a purpose and kept you compliant. But when you started earning huge sums of money, and weren’t paying your dues to me and your brothers - well, that just wouldn’t do.”

Kenny stands in front of Levi now, the katana held loosely at his side. “I hope your time in prison taught you a thing or two about respect, Levi. What I say, goes. Always.”

He pauses, as if expecting to get some sort of reply from Levi, but gets none.

“You were supposed to lose that match - that was the deal we’d set - not beat the humanoid within an inch of his life. You lost me an incredible amount of money, and respect from the Reiss Agency. So you needed to be taught a lesson.”

Levi’s hands ball into fists in his lap, his nails digging into his palms. He takes a deep breath before he responds. “Consider the lesson learned. When can I start fighting again?”

“Fighting?” Kenny laughs. “You think I’m gonna put you in the ring again after that stunt you pulled? Abso-fucking-lutely not. It’s time you started preparing for a bigger leadership role.”

Levi grits his teeth. He wants to grab that katana Kenny holds and slice him right down the middle. 

He could do it - he’s strong, probably stronger than Kenny now. He could do it and finally be free. 

He takes a breath. No, this isn’t the time.

Be smart…

Kenny presses a button on his desk and a few seconds later, a tall, blonde woman enters.

“Sir,” she says in a stern, serious voice.

“Levi, you remember Caven. She’s my wakagashira now.” He grins. “The title you should have had. I suppose you’ll have to usurp her someday.” Levi can tell that it gives Kenny no greater joy than to think of the two of them fighting for the role and for his approval. 

Caven’s eyes slide towards Levi, her body on edge, as if Kenny could call for them to fight any minute. Kenny laughs. “But that’s a problem for another day. Caven, introduce Levi to the new shatei - he’ll be in charge of them now.”

At that, Levi stands up. “What? I don’t want to be in charge of some brats.”

“Oh, but you will, Levi. Because what I say goes.” Kenny’s eyes darken and his voice lowers. He walks towards Levi, looking down at him, the katana still in his hand. “Got it?”

Levi looks away, wordlessly conceding to Kenny’s demand. He turns to follow Caven out of the office.

”I guess this is when I’m supposed to welcome you back,” she says coldly.

”Don’t bother. We don’t have to pretend that we like each other.”

They both walk down the stairs to the second floor. “I’m not sure what you mean, Levi. You’re my brother. We’re all family here - or did you forget that while you were in prison?” 

Levi clicks his tongue at the statement. He always thought the yakuza’s obsession with family laughable; if this was supposed to be a family, then it was the most dysfunctional one he’d ever known. 

Not that he’d really ever known anything else.

The brief times he’d ever felt the true bonds of family was when he was with Farlan and Isabel, or as a small child, when it was just him and his mother. But those years were fading from his memory with every year he grew older.

“Speaking of which,” Caven opens the door to the second floor, where there are clattering and raised voices coming from the living area.

”I told you to clean this place up!”

”I did! Why can’t we just have androids do this?”

”There are no androids here, idiot. Oyabun is against it. Now hurry up, our brothers are gonna be here soon.”

Caven pinches the bridge of nose and gives a heavy sigh. “Connie! Jean! Get out here.”

Two young men emerge from the room: one on the smaller side, with silvery grey hair and a buzz cut; the other tall and lanky, his light brown hair growing slighting over his undercut. 

They both look at each other then at Levi, mouths slightly agape. Caven clears her throat, clearly disappointed at their sudden lack of manners.

”Connie, Jean, this is Levi. He’ll be your big brother from now on and will prepare you to be a true member of the clan.”

”Levi… Ackerman…we heard all about you,” Jean says, bowing deeply. When he sees Connie still standing there staring, he pulls him down as well. “It’s an honor, sir…uh, aniki.”

They both stay in a bow and Levi shifts uncomfortably. “What am I supposed to do with them?”

”Take them around on neighborhood patrols and payment collections. You know, standard stuff.” Caven raises an eyebrow. “Unless you’ve forgotten the basics.”

Levi gives Caven a cold look, then walks over to his new younger brothers, their bodies still at a ninety degree angle. 

