#and levi seems to be the only exception

[snkyou]

Absolutely obsessed with this statue 😭

[mcrdvcks]

— love language

summary: You and Matt are now dating, but you haven't told anyone. How long will it take your friends to notice?

word count: 3.4k+

pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!reader

notes: i had this idea after writing goodnight n go (which is technically the first part, but you don't need to read it to understand this). anyways, here's a bunch of fluff

warnings/tags: after endgame but date is not specified, best friends to lovers, reader works at stark industries, matt is a cocky little shit, making out

Things moved on normally, the only thing that had changed in the past month was that you two weren’t just friends but dating.

You didn’t realize it, but you were already quite close to Matt.

Matt chuckled, his arm hooked around yours as the two of you waited in line for coffee. “Really?” He asked sarcastically.

“Ugh.” You elbowed him. “You’re an ass.”

“I’m just saying, what kinda friends have a toothbrush at their place?” He tapped his cane against the floor lightly.

You tilted your head. “Uhhh… pretty sure at one point Foggy had a toothbrush at your place.”

“That he never used other than one time.”

You scoffed, nudging his side again. "Still counts."

Matt smirked. "Does it?"

"Yes, because that means I’m not the weird one here. You just have a habit of letting people leave their stuff at your place."

Matt tilted his head slightly, feigning thoughtfulness. "Interesting theory. Except you’re the only person whose toothbrush has stayed."

You opened your mouth to argue, then paused, realizing he was right. "Okay, fine, but that’s only because—"

"You stay over all the time?"

You huffed, rolling your eyes. "You’re impossible."

"And yet, here you are," he teased, squeezing your arm lightly before stepping forward to order.

---

Foggy opened the door to Matt’s office. “Hey, did you ever finish the deposition for the Martin case?”

Matt put down the fork to his Pad Thai, leaving it in the Styrofoam container. “Yeah, I did.”

You took the opportunity, snatching the fork from his container and stealing a bite of his Pad Thai. Matt huffed, but you could hear the amusement in it.

"Really?" he murmured.

"You put it down," you said, chewing. "That means it's fair game."

Foggy barely glanced up from the papers in his hand. "She’s got a point, Matt. You know the rules."

Matt exhaled sharply, shaking his head as he blindly reached for the fork still in your grip. You dodged, keeping it out of his reach as you took another bite.

Foggy flipped a page. "Anyway, judge pushed the hearing back a week, which is good because it gives us time to go over the new witness statement. Karen’s taking a look at it now."

Matt hummed in acknowledgment, still trying to reclaim his fork. You smirked, shifting slightly in his lap. He retaliated by sliding an arm around your waist, pinning you in place.

"You gonna give that back?" he murmured.

"Maybe," you teased, holding it just out of reach.

Foggy sighed, still not looking up. "If you two devolve into a full-on fork battle, at least take it outside. I don’t need Pad Thai in the depositions."

Matt smirked, finally managing to grab the utensil from your grip. "Noted."

You huffed but didn’t move, resting your elbow on his shoulder instead. "Fine. I got what I wanted anyway."

Matt chuckled, shaking his head as he twirled the fork back into his food.

Foggy snapped the folder shut. "Alright, well, since you two seem busy, I’ll go see if Karen needs help."

"Let us know if you need anything," Matt said easily.

"Yeah, yeah," Foggy muttered, already halfway out the door.

---

Josie’s was loud and crowded as always, but at this point it was like a second home. You were telling Karen about an incident in the lab. “—Levi somehow hooks the string around the sprinkler and pulls. I get an alert on my tablet and rush over to the lab. Turns out, when he pulled the sprinkler, he also pulled part of the main water line. All for a tiny qubit that got stuck on the ceiling.”

Karen snorted, shaking her head. "Please tell me this guy got fired."

"Nope," you said, sipping your drink. "Because technically, it worked. The qubit came loose. He just, y’know… flooded half the floor in the process."

Karen groaned. "God, Stark Industries sounds like a nightmare sometimes."

"You have no idea," you muttered, setting your glass down.

As you kept talking, you felt your shirt strap slide down your shoulder. It wasn’t anything major, just a slight shift, but before you could adjust it yourself, Matt did it for you.

His hand found your shoulder with ease, fingers brushing your skin as he hooked the strap with two fingers and guided it back into place. It was quick, thoughtless, something he’d probably done a hundred times before without even realizing.

Karen barely blinked.

You didn’t think much of it either, continuing on. "Anyway, Levi tried to convince me it was an 'engineering breakthrough' and that 'technically' he proved a new method of remote retrieval—"

"You’re kidding," Karen deadpanned.

"Oh, I wish."

Matt smirked beside you, listening quietly. His arm was resting along the back of your chair, close but not overbearing.

Karen leaned forward, taking another sip of her drink. "So what’d you do?"

You grinned. "Told him if he ever did that again, I’d make sure the next thing he got stuck was his own head in the centrifuge."

Karen burst out laughing. "And let me guess—he immediately backed down."

"Pretty much," you said smugly.

Matt chuckled, shaking his head. "You really are terrifying sometimes."

"And yet, here you are," you teased, echoing the same words you’d said to him earlier that morning.

Matt tilted his head slightly, smirk deepening. "Guess I have a thing for danger."

Karen rolled her eyes but didn’t comment. She was too used to the way you two interacted, and nothing about tonight seemed different from any other night.

---

“You didn’t have to come.” Matt murmured, as your hands combed through his hair. “It’s just a mugging case.”

“And yet,” you pulled your hands away. “You were goin’ to walk in there with hair like that.” You gave him a grin. “I helped you devil boy. Oh, wait.”

You pulled his red-lensed glasses off before cleaning them with your shirt. Matt huffed, tilting his head slightly. "You know, most people don’t manhandle my things without permission."

"Most people aren’t me," you shot back, flipping the glasses open and sliding them back onto his face.

Matt’s lips twitched, but he didn’t argue.

Foggy sighed from beside you. "How do you two have time for this while standing outside a courtroom?"

Karen smirked, arms crossed. "Multitasking."

You grinned. "Exactly. I’m helping him and annoying him at the same time."

Matt let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. "You really do take your job seriously."

"Obviously."

Before Foggy could reply, the courtroom doors opened, and the previous case let out, lawyers and reporters filing into the hallway. The four of you straightened slightly as Matt rolled his shoulders, settling into courtroom mode.

"Alright," Matt murmured, adjusting his tie. "Let’s get this over with."

You reached out instinctively, running a hand down the front of his suit, smoothing the fabric. "You’re good."

Matt caught your wrist before you could pull away, his thumb brushing over your pulse for just a second longer than necessary. “You going to stay?”

“Yep. I’ll be sittin’ in the front row looking pretty.”

Foggy snorted. "Sittin’ pretty? That’s your plan?"

"Someone’s gotta balance out Matt’s whole intimidating blind lawyer thing," you teased, adjusting your bag over your shoulder.

Matt smirked. "Intimidating, huh?"

"You know what you do," you muttered, patting his chest once before stepping back.

Karen chuckled, shaking her head. "Alright, let’s get in there before we miss the good part."

The courtroom was already filling up when you and Karen slipped into the front row, Matt and Foggy making their way to the bench. You crossed one leg over the other, leaning back slightly as you pulled your phone from your bag, muting notifications.

"You know, sometimes I forget you don’t actually work for them," Karen mused, watching as you settled in.

You glanced at her. "Why?"

Karen shrugged. "You’re here so often, always involved in their cases, bringing them food, making sure Matt doesn’t walk into court looking like he just crawled out of a dumpster—"

"Hey," you cut in. "I don’t make him look good. He just listens to me when I tell him to fix his tie."

Karen smirked, tilting her head. "Mhm."

You rolled your eyes, looking toward the front of the courtroom. Matt and Foggy were talking in hushed tones, Foggy flipping through a stack of papers while Matt leaned slightly toward him, nodding at something he said.

Karen was still watching you, but you ignored her.

The judge entered, and the room settled as the proceedings began.

---

The hearing wasn’t long, but it was long enough for you to notice Karen sneaking glances at you every so often. You didn’t say anything, keeping your focus on the case.

Matt and Foggy handled it well, as expected. You knew Matt’s confidence in the courtroom was unmatched, and even though you couldn’t see his eyes behind the red lenses, you knew he was completely locked in, analyzing every shift in the judge’s tone, every heartbeat in the room.

By the time the judge adjourned the hearing, you were stretching slightly, rolling your shoulders as you stood.

Matt and Foggy approached, gathering their things. "Well," Foggy said, stuffing papers into his briefcase. "That went about as well as it could’ve."

Matt hummed in agreement. "We should have a decision in a few days."

Karen exhaled. "That was exhausting to watch, so I can’t imagine how you two feel."

Matt smiled. "Used to it."

You reached out, fixing the fold of his pocket square before he could tuck his cane under his arm. "You did good."

Matt turned his head toward you slightly, smirk playing at his lips. "Yeah?"

You huffed. "Yeah, Murdock. Try not to look so smug about it."

Foggy raised a brow, gaze flickering between the two of you for a second. Karen, too, was watching, something unreadable in her expression.

Neither of them said anything.

"Alright," Foggy finally broke the silence, snapping his briefcase shut. "Lunch? Please? I need food after all that legal jargon."

"Agreed," Karen said.

You nodded. "Sounds good to me."

Matt tapped his cane against the floor once, falling into step beside you. Karen shot one last glance between the two of you but still said nothing.

---

You pulled out an expired container of milk. “Matty, I seriously don’t know how you, of all people, didn’t notice you had 2-week expired milk in your fridge.”

Matt smirked from where he was leaning against the counter, arms crossed over his chest. "You think I make a habit of sniffing my milk cartons?"

You made a face, waving the expired container in his direction. "Considering you should be able to smell the rotting dairy in your fridge? Yeah, actually, I do."

Matt huffed a quiet laugh, stepping forward as you popped the lid open and took an experimental sniff—only to gag immediately.

"Jesus Christ," you muttered, shoving the carton at him. "Smell it. I dare you."

Matt wrinkled his nose, taking a slight step back. "I’ll pass."

"Uh-huh, that’s what I thought." You shut the carton and tossed it in the trash before opening the fridge again. "When’s the last time you actually bought groceries?"

Matt leaned against the counter, lips twitching. "Don’t know. You usually do it for me."

You shot him a look over your shoulder. "That’s not the win you think it is, Murdock."

"I don’t know," he murmured, stepping behind you, hands settling at your waist. "Feels like a win to me."

Your breath hitched as he leaned in slightly, lips brushing just behind your ear. You huffed, pushing him back lightly with your elbow. "No, you don’t get to distract me. Your fridge is a disaster."

Matt let out a quiet chuckle but didn’t let go entirely. "I’ve survived this long."

"Yeah, because I keep you alive," you muttered, pulling out a sad-looking bag of spinach and holding it up for him. "This? This is a crime."

Matt smirked. "Pretty sure I deal with actual crimes for a living."

"You’re so lucky you’re cute." You tossed the bag onto the counter with a sigh. "Alright, that’s it. We’re going grocery shopping."

"You say that like I have a choice."

"You don’t," you said, shutting the fridge and turning in his arms.

Matt smiled, fingers brushing over your hip before he dropped his hands. "At least let me buy you dinner after."

You narrowed your eyes playfully. "Bribing me with food?"

"Wouldn’t be the first time."

You rolled your eyes, but the smirk you tried to suppress still made its way onto your lips. "Fine. But you’re carrying all the bags."

"Deal," Matt murmured, reaching for his cane.

You grabbed your coat, glancing at him as he adjusted his watch. "And I’m making sure you don’t buy anything that will expire in two days."

Matt chuckled. "Now that’s just cruel."

---

The grocery store was relatively quiet for a Friday night, the kind of late-evening lull where the only customers were people grabbing last-minute dinner ingredients or, in Matt’s case, replacing an entire fridge’s worth of expired food.

You pushed the cart while Matt walked beside you, his hand resting lightly at the crook of your elbow. "Alright, first things first," you said, steering the cart toward the produce section. "You’re getting actual vegetables. Not just things that used to be vegetables before they died a slow, tragic death in your fridge."

Matt smirked. "I resent that."

"You resent having to eat vegetables," you shot back, picking up a head of lettuce and tossing it into the cart.

Matt tilted his head slightly, like he was considering. "That might be true."

You sighed dramatically. "It’s like taking a toddler shopping."

"You did sign up for this," Matt pointed out, casually trailing his fingers over the display of apples as he passed.

You side-eyed him. "Did I? I don’t remember agreeing to supervise you."

"You knew what you were getting into," he teased, reaching past you to grab an apple and setting it in the cart.

"Yeah, yeah," you muttered, adding a few more. "What else do you need? Other than everything."

Matt hummed, fingers tapping lightly against the handle of the cart. "Bread. Eggs. Coffee."

"Obviously," you muttered, already steering the cart in that direction.

As you walked, Matt’s hand slid from your elbow to your wrist, fingers idly tracing over your pulse before his hand found yours, linking your fingers together like it was nothing.

You squeezed his hand slightly. "If you think holding my hand is gonna distract me from making you buy actual groceries, you’re wrong."

Matt huffed a quiet laugh, thumb brushing over the back of your hand. "Worth a shot."

"Mm-hmm," you mused, scanning the shelves as you walked. You paused near the coffee aisle, reaching for a bag of Matt’s usual blend.

"That one’s good," Matt said, nodding toward it.

You smirked, holding up a different one just to mess with him. "What about this one?"

Matt tilted his head slightly, a smirk playing on his lips. "That one’s decaf."

Your lips parted in mock surprise. "Wow. Look at that. Guess you do pay attention to your groceries."

Matt exhaled a laugh, leaning in slightly. "I pay attention to you."

Your stomach flipped, but you covered it with an eye roll, tossing his usual coffee into the cart before dragging him toward the next aisle.

---

By the time you made it to the checkout, the cart was full. Probably more food than Matt had ever willingly bought for himself.

"You’re never gonna finish all this," he mused as you unloaded onto the conveyor belt.

"You will if you actually cook," you shot back. "And don’t tell me you can’t. I’ve seen you do it."

Matt smirked, handing the cashier his card before you could stop him. "Guess I have no choice now."

You squinted at him. "That sounds suspiciously like a challenge."

Matt tilted his head. "Maybe it is."

You grinned. "Alright, Murdock. Guess I’ll be the judge of whether or not you can actually cook."

Matt chuckled, grabbing the grocery bags as the cashier finished bagging them. "I did offer to buy you dinner."

You crossed your arms. "I thought we were talking restaurant dinner, not Murdock’s Mystery Kitchen dinner."

Matt smirked, shifting the bags in his hands. "I never specified."

You rolled your eyes but reached out, grabbing a couple of bags from him. "Fine. But if you burn anything, I’m taking over."

"Noted," Matt said, leaning in just slightly. "But I wouldn’t underestimate me, sweetheart."

You huffed, shoving a bag at him before walking toward the door. "We’ll see about that, devil boy."

---

“Where’s my shirt? You know, the soft blue one with a star embroidered on it?”

Matt, who was sitting on the couch, fingers tracing a braille legal document, tilted his head. “…Where are your clothes?”

“My—that’s what I’m asking you.” You replied, hands on your hips, leaning against his bedroom door.

Matt’s lips twitched, setting the braille document down on the coffee table. He turned his head slightly, his attention fully on you now. "You’re asking me where your clothes are?"

"Yes, Matty." You sighed, crossing your arms. "I took a shower, and now I can’t find my damn shirt. The soft blue one? The one with the star embroidered on it?"

Matt hummed, pushing himself up from the couch, his movements slow, deliberate. "And you think I did something with it?"

"You have a habit of stealing my clothes," you pointed out. "So yes, you’re my prime suspect."

Matt smirked, stepping toward you. "Interesting accusation, sweetheart."

You didn’t flinch as he closed the distance, his fingers barely brushing along your forearm, trailing up to your shoulder before settling against your jaw.

"You’re not wearing any clothes."

You rolled your eyes. "I am wearing clothes. Just not the ones I want."

Matt exhaled a quiet chuckle, tilting his head slightly. "Bra and underwear don’t count."

"Tell that to every guy who’s ever seen a Victoria’s Secret ad," you muttered.

Matt grinned. "Is that what this is? A show?"

You huffed, lightly swatting at his chest. "You’re impossible."

"And yet, here you are," he teased, echoing your words from earlier, his fingers still lazily tracing the edge of your jaw.

You narrowed your eyes but didn’t pull away. "Are you gonna help me find my shirt or not?"

Matt’s lips twitched. "I’m starting to think you just wanted an excuse to walk around like this."

You scoffed. "Matty, if I wanted to walk around half-naked in your apartment, I would. I don’t need an excuse."

Matt grinned. "Good to know."

You rolled your eyes, stepping back. "So are you gonna help or—"

Before you could finish, Matt turned toward his dresser, fingers trailing over the top before he grabbed something and held it out.

Your missing shirt.

Your jaw dropped. "You knew where it was this whole time?"

Matt shrugged. "You left it here last week. I thought it was mine."

You squinted at him. "Since when do you own a soft blue shirt with a star embroidered on it?"

Matt smirked. "I don’t, but you leave your stuff here so often, I figured it was fair game."

You snatched it from his hands. "Unbelievable."

Matt huffed a laugh, crossing his arms. "You gonna put it on, or do I get to keep enjoying the view?"

You shot him a look, but the heat in his voice sent something warm curling in your stomach. You turned away, slipping the shirt over your head, and when you glanced back, Matt was still smirking.

"Happy now?" you muttered.

Matt hummed, stepping closer again. "Not yet."

Before you could respond, he leaned in, catching your chin between his fingers before pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your lips.

When he pulled back, his smirk deepened. "Now I’m happy."

You scoffed, trying to ignore the way your heart was hammering in your chest. "You’re ridiculous."

"And you love it."

You rolled your eyes but didn’t argue.

---

It was late at night when Matt convinced you to stay. Foggy and Karen were out of the office for the night, leaving just you and Matt doing your separate work.

The office was quiet, save for the occasional rustling of paper and the distant hum of the city outside.

You were perched on Matt’s couch, cross-legged, a set of blueprints spread across your lap while he sat at his desk, reading over a case file. Neither of you spoke, lost in your own work, but there was a comfortable ease to it.

"Are you even getting anything done over there?" Matt asked suddenly, breaking the silence.

You didn’t look up. "Are you?"

He hummed. "I was. Until I realized how unfair this is."

You sighed, already knowing where this was going. "What’s unfair, Matty?"

"You get to sit all comfy on my couch, while I’m stuck here, hard at work."

You snorted. "Hard at work, huh? I didn’t realize whining counted as work."

Matt pushed his chair back, standing slowly. "I think I deserve a break."

You barely glanced up. "Then take one. I’m actually doing something productive."

Matt made his way toward you, hands in his pockets. "Are you?"

You narrowed your eyes, lifting a brow. "Yes. Unlike some people, I have deadlines to meet."

Matt hummed, stepping in front of you. "And yet, you’re still here. With me."

"Because you asked me to stay," you reminded him, flipping a page. "You coerced me."

Matt smirked. "Did I?"

"Yes, you—hey!"

In one swift motion, Matt plucked the blueprints from your lap and set them aside. Before you could protest, he leaned down, hands bracketing your sides as he caged you against the couch.

"Take a break with me, angel," he murmured.

You exhaled, glaring up at him. "You are so—"

Whatever insult you had lined up died in your throat as Matt leaned in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your jaw. His lips brushed over your pulse, deliberate, teasing.

"Annoying?" he murmured.

You swallowed hard. "Distracting."

Matt grinned against your skin. "Mm. I’ll take that."

Your fingers curled around his tie, tugging slightly. "You are so lucky I like you."

Matt chuckled, dipping his head until his lips were just barely grazing yours. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

You closed the distance, kissing him properly.

Matt exhaled against your lips, deepening it immediately. His hands skimmed down your sides, gripping your waist as he pulled you flush against him. You barely noticed when he guided you backward, until the edge of his desk dug into your lower back.

"Matty," you murmured between kisses.

"Mm?"

"I thought we were taking a break."

"This is my break," he murmured, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your throat.

You huffed a quiet laugh, threading your fingers into his hair. "Productive."

Matt grinned against your skin, hands slipping under the hem of your shirt. "You’re the one distracting me, sweetheart."

You rolled your eyes but didn’t stop him, tilting your head slightly to give him better access. His lips trailed back up, capturing yours again in a kiss that left your head spinning.

Neither of you noticed the sound of the front door opening.

At least, you didn’t.

Matt either didn’t hear it, or—more likely—just didn’t care.

"Hey, Matt, I left my phone—"

Foggy’s voice cut through the air like a record scratch.

You froze.

Matt, however, barely reacted. His lips left yours just enough for him to let out a quiet sigh—like he was annoyed—before pressing one last kiss to your jaw.

"Should’ve knocked, Fog," he murmured.

Your entire body was on fire. You didn’t dare turn around. Foggy, for his part, just stood there. Silent. Karen was the one to break it. "Uh."

You exhaled sharply, tilting your head back against the desk. "Jesus Christ."

Matt still didn’t move. He just turned his head slightly in their direction. "You left your phone?"

Foggy blinked. "Yeah." A beat. "But now I kinda wanna leave it here forever."

Karen coughed, her voice tight with suppressed laughter. "Should we leave?"

You groaned, covering your face with your hands.

Matt just smirked. "You could, but I doubt you will."

Karen cleared her throat. "Y’know what? I suddenly really need a drink."

"Yeah, me too," Foggy muttered, grabbing his phone off the desk and speed walking toward the door.

Karen cast one last glance between the two of you, shaking her head before following. The second the door shut behind them, you finally shoved Matt away.

"You knew they were coming, didn’t you!?"

Matt grinned, shrugging. "You said it yourself—I have a habit of coercing you."

You gaped at him. "Murdock."

He just leaned in again, lips ghosting over your ear. "You gonna finish what you started, angel?"

Your face burned. "I started!?"

Matt chuckled, nudging his nose against yours.

"You’re impossible," you muttered, still flustered.

"And yet," Matt murmured, smirking, "here you are."

[arabella0001]

cn: explicit sexual content [nsfw / 18+]. aggressive sex. biting. slighty ehibitionism. aphrodisiac use. dirty talk, 4k+ words.

⟡ fandom: attack on titan | pairing: levi x reader

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To have feelings in times like these it’s such a selfish thought sometimes; it makes you want to scream into your pillow every chance you get.

And worse than that?

To have feelings for the captain of the recruitment division, the irreplaceable, cold, and strict Levi Ackerman was way worse.

