#honestly gives levi a scalp massage

[rivangel]

i need more after war levi x onyankopon fics tbh show me how that happened, hange asking onyankopon to look after levi after their death, levi hating the idea and eventually giving in, they becoming close friends or maybe even more, i NEED it

YEESSSSS they’re literally the definition of a rare pair. i feel like onyakopon has hange and erwin’s traits combined if that makes sense? he’s a charismatic charmer but also silly and goofy, and very smart. yk this man is a passionate lover…

levi is so jaded after the war and he won’t touch his past with a ten foot pole anymore but onyakopon doesn’t ask. doesn’t even reference it, unless levi mentions something about the good memories and onyakopon beams and asks all demure for the story. he’s the type to help levi out with simple tasks his disabilities make a lot harder without asking. and he’s so patient. i just. i just i just

[danger-noodle-uwu]

i have this random thought in my head that- the demons are demons, and so there’s a chance that their hair doesn’t really grow, or it at least grows too slow for hair cuts to really be a necessity.

so i was wondering if maybe you could do a trans masc!mc where their hair is growing too long for their liking? this can be platonic or romantic with any or all of the demon bros, up to you hon.

have a nice day!

Lucifer

The first-born personally loves long hair especially if they are yours, so it could be assumed he is quite the sucker for it.

He loves the little bounces they do each time you walk, the way they land across your face as you work and he gets the grand opportunity of pushing them behind your ear or the way he could tug at them during intimate moments.

Honestly, during his heaven days, he probably had long hair too which were always caged in a warrior style braid. Later, he cut them off as they provided a good grip to the enemy.

But that doesn't mean, he would force his opinion on you. Of course not. Though that won't stop him from constantly complimenting your hair.

If you wish to get a cut, he can do it. He's done mammon's haircuts before however he won't tell you any of it. However, Satan might just to piss him off.

He would say no, that he might ruin your perfectly beautiful hair.

Unless you are really desperate, he wouldn't agree but puppy eyes from your end will make him cower.

Once he gives in, he trims your hair rather skillfully than expected.

Yet nothing in life is for free, he demands a payment of cuddles and kisses from you for the rest of the day more clingy.

Mammon

Despite people thinking, he'd love your hair. It isn't exactly right, don't get him wrong, he odes love your hair but he prefers when they were short. They were so cute and fluffy and everything which he misses like a lot.

Mammon had multiple hairstyles in the past, some had him guilty, others were simply a secret. He had long hair but that was him as a young demon and you know what they say about young demons, uneducated and filth that rivens everything.

Though that slight dislike wouldn't stop him from making braids, he just can't give up the old habit of doing lilith's hair before she went to sleep. Oh, the good old days...

When you mention about getting a cut, his brain goes "brrrrr *ping* Lucifer!!" And now he's all happy since you can get a cut.

After the cut though, he realized he really did love your long hair as much as the short. Yet, happy for you and kinda sad, he jumped on you as soon as the eldest had done his work.

Afterwards, he put tiny clips at the end of your hair strand, making you all cute/emo and then proceeded to squeeze you in a tight loving hug.

Leviathan

Honestly, if he said cosplay wasn't he first came to his head then he would be lying, yet it wasn't the only idea.

Braids. Buns. Ponytails. And so much more. Long hair=fluffy/smooth hair and he loves that.

Though he might shy away if you confront him about that, a stuttering mess calling you so cute and attractive and hot. Yeah, that's his way of appreciation through stutters and mumblings.

He isn't exactly keen on cutting your hair but trimming it can be done. He has experience of cutting wigs and sometimes his own hair, so your in safe hands.

His hands are as skilled as Asmo's, they work their way up in your scalp, massaging it before the cut and the begins the work.

Honestly, he tried his best and your hair turned out pretty decent especially considering the fact he didn't actually do someone's hair. Ever.

Afterwards, levi silently told you that he would miss those cute buns and sweet ponytails.

Embracing you, he whispers of how now he will add little tiny clips to your hair or make it curly or wavy or straight or anything!!

Satan

Well, according to the avatar of wrath you are perfect no-matter how you look, though he does have soft spot for your hair.

He likes to play with it while reading, to see it all adorably fall over your face and the way it lands on his face when you cuddle. It is all smooth/fluffy.

He's prefers your hair were slightly short, they might become an issue to deal with. Afterall, how can you manage such long hair and tells you it's okay, he has connections.

His connections are very helpful, for they found you a pretty decent hairstylist who seemed to rid of the unwanted length.

Personally, Satan wouldn't have let you get a trim but again he wasn't suffering any inconvenience of any sorts and he remembers your words too

Afterwards, Satan's would try to continue his day much like any other despite frowning at almost everything.

You notice that quick enough, asking him if he is okay' to which he replies 'he is' 2hen he somewhat isn't.

You embrace him tightly and giggle realizing that it was all about the trim, he liked your hair the way it was before.

Avatar of wrath pouts at your giggles and asks if that was so childish of him, only for him to recieve a kiss in reply.

He has never blushed more harder. Ever.

Asmodues

You are adorable!!!! Asmo can't help but want to braid it or make buns like space buns and add some glitter to your hair with matching clips.

And guess what?!! You are fifty times more adorable, he adores the length of those pretty locks and loves to buy accessories.

Oh and each time you complain, you are going to lectured about how cute//hot you are, how much pretty your hair are and how you shouldn't call them ugly or too long for liking.

And later the same day, he had an hairstylist come over who knew him pretty well and gave you a nice trim.

Though he was grumpy, he stayed clingy as ever.

Asmo while wrapping his arms around you who is seated in his lap and grumbles "I miss your long hair. I swear if you get up, I'll— i'll cry... hmmph!" He pouts.

Usually, asmo wouldn't go out of his way just to let you get a trim he didn't want you to get, it was because he couldn't stand you getting upset about yourself and he didn't want that.

Much like everyone claims, Avatar of lust indeed is a king of self-love and refuses to let any hate get to you even your own (tho you ain't hatin nothing) and doesn't want you to suffer any inconvenience either.

His darling deserves the best and he will give it to you. Oh but he may kinda bug you to dye your hair. ("Come on just the flag colours!")

Beelzebub

Unlike most, beel doesn't really have opinion on your hair, he just thinks each thread of your being is beautiful much like masterpiece created by a skilled artist.

He doesn't really care about the styles you'd prefer or wear he just thinks you are amazing with or without it.

However at times, like when those locks cutely fall over you face and the pout you make afterwards is even more adorable.

He's never really done someone's hair, but if you agree beel might give you one and it would be pretty decent despite being him unexperienced.

Beel wouldn't really celebrate as much over the length but he might give you tiny clips that look like the flag.

He doesnt really know why you would dislike the how long your hairs however he will respect your opinion.

He stays the same without a slight change in behavior, sweet and gentle.

Beel likes to admit it's not the clothes, that make you look beautiful, it is you who makes the clothes look pretty.

And there is nothing in the world that could match you beauty. Not even Aphrodite.

Belphegor

The sleepy demon prefers your old cut where he could snuggle upto you and inhale your scent without your hair going in his nose.

Your short hair were soft like petals of freshly bloomed flower and smooth, luscious like silk and smelled like marshmallows, he claims.

Though he wouldn't exactly vocalize his opinion, he would whine subconsciously when your hair would go over his face.

He wants to snuggle but your hairs gets in the way but at the same time he wanna braid it and chop it off on particularly bad days.

He would probably ask lucifer to trim your hair, when both of you had enough of those locks which served nothing more than as an inconvenience to both you and him.

When finally your hair was trimmed, he smiled a little gummy smile at you sleepily.

He tucked a flower neatly behind your ear and told you he wants his snuggles that he had missed out on before.

And that day, belphi had the biggest smile on his face as he snuggled upto your warmth.

Masterlist

[lxstfulbeans]

JUST CURIOUS OR NOOOOT....if you’re open or not, that’s cool~....

*slides a hundred your way*

I must know, what would it be like for Levi, Erwin, and lastly HANGE *clears throat* to be with a Black S/O, but here’s the catch. They’re the only black person behind the wall..well atleast what’s his name comes around..

Also, Drink plenty of water, stay hydrated, sleep well, relax, breathe, happy Valentine’s Day ❤️

Aight I gotchu babes, lemme get that hunnid up outcha 😏. And thank you so much 🥺 same to you!!

I feel like I gave more to Erwin and Hange than Levi, but I love these three equally 😭✋🏽. But, hope you enjoy this!

Headcanons: what it’s like with the only black s/o behind the walls.

Levi Ackerman:

When he first met you, he’s like “what in the fuck-“

He never meant it in bad way, oh no ma’am. It’s just that NO ONE has ever seen anyone like you before, let alone thought there were people of a different race.

But knowing Levi, and seeing his resting bitch face.. how could you ever know 💀.

My guy literally lived in the UNDERGROUND, on some “City of Ember” type shit, and has never seen someone like you before.

When you decided to join the Survery Corps. then eventually choosing the Scouts after being top of your class. He took it as an opportunity to observe you (well, him and like twenty, thirty other people 💀), whenever y’all sat and talked about expedition plans with Hange and the Commander, he enjoyed listening to you speak your mind and blast your opinions.

And don’t get me started on how strong and open-minded you are.

Eventually, he’ll start catching feelings. He’ll talk to you more, occasionally praise you for a job well done more than he’s done ANYONE else. He’ll even fucking compliment you and pick up on little things you’ve done.

Of course, when the other brats get outta hand when it comes to awful flirting and tryna see what that thang do. He shuts that shit down before it can even start.

“Oi. Get the fuck outta here before I use you as live bait for the Titans.”

Best believe they skedaddled.

He asks if you’re okay, and to tell him that if anyone else makes you uncomfortable like that again so he could properly whoop they ass.

Y’all get to talking and.. somehow talk most of the day away.

When he heard you laugh, he was struck. His heart pounding, though he couldn’t help but feel a smile tug at his lips.

Then, he asks you to be his. Which you accept with pride.

He’s always there to help you with wash days if you need it. He loves helping you, even if he doesn’t really show it.

Oh, and that discrimination shit? Y’all can cut that shit out right now cuz Levi don’t play.

Teamwork makes the dream work when it comes to cleaning. He’s impressed at how much better you are at it than he others.

Oh and your COOKING babyyy

He be stingy with it for sure. He was big mad when everybody else wanted some, at least you saved some pie for him.

And y’all are partners in fucking crime. Y’all be bodying Titans left and right bruh. Don’t nobody want the smoke.

Erwin Smith:

Oh my lawd, why is he so fine and RESPECTFUL 😔✊🏽.

Okay, okay this ain’t about me rn heheh.

Honestly, he’ll be flabbergasted to be in your presence. He’s never seen someone of a different race before, he wondered were there more of you on the outside?

When he saw you the first time on the return from another expedition outside the walls. His eyes met you and he was just.. amazed. He was sure that he wasn’t seeing things but, he had to see you again.

When he couldn’t find you, he had to come to the conclusion that you were a hallucination. I mean, he was exhausted, sleep deprived, and hungry.

But, eventually he found you by yourself at the bridge. He was amazed at how the morning sun made you glow, reflecting off of your brown skin.

When you caught him staring, he choked on his words as he rambled with apologies. This made you smile, inviting him to sit and enjoy the morning with you.

Y’all started talking and you just.. clicked. When he heard your laugh for the first time, he had it bad.

He tried visiting you as much as he could, even if it was only a simple “hello, how are you?” or the slightest of small talk.

When the Walls were invaded, you were helpless. No one bothered to help you, either saving their own asses or being eaten alive. You couldn’t count the times where you were so close to meeting death. You refused to become a victim and have fear control you.

When you joined the Scouts, he was shocked to you standing here before him. Your fist over your heart as you announce yourself. He never thought you would be here about to risk your life everyday.

But, he saw that fire in your eyes and smiled.

He couldn’t guarantee your safety but would do everything in his power to make sure nothing happens to you.

He’s a busy man. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn’t sit and talk with you all of the time. If you were lucky, he’d send a smile or even a wink your way.

Though, he’s often caught you by yourself again, watching the sunset or gazing into the night sky. The way you skin would glow made him look back on old times.

He sits with you, talking the night away and making you smile again.

Overtime, you eventually get closer. When you originally closed yourself of because of the events of “That Day”, but opened up more and more when you both were together.

Whenever somebody tries to snitch on you to him, you’re literally not phased by this shit.

“Tell him then, I don’t give no fuck! Matter of fact, I’ll tell him for you!”

He honestly adores how you don’t take shit from anybody, but he lets you get away with a little bit of things. He won’t reprimand you but will give you a slap on the wrist if you went too far with something.

Whenever he says something unintentionally funny, you just crack up laughing. Like, you are wheezing so silently and rolling on the floor in tears. He couldn’t help but chuckle and shake his head at how silly you were.

He adored everything about you. Your laugh, how your skin glows in the light, your captivating smile, and how you weren’t playing games with nobody.

This time, he realizes his growing feelings for you.

Eventually, he confesses his feelings to you. Like this man is poetic as hell, he’s listing off everything he loves about you, even the little things made his heart soar. You were honestly shocked that your Commander felt this way about you.. but you couldn’t lie and say you didn’t feel the same.

After y’all get boo’d up, you’re basically a power couple.

Somebody got one time to talk shit about you, on god he is on them like white on rice.

“If you say one more word about them, I will personally make sure that on the next expedition, I will leave you behind...”

Ah, don’t you just love it when it he gets serious and protective?

And both y’all side-eye the fuck outta people when they don’t rub you the right way.

Wash days? He’s all for it. Once he sees your arms drooping, clearly worn out from washing your hair, he’ll happily roll up his sleeves and get up in there.

Bruh, have you seen his hands?? You KNOW his massages are bomb af, like you damn near fall asleep everytime he massages and scratches your scalp.

Don’t get him started on your cooking, he’d do anything for it. He gets so happy when you save extra plates for him to eat later.

When push comes to shove and everyone’s losing their shit, you have to be strong. Erwin’s always motivated you and inspired you, if humanity had any chance to survive, you had to show it.

“Y’all need to get yo shit together PERIODT! It’s okay to be scared, but we won’t make it out of this if you keep actin’ like this! Y’all signed up to protect humanity right?! Well, show these Titans who they fuckin’ with!”

After hearing that.. he wanted to marry you.

(bonus: let’s say that he’s alive 💀 cuz I literally cried when he got clapped like how-)

When you were finally able to go outside the walls without any fear of the Titans, you felt free.

When you came across the ocean, he couldn’t take his eye off of how amazed you looked at the clear blue waters, the sun making it shine towards its horizon.

“It’s everything Cadet Arlelt said, right? Where there’s an ocean.. there’s other lands, eventually other enemies.”

“I know. We made it this far, it’s only right that we keep goin’.”

Hange Zoë:

Hange can GET IT MM- 🤧 they are literally so fine.

oh, and it’s kinda canon that they’re non-binary so 😃.

This’ll be after you first join the Scouts and baby they was on you like white on rice INSTANTLY.