“Ok, that’s enough. You don’t have to bow to me.” Levi looks around the space as they stand up. “You were cleaning?”

Jean rubs the back of his head nervously. “Yeah…then we were gonna start cooking dinner after we finish this…”

Levi’s discerning eyes continue to survey the room, seeing every hairball and clump of dirt left behind. “Oh, you are nowhere near finished.” He hangs up his suit jacket. “You. Baldy.” His finger points at Connie. “Go get the mop. Jacques – ”

“...it’s Jean, sir..” 

“-- get a rag and start wiping everything down.”

“But we just cleaned —,” Connie interjects, but when Levi glances towards him, his mouth clamps shut.

“I’ll leave you all to it, then,” Caven says, sauntering away. “Good luck, you two.”

Connie and Jean immediately start their tasks. Levi rolls up the sleeves of his dress shirt.

”I’m sure you’ve heard lots of things about me, but one thing you should know right now: I do not tolerate filth.”

”Yes, aniki!” They both answer.

”I’ll start on dinner prep. You two join me when you finish here.”

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It’s not long until other clan members start ambling into the building for dinner. Levi hears their voices before he sees them, and the corners of his mouth curl into a slight smile.

”It smells cleaner in here! Could it be?” 

A tall man with long, blonde hair strides into the kitchen. “If it’s not the man himself! Oi! Levi’s back, everyone!”

“Pipe down, Eld, the whole damn neighborhood can hear you,” Levi chides, before shaking his hand. “Good to see you again.”

“Shit, I don’t believe my eyes. Levi!” Another man enters, patting Levi on the back generously. 

“Gunther..”

“It’s about time they let you out..” comes a lackadaisical voice from the back. Levi turns to see a third man, arms crossed, leaning against the wall, a cigarette hanging from his mouth. 

“Well you know, Oluo, I had to get back here and beat your ass back into shape.”

Eld and Gunther laugh, but Oluo frowns. “Come on, Levi, I’m a lot stronger now. You’ll see.”

Levi feels a bit uncomfortable with all this attention on him, but it’s expected; these are men he’d known since they were new recruits. He’d done jobs with them, showed them how to take a punch and even give them when needed. It’s amazing how much they’ve changed in just these few years.

He wonders what else has changed in this organization. 

“I see you’ve met the little brothers,” Eld says, grabbing Connie and putting him in a headlock.

“I’m in charge of them, actually.”

“Damn,” Oluo laughs. “Hope you two are up for it.”

“Up for what?” Jean asks.

Oluo smirks as he sits down with the others at the table. “For the daily ass beatings you’re gonna get if you don’t keep the damn place spotless.”

Everyone laughs except Connie, Jean, and Levi, who looks at his two little brothers. “They are right about that.”

Connie and Jean eat their food quietly, listening to the stories being told around the table by the others about Levi. He shifts in his chair uncomfortably; he doesn’t particularly like being talked about like he’s some history report, but he’s content enough to listen, especially as the conversation shifts to updates on the clan and its newest exploits.

Hours pass with more stories being told and alcohol being drunk, until Caven walks through the door, a serious look on her face.

“There’s been a disturbance at Club Azure. Some members of the Jaeger Clan are causing a scene and harassing the hostesses. Levi, Kenny wants you to take care of it.”

Before Levi can even respond or refuse, she’s on her way out the door, but stops, glancing at him behind her shoulder. “And take Connie and Jean with you.”

“Fucking Jaeger Clan, thinking they can mess around on our territory,” Gunther says, his hands balling into fists. “Unfortunately for them, Levi’s back.”

Without a word, Levi gets up from the table and grabs his jacket.

“Those Jaegers won’t know what hit ‘em,” Oluo adds. 

“Come on,” Levi finally says to his two brothers, who scramble away from the table and file behind him. “Let’s get this over with.”

Levi hadn’t realized how much time had gone by that evening until he stepped out into the brightly lit streets of the entertainment district. Signs flashed and holograms coaxed patrons to step inside their clubs, while drunks stumbled around them, yelling about which bar to hit up next. 

Pachinko parlors, night clubs and host and hostess bars lit up every corner of every block; and when these institutions closed in the early morning light, there was still entertainment to be found in the sex clubs and soap lands. 