You were one of the few left from the old squad. The camaraderie between you and your old comrades was cut off instantly after their death, as if it never existed. And sadly, it created a strange, clumsy distance between you and Levi. The only two survivors.

Not that he was the friendliest man, but the respect between you two was something admirable. Still, delusionally, you sometimes thought… maybe it was more than that.

Maybe he didn’t yell like that at everyone, so loud you’re sure it echoed to the other side of the world, when he thought you’d died on a mission two years ago.

Maybe he didn’t carry everyone in his arms, even when his own body was collapsing from pain, prioritizing your life.

Maybe not everyone got that subtle twitch of his lips that resembled a smile when you two shared tea now and then—and you teased him for being too strict, poking at his side just to get a reaction.

But those childish fantasies crumbled the moment Historia Reiss, the new queen, arrived at tonight’s gathering… and stood a little too close to Levi. The very same Queen who once slapped him—and he let her—and smiled back at her.

The gathering had been Erwin’s idea, a rare celebration after a successful mission. One of the only times there was plenty of food and wine without guilt along with it.

You sat at the table with Hange, who was talking with her mouth full, a mirror of Sasha doing the same. They both gulped down wine afterward, cheeks flushed red from the alcohol.

Though Hange was tipsy, she was still sharp. She noticed it. That quick, nervous glance you threw when Historia’s hand touched Levi’s arm. His gaze wasn’t detached like usual. He was leaning against the wall, engaged in conversation. Actively.

That alone made your fingers tap angrily against the table as you looked around, pretending you were simply bored. Hange gave you an amused look, tilting her chin toward the pair.

You rolled your eyes, but her eyes gleamed with some forbidden idea she wasn’t ready to say out loud yet. Instead, what came out of her mouth was:

“Hm. Did you know the air outside is way fresher in this season? Might be good to check.” Her double-meaning didn’t go unnoticed.

Sasha, unfazed, was more focused on a piece of pork on fresh bread.

“Maybe you should go. You both seem a little heated.”

Hange and Sasha laughed, leaning their heads together, grinning with the euphoria of wine-soaked joy.

“You got us. At least we’re not some bitter old lady who forgot how to have fun.”

You glared. “Hange.”

She raised both hands, mock-defensive.

“What?! I’m just saying, girl!”

But her plan needed to move faster.

“You know what? Follow me.”

Hange stood. Sasha glanced at her but didn’t care enough to ask. Hange didn’t wait—just started walking toward the exit.

You stood too, and you felt someone’s gaze on you from across the room. You ignored it.

But Levi watched your back a little longer than he needed to as you left. Then he returned his attention, somewhat distracted, to Historia’s strategy proposals. He was tired. Too much socializing for one night. Ten minutes of talking with Historia already felt like ten hours. She talked too much. Like everyone else here.

…Except you.

He always sensed the distance between you, one he blamed himself for. It wasn’t a priority, but sometimes, somehow, his thoughts always ended with you. The feelings inside him were small?, faint—but they echoed. He couldn’t name them. They were useless anyway. A weakness.

That’s how it should be. That’s how it must be.

You probably didn’t see him that way anyway.

And he understood. He wasn’t the warmest person alive.

┈─┈─┈─

When Hange saw you dragging your feet, she tugged you by the elbow and threw you into her chaotic, paper-filled office.

Then, from a box, she pulled out a dusty bottle sealed with a wooden cork and tied with twine.

“Let’s make some magic, shall we?”

You wrinkled your nose as she handed it to you, letting you smell it first.

“What the fuck is this? It smells awful.”

Hange waved her hand dramatically, a little wobbly.

“You don’t know what’s good! The old stuff is the best. Heals the body, solves your problems—I’m serious. I’ve tested it.”

“Just because you’re a research freak doesn’t mean I believe everything, you know?”

Still, you took a drink. Your emotions were buzzing too hot in your veins to think straight. The taste was awful but you didn’t stop at one sip.

Hange watched you with something close to admiration. She was happy—mission complete. But her face turned panic-stricken as you kept drinking. She grabbed the bottle out of your hands.

“ENOUGH! This wine is very precious. We should save it.”

You licked your lips. now stained wine-dark and your cheeks flushed fast. You looked at Hange, and your gaze made her grin.

Not me, pretty lady. I’m flattered, but not me.

“I’ll be back in a second. Gotta get some cheese to go with this wine.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”

You collapsed into her surprisingly comfy chair and stared at the wall. But your thoughts turned—obscene. What the hell is happening?

You hadn’t drunk in a while, but this was something else. Your body felt too warm. Too restless. You shifted in your seat, fidgeting endlessly.

⸻

Hange rushed down the hall, nearly crashing into the door—right as Levi was walking out.

“Oh! Just the person I needed!”

“Spare me, Hange. I’ve had enough for tonight.”

Hange just planted a hand on her hip and the other under her chin, dramatically pondering.

“Hmmm. Then who should I ask to help Y/N?”

Levi was about to walk past her but stopped. Gave her a side-glance.

“Help? With what, exactly?”

“Well, let’s say… too much wine can make you lose control of your brain and body? Yeah, that definitely applies.”

Really? You? Drunk as hell? Since when?

“Where is she?”

“My office.”

She smiled far too innocently for Levi not to be suspicious. But he didn’t say anything. He just went straight to you.

┈─┈─┈─

When he opened the door, he found you waving your shirt like a fan, wide open—exposing your dark blue bra.

“Thank god. What the hell took you so long?! I’m dying over here!”

Your eyes shot to the door— And locked on Levi, standing there. His gaze was sharp. Angry. But also very much fixed on your chest.

“Fuck—? What the fuck are you doing here?!”

Your voice cracked, not angry—just embarrassed. You buttoned your shirt furiously.

“When did you become this irresponsible?”

“What? I had a few sips! Are you calling me a alcoholic or what?!”

Your words slurred slightly. Levi’s eyes flicked to the half-empty bottle.

“Looks like it.”

“Oh, shut up. Didn’t you have a conversation to get back to? Or are you just here to lecture me too?”

His thoughts faltered. Your tone… sounded accusing. Jealous? No. Can’t be.

“It’s over.”

You started fanning yourself with Hange’s scattered papers, your body feeling annoyingly uncomfortable—especially in certain areas.

“Nice. Maybe something good will happen.”

Levi froze at the double meaning.

“Something good?”

He picked up the bottle and took a slow sip.

It was disgusting. Weak. This got you drunk?

When you didn’t answer, which was unusual. Levi looked over. You were ignoring him, staring out the window with a sulky expression.

“I asked you something.”

You sighed. “You know… something. You and the bubbly new queen—what a ray of sunshine in this battlefield.”

Your sarcasm wasn’t subtle. Levi’s quiet, firm steps drew closer.

No. No, stay away.

Standing in front of you now, he looked down. Your expression—almost… embarrassed?

A strange wave of heat hit him. Unfamiliar.

“You find that funny?”

“Maybe. The bright little queen with the cold, sharp captain. What a pair.”

You snorted nervously, trying to mask it with a smile. Levi didn’t know why this stupid conversation was continuing. Why he was still standing here. You were fine. He should leave.

“You sound offended.”

The fact that he didn’t deny it almost made you want to push him from your face. But instead… the vulnerability in your body, his presence, pushed you in another way.

“Do you like her?”

Levi didn’t know what shocked him more, your question, or how red your cheeks suddenly were.

“No.”

You stared at him until you were sure he wasn’t lying. Then looked away.

“Why ask?”

“Curiosity.”

He stepped closer.

“Do I look like someone who doesn’t think clearly?”

“No?”

“Then why lie to me?”

You avoided his gaze. But when Levi’s hand gently tilted your chin toward him you froze. His fingers were shockingly gentle on your skin.

And just like that he knew something was off.

“What did Hange say before she left?”

You groaned.

“That she’d be right back. That traitor.”

Something was missing. Levi picked up the bottle, poured a bit onto his finger.

“Hey! You’re wasting precious wine—”

“Shut up.”

You muttered, “Mean.”

He didn’t answer, even though he should’ve.

You were talking too much. More than usual.

The liquid glistened faintly. Levi frowned. Aphrodisiac.

He looked at you again and slowly scanning from head to toe. You gulped.

“I think Hange tricked us both into drinking it wine with aphrodisiac…For… some unknown reason. That fucking psycho—”

But he cut himself off when he saw you sinking into the chair in shame.

“Do you know something I don’t?”

“No?”

“Y/N.”

A pause.

“No.”

“No, or you don’t want to say?”

He was being so persistent, it scared you. The fact that you both took it. That he was this close. That you couldn’t stop thinking about how beautiful he was. How badly you wanted him right here, right now. You slammed your head onto the desk.

“Leave. Please.”

“Speak now, or I’ll go.”

“Why should you need to know? It doesn’t matter.” You muttered, head still buried.

“I don’t like lies. Or people hiding—”

You shot up suddenly, furious.

“OKAY. I fucking like you, okay?! For a long time…since we were…nevermind. She probably set me up!”

Levi’s ears rang. He didn’t hear that right.

But your heaving chest and the brutal honesty in your eyes said otherwise. And he couldn’t respond. Didn’t know how to.

He just stared.

Embarrassing. God, this was so embarrassing. You thought.

You stood up clumsily, ready to storm past him and vanish but Levi reacted instinctively. His hand grabbed your arm.

“W-what?”

Levi considered himself an idiot before making the most impulsive decision of his life. But all thoughts vanished when his lips pressed against yours.

┈─┈─┈─

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment when you moaned the second Levi tried to deepen the kiss. His veiny hand cupped your cheek while your hand found the back of his undercut curtain hair. When his lips left yours, you chased them, but his darkened gaze locked you in place, your breath irregular.

Fuck it, Levi thought.

He kissed you again, dominating the way his lips pressed onto yours, forcing you to open them. But you were far too happy to do it now, your tongue dancing with his in an aggressive competition over who wanted the other more.

He guided you backward until your ass hit the desk, lifting you by your thighs instantly so you were sitting on it. Returning between your legs and dragging them until they locked around him. He groaned in your mouth when he felt you grind on him.

How did it come to this?

He began to move slower until he tried to calm himself down, to regain control, his head dropping over your shoulder.

“This isn’t okay. We’re not in control.”

“You don’t want me?”

Levi’s head tilted back to meet your gaze.

“Don’t want you? I want to fuck you this second if I did what I wanted now.”

You gasped, chasing his hips.

“Y/N.”

“You only want me now?”

Your gaze was so convincing, lustful, that if he stayed here much longer, he wouldn’t be responsible for his actions. But he thought twice before making an irresponsible confession in a situation like this. Fuck you, Hange.

“No.”

His short answer made your heart leap out of your chest. And the look in his eyes was enough to confirm he wasn’t lying.

“Then fuck me.”

He let out a low, mocking laugh.

“Tomorrow morning to be damn sure you’ll regret how brave you were last night.”

The pressure between your legs made you squeeze them around him, chasing relief.

“I don’t care.”

He tilted his mouth into a small smile, whispering in your ear.

“Yeah?” He took your earlobe in his mouth, making you shiver. “I even think you don’t want me to fuck you.” Your whine urged him to bite your earlobe before soothing it with his lips. “Two fingers are all I need to get the job done.”

“L-Levi.”

Your mind couldn’t comprehend how he was speaking to you right now—only that it made you unbearably wet.

His fingers traveled along your body before cupping your breast and chasing your mouth. You moaned against his lips, your hand on the back of his head pushing him further into your kiss. He was already addicted to how you responded to him.

Levi’s fingers went lower, raising goosebumps across your skin until he teased your inner thighs.

You whimpered in his mouth, furrowing your brows in impatience from his teasing. But he couldn’t wait anymore—he needed to feel it. He let out a low growl at your wet, clothed panties.

“For how fucking long have you been thinking about me to be like this right now?” A string of saliva connected you both, his hand cupping your pussy before you leaned into his mouth, but he didn’t give you the choice. “Tell me.”

“All night.”

“You fucking kidding me.” His lips left wet kisses along your neck, marking you again with his teeth, still biting lightly.

His fingers pushed your panties aside to reach your clit, starting to move in quick circles considering how wet you were even before he went lower for one of your holes. He tested with one finger, but when he didn’t find much resistance, your moan lingered in your throat before continuing with harder finger-fucking until he added a second finger.

“F-fuck, Levi!”

His dark strands, now damp with sweat from how hot his body felt, stuck slightly in his serious gaze, dilated pupils pulling him far from his image as a strict squad captain. He didn’t look like one anymore. He looked like a man who would do anything in this moment to make you feel good.

Levi had been fed up for some time now with being such a control freak, suppressing his emotions even though Erwin had never advised it—just something Levi knew how to do best. But now? He didn’t give a shit anymore. At least once, he could allow himself this.

“Yeah?” Levi’s lips brushed against yours faintly, his warm breath on them.

“More, I need more—”

He moved you instantly and pushed you forward even more, exposing your ass under your skirt, still covered by the white tights he immediately tore apart.

“Levi, for fuck’s sake—”

He slapped your ass—not hard enough to hurt, but enough to sting—then soothed it when you whimpered. Then he did it again in the same spot before switching to the other cheek. Your breathing was difficult to control, your eyes wide open in ecstasy. It wasn’t hard to guess he liked things like this, and it wasn’t hard to guess that you liked them too.

“You want more? Then fucking take more.”

He spread your ass cheeks, and you felt too aroused to feel shame as he knelt down, right in front of your ass, and began to lick you. It shocked you so much that your back arched even more, your mouth wide open from the sensations his exaggeratedly attentive tongue gave to every spot in your most intimate area. Your legs started trembling as Levi continued licking both holes, then up toward your clit and pushing his fingers back in.

“Please, please. Now, I can’t wait—”

He stood up, leaning over you, his hand moving in front of your body until it found your chin, lifting it while your skin shivered from your ear downward.

“And what can’t you wait for, cadet?”

You almost groaned in frustration, but your hole clenched around nothing, your body telling you directly what his words did to you. If you had known Levi was like this in bed, you would’ve listened to Hange a long time ago. But you knew the aphrodisiac played a role too.

“Damn it, Levi—”

He turned your head further, your body instinctively arching into him, feeling how affected he was by your presence too.

“Tell me.”

“I can’t wait any longer for you to fuck me, Levi. Fuck me, please!”

Your voice was rushed, yet full of sensuality mixed with desperation.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” His mocking tone didn’t disappear—behind closed doors, his usual attitude still lingered.

“S-shut up. Lock the door!”

He was undoing his pants, and all you heard was the rustle of clothing and the sound of a belt falling to the floor.

“I don’t care about that damn door.”

You couldn’t lie that it turned you on a little. The probability of someone coming here was very low, considering how far your desk was from the others. But with how loud you were, that probability could rise.

You looked over your shoulder, noticing, in your opinion, one of the most beautiful cocks—veiny, with the tip dripping proof of how turned on he was, its considerable length adding to the effect. You looked at his dick, then at him, with an awe-struck expression that made Levi’s mouth twitch slightly. Not that he cared about this kind of thing; his ego had been completely unraveled a long time ago, back in childhood. But the scary, lustful look on your face? It drove him like a caged animal to give you more than you could take.

He teased you, slowly moving his cock between your ass cheeks and barely penetrating your pussy. You didn’t even have time to complain before he began thrusting into you, both of you opening your mouths in sync from the pleasure.

He pushed in to the end—some of him still outside—and bent over until his mouth touched your shoulder, sucking it before he began moving inside you. He had to calm himself a little so he didn’t come like some pathetic teenager who couldn’t handle puberty.

His heavy breathing turned you on even more, and when his thrusts became slower but deeper, your voice didn’t stop moaning his name until he put his hand over your mouth.

“You want me to close the door for what? You’re still yelling loud enough for everyone to hear.” His groans didn’t stop though, a sound you never thought you’d hear from him. “Never thought you’d feel so good.”

He moved his hand from your mouth, letting one finger stretch your lips as he fucked you harder. The other hand stayed on your back to support his rough thrusts.

“You’ve thought of me like this before?” Your answers irritated Levi because they turned him on even more, letting him speak too openly about something he shouldn’t.

“You have no idea.”

His answer came voluntarily, simple, but it still made your heart clench. You let out a sound of frustration when he pulled out, your body leaning back toward him to find him again but he turned you to face him, which was even worse.

His piercing eyes immobilized you and suddenly you remembered what shame felt like when Levi was staring at you, perplexed by how beautiful you looked, his gaze dropping from your swollen lips, to your aroused breasts, then between your legs.

You pulled him by the shirt to kiss you, and he didn’t pull back; on the contrary, his hands cupped your head to keep you in place while he devoured you, the kiss messy again, you moaning into his mouth, trying to pull off his black shirt, wrinkled with passion. Your hands felt the muscles he built through harsh training and punishment, your eyes tracing the scars that reminded you how strong he was.

Your vulnerable gaze after Levi kissed down your neck and looked back at you was too much for him to handle. He couldn’t think about what he felt for you right now. It was out of the question but his softened eyes still caressed your soul.

He placed both hands on your thighs and lifted you slightly on the desk before spreading your legs and entering you. Your hands went around his shoulder, your head falling there too as Levi grunted in your ear with every deep thrust.

“Come for me first.”

He turned his head slightly toward you to meet your gaze while his fingers moved to your clit to help you. The excessive wetness made it easy for him to bring you to the edge, even though you could’ve stayed in this moment forever with Levi inside you. So close.

You turned to face him, making sounds that bordered crying while you looked at him, and he can only murmur:

“Yes, just like this. Do it for me. Do it now.”

His eyes never left yours until your head tilted back slightly, your body shaking uncontrollably as your legs, previously locked around his ass, loosened and fell until Levi’s hand grabbed one of them and the other cupped your cheek, not letting you look away as you came. He couldn’t forget this look. He needed it.

His erratic movements became harsher until he pulled out, stroking himself until the last drop spilled on your belly and a little lower. Your hands were barely holding you up on the desk. The aphrodisiac was almost halfway worn off, but your mind was still obsessively drawn to Levi and his presence.

But the shame you felt now was even stronger, trying to cover yourself, not wanting to feel so exposed anymore. But Levi only memorized how special you were to him; and not just because of the sex, but in general. Memories rebuilt themselves in his mind as if they were yesterday, of how much you’d been there for him through his life.

He pulled himself out of those thoughts, not allowing himself to drown in them. Hs hadn’t even allowed himself to get here before, but here they were.

He looked through drawers and around the desk until he found some wet wipes to clean you, at least superficially, because he couldn’t stand making a mess, especially not on someone like you. He lifted you off the desk, seeing your fragile legs, but you surprised him by hugging him tightly, not letting him protest how hard you held him.

“Y/N.”

Even if he couldn’t believe it, he couldn’t do anything to stop it. His hands still weren’t touching you.

“Hug me back, Levi. Please.”

He felt a lump in his throat, suffocated by your love. But he hugged you back, one hand cradling your head as he stared blankly. It was hard to accept this from someone. But you weren’t just anyone.

“You’ll catch a cold if you stay naked much longer.”

Your voice was muffled by his shoulder.

“I don’t care.”

You squeezed him tighter, now that you had him this open, you couldn’t let go so easily.

He leaned toward the desk, stretching his hand to grab a shirt to cover you. That melted your soul even more.

“I wanna sleep with you.”

“Y/N, you know it’s not allowed for a commander to sleep in the same bed with another—”

“Please, Levi. I don’t think I can breathe well without it.”

He was annoyed at you and your rule-breaking, exhaling an irritated sigh—but didn’t say anything at first.

“If you don’t come as subtly as possible in the middle of the night, I swear I’ll make you regret it.”

You lifted your face from his chest and smiled at him, sincerely. Though his expression seemed serious, there was a playful one underneath. Levi’s walls were down tonight for you. And maybe, they would stay open more often. Life is too short not to love each other in the limited time you have.

You pressed your face back into his chest, hugging him tighter. From the outside, the image was as romantic as it could be—the two of you at the center of the office, moonlight covering your bodies and leaving only your shadow as proof that, in this moment, you truly belonged to each other. No one else.

[demonvibez]

Showering with Diavolo

Characters: Lord Diavolo x GN Reader Word Count: 2.3k+ Rating: Mature/Explicit [MDNI] Tags: a lil fluff, unprotected penetration, outercourse, fangs/marking, gn body parts A/N: Received this request as a comment under this fic so of course I had to write a lil headcanon/drabble about my husband, lol. Anyways, hope y'all like this - I could go on about Showertime Dia forever ♡

-> Typically Lord Diavolo has to adhere to a very strict schedule, his life filled with routine. Sadly, his hygiene regiment is no different - quick fifteen minute showers, six days per week, with the exception of his weekly bubble bath. 

-> Most of his showers are quite quick and methodical, starting with his hair and working his way to washing his body. At the end of the fifteen minutes, Barbatos is usually there to greet him with his towel and uniform, eager to get the Young Master's very busy day started.

-> He has probably been gifted every hair-care and body gel to ever exist in the Devildom. But instead, his favorite is one you gifted him, and he is sure to use it everyday. The moment the musky-amber scent hits his nostrils in the morning, it reminds him of you, and he just knows he'll have a good day that day.

-> On Saturday evenings, however, the Prince has a little more time to himself - he pours himself some Demonus and settles into his jacuzzi-style bathtub, the water jets melting away the week's worries.

-> He usually uses the time to catch up on whatever popular shows he's missed, the television in his bathroom being a new addition. You had given him this idea - you told him that 'even the future king needs a little bit of me time,' and he started crafting an Akuzon order almost immediately after you walked off to class.

-> He lets himself drift off into his own peaceful oasis - too often falling into slumber, as thoughts of you turn into dreams. Lately though, he can't help but to feel like something is missing - that sitting in this jacuzzi makes him feel a bit lonely.

♡ "If only you were here with me now," he whispers to himself, before letting out a sigh and sinking beneath the water's surface.

-> Luckily for Lord Diavolo, the stars would soon align in his favor, and the fates would push you two closer together. It all started on a camping trip with the usual crowd from RAD. Diavolo had volunteered to help you gather some firewood - a rather simple task, one would think. Instead this task ended with the two of you running into a pack of wild hellhounds, and getting pushed into a mud pit while attempting to play with them. Barbatos looked rather perturbed when he saw the two of you arrive back at camp, but you assured him that everything was fine. 'Come on, let's get cleaned up,' you say with a smirk to a slightly shocked (and very giddy) Diavolo, your fingers entwining with his as you pull him towards the camp showers.