They’ve never seen anyone like you before. It was almost forbidden to learn or talk about anything beyond the walls, were there more of you?? Where did you come from?

Though, they’re outta pocket questions and lack of knowledge of something called, “personal space” kinda made you nervous so they brought down a couple notches.

When they got to know you more, they were just ecstatic to see you.

When Hange caught you alone, basking in the warm embrace of the sun, they couldn’t take the throbbing of their heart as your dark skin was shining.

When you eventually start dating, they had no problem putting folks in their place when they try you.

“Alright, I see that you have quite a lot to say about my s/o! I bet you won’t be spouting a word when you come face to face with Titan. I’ll happily let you see them up close..”

They’d absolutely kill for your cooking. Deadass. If they’re not the first and last one to get a plate, they’ll be big mad for a hot minute.

I’m sure they observe you a lot, especially when it comes to your routines and how you try your best not to smell like a hunnid cans of bounce dat ass 💀. So when wash day comes and you’re kinda tired after training, they’ll happily wash your hair for you.

They’ll praise you for all the hard work you’ve done, giving you little forehead kisses, massaging and giving light scratches to your scalp.

OOH WEE- you are in absolute heaven with them.

Both of y’all share that chaotic energy, bugging the hell outta Levi when you get the chance.

When it comes to fighting Titans, y’all don’t play! When it’s time to put the moves on ‘em you do it!

- - END SCENE - -

[ikeromantic]

7+ Sinful Snuggles

Obey Me minis with the 7 brothers plus - approx. 4k words of fluffiness and spice.

I’m Not Asleep

It was supposed to be a cram session, but barely an hour in, Belphie is nestled against your shoulder with his eyes closed. 

“I’m still listening,” he sighs when you poke him. “Just keep reading to me.” He snuggles closer as you continue reviewing the chapter on 11th century Demon Accords - which honestly, is boring enough that your own eyes keep sliding shut. Belphie’s head slips from your shoulder to your chest. He sighs happily. 

Determined to press on, you keep reading. Or you try to. His hands slip under your shirt to draw slow, lazy lines across your skin, working their way down to your hip. 

“B-Belphegor?” 

He doesn’t respond, but his face is set in a blissful smile. You could try to wake him, but why fight it? His touch feels good, so good you lean back into the pillows with your own sigh of happiness.

Snacking in Bed

Beel shows up to your room with popcorn and snacks to watch reruns of Iron Chef with you. You both reach for the choco-crickets at the same time, bumping hands. 

“You can have the last one,” he says, blushing. 

“Ok.” You grin playfully and pick it up, noting the ways his eyes track the candy. It’s too cute and you’d honestly feel bad eating it, so you hold it out, touching his lips. 

Surprised, his mouth opens, taking your fingers and the chocolate. He licks the candy from between your fingers as you pull back. 

You can’t help but shiver a little at the sensation. It was . . . nice. 

“That last one was especially good,” he smiles. 

“Was it?” 

He nods, scooping up your hand. 

“W-what are you doing? I’m not holding anymore candy,” you tell him. 

He presses your fingers to his lips, kissing them from tip to palm. 

“Beel?” 

“Mmmm, you’re sweet,” he tells you, words muffled as his mouth works its way to your wrist and up your inner arm. You think your shirt will give him pause, but he nibbles right past it, up your shoulder, to your neck. His mouth is hot, and the way he suckles and nips your skin makes you feel faint -and pretty warm yourself. 

“I think I understand why demons eat human,” he whispers into your neck. “But don’t worry, I just want to taste.” 

You’d like to reply, but your brain is short circuited by his lips, tongue, and teeth working their way down your chest. In the background, Chairman Kaga takes a bite of his pepper. He looks almost as smugly satisfied as Beel does with your nipple in his mouth.

Too Slick

Asmodeus invites you to his room for a hot oil treatment. He swears it will add softness and shine to your hair. You agree - afterall, his spa treatments are always fun, even if they don’t seem to do much. 

When you get there, he hands you a robe. “You don’t want to get oil on your clothes, right?” He, of course, is already wearing one, seductively half tied to reveal his smooth chest and just a bit of his thigh. 

You slip into the bathroom to change. Asmodeus follows a few minutes later, just enough time for you to get the robe on. As the oil warms, he chats with you about new fashions and compliments your eyes, your skin, and the way you blush when he’s ‘just telling you the truth.’ 

When the oil is warmed, Asmo uses a ladle to trickle it over your hair and scalp. You feel it running down your skin, warm and slick. It’s a nice feeling, relaxing and *maybe* a little arousing. Then Asmodeus starts to massage the oil in. His smooth hands feel so good on your scalp, your neck, your shoulders . . . 

In your haze of happiness, you realize he’s pushed the robe down quite a bit. But you don’t mind it really. He’s still chattering away and the massage is nice. But when his hands slip past your lower back, you sit up straight. “Ok! I think you got my hair and then some!” 

Asmodeus laughs softly. “Still shy? Alright. It’s my turn then.” He takes the ladle and pours some oil over his head. “Ooooh that feels nice!” 

“Yeah, it really does,” you reply. Then you try to stand so he can have the chair while you rub the oil into his hair. Only . . . the floor is slick with drops of oil and you almost fall. 

Asmodeus catches you, but he slides too. You both end up slipping and sliding across the floor, clinging to each other, until Asmo manages to grab the edge of the door. 

You realize then that your robe’s come undone, and Asmodeus’ is hanging open too. Not that either of you can see anything, pressed up close as you are. It’s not about seeing . . . it’s feeling that skin-to-skin contact. 

Asmo realizes it the same moment you do and smiles. He wriggles slightly, rubbing his oiled self against you. “Mmmm, now that is perfect. And good for your skin.” You have to agree, which you do, in a vocal little half moan. 

Bedtime Story

Satan invites you to a hotel grand opening in the southeast demon forest - one of his contacts is hosting a huge party there, with rooms for the guests to try out. It sounds like fun, and you’ve never gotten to see the dark forest, so why not? The trip does not disappoint. 

The forest is exactly what you’d expect to see in a demon’s woods, with flesh eating trees and deadly poisons. Even the squirrels look dangerous. The party is great too. Good music, dancing, and conversation. 

You are pretty sure some of the demons in attendance would see you as an appetizer if Satan wasn’t at your side, hand on your back. He is the perfect companion, making sure you have something good to drink and that you’re enjoying yourself. As it happens, you enjoy yourself a little too much. 

“I didn’t think about how strongly the Spiritus Punch would affect a human. I shouldn’t have let you drink that third glass,” he sighs. 

You giggle. His slight frown is so funny. And attractive. You grab his shoulders and give him a quick, surprise kiss. You meant to get his cheek - but your lips find his. 

Satan freezes for a moment, but your lips don’t mind the happy accident. And he can’t help but react to your warm, hungry kiss. He finally breaks it, his breath almost as heavy as yours. 

“You’ve had too much to drink. Let’s get you to our room and in bed.” 

You smile in a way you hope is seductive. “I’d like to get you in bed.” 

His eyes narrow and you can’t tell if that reaction is good or bad. He puts his arm around you and helps you to the elevator. You lean on him, holding tight as the movement up makes you feel dizzy. Of course your shared room is on the top floor. Penthouse suite with a view. He opens the door. 

Your eyes go to the windows, where outside the forest sparkles with a thousand tiny lights. 

“Oh my . . .” Satan sighs. Your gaze follows his to the center of the room. Where . . . there . . . was only one bed! 

UnConvention

Levi scores two tickets to the TSL Convention, which is, of course, the most popular fan convention in all of Devildom. And he could have invited anybody (or sold the tickets, as Mammon won’t stop going on about), but he invited you. And he even put together a Henry cosplay outfit, just for you. 

Levi is going as The Lord of Shadows, and it is going to be so much fun. The convention takes up two whole city blocks, full of panels from the film actors, several music shows inspired by or featured in TSL, and then aisles and aisles of merch. But before you get started, Levi wants to get some pictures. 

You could take them with your DDD, but there’s a photobooth and the face Leviathan makes when he sees it . . . you can’t say no. 

“I’ve never taken pictures with a f-friend in a photobooth,” he tells you. His cheeks are bright red and his eyes shine. 

The booth bench is really narrow, and the two of you struggle to fit. “I - I think we’ll fit if I sit on your lap,” you tell him. 

The scarlet spreads to his ears and down to his neck. “M-my lap? You want to sit on my lap?!” 

You can’t help the wicked, playful smile his reaction elicits. And you don’t wait for him to say more. With a little wicked wiggle you put yourself right in his lap, turning to wrap an arm around his shoulder. 

“H-hey! That’s not - why are you still moving?” His eyes are so wide. 

You lean close, lips brushing his ear. “You don’t like it? I thought you loved Henry . . .” Not that you’re really asking. You can *cough* feel how much he loves ‘Henry’ from your perch on his lap. 

“Oh!” His eyebrows go up as one of your hands slides down his side. He is too much fun to tease. “This is just like the scene in I Was A High School Succubus Teacher Season Seven! I know what to do!” 

You are about to ask what he’s talking about when he grabs you and pulls you even closer. His lips find yours, and his hands are all over you. Under your costume, grabbing your hair, unbuttoning your Henry outfit . . . 

When the two of you slide out of the booth, breathless, red-cheeked, and disheveled, you are greeted by a cheering crowd of fans with ‘shipper signs and offers to buy your NSFW photos. 

Greedy Bastard

You didn’t have plans this weekend, which is how most of your misadventures with Mammon start. This time, he lost a bet in a private card game. The price was his service for a weekend, but they’ll cut it down to one night if he brings a friend. Which is where you come in. 

You almost tell him no when you see the outfits for this night of hosting. Tiny little hotpants and a top made of black ribbons . . . but then you see the way Mammon looks at you wearing it and, well, it’s worth it just for that. Of course, he’s not the only one that appreciates you in those clothes. 

The demons playing cards keep looking your way hungrily and more than one tries to smack your ass or give you a pinch in passing. You’re too quick for them, but the more often it happens, the more annoyed Mammon gets. 

“They have no business touching what’s not theirs,” he fumes at the bar.

 “They haven’t touched me yet,” you laugh. “Besides, work is up in another hour. I can last that long.” You snag the latest round of drinks, ready to take them out, but Mammon gets between you and the door.

 “Let’s sneak off early,” he suggests. He takes the tray out of your hands and sets it down.

“They’ll notice when they run out of booze,” you point out. 

“Don’t care.” Mammon steps closer to you. You can see the effect you have on him in those ridiculously tiny shorts. “I’m the only one that should get to see you dressed like this.” He brushes a hand down your side, tugging lightly at the ribbons. “The only one that gets to touch you.”

And then his lips are on yours, his body pressing you back against the wall. His skin is hot against the cool satin ribbons that criss-cross your chest. His hands caress you like treasure and his kiss is possessive. There might be an hour left on shift, but this greedy bastard is going to keep you all to himself anyway.

Overtime

Helping Lucifer sort student records is not what one might consider fun. But someone has to do it and you offered to help so here you are. Sitting on the floor, surrounded by piles of folders and loose sheets of paper. 

Lucifer is at his desk, making notations on records, and in the background, the TSL soundtrack plays. 

It’s just past midnight and your vision is getting blurry. Every time you blink, it gets harder to open your eyes again. But you’re not anywhere close to done and Lucifer is relying on you to have these sorted. This discipline record for Caacrinolaas should be in the C section under . . . under . . . 

“Falling asleep on the job?” Lucifer’s voice snaps you awake. He sounds amused more than annoyed. That’s probably good. 

“Ah, just, taking a moment.” You waive the paper in your hand. “I couldn’t find the C folder.” 

He smiles. “This one right in front of you?” 

You blush and pick it up, flipping to the discipline section. C-double-A . . . 

Lucifer takes both out of your hands and sets them down. “I think we need to call it a night.” 

“But I’m not done,” you protest. 

“Are you contradicting me?” One dark eyebrow lifts. 

“N-no.” 

“It sounded like it.” He bends down and scoops you up. “I will have to think of a suitable punishment for your insolence.” 

You try to wriggle out of his grasp, not because it’s unpleasant but because he makes you feel so helpless, holding you like that. 

Moving around only makes him grip you tighter, pulling you against his chest. “The more you struggle, the stricter I’ll be forced to be,” he warns. 

You go still. He carries you out of the office and down the hall. If you weren’t half afraid of what happens next, this might be pleasant. Lucifer smells good, and his chest is a perfect pillow. Despite your anxiety, you begin to close your eyes, lulled by the gentle motion. You aren’t sure when exactly that you fall asleep, but you can pinpoint the moment you wake.

 Lucifer’s fingers stroke gently through your hair. His breath is warm against your cheek. “I didn’t mean to make you work so hard you passed out from it,” he sighs. 

“I didn’t pass out,” you mumble. 

“You’re awake.” He lifts himself up on one arm to look down at you. “You should be resting.” 

“I thought you were going to punish me,” you reply, taking in the fact that he’s wearing pajamas now, and so are you. In his room. In his bed. 

“Looking forward to it?” He smiles and the heat in his gaze sends a shiver down your spine. “I think it can wait for morning. But perhaps . . . just a taste before we sleep.” His hand tangles in your hair, pulling you toward him as he kisses you. His lips are spicy and sweet, and your eyes close, enjoying the moment. 

Tea and Biscuits

You agree to meet Barbatos at the demon lord’s castle for tea. Just the two of you. The way he says it makes it almost sound like a date, but surely a demon that can see past, present, and possible futures wouldn’t be interested in a short-lived human. 

When you arrive, he leads you to a balcony overlooking the garden. There’s a small couch for two and a little table with a samovar for tea and several plates of biscuits, cakes, and sandwiches. Your favorite flavored biscuits, cakes, and sandwiches, to be exact. 

Barbatos smiles. “I hope it’s all to your liking.” 

“You know it is!” 

He laughs, and pours you a cup of tea. You both sit down, hips touching. It makes you blush a bit, but Barbatos doesn’t seem to notice - or care - so you decide to just ignore it. It’s hard though, to ignore the way his hand brushes yours and the press of his leg against you. The way his eyes never seem to leave you, going from your eyes to your face down your body.

 “Is it alright if I kiss you,” he asks suddenly. 

The question takes you by surprise but you nod. You like him but you’d never expected him to return the affection. 

Barbatos leans forward, his hand gentle on your thigh. His lips meet yours in a slow, sensuous kiss that spreads heat through your whole body. 

You’ve kissed before, but never like this. Never with someone that has millennias of skill and knowledge of you that even you don’t have. He slides his other hand behind your back, pulling you onto his lap. The kiss melts you against him. Silk and sweet and hot. You aren’t sure how long it lasts, only that when it ends, you want more.

Theater

When Diavolo invites you out to see the newest movie, I Was A TeenAge Witch’s Familiar and It Was Awful, you imagine going to a crowded theater, getting some popcorn, and sitting in a slightly smelly, stained chair that you wouldn’t touch with a ten-foot pole if you saw it in broad daylight. 