And every one of them was protected by the Ackerman Clan.

“Does Hange still own Club Azure?” Levi asks as they make their way to the club, an easy walk from the clan headquarters.

“Yeah,” Jean answers, “but I’ve heard times have been tough over there.”

“Tough for a lot of the clubs these days, I heard,” Connie adds. “Members of the Jaeger Clan have been busting shit up around here recently and scaring customers away.”

Levi wants to ask more about this Jaeger Clan, but they’ve already arrived at the doors of the club. By the time the three men enter, there are raised voices amidst the smooth jazz music.

“We got ourselves a non-aug!”

Levi hears a voice say over the others. He looks over to the source of the noise and sees a man - probably no more than nineteen or twenty - being slapped by one of the hostesses.

“Don’t you touch me,” the woman says.

A few seconds later, he sees the man backhand the woman.

And that’s when something ignites in Levi.

“Stay here,” he says to Connie and Jean, wasting no time in walking toward the disturbance. The man grabs the woman’s face hard, saying something about not fucking with the Jaeger clan.

“Oi.”

From then on, Levi goes into combat mode, the rest of the world fading away as he throws the man across the room. He senses the rest of the men gathering around him; he deals with them one by one, barely breaking a sweat.

The leader reaches for a weapon in his jacket, but Levi is faster, his knife in his hand in the blink of an eye.

Even in the heat of the moment, his breathing is calm, his heartbeat is steady, and his concentration is laser focused. He feels his strength coursing through him.

The feeling of his fist against skin, his punches sending a resounding crack across the room…

This is who he is. This is what he does.

He blinks a few times when he sees them scrambling away, the room incredibly silent, until - 

“Thank you so much, um..”

You’re in front of him suddenly.

Your dress does little to hide every curve of your body, and every bit of skin that is revealed shows not a single tattoo or augmentation. He blinks a few more times to focus on your face, and it’s like time stands still. Tears have formed in the corners of your eyes, probably from the force of the blow to your cheekbone, but your eyes are still bright, undefeated. 

No longer able to hold your gaze, he gives you his name and turns away. 

Why is his heart beating so fast?

When he reaches the bar he turns around to see you being whisked off by another hostess.

“Whew! Well that was not how I wanted this evening to end.” Hange says, leaning against the bar and looking at Levi. “And when I called Caven, I had no idea you were gonna show up. I didn’t even know you were out of prison.”

“I just got out today.”

Hange laughs and pours him a drink. “I bet this wasn’t the welcome you had in mind.”

“Who’s that girl? The one that got hit.”

“That’s Luna. She just started here today. Guess you two have something in common there.”

“She’s not augmented?”

“Nope. Pure as snow. Not that I’ve ever seen snow before.” Hange pours a drink for themself and downs it in one gulp.

“Where is she from?”

“Earth… Why do you want to know so much about her?”

That breaks Levi from his concentration on you. He doesn’t answer, but instead shifts on the bar stool and takes a swig of his drink. 

“It’s natural to have those urges, Levi. You’ve been in prison for so long,” Hange’s voice has a teasing lilt.

“Fuck you, Hange.”

“Not even on a good day, Levi. But she might.” Hange gestures to the dressing room where you’ve been taken.

Wanting to get away from the conversation, Levi gulps down his drink and stands up. “I’ll take my guys and search the perimeter of the club to make sure they’ve left.”

“My hero, just like old times!” Hange yells out, as Levi and the other two walk towards the exit of the club. “Don’t be a stranger!”

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“Hange has a new girl working at Azure.”

It’s the first thing Levi says to Farlan when he picks him up the next morning. He hasn’t been able to think about much else since last night.

”You’re not usually interested in the products.”

“She’s from Earth.”

”So what?” Farlan counters.  “There’s lots of Earth refugees here; in fact, many of them work in that sweatshop Kenny has, making fake….”

”She’s not augmented. At all. Not one mark or change.”

Farlan looks up. He knows where this is going. “That’s not a rarity for Earthlings, Levi. It’s a coincidence.”

“What if it’s not?”