-> He isn't usually a shy demon, but when it comes to stripping down and getting into this shower with you, he can't seem to keep the blush on his face under control. What started as a nice shower together, washing each other's hair and giggling as you splash each other, ends with the two of you in a passionate embrace. With your legs wrapped around his torso, your lips collide as the cool shower's water cascades down Diavolo's toned back. It definitely would have gone further, had the two of you not been interrupted by Mammon and Levi banging on the door. (He did invite you back to his tent afterwards, so the night was not completely lost. Mammon and Levi were also lectured by Lucifer, 'for their shame and disrespect' as he puts it - but that's a different story.)

-> Ever since that night on the camping trip, your relationship has blossomed, and the two to of you spend as much time together as possible. You usually alternate between staying over with each other - most of the time you go over to stay with him in the Castle, but every now and then you are able to convince Lucifer that the House is clean enough for your Royal Boyfriend to spend the night.

-> The first time he stays over, of course the two of you shower together! You ask him if you should text Barbatos to bring over some of his shower supplies, but Diavolo insists on using yours, excited to smell like your signature scent for the rest of the day. He'll always insist on using your products - a light breeze of that scent helps him get through those endless meetings! (Although it does tend to make his mind wander...)

♡ Showers with Diavolo are always a mix of spontaneous and sensual. One moment you're splashing each other with soap suds, playing 'keep away' with the loofah…the next he has you pinned to the wall, unable to resist the way you look up at him, and he can't stop his lips from crashing onto yours. 

♡ It doesn't take much effort for him to pick you up, cradling you in his arms as the shower rains down onto the both of you - and now you can finally finish what the two of you started on that night camping; what Diavolo has been fantasizing about ever since. Your hands slide his damp crimson hair back out of his face, gripping it in the back as your tongues collide. You can feel Dia's thick throbbing cock teasing you, and all you can do is grind against him. 

♡ He slides into you so effortlessly - as if you were made for him. Your arousal made you putty in his hands, your tight little hole adjusting to him after only a moment - but you still couldn't help the gasp you let out at his size, your eyes widening at the sensation.

♡ Every thrust in this position feels new, an unfathomable pleasure previously undiscovered. A new high, with no sight of the top. Each stroke hits so deeply within you with an electric feel, the rush of pleasure getting sent up to your brain, overstimulating all of your senses. The euphoria continues to build, and you don't know if it will ever end - if the tension will ever snap. 

♡ The rising pleasure within you is starting to overwhelm you, having never felt so full before. Just when you thought you couldn't handle much more, the Prince slides one of his hands down to your sex, massaging you in tandem with his pace. Your nails dig into the flesh of his muscular shoulders as he finally pushes you over the edge. He finds himself following suit not long after, the feeling of your tight hole clenching around him making him unable to hold back any longer.

♡ Both of your moans fill the air as you ride out your climax together. Gasping for air, you hear a knock on the glass of the shower's door - you were so wrapped up in this moment together that neither of you heard Barbatos enter the bathroom. He waited until it sounded as though the two of you were finished before he interrupted your 'shower' - and now he's reminding you of the Young Master's busy schedule for today in a scolding tone, as he holds out towels for you both. Oops.

-> Anyways, you also love spending weekends at the Castle with him - it's easier to flow with his schedule that way. And of course Diavolo is going to invite you to his Saturday night soak; you're his favorite human, his lover, his partner…and it was originally your idea, in the first place! 

-> Just know that this demon spent extensive time planning out your first bubble bath together - he had to pull out all of the stops! 

-> The Friday morning beforehand, Barbatos comes in to wake up his Young Prince, only to find him already awake and making a rather large Akuzon order on his DDD. Scented candles, chocolate covered hellberries, vintage spirits - he was even considering calling in one of his favors to see if he could get some Celestial bubble bath expedited from the angelic realm. Cost is of no issue to him, wanting nothing more than to ensure the night's success. Barbatos scolds him several times throughout the day, the Prince seemingly distracted and prioritizing his night in with you over his paperwork. 

-> When the time comes to set everything up, Diavolo insists on doing everything himself. He even threatens bribes Barbatos into going to Purgatory Hall for the evening - all so that he can do it all alone, eager to show you how much he cares about you. He has a brief moment of doubt as some of the Celestial bubble bath accidentally overflows onto the floor...but you're worth it, and he finishes fixing it all up right as you ring the front entrance anyways.

-> The scene set in his bathroom is so romantic, you wonder for a moment if you're actually in a movie. Abyss flower petals scattered around the floor. Candles set around the tub, the flickering glow dancing against the bathroom's tiles. Scented bubbles gently fizzing and popping, the light aroma filling the air and instantly making you feel relaxed. A bottle of champagne, specially ordered from the human realm, and set in an enchanted bucket of ice next to two hell-crystal champagne flutes. And your gorgeous Demon Prince standing in front of you, gently grabbing your hand to press his lips to your knuckles before he leads you over to the tub. If this is a dream, you definitely don't want to wake up...

-> After the two of you disrobe, you settle into the jacuzzi, and Diavolo gets you each a glass of champagne right after he presses the button to start up the water jets.

♡ It doesn't take much bubbly for the two of you to find yourselves in another heated moment - but the truth was, neither of you could hardly wait to jump the other from the moment you entered the bath's warm water. And now you find yourself in his lap, bouncing on his huge throbbing cock, the feeling of it filling you surprising you yet again. Every new position with the Prince feels like new territory, the way he strokes so deeply within you. Making you feel things you never have before - hitting spots you didn't know existed. This type of adventurous pleasure could become addicting...

♡ His golden eyes smolder with lust as he watches you, every gasp that escapes your lips pushing him closer and closer. Your little human hands grip at his scalp as his own fingers sink into the flesh of your hips. His lips find your neck, and his kisses gradually turn into light love bites, his fangs nipping little marks onto your skin as he thrusts up into you.

♡ "So good...all mine," he mumbles possessively against your neck.

♡ Your moans grow louder as Diavolo starts thrusting faster, taking the reigns as you let the building bliss take over your senses. He pulls away from you to see the way your eyes roll back in ecstasy as his hand glides down to your sex, massaging you in that spot that he knows drives you absolutely wild. Consumed by pleasure, that warm feeling of euphoria washes over you, your orgasm making you feel weightless in Diavolo's muscular arms. 

♡ He's not done with you yet though - not even close. Switching positions, he picks you up in his arms and sets you down on the recessed bench in his bathtub. His hand grips under your thigh and pushes your leg up, a groan escaping his lips as he slides himself back into you. It had been merely a few moments, yet he had already missed the feeling of your tight warmth squeezing him so perfectly.

♡ He thrusts into you roughly and suddenly, the bath's water splashing and rippling against his gorgeous caramel skin with each stroke. You hadn't even come down from the high of your first orgasm, still feeling the aftershocks as Diavolo begins to fuck you faster and faster.

♡ Losing all restraint, his demon form slips out only a few moments before he hits his climax, causing his cock to grow even bigger. Your eyes widen as you feel him, his wings outstretched as he fills you with his royal seed - and you can't help but to join him, your orgasm overtaking you as well.

♡ Both panting for air, he picks you up and sits down with you in his lap, still throbbing deeply within you. He wraps his arms around you to hold you as you both catch your breath. Neither of you can help the smiles plastered across your faces, that blissful feeling still remaining as you sit with him in his loving embrace. Your cheek rests against his chest as his rests on top of your head, and he just knows that this is the happiest he's ever been in his long, demonic life.

-> Afterwards, as the two of you get ready for bed, Diavolo can't help the way his heart swells when he sees the way you've settled into his room. The way your things line the counter of his sink. The way you go to his wardrobe to retrieve your pajamas, instead of your bag. It's almost as if you live here in this Castle with him already - a thought as sweet as candy for the Young Devildom Prince. 

-> And as you lay there snuggled up in his arms, your face buried in the crook of his neck, Diavolo contemplates asking you to move in with him right then and there. But you've already drifted off to sleep, so that will have to wait for another time. Looking down at you lovingly, his heart feels so full - he presses a kiss to the top of your head before laying back on his pillow, his eyes fluttering shut.

♡ "I love you so much," he whispers as he drifts off into his own slumber. With you in his arms and in his dreams, the Future Demon King can't help but to smile in his sleep. 

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[bloomries]

our compatibility is... 0%!?

includes : lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, and belphegor.

summary : you come across one of those 'compatibility' quizzes and decide to take it as a joke— only for the results to end up saying you two are NOT perfect for each other!? what!?

warnings : gn! reader. insecurities.

LUCIFER

Lucifer had always been very popular with his good looks, so you really weren't all that surprised to see the Devildom heartthrob on a magazine cover with the promise of a compatibility quiz inside. You decided to buy it just for laughs.

"Must you really?" He sighs, shaking his head at your childish antics. Lucifer, however, couldn't deny the little bit of excitement he felt knowing you'd score a perfect 100- except as you circled your answered and tallied up your score...

Lucifer scoffed, taking the magazine and putting on his reading glasses. Well this is just ridiculous! He shook his head, tossing the magazine to the side. "What do those idiots know anyways?" He glances at you, hoping you weren't too upset by the results, only for him to see you giggling. Were you happy with the results, or perhaps are you laughing at him?

Seeing his mood begin to sour at both of those thoughts, you rest your head on his shoulder and take hold of his hand. "We seem to have a habit of beating the odds, don't we?"

Oh? So that's what made you so happy? Knowing that you two some how managed to fall so deeply in love, despite being opposites, despite the odds being pitted against you two time and time again? Yes, he concludes internally, your love was extraordinary.

MAMMON

"Look, your super hot boyfriend is on the cover of this months magazine." He says, throwing down the magazine in front of you. You quirk a brow, forgetting earlier this month about his photoshoot, and flipped through the pages, smiling at the sight of him.

"You look very handsome," You coo, leaning up to give him a kiss before you flipped to that page. Mammon instantly grew hot in the face and tried to snatch the magazine back but it was too late, your interest was piqued.

"Ohoho? What's this? A dating quiz?" You wiggle brows, answering the questions in your head.

"Give it back, 's embarrassin'!" He whined, still trying to get it but it's too late, you've turned the page to get your answer and-

"Wha- we aren't compatible!?" You turn to face Mammon with a frown, giving him the magazine back.

"Wait what?!" Finally he snatches the magazine from you and reads the questions before frowning as he flips to the answer page and, "'m not even compatible with myself?" You both share a look before an eased laughter fill the room. "Who even came up with these questions 'n answers? My favorite thing is obviously-"

"Grim?"

"You!... But then grim, yeah."

LEVIATHAN

You had just been sent a link by an anonymous number, and seeing Levi's name in the link had you curious, so you opened it and was brought to a quiz on... how compatible are you and the third born, leviathan!

Peeking over at Levi who was still farming for materials on his phone, you decided to take the silly little quiz. You felt pretty confident in your answers, knowing him best. It wasn't until the 'YOU TWO ARE TOTALLY INCOMPATIBLE' screen came up that you gasped, catching Levi's attention.

"Is everything okay?" He asks, brows furrowed a little. You blink, before forcing a smile and nodding.

"Yeah, totally, everything is perfect!" You say, exiting out of the quiz and moving to cuddle up with him. "You know I love you, right?" He blushes, looking away and nodding.

"Y- Yeah, I do... I love you too..." His voice grows more and more quiet until you barely hear him- but you know what he says. You giggle, pressing a kiss to the side of his face.

"Good! 'Cause no matter what anyone says, we're a perfect match~" Levi tenses, before whipping his head around to look at you, tears in his eyes.

"Did... Did someone say we're not?" Deciding to not make him worry anymore, you shake your head, making plans to block the unknown number but not before telling them how terrible their quiz is.

"No, don't you worry~" Thankfully, he relaxes after that- and the quiz is taken down shortly after your complaint.

SATAN

"Oh, what are you doing?" Satan asked, peeking over your shoulder to look at your computer. He read the title of the quiz and to say the least, he pulled a seat up next to you. "A dating quiz, hm?"

"I like reading the scenarios that go with it. I always get you, of course." You say, rather proudly, as you click the last question. "See, I got-!? I got Mammon!?" You can almost hear the way Satan's jaw clenches.

"Well, it's all in good fun." He says, but his expression betrays his nonchalant words.

"This doesn't usually happen," You clarify, scrolling down, "watch you'll be in second place-... or last..." You mumble, seeing you didn't get a single answer right for the 'Satan' choice. "Not all quizzes are created equally, this one is obviously a bad quiz so- where are you going?"

The sinister aura he's carrying makes a chill run down your spine, and fear for whoever has to face his wrath. "I just remembered I have to pay Mammon a visit."

"It doesn't have anything to do with this quiz though, right?"

"..."

"Right?"

He clears his throat, a little blush forming on his cheeks, "I'll be going now."

ASMODEUS

"Look what came out today~" Asmo says as he jumps into bed beside you, giggling as he flips through the pages and admiring himself. "Don't I look good enough to eat?" He asks, showing you the pictures.

"Oh, you look amazing, Asmo!" You take the magazine and flip through a few more pages of him. He truly was gorgeous and such an amazing model.

"And~" Asmo says in a sing-songy way, flipping the page to a specific number, "Look at this, a dating quiz." Pink hearts surrounded the questions and several adorable pictures of Asmo decorated the page. "So, how compatible are we? 100 percent? 1000 percent? A million?"

"Uhmm..." Quickly answering the questions honestly, you frown. "Zero."

"Zero!?" He snatches it back from you, looking over the questions and answers. "H- How could you possibly get a zero? We're soulmates!" He whines, leaning into you.

"Well, it's just a silly magazine quiz, I wouldn't read too much into it." Asmo was clearly not satisfied with this though, as he pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

"Honey, what are you doing?" You ask, hesitant because you hadn't seen him this worked up since they claimed his hot pink leopard print outfit wasn't 'cozy chic'.

"Obviously calling the magazine and telling them they made an error with the compatibility quiz! We'll just have them change all the right answers to whatever yours were." As sweet as that is, you take the phone away from him and help him get it off of his mind with some kisses.

BEELZEBUB

"Beel this is serious," You whine, "We aren't compatible!" Beelzebub furrows his brows. You're really that upset about the dating quiz? He sets his food down and turns to look at you, smiling weakly.

"But we are compatible."

"Well not according to that quiz!" Beel frowns. If he could, he's get rid of the quiz all together and tell you a million times over that you two are the most compatible people to ever exist, but he can't do the first part so...

"But we are." He says, "We don't need a quiz to tell us what we are or aren't." He takes a bite of his food, before continuing, "I can't imagine wanting to be with anyone else, ever."

Your quietness didn't go unnoticed by Beelzebub, who worries maybe he said the wrong thing. He offers you a fry as a peace treaty, and you take it, although you don't eat it right away.

"Beel?"

"Yeah?"

"You're right. I also... can't imagine being with anybody else either, so..." you take a bite of the fry, "let's just forget about that dumb, dumb quiz." He chuckles, agreeing easily.

BELPHEGOR

"Maybe we aren't compatible 'cause you're annoying, that's why, now leave me alone." He whines, swatting his hand at you to try and shoo you away. You huff, not giving in as you ask him how he'd answer one of the quiz questions. When he gave the same answer as you you were resolute in your conclusion that this quiz was simple wrong. Belphie didn't really seem to care though.

"You're so rude." You say, "If it were the other way around you'd be all clingy and whining and saying how we're so compatible."

"Well I wouldn't fail the compatible quiz." He states matter-of-factly, turning around to face you. "Anyways," he rips the magazine from you and crumples the paper up, "not like these dumbasses know me any better than you do." He throws the paper over his shoulder and looks up at you. "So will you quit whining already?"

"So you think we're compatible?"

"If I say yes will you go to sleep already."

"Belphie!"

"Ugh! Yes, I think we're more compatible than anybody else in all three realms, and I really mean it, okay? So now just, c'mere, and go to sleep!" He lifts his arm and you snuggle in close to him, your happiness radiating off of you. "Stop smiling it's creeping me out."

"You looove me~"

"Yeah, yeah..."

(Seems your smiling was infectious, as Belphie fell asleep with a very content smile on his lips)

[ur-dad-satan]

Obey Me! handy under the dinner table hc

This HC is inspired by my Mini Mammon Smut that I wrote a while ago, and I feel bad about the almost nothing I've given y'all since most of y'all follow me for OM content. Anygay, this is just the brothers, but I can do the adult undatables if this gets 30 notes. 17+ please, enjoy a snack while I write the meal (smutty one shot) <3

Luci

Would disapprove of MC's shenanigans but can't turn them down because of his soft spot for them

He'd make some general announcement to the table about proper dinner etiquette to try to deter MC

MC would literally give negative fucks though

He would keep a straight face the entire time despite wanting to moan

He'd have no physical reaction except his heart beat increasing, but no one would know

He'd struggle a little bit to not cum, but he would rather die than embarrass himself in front of his brothers and seem like a hypocrite

He'd make it through dinner and take care of any post dinner chores or responsibilities he had

Then he'd find or summon MC to wherever is most coinvent

And make them pay for what they did during dinner and trying to embarrass him in front of his brothers.

Rip MC's ability to walk

Mam

This was already written, but I'll give y'all the SparkNotes

This simp would be a blushing mess as soon as MC touches him

Once he realizes what MC is doing, he'd try to reason with the his human

Neither of them would need much convincing to keep it lowkey but Mammon would be the one struggling

He'd try his damndest, his pride was almost as big as Lucifer's and his brothers were more likely to bully him than they were to make fun of Lucifer

At least most of them

He would definitely cum in or on his pants but make it look like he just caught a chill (if demons can do that)

He'd find a way to make sure no one sees the aftermath on his clothes and even if he disappears after dinner

He'd reappear in MC's room and then... who knows

Rip Mammon and MC's abilities to walk

Levi

MC would be the most hesitant to do this to this fucking nerd because of how easy it is to make him flustered

Especially since this fucker is ALWAYS wearing sweatpants around the house

He wouldn't even be able to hide it with how fed his face would get

He wouldn't be able to hold a conversation (like he does that anyway)

All of his willpower would be going to trying his hardest (no pun intended) to not let anyone know

Yet, ironically, that'll be his downfall because he's red faced, starting to sweat, and looking really uncomfortable

He'd cum in his pants super hard too

I mean he'd soak the fabric to the point where some of the cum is just pooled on top of his pants

It'd be MC's quick thinking to the rescue when they "accidentally" spill a drink on Levi and help him get the "drink" off his clothes

Thank fuck for his big ass hoodie though, because that man would STILL be rock hard

And he'd be SO mad at MC for like 3 days

Tan

He'd actually be really good at keeping his composure for the most part

He'd let MC tease him without much thought or reaction to the human's dismay

MC however wouldn't stop without a fight and do something they know makes him go feral

Satan would only barely lose his composure and it'll remain unnoticed-

Even when MC starts trying to edge him

He'd also will himself to not cum but MC's opened up a can of worms

And Satan would just somehow know exactly where MC was after dinner

And they'd have to pay for their actions

RIP MC's ability to walk pt. 2

Asmo

He'd start it by flirting with MC H E A V I L Y and getting them wound up

They'd try to get him back by teasing him during dinner but... like...

It's Asmo; he's the fucking king of teasing

There would be absolutely no indicators of what was happening

Except for the way his pupils became bright pink and heart shaped because of his sin

He'd keep himself together perfectly, still laughing and joking with his brothers like nothing is different

Even if the more observant brothers like Luci, Tan, and Beel noticed his eyes, they wouldn't figure out what was going on unless they saw it

He'd steal away MC for the rest of the night into the early morning

When he fell asleep on them because he needs his beauty sleep

Beel

Seeing as he's more on the nonchalant side, he wouldn't be expecting when he felt MC's hand wandering awfully high up his thigh

He wouldn't think much of it until he realized what they were doing

He'd be more confused at first, but end up being so down

He wouldn't react much except a few stutters when MC does something particularly good and his face heating up just a bit

He wouldn't cum at the table, and the intrusion wouldn't stop him from enjoying his meal

I feel like Beel would lay low for a bit, but just so happen to wander into MC's room a little later

When questioned, he'd tell MC he's hungry for dessert

RIP MC's ability to walk pt. 3

Belphie

He'd be struggling to stay awake as per usual until he felt a tugging at his waistband

He subtly peeked up at the human with their hand on him, but they weren't looking back at him

MC's hand wouldn't stop and the ever-tired demon wouldn't ask them to

His head on the table in his arms would be nothing new, but he wouldn't be sleeping

He'd be too busy keeping his breath steady and not making any noise

He's peek at MC a few times and when he caught their eye and they looked over at him with an innocent smile, making him blush the slightest bit

Belphie would try his damndest to not cum in his pants, but eventually, he can't take it

The only indications would be the slight shiver that went down his spine and the warm liquid gliding down MC's hand

He wouldn't care much if the stain was visible or not

But somehow he'd end up in MC's room that night doing... who knows what

My bad y'all, Love y'all <3 smut soon (hopefully, no promises though)

[zoozvie]

Feeling overworked? Have soft Levi as a treat.

You, a tired student taking classes on top of working the night shift, are coming home to the apartment you share with Hange. Their friends are there again, which isn’t abnormal since they always make time to study together even though they have differing majors. One doesn’t even attend your school; he owns the cafe right outside campus.

The exception is Hange’s boyfriend, Moblit. He practically lives here with you two, so he’s always at the gatherings. And breakfast. And most dinners.

When you walk in, it’s well past sundown. You kick off your shoes and debate grabbing a protein bar for dinner before getting distracted by the rowdiness in the living room. The squad is discussing over a battle map laid out on the thrifted coffee table. Everyone but Miche sits on cushions on the floor to reach their pieces around the game board.

When you walk over behind your roommate(s), Hange greets you brightly as Moblit flips through the large book in front of him, muttering the name of the spell Hange has requested to cast. ‘ah, yes, they’ll need to make a DEX save for that—’

Erwin smiles at you, asking about your day, and you shrug it off good-naturedly. Nothing interesting to report back about. Hange shifts up to their knees and grabs the protractor from the end of the table. “Roomie! You should sit in for a bit, make sure we’re playing right.”

You debate with yourself only a little before agreeing. Earning a few chuckles from your reply, “Think you can’t do addition?”

In your usual routine, by now you’d be sprawled across your unmade bed, stripped of your day clothes but not ready to put on your work uniform. Maybe you’d be scrolling mindlessly on your phone or shutting your eyes for a quick hour that only feels like a few minutes.

But the company is good, and you get along with your roommate’s friends just fine, so you make your way around Erwin and Hange to perch on the open spot next to Miche on the opposite side of the table, above where Levi happened to be leaning against the couch.

“I think the energy is calmer over here.” Is your quiet explanation as you step toward Levi’s spot on the floor. He’s quick to lean up and, after you perch on the couch, he rests back where your leg would be if you hadn’t tucked it underneath yourself.