Instead, you end up at his castle, sitting on a wide, comfortable plush velvet couch. The only two people in front of a theater-sized screen, where the as-yet-unreleased movie plays. 

Diavolo starts out on the opposite side of the couch, but keeps getting closer. To share popcorn, to offer you a sip of his drink, to point out some funny line in the film. Then his arm snakes around behind you, settling on your shoulders. 

You hop up, surprised. 

“I guess this means you don’t enjoy my company,” Diavolo says, looking up at you with big, sad eyes. 

“No . . . I do . . . just, I didn’t expect -” 

He shakes his head. “It’s alright. I’m sure you find me quite frightening.” 

“I don’t!” You sit back down and set a hand on his. “You don’t scare me at all, Diavolo. And . . . I think you’re cute.” 

“Is that so?” He grabs you with both hands and lifts you up. “What about now?” 

“Still not scared,” you say, though you are a little. 

He grins and stands up, still holding you above him. “Not even a little?” 

“No?” He tosses you into the air and you feel like a little kid, half-afraid and half-exhilarated. You let out a little shriek on the second toss and as you come down, he catches you in his arms. “Your reactions are so entertaining. Much better than any movie.” 

You can’t help but blush at the look in his eyes. Adoring and sensual. 

“It makes me want to do all sorts of things to you, just to see what you’ll do next.” 

You gasp as he begins to tickle you, his fingers finding all the sensitive spots on your sides. You reach out to tickle him back, surprised to find that Diavolo is absolutely ticklish all over the place. Both of you end up on the floor, laughing and panting in waves of tickle-attacks. 

“Truce!” You finally shout. 

He stops, his fingers in mid-wiggle. “But I am having so much fun . . .” His lips turn up in a slow, evil smile. “I’ll stop on one condition. You have to promise we’ll do this again.” 

You nod. “It’s a deal.”  

Like Magic

You agree to meet Solomon for a lesson in pacts. He knows more about them than anyone besides a demon lord. And he’s willing to share. For a price. You had to bring him the latest Madam Scream’s Scarlet Tarts as a trade for his secrets. A small price to pay. 

The two of you meet at a park in the Devildom. It’s almost as bright as a day in the real world, from the brilliant glowing mushrooms, tree fungi, and floating flowers. 

“You know, I could almost call this spot romantic,” Solomon says as he spreads out a picnic blanket to sit on. 

You raise an eyebrow. The sorcerer has been a little secret crush of yours, but you know when someone is out of your league. And an immortal genius definitely is. “Huh,” you reply. Great response, you think, but Solomon laughs. 

“I didn’t mean to leave you speechless.” 

You hand him the pastry box from Madam Screams. “I’m not speechless. I said ‘huh.’ 

He shakes his head. “I don’t think that counts as a word.” 

“And I guess you’re the final authority on that,” you mutter, feeling annoyed. 

He grabs your hand and brings it to his lips. “I didn’t mean to sound like a know-it-all. Forgive me?” He presses a light kiss to your palm. 

It surprises you so much that all you can do is nod, actually speechless. 

Solomon smiles. “Good. I wanted this to be a nice date.” 

“Date?” The word leaves your mouth before you think about it.

“What else would you call two people having a picnic in the park?” You think of a lot of things you might call it, but he’s smiling at you so sweetly that you just agree. 

He opens a grimoire across your laps and settles a hand behind you to lean over it. “This was my first real spellbook. I thought it might be a good place to start.” 

You realize as he talks that he isn’t just teaching you - he’s sharing something he’s never shared with anyone else. It makes you feel special, which must have shown in your face when he looks over at you because whatever he sees there makes him smile widely.

“We should do this more often,” he says, and before you can reply, his lips brush lightly against your cheek in a gentle kiss. 

With your heart beating so hard you’re sure he must hear it, you say, “Yeah. We should.” His fingers curl around yours, linking the two of you as you look up at the Devildom sky. 

Gossip Girl

You take Simeon up on an offered afternoon of looking at forbidden photo albums of the brothers from their celestial days. He promises to dish on the best stories, provided you never let on that you know about any of it. 

The two of you meet at Purgatory Hall in one of the unused rooms. It feels a little odd to be alone with the gorgeous angel, especially like this. One kiss away from an illicit affair. But you soon feel comfortable as Simeon settles next to you, flipping through pictures of Lucy, Mammon, Beel, and the others in their childhood and younger years. 

“Once, Lucy tried to make Michael happy by baking him a poppy-seed cake. But he used baking soda instead of powder . . .” Simeon’s eyes crinkle with laughter. “It came out more like a poppyseed brick. Lucy was so mad he threw it - right through the Metatron’s study window.” 

You giggle, imagining a furious Lucifer. 

“You have such a nice laugh,” Simeon says, looking at you from the corner of his eye. “I’d like to hear it more often.” 

“Th-thanks,” you stutter. Taking compliments has never been your strength. He turns his head to face you. 

“Did I make you blush just now?” He tucks a bit of hair behind your ear. “I didn’t mean to.” 

You nod, blushing even more furiously. 

“You don’t have to be shy around me. But . . . can I admit something to you?”

“Sure?” 

“I like that I can make you blush.” His fingers brush across your lips. “I’d like . . .” He stops himself and his hand drops away. 

“I’d like that too,” you say, unwilling to let the moment escape. You lean forward and give him a quick kiss. Now it’s his turn to blush.

The Incident

“No one must ever hear of this,” Luke tells you sternly. As sternly as he can, looking up at you and waving one little hand. 

“I swear to tell no one,” you promise. 

The two of you stand in the middle of a kitchen. At least, there’s a kitchen somewhere under the clumps of batter, berry jam, and soft butter. The results of Luke trying out spellcraft on his baking. 

It was *supposed* to be mystical muffins - a breakfast food that actually makes you look forward to the day. But it turned the mix into a growing, bubbling mass that eventually burst. Which is when Luke texted you to come over. The two of you set to cleaning it up. 

It takes hours to scoop, wipe, rinse, and dry everything in the room. You’re in the middle of a final wipedown on the cabinets when you realize Luke hasn’t said a word for awhile now. 

You turn and see the little guy with his head on his arm, a rag in hand. His eyes are closed and a light snore whistles from his nose. He’s so cute. Like a puppy. He can’t sleep on the floor though. 

You finish wiping and set down the cloth, then go to wake him up. 

He mumbles and rolls over, but his eyes stay shut. Finally, you decide to heft him up and carry him to his room. He’s a bit heavy, but you manage to lift him. His head settles on your shoulder and his arms wrap around your neck. 

He smells like warm milk and cinnamon, you think. And he is so soft, like a fluffy little poodle. You carry him to his room and lay him down. He doesn’t stir as you pull off his shoes and tuck him in. 

“Sweet dreams, little baker,” you tell him. He smiles.

[sasa-gay-yo]

Just Us (Chapter Nine: Intimate)

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“You’ve improved since I left. Who did you practice with?” He sat on the couch as I showed him the techniques he had taught me a few weeks ago. I wasn’t going to tell him that I wanted it to be perfect for him so I practiced it whenever I could, but I just wanted to be approved by Humanity’s Strongest. He wasn’t the type to baby me and tell me I was good when it wasn’t. On the first few days, he would push me on the couch easily, making sure to mind my ribs. 

“You just need to touch me with the knife. Is it that hard?” 

I probably gained more bruises from the couch than I did from my attackers. If it was anyone normal, I’d probably be able to fend them off, but I guess that wasn’t enough for Levi as he wanted to make sure I could hold my own against someone actually trained to fight. I’d tell him that it wasn’t fair. He had years of experience on any soldier, but he didn’t take my complaint at all. He’d just use that to play with me. I discovered that his version of my teasing was getting me riled up with his insults. 

“I just did it in my kitchen when I took breaks and came back from giving the refugee’s bread. Why? How good am I?” I smiled at him and he smirked, head in the resting on his knee. I knew an insult was going to come in a few seconds. 

“You could probably knock a few first year cadets on the ground. Mostly teenagers half your age.” I glared down at him and put the knife down on my coffee table. 

“Well, I don’t think anyone who’s attacking me in the streets of Trost is going to have the skills of a cadet.” He shrugged and sat back on the couch, his face contracting back to normal. He looked up at the wall and I stood there waiting for him to say something back. I knew there was something wrong when he didn’t give any form of witty reply. It had to be about the meetings in the capital. 

I sat down on my chair, taking the fresh cup of tea I had made. Another reason I knew something was up with Levi is because he hadn’t drank his tea yet. It had been an hour, too. He was even the one to bring back the tea from the capital and I assumed he was excited to drink it, but there sat the cup, untouched. I decided to slide into the topic lightly. 

“How was the capital?” He looked back down at me and switched the leg he had crossed. 

“Boring. We were stuck in long meetings where they didn’t even ask our opinions on the matter. However, that’s usually how it goes.” I nodded and almost frowned at the lack of information he had given me. I’d have to pry it out of him if that was even possible.

“Does Erwin not speak up? He seems to be the type to advocate.” Levi huffed once in laughter and I knew I was wrong. 

“It’s Erwin’s strategy to play diligently to the Royal Government. One day when he needs something, it will be easy to pry it out of their hands if they only have a light grip on him. People generally like him because he is so agreeable.” I set my tea down and lifted my legs to sit criss-crossed in my chair. 

“I’ve never met Erwin, but from what you say about him, I think I know his personality well.” He shook his head and looked back up at the ceiling. 

“You’ll never know Erwin. He’s one of the best strategists I’ve met, but you have no idea what he’s thinking until he says it. It doesn’t help he speaks so cryptically either… when he speaks up.” I rested my head in my hand and knew that this subtle look into Erwin’s personality was mostly from Levi’s frustration. Something happened in the capital that made Levi want to slightly criticize him. I decided I would stop beating around the bush because if I played this way, Levi could easily keep deflecting for hours. It was also no good to just have him sit here for hours and let his frustrations take root in his mind. 

“What happened in the capital?” His eyes snapped to me again, quick to deny anything.

“Nothing. Just meetings. I told you that.” He was lying and the shortness of his answers gave it away.

“I don’t believe that.” He let out a sigh and rested his head in both his hands.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he sighed in frustration. That was the true emotion he was hiding. We were finally getting somewhere.

“If you talk it out with a third party, you might feel better. I know nothing about how the military functions, but-” 

“I can’t tell you. It’s classified.” Oh. I never thought about that possibility until now. I might have made him more frustrated by trying to get him to talk about it when he strictly couldn’t. Levi wasn’t going to break the rules that easily.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said softly. He didn’t look up, just rolled his head a bit more in his hands, back and forth. It was swallowing him up inside and I just made it worse. Now, I felt awful for doubling the emotion he had to deal with. 

“It’s okay. You didn’t know, Eva.” No, it wasn’t okay. I was scrambling, trying to think of something to make him feel better. If tea wasn’t going to work, then what was? 

I shot up from my chair, looking down at him. His head was still in his hands like he was thinking over and over about the thing I made him think about. He wasn’t supposed to be thinking this hard about work when he was with me. 

When I sat down next to him, he just glanced over to me for a few seconds trying to guess what I was doing. I honestly didn’t know what I was doing or if it would work on him, but I knew what I liked when I got frustrated like this. It was a gamble, but he’d probably go along with it.

“You don’t have to talk about specifically what’s making you frustrated, but I think it’s good to let it out before it eats you up inside. It’ll make you sick if you keep thinking about it.” He didn’t move. 

“It’ll make me sick regardless of if I talk or not.” I decided to put my plan in action and I grabbed his wrists, pulling them towards his right where I sat. He let me move them, but his whole body stayed put. 

“W-what are you d-doing?” I didn’t let go of his wrists. 

“Something I like people to do when I’m frustrated. Will you let me?” He took a deep breath thinking it over, probably having no idea what I was going to do, and took one sharp nod. I smiled and pulled him softly so his head was on my lap and he was looking up at me on his back. He seemed confused. 

“I thought you only did this in your sleep?” 

“I do it whenever I want to. Especially when I’m anxious or frustrated. Have you done this with anyone before?” He didn’t answer, but he did close his eyes probably trying to get comfortable. I laid back against the couch cushion more and admired his face. It was still stiff with frustration, but it made me happy he stayed laying there. I was going to take another risk since this one paid off so well. 

When I put my hand in his hair, his eyes shot open. That was something someone had definitely not done before. I tried to softly massage his scalp with each pass of my hand, getting him to relax further. We stayed like that for a while, just looking at each other, my hand running through his hair nonchalantly. I think he was still trying to decide if he liked it or not. Sometimes I would twist his hair between my fingers, looking for a reaction, but there was none. He just stared at me with those ever intense eyes. 

“You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. I’m just trying to comfort you and make you feel better.” He nodded and that might have been my indication that he was fine with what I was doing. He closed his eyes, letting his guard down, finally, and that’s when it was confirmed he was okay with this. My heart did a little flip and rejoiced in the fact that this mission was a success. He did, in fact, like other humans touch… maybe only mine, but I could easily deal with that. What could I do next? 

“Erwin accepted something that’s incredibly wrong. He stood there like the dutiful servant to the government he is and accepted something awful they pushed on the Scouts. I refused, but was overridden by him and the other sectors of the military. The fact that we’re going to do something like that and be held accountable… I hate it, but I can’t change it.” I couldn’t lie, I wanted to know what it was so I could give my opinion, and maybe make Levi feel better if someone agreed with him. However, I couldn’t be selfish like that in this situation.

“If you don’t do it, will the outcome be worse?” He shrugged.

“Can’t say. Probably. But, it’s not morally sound what we’re going to do.” I could tell he was holding back, probably wanting to lash out at his superiors. He had to hold it in this long, so what else was he holding inside that brain of his? 

“You know you can say what you want here. I’m not going to tell anyone and there’s no one else here. Just us.” I reached down and held his cheek in my hand. He kept his eyes closed, turning his head towards it, almost nuzzling into my touch. I was surprised at his reaction to my touch. 

“I don’t want to fucking do it, but I have to. I have to lead these people to their deaths.” The last sentence was quiet and he let out a long, painful breath after he ended. I wondered if they were going to make the Scouts take back Wall Maria. Whatever they were going to do, it was going to lay heavy on Levi’s conscious and add to the heavy load he was already carrying. 

He grabbed the hand that was on his cheek, just holding it there. He had opened his eyes too. 

“I can tell you what it is, but I don’t want you to be burdened with the truth. I can’t let you feel the way I feel right now. It’ll be too much for you to handle.” I just nodded in understanding and he turned his head back to look up at me. 

“I like this. Cuddling or whatever. It has it’s calming effects.” I beamed down at him, happy that my plan worked. I may not have actually helped him in the long run, but it made him feel better in the present. If only I could find out how to lighten the load more. 

“I’m glad you like it. There’s many more ways to do it if you’d like to try those.” He laughed a bit.

“I’m not that dumb. I know how to do it, I’m just not inclined to seek out human touch.” He sat up and stared at me for a second, “I want to do something though.” He sat there waiting for me to answer. 