”What difference would it make now? What’s done is done, Levi. You can’t change the past.”

”That’s easy for you to say.”

”Look, I know you want answers, but you’re not gonna find them in some girl from Earth. You have a chance to start things over. Don’t stir shit up.”

But it was too late. Levi’s curiosity had already been piqued. His gut told him there was more to you than what you seemed, and he wanted to know what that was.

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Glossary of terms:

Oyabun - title given to the leader of a yakuza group

Aniki - “older brother”, used to refer to someone who is considered a superior

Wakagashira - a lieutenant, works directly under the Oyabun

Shatei - “younger brothers”, they work under the more experienced “older brothers” (kyodai) of a yakuza clan

Pachinko Parlor - a mechanical game like pinball, used for gambling

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[abiatackerman]

Just imagine Levi's expression if he reads "Hunting Adeline" and when he'll reach the part where Zade fucks Adeline with gun......

He'll be traumatised

He'll furrow his eyebrows with disbelief, then he'll shut the book. A disgusted expression will be clear in his face. He'll take quick steps to find you and when he will, he'll grab you by your arm and will speak with an urgent tone while blushing slightly.

"Y/N, I'm absolutely banning you from reading dark romance novels! Like sex with guns? Falling for a psycho stalker?! I'm not gonna let you become a psycho too. It's me or the books!"

In reply, you'll just tease him more, only to see his blushing-mortified-disgusted expression.

A/N: I'm a huge fan of dark romance books. Currently reading "Hunting Adeline" and suddenly the thought came into my mind that what's Levi gonna do if he finds out that I'm (his partner) reading these kinds of INTENSE books. I think he would be traumatised, lmao....

[maegalkarven]

Also the reason I write Gortash so obsessed with Durge and literally holding them above everyone else is because

Imagine: You meet a child of god. A child of cruel and evil god who is an awful murderer. Killing is their Sole Purpose, the reason why they were even created.

And that person one day REFUSES their father, their GOD. Why? Because of you. A child of god defies a god for you. They are made for killing but refuse to kill YOU when their god commands them to.

They get betrayed and disgraced because of you. You think they're dead. BECAUSE they chose you over everything else.

And then they return and alright, the memory is lost, but it's still them. You know it's them.

Like imagine the power trip Gortash had to have upon the revelation what Durge disobeyed their god for HIM.

Of course he'd be obsessed. The child of god said only he matters.

[yan-lorkai]

Hello may I please ask for poly headcanons for yandere demon brothers realizing they’re all in love with mc. I don’t know if you do poly

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡A/N: Uh... I don't remember receiving this request to be honest, which means Tumblr must have eaten it and just now had spit it out for some reason. I apologize for such tardiness. I do poly requests, yes. And I wrote for the three older brothers here.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: Possessive / toxic behavior, controlling tendencies, gaslighting, thoughts of kidnapping, gn!reader.

Dividing the things one's like is something a demon doesn't do, but Lucifer presumed that he might get used to the idea of ​​sharing your affection and attention with his brothers once he realizes how he and his brothers are harboring feelings for you. And being one of the first brothers to notice how others feel about you, Lucifer already knows that his plan to keep you somewhere else can no longer be carried out. Not when he knows his brothers would kill every demon in Devildom just to get a glimpse of you.

That's why he calls his brothers into his office and tells them what he realized, forcing them to admit their feelings to themselves if they hadn't realized it yet. The result is a mess and while it will take time for them to get used to the idea, they also agree to slowly introduce the idea of ​​a poly relationship to you and if you are against it, Lucifer knows a little spell that will make you change your mind quickly.

He loves you very much, but he wouldn't change any of the controlling behaviors he has because in his view he is just protecting you - you don't need to know that your friends who left you were actually trapped inside some of Levi's games or that Mammon paid someone to make them disappear, none of that matters, as long as you're here in their arms for them to comfort you and make you laugh. A lie is beautiful and saves you from the horrible pain of the truth.