Miche huffs a laugh, leaning forward to check his paper. “You’re definitely right about that.” 

With everyone a little distracted by the phrasing of the rules, Levi carefully tips his head back to rest against the couch, peeking up at you upside-down.

“You have work tonight?”

“In a few hours.” Your voice is soft when you answer.

Today may not have been more challenging than any other day, but the accumulation of your entire work week on top of classes weighs you down enough to really feel it in your body. Thankfully, today is your last shift before your two-day break.

Then you’ll have time for the paper due on Monday.

Yay.

“You should eat.”

“I can get something when I’m there.”

His nose wrinkles, “Vending machine crap isn’t going to help you.”

It’s not the first time he’s mentioned this to you. You’ve argued before that your breakroom has a kiosk with little sandwiches and cups of fruit in the fridge. He claims it doesn’t help when you buy an energy drink alongside your ‘rodent food’.

Usually, Hange is the one drawing his ire, for good reason, but he’s been known to lash out at every one of his friends once in a while, for good intentions and purposes. You do notice that he speaks to you a little differently, a little more gently.

It’s probably because you two aren’t as close as they all are; you’re still somewhat of an outsider. Or maybe you looked as thoroughly wrecked as you feel, and someone other than customers or professors scolding you just seemed cruel.

Moblit drags Levi’s and your attention back as he finalizes the outcome of Hange’s character’s spell attack. And they Whoop! when three of their enemies are burnt to a crisp.

Their little party ends up going through a few more rooms of the castle they’re exploring before Levi stands up to grab a drink. When Moblit asks you a technical GM’s question, you see Hange smirk and sneakily show Erwin something they wrote on their paper. Only to have their face fall when Erwin smiles and points at something on his.

Levi comes back with drinks and your bag of trail mix, which he must have taken from the pantry. He gives one drink to Erwin and sits down in front of you again, offering the bag to you over his shoulder.

He’s closer than before. His side pressed against your leg. When you take the bag, your fingers brush, and he glances back at you with a soft look. That’s how Levi was. Caring and protective, even if you wouldn’t expect it from someone so irritable.

And damn. Sometimes it just felt good to be seen.

You picked through the mix of nuts as you sat silently for the next twenty minutes until their session came to an end. It was quite an entertaining group. Moblit was doing a great job of storytelling, in your opinion, even with Hange—and sometimes Erwin’s—unconventional ideas. Everyone had a good connection to their characters, roleplaying and fighting together as a team. You could feel their enjoyment as they packed up.

“Heading to work, roomie?” Hange asked offhandedly.

You looked at the time. “...Yeah, I’m going to get ready to go.”

Levi stayed seated against you while gathering his things. The atmosphere tonight urged you to be a little braver than usual, and you hesitantly placed a hand on his shoulder. He was warm. Almost shockingly so compared to your cold fingers.

Soothed by just a touch, you imagined how nice his hugs must be.

When he looked at you, something different was in his eyes. But oddly enough, it didn’t feel different somewhere in your subconscious. Maybe he’d looked at you like this before.

With a smile, you mouthed ‘thank you’. For the trail mix, for his attunement to your needs, for him.

He nodded, and with the movement, you could catch the dark circles underneath his eyes. He was known to pull all-nighters himself, but it was difficult for people to notice if—or when—it got to him.

Slowly, you both move so you can get around the table. The chatter of your roommate’s friends fades as you enter your room. The only thing on your mind as you dress and leave for work is what you could do in return to show your appreciation for Levi.

>> This is way longer than I meant it to be, and I threw the ending together as I move into my new apartment.

+ I just realized this fits in with a little coffee shop story I was thinking of, so maybe you’ll see more of them in the future.

dividers by @/strangergraphics

[hoesoflamentation]

↫↫↫↫↫ 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘵𝘰𝘰 ↬↬↬↬↬ short ‘n’ sweet part II, om!mammon x f!reader, 18+

C L I C K H E R E for series masterlist!

// now playing: taste by sabrina carpenter

// synopsis: you heard mammon’s back together with his ex-girlfriend, and if that’s true, then you’re going out tonight. and if you happen to see you-know-who at the bar, then it’s not your fault if you decide to close your eyes and feel his lips. after all, a girl can only stand up to temptation for so long. will she retaliate or take it in stride?

// content warnings: bsf’s brother, strong language, suggestive content, angst, alcohol use, drug (marijuana) use, dubcon, kissing, lying & scheming, catching feels

L E V I thankfully, quickly forgot about the unexpected events of your first evening back in town. 

And apparently, so did Mammon. While the backs of your thighs still burned from the places where his fingertips had grazed your skin, Mammon somehow seemed more absent than before your return. You and Levi hung out every day - yet whenever you visited, Mammon was nowhere to be found. 

Mammon’s social media, on the other hand (which you were checking a lot more often now - especially late at night), left little to the imagination when it came to where he was or what he was doing. 

Every night, Mammon posted a series of fuckboy selfies at some new party… and every night, you thought about how much you hated him for looking so good. Even surrounded by the haze of marijuana smoke and flashing club lights, Mammon radiated equal parts editorial model and approachable boy-next-door. 

Though you had always been attracted to him, he looked nothing like the boyishly handsome teen you knew growing up…yet here you were, in the same old house, wearing the t-shirt from your high school senior trip and a ratty pair of pajama pants you’d owned for a decade. 

If Mammon’s new motto was “out with the old,” then you were definitely out. And as much as you wanted to act cool about it, people around you were starting to notice how you felt.

Maybe you could have flown under the radar if you at least summoned the courage to pick up the phone every once in a while. But there was nothing like being brutally ghosted by your first love to convince you that your friends didn’t care if you texted them back. If he didn’t like you, obviously no one else could, either.

Luckily, most of your friends could take a hint; would happily give you space to figure out… whatever it was you were going through. 

Even Levi, whom you never kept secrets from, was too afraid to ask you how you were feeling. Most of the time, he preferred to engage you in a multiplayer showdown rather than a meaningful heart-to-heart.

Still, everyone has a friend who can’t leave well enough alone - and you were no exception. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“Knock knock, bitch! Guess who it is!”

Despite her words, Thirteen had decidedly not knocked. Instead, she strode into your parents’ living room like she owned the place - all without acknowledging that you had never told her you were moving back home. 

You weren’t even sure that you’d ever mentioned to her where you were from, or where your parents lived… but you had no doubt that Thirteen had ways of finding your information, probably on the deepest corners of the dark web. 

As one of Levi’s oldest online gaming buddies, she was so used to hacking servers, conducting coordinated raids, and doxxing homophobes that she hardly thought anything of employing nefarious tactics - even on her closest friends. 

Thank goodness that your mom and dad were happily in their empty-nester phase, traveling more weekends than not. If they had been around to see your long-distance bestie barge in, they might have had a heart attack… 

Just like you almost did.

But you had already decided not to dwell on any of this. You were just excited to see a familiar face - especially one who had flown in all the way from Tokyo just to check on you.

“I have never been happier to see you,” you gushed as you flew into her waiting arms.

Thirteen platonically stroked your hair and clucked her tongue in disapproval. “You look pathetic… What’s his name? I’ll have his IP address and bank account number in five minutes.” 

“Please don’t,” you sighed as the two of you collapsed on the couch, Thirteen slinging an arm around your shoulders. “Besides, his balance is probably even lower than yours.” 

Thirteen’s jaw dropped emphatically. “He’s an asshole and he’s broke?”

“Whatever you’re trying to say, I don’t want to hear it,” you whined, burying your face in her shoulder.

“Honey, we have got to talk about your taste in men,” Thirteen chided. “But that’s for later.” 

She helped you sit up, neatened up your hair, and gave you a pinch on the cheek. “Right now, it’s time for your makeover!”

You blinked at her absently. 

“...my what?” 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“I can’t believe I left my room for this,” Levi grumbled, taking a begrudging swig of the open bar’s lightest beer.

You turned to Thirteen and nudged her ribs affectionately. “Well, I can’t believe you got Levi to come!”

The party was being held by a minor YouTube celebrity who orbited the same professional circles as Levi and Thirteen. Their peers always invited them to be polite, but nobody ever expected them to actually show up. Usually, Levi never bothered to come to fancy events like these, preferring instead to focus on honing his reaction time and shit-talking the attendees over Facetime with the two of you.

“What can I say?” Thirteen tossed her hair smugly. “The boy would do anything for me.”

“You threatened to crop my face onto a neko-girl and post it to my official Discord account if I didn’t come out tonight,” Levi deadpanned.

Thirteen draped herself playfully over Levi’s shoulders, sloshing her vodka-cran in the process. “And aren’t you so glad you came?”

While your besties bickered, you took the opportunity to scan your surroundings for any signs of you-know-who. Everywhere you looked, you were surrounded by C-list actors and gorgeous influencers…but no signs of the one person you wanted to see.

You hadn’t realized how long you had spent looking for him, until Thirteen surprised you with a friendly hug from behind.

“He’ll be here,” she reassured, resting her chin on your shoulder. “I promise.”

And, as if Thirteen had spoken an incantation, a small but rowdy group of guys stumbled through a distant doorway, smelling like top-shelf tequila and expensive cologne. One of them, tall and bronzed, wore a black silk shirt with a deep v, unbuttoned far enough to show off a set of gold dog tags. His wavy silver hair was expertly mussed with a waxy pomade - and he laughed a little too loudly, as if he was already two or three drinks deep.

Mammon. You knew it was him, without a doubt. 

Even though he felt miles away, you squirmed awkwardly in his presence, suddenly overthinking whether the hem of your satin bodycon dress was more slutty than sultry; whether Thirteen’s DIY blowout had left you looking more clownish than cunty.

Mammon seemed to move in slow motion as he looked over his shoulder… in your direction. 

And your pulse quickened with the realization that, despite wearing something that showed off all your best assets, his eyes stayed firmly locked on you - with a penetrating gaze that stared right into your soul.

Keeping eye contact was more than you could bear. Bashfully, you immediately turned your back, hair flying, and downed a shot of expensive liquor from the nearest waiter. 

“Excuse me, what the hell was that?!” Thirteen demanded, shaking you by the shoulders. 

You froze, allowing the warm buzz of alcohol to wash over you with an absent stare… willing it to numb the deviant sensations broiling between your thighs. Why did he always have to look so. Damn. Good?

Even Levi seemed to feel pity. When Thirteen finally set you free, he reached out and patted you awkwardly on the arm. 

“Y/n,” Levi said, in a tone that meant business, “I would literally rather you fuck my brother than…whatever the hell that was.”

Thirteen drew in a sharp breath, ogling a trainwreck in the distance. “Actually…better not.”

Before anyone could stop you, you turned to look at the scene that had captured Thirteen’s attention - only to watch a dark-haired woman in a sequined dress drape herself all over Mammon, his arms snaking around her toothpick frame as he pulled her in for a kiss. 

You would have recognized that runway silhouette anywhere.

Furiously, you whirled around to give Levi a shove. “Why didn’t you tell me they were back together?!” 

“I- I didn’t know!” Levi stammered, blushing in earnest.

Your heart sank into the pit of your stomach as you watched Mammon lace his fingers through hers - dainty and manicured - and lead her down a dark hallway. It dawned on you that they were probably planning to do the very same things you yearned for in the fantasies that haunted you late at night.

At that moment, Thirteen sidled into view, tactfully blocking your line of sight as if to say ‘enough.’

“We should get a drink,” she suggested gently, before glaring at Levi pointedly. “Now.”

Your best friends ushered you toward the bar in a daze…. But it was already too late.

You already knew that there wasn’t enough alcohol in the world to make you forget about what you had just witnessed. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Two hours later, the real party was only just beginning - but you and your friends were already the drunkest ones there.

As you should be. After having your fragile heart re-broken and stomped on - all in a matter of, oh, twenty seconds? - you felt you had more than earned your permanent seat of dishonor at the bar.

But you didn’t intend to stay seated much longer - and not just because you were falling off your chair. Now, you had achieved the stage of drunk where every song that played was your song; every bassline shot directly into your veins like heroin.

Soon, you and Thirteen were dragging Levi onto the dance floor and belting the lyrics at the top of your lungs. This place may have been bougie, but it wasn’t so classy that your fellow partygoers didn’t know how to have fun. 

Before long, gaggles of dancing guests had clustered around you; you were bumping and grinding on everyone like it was prom night. Every girl you locked eyes with during a chorus was now your best friend. 

A friend of a friend of Levi’s lit a joint and passed it around the room; boys took turns blowing smoke rings into yours and Thirteen’s mouths. Even Levi took one hit - his first ever - and immediately looked like he was going to throw up.

Every set of eyes was on you three, in a good way. And it felt amazing. 

You could already tell you were going to feel differently tomorrow, when the physical and emotional hangovers sank in… but for now, this was the best night of your life, in the way that every night when you’re young and drunk and dancing is the best night of your life. 

But even on the best night of your life, you could admit when you needed a break. You were sweating and winded; your high heels long forgotten under some table somewhere. More importantly, you were in desperate need of another drink.

You leaned on the bar with bravado, glowing with the aura of liquid courage…and before you could place your order, a veiny, muscular forearm wearing a gold bracelet reached around you to signal to the bartender.

“Two waters over here, barkeep,” a familiar voice called

You puffed out your cheeks and pouted dramatically, turning to see none other than Mammon leaning across the bar. 

“‘S’one of those waters for her?” you slurred, prodding an accusatory finger into his chest.

Mammon gazed at you with a bemused smirk. How could he be smiling at a time like this?!

“No, dumbass,” he said, “it’s for you.” 

Mammon thanked the bartender and slid one of the glasses across the bar. You eyed the beverage with suspicion, even as your fingers wrapped around the stem.

“What, ya think I poisoned it or somethin’?” Mammon teased, raising an eyebrow as he took a sip from his own tumbler of ice water.

“No,” you grumbled, begrudgingly raising the glass to your chapped lips. “Jus’ not sure why you’re bein’ so nice t’me alluva sudden…”

The cool water ran down your throat like a refreshing waterfall. You hadn’t realized how dry your mouth had gotten over the course of the evening’s festivities... Somehow, he seemed to have known what you needed even before you did.

“Whaddaya mean?” Mammon’s eyes twinkled; you noticed he was speaking much more softly than usual. “I’m always nice to ya.”

“Pfft,” you snorted, shaking your head incredulously. “Yeah, right… like the way you paraded your girlfriend around all night? Tha’ was jus’ soo nice of you…”

Mammon blushed as he set down his empty glass. “I…didn’t know you were here. If I did, I would’ve-”

“Woulda what?” you spat, taking a clumsy step forward.

You didn’t realize just how close you were standing to him until you felt his warm breath hit your face; felt the swell of heat radiating off his copper skin. Before Mammon could answer you, you stumbled forward, sticking out your palms to catch yourself against his broad chest. 

Instinctively, Mammon wrapped an arm around your lower back to help you regain your balance… Was it getting hot in here, or was it just him? 

“Maybe we should talk about this when yer feelin’ better,” Mammon suggested, in a concerned tone that made your skin itch with frustration.

You frowned up at him, taking a step back. “...you don’ wanna talk t’me anymore?”

“I didn’t say that,” he chuckled. “But the next time we talk…” 

Mammon reached out and tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear. 

“…I want ya to remember it.”

Instead of falling to his side, Mammon’s hand followed the curve of your cheek - and lingered there a moment too long. 

By then, the room had started to spin with the chaotic pulse of your liquor-fueled heartbeats. You kept your gaze fixed on his plush lips to keep you steady. 

Mammon’s pout glistened with the sheen of his saliva, glittering like a shiny piece of jewelry you were dying to make your own. 

“‘S okay,” you purred, drawn forward as if by a magnet. “We don’ have t’talk if you don’ wanna…”

Your body spilled into the empty space between his legs as you lost control of your limbs. His breath was warm and heady and close enough to taste. You pressed your palms into his thighs for leverage, allowing your lashes to grow heavy and your lips to part ever-so-slightly. Then, like a woman possessed, you tilted your head to the side... 

You didn’t lean in so much as collapse on top of him. And - with the gentle touch of an elephant, and the grace of a baby gazelle - you drunkenly mashed your lips against Mammon’s.

Under different circumstances (and a lower blood-alcohol concentration), the significance of the line you had just crossed might have weighed more heavily on your shoulders. But with all of your senses heightened - and all of your inhibitions dampened - you were consumed by a single, primal need. 

You wanted to be everywhere all at once…to devour him from the inside out…to claim every part of him as mine, mine, mine. 

Mammon didn’t kiss you back with the enthusiasm you craved, nor did he protest. You swore that his lips had softened into your embrace; that they almost seemed to have moved with yours in a delicate tango - him serving as the slow, steady bass drum to your chaotic melody. 

But you could also sense that something was holding him back…and you could still taste the faint whispers of strawberry lip gloss that wasn’t yours.

You pulled away with a frown on your face. Mammon’s eyebrows knit together in a pensive, almost pained expression. 

“C’mon, Y/n,” Mammon mumbled, fishing loose ones out of his pocket. “We should, uh… probably get ya home.”

Feeling defeated, you could only nod weakly. 

Mammon rose to his feet and pushed a crumpled pile of bills across the bar. He stared pointedly to the side as he slipped a caring, even brotherly hand behind your back to guide your swaying body.

You followed him across the dance floor as he attempted to hunt down the rest of your party, hearing only snippets of their conversation…and when you did listen, their voices sounded to you as if they were underwater.

“Okay, ya little shits,” Mammon sighed like an overworked single dad. “Time to wrap it up.”

“Whaat?” Thirteen whined. “But the night’s still so young!” 

The drive home went by in a blur of substances. The next thing you could remember was your face hitting the pillow with a soft ‘thud;’ a veiled silhouette pulling the blankets up to your chin; the lights clicking off as you gradually faded out of consciousness.

“...sweet dreams, brat.” 

Everything else besides those three words was soon forgotten.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

The next morning, you woke up to a searing pain in your forehead - and an insistent knock at  your parents’ front door. 

You groaned as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and threw back the covers, mustering the will to stand. But a soft snore coming from the corner of the room caught your attention before your feet could touch the ground.

Sitting upright in bed now, you turned to face the source of the disturbance - only to find Mammon, shirtless and snoozing on top of your favorite chair in a tangle of limbs and silver bedhead. 

A prism of sunlight streamed in through a crack in the curtains, shining on Mammon’s silver hair like a halo. You cracked a faint smile at his angelic pose, all memories of your embarrassing actions from the night before lost in a haze of tequila and sativa. 

Leaning over the window, you peered down at the walkway below. Somehow, some way, she was standing at the front door.

Mammon’s girlfriend…or ex…or whatever the hell she was.

Her smooth chocolate hair was tossed in an effortlessly messy bun; her gold jewelry shining against olive skin. She was dressed in a minimalist white t-shirt and jeans - a look that was simple but still more expensive than anything you owned.

You snuck a glance at your own reflection in the floor-length mirror hanging from your closet door. Shuddering, you peeled off a crusty fake eyelash that had migrated down your cheek and tossed it carelessly to the side. 

Your eyes were bloodshot from a lack of sleep and an excess of weed. Down to your bottom layers, you still smelled like stale beer. And don’t even ask about your hair. 

At least you were wearing clean clothes. On the way to bed, someone - hopefully Thirteen - must have helped you peel off your dress from last night. Whoever it was had also changed you into one of the spare t-shirts Levi kept in your dresser… 

This, of course, meant that there was no way that Mammon could be in here right now without having seen your underwear at some point.

Though your cheeks burned with embarrassment, you didn’t have time to dwell on that thought for long. Your shame spiral was swiftly interrupted by another impatient knock on the front door. 

Quickly, you shook all thoughts of last night out of your mind; you had more important problems to strategize, starting with what you looked (and smelled) like. 

First, deodorant. The plastic tube lived on top of your vanity. The only problem? Mammon was currently asleep in the chair you normally sat in to do your makeup, blocking the very place you needed to reach. 

This is just great, you thought as you tiptoed across the bedroom and paused in front of Mammon’s limp frame.

For a moment, you stared at the puzzle before you, briefly wondering how the hell you had gotten yourself in this situation in the first place… But you didn’t have the luxury of time. You needed to take action.

As carefully as you tried not to wake him, Mammon stirred and mumbled in his sleep as soon as you leaned over his shoulder to grasp the powdery stick.

“Nngh, Y/n…” he grumbled, half-awake as his head lolled to the opposite side. “I didn’t kiss her… she kissed me…”

The sound of your name in Mammon’s sleepy drawl was enough to fuel all your late-night fantasies for a year. But that wasn’t all: Mammon was clearly talking about last night in his sleep. And wait a minute… was he talking about her? 

Was he talking about what you had seen?

Mammon’s eyelids fluttered open for the briefest of moments, just long enough to let you know that he knew exactly what he was saying - and that he meant to say it directly to you. 

“Nothing happened,” he murmured groggily. “She kissed me…I just…dragged her off to talk about it…”

And, just like that, Mammon closed his eyes and resumed his peaceful snoring. 

You couldn’t help but crack a smile as you straightened and backed away. 

Applying deodorant as you went, you gently tiptoed backwards, until you caught your foot on a piece of silky black fabric. 

You reached down and picked it up, rubbing the luxurious fabric between your fingertips. The stench of last night’s open bar, mixed with the familiar musky aroma of Mammon’s cologne, told you exactly what this was.... 

His shirt from the night before.

That smile on your face spread even wider. Oh, you were going to get her back…

You were going to get her good.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

You answered the door wearing nothing but your bra, panties, and Mammon’s silk shirt. Her perfect manicure and annoyed expression greeted you on the other side. 

She gave your outfit a once over (though the term ‘outfit’ was generous for the amount of fabric you were wearing). But if not for a single blink of surprise, you might have assumed she hadn’t seen you at all. 

“Is Mammon here?” she asked.

Clearly, the woman wasted no time. But that was okay. You still had another ace up your sleeve.

Smirking, you cocked your head to one side, leaning on the doorframe. 

“Maybe,” you answered coyly. “I can’t confirm or deny.”

She huffed in frustration. “Well, if he is, can you tell him to get down here?”

“Sure,” you replied sweetly. 

She tapped her foot impatiently as you walked toward the stairs with a whirl of your hair. 

You made a big show of walking slowly, swaying your hips alluringly from side to side - then, as you approached the base of the staircase, you casually called to her over your shoulder.

“Oh, and by the way,” you said conversationally, “I heard you’re back together… “

She scoffed. “Yeah, and?”

You smiled innocently. “And it’s okay with me.” 

“Oh, is it?” She snorted indignantly, crossing her arms. “Well, then. Thanks for your permission.”