“O-oh, uh, okay, yes. You can. You don’t always have to ask.” He lifted his arm closest to me, holding it there. It seemed to take him a few more moments to gather the confidence before grabbing my head and almost shoving it into his chest. His other arm went behind me to support the position. I was basically just leaning on his body sideways. I don’t know why I blushed so hard because of it. I’ve been in this position with Jonas and a lot of other people too. Maybe it was because Levi initiated it and I could hear his heart running a million meters a minute. He put his other hand on my hair, petting it. 

“I-Is this o-okay?” He was stuttering again, looking down at me. I knew he was blushing again too. It was funny. Two grown adults were getting heart attacks from holding each other. For Levi, it was excusable. This was his first time holding someone like this. This was probably his first time acting on his feelings for someone too. For me, I’ve had a relationship before and am a naturally touchy person. There was no reason to be this… giddy when Levi held me than it being Levi. That could be why. He was never like this with anyone but me. That makes it more special. 

“In a few minutes, it might not be, but I’m fine now.” He nodded and was just looking down at me. In this position, I couldn’t look anywhere by to my left outside the window. I felt his eyes on me still.

“It’s your turn to have your brain picked,” he stated and I noted how his chest vibrated with his deep voice. I pressed my ear in closer.

“About?” He took his hand off my head and lifted my hand up to his face. I had ran out of the lotion he had given me, but he made sure to buy two as he just returned from Mitras. This hiatus had made them dry again. 

“The Underground girl with burned hands and the old man that had faith in her.” I laughed once and he place my hand back on my lap. 

“How long have you been wanting to ask me about that?” 

“Since you said it, but I assumed it would be off limits. Now that you told me I could say anything, I’d extend the same to you.” I smiled. Such restraint he had. 

“Only if you promise to tell me about your life in the Underground soon.” He didn’t even take time to think before nodding. He really wanted to know about me… that was nice and different. Most people wanted me to hide the fact I was from the Underground. It makes sense that he would want to know. I wonder if he wanted to compare our experiences about the same world we grew up in.

“I was born in the Underground to some woman I don’t know. My father, I’ve only seen once, but he gave me up to my Aunt. I have no idea what he does or where he is now, and I don’t really care about it either. My Aunt didn’t really like me either, I was an inconvenience, so she sent me to an orphanage a few years after she got me. That’s the closest I had to a family in the Underground. You know no one adopts orphans there, so we all knew we’d be there for the long run, and formed a little pack.” He shifted so he could look me in the eyes as I told my story. 

“What orphanage?” I shrugged my shoulders. My time in the Underground was still filled with holes or trauma that my child brain couldn’t understand. Slowly, I would gain back my memory through dreams or sensations, but there were still a lot of pieces missing.

“It was attached to a church, but I couldn’t tell you the name. If we ever went back, I could point it out to you.” He nodded and looked up like he was thinking of the vague place I told him. We would never be going back.

“I got into a group with the older girls and we would sneak out at night. Little did I know they were in an actual street gang, but I guess most everyone there was. One night these girls didn’t come back. I was sick, so I was in the infirmary when they left, but when I went back to the normal room, they weren’t there anymore. I stayed up night after night, hoping they would sneak back in, but they never did. I was probably ten at this point and I snuck out to go find them since that was my family. I knew where the gang was located so I stupidly went to ask them. That’s the first time I was beaten up. They were probably fourteen or fifteen. After that, I felt lost I guess. No one guides you in the orphanage, the people who were like family to me disappeared, my real family was gone, and so I would just keep going out at night alone, just trying to find some sensation.” He shook his head. 

“You kept getting beaten up at night and you never thought to learn how to protect yourself?” It wasn’t like he was judging me, but it was more of a slight insult. He knew how it was in the Underground and he knew how stupid I was. He was also probably surprised at my decision to the problem everyone in the Underground faces: Eat or be eaten. I chose the latter.

“Maybe I wanted to get beat up for something to do. To feel something. You know how they talk about Underground teens. Once they get older, they start to realize the actual trauma that happened in their lives. I was definitely abused by my Aunt and her kids, but I was so young it took me too long to realize it to be able to process it correctly. Then, about that time you also try to go up to the surface for the first time and get beat up by the MPs guarding the openings. You think, well if no one in the Underground wants me because I’m an orphan, and no one wants to let me up above, then what am I even doing here in this world? Why did I get dropped in this shitty place? I wasn’t gang material either, as you can clearly tell, so I just wandered like the rest with no goal. I was even called the orphanage’s problem child. They’d kick me out once I got of age if I didn’t change, that was their warning to me sneaking out and coming back with cuts and bruises.” He snorted at that, probably finding it hilarious that that’s how I used to be. Compared to my attitude now, no one would have believed that I’d lost hope in life at such a young age.

 “One day, I wandered into the wrong place and some gangster thought it would be fun to dip my hands into an oil can fire. I probably laid in that alleyway for a good few days, just withering in pain and watching my skin fall off. With no sun or moon to indicate the time, the says just blurred together. I realized that this is probably what happened to the other girls at the orphanage and so I accepted that as my fate too. It’s not like I had anyone who would miss me. That’s when this old man came up to me and gave me some water. He wrapped my hands up in his jacket and without a word, he took me up to the surface. Of course I followed. He was the first person to show me any type of regard and he fed me and gave me a dress. I never had clothes of my own, just hand-me-downs. That person was Mr. Flynn and he seemed to have a reputation of saving kids from the Underground. I can’t tell you why he chose me or why he did what he did, but I never left his side after that. You find someone who finally cares about you and you want to stay next to them forever. You’re afraid of what will happen if they ever abandon you like the others did.” He nodded, probably knowing exactly what I was talking about. I wondered if he had any friends or people in the Underground he was attached to in that way.

“Where are the other children he saved?” I stood up and went over to the bookshelf where I kept all the portraits. I handed him the drawing of all five of us and pointed out the people while sitting back down. This was the last year-end we had together, and we knew that Mr. Flynn would soon pass away, so we decided to pay for a proper portrait for all of us to have. It was our gift to Mr. Flynn. 

“I was the last and the youngest. He was getting way too old to go up and down and take care of the café all at once. This is Mr. Flynn and I. This man here is the first person Mr. Flynn saved. It’s Jonas’s father, Benjamin. I never lived with him, but he’s the nicest and still treats me like his little sister. Jonas thinks it’s kind of weird,” I moved my finger over to the tall, blonde woman with thinner eyes, “This woman is Catrin and she left a year-and-a-half after I came. She was nice and the only other girl, so we bonded as much as we could. She lives in Stohess now with her husband. You can see, she’s pregnant in this picture. They have a daughter named Kati,” I pointed, lastly, to the person who was sitting next to me in the picture, “Next is Duran. He joined the MPs a while back, but I haven’t seen him since this picture. He’s only a year older than me, but the least liked by all of us. He’s kind of stuck up and was a tattletale… probably why he joined the MPs. He tried to follow me around and get me in trouble with Mr. Flynn.” Levi surveyed the drawing, laughing lightly, probably seeing if he recognized anyone in it. I’m sure he’d probably met Duran at least once in his time at the capital. If Levi went to cadet training, he would have been in the same class. 

“Did Mr. Flynn’s name start with an A?” I smiled and nodded. He was a nice old man, but a very, very plain one.

“He wasn’t a very creative man. When he gave us a new name, he’d only think about it for a few minutes. Catrin helped name me.” He quickly looked back up to me, a bit of mystery filling his eyes. 

“Then what’s your real name?” He smirked down at him in response. This could be a fun game to play.

“You’ll never know.” He let out a groan of protest. 

“You can’t just hid-” I cut him off as I sat back down and put my head back on his chest. I placed the picture in his lap as I was still talking about everyone.

“Anyways, this was the last time we ever got together as a big group. We use to do it for year end to exchange gifts, but after Mr. Flynn died, I said I’d take over the café and none of them came back. It wasn’t there favorite thing growing up, forced to work at the café, but I loved it. This was about three years ago now. I’ve visited Catrin twice to see my niece and I see Ben a lot. I don’t care for Duran, especially with that stick shoved up his ass. Sinc us two came from the roughest situations, we used to fight and get kicked out of the bakery for a day because Mr. Flynn couldn’t handle us and our pent up trauma.” He put the drawing down and leaned back on the couch again, giving me more room to lean against him. 

“You seem to be to carry on Mr. Flynn’s legacy. Taking in little kids with desperate or bad situations. Elias, June, whoever that refugee boy is...” 

“That’s nice of you to say. I was the one who was attached to Mr. Flynn the most, so it makes sense for me to want to do things like that. Take on the bakery, help the kids... He taught me how nice the world can be, too, not just cruel and lonely. I just want to show that to others I guess.” He put his arm around me again, this time without hesitation. We were back to our original position. 

“Did you ever learn why he saved all of you?” I shook my head and closed my eyes. This scene was practically the perfect domestic dream. Here I was on my couch, cuddling up to Captain Levi, talking of random things about my family. It was actually better than I dreamed it up to be. If only I had a drawing of this moment. 

“It probably had to do with his wife dying before they could have kids. He found Ben wandering the streets alone a few months after Mrs. Flynn died. I guess maybe he just made a habit of it. Catlin was found in a brothel and Duran on the streets in the Underground like I was. I was the only one permanently injured apparently.” He took my hand in his, flipping it over to look at the front and back. I never thought he could be so… intimate like this. 

“How did he die?” 

“Old age. It was his time to go when he did. He was almost ninety-five. I was a wreck when he died. I think I cried for three days straight and had to stay with Ben because he’s the most like Mr. Flynn. No one but Ben could calm me down. It was nice though, the weeks after random people would just come into the café and share stories about him. He was a troublemaker when he was young. Perhaps that’s what drew him to Duran and I.” He squeezed my hand when he saw my sad look at the frame. I guess he was a fast learner on comforting people.

“To think you were a troublemaker… I guess it fits your personality.” I turned to look at him. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“You don’t think I heard the countless comments about my height you made to Jonas the first time I met you? That table isn’t far away from your counter. Insulting a military captain can get you in trouble.” I put a hand over my mouth and started to laugh. 

“Why didn’t you report me then? Too shocked someone would say things like that so close to you?”

“I guess I should’ve known then that you like to run your mouth. If you were one of my cadets, I’d have you running laps everyday for disrespecting your officers.” I pulled a disgusted face and shook my head. 

“Absolutely not. Even practicing this knife stuff has me winded. Don’t get me wrong, I’m kinda strong. I can lift those big bags of flour and…” I paused, thinking of what else I could do. 

“And?” He pressed. 

“There’s just too many things I can do. I can’t list all of them.” He rolled his eyes and shifted again, this time pulling my legs over his so our bodies were perpendicular. My back leaned on the arm of the couch, but his arm was also there to support me. 

“Starting tomorrow morning, I’m going to be gone for a while,” he looked down at me, suddenly more serious than before. I frowned, noting he had just gotten back from the capital this morning, but I knew I couldn’t be that selfish with our time. 

“How long?” He shrugged and lifted his hand to play with my hair just like I did to him. He was back to comfort mode once he had dropped this news to me.  

“I’m training the cadets for the maneuver we’re doing at the start of the year and there are more meetings here and in the capital. I also have some things I have to do for Erwin. It’s hard to say but three months minimum is my estimate.” My frown didn’t leave by face, but I sighed and nodded. No one had predicted that Wall Maria would fall, so there’s no way to control the volume of work the Scouts have. Especially Captain of the Scouts. 

“Can you at least wake me up when you leave tomorrow? I’ll say goodbye to you.” He nodded and I rested my head on his shoulder.  

“I’m sorry, I should have told you about it when I got here. Then I might have spared you the feelings you’re having right now.” My face went into a confused look and I didn’t look up at him. I was trying to think through what he meant by that. Was he referring to the sadness I was feeling about him being gone for so long? 

“Feeling what?”

“You know, whatever this is. Sitting here, holding each other; the feeling of being close. Now, you’ll have to wait months to feel it again because I’ll be gone.” I sensed that he was voicing his own feelings now, but I didn’t press him about it. 

“It’s called intimacy. The feeling of being close and wanting to be close to another person. And yes, I’ll miss it, but that doesn’t mean I can’t savor it now. It will make me want it more when you come back, too.” 

“I… I have that feeling as well.” I reached up and put a hand on his cheek, pulling him to look at me. 

“I’m glad you’re sharing your feelings with me now. I don’t have to guess anymore.” He glanced down at my lips once and on the inside I almost screamed. Was he going to do it? 

I had concluded that he had never been kissed in that manner before, if ever, and that’s why he was so confused and shocked the first time I did it. He didn’t know what to say or think and it short circuited his brain. Sleeping in the same bed together probably would end in the same result if I forced it on him. So, I silently vowed to myself that anything that intimate, I’d let him initiate it. That would let me know right away if he was comfortable or not, at least this early on. Once I knew what he was comfortable and uncomfortable with emotion and feeling wise, then it would be easier to read what he wants or needs in a situation. This cuddling was a huge gamble, but it seemed to pay off. 

He looked back up at me and closed his eyes. He didn’t move forward any and I just sat there in wait. 

“I want to do it, but I think if I did it now, it would be harder to leave. I can’t be thinking things like that when I’m training Scouts to fight titans.” Understandable, but, ugh, if I hadn’t taken that vow I would have leaned in by now. Longing for something you’ve already experienced is better than not having it at all. That was my conclusion. 

“I don’t agree, but I guess I understand you.” He pulled my head in and rested my chin on his shoulder. His arms slowly went around me and I realized he was hugging me, one arm on my waist, the other holding my head. I wrapped my hands around his torso a few seconds after, closing my eyes and taking in his scent so I wouldn’t forget it. 

“You should give me this shirt so I have something to remember you by. If you’re going to be gone for so long, I might just forget you.” He snorted and pulled me back so he could look at me in annoyance. 

“Why would I give you my shirt? I don’t have another one. And, you didn’t forget me the last three… where are you going?” I hopped up and went into my room, digging around the the only set of drawers I had. I recently washed it so it had to be folded in here somewhere.

“Ah, ha!” I yelled and walked out of my room with the shirt in my hands. I threw it at him and he caught it, unfolding it. His face looked even more annoyed once he realized what he was holding. 

“You can have that one back. Now give me,” I said holding out my hands to him. He sighed and stood up, turning his back to me, before unbuttoning and taking off his shirt. Well… he didn’t have to turn around. Annoying. 

“You can see that when I get back since you look so sad.” My eyes went wide and I didn’t know he was looking at me. Damnit, he got a blush point. When did he get so confident? I’d have to think of something to say back. I couldn’t let him win. Before I could, he tossed the button up over my head. I pulled it off, glaring at him playfully. 

“Hm, it’s not big enough to sleep in, so I guess I’ll just have to wear in to work. Hopefully, it doesn't get dirty.” He clenched his jaw. 