For or against the idea, once you are in a relationship with them, Lucifer loves to monopolize your morning and have all your attention on him. He loves seeing how your eyes shine with love when he kisses you until your lips are sore and leaves you completely breathless. Or how he pulls you into a slow dance and lets his hands wander over your shoulder in a way that raises goosebumps throughout your body and ignites a flame of desire inside you. Little moments like that make it worth all the headache of having to put up with his younger brothers acting like idiots, even though you and he make fun of them without them knowing.

Lucifer knows that he can't always be a good lover and give you the attention you want and when you want, as he is busy with the duties of being Diavolo's right hand and having to deal with various documents. And you know, three pairs of eyes see much more than just one and with his brothers by your side, you will always be safe and have company with whom you can go out and talk. He feels more at ease knowing that one of them is with you than he would feel if you were with Simeon or Solomon, only Diavolo knows what they would do to a little thing as fragile as you.

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Unlike his older brother, Mammon sees a problem in sharing your love and goes out of his way to disrupt his brothers' dates to run away with you to somewhere he wanted to show you - this while he is in negating his feelings. He doesn't have feelings for you but like, you shouldn't have feelings for anyone else if not him. It's kind of annoying and makes everyone upset, but deep down they can't do anything to him because you always have his back. And you know he acts this way because he's insecure and afraid that you'd rather spend time with his brothers and forget about him completely, some would call this manipulation, but you know it's just the fear of being rejected and forgotten after hearing all the insults directed at him day after day by the people who are supposed to love him.

He wants your eyes on him, your attention and love on him, he is almost like a crow hanging on your shoulders, imitating funny voices to make you laugh and think about the present moment. At the present time with him and that's when he realizes that he actually loves you. You do so much for him and his brothers. Still, after much reassurance that you love them equally and that you won't love him any less just because you also spend time with his brothers, Mammon feels free from a burden and lets his brothers spend time with you without interruption. But he's always there if you need him, don't worry.

As one of the more touch starved brother, he loves it when you pat his head or hold his hand as you walk down Devildom's busiest streets. It's sweet to know that he's the one who has you and the other demons can only look. And if anyone tries to touch you, tries to talk to you Mammon has some old friends who would do a service for him, as your first man, he knows that he has to protect you from any danger and knows that sometimes, you should just stay at home, look pretty and wait for the gifts he gives you. The world outside is boring and mean. He is not opposed, however, to asking the witches for some potions that will make you dependent on him and his brothers if you want to leave the house more or talk too much to other people.

 But his love is contradictory because he loves showing you to the world, taking you to the most expensive restaurants or showing the demons in the casino that you are on his lap, rooting for him. And, although he doesn't like sharing you, he's fine if it's just with his brothers.

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The two older brothers may not be totally against the idea, but Levi is. Levi is consumed by his envy and jealousy just realizing how some of them are always gravitating to your side, wanting to spend time with you when he knows you want to stay in his room playing games and reading manga all day. He knows you, so no. Levi is not happy with Lucifer's little reunion and how he tells everyone about the observations he has and, although he is not vocal about his displeasure, Levi spends a lot more time inviting you to play. Games that force you into a parallel world and that take up all your time, It's a shame these games can only load two players, his brothers will have to leave you alone for a long time while you two slay a dragon and become heroes, get married and adopt several kids and pets.

Except Levi doesn't know how insistent they can be when it comes to you. His predictable behavior even caused Mammon and Lucifer to team up and come up with a plan; sell every collectible item, every game, every manga, every action figure until Levi gave in. It's a dirty trick, but it's better than them torturing him, he supposes. And even if defeated, he can still manipulate you, pull the strings of your heart towards him until all you want is to lie in his arms, in peace and alone.

While he may never fully accept this whole situation, Levi tends not to get in the way. He loves you to an extreme degree but he also love his things very much.

[rainofthetwilight]

currently LAUGHING. cackling even .

[severe-kitty]

Niko, clearly angry: I AM IN A BAD MOOD! So NOBODY TALK TO ME!!

Bran, pouting: Even me?

Niko, confused: What? No. Obviously, YOU can talk to me.

Niko, angry again: BUT NOBODY ELSE! I MEAN IT! LEAVE ME ALONE!

Niko, softly to Bran: To reiterate, this does not apply to you.

[sottiali]

Picknick in Prehevil