“No problem,” you replied, offering a sly smile in response to her scowl. “...I’ve been known to share.”

With a final wink, you began your victorious ascent up the staircase. 

You never turned back or gave her a second look - only laughed quietly to yourself as you heard her utterances of frustration, and the door slamming behind her as she stormed off into the distance…

Yeah, you had a feeling she wouldn’t be back this time.

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The Seed is Strong

"Alright fuel up troops! We got more work to do after this." Mr. Walker dumped the contents of the large paper bag he held onto the table, scattering plastic forks, soy sauce packets, and fortune cookies. One cookie skittered across the table coming to rest directly across from Alex. 

"Look at that," his colleague Levi said clapping Alex on the shoulder. "It's fate you gotta eat it now!" 

"Really? Alex asked nervously. "But I haven't even had my meal yet, and what if there aren't enough for everyone."

Levi rolled his eyes. "I think it will be ok Best Buy. Just eat the damn cookie." Alex nodded and pinched both sides of the crinkly plastic, pulling it apart with his meager strength and freeing the cookie inside. The nickname “Best Buy" was a reference to Alex's job in IT and was one of the tamer things he had been called in his life. Fresh out of college with a computer science degree  Alex wasn't exactly a loser but he also wasn't the envy of many. His life was painfully mundane, except for what he had done last year, he shivered at the thought.

All through college Alex had a girlfriend named Stephanie. He thought he was going to spend the rest of his life with her until he got his heart broken. In an attempt to cheer him up Alex's idiot friend had gotten him a hooker. He had ended up mostly just crying in her lap but at the end of the night, the two had rather pathetic cry sex. The memory still haunted him.

Alex broke the fortune cookie in half and fished for the piece of paper resting in one of the halves. His lucky numbers weren't of much interest although 5 of the 6 numbers were prime. Neat! The words on the front made much less sense. 

"The seed is strong," It said in simple black text. 

"The seed is strong?" What the hell does that mean Alex thought to himself trying to puzzle it out? As in the earth? Was it saying he was going to have a good harvest? Or maybe it was a metaphor, to say that the good he did would become a seed and flourish that way? The whole thing was far too cryptic for math and science-minded Alex and yet the words somehow felt resonant, right. 

Levi leaned over Alex's shoulder to try and see what message had been inside the cookie. "The seed is strong." Alex read for him seeing his coworker could puzzle it out. 

"Yeah man, I know that's right!" Levi said a grin spreading across his face. He extended his hand in the way of the former frat bro expecting Alex to dap him up. Alex was not versed in those foreign ways and so ended up shaking his coworker's hand awkwardly. Levi smirked but turned away so Alex wouldn't see him laugh. 

Alex didn't have time to dwell on Levi's reaction or the awkwardness of the interaction as Delana, Mr. Walker's assistant began to call out orders. "Who got the beef and broccoli?"

Five minutes later a steaming box of orange chicken sat open in front of Alex. Yet despite the food, Alex found his mind wandering. "The seed is strong" "The seed is strong" What could it mean? And why did his groin feel weird? He felt a strange heaviness that he was not used to. Alex adjusted his legs trying to give more room for his package to breathe. Yet the pressure only built. Suddenly his off-the-rack trousers felt horribly constricting. 

As subtly, as he could Alex examined his pants and found a bulge protruding from his crotch, the size of which he wasn't used to. His immediate thought was of a cancerous tumor but he didn't think those grew spontaneously. No this felt like well, like his balls were bigger. Much bigger. But that was impossible, right?

The seed is strong.

NO

That couldn't be what it meant. Were fortune cookies allowed to be explicit? It would explain Levi's reaction. But no there had to be some other explanation. He was saved from his introspection by Brenda in accounting who waved him over. 

"Hey there Alex, it seems I'm having some computer troubles." 

Brenda had her caps locked on. 

"Glad I could help Brenda," Alex said graciously. It was not the first time she had made this mistake. 

"Thanks again. Guess it's back to the old grindstone." The company had been audited which meant all hands on deck. 

"Hopefully we can get this done by 5:00," Alex said starting to make his way back to his seat at the other side of the conference room.

"I sure hope so, gotta pick up the kids pretty soon. What about you Alex, got your kids covered?" Alex's eyes bugged so far out of his head that he was afraid they would fall out of his head and roll around on the carpeted floor. His mind was at war with itself. Most of him was loudly screaming that of course he didn't have kids, he wasn't even married. Yet a small voice said differently. 

The seed is strong

He had three kids, two from his college girlfriend and one from Debby the sex worked he had slept with. No no no that wasn't right that couldn't be. He wasn't a father. He always used protection and besides he couldn't support a family on an IT salary. Yet Alex couldn't get the faces out of his head. Two toddlers a boy and a girl and a newborn baby. 

In a panic, Alex burst out of the conference room and rushed into the men's bathroom. He tried to splash cold water on his face like in the movies but just ended up with water in his nose and stains on his shirt. Checking to make sure no one was in the stalls Alex undid his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled down the zipper. 

Balls. What the fuck was wrong with his balls. They were huge, fist-sized swollen things. 

The seed is strong.

No. Alex could feel them churning. Could feel his body producing seamen. Inside millions of sperm swam inside begging to be free. Begging to serve their purpose and impregnate. What the Fuck?

The seed is st-

NO. Alex put his pants back on not even bothering to tuck his shirt in. He left the bathroom and started walking not even sure to where. He ended up at his desk. Action figures in their boxes, iPad charging on the window, and framed photos of his children. That was new. That couldn't be. And yet the physicality of it made the reality undeniable. His children.

The seed is strong.

Of course, he had children. For men with the last name Holden like himself, it was practically inevitable. Oh sure, you could try your best, birth control, and condoms for the whole nine yards. Yet very few things can stop the seamen of the Holdens. His father always said their swimmers just kept on swimming, that's why all the men of his family had such large balls. The hyper virility of their family accounted for why Alex was the youngest of 9 children, his poor mother. She often joked that his father was the most expensive fuck in the world, one night with him meant a mouth to feed for 18 years.

For a moment Alex had the image of himself as an only child but that was ridiculous. The seed was too strong for that.

Alex had tried to be careful, he really had. Yet the very first time he and his college girlfriend Stephanie had slept together, taking each other's virginity, she had ended up with a positive pregnancy test two weeks later. He had apologized profusely and suggested they might get rid of the child but Stephanie was religious and insisted on keeping it. Thus his first son, Liam, was born to an 18-year-old father and mother. Parenting in college was tricky but the two made it work. 

While Stephanie was pregnant the two had been able to be intimate, with some care of course. Yet once she gave birth Alex knew they had to stop. He had tried to explain the risks, that no matter how much protection they used the seed was strong. Stephanie hadn't believed and so their second child was born only 10 months after their first. Her name was Lila and she was a fussy enough baby that Stephanie took his words seriously. The two had parented together all throughout college and still remained close but the lack of intimacy doomed the relationship ultimately. 

Alex resigned himself to never having another sexual encounter after Stephanie, two kids was enough for him. That was until his friend hired a hooker. Her name was Debby. He had explained to her his plight and maybe cried a little, feeling down from a lack of intimacy. She had understood and offered to let Alex do butt stuff instead, something Stephanie had never allowed. Alex was all too happy to take her up on that offer and the two had gotten intimate. Alex was thrilled thinking he had found a loophole. That was until he got a call from Debby telling him he was going to have another child. He wasn't sure exactly how it worked. Maybe some of his spunk had somehow dripped down or maybe his sperm were so enthusiastic that they had swam the distance. Whatever the case Alex ended up a father of three from two different women. 

Ding

Alex got a text on his phone from someone named Christopher. "Miss your seed baby." 

What the hell? Who is Christopher? He almost texted that exact question to the number before he saw that this wasn't their first text. In fact, as he scrolled up and up and up it seemed their conversation went on seemingly forever. Alex's cheeks reeded as he saw quite a few naughty pictures of this Christopher, a handsome man with a prominent backside, he found he quite liked the photograph. What's worse Alex saw his own pictures sent on Christopher's request, specifically close-up pictures of his huge balls.

Three dots appeared showing Christopher was typing again. "I need you to load me up, Daddy." This text was followed by two eggplant emoji and a squirt emoji. Whoever this Christopher was he sure was persistent. Of course, most of the men that Alex slept with grew somewhat addicted to his seed. Wait that's not right he wasn't gay? 

The seed is strong

Of course, he was. Or at least he slept with exclusively men now. It was being with Debby that had made him realize. His dick just felt right sitting in the tight confines of an ass. That moment of self-discovery had been life-changing for Alex. He had gone on something of a sexual rampage after that. It felt so good to be able to finally let loose and fuck with abandon. His seed yearned to be spread, and he had done so, thankfully without the risk of a new life emerging from it. 

Christopher was the closest thing Alex had to a boyfriend, although he was more like a long-term fuck buddy. Christopher often joked about how the two had first met. He said he could smell Alex's potent seed from a mile away and that he followed the scent like a cartoon character, nose in the air feet off the ground. 

Alex had been told he had a particular scent. It was his seed, of course, leaking from his balls like steam from hot soup. Not everyone had a nose for it, but to those who did it was like a drug. Christopher was something of a bloodhound for it. 

One night when Christopher was going on and on about how much he loved Alex's seed and how good it smelled and tasted, like "the raw essence of a man" were his exact words, Alex had told him of his father. He was a waterfall to Alex's trickle. Their house used to reek of seed and testosterone, especially when the 7 boys of the family reached maturity and grew Holden balls. Christopher had cum on the spot. Ever since he had been begging to be invited to a family reunion. 

Ding 

Another text. Alex expected it to be Christopher with more pleading for his seed but instead, it was from Stephanie. A picture of their son, Liam, dressed in a football uniform standing on a grassy field. How cute, must be at one of his Little League games. Yet something felt off. As he stared at the pixels on his screen he could swear he watched them move, shift. The kid in the picture was far too old. He looked more like he was in middle school. No that wasn't a middle schooler in the picture, he had the body of a grown man, and was that a college logo on his uniform? Alex's eyes widened as he noticed the sizable bulge in the football pants. He shut off his phone. 

The seed is strong.

Where was he? He had been at his desk, right? It was a tiny thing, shoved at the back of the office with no windows, mostly just a box for him to wait at until people could come to him with their IT concerns. Except he wasn't there now; no IT person had this nice of a setup. He was in a corner office, two walls made up entirely of glass, showing off the expansive city skyline that their tall building afforded. Alex blinked. His belongings were on the desk, mahogany rather than plywood. Action figures in their boxes, an iPad on the window, and pictures of his children in their frames. Liam and Lilia at their high school graduations and a picture of his youngest at prom, Brandon. It felt like just yesterday Debby had given birth to him, so why did that kid look so old? 

"Mr. Holden they're on the line," Delana said poking her head into the office. Wasn't she Mr. Walker's assistant, his boss? But no he didn't have a boss, how could someone with an office this nice have a boss? Hesitantly Alex picked up the phone and was met with a cacophony of greetings.

"It's good to have some senior management on this call." A man said, voice slightly distorted from the phone.

"Yes thank you so much for your time, Alexander. We will be brief," said a woman who he felt like he should know.

The two went back and forth talking about shareholders and market strategy all of which went over his head. He instead spent his time scratching his balls which seemed to have swollen even larger. He would need to empty them soon. His seed was made to be spread and got impatient rather quickly. Maybe he would take Christopher up on his request. He could leave work a bit early today, who would stop the boss?

"Mr. Holden, are you still with us?" 

"Oh umm yes yes. Everything sounds great keep up the good work." With that, he hung up the phone. He felt knowledge flooding into his brain, business experience, and social contacts that an IT person had no business knowing. Only he wasn't IT, he hired people to be his IT. He was the top dog of this company. The company that did"¦ he couldn't remember. He would do work tomorrow, right now he was feeling strangely out of sorts, like he didn't belong. 

Alexander stood up on legs that felt too long. He had always been tall but now he felt like a lumbering giant. He was glad for his height, Liam and his other son Brandon were getting far too tall for his liking. Not quite the height of good old dad but definitely too tall for him to put them on his lap. Lila wasn't a slouch either, 5'10, and nearly her brother's height when she wore heels. The thought of his children made him smile, they really were his pride and joy. They had inherited his blond hair, did he have blond hair? Of course, he did, although it was turning silver with age. The rest of his siblings had dark hair like his father but he had inherited his mother's golden locks and passed them onto his children, along with his angular face and tall stature. That wasn't to say that the children didn't have anything from their other parents. Liam had his mother's heart-shaped face, freckles, and warm green eyes, while Lila had inherited Stephanie's wavy hair and intelligence. Brandon his youngest had gotten his other mother's darker complexion and her rebellious spark.

He was something of a bad boy. With tattoos up one arm a handsome face and the soul of a tortured artist, Alex always knew he would be swimming in sexual opportunities. He had tried to explain to him the Holden inheritance. Alex tried to give the same speech his father had, telling his youngest about the strong seed of their family. Alex hadn't listened and neither had Brandon, at least not until he had gotten two girls pregnant. He had been sticking to sex with men ever since, the perks of bisexuality, although Alex suspected there would be a few more grandchildren in his future before his youngest got it all out of his system.

It felt right to be a grandfather, although it seemed only a few hours ago he didn't even have children of his own.

The seed is strong.

Liam his oldest also had children. He was far more restrained than his younger brother though. Liam had settled down with a nice woman a few years older than him who had been married before. She had tried for children with her old husband but after years of trying had resigned herself to being unable to have children. That was until she was with a Holden man. Now they had three children and she was pregnant with a fourth. Liam had confessed to Alex that his wife had gotten pregnant the first time the two had ever been intimate which didn't surprise Alex in the slightest. 

That left only Lila without children of her own. Where Liam had heart and Brandon had soul Lila had gotten all the brains. With a razor tongue and a mind for business, Alex suspected her only child would be the company she was building. Yet who was to say, maybe one day she would end up having children? If she had a boy someone would have to warn her to expect quite a few grandchildren of her own. 

Alex- no Alexander made his way out of the office. He was far too dignified to go by a childhood nickname. Three grown children, how had he become an old man? He passed a mirror and examined his reflection. Square had handsome features, a tall frame, and muscles that pushed out his suit pleasingly. Maybe not quite an old man yet. He puffed up his substantial chest. How many grandfathers could bench 250 lbs?

Come to think of it all brothers currently could, even his oldest brother Mark, who was a great-grandfather at only age 60. Ha. Yet another thing passed on by the Holdens. High metabolism and the genetic potential for substantial musculature. Alex had always suspected it had something to do with their over-productive testicles pumping in an excess of testosterone, although Lila was surely no slouch. Alexander fondly remembered how she could beat both her brothers in arm wrestling contests as children whenever it was his turn to have custody of the kids. 

Still, it was his sons who had inherited the rippling muscular physique of the Holden men. Liam was the larger of the two mostly due to playing football in high school and college. After he graduated Liam started taking his physique seriously and competed in a few bodybuilding shows. Alexander remembered the horror of realizing his 220 lbs son was bigger than him. That caused Alex to redouble his efforts at the gym. That coupled with the fact that Liam stopped competing after he settled down had restored Alexander to the top of the food chain where he belonged. That wasn't to say that Liam let himself go. Liam maintained an admirable body, one that he had confessed to his father made fitting in with the other dads difficult, a sentiment which Alexander could relate to.

"Dad, it's like every dude either wants to feel me up and ask me to be their personal trainer or takes it as an insult and acts like a dick". In Alexanders case, most of the dicks had ended up sucking his but that type of advice could never work for noble pure-hearted Liam. Brandon on the other hand rated perfectly to his father's more horny tendencies. While he didn't have his brother's brutish size Brandon was toned good arms adorned with plenty of tattoos and the abs that only a young man could have. He had done several perfume commercials displaying those abs and his notable bulge across billboards in Times Square to Alexander's shock and secret pride. 

The seed is strong. 

"Are you heading out Mr. Holden?" A young man holding a clipboard asks as Alexander makes his way to the elevator."

"I am Shayne. nature calls, I’m sure you understand." A wide grin split the youth's face and he nodded. Alexander had long suspected Shayne's lineage but looking at him now it seemed undeniable. Tall with a brawny build, Shayne had brown inquisitive eyes, short sandy blond hair, and a well-trimmed dirty blond beard covering his square jaw. To put it bluntly, he was the spitting image of Alexander in his youth. The final clue of course lay beneath the kids well ironed slacks. 

Without violating company policy or his own ethical code as a boss Alexander had tried to check out his new intern's package. Sure enough, he had gotten confirmation at the urinal last week. The kid was sporting an abnormally large pair of balls that could only belong to a Holden man. 

Alexander supposed he shouldn't be surprised. He had started being a sperm donor in college to make a little cash. One test of his seed and the clinic had been positively feral to milk him dry. Once he started moving up in the company the money had meant less to Alexander but he still would occasionally pay a visit to the clinic to donate. He liked the idea that he could help a woman struggling with fertility or allow someone to start a family without relying on a man. He would also be lying if he didn't think it a little hot they have a bunch of mini me's running around as well. His only request was to warn any potential sons of their fertility as odd as that seemed. With the amount he had donated Alexander was bound to come across one of his children at some point although it was still thrilling. It warmed his heart to think he had another son, and one who had grown up to be as responsible and respectful as Shayne. 

He would have to ask Shayne about his father sometime or get him a DNA kit for the holidays. Something that might tip the kid off without coming on too strong. Just because they shared blood did not mean Alexander had a right to be part of his life yet if he would have him, Alexander would gladly have a relationship. 

"We should be all good with preparing for the audit without you. Have a good night sir."

The elevator doors closed blocking sight of his potential son. Alexander took out his phone and brought up messages to Christopher. In the dark elevator, he had trouble reading the screen and even more trouble finding out how to raise the brightness. God if only he could trade his buffalo balls for some IT skills he joked to himself. Eventually, he figured it out and typed out a message. 

"How could I refuse? My place in 20?"

Christopher sent a gif of a mouth watering then an emoji of a man running. Would it be so hard to type out a yes? Alexander wasn't worried about Christopher being busy. Besides the fact that he suspected the man would push his own mother off a cliff for the contents of Alexander's balls, he was also a writer, a job which gave him the luxury of making his own schedule. He mostly wrote YA fiction, some of which were quite well-known. His biggest series was all the rage when the kids were in their teens, meaning they had thought Christopher was the god on earth. Now though Christopher was working on something more adult. An erotica that he claimed was loosely based on his and Alexander's romance. He told the family proudly a few months back he was going to call it "The fountain of eternal cum". Alexander's PR team told him it would be a nightmare if it was published and Lila threatened to take a box cutter to her eyes, and ears too if an audiobook version came out. Still, Alexander had let the project continue, he thought it funny and maybe a little hot.

20 minutes later Alexander reached his building courtesy of his driver and made his way up to his penthouse apartment. Christopher was waiting for him splayed out on a $30,000 couch like a house cat.

"Smelled ya coming." He said, rising from his lounging position and making his way over to his lover. With practiced hands, he pulled Alexander in using his tie as a leach and placed one hand on his broad chest feeling the warmth of Alexander's body through the thin Oxford and undershirt.

When Alexander had first met Christopher he was something of a twink, young with ample curves and smooth skin. That had been over 20 years ago. Now Christopher was more the scruffy writer type, with a cute face adorned with a few wrinkles, thick glasses, and a layer of scraggly stubble. His body wasn't as tight as it had once been but Christopher still had enough in the back, where it really mattered. Alexander didn't begrudge his lover the changes of age. He wasn't the same muscle bull Christopher had fallen in love with either. While he had retained much of his size his age had left him sentimental, the wild bull, been tamed, although it still came out on occasion when his lover was involved. 

"I needed this" Alexander purred leaning into the embrace and planting three long kisses onto Christopher's neck. Christopher pulled his head back savoring the touch. We need to get this off he said, peeling Alexander's suit jacket from his frame. Alexander's back and arms proved too large and made what might have been a sexy process rather unsexy as the two struggled to peel off the garment. Once that was done Christopher went to work on the buttons starting from the stop and working his way down until Alexander stood in an open shirt with only a white sleeveless undershirt beneath. 

"Ugh, why do you wear so many clothes," Christopher said eager to get to his prize. 

"I could say the same thing to you" Alexander rumbled. He took the opportunity to pull off Christopher's chunky cable knit sweater, a process Christopher assisted in by raising his arms. Alexander tried to make things more even by fully removing his button-up shirt but he was still left in a white tank top. His arms were thick solid things bulging with mature muscle, and the lower half covered a dusting of nearly transparent blond hair. His chest pushed out the undershirt significantly, then fell loose around his still mostly flat belly.

"Will you do the thing?" Christopher asked excitedly, a kid asking to go on a roller coaster again. Alexander plastered on a gracious smile then put both hands on either side of the shirt's collar and pulled. It ripped clean down the middle revealing his toned body. Christopher clapped and giggled then and went in for another kiss, their now shirtless bodies rubbing against one another. Alexander suspected hundreds of shirts over the years had perished to Christopher's "favorite trick" but it was worth it to see that look of glee on his face. Besides undershirts weren't particularly expensive, at least he assumed they weren't. His assistant did most of his shopping for him.

"Shall we take this to the bedroom Mr. Holden?" Christopher asked, knowing how formal talk turned Alexander on. In response, Alexander picked his smaller lover up in a fireman's carry and made its way across the penthouse to the bedroom. Along the way, they passed countless family photos framed on walls and coffee tables. Liam was the lead of the high school musical, Lila won the state debate championship, and Brandon posing proudly with graffiti art that spelled out his name. There were picnics and football games, thanksgiving dinners, and volunteering. Three smiling happy golden-haired children, all made from their father. Made from his potent seed, the seed Christopher was about to receive.

Alexander threw Christopher down on the bed and caused him to bounce on the springy mattress. With his manly hands, he gripped Christopher's pants and tried to force them over his voluptuous bottom, getting to his prize at all costs. He could have ripped them off nearly as easily as he had his shirt if not for Christopher's pleas about how much he loved these pants. It felt like it took forever for Christopher to undo his belt, unbutton his pants, and pull the zipper down, only then allowing Alexander to rip them off, taking underwear with it. Christopher had a respectable dick and balls that were he with a different company might be considered large. Yet when with a Holden man it was like comparing an ant to an elephant. Besides, there was really only one thing below the waist Alexander carried about. Not that he was a selfish lover, but rather the two after years of making love had experimented enough to know what they really wanted. "Roll over," he said breathily, his excitement getting the better of him. Now it was his turn to take the time with his pants. 

Plop

His package flopped out into the open like a hot man to a pool. He looked down at his balls and for a moment they seemed obscene. Baseballs attached to the underside of a penis that really wasn't that remarkable.