“Where’s my gift? I’ve been so generous with you, giving you the clothes off my back... That portrait,” he pointed to a portrait that Mr. Flynn had drawn of me by a street vendor, “I want it.” The drawing was me, at the age of twelve, fresh out of the Underground. I looked annoyed and my hair was a mess, and I remember it was around the time Mr. Flynn was trying to teach me to like being above ground. Obviously, by the annoyed look on my face, I wasn’t enjoying standing there waiting for someone to draw me. It was an ugly drawing and he had no business wanting it. 

“Absolutely not. Pick something else.”

“No, I want that. It’s not a big request. I want you with me.” I rolled my eyes at him and I knew the only reason he wanted it now was to annoy me. I couldn’t let it happen. 

“You said you couldn’t even carry money with you. How are you supposed to fold that up and take it with?” He shrugged and advanced towards it. I put myself in between him and the drawing. 

“I’ll manage. Maybe, I’ll put it on my desk so I can look at it every day.” I glared at him again and even he couldn’t hide that evil laugh of his. I had to think of some way to redirect him. I looked around and saw his cape hanging by the door. Perfect. 

“Well, if you want me to be with you all the time, then here,” I walked over and grabbed his cape, and now it was his turn to be cautious of what I was doing. 

“What are you doing with my cape?” I walked to the kitchen and pulled out the thread from the junk drawer, going to work. The thread was black, so it wouldn’t be very noticeable on the dark green of the cape. It was a quick four stitches before he could walk over and try to grab it from me. I tied off the knot and handed it back to him. 

“It’s what we used to do to our clothes to make sure no one stole them. We claimed them as ours.” He picked up the bottom edge of the cape and looked at the letter. 

“This isn’t your cape.” I leaned over the edge of the kitchen island and smirked up at him. 

“No, but you’re mine. So I’m just marking that.” He scoffed, but kept looking at the tiny letter. It wasn’t noticeable at all unless you knew what you were looking for it, “Now you can’t get rid of that cape. You have to keep it forever.”

“M?” My smirk got wider and I had just given him a tiny in on my biggest secret. 

“The first letter of my real name.” 

Chapter Ten →

Chapter Masterlist

xx Just a little fluff and plot devices

[majolishious]

I feel like my previous request was consumed, but I'm gonna do a completely different one this time. What if MC likes having the demon boi she's dating to have his head in her lap so she can softly stroke their hair (and if she has long hair they might play with it a little)?

If you think it was eaten, just shoot me another ask of what it was and I’ll let you know! Regardless, I hope you enjoy these!

【Lucifer】

After a long day, there is no better way to end it than allowing himself to let his guard down, and lay his head in your lap. You told him you rather enjoyed it and wanted him to do so, and after a day of dealing with Diavolo and his shenanigans, Lucifer by no means had any interest in resisting the comfort of your lap. He liked to be on his back when resting on your thighs, being able to look up at you while lightly caressing your cheek with one hand - his other resting on his chest, while one of your hands strokes his thick dark hair, the other resting on Lucifer’s free hand.

Lucifer may be hesitant at first to play with your long hair, but he certainly enjoys brushing it; remembering a time where he used to sit with Lilith and brush her hair, while the latter chirped about her day. He’s always incredibly gentle with your hair, doing his best not to accidentally catch on any knots he may have missed.

【Mammon】

He’s your lap dog, and loves to bury his face in your thighs, mumbling about something Lucifer did or how mean he brothers were. As soon as you begin to lightly stroke and ruffle up his hair, he starts to melt, and relaxes more while turning onto his side. You can feel his body grow limp on your lap as he starts to fall asleep. You can now no longer move, and have been resigned to your fate.

If you have long hair, Mammon would love to play with it. As a model, he does actually know a thing or two about styling people’s hair, but he’s no where near as gentle as Lucifer when given a brush. When playing normally with your hair, he will give himself a moustache with it.

【Leviathan】

He honestly loves to rest on your lap while plays a relaxing game, or simply feels exhausted since he finds himself falling asleep rather quickly when snuggled up on your lap. He sometimes jolts when you first touch his hair, but quickly melts away and relaxes while you lightly stroke his soft hair.

Levi would be awkward about touching your hair, even after you tell him and reassure him that it’s okay, he just worries he’ll mess it up somehow. He would eventually grow more confident to simply touch your hair, just to feel how soft it is.

【Satan】

Like the cat he is, he tends to invite himself to curl up on your lap with a book, even more so when you told him you liked it and we’re more than happy to be his pillow while he reads. Sometimes he reads aloud to you, especially when you stroke his hair or massage his scalp. He unwinds rather quickly this way too, and calms down if he’s angry.

He would be rather interested in your long hair. It looks like it takes a lot of work, so he’d love to brush it, providing of course you read to him while he does so, or simply hold the book for him to read, occasionally flipping the pages when he asks.

【Asmodeus】

He practically dives onto your lap at any given moment, and demands your attention and affection. He honestly loves it when you stroke his hair too, but he reminds you to take care not to mess his style up.

Asmo would be personally offended if you didn’t allow him to play with and style your hair. He’s incredibly gentle with it too, and showers it in compliments while styling.

【Beelzebub】

He forgets he can use your lap as a pillow until you invite him to rest his head there, but you will have to wait while he grabs some snacks. As soon as he puts his head down and begins to munch, you begin to stroke his hair, which he doesn’t seem to mind, and actually rather enjoys.

He never thought about playing with your hair until he brushed a strand or two out of your face, but you seemed to melt at his hand touching your hair, leaning in to give him the hint that you wanted more, and he was happy to provide by stroking and playing with your hair like you did his, and he only thought about gnawing on it once or twice due to the fruity scent it gave off.

【Belphegor】

Like Asmo, he often dives into your lap. Sometimes he places his pillow there first, other times not. He’s content resting on your lap either way, especially since he’ll be asleep within a few minutes, even faster once you begin to lightly stroke his soft and messy hair.

Belphie loves to play with you hair should you allow him. Like Lucifer, he remembers back when he used to play with and brush Lilith’s hair for her from time-to-time. He has a soft touch when it comes to your hair, and it usually ends with him burying his face in it.

[anxx-arrt]

Can I have a hc, where is f!MC overprotective of Mammon from brothers and give him proper attention and respect:"You are not stupid. You're deserve love. I love you". Also she would pamper her little bean with head pats and scalp massage. I'm so weak for him. Sry for bad English!

Awww this is super cuteeee!! Don’t worry English is a hard language!! I hope I did okay ^0^!!

Btw my asks are open if y’all want me to do do more hcs or stuff like this!! Nsfw or Sfw!! Okay enjoy!!

Protective over Mammon (F!MC)

It was quite a normal activity for the brothers to throw insults at each other, but Mammon always ended up being the butt of the joke. His brothers always ended their little feuding with all agreeing they he was ‘scum’ or a ‘money grubbing asshole’. Even though he was of higher authority because he was the second eldest, his younger brothers always would take turns taking jabs at him. Mammon was able to laugh it off and just deal with it because it had been going on for longer then he could remember. He didn’t expect it to stop or anyone to stick up for him. That was until she came along.

MC showed up to Devildom as part of the exchange program and she was put into Mammon’s care. Their interactions at first were awkward, but she was quick to grow on Mammon. To put it better, he was infatuated with her, but he would never admit it. Months passed with MC living with the brothers and she had gotten used to their fruitless fights. She never liked them, because they would target Mammon, but she kept quiet most of the time. Today was different though. She was sitting in one of the lounge rooms of the House of Lamentation with Mammon seated beside her on the couch. His head on her shoulder as he rambled about his next money ploy. “Think about it MC, baby! We’d be swimmin’ in Grimm!” He moves his hands in the air and she giggled. MC’s laugh slowly began to stop as she felt another presence in the room, no it was more like six of them. “And how are you supposed to get that money?” Lucifer spoke up from behind, putting his hand on Mammon’s shoulder. She felt Mammon flinch and looked to see the color drain from his face. The others soon showed up too. “Aye, Luci, I wasn’t planning on takin’ a thing! Me and MC were gonna work and put the money together is all!” There’s a collective disbelieving hum among the brothers. “And what’s with you getting MC all to yourself,” Belphie hopped over the couch and planted himself on the other side of her, “She’s ours too.” MC looks around, used to seeing the brothers gang up on him, but never at this magnitude. She felt a spark of anger within her. “Ughhhhh, Mammon you’re such scum!! You don’t pay me back and you keep MC all to yourself. You can’t get more greedy then that!” Levi muttered from behind a screen. “You are talkin’ to the Avatar of Greed.” Mammon scoffed and got up from the couch to face his brothers. The insult fight began between the brothers being tossed to one another. MC didn’t know what to do, she had never seen such aggression between siblings. Even with her family, things were never this crazy. Her gaze dashed around the room before it fell back upon Mammon. Under his sunglasses she could see the glisten of tears welling up in his eyes. He was honestly embarrassed to be seen by MC getting so down talked by his brothers. He always put up the persona of ‘The Great Mammon,’ but it was crumbling. She could see this and the anger that sparked within her grew to a flame. She got up and swiftly stood before him as if she was shielding him from an attack. “Stop it! Stop it won’t you?” She demanded, angrily staring down the brothers. “I get it that siblings fight sometimes but this... this is over something so trivial!” “Now MC-“ Lucifer began, but she was quick to cut him off. “No, Lucifer! This is ridiculous, I can’t take it anymore. Go away!” She was screaming, her face even a bit pink. The others have never seen MC this angry and to avoid further conflict with her they just left. She sighs loudly and before she can turn to Mammon he’s already clinging to her with his face hidden in her neck. “Mammon?” She speaks softly and holds his hands, guiding him to the couch to sit with her. When he finally looks at her, she can see his wet face and little pout. He wipes his nose with his sleeve and adverts his eyes as he sniffled. “Ya... Y-Ya didn’t have to stick up for me, ya know? I’m the great Mammon, I don’t need some human defending me. I’m just stupid like they said.” MC frowns and grabs his face, making him look at her. “You are not stupid. You deserve all the love you can get, and I love you.” She watches his face go red, but she continues. “What your brothers said is stupid. Not you. They don’t know the you I know. You are so smart, talented, and handsome and I can’t tell you enough how much I love you!” She let’s go of his face and he’s quick to pounce on her, pressing his face into her chest. “Oh MC!!!” She smiled and ran her fingers through his hair and patted his head. “Ya big goofball...” She lovingly pressed a little kiss to the top of his head as she continued to play with his hair till his tears were gone and he was purring. “I love you too, MC...”

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Thank you again hehe :,)

[ayatosmlktea]

Ahhh may I ask for Levi having a real shitty day and he comes back ot his rooms and just cuddles with his s/os baby bump while his s/o plays with his hair? I'm a sucker for Levi being fluffy with his kids and pregnant s/o

A/N: aren’t we all suckers for Levi with kids…this man deserves to be happy!

𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚 𝑩𝒖𝒎𝒑 ❤️

Levi didn’t hold his breath as he inspected his squads cleaning, he knew it was going to suck he just hadn’t expected them to start slacking off as much as they were now. By this point his day had already gone so terribly wrong that he didn’t have it in him to yell at them for their shitty work and to them that was scarier.

“Do it again and if I come back and find a speck of dust anywhere I’ll have you all running laps until you vomit.” Not sparing them a second glance he exists the room rubbing the space in between his eyes trying to will his headache away. Lately everything just seemed to be going wrong, too many people needed his attention, the brats were making far too many mistakes and it was starting to annoy him. He’d barely seen Y/N the last few days, by the time he got back to their room at night she was usually fast asleep. Not that he held it against her, Levi wanted her to get as much rest as possible for their baby.

Deciding to take a few hours for himself Levi retreats to his office hoping he could get in some quality time with his wife. He opens the door to find her sitting in front of the fireplace, a ball of yarn sitting on top of her swollen stomach and her face the epitome of concentration as she tries to loop the yarn through the needle.

His presence immediately grabs her attention flashing him a tired smile.

“Honestly Levi I don’t know how people do this. I don’t think I’m cut out for knitting.” Her soft giggle is like music to his ears the mere sight of her enough to ease the tension in his skull.

Toeing off his boots he settles himself on the couch with his head on her lap his hand coming up to stroke her belly. His actions were met with a tiny kick making him smile. Putting down her knitting needles Y/N cards her hand through his hair, her fingertips massaging his scalp with the right amount of pleasure to make him sigh in content.

“Bad day huh?” Humming in acknowledgement his eyes slowly close as she continues to work her way down his head to the back of his neck. He didn’t want to think about what problems were waiting for him outside his office, right now he just wanted to enjoy her presence. The warmth of the fire against his back and her constant kneading of his scalp was blissful. His calloused hands slipping under her shirt to stroke her warm skin, another tiny kick meeting his palm.

“Someone’s happy you’re here” God did he love the sound of her voice. Always so soothing, it was a nice change from Hanji’s animated ramblings.

“Listen brat, you better not give your mom too much trouble in there.” Another kick this one a bit harder than the others.

“You know I think he enjoys when you talk to him more than I do.” Y/N laughs rubbing the spot where she had been kicked.

“How do you know it’s a he?” He moves his head back to make contact with her e/c orbs.

“Just a feeling.” Her smile making him fall even more in love with than he already was. “That and with the amount of times I’ve been used as a punching bag I’d be surprised if it wasn’t a boy!” Levi chuckles placing a trail of kisses along her skin. Y/N could always turn his bad days around and soon he was going to have a little brat to complete their family. It was everything he ever wanted and something he had decided long ago he didn’t deserve.

While he was looking forward to the day Y/N gave birth he wanted to cherish these moments between them before they were gone, the next chapter of their lives moving from two to three. The hypnotic movements of her fingers resumed and he against his will Levi feels himself being lulled to sleep, the quietness of the room being filled with her gentle humming and the crackling of wood.

Masterlist

[erza-haninozuka]

I heard you loved Gajevy too! Ah! 🙌🏾 Can I ask for them breeder style? Someone getting knocked up tonight 👀

Honestly one of my favorite ships from Fairy Tail! 

Gajeel’s breath was hot on Levy’s face as it fanned across her flushed face, her bare body completely underneath him and hidden from view. He gave the petite woman a half smirk, placing a gentle kiss to her lips before going to her cheek and then pressing his lips to her ear. 

“Happy anniversary Levy.” 

She shivered at the feel of his breath on her ear, sucking in a deep breath when he gently bit into the flesh of her neck, kissing the spot before going for her pulse point. 

Levy whimpered and pushed a hand into his hair, gently massaging his scalp before pulling at the dark colored locks. 

Gajeel snarled quietly against her skin, moving down and gently biting her breast, a squeak erupting from the woman, “Be a good girl now Levy. I can stop right now and not give you what you want.” 

“No, please....” 

He smirked, “Good.” He reached down between them, fingers dipping into her soaked cunt, “Got you good and wet for me...” In one swift motion he drove his cock between her welcoming lips, watching as she took every inch he offered. 

Their moans fell from their lips as Gajeel began to thrust into her, picking up his pace with each thrust of his hips, their skin colliding and echoeing in the room. 

Levy arched into him, attempting to meet his thrusts.

“You can cum for me, don’t be shy.” 

Levy whimpered, her body jerking when he wedged his hand between them, thumb pressing into her little swollen nub, rubbing vigorous circles. He angled his hips, driving his cock into her sweet spot, a smirk fully spreading across his face when he felt her thighs twitch around his waist. 

“That’s it... Cum with me Levy. Gonna fill you all up with my seed. Want me to pump a baby into you?” 

That sent Levy over the edge, a shout leaving her body as her legs tightened around him, her orgasm tearing through her and clutching at Gajeel’s thick cock. 

Her walls milked his seed right out of him, coating her walls as he moaned, grunting as he rode them through their pleasure.

[fantasiesescape]

Too sweet, Little Black Bird

Sahmin sighed as she watched the doctors back rise and fall with his breaths as he snuggled against her, arm wrapped leisurely around her waist, taking care not to nudge the wound on her right side.

"What would I give I wonder...." She murmurred to herself, sliding her fingers through his aburn hair, stirring him from his light slumber.

"Hm?" He blinked up at her, tilting his head more toward her fingers like a cat wanting to be pet more.

"Thinking to myself." She shook her head and obliged him with a smile, rubbing at his scalp gingerly.

"What time is it?" He pushed himself up from the matress and tried to peek through the door.

"Early, or late." Sahmin sighed and stretched as Julian left her side to see for himself. "Honestly I don't care." She put her arms above her head and hissed as the wound stretched and ached with her movement. "Come back to bed."

"Your bandaging needs changed." Julian smiled sadly at her and went to the table where his supplies laid scattered. She watched his shoulders as he moved and worked, she went back to her previous thought.

What would I give I wonder, to have this every day and night, with no battle between them?

She still laid silently, arms raised as Julian sat on the edge of her bed beside her. He removed her bandages slowly, his deft hands making quick work of the routine. She noticed the pinch between his dark brows, the harsh and unforgiving frown on his lips.

"What troubles you little bird?" She asked, watching him as his eyes traveled up her to meet her eyes.

"Why do you insist on calling me that? 'Little bird'," he scowled playfully, "I am almost double your size, yet you speak to me as if I'm a child."

"It is your presence, don't take it to heart as an insult. What would you prefer then?" She smirked and watched as he applied new bandages. "Jules?"

"Heavens no," Julian laughed, his cold fingers brushed against her skin, it sent a shiver through her. "isn't 'Julian' enough?"

"No," Sahmin declared with a growl. "Everyone is allowed to call you Julian, I want something to call you all my own. If 'Little bird' upsets you, then what about Black Bird?"

"Black bird?" He asked, as he placed his hand on her side, he pressed gently and massaged the wound.

Sahmin nodded, "Yes, like the one that follows you around."

"Ah, you mean Malak, the raven."

"Ray-ven," Sahmin said the word slowly and shook her head, "I think I like Black Bird better."

"But that's not what it's called," Julian chuckled, focused on her wound instead of the look she gave him. She snaked her fingers though his hair at the nape and pulled him close, pressing her lips against his for only a breath before pulling him back enough that their lips brushed as she spoke.

"If I say it's Black Bird, what is it?"

"I...It's a black bird..." She could feel the tremble in his lips, the tug at his hair as he tried to close the distance between them. She nipped his bottom lip before she held him out at her full arms length to watch the blush that tinted his fair skinned ears pink, spread down his neck.

"What is on your mind? You're thinking far to heavily for this time of day."

"Don't go back out there." He pleaded, his eyes locked on hers.

"I have to."

"You don't."

"Then tell me what option I have." She scoffed and let him go somewhat forcefully, sitting up against her pillow.

"Leave. Run away."

"You mean desert?" She scowled hatefully at him and she could see the heartbreak in his face. The way his stormy grey eyes softened and seemed to droop with his shoulders, the way they turned inward as he leaned closer to her, wanting her touch to ease the reprimand. "Why? You think I'm weak?"

"Never!" Julian protested, kneeling beside her bed and holding onto her thigh as she looked away from him. That pleading look of his would be her fall. "But...I don't want you to get hurt again."

"I'm a soldier Julian, getting hurt comes with the job. Just as it's your job to patch me up. Do you not want my company anymore? My door is open, you can leave at any time. Find some other body to warm against."

"That's not what this is about." His hold tightened on her and before she could stop herself she looked at him. He looked on the verge of tears, his hand reached and clasped one of hers tightly. "I would never--"

"Then what is it about Doctor Devorak?" She snapped, jerking her hand away.

"I don't want to see you hurt because I love you." His voice was more than a whisper, yet it seemed to deafen any thoughts Sahmin would have had.

He climbed up on the bed, placing his hands on her cheeks and brought her in for a gentle, kind kiss. Laced with longing and hurt. When he pulled away his eyes glittered in the candlelight, "Run away with me, I've been saving money, you could retire from being a soldier and we could open a clinic right in Vesusvia! Just you and me, no more battles, no more war. Just us together, helping the city."

"Oh," Sahmin felt her heart slow, each beat a painful twist in her chest. "My sweet little black bird." She closed her eyes, she could feel his hands slide down her neck and cradle her softly. She didn't dare trust herself to speak again ,yet when she forced herself to look into his eyes cup his face in her hands and press her forehead to his she whispered, "Too sweet."

"Too sweet?" Julian closed his eyes to chuckle, "What do you mean?"

"It's nothing." She let his face go and ran one hand down his chest, fingers brushing the hair lightly, she paused and looked over his shoulder, "do you hear that?"

"What?"(( Julian whirled around on the bed, trying to see the invisible threat, not knowing he had turned his back on the real threat. Sahmin wrapped her arms around his neck, tucking one under his chin, the other levying it to choke him as he struggled. "Saa-men!" Julian clawed at her arms but she tightened her hold, pressed up against him so that he could not break free. He only managed to knock off the porcelain bowl and shatter it on the floor.

Slowly, he stopped struggling, and she let him loose to fall face first into the bedding. She sighed, forcing back the tears as one of the guards from outside bust in the room.

"What's the meaning of this?"

"He is dismissed." Sahmin snapped, she gestured toward his unconscious form and closed her eyes. "Take him to Vesusvia and send word to Lucio he's getting his own personal doctor. Doctor Devorak has been compromised and can't continue his duties here on the front lines." She watched, only allowing the smallest hint of sadness through her expression. "Do not, let him return."

"And if he tries?" The guard asked as he hauled Julian's body from the bed. Sahmin could barely stomach how limply he moved and how rough the guard was with him. But she didn't dare let it show.

"Then he's given you no choice." She laid back down on her bed, pulled the furs up around her face and cried silently into them. "Kill him."

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This was bugging me today had to get it out, have tooooooo many AUs for Arcana in my head.

Mermaid, Apprentice is a Soldier, semi- Hercules one and on and on, I have too many and not enough time!

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COTW - 8 full draft. I missed the smut