The seed is strong.

9 inches was at the lower end for size in his family but he really didn't have anything to complain about. Yet another perk of being a Holden man. With their large balls, it only was natural that they have the dick to match. It was a subject less commonly talked about for obvious reasons yet Alexander was no idiot. He had seen his brothers dicks through their pants plenty of times and heard stories from their wives. And his children, well a father can't help but see these things even if he tries not to. Once back when Alexander had still been in college and with Stephanie his father, the patriarch of the family, had gotten a bit too drunk on old fashions and whiskey on the rocks. He had launched into a bit of a rant.

"Oh I had some big dicked brothers, but of all them, mine was the thickest. No, it wasn't the longest, that would be my brother Kendall. We used to call him pencils dick Kendall you know. Foot long but thin as a finger. Looked ridiculous with his big balls. He ended up having eight children though so I guess someone liked that pencil dick." 

The whole family had erupted in laughter at that, much to Stephanie's horror and Alexander's delight. He had inherited that thickness, thickness which Christopher revealed in, tentatively licking the head from his ass up position before taking the whole thing in his mouth. Giving a blow job to someone of Alexander's size wasn't easy but Christopher had something like 20 years of practice. It wasn't just that he could take the whole thing that made Christoper blow jobs great, although that was nice. Rather it was the way he played with Alexander's balls, tickling them caressing them, even taking a break from his dick to suck on them. Alexander always thought he was trying to cut out the middleman and get right to the source of his addiction. He suspected his lover would hook up an IV bag of his seed to drip into his bloodstream if he had the supply.

After a few minutes Christopher got impatient. "I'm ready," he said excitedly turning to face away from Alexander and presenting his ass like a target for practice. Alexander took a bottle of lube from his bedside table and applied it generously to his dick and his lover's hole. There was no point in a condom, they both were clean and besides those did little against determined Holden spunk. Yet lube was essential even after all these years for accommodating his dick. Slowly he inserted his dick, being careful at first. Once he was halfway in Christopher gave him a nod and he sped up, ramming the rest of his member in and then pulling it out almost all the way out with a wet squish. Christopher moaned a high-pitched whine of pleasure and pleaded for more. As Alexander began to thrust he answered with his own sound, a mix between a bellow and a grunt. God, how did he keep his hole so tight? 

"Harder" Christopher panted. Alexander went harder.

Harder!" Christopher said again. Alexander thrust with his hips impaling his partner with all his substantial strength. His full balls slammed against round butt cheeks, the sound keeping time with his thrusts. 

"Harder daddy, breed me. Fucking breed me. Fill me with your seed till I have your fucking baby." Alexander gave it all he had. If Christopher wanted to be bred so bad then he was all too happy to oblige. He obliterated him, pulverized his fucking hole. Pleasured him so thoroughly he might never walk again. He showed his lover how he had created three children, the reason why his family was so prolific. The seed is strong. The seed is strong. The seed is strong.

"The seed is strong." He screamed as he climaxed. His vision went white as his balls emptied like a dam bursting. His dick became a fire hydrant for the torrent of seed that he pumped into Christopher. The two collapsed onto each other, sweaty bodies reveling in the heat, the smell, and the pleasure. They just sat there for a moment, slowly winding down from the passion of the experience. It had felt for a moment like those times back so long ago when Alexander had conceived his children. He knew even then as soon as he had climaxed his seed would quicken. He had felt it in his bones, in his balls. Only obviously that couldn’t be, a figment of his horny imagination perhaps. 

With a start, Alexander realized his dick was still inside of Christopher, half hard and plugging his hole like a drain stopper. He removed himself with a popping sound and caused a torrent of cum to spill out of Christopher. Christopher reached around and scooped it up onto his hand before licking them clean and moaning like he had just had a cold cone in the summertime. He went in for a kiss and Alexander got a taste of his own seed. It was indeed strong, like raw masculinity. Salty musky and somehow sweet, Alexander understood why Christopher had developed a taste for it. He could somehow tell that every single swimming sperm in his mouth could create a child if given a chance, ones who would be as beautiful as the ones he had now. The thought made him feel like Chronos from Greek mythology gobbling up his children whole.

"Even more amazing than usual," Christopher said once the two had broken their kiss. "I swear Alexander you are a fine wine. You just get better with age." He excused himself to use the bathroom leaving Alexander lying alone on his spoiled sheets. It was funny how much sex defined his life. It was sex that had brought him his children, the lights of his life. Sex that had brought him Christopher, his life partner and husband. Even his business, the largest contraceptive company in the country. It would be quite the scandal if it came out that their CEO could bust right through their condoms with his seed. Alexander supposed it was inevitable that his life revolved around sex. He had always been told the seed was strong and had always taken it literally. Yet it went beyond hyperactive balls. The men of his family seemed practically bred to breed, with their faces and their bodies not the mention the dicks and strong libido, it was inevitable that the Holden men lived and breathed sex. He wondered what in the family's past had happened to create such a strong seed. Was there some kind of curse placed on their family by a disgruntled prehistoric witch? Or maybe one of Alexander's ancestors was some kind of genetically mutated freak. Could they be a different species? With the rate they were going the whole world might be Holden men in a few centuries. 

Alexander had to laugh. The things he thought about in his post-nut state were always strange but he must have really needed this if he was thinking about witches and a future of only Holden humans. Besides Alexander had found a loophole, homosexuality. Not of course before before he had spawned three and potentially hundreds more through donation. Still with Christopher at least he knew he was safe. The seed was strong but it wasn't that strong. 

"HONEY. I think I'm pregnant" Christopher yelled from inside the bathroom waving a positive pregnancy test excitedly.

Shit. The seed is strong.

Hope you enjoyed, been sitting on this one for a while. I wrote an epilogue too that more comedic then hot, but i would post that too if anyone is interested.

[sulumuns-dootah]

Good morning XD, then, if it doesn't bother you. Could you write the WHB!Kings reaction to a MC who is totally clumsy and unlucky? As if they will just trip on their own feet all the time, fell with their face on the ground, twisttheir hair in a branch and etc. (english is not my firts language, so sorry if I wrote something wrong😭 )

WHB kings w/ with really clumsy s/o

⟡ Masterlist ⟡

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It's kinda funny that you have more bruises on your body from your own doing and not from Satan, but here we are

And Satan actually doesn't even like that

There's less space for him to mark you as his own

And also, when he does, everyone just thinks you just bumped into something again

Threatens you every time he sees you collide with comething that he'll wrap you up in bubble wrap or get you that inflatable ball thing

       ༺☆༻

Mammon, being the protector he is, takes it upon himself to make sure you're okay and nothing harms you even if you do trip/bump into something

It seems to be working at first, but then you take an unfortunate tumble down a few steps

From then on you're not allowed to walk around edges and staircases without anyone being there to catch you in time

If you still keep getting into these small accidents, Mammon would have no other chance than to confine you to his palace and only allow you to leave under a close watch from one of his nobles

       ༺☆༻

It's hard for Levi to believe that someone so pretty has so little grace

Well... Everyone has flaws - except Levi - so you better deal with them yourself, no?

Leviathan doesn't really care about the outcome of your clumsiness unless it's something more serious like a broken bone or a deep cut

Oh, but don't you even dare to as much as stumble at some formal even while he has you on his arm

That's his cue to leave, even if it's held in his own castle

And then he won't even talk to you for the next week for embarassing him so much like that

       ༺☆༻

'Huhu, you're so silly, Y/N.'

Beel finds all your small accidents funny

As long they don't endanger you, ofc

The good thing about Beel is that he can actually protect you from something more fatal evenm if he's not aaround bc he - unlike Mammon - actually is looking over you 24/7

So it's easy for him to just quickly create a clone and save you

But is the amount of teasing afterwrads really worth it?

       ༺☆༻

Oh, you tripped? Hm... That must suck. Maybe if you stayed in bed, it wouldn't happen

Or so Belphie thinks until a thud wakes him up in the middle of the night

What happened? Oh nothing, you just had a bit more active dream and rolled off

And you would think that now he would be worried, huh? Nope, he just starts laughing and that's it

Actually, the one worried for you now is Beleth, who makes sure to either add some form of restraint or at least set soemthign softer under the bed on your side

       ༺☆༻

Asmo kinda gives me vibes, that he'll become a bit Yandere

Like the whole 'I lock you up for your own good bc the world out there is scary and dangerous'

Except the room you're stuck in does have a covered balcony and is more like a luxury studio apartment

And it has the added bonus of being safe from the other inmates in Abaddon, making it the safest place in the whole country

Oh, and don't make me forget about the amount of baby-proofing Asmo has installed for you

Guess beaing a seasoned father is useful to him for once

       ༺☆༻

Lucifer does get worried at first, seeing your bruises and cuts, but as long as they're not worse than that, he'll be okay with them

Though, you are banned from handling the medical instruments like scalpel for your and everyone else's sake

It's kinda hard to come into harm's way in the hospital, actually

The way it's designed is for it to be safe for any inmate so in theory, you should be fine

But ofc, you alway find a way, right?

Lucifer kinda htes to admit it to himself, but he enjoys having you go to him with any small injury like a papercut or broken nail

[hambiichu]

Hogwarts au

Sumarry: There's a rumour that Levi is dating outside of his house

Don't like how this turned out, please enjoy :))

If you prefer at ao3

Divider by: @/notaorbital

Tags: Slytherin! Levi, female! Reader, rumour, short story, drabble, hogwarts au,

"Have you noticed the way Levi looks at me during Quidditch practice?" Marine gushes, dramatically fanning herself with her hands, her eyes sparkling with a blend of admiration and infatuation. She seems utterly enraptured by thoughts of Levi, the charismatic captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team.

With his tousled dark hair, sharply defined jawline, and confident demeanor, Levi commands attention not only on the pitch as an exceptional athlete but also as a respected figure among many students. As a proud Slytherin, Marine feels an indescribable thrill coursing through her at the mere mention of his name.

"Ughhh, he’s so incredibly handsome and charming! I absolutely cannot wait to ask him out!" she exclaims, glancing over at her friend Max, who is deeply engrossed in crafting a heartfelt love letter at the table. The quill in his hand moves across the parchment with such fervor that it shakes the table slightly, earning curious glances from nearby Slytherin students who momentarily pause their conversations.

"Can you write any faster? We need to finish before his Quidditch final!" Marine huffs playfully, giving Max a gentle kick under the table that makes him jump in surprise. The scattered Slytherins around them shift their attention momentarily, intrigued by the commotion still echoing amidst the buzz of the Great Hall.

"I’m going to confess to him," Marine continues, her voice bubbling with excitement. "I’ll show him my love and unwavering devotion! Just imagine if I wore something really special to grab his attention—oh, that would be delightful! I might even consider using a love potion to ensure he falls for me, no matter what!" Her eyes widen with enthusiasm, practically glowing at the thought.

Max pauses for a moment, his expression shifting to one of concern as he raises an eyebrow, clearly unsettled by her last suggestion. Absently twirling a strand of her long, blonde hair around her finger, he responds, "Isn’t that a bit unethical? Using a love potion? It’s against the rules because it’s, like, super non-consensual."

"Silence!" she playfully admonishes, rolling her eyes dismissively as if swatting away an irritating gnat. "Who cares about that? I can do whatever I want! My family is wealthy and works in the Ministry—no one’s going to bat an eye at me!" The confidence drips from her words, reflecting her belief in her own entitlement.

"Yeah, right," Max scoffs, inching himself away from her a fraction more, a bemused grin creeping across his face. "Not that anyone is stopping you—except for the muddled rumor that Levi might be dating someone from another house."

At the mention of that rumor, Marine's expression morphs into a disgruntled pout, her previously bright demeanor clouded by an unmistakable wave of irritation. She has certainly heard the whispers surrounding Levi and the potential love interests he may have outside Slytherin.

The mere thought of another girl possibly winning his affection sends icy waves of jealousy crashing through her. Her green eyes narrow, a predatory glint flashing as they dart across the Great Hall, locking onto you and your friends as you share warm laughs and lighthearted moments in your own corner. How could anyone dare to compete when Levi’s heart should unmistakably be hers?

"Her?" Marine scoffs, her tone dripping with bitterness. "She’s an ugly twat, a good-for-nothing person! How could Levi even like her when all she does is hang around with her friends and float about like a nobody?"

After hastily finishing the love letter, Max pushes it across the table towards her, wearing an uncertain expression. Marine quickly tucks it into her pocket, her glare still fixed intensely in your direction. "She’s utterly useless! She and Levi barely even talk! How could a captain fall for someone like that?"

Max crosses his arms, contemplating her words with a skeptical look. "I don’t know? Maybe Levi finds her more appealing than you? I mean, look at your attitude—bratty and spoiled. Do you really think he’d even want you?"

Marine responds with a swift kick to his shin that carries a hint of seriousness, her eyes blazing with determination. "Of course he wants me! He totally stares at me! Trust me, I've overheard him whisper to his friends that I’m far prettier and richer than she is!"

She turns her head pointedly in your direction, adding with a flash of confidence, "Have you seen the signs?!"

"No," Max shakes his head firmly. "I see the signs of how annoying you are."

"Annoying?! Who could possibly be annoyed by a pretty woman like me? Trust me, he'll fall for me," she declares with pride. "And he’ll show me off to all of Hogwarts and prove that I, Marine Gold, belong to Levi Ackerman!"

"Whatever," Max scoffs, rolling his eyes. "You’re so delusional and weird." His voice drips with disbelief as he leans back, the laughter of nearby students blending into a tapestry of teenage antics echoing throughout the hall.

As the Quidditch final approached, the atmosphere was electric, filled with the sounds of cheering and excitement from all the houses. It was Slytherin versus Gryffindor, and the sun shone brightly overhead, a gentle breeze weaving through the cheering crowd. The teams soared through the brilliant blue sky on their brooms, skillfully maneuvering to earn points for their respective houses. Each team had a Chaser determinedly aiming for the goal hoops, while Beaters swung their bats to send Bludgers careening toward their opponents. Meanwhile, each team had its own Seeker, ready to chase the elusive Golden Snitch.

Levi, the confident captain of Slytherin, soared high above the pitch, scanning the area for the glimmering Snitch. He barked orders to his teammates, urging them onward as the crowd erupted into cheers, rallying around their house. You stood amongst the throng of your house, waving your house flag proudly, your heart swelling with every spellbinding play.

Nearby, Marine was doing her best to catch Levi’s attention, waving her flag furiously. Yet, it was clear he was oblivious to her efforts, focused entirely on the match. Frustration etched across her face, she turned to Max, her annoyance evident.

“He hasn’t noticed me!” Marine whined, her voice tinged with disbelief. “It’s so unfair!”

Max leaned closer, a smug grin spreading across his face. “Well, it’s because he has his eyes on someone else. Look,” he said, nodding toward you. You, wearing Levi’s Slytherin blazer—his last name, ACKERMAN, emblazoned boldly across the back—stood with a radiant smile. The oversized sweater hung loosely on you, but you wore it with pride and affection for Levi; after all, it was a gift from him.

Marine's face turned red with frustration as tears glimmered in her eyes, confirming the rumors swirling around Hogwarts. In a fit of anger, she ripped up the love letter and stormed away, bumping into people as she made her exit.

“You owe me gallons for that!” Max called after her, barely containing his laughter, enjoying the spectacle. "Remind you, I wrote that!"

As the Quidditch match finally reached its climax, the tension in the air was palpable. With a final flourish, Levi led Slytherin to victory, and the crowd erupted in jubilant cheers. Spotting you in the sea of the crowd, he soared toward you, determination gleaming in his eyes as you waved your flag more fervently than ever.

“Levi! Congrats, you wo—” you began, but before you could finish, he removed his goggles, leaned forward, and kissed you passionately. The collective gasp from the assembled houses quickly transformed into thunderous applause as rumors that had circulated around were dramatically confirmed. Even Max clapped, joining in the celebration.

Pulling away slightly, Levi tenderly stroked your chin, entrusting the Golden Snitch to your chest as a symbol of his victory. “With your love and cheer, it drove me to win,” he murmured your name softly, kissing you again, sealing the moment with joy that echoed throughout the stadium. It was a moment that would forever be etched in your memory: the thrill of the game, the warmth of his affection, and the ecstatic cheers of your house.

[erodasfishtacos]

My Heart's in Overdrive (& You're Behind the Steering Wheel)

prompt: harry can't catch a break, can't give an explanation, and can only watch how things play out

word count: 3.5k

warnings: angsts, descriptions of anxiety, anxiety attacks, depression

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PART I & PART II

Harry was spiraling.

His mind raced as he tried to formulate an escape plan from the PR date with Tessa. 

He had no recollection of signing the contract, yet there it was, his signature staring back at him like an ironclad promise when Sonny forwarded it to him after getting off the phone call. 

He must have agreed to this at some point, perhaps in a moment of weakness or sheer oversight but he really tried to avoid these types of things.


Even when YN wasn't back in the picture, Harry never enjoyed going on scheduled dates with more pressure than when there aren’t paparazzi and PR teams breathing down his neck.

Regardless, it was binding, and now he had to figure out how to explain it to YN.

God, YN. How was he supposed to tell her? 

Every time they seemed to make progress, something always pulled them back, and this time, it was his fault yet again.

It was like a cruel cycle, one where YN put in all the effort, consistently showing up, prioritizing their relationship, while he let his career obligations dictate their course. 

He wanted to be the kind of partner she deserved, someone who balanced it all effortlessly, but he just kept failing.

Now, he felt caged, not by steel bars or shackles, but by ink on paper—contracts, commitments, and obligations he had no way of breaking without severe consequences. 

The industry was ruthless, and if he backed out, he would be dealing with more than just YN’s disappointment. 

Legal battles, financial repercussions, and a tarnished reputation loomed over him like a dark cloud. 

He couldn't afford to be reckless, not when so many people depended on him.

But YN deserved more than this. 

More than him constantly expecting her to understand, to be flexible, to accept being second priority. 

He had leaned on that grace too many times before, and each time, it chipped away at their foundation.

When he tried to call her, it went straight to voicemail. 

A sinking feeling settled in his gut as he checked their text messages and saw that she had put her phone on ‘Do Not Disturb’ for the night.

Fuck.

He couldn’t tell her over text.

How would he even phrase it?

Hey, thanks for the phone sex. By the way, I have a PR date tomorrow morning. Forgot to mention it, but don’t worry—it’s just with the face of Levi’s and totally meaningless.

Yeah, that would go over well.

He wasn’t stupid.

He remembered the comments she had made about his dating history, about his pattern of dating models. 

He could already picture the look on her face when she found out. 

It wasn’t just about the date—it was about what it represented, about the ways it reaffirmed her fears, her insecurities, the ways he had hurt her before. 

This wasn’t just another misstep. 

It was another confirmation that maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t as important to him as she should be. 

And that wasn’t true. 

It wasn’t. 

Because if they had been talking at the point, Harry would have never signed something like that.

Ever ever ever.

But how could he convince her of that when everything pointed to the opposite?

A tightness gripped his chest, his breathing becoming shallow as his body flooded with panic. 

The weight of it clawed at him, rising up his throat, making his entire body feel like it was on fire. 

He recognized the signs of an anxiety attack before it fully took hold. 

Without thinking, he moved off the bed and into the bathroom, turning the shower on. 

The water was lukewarm, leaning towards cold as he stepped under it, grunting at the ice pelting against the heat of his tender skin.

He needed to ground himself, to regain control, but it wasn’t working.

YN. 

He needed YN.

She was the only one who ever knew how to de-escalate him. 

The only one who could tell when he was getting overwhelmed before he even noticed it himself. 

She had always been that person for him, the calm in the storm, the one who never wavered.

++

YN had always been the calm one, the emotionally regulated anchor in a world that often felt crazy and unpredictable. 

No matter how chaotic the situation or how intense the emotions around her, YN remained a steady presence, someone who could be relied upon to bring balance when everything else seemed to be falling apart.. 

Where others might react impulsively or allow their emotions to take control, YN always found a way to maintain her composure. 

She didn’t rush into decisions or speak without thought; instead, she took the time to process her feelings, allowing herself to fully understand them before responding.

While her friends were often swept up in the storm of their own inner worlds—tossed between the highs of fleeting joy and the lows of uncertainty—YN remained anchored. 

People often marveled at her ability to handle even the most difficult situations with such ease.

Whether it was dealing with a personal conflict, facing an academic challenge, or simply navigating the everyday ups and downs of teenage life, YN always seemed to handle everything with poise. 

Her ability to stay calm in the face of stress wasn’t just a skill; it was a natural part of who she was, a defining characteristic that made her not only emotionally mature for her age but also incredibly wise beyond her years.

Sometimes, YN would get called ‘possessive’ or ‘jealous’ by other girls, and while the words stung, they never quite understood the reality of the situation.

 The assumptions made about her stemmed from one simple fact—no one else ever really got a chance alone with Harry.

 It wasn’t for lack of trying on their part; they all wanted their opportunity to charm him, to see if they could catch his attention, to experience what it would be like to have his undivided focus on them for even a few minutes. 

But it never seemed to happen.

YN was always there, ‘hogging’ him, as they put it, as if he were a prized possession rather than a person with his own agency.

But that couldn’t have been further from the truth.

What they failed to see, what they never took the time to understand, was the unspoken language that existed between YN and Harry. 

They didn’t notice the small, intimate moments that passed between them, the subtle ways they reassured one another, the effortless way they navigated social situations as a unit. \

They didn’t see how, upon arriving at the bonfire at their friend’s house, Harry had gently tugged YN’s hand before she could wander too far, his fingers latching onto hers with a kind of desperation that most people wouldn’t have caught. 

His voice, laced with the kind of nervous energy that only she could recognize, had been quiet but firm when he murmured, “Nut, don’t go too far, please.”

And she understood. 

She always did.

 She didn’t roll her eyes or dismiss his worry. 

She simply nodded, offering him a warm smile that told him she wasn’t going anywhere. 

“I won’t,” YN promised.

Years later, when Harry looked back on this time in his life, he would be struck by how profound their communication had been, how mature their connection was despite their age. 

They had operated on a level far beyond their years, always seeming ot balancing each other out in ways that most adults still struggled to achieve.

“What’s your number?” She had asked him then, her voice soft yet steady, knowing exactly what he needed without him having to say it outright.

“A five,” Harry had replied quietly, almost ashamed to admit it. 

There had been a time when he resented the question, when it made him feel weak, as though acknowledging his anxiety somehow diminished his strength as a man. 

He had been conditioned to believe that vulnerability equated to weakness, that expressing discomfort was something to be embarrassed about. 