Even with a complaining Hanji, and two upset pups in the back of the car, Levi was in a good mood. Eren was dozing in the front passenger seat, his mate safe and sound. He hadn't experienced another large bleed, and their date night had ended up being quite sweet. They'd gone shopping before dinner, due to most shops on the mall closing at 5. All their Christmas shopping was done, and unlike the last two years, he actually knew what they were gifting Hanji, Anna, Mike and Erwin. He even knew what he was gifting Eren, though the omega had no clue. He'd seen a bedspread that was so Eren, that he was surprised his mate had missed it. It had way too many beads and sequins for Levi's liking, but the greens and blues were nice... in its own way. He'd paid extra on top to have it posted up to them. It was the only way he knew Eren wouldn't find out. Their date had ended up with dinner on the beach, sitting on a new towel that Eren had wanted, eating fish and chips as the sun set over the ocean. Eren laying in his lap, as they drank in each other's company. After dinner, they'd gone back to their room, where Eren forced him into a bath with him, this time he was between his omega's legs. Eren washing his hair, massaging his scalp and shoulders, and insisting on taking care of him. He'd thought his mate was disappointed in him, over the wedding and everything else between them, but apparently not. Once back on their bed, Eren massaged him into a daze. Which he wasn't allowed to object to, nor was he allowed to return the favour. His omega was kind of amazing. Not that he'd ever doubted that. They'd fallen asleep naked, then Eren had been playful in the morning. Begging for five more minutes, despite no one actually forcing him out of bed. He'd so desperately wanted to keep Eren in a bubble, where he couldn't be hurt, that he'd forgotten there was no stopping him. He'd also been forced to acknowledge the fact he was lucky Eren had stayed in bed for as long as he had. The couple of days after their date night had proven that. Eren insisted on heading back down to the beach, purely to sunbake as the kids played. His fiancée had muttered something about they came all the way to the ocean, so they should make the most of it before it was time to leave, and something about the sun helping his lingering cramping. Yet, his omega had crept off into the water the moment he'd turned his back. When Levi went in after him, he'd ended up dunked for his troubles, forced to resort to throwing Eren over his shoulder and carrying him, scolding him and grounding him, as he laid him out on his towel. The look of love and happiness radiating off his mate, was so pure he'd wanted to stay like that forever. Eren beneath him. His wide green eyes sparkling as goosebumps erupted across his caramel skin. The way one hand was protecting his stomach as Levi prevented his escape. Instead, Eren teamed up with Hanji. The psychopath dumping a bucket of water over his head, while Eren laughed. Chasing her out into the water, Hanji had tripped over her own feet, faceplanting herself into the ocean as Levi returned to where he'd been making sandcastles with Viren. This time with sand that wasn't washing away every two seconds. Now they were on their way home. Eren having taken part of his sedative, with Hanji's permission, was missing the three kids in the back complaining "are we there yet?". Out of everything Hanji could have taught Anna and Viren, he was joyfully awaiting the day when she was the being bombarded with the same fucking question on repeat, like he'd been. A hard night at work had nothing on the three voices coming from the backseat. He'd normally turn up the radio when Viren started getting upset, but with Eren napping, he didn't want to disturb him. His boss was well aware that Eren was having a medical emergency of sorts, and he had permission to remain on holidays until after the ultrasound. Which he may or may not be, packing himself over. He didn't know how omegas behaved during a miscarriage. Eren had taken it hard the first few days when the cramps were at their worst, but now he was taking it too well. Like he was shoving aside his true feelings in an attempt not to deal with them. He'd cried. He'd admitted he was scared, but... it felt like he hadn't let himself really grieve. Levi still didn't feel like he'd grieved properly, even though they'd spent hours intertwined. Holding each other as they both sobbed. If Eren was to lose the other two, he didn't know what to do. Something in his young lover would break. Eren would convinced himself he's no good. He'd throw his walls up, and declared he was bad and broken omega. Or, even worse, he'd say he was fine. He'd throw his walls up and try to be strong for everyone else, while working himself into the dirt trying not to let it show. Like he had... more than once. He was such a stubborn little shit... As it was, he couldn't afford to have Eren shut him out any further. Hanji had been invited to Eren's end of year dance wind up, were as he hadn't been. He was now stuck feeling angry and jealous, each time the fact decided to pop into his mind, while not being able to ask Eren about it. He'd learned his lesson from the tattoo, the bar, and the abortion pills. His record looking less than stellar when it came to trusting his mate. So. He was keeping his mouth shut and hoping Eren had intended to invite him all along. There was also mentally trying to work out what the ever-living-shit went into a wedding. He should know. He was at Hanji's. He was at Erwin's. Fuck. He was the best man at Erwin's. But trying to plan half a wedding was already doing his head in, and he'd only been thinking about it for like a week now. Eren had said no wedding talk, and he'd fully intended to honour that. He wanted to be prepared for Eren asking his opinion on things. He just hadn't realised how many things there were, and he sure as hell wasn't asking Hanji or Erwin. Erwin had given him hell over him marrying Mike, before he married Eren. It wasn't like he didn't want to. He'd known right from the start that Eren was the one for him, no matter how he tried to deny it. And looking back, he knew he owed Eren the biggest fucking dream wedding they could have... with about 5 guests, because honestly, he really didn't want to put up with anyone's bullshit on his wedding day. He didn't know if Eren wanted to wear a dress. Or if he wanted to give birth first? If they brought the wedding forward, they could probably knock something together before Eren popped. If the pup was inside him, that generally meant a great night of sex given how sensitive and receptive Eren's body got during pregnancy, and not having to worry about a new born would definitely help with that... There was also the whole white torture to deal With. Or, also known as, "What shade of fucking white everything should be". Or "Why is there was more than one shade of white?". Or "No one could agree which white was which". Did he go white, and match what Eren wanted to wear. But what if his mate wanted to suit up. Did they both were black suits? Did Eren wear a white suit? Did he wear a white suit? Most guys who did the white suit thing were wankers. Erwin wore a white suit, and he's pretty much a complete and total tosser... Then there was Viren. They couldn't leave him out the ceremony, but he was more likely to try and eat their wedding rings than carry them down the isle. Anna would make a cute flower girl, but then Viren would crack the shit over the attention she was getting. There was just too much to think through. He'd seen Eren's wedding magazines with their tiny notes and post-its. His mate had known what he wanted and yet... nope. He'd done gone fucked that one up, as Hanji would say... so, yeah. There was that. Thinking about it all, it was probably better Eren was still sleeping. It was enough to make his scent flare with anger, despite the fact he wasn't actually angry. His alpha was more the issue. While he was having a miniature meltdown, it was less than gently redirecting all his blood south at the fact Eren was pregnant and they could knot him as many times as they wanted. Carrying their pup, his belly would swell, his breasts would form and fuck... It really did feel like he was going to go into a rut, or at least his groin was. The rest of him was smart enough to know Eren needed space to recover... He'd been taking matters into his own hands as it was, careful not to let Eren see him losing to his carnal desires, and careful not to make his mate feel forced in any way, shape or form. His cramping may have subsided, but it was far too soon for anything sexual. Besides, cuddling Eren until he purred was just as rewarding. Each time his mate started to purr, Levi was reminded of just how precious Eren was. Of just how fucking lucky he was that the omega wanted him. Eren was still so soft and warm in his hold. The marvel of which would have worn off long ago, yet Levi knew it never would... even if he'd failed to show Eren how in awe he still was over such things. Stirring slightly, his omega whined in his sleep. The noise barely escaping him, before Levi was pulling over to the side of the road. He knew that sound all too well. Leaning forward, Hanji looked from him to Eren "Why'd we stop?" "Nightmare" "What? How can you tell? He looks peaceful" "If you shut up for two minutes, you would have heard him whine" Shutting the engine off, Levi climbed out the car and headed round to Eren's side. Opening his mate's door and undoing his seatbelt, he gently shook Eren awake, wrapping his arms around him as Eren let out another whine "It was just a dream. You're ok" "Gonna be sick" Moving out the way, his shoes didn't escape the splatter. He'd forced Eren to eat a rather large breakfast, and now his shoe were regretting it. Emptying his stomach, both kids started crying in the back. Viren crying for his mum, while Anna was probably scared over how fast everything had happened. Rubbing Eren's back, his mate started to slump forward, Levi pining him back into the car, only to find Eren wasn't quite done. Grimacing, his omega looked up with guilty eyes "I'm sorry" "No, it's ok. Let's get cleaned up? I've got vomit bags in the glove box" "I'm really sleepy" "You just sit there. Ok? I'll take care of this" Kissing Eren's forehead, his mate was a little warm. His forehead sweaty... a little too sweaty for his liking "Hanji, keep the kids in their seats" "I can..." "You'll be more help by staying in the car with the kids. This isn't the first time we've had this happen" "I'm sorry, Lee" "Eren, it's ok" "Can I get out?" "You want to?" "Need air" Lifting Eren out his car, he carried his omega to the back, opening the hatch and sitting Eren inside the boot. Fanning his face, his omega somehow looked even worse "Are you going to vomit again?" "Maybe. I don't know" "How bad was it?" Mumbling, Eren started peeling his shirt off "Reiner and Bertholdt were there... so not great" "I'm sorry you're still going through this" "It's not your fault. The sedatives usually help..." Grabbing a bottle of water out the back, Levi pushed it into Eren's hands to hide his jealousy. The only alpha Eren should be dreaming about was him "Sip at it. You feel warm" "I feel gross" "I'll grab you a light shirt out. Is there anything else you want out your suitcase?" Eren paused, briefly meeting his eyes before looking down "What is it?" "It's nothing" "Eren, tell me. I can't help if I don't know" "Can... may I please have one of your shirts? The scent... helps" And his jealousy was gone with that small whispered question "Of course you can. You don't have to be so embarrassed to ask" "I just... I'm a bit nervy" "Ok" Kissing Eren's forehead, his omega sighed at him "One shirt coming right up" "You don't need to make a big deal of it" "I'm not. Well, I wasn't trying to..." "You were. You were all frowny when I said their names" "Because it's not fucking fair you're still haunted by those pieces of shit" "I can't exactly control my dreams" "I know you can't. I love you" Cracking the lid on his bottle of water, Eren took a sip. Pulling his suitcase from the back, which involved having to actually climb into his car to reach, Eren flinched at the sound of the latched popping. Yeah. No. He was lucky he'd noticed his mate's distress. He had a feeling it would have been a screaming nightmare otherwise. Using half a pack of baby wipes to clean them both up, Levi found a shopping bag to stash their shirts in, and his shoes. Gravel under his socks was revolting, but the choices were limited. Making his mate finish half the bottle of water, he settled him back in the front with a vomit bag, the sedatives still in Eren's system leaving the omega fighting to keep his eyes open. Leaning in to kiss Eren properly, his fiancée shook his head, offering a whispered "sorry"... and leaving Levi wishing both alphas were still alive, so he could kill them both and ease Eren's pain... somehow. Unlike the first half the drive, the second wasn't as pleasant. Eren throwing his guts up again when they stopped to fuel up, then turning paper white when Hanji came back with a mountain of fried food. He would have liked Eren to at least try eating, but he wasn't having any of it. So, in a car that smelt of vomit and fried food, with two unhappy kids, the rest of the drive to Shinganshima took an eternity and a half to pass. Yep. The holiday was over. First thing first was to drop Hanji and Anna off, before heading home to see what mischief Titan had been up to in their absence. Titan was all smooches with Eren the moment the apartment door opened. Hanji had offered for them to stay the night at her house, but with Eren recovering from his nightmare, Levi felt more familiar grounds would be better suited. He was naturally proven right by the way Eren locked all four door locks once they were inside. Carrying Titan around, his fiancée fussed over the fat tom, that was yowling over his near empty food bowl. There were plenty of biscuits still in his feeder, they just hadn't tricked down into his bowl, which was an unforgivable crime in Titan's eyes. Taking care of the littertray, Eren carted Titan off to the kitchen, cracking a can of wet food. Titan too happy to care that Viren was following Eren around, Eren turning his attention to their son once Titan was happily eating. It didn't take long for things to slip back to normal. By the end of that night, Eren looked ready to pass out, while Viren wanted to sleep in their bed for the night. Eren not too sure if he was going to have another nightmare, excused himself to his room. Bathed and fed, their son was asleep in minutes. Leaving him sleeping on Eren's side, Levi headed into Eren's room, only to find him sleeping atop the covers... with his shoes still on. Taking Eren's shoes off for him, Levi covered his omega with the closest free blanket, pressing a handful of kisses to Eren's temple as he tucked him in. The first thing Eren would probably do once he woke was clean, but that wasn't going to happen. He had so many thoughts and frustrations to work through, only bleach could bring him peace of mind. * The few days without Hanji's constant presence was... a bigger hassle than he'd thought they'd be. At least for Levi they were. He'd had to head into work for some paperwork that couldn't be ignored. Eren had stayed home... leaving Levi heavily distracted, causing careless mistakes, then even more time to be wasted over the stupid shitty documents. By the time he got home, he'd worked himself into another near rut state with worry. Eren was fine, though that didn't calm his alpha. Scaring the shit out of his fiancée, he hurled him out of the sofa and into his arms, nuzzling Eren's neck furiously as he held him tight. Like a child after a tantrum, Eren had soothed him. His omega pulling him down to sit on the sofa, nuzzling and kissing him until his alpha finally got the message that Eren was ok, and that nothing had happened in the few hours they'd been apart. The night before Eren's ultrasound appointment, Levi didn't sleep. He'd been up and back to bed a dozen times, only managing to close his eyes for a few minutes before his kind would become too busy to relax. The apartment was so clean that he'd run out of products. He should have been exhausted from the effort, instead, he found himself pacing with restless energy. He didn't want any more complications. He wanted Eren to be fine. He wanted his pups to be fine. He wanted nothing else to happen to his mate, and he wanted to hurry up and see them. Appearing from his bedroom, Eren once again soothed him. Taking him by the hand, the omega pulled him into his bedroom. Shoving him down on his bed, Eren climbed up behind him and spooned up around him. Huffing and hiding his face against Levi's nape. Opening his mouth to speak, Eren hushed him. Ignoring him, his omega hushed him even louder. It may have taken a few attempts for the message to sink in. Less talking, more sleeping. How Eren could be so calm, he had no idea. Wasn't his mate worried about the health of the two pups inside him? Today they'd know the full extent of Eren's miscarriage, and find out of the pregnancy had to be terminated. He didn't want to lose their pups, but Eren's health came first. No matter what his mate said. There were other ways to have children. They could foster and adopt. They could find a surrogate, if Eren really wanted to. Or, they could try for another child once Eren had recovered... that was still an option... Tossing and turning, Eren grew sick of his restless struggles. Climbing into his lap, his omega pushed him down, his wrists pinned to the bed as Eren's lips met his, the kiss long and deep, blending seamlessly into the next. When they finally parted, Eren laid along his chest, his face hidden against Levi's neck. Soft warm lips pressing kisses along his neck and jawline between his words "I know you're worried. But you're going to make yourself sick if you don't take a breath and calm down" Mumbling, Levi felt foolish. He was the older one, yet Eren was providing him with comfort through all of this "I can't sleep" "I know, and you stink of worry. It's setting me on edge, when I'm trying my hardest to stay positive" "I didn't mean to make this about me. You're the one carrying our pups" "Levi, I might be carrying them, but you are their father. You have every right to be worried, but these last few days have been really hard. It's been hard to watch you tear yourself apart... and it's harder and harder to stay positive in front of Viren. I keep telling myself they have to be ok... and I need you to let yourself think that too, because I don't know what's going to happen at my appointment. I don't know if I'm going to miscarry the pups, or if everything is going to be ok... so I need you to be ok, so that I can be ok. I can't focus on me or them, not when you're so distressed" "I'm just worried that we're going to be told both pups have passed... I don't know what it'll mean for us. Or for you" "Don't you think I have the exact same worries that are going through your head? I'm scared too" Resting his head against Levi's shoulder, Eren nuzzled his neck "I wanted them gone, and now all I can think about is how to keep them" "But you didn't really want them gone. You were just trying to make me happy" "Seeing you like this, doesn't make me very happy" "I know... I'm sorry" "If you're really sorry, you'll try and get some sleep" "I don't think I can. I'm scared if I close my eyes, I'll lose the three of you" "If I kept my eyes open every single time I was scared, I'd never sleep" Fuck... Eren was supposed to be relaxed and safe here... "Don't, Lee. I can hear you thinking. You're doing a good job, ok. It's coming off my meds that's making things come back to me. We have to relearn all the things that set me off" "I wish..." "I know what you wish. I wish I could change the past too. It doesn't matter though, because we can't. Now, I'm going to release you, and you're going to cuddle me. In the morning, we're not going to show Viren how stressed we are..." "I don't know if I can" "You can. You love him, so you will. You're a really good father to him" "And you're the best mother he could have" "I don't know about that..." "I do" Eren released his hold, rolling off him as he did. Shifting, Levi moved to spoon up against Eren, a hand on his stomach "Mmm. I'm sorry I've been bordering on a rut" "It's ok. Like I had to learn my heat was natural and ok to have, we'll figure this rut thing out" "I don't want you to freak out if you wake up and I'm hard" "I'm used to it. Now go to sleep" Silence fell between the pair, Eren managing to find sleep in his hold, while Levi watched over him. His eyes refusing to obey Eren's wishes for him to sleep. He'd sleep once he knew his omega and their children were alright. Come morning, Eren was all smiles as he fussed over Viren, though his lingering gazes assured Levi that he was in the shit for not sleeping. Hanji was meeting them at the hospital, as she was coming off shift not long before Eren's scheduled ultrasound. Depending on the results, she would take Viren home with her. They probably had a lot to talk about either way. The drive to the hospital was painfully silent. Levi running on automatic as he drove. His heart wouldn't stop its stupid racing, and jumped each time Eren made any sound at all. His alpha was just as on edge. It scratched and clawed at the back of his mind, the word "protect" running on a loop. And he wasn't much better as they got inside. A passing patient got too close to his fiancée, leaving Eren having to physically hold him back as he snarled. The poor woman had no idea what the hell she'd done wrong, casting a fearful gaze back over her shoulder as she rushed away. Stalking into the reception area, Hanji barely hid her laughter at his annoyance, directing her attention to Eren instead "Hey, Sweetie. I've already talked to the staff, they're running about 10 minutes behind, but have marked you down as here" Eren groaned, passing Viren off his hip and into Hanji's hold "Seriously. I have to pee" His alpha jumped right back to angry, starting towards the reception desk. Grabbing his hand, Eren stopped his progress "Don't mind him. He's worried, and cranky" "I noticed" "Good. Levi, here. Come sit down, and I'll sit in your lap" Where Eren should be sitting anyway. Taking the few steps, he sat, and Eren climbed into his lap "You need to take a breath for me" "People need to get their shit together" "As nice as it is that you're getting so possessive, it's scaring me" "I'm sorry" "It's ok. Think of it this way, if you control that temper of yours a little longer, I'll make it worth your while" "You don't need to fucking bribe me. I'm not a fucking three year old" He immediately regretted snapping. Eren's bottom lip wobbled, his eyes filling with tears as he struggled off his lap "No. A three year old is acting better behaved than you are!" "Eren..." "Nope. I don't want to hear it. You're so convinced the worst is going to happen that it hurts. You're scaring me, and you're scaring everyone else with the glare" "I'm sorry, ok?" "No. It's not ok. Don't talk to me until you've thought about your actions" Sitting next to him, Eren turned his back towards him. Grabbing Eren's hand, he rested his forehead against Eren's shoulder "You're right. I'm a shitty, arsehole of an alpha, who's letting his worry get the better of him" "I'm still not talking to you" "Ok... Can I hold your hand?" "Fine. But I really don't want to talk right now. My anxieties too high" Which meant he anything could send him into a panic attack... such as overly worried and smothering alpha. Hanji actually managed to keep her smart comments as they waited for Eren to be called through. Possibly because she knew he was likely to actually attack her if she opened her mouth and sprouted her usually uppity bullshit. Their 10 minute wait turned to 20 before Eren was finally called in. Plenty of time for heat to start building in his gut, and for his blood to rush south as the very start of his rut started. Thankful that his jacket hid his pants, he managed to salvage that dreg of dignity. Running through their pre-procedure questions, Hanji explained the partial miscarriage. Eren kept his gaze on his exposed stomach, staring at it as if he expected an alien to burst forth from the small swell at the base of it. Trying to relax the omega, the technician explained what an ultrasound was, and what they'd be looking for as he squeezed a generous amount of gel on to Eren's stomach. Eren whimpering at the cook and unwelcome touch as he pulled Levi closer to him. If he hadn't even so mad at the world and himself, and struggling to hold back from mounting Eren right there thanks to his forming rut, he may have felt slightly sorry for the man. All eyes were on him as he started to move the wand across Eren's stomach. It took a few moments, before there was a collecting sigh of relief. Two pups. Still there and still moving. Looking up at him, Eren let out a half sob "They're ok" "It looks like there's been no negative impacts from the loss of the first pup. No signs of infection, or placental displacement or abruption. These two are a good length, a little smaller but that's to be expected in multi-foetal pregnancies..." Levi was deaf to the rest of it. No negative impacts. The two pups were fine. Eren was fine. His lips smashed into his omega's. The kiss they shared hardly G rated as their combined relief flowed through. His heart was singing with happiness. His omega was ok. He was more than ok. He was perfect. Their pups were perfect. Clearing her throat, Hanji tapped his shoulder "Guys, I know you're happy, but you're being talked to" Not feeling the slightest touch of guilt, Levi looked to the technician, his free hand stroking Eren's hair as he did "As I was asking, do you know the risks associated with taking the placental sample?" Eren nodded quickly "Yes, but we need to know. We don't have a clear cause for the loss of the first pup, so we need to know if it's related to bad genetics" How such words could come from such dainty little lips, he had no clue. Nodding his agreement, the technician was slow to prep the needle to be used in the procedure. The pair of them watching their twins moving in awe. It was real. They were having twins... "You done good, Levi. You knocked him right up" "Shut up, Shitty Glasses. Viren, these are your new siblings" His son naturally had no clue what that meant. The boy just making grabbing motions towards Eren, before getting upset when he could reach him "I might just step out. I'll meet you both outside when you're done" It wasn't exactly the easiest of things to do. Taking a sample without causing Eren too much distress, wouldn't be helped with a crying toddler. Hiding his face against Levi's arm, Eren tried his hardest not to let his fear show, though his tears rolled down Levi's arm to pool on the back of his hand. He hated seeing it happen, even if it was necessary. Eren was fine. He'd been told the best news they'd had in months, that his pregnancy would be ok. One more tiny blip before true freedom was kind of cruel. Finishing up, the samples taken were labelled, Levi signing off on them as Eren tried to calm back down. His mate's inner thighs were quivering like crazy... like they did when Eren was about to come... shit. No. He couldn't pounce in Eren right away. They still needed to be careful for the next day or so... Levi didn't pounce on him right away. He kept it in his pants until Eren shyly mumbled he needed to pee, and the ultrasound technician left them. Half falling into the toilet cubicle, he pinned his mate up against the door as his lips smashed into Eren's again. There was way too much teeth to begin with, both desperate to feel connected. He could almost hear Eren chanting that he was ok, as his mate whined into his mouth. Levi all but mounting Eren's knee in attempt to get some kind of friction on his throbbing dick. Letting out a small growl of his own, Eren freed his hands, both moving to Levi's belt, as his mate continued to kiss him. Fuck. Fuck. It'd been so long since it was like this. Both needing each other so badly words couldn't convey it. Eren's dominating streak flaring as he took control, shit. Rolling his hips harder, he didn't know if he wanted to mount Eren or be mounted. He just wanted to be connected with his mate... and to come in the worst way. Freed from the bite of the button and zipper, Eren palmed at his dick until Levi pulled his hand away. The omega's scent growing so sweet, Levi was literally drooling as panted into Eren's hair, Eren's now free hand clutching at Levi's hair, holding him in place. Eren having moved to molest his neck, their erections trapped between them as they both frantically rutted against each other. Wet precum oozing from their swollen members, so close to orgasm that the crowns glowed an angry red, yet no relief was found. It wasn't enough. He was so close, but it wasn't enough. Taking Eren's hips, his omega growled again as he pushed back "Eren..." "Levi... need you" Trying for his neck again, Eren slid a hand down his body, gripping his own erection through his soaked underwear "Alpha... please... need your dick" Realising how hard they'd been going at it, Levi swallowed hard... fuck. He wanted to come inside his mate. To breed him all over again, but the procedure. His grip on Eren's hips had left marks, they were doing everything except for penetration... he needed to calm down... but looking at Eren's face, he felt relief and lust... "There's nothing more I want than to mount you right here and fill you with my seed until it's running down your thighs, but we can't. We need to head home" Eren shook his head, his eyes wide as he bared his neck for Levi to remark. Whining, his mate wasn't playing fair. Bringing his pointer finger to his lips, Eren twirled his tongue around it "Alpha... I need it... I'm so wet for you, I can smell. How much you want me. Let me do it. Let me taste you. I want to make you feel good" Not waiting for the permission he'd asked for, Eren sank to his knees, moaning as took Levi's erection into his mouth. He wasn't sure how he ended up with his underwear around his knees, but as Eren's honeyed mouth closed around his shaft, his eyes rolled back at the warm, wet pleasure surrounding him. Blow jobs he could do. Eren was amazing at head... Bobbing his head, Eren kept his hand just above the root, jerking him hard and fast, Levi's hips moving in time with the movements. He wasn't going to last, and if they hadn't both been effected by his rut, there was no way he would have been standing there, fucking Eren's perfect mouth in the public bathroom "Eren, I'm going to come. Drink it all down, omega. It's all for you, baby" Nodding, Eren hollowed his cheeks, releasing his hand in order to take as much of Levi as he could into his mouth. Slamming into Eren's mouth, he shuddered as he came in long hard bursts, Eren swallowing down everything he could, until it became too much. Pulling back, his omega closed his eyes, trusting Levi to come across his face, rather than down his shirt. The alpha barely kept from popping a knot, and his hands on management of his "problem" had meant there wasn't as much as usual for Eren to deal with, not like when he knotted his mate, or how it would be full rut. Snatching out a handful of paper towel from the dispenser on the wall, he mopped at the mess on Eren's face, as he milked the last few drops from his still hard and throbbing dick on to Eren's lips. The omega drinking them down. Cleaning Eren the best he could, he then tucked himself have into his underwear, before pulling Eren to his feet, and finding that his mate had come from sucking him off. A wrecked Eren with his pants around his ankles was hot as hell... "So good for me, beautiful boy. So good for your alpha" Eren purred under his praise, letting Levi lift him off his feet and over, onto the toilet. Sitting him down, he tugged Eren's half on underwear down, cleaning up his mate the best he could, after he realised Eren still hadn't peed, and giving him a moment to do so. His mate's pupils were blown wide with lust, the dopiest of smiles on Eren's lips as Levi wiped at his face with a wet paper towel. Levi's heart swelled with affection. This was his mate and no one else's. Fondly he paused, cupping Eren's cheek. His fiancée immediately nuzzling into the touch "Hanji's going to take one look at us and know what we did" "Mmm..." "And I'm going to get into the shit for letting you get so excited" "Mmmm..." "And you don't give two fucks, do you?" "Mhmm..." "I love you, Eren. But I need to ask, are you ok?" "Mhmm... I love you. I love you so much, Levi" "Eren..." "Just help me clean up. I want to go home and be in your arms" "Are you sure?" "I can smell your rut, it's easing off... I think it'll be ok. I mean... we both need to accept that I'm actually ok. And we're having twins" Levi echoed the sentiment breathily, as if shocked, yet what he felt was deep pride. Eren was incredible. Not one pup but two, he literally couldn't be prouder of his omega, even if he tried "Twins" "Two healthy pups..." Eren started getting teary, surging up to throw his arms around him. His scent thick with relief and joy... and arousal, but that was just a background thought in that moment "Yeah, Shitty Brat. Two more wonderful pups" "Levi, take me home" Carrying Eren out the bathroom, Hanji was waiting. At least the they'd saved their moment of passion for the bathroom outside the ultrasound and x-ray department. She wasted no time glaring at him "Arm" "What?" Holding up a capped syringe, he growled at it involuntarily "Lee?" "It's fine Eren. It's an emergency suppressant, because someone let himself get worked up into a rut" "It's starting to settle..." Eren was adorable as he tried to back him up "Eren, I can't send you home with him while Levi is in a rut. I agree his scent has grown milder, but for your safety, it's better I give him the shot" "Levi wouldn't hurt me" "Not intentionally. But you're not supposed to be doing anything strenuous or having sex so soon after those tests and you know that. Now, Levi, give me your arm" Eren hid his face against Levi's shoulder, the fact he was piggybacking his omega made it hard to release his leg. He didn't want to let any part of Eren go. When he didn't move, Hanji did. Sliding the cap free and stabbing him in the arm, the whole thing over in a few seconds "It should begin to work immediately. If you don't come out of your rut by tonight, I'll give you another one. Both of you are coming home with me, where I can keep an eye on you" "What?! No. Hanji, Levi isn't going to do anything" "He may not intend to, but alphas can get rather mindless during a rut. Especially when this one was brought on by a deep worry for you. Like your heats long for comfort, this the same. Even if you've just been told everything looks good, it takes a while for the news to really kick in. We know how stubborn Levi is. Now, we're going back to my house. You've already treated everyone here to a vocal serenade that they didn't need" Eren let out a small whine, hiding his face... his mate's mouth may have been busy for most of that, but he hadn't exactly been silent for the first part. Oops "It's fine, Eren. I like the fact they all know you belong to me" "Lee! No... I didn't think..." "Then don't now. You're my omega and I'm proud of that" Eren huffed "I'm so embarrassed" "If you're embarrassed now, just wait until you see what I have planned later" He didn't have anything planned, but making Eren whine was so damn cute "What?! No... Levi... no more embarrassment. What is it?" "You'll have to wait and see" "Hanji! Tell him he can't embarrass me even more" Winking at Hanji, she replaced the cap on the syringe. Viren tugging at her scrubs as he wanted up "He is your alpha... I doubt he's going to listen to me" "Hanji!" "Nope. You're going to have to talk to Levi about this one" "Wait?! What? You know? No. Tell me" Lifting Viren up, she balanced him on her hip. Eren digging his chin into his shoulder "Levi. What's going on? Tell me" "Oh... A little bit of this. A little bit of that" Eren let out a sigh, his omega finally seeming to get it was joke thanks to Hanji's giggle "I forking hate both of you. Don't do that to me..." "I'm sorry, Honey. You're too cute not to tease" "I'm not cute. I'm manly" "Sure you are"' "Levi! Tell her I'm manly" "Eren is manly... Mostly" "Traitor!" "I love you just the way you are" "I'm surrounded by traitors. Viren, do you love mummy?" "Mummy silly" "I can't believe I love any of you. I want popcorn when we get home. And extra cuddles" Leaning back to kiss Eren's cheek, Levi then nodded "Your wish is my command" "Then onwards good steed. Your rider seeks the comfort of cushions and blankets" Raising an eyebrow, he failed at scowling. His alpha was agitated that Hanji was so close to his mate, but with his pup there, it was keeping itself in line. Besides, Eren was going to be ok. It was the best news they'd had in so long... his fears were still there, but he was allowing himself this moment of happiness, knowing things always got worse before they truly got better. With twins coming, there was a hell of a lot to prepare.

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Headcanons for MC doing the sleep experiment individually with the boys, and subsequently falling asleep before them.

【Lucifer】

Sharing a bed with Lucifer was something that seemed like an unachievable dream at first, but alas, here you were - nestled beside him under the luxurious blankets. You were meant to be watching for him to fall asleep, to study his sleeping habits as he put it, but the idle chit-chat was keeping him far further from dreamland, and bringing you closer. Lucifer’s voice was hypnotic, each word lulling you deeper into a trance until you involuntarily closed your eyes, and fell into a deep sleep beside him. It didn’t take him too long to notice that you’d fallen asleep, especially since he had asked you a question before you dozed off. When the answer never came, he smiled to himself in the darkness, rolling over to gently caress your cheek, “Sleep well, (Y/N),” he whispered before giving into the sleep that beckoned him.

【Mammon】

The avatar of greed was greedy for more than just money, he was also greedy for your attention. When presented with the chance to finally be alone with you - despite the fine print of the agreement saying he was not to do anything inappropriate, and that this was to merely study his sleeping habit; Mammon still saw it as a victory. Not that he’d tell you, but he made the effort to clean his room a little bit before you came over, hoping that you’d notice and say, “Good job, Mammon!” maybe you’d even pet his head too, but he won’t get too ahead of himself. When you arrived, you didn’t really notice his cleaner room, rather heading straight to his bed in order to hit the hay as soon as humanly possible. He was miffed and spouting about, “This is not how you should treat the great Mammon!” but as soon as you softly ushered him to come to bed with you, he was like putty in your hands. He snuggled up to you, and lay quietly (for once) until he worked up the courage to say something - only to be met with silence, “Falling asleep next to the great Mammon like this is unacceptable, human, but I’ll allow it this once,” he whispered to you, inching closer to you before falling asleep himself.

【Leviathan】

You did the math, and honestly, you couldn’t work out how HE managed to sleep in that bathtub, never mind adding you to it. Adding the volume, and dividing by body pillow, human, and demon body; it seemed impossible. Levi noticed the worried look on your face, and figured out the cause, “I know you don’t want to be stuck in a bed with a yucky otaku,” you could hear the sadness in his voice, and quickly reassured him that no, that was not the issue, but he failed to understand your issue with his bed, and helped you to solve the math problem. The solution was him in his bed, curled around you while trying to somehow get into a comfortable position. Your faces ended up being inches apart, and despite it being dark you knew he was as red as a tomato. Levi was stuttering out something about how he’d rather play games or watch anime right about now, rather than doing this normie sleep thing. It’s not like you heard what he said anyway, casually dozing off next to him, falling into a sleep deeper than the ocean. He was a bit offended at first, did you really think that little of him that- oh who was he kidding. You looked so peaceful and so cute sleeping beside him, “Goodnight, Henry, and goodnight, (Y/N),” he mumbled, settling himself down to finally get some sleep.

【Satan】

He preferred to spend his nights reading under a dim light, with a hot chocolate or chamomile tea beside him. His room certainly felt more unusual than the others. Every breath, you took in the scent of his room, a scent that would transport you to a book store. Looking around the room, you wondered just how many priceless books were on the shelves; books in dead languages; books that in your lifetime, you could never finish reading. Thinking about it too hard was rather overwhelming, and in this chaos sat the Avatar of Wrath, Satan, who was as calm as anything. He took the last sip of his warm drink, and shut his book, leaving it till the morning, “I guess you have to watch me sleep now,” he said with mild amusement, switching off his light before climbing into bed with you. He wanted to take this rare opportunity to do so much more, but instead asked you to tell him some stories from the human world, ones you might have heard before going to sleep. Once your short story ended, he began to tell you a bedtime story from the Devildom, specifically one Lucifer used to tell him. From the short bit you got to hear, it sounded like a nice story, but once you fell asleep, Satan decided to tell you the rest some other day.

【Asmodeus】

He was so excited. Getting to have you all to himself for the night was surely a dream come true, and he planned to make the most of it. The Avatar of Lust would give you a night to remember. He was excited to just hurry to his bed, though he decided to take the opportunity to indulge you in his beauty routine. The face masks you both use smelled like jasmine, and certainly left your face feeling softer and smoother than it had ever felt before. There was something quite relaxing about his room. It was pretty, and had a nice aroma due to the roses and numerous beauty products he uses. He was excited to have some devil talk with you on his bed,and insisted you tell him some juicy gossip from the human world, or about his brothers, after he took his turn. The problem was, he just kept going on, and on, until you ended up sinking deeper into the fluff and comfort of his bed, falling asleep while he continued to spill some tea about a witch he once fooled around with. It was quite a while before he noticed you’d left the conversation and fell asleep. Asmo was honestly a little pissed at first, after all, you’re wasting this opportunity to sleep. He couldn’t stay mad at you, instead opting to trace his fingers over your face, and playing with your hair until he finally gave in, and fell asleep; all for the sake of his skin of course.

【Beelzebub】

He had to sleep in your room, or the experiment/study wouldn’t work since Belphie would be there too. You had slept in a room with Beel before, and knew what to expect. His stomach growled as ferociously as a pack of hungry dragons, despite having ate no less than 5 minutes ago, and was already prepared to chomp down on your pillows. Luckily, Beel had plenty of snacks and food to last the night, some of which he planned to share and then ate accidentally. For the most part, your night with Beel was rather calm. He spent the majority of it munching away, and chatting with you. When you both finally get into bed, you find that he’d rather spoon with you - you being his little spoon and having one hand interlaced with his. Every so often, you can feeling him lightly pecking your head, like a sheep about to eat some delicious grass. It’s soothing in an odd way, and you end up falling asleep while he leaves soft kisses atop your head.

【Belphegor】

Much like his brother, he ended up having to sleep in your room, and arrangement he didn’t mind in the slightest. You figured that you’d be able to stay awake longer than the avatar of sloth, but Belphie had no plans of sleeping quite yet. Why waste the night he could have with you right? Belphie could fall asleep anywhere, and at anytime, but he was determined to sleep after you, wanting to get a good look at the innocent and vulnerable side of you. His usual cow pillow was between you two, and you found yourself lightly petting the soft fabric, “wouldn’t you rather pet me instead?”, Belphie teased, and let out a light laugh when he saw you getting flustered. Though before you even had a chance to say anything back, Belphie’s hand was already on your head, softly fiddling with your hair and giving your scalp a light massage. Needless to say, Belphie stayed awake longer than you did. Not by much though, and it was safe to say the experiment ended in a total failure.