But YN had helped him see the truth—that it was okay to feel this way, that it didn’t make him any less of a man.

If anything, it made him stronger.

YN would always remind him in a teasing but truthful tone, “Vulnerability is sexy.”

Despite his social anxiety, Harry never let it stand in the way of being there for YN. 

If someone was giving her a hard time, he wouldn’t hesitate to step in. 

If she needed defending, he was her first line of protection. 

His anxiety never existed in those moments because his love for her was bigger than the fear that usually controlled him. 

He put her first—always even when it meant pushing his own emotions aside.

And yet, he hadn’t realized just how much she had helped him, just how much he had relied on her, until she was gone.

He got too comfortable.

When they broke up, everything unraveled. 

Suddenly, he was alone in social situations, navigating unfamiliar territory without the safety net she had unknowingly provided. 

There was no buffer anymore, no one to subtly swoop in with an excuse when things got too overwhelming, no one to read the slight changes in his demeanor and pull him aside before the panic took hold.

Instead, he was left to face it all on his own, and the weight of it was crushing.

It wasn’t just the heartbreak of losing YN that drained him; it was the combination of grief and his anxiety spiraling unchecked.

It became a vicious cycle—his anxiety feeding into his depression, his depression making his anxiety worse. 

Every social event, every team function, every new situation felt unbearable without her presence beside him. 

He hadn’t even begun to recover when he attempted therapy, but that, too, had left him feeling even more lost.

The therapist’s skepticism had been like a slap to the face.

“If you are as anxious as you say, why would you ever choose to be a professional football player?”

The question had floored him.

He hadn’t known how to answer it. 

It wasn’t that he had chosen this career because it was easy for him—it was that football was the one place where his anxiety didn’t control him. 

On the field, he wasn’t the nervous guy struggling to make small talk at a team dinner. 

He was fast, he was focused, he was powerful. 

Football had been his escape, the only place where his mind quieted long enough for him to feel normal. 

But the therapist hadn’t understood that. 

Instead of helping him work through his struggles, they had made him doubt himself even more.

After that session, he never went back.

His anxiety continued to gnaw at him, unchecked, until it became suffocating. 

The only thing that seemed to help, even just a little, was the cold water. 

Showers, swimming pools, ice baths—it didn’t matter, as long as he could feel the chill against his skin. 

The shock of it helped calm his body down, helped pull him back from the brink when he felt like he was drowning in his own thoughts.

Still, even as the water rushed over him, he couldn’t escape the feeling of being completely and utterly exhausted. 

His breathing was just as heavy as if he had just sprinted the length of a football field, chest heaving, throat dry and burning from the lack of oxygen making its way into his lungs. 

No matter how much he tried to steady himself, to ground himself, it never felt like enough.

And maybe, deep down, he knew why.

Because without YN there to remind him to breathe, to hold his hand when the world felt like too much, he was still learning how to do it on his own.

++

Sleep didn’t come easy that night. 

Harry tossed and turned, his mind restless, his body unable to settle. 

Every few minutes, he reached for his phone, checking and rechecking to see if she had texted back. 

The silence from her end was deafening, and with every passing hour, his anxiety only deepened.

The breakfast date was scheduled for eight-thirty in the morning at a local restaurant that was well-known for being a hotspot for celebrities. 

It was the kind of place where paparazzi loitered, hoping to catch a scandalous photo or an unexpected encounter between two famous people.

 Despite the many times Harry had heard of it, he had never been there himself.

He knew that YN loved a lay-in on the weekends, often staying in bed until nine or even ten if she had the chance.

 But he was praying desperatelythat maybe, just maybe, she had woken up early today. 

That maybe she’d see his message, hear his call, and give him the chance to explain before the media twisted everything into something it wasn’t.

And then, as if the universe had conspired against him, a series of unfortunate events began to unfold. 

Harry considered himself a person with relatively good luck, but today—on the one day he needed it the most—luck was nowhere to be found. 

He needed a favor from fate more than he needed to throw a game-winning touchdown during the playoffs, but fate had other plans.

He had anticipated the presence of paparazzi. 

That was the whole point of this arrangement, after all. 

But what he hadn’t expected was just how many would be waiting for him. 

The scene outside the restaurant was overwhelming—swarming with photographers who acted like vultures circling fresh roadkill.

They were shoving at each other, pressing themselves against his car before he even had the chance to park properly. 

And, of course, because they wanted the best possible photographs, he had been instructed to park at the very front of the restaurant—completely exposed. 

Normally, in situations like this, celebrities were offered the option of a back entrance, a discreet way in.

But not today.

Harry’s anxiety, which had been simmering since the night before, was now reaching a boiling point. 

The flashing cameras, the deafening shouts, the lack of personal space—it all pushed him closer and closer to the edge. 

The paparazzi operated with the delusion that they were untouchable, fearless even in the face of a towering quarterback with broad shoulders and the muscle mass to back up his size. 

They had the upper hand, and they knew it.

Then, the bystanders started to notice the commotion. 

Pedestrians, people who had merely been passing by, suddenly realized someone important was in their midst. 

Like moths to a flame, they gravitated toward the growing mob, adding to the chaos.

In the frenzy of trying to get into the restaurant without causing a scene—or worse, someone getting hurt, Harry never heard his phone ring. 

The noise was too much, his mind too wired, his body too overwhelmed to even register the vibration in his pocket.

By the time he finally made it inside, he was on the verge of hyperventilating. 

But he hid it well. 

No one—not the restaurant staff, not the other patrons would be able to tell just how much he was struggling. 

Only YN ever saw through the cracks in his composure.

The restaurant’s owner greeted him, shaking his hand and immediately launching into a conversation about football. 

It was always football.

Harry nodded along, forcing himself to appear engaged even as he mentally tried to steady himself. 

He was then guided to a very public table on the outside patio, where cameras could easily document every second of the staged date.

Tessa hadn’t arrived yet. 

That, at least, was a small mercy. 

He had a few minutes to collect himself before he had to endure the part of the morning he was dreading the most.

Harry pulled out his phone, fully expecting to see nothing from YN.

But to his surprise, there was a missed call.

8:23 AM.

His heart lurched as he immediately pressed her contact, anxious for her to answer. 

He needed to explain himself. 

Needed her to hear the truth. 

But the call rang once before going straight to voicemail.

His stomach dropped.

She had sent him to voicemail.

How could she already know?

Then, a text appeared on his screen:

YN: Sorry! I’m about to head into a deep tissue massage appointment to work on these aches from the accident. My shoulder’s still twinging a bit!! I’ll call you when I get out! (:

Relief flooded through him, though it was short-lived. 

He wanted to reply immediately, to ask for just a minute of her time, but before he could type out a message, his ‘date’ was arriving at the table.

++

The date was going terribly.

Harry couldn’t focus on anything Tessa was saying. 

His mind was elsewhere, his eyes constantly flicking to his phone.

He was hyper-aware of the paparazzi, more so than usual, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t force himself to feign interest in the conversation.

It didn’t take long for Tessa to notice.

With a scowl on her face, she clinked her fork against the plate in frustration.

“You could at least try to be interested in what I’m saying. We’re on a date, and you’re not treating it like one.”

Harry blinked, setting his phone down. 

His usual cool, composed demeanor was nowhere to be found when he replied sharply, “I’m not treating it like a real date because it isn’t. Public Relations managers don’t set up dates—they set up business opportunities that make them money.”

Tessa’s expression tightened, though she was careful to maintain an air of professionalism. 

Cameras were everywhere, after all.

“Asshole,” she muttered under her breath, low enough that only he could hear.

Harry scoffed, running his tongue over his teeth, “If you typically start relationships with a signed contract, I guarantee you that’s not a great start.”

His stomach churned. 

He could barely take more than a few bites of his meal without feeling nauseous.

The rest of the breakfast was as awkward as expected. 

And yet, they still had to end it with a hug and a kiss on the cheek—nothing inherently intimate, but in the context of this situation, it would be spun into something far bigger than it was.

The moment he was in his car, he peeled out of the parking lot, desperate to get away from the flashing cameras.

But the entire drive home, he was texting.

H: Please, please call me when you’re out of your massage.

H: Nut, I will explain everything to you. I promise.

H: It wasn’t anything. I promise I have an explanation.

H: Call me, please.

For the first few hours, he tried to remain optimistic.

But Harry knew deep tissue massages didn’t last four hours.

By that point, he knew. 

She had seen the photos.

He tried calling.

It rang twice, offering a flicker of hope—but then it stopped. 

She hadn’t blocked him, and while he hadn’t truly believed she would, the lack of an answer still cut deep.

Then he went online.

The breakfast date was trending in the top ten by the afternoon.

The photo of him kissing Tessa’s cheek was the headline image.

So she had seen it.

Harry knew blowing up her phone wouldn’t help. 

He needed to respect her boundaries.

She clearly didn’t want to talk to him.

But he just wanted a chance to explain.

If they weren’t in different cities, he’d be at her door. 

And if he didn’t have a meeting later that he cannot bail on, he’d be on a plane to her by now.

Harry gets this heart-wrenching feeling, and he’s really never felt it but once before.

That had been when YN had ended things with him.

[lostinwildflowers]

Attack On Titan Masterlist

Zeke Yeager

❈ A Missed Chance (0.7K) - ✨ - You are in love with Zeke Yeager, but he's busy with that blonde girl.

❈ When Opportunity Strikes (Part 2 to A Missed Chance) (3.3K) - ✨❤ - Zeke was with that blonde girl, but after the party he notices how reclusive you are. He is determined to figure out why, but then that blonde girl makes this complicated. Where does that leave you?

❈ Late Nights and Lonely Calls (1.0K) - ✨❤ - Zeke has to spend a late night in his office, and he sees how much he misses you in the whimsical charm of the night.

❈ Studying, or Something (0.7K) - ❤ - You and Zeke were supposed to go out on a date. Physics homework is the only thing that stands in your way.

❈ If Only in My Dreams (3.4K) - ❤✨ - The Dream Titan causes a reconciliation between you and Zeke.

❈ The Staircase (4.3K) - ❤✨ - The staircase outside of your apartment seems to be endlessly busy, where you find yourself caught in the middle between two futures. You know you’ll need to pick one path to go down, but which one will you choose?

❈ The Staircase - Zeke's Ending (1.1K) - ❤ - You’ve planned to go out to eat with Zeke, but to make dinner with Levi after your presentation. One seems to call to you a little more than the other.

❈ The Claim of A Heart (Series - 19.8K ) - ❤✨ - Love finds you in playful and tender childhood, taking a hold of you and your beloved Porco. That is until a call from the Prince of Marley comes, and your heart gets ripped away from you, and plans unfold when a secret is found.

❈ Mint Chocolate Chip (0.6K) - ❤ - You and Zeke go on an evening stroll, and he wants your favorite ice cream.

❈ One Call Away (1.4K) - ❤✨ - Waking up in the hospital is not something that was on your radar. Thankfully, Zeke is your emergency contact.

❈ Coral Colored Confessions (0.9K) - ❤ - You are a marine biologist on a mission - to find more coral for your research. You drag your boyfriend along for some fun.

❈ Falling Leaves and Apple Picking (1.1K) - ❤ - You go apple picking with your lover, and he makes things, well, interesting.

❈ Chocolate-Iced Donut... with Sprinkles! (1.0K) - ❤ - You are trying to get donuts for your office, but what happens when the cashier spills another customer's drink?

Levi Ackerman

❈ The Staircase (4.3K) - ❤✨ - The staircase outside of your apartment seems to be endlessly busy, where you find yourself caught in the middle between two futures. You know you’ll need to pick one path to go down, but which one will you choose?

❈ The Staircase - Levi's Ending (0.9K) - ❤ - You’ve planned to go out to eat with Zeke, but to make dinner with Levi after your presentation. One seems to call to you a little more than the other.

❈ Caught Slipping (2.2K) - ❤ - You and Levi get to spend a weekend together in the snow.

❈ Happy Accidents (1.3K) - ❤ - You and Levi had been close friends ever since you joined the Survey Corps with him and his underground friends. You were the first friendly face the three of them saw, and you quickly took a liking to Levi. You are talking to Izzy when someone appears behind you. Oops?

❈ Believe Me When I Say I Love You (27.5K) - ❤✨ - A young, naïve princess and a scrappy kid off the streets find themselves at odds, only to form a close connection that could cost the princess's future.

❈ Hard Truths (0.3K) - ✨ - Levi found someone else.

❈ Colder Weather (1.0K) - ❤ - It’s cold out, snow is falling, and you aren’t at your shared house with Levi. He’s planned a surprise for you, and he wonders what you’ll think when he asks you a whimsical question.

❈ Depletion (0.7K) - ✨ - The mission was supposed to be easy. Ride in, scout for a new camp set up, ride out. Except you weren't making it out.

❈ Just a Walk in the Park (0.7K) - ✨ - You and Levi go for a walk in the park.

❈ A Long Day (0.9K) - ✨ - You get to go home to visit your family and friends from college, where you just want to spend the rest of your evening with Levi. He can see how stressed out you are, and gently helps you unwind from all of your tension.

❈ A Little Payback Never Hurt (1.1K) - ✨❤ - You get a little jealous when Levi is talking to another girl. You decide to try to get a little payback.

Porco Galliard

❈ The Claim of A Heart (Series - 19.8K ) - ❤✨ - Love finds you in playful and tender childhood, taking a hold of you and your beloved Porco. That is until a call from the Prince of Marley comes, and your heart gets ripped away from you, and plans unfold when a secret is found.

❈ Home (1.0K) - ❤ - Porco comes home from a long day at work to you making dinner in the kitchen. He takes a moment to appreciate you, finding himself in love all over again.

❈ Before the House (Part 2 to Home) (1.0K) - ❤ - Porco just managed to put a ring on your finger, sealing it with a beautiful wedding. Now, it’s time to find a place to call your own, while Porco calls you his.

❈ A Crumbling Foundation (Part 3 to Home) (1.2K) - ✨ - While marriage is a beautiful thing, it can test the limits of even the strongest of people. Things aren’t flowing as easily as you thought, and Porco’s got a strong opinion you can’t seem to beat.

❈ Quickstep (Part 4 to Home) (2.1K) - ❤ - Before the life of marriage, you and Porco were friends who had full-time classes to juggle between the two of you. And- a ballroom dance class.

Jean Kirstein

❈ Night Changes (2.2K) - ❤✨ - You wake up from a nightmare and Jean comforts you. In easing your worries, you ease his.

❈ Hidden (1.7K) - ❤✨ - You and your best friend, Jean, are cleaning up your ODM gear when an urgent request for you comes from Erwin’s office. What will he tell you, and what will it mean for your friendship with Jean?

❈ Head Over Wheels For You (1.1K) - ❤ - You are biking back to the parking lot on campus when you fly head over… wheels? for someone.

❈ You’re Wheelie Great (Part 2 to Head Over Wheels For You) (1.4K) - ❤ - After running Jean over with your bike, Jean takes you back to his place to fix it up.

Erwin Smith

❈ Sleep, Love (1.3K) - ❤ - You are trying to finish your work, but sleep is calling to you. You ignore the need to sleep, so Erwin takes matters into his own hands.

❈ The Dance (1.3K) - ✨ - Your steps were not working out with your current partner. So when a tall blonde rival's partner becomes ill, do your steps smooth out?

❈ Promenade (Part 2 to The Dance) (4.2K) - ❤✨ - A war of dance is upon you, and somehow your partner is your rival. What will happen when it is time for the ultimate dance?

❈ The Olympic Games (Part 3 to The Dance) (7.1K) - ❤✨ - You've qualified for the Olympics with the person you were least expecting, but now, you're competing for gold. Will you manage to make it?

❈ When The Time Is Right (1.0K) - ❤ - A venture into the woods on your day off doesn't end the way you expect it to.

Miche Zacharius

❈ Get Me A Cowboy (2.0K) - ❤ - Miche is a cowboy, through and through. When you accidentally accuse him, what will happen?

Connie Springer

❈ Cold Ramen (1.4K) - ❤ - You and Connie are best friends in college, but one day he confesses his love to you,

Headcanons

❈ Cooking with the Warriors - ❤

❈ Soft Erwin Smith - ❤

❈ Hand Holding with Zeke - ❤

❈ Reverse AU with AOT Boys - ❤

❈ College AU with Zeke - ❤

❈ Jean’s Insecurities - ❤✨

❈ Sleeping Next to Zeke Yeager - ❤

❈ Relationship HCs with Zeke Yeager - ❤

❈ Alzheimer S/O with Levi Ackerman - ✨

❈ Alzheimer S/O with Levi Ackerman – Part 2 ✨

❈ Becoming Warriors with the Galliard Brothers - ❤✨

❈ Reading with Armin Arlert - ❤

❈ Small! S/O with Zeke Yeager - ❤

❈ Deaf S/O with Zeke Yeager - ❤

❈ Sentimental S/O with Eren Yeager, Porco Galliard, and Reiner Braun - ❤

❈ AOT Characters as Pilots in Top Gun - ❤

[ironcade]

Blood Upon the Snow

Chapter One

poly!141 x fae!reader [concept] [ao3] [next]

a/n: gender and appearance descriptors will generally be left ambiguous unless otherwise stated for specific reasons. also do not hesitate to send asks with questions or requests about this au because i find that curious minds help with world building and development. also this is my first fic in a LONG time so please give me some grace. thank you. i appreciate every person that reads my things. it reminds me why i love to write.

summary: Life has always been a series of masks and facades. Born of one people but willingly traded to another to become something you could never truly be, you have lived a lie that never ends. Now, you become a new bargaining chip in a political war lasting centuries. Shipped off to a foreign kingdom, you are expected to now play the part of a king's counterpart. Except, just as you have never been what you seem, John Price and the men of his court also seem to carry something beneath the surface.

The sound of horse hooves on gravel echoed alongside the sound of a carriage being drawn. It had been the only real source of noise for over three days now. Despite being designated a royal procession, it was hardly anything of the sort. It was made mostly of men from the Duchy of Lorraine, with only a few royal knights spared for the journey. Two carriages rode among the middle of the knights and a wagon of supplies followed behind. It truly was a sorry display for what was meant to be a political statement.

Maybe that in and of itself was the political statement.

You found yourself sitting in your carriage, eyes staring out the small window but attention focused elsewhere. The events of the last month played on repeat in your mind, trying to figure out how you ended up in this position in the first place.

It started with a trade agreement. That is what your father had told you. From the things you had gleaned in the documents he had spared you, the treaty of trade between your homeland of Drelzhan and the neighboring kingdom of Orbonne had expired and was up for renegotiation. This defining period had the Queen Kalista hoping to increase tariffs and taxes levied on things imported and exported between borders, claiming that the port was experiencing a higher demand these days and thus, if Orbonne wanted to make use of the docks, the King would need to pay higher prices. This, the King in question, deemed an insult given this was not a treatment being equally shared among the other countries that used the ports to move their goods.  

It caused quite the stir at court, for Drelzhan could not afford the ire of a general turned King. War was not an option and never could be.

Talks were had and an agreement was reached. John would take a royal of Drelzhanian blood as his spouse and in turn tariffs would become lower. It seemed like a win, although maybe more for the Queen than the King. For the treaty was ambiguous about exactly who the poor soul to wed the King would be.

Queen Kalista immediately refused to send any of her darling children. Her eldest son was set to inherit the throne and thus was out of contention. Her three daughters were either betrothed already or deemed ‘too young’ for a man of advanced years like John Price. That left the three Duchies of Drelzhan, all of whom have royal blood in some form or fashion, to take over the burden. Lorraine, being the eldest family, were all but commanded to sacrifice their kin. 

Duke and Duchess Lorraine had birthed two children, an eldest daughter by the name of Ophelia, who unfortunately could not be handed over as she was named the heir but a spring past. That left you. The second born and well known for their extremely poor health.

It had become common knowledge within the halls of Drelzhan’s court that you had been born with a poor constitution. Sickness plagued you around every corner and you hardly left the confines of the family estates. Despite being well past age, almost twenty-six summers at this point, you had never so much as made a debut into society. No one dared to ask for your hand in marriage for who would court the infirm? 

Instead, the Duke and Duchess had spent the entirety of your life coddling you within the halls of Duchy Lorraine. Always accompanied by König, your most loyal of knights, and Roach, your mute but incredibly devoted servant. At least, that is the story that had been weaved over the years, the tale that everyone knew and echoed when speaking of the second child of Duke Lorraine. 

Was it the honest truth?

There was no such thing as the honest truth in your world.

However, it was this reputation that likely put you in this carriage, being escorted to a home you did not want, to marry a King who likely didn’t want you.

As one might imagine, there was no greater insult than to provide a King with a useless partner. A gift, a political prisoner, that would offer little in return. What could you do? To the world, you held no skills, were far too weak and too soft to lead. You were sent as a resource drain, to trap a King in a marriage that would lead nowhere. You were meant to be an illness that would fester into weakness.

A light tapping on your knee pulled you from your silent musings. Eyes shifting to make eye contact with Gary, or Roach as he has insisted you call him. His eyebrows were furrowed just slightly as an indication of the concern you could tell he was feeling. There had never been a voice to accompany him, but words were not needed once you learned to read him. Roach was subtly expressive in ways that your uncanny ability to understand people had quickly picked up on. His eyes were quite literally a window to the soul, but the language he spoke with his hands also helped to convey to you his thoughts.

After he was assured he had your attention, Roach began to move his hands. You watched intently, reading the non-verbal language.

Are you alright?

A simple question, but one that indicated your silence and inattention were not going unnoticed. 

“Yes. Just thinking, is all,” you replied, maintaining a small semblance of stoicism. Your voice was not your own, but soft and polite. It had never been your voice, but rather the one stolen from the human whose skin you inhabit. It does not feel right, but it is all you had.

Roach narrowed his eyes just slightly, the soft blues becoming hyper fixated on your microexpressions for just a moment. 

About? He asked.

You purse your lips just slightly, then respond. “Just on the nature of my upcoming nuptials and what the rest of my life entails. I know so little of the King, after all.” 

This earned a slight nod of understanding from your companion. He didn’t offer much else to that immediately and instead seemed to think on what could be said. Then his hands began to move. Don’t think you’ll have much more time to ponder. We are a few hours out from the capital.

He was correct and that simple reminder had you on edge. Your eyes shifted to look back out at the passing world beyond. Long had the extravagant cities and beautiful coasts left your view. All that remained was vast forests and a fleeting knight that had taken up the position beside your carriage every so often. 

Three days had been spent traveling, all uneventful and boring. Nights spent camping under the night sky, days spent in utter silence and insipidity. They had been a long three days, but it was not something you felt the need to complain about. Truly, you weren’t ready to face the reality that, for a second time in your life, you had been traded off like some object. The first time hadn’t been so bad, for the Duke and Duchess of Lorraine, Henry and Tabitha, had loved you in some manner. They showered you with affection and did everything they could to see that you were attended to. That was exactly why you had the companionship of Roach and König, for both of them had been personally picked out by you. You were never without and that is often why you rarely complained. 

Yet, this time around, it was different. The Queen could not be argued with. Duke Lorraine had grown far too powerful over the years, his kindness and personal force of knights earning him more favor at court these days. Thus, not only was this a punishment for a King she despised, but for a Duke that she couldn’t control. So, you became a bargaining chip, another price to be paid in a trade. 

Eventually, you sighed and looked back at Roach. “Have you… heard much about the King?” You asked softly, slowly. 

Roach blinked, as if thinking on the question you posed. He then shrugged. His hands began a familiar motion. About as much as you. He was crowned King after deposing the previous one. The people see him as a hero. He is stern and intense.

You hummed softly, a frown pulling at your lips. “I see… “

The soft, boyish features of Roach contorted into an uncomfortable expression, as if his lack of information displeased not only you, but himself as well. Horangi said that King John has been exceptionally fair to the people, as far as he can tell. A commoner turned King. It might not be that bad.

There was a lack of confidence in that last statement that had you not feeling entirely comforted by the man's words. However, the thought was there and the fact that he cared enough to try and comfort you in some way was enough for you.  

“Horangi is a gossipmonger that will spout anything as truth if he's bored enough,” you replied dryly, earning a silent shake of amusement from the blond across from you. “But… Thank you. I think I will be fine. I have people I trust with me,” you assured him, offering a slight smile after. 

A nod was given, indicating that he agreed in some part. 

Not much was said after that.

Eventually, the last hours of your journey came to pass. Silence clung to it up until the last hour or so, when the capital of Orbonne, Rochdale, came into view. It was hard to miss, what with the intense stone palace towering above the thinning treelines. The city surrounding it was no slouch either, comparing easily to Alenris in size. However, where you were used to extravagance and openness, Rochdale seemed to be heavy and imposing. An intensity to match the reputation of its King. 

Anxiousness began to dwell in your bones, a shifting of discomfort under your skin, reaching its peak once the procession made it to the city. There, they were met with Orbonnian soldiers lining the streets and the people gathering to see the approach of their new Monarch. Curious eyes peered upon your carriage, heads craning to get a glimpse of just who has come into their home. Eventually, mounted soldiers bearing this kingdom’s crest marched alongside those of your countrymen. They, without question or hesitation, began to guide and lead the Drelzhan delegation.

You shifted in your carriage to peer out and see exactly what was happening. It was there, as you glanced out, that you noticed a knight now beside the carriage that did not don the armor of the other knights. Instead it was older, worn, and black. Upon his helmet, instead of a simple visor, this one wore… You had to shift a little but you quickly realized that upon his helmet was a part of a skull. The energy that exuded from this knight was caked in decay and loss, so much so that you felt nauseous just from the sight of him alone. 

Your eyes widened and you quickly shifted away, barely catching the knight’s eye as you ducked out of sight. Your attention turned to Roach, who seemed to catch onto your panic and reached out to touch your knee. It was a grounding touch, simple in a way that reminded you of your situation and that no harm would come to you. 

Not even from a knight plagued by death. 

It wasn’t long before the protective curtain walls of the castle were passed and your procession came to a halt. 

You inhaled sharply, realizing that your new life of uncertainty had finally come to confront you. With the help of Roach, you adjusted your clothes, hair, and anything else needed to make yourself look presentable despite the time spent traveling. 

Then the booming voice of the ambassador of Drelzhan called out, “Announcing their Grace, of Duchy Lorraine.” Then, the carriage door opened and the hulking form of a familiar knight appeared. König, with his hood of cloth and daunting suit of armor, was a comforting sight to behold. Another easy reminder that you had friends with you, those you would never leave you alone. He would be the one to help present you to your new court and that provided you with some relief. His presence beside you was and always will be a solace.

Dark eyes landed on you, before he grunted softly in greeting and held out his hand to you. Slowly, you responded by tentatively placing your hand in his. Immediately, his extremely large hands engulfed yours and gave a soft squeeze, another comforting touch from a friend. He then helped to guide you from the carriage, ensuring you to not trip or fall as you disembark. 

As you left the comfort and safety of the last touch of home you knew, your eyes immediately began to take in your surroundings. Before you, standing at the tall wooden doors of the castle, stood a number of armored knights, with a speckling of common servants. All were at attention and staring at you as you moved.

Judgement permeated from them in waves, waiting to see if you met their intense expectations.

Yet, as your gaze moved, you couldn’t find yourself caring as soon as your focus locked onto one man.

At the center of it all, only a few feet away from you, was your betrothed. 

His Majesty, John Price.

Your mouth ran dry as you sharply inhaled. There were no rumors that spoke of how… attractive this man was. Despite the crown that adorned him, he was dressed in a simple white shirt that showed off a physique he clearly worked hard for. Green pants that left very little to the imagination. A face that was well groomed and showed that he was a man well aged. Dark blue eyes met yours as you both assessed one another. 

There was a moment of silence as unspoken thoughts were exchanged. No one seemed to move or breathe, waiting patiently for the King, or yourself possibly, to break the tension that was now strung in the air. As your gazes collided and each made passive observations, the world became drowned out by the sheer presence of the other. Neither of you spared thoughts to those around you. Instead, the two of you simply stared, unwavering in your need to deconstruct the other in this moment.

Until, finally, the stalemate was shattered. 

John moved first, beginning to approach you with a few measured steps. He came to a stop maybe two feet from you. He then gave a tight smile and bowed only slightly. He opened his mouth, his gruff voice greeting your ears and surprising you with words bearing an accent.

“Welcome, your Grace. I’ve been waiting for your arrival.”

[abiatackerman]

Mercy of Tiny Ackerman

❗I don't normally support ai arts but this one seemed so relatable with the story so I'm using this❗

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Summary: Levi, trying his best to act as the best dad and husband because in this world you two are the only people he has now!

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The Ackerman house is quiet now, except for the soft crackling of the fireplace and the occasional creak of the wooden floorboards. The warm, amber glow illuminated the small living room, casting flickering shadows against the walls. Outside, the wind whispered through the trees, a distant hum that only added to the stillness within.

Levi is sitting cross-legged on the floor, his back resting against the couch. His tired eyes softens as he watches the tiny figure sitting before him. His one-year-old son was babbling happily to himself, tiny fingers gripping a toy horse as he clumsily tried to make it "walk" across the blanket.

After claiming the Wall Maria and as everything settled down a little in the Paradise Island... You and Levi didn't waste any time and got married. Within a year this tiny little brat came into this world, lighting up both of your worlds. Also the fact that he's a carbon copy of Levi doesn't help much.... You two can't help yourself but spoil him to no end.

"Hey, I'm home!"

The sound of the front door opening and your familiar voice pulls Levi out of his thoughts. He looks up just as you step into the living room, a tired but warm smile on your face. Without hesitation, you make your way over to where your son is seated, his tiny hands reaching out toward you.

"Was my baby a good boy today?" you ask softly, scooping your son into your arms. You press him close, inhaling his sweet, comforting scent as you hug him tightly. "He didn't give Daddy a hard time, did he?"

Levi leans forward, brushing a light kiss against your cheek in greeting. His expression softens, his usual sharp features tinged with a quiet warmth that’s become more frequent since his son’s arrival.

"As always," Levi says, his lips curving into a small, rare smile. "He behaved like a proper brat."

As if understanding his father's words, your son squeals with delight and reaches his tiny hands toward Levi's hair, his wide grin mirroring his dad's subtle affection. Levi lets out a soft chuckle, tilting his head slightly as their son grabs his hair softly.

Levi watches you with an unspoken fondness, his heart swelling with quiet gratitude. He:s been smiling more these days, he realizes. A lot more. And it's all because of the two of you.

"Thanks for coming home early today, Levi. I was extremely busy today, all blame goes to Hange. And hey kid... Give your attention to mommy now... Daddy's tired!"

You say as you nuzzle with your son, taking him away from Levi.

"Tch don't thank me. I just did what I should do." Levi says as he ruffles his son's hair, "Also I've feed the brat dinner already and was waiting for him to fall asleep but... seems like he has far too much energy."

"Because he's an Ackerman."

You untie your bun, letting your hair cascade down as your son eagerly reaches for it. "Here, you can play with my hair instead of Levi's," you say with a soft smile.

Levi sighs and looks at the little boy in your arms, his expression betraying a mix of pride and amusement. There was no denying it—this was his son, an Ackerman through and through.

"You should go take a shower. I'll take care of him," Levi says softly, extending his arms.

"All right," you reply, stifling a yawn as you stand. "Can you put him to sleep then?"

Levi takes the small child into his arms. The boy coos happily, instantly clutching at Levi's shirt. You smile at the sight and playfully wink at Levi, causing his heart to skip a beat but his face, as always, remains unreadable. He knows once the toddler will fall asleep, you will finally be his again.

"Alright..." Levi mutters with a curt nod, rising to his feet.

The moment Levi stands, your son begins tugging at his dark hair with an excited giggle. You can’t help but laugh softly.

"Seems like he's obsessed with your hair," you tease, brushing a strand of your own out of your face.

Levi scoffs, his lips twitching into what might have been the ghost of a smirk. "Tch. I wonder why."

As the little boy yanks on another lock of hair, Levi gently grabs his tiny hand to stop him, kissing his tiny fist. He takes his son to his room and lay him down in his crib, yet the baby seemed distressed. He grabs onto Levi’s finger and refuses to let go.

Levi tries to pull his finger away to no avail. What was up with this brat's grip? It seems like the child's obsession with his hair extended to his fingers too.

"What's wrong, brat?"

Levi tries to pull his finger away from his son's grip, but to no avail. What is up with this brat's strength? It seems like the child's obsession with his hair has extended to his fingers too.

"What's wrong, brat?" Levi muttered, attempting once again to free his finger. The kid doesn't let go. Instead, he begain to whimper and whine, startling Levi. He never thought he'd see the day when he, Humanity's Strongest, would struggle to get a baby to release his hand.

Levi sighs, giving another gentle tug, but the boy only gripped tighter. Then, the crying started. Panic flickers across Levi's face as he tries to shush his son.

"Tch... don't cry, okay? Fine. You win. You want my finger? It's yours. Shhh… Dad's all yours…"

Levi's words come out awkwardly as he sits on the edge of the crib, surrendering to his tiny captor. The child immediately calms down, a satisfied smile on his face. Levi scoffs—this brat already has him wrapped around his tiny finger, literally and figuratively.

The room fell quiet except for the soft babbling of his son and the sound of running water from the bathroom. That's when it hit Levi.....

You were in there..... Naked......

"Damn it.... Get it together, Ackerman," Levi mutters under his breath, shaking his head.

His heart thumps at the thought. You are still his, the one he married, the one he loves. You are the woman who carried his child, the mother of the little boy currently biting down on his finger.

Levi winces as his son's tiny teeth sinks into his skin again, demanding his attention.

"Tch, what do you want, you little brat?" he grunts, but his voice holds no real irritation.

The child tugs at his finger once more, grinning up at him with wide blue eyes that mirrors Levi's own. Levi feels his heart tighten at the sight. How can something so small make him feel so weak?

After another failed attempt to free himself, Levi lets out a heavy sigh, resigning himself to his fate. "You're just as stubborn as your mother, you know that?" he mutters, glaring half-heartedly at the grinning baby.

Suddenly, your voice broke the quiet. "Hey, Levi~ Is our baby asleep yet?"

Levi's head whips around, and his eyes widened slightly as he sees you standing in the doorway, wearing his favorite nightie. You look stunning, your damp hair framing your face perfectly. But before he could form a proper response, you start laughing.

"Levi," you giggled, "what is this?!"

Levi scowls, feeling humiliated as you pointed at the baby still biting his finger.

"It's our damn brat. He won't let go of me, the brat keeps biting my finger."

You walk over, still chuckling. The sound of your laughter catches the baby's  attention and he finally releases Levi's finger, reaching for you instead.

Levi lets out a relieved sigh, rubbing his sore finger. But his relief was short-lived as jealousy creeps in. The boy wants you now, completely ignoring Levi.

You scoop up you son and cradle him in your arms, your wet hair brushing against your shoulders.

"What's wrong, baby? Your dad fed you, right? Are you hungry again?" you coo softly, rocking him gently.

Levi watches you, his gaze lingering on the way your wet hair clung to your skin. His heart races, jealousy mixing with an overwhelming sense of desire. You look effortlessly beautiful, holding the child you both created.

"Do you even know what you're doing to me right now?" Levi mutters under his breath, his voice low enough that you didn't catch it.

You smile at him, your voice soft and sweet. "You made me so happy by being a great dad today. I even prepared this surprise…" You say indicating your nightie. "I thought you'd already have him asleep by now, but…" You trail off, glancing at the boy now dozing in your arms. "Maybe he just needed his mother's scent to fall asleep."

Levi scoffs lightly. "Maybe. Or maybe he just decided to show mercy to his old man," he grumbles, though his eyes softens as they flick between you and his son.

You gently pat your son's back until he fully drift off, then carefully place him in the crib. "He's asleep," you whisper with a smile, tucking him in.

Then, you turn to Levi, a playful glint in your eyes. "Now…" you whisper and before Levi could react, you push him backward, leading him away from the crib. "Finally! It's only you and me now…" you murmur, your voice sending a shiver down his spine. Gently, he reaches out, tucking a damp strand of hair behind your ear.

"You're not the only one who needs this," he admits, his voice low.

Without another word, you slip your arms around his waist and lean into him, your head resting against his neck as you smile widely at his words.

"I love you, Levi,"

Levi’s lips quirks into the faintest smile as his hand cups your face.

"I love you too," he murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead, then your temple, and finally your lips.

The kiss was slow and deliberate, as if he was trying to convey everything he feels but can't put into words. His lips caresses yours softly, as if this is the first time he's kissing you. When you finally pull back, his forehead rests against yours, and for a moment, the world felt perfectly still.

"Come on," you whisper, taking his hand and lacing your fingers through his. "Let's enjoy the quiet while we can. You have to make a proper use of your suprise before your brat wakes up...."

Chuckling at your words, Levi follows your lead. His hand holding yours tightly as you lead him to the bed. The warmth of his gaze stays on you, a silent promise lingering in the air.....

You are his world, and nothing will ever change that.

[allthelovenina]

Gone girl

Give this man a break.

Summary: you basically triggered his abandonment issues

Warning: MDNI, smut, not sfw.

Sensual, smut, slow burn(I guess? I mean I tried so-)

English is not my first language, I apologize in advance for the grammatical and dictation mistakes.

Two whole months.

No, two months and 4 days to be exact. That's how many days you were gone. You left your resignation on Erwin's desk and left the scouts with no farewell. No one knew where you went to and no one was really concerned. After all, it wasn't unusual for scouts to quit.

No one except for Levi. At first, he was in denial, telling Erwin that he must look for you, that you wouldn't leave just like that and something was oddly off, what if someone forced you out? What if someone kidnapped you? The first few days were indescribable. He felt helpless, desperate and worried. Erwin would talk to him, tell him there was no reason for anyone to kidnap or threaten you, also Hange had seen you leave with your stuff packed in a suitcase in the middle of the night and you told them that you were leaving for a quiet life. He was heartbroken. You left without saying a word to him. He felt stupid for thinking he was special. He felt played and betrayed.

On one hand, he was relieved that you wouldn't be putting your life in danger anymore, that you were more likely to live a long and happy life. But on the other hand, why didn't you tell him? Wasn't he worthy of a proper farewell? Why wouldn't you at least write to him? He didn't admit it, but ever since you had left, he would check his mailbox every day. Desperately looking forward to a letter from you. On his days off, he would leave the HQ to the city, wishing to see you somewhere on a random street. How helpless and pathetic he felt, wandering around the crowded city all day long until his legs gave up. Yep, the legs that belonged to humanity's strongest soldier, the very legs that would be searching countless hours outside the walls would give up after almost 18 hours of walking and carrying the weight of this man's concern and despair. He felt like he lost his safe spot once again, his home, his lover.

He just needed to see you doing fine, that was all. He just wanted to make sure you were safe and sound. He swore to himself he wouldn't be mad or bitter if he saw you in a good state of health, he wouldn't yell and blame you for leaving him with no words. All because he couldn't help but feel like you were in danger.

He never gave up on searching for you but he didn't seem as concerned from outside after a while. To everyone, he was like his usual self again. However, he would be getting even less sleep, lose his temper even faster and barely eat.

One night he had the documents signed, read and summarised. Ready to be on Erwin's desk. He left his office for Erwin's only to find you there, in the corridor. His eyes were wide open in shock for a second and then his uninterested expression came back as he let out a loud sigh. "What the hell are you doing here?"

You remained speechless. You didn't really expect him to be this grumpy and oh if you only knew, he was controling himself. Otherwise you'd know "grumpy".

"I...I'm back."

"Changing your mind so easily is not like you." He was angry...furious yet so sad and also happy all at the same time. You left, you hurt him, made him feel like a fool and there you were standing in front of him looking prettier than ever, making him feel the butterflies in his stomach. You made him furious.

He wanted to cry and ask you why did you do that and selfishly beg you not to leave again, even for a quite less dangerous life. You made him sad.

But you were back! In one piece, you weren't dead and didn't seem to be injured(in a fatal serious way at least), he felt relieved. Your mere presence made him happy.

"I...wasn't really gone, Levi. I was sent to wall Sina for a secret mission. In order to steal some documents from the MP and gain information about their next move. I'm sorry I didn't tell you but that was Erwin's wish."

Betrayal after betrayal. How dare you all? How dares Erwin to take away what was his and convince him she was the unfaithful one? He was just about to storm into Erwin's office and give that bastard a lesson when he felt your arms around his waist and your face buried in his neck.

"I missed you..." you mumbled and it crashed his soul because he could hear in your voice how broken you were. "It was a long nightmare...and you weren't there...I'm so sorry I couldn't tell you about the mission."

Your grip on his body tightened, he could feel your tears moistening his neck leaving it warm and wet. All of that anger gave its place to sympathy.

"I...was really worried. I never disobeyed his orders why would he do this to me?" Levi asked, almost whispering.

"He thought...it would be better for my cover if you were unaware, you know. "

"That's stupid. What about Hange? Did they know?"

"No...they didn't."

You remained quiet in his arms for a while with his hands brushed against your hair. "I missed you too...I was worried sick but ...you're back to me..."

Back to me, back in my arms. My love, my angel, pretty girl. I love you so much.

His words in his mind sounded so different from what he actually said. "You idiot. Don't ever do that again." He pulls you out of his arms to cup your soft face with his calloused rough hands. Giving you the luxury of his soft glare. "Let's go to my room. Erwin can wait for his documents after fucking me up like this. "

*

It didn't take long for him to take you to his room, pin you down on the bed and devour your soft lips. He couldn't get enough, forcing his tongue into your mouth as his hands travelled from your hair to your face and then went lower on your delicate neck. Hell, only if you and him met under different circumstances, you'd make the perfect wife for him with your grace and inner beauty. How much he wished for a quiet life with you in the countryside, but that was no option right now. At this moment the most he could get from you was this. Sticking his tongue basically in your throat, swirling around yours while gripping your hip with one hand your breasts with the other. He needed to breathe, but he could still hold on. He wanted to waste no second of having you. (even on catching his breath)

Until he felt your hands on his chest, pushing him away to catch breath, you were a panting mess. Your hair all out of place, covered in sweat and blush all over your face. Oh, how much he missed seeing you like this.

He started unbuttoning your shirt, exposing your body but didn't take it off. He moaned only at the sight of it and had his lips on your clothed nipples. The friction and the dampness from his saliva gave you a delicious tease. You deserved this; be teased. A merciful punishment from Captain Levi, for putting him through hell and back. Yes, you had no control over it, but in a way, you did.

He moved back on your neck, making sure your neck would be covered in hickeys that looked like a beautiful amethyst necklace around your neck.

"L...let me kiss your neck too."

"No. You don't get to touch me unless I say so."

How cruel of him. "B...but I missed you, let me show y...you baby. How much I m...missed you."

You had a silver tongue that almost got Levi. Almost. But he stood on his ground. "Bad girls don't get their wishes met."

You moaned in desperation but knew better than to talk back. He was impatient and didn't even waste time undoing your bra (which he always had difficulty with) instead he ripped it off. You were surprised by his action, never had seen him like this. He had always been so...reserved but now he just tore the strap of your bra and invaded your breasts. Spitting on them and smearing them on your breasts, pinching your nipples until you begged him to move on to the actual business, only to get a hard smack on them. He then leaned on you and bit them red and hot. The bite marks were gonna last a day or two on your skin. His mouth ran all over your upper body from up to down until it reached your skirt. He smirked. Pulling the waistband down with his teeth halfway, he got up to pull the rest with his hands and get the full view of you from above.

You were so pretty, all flushed and helpless under him, naked. He could still torture himself a little more by making you wait longer.

"Did you touch yourself when you were gone?"

The embarrassment on your face was visible, you hid your face behind your forearms as you nodded. "Speak! Cat ate your tongue?"

"I did." He grabbed your wrists and pinned them on each side of your head. "Look at me when I talk to you, dove. Now answer me again. I'm running out of patience and I might as well leave you like this."

"N...no, please...that's right, I touched myself."

He guided one of your hands to your pussy. "Do it again. Show me how you would do it and tell me every naughty idea in that pretty head of yours."

You wanted to protest, to tell him you had enough of your fingers in the past two months, what you needed was him, but he had already threatened you to leave and your mind was too filled up with lust to think properly so you obeyed him.

Pushing one finger in, your mouth was open in an O shape. Digging in deeper and deeper. "I...would always th...think about y...you."

"Elaborate."

"I ...think about your handsome face...between my thighs and...your red lips on...my clit."

"Is that all you wish for?"

"N...no...I craved for your cock ...but the reality hit me every time that my fingers were not enough...I missed your fingers and cock in me, I missed the way your tongue flicks in me ...please..."

"Add another finger, now."

You swallowed and obeyed, adding another finger and searching for that spot, speeding up while having your eyes locked into his. He knew you found it when you inhaled sharply and moaned.

"Am I allowed to?" You whispered. "Cum all over your fingers. Make a mess." He leaned and kissed your forehead as you were getting yourself off. Then moved on to your ears and whispered "Beg for me." Then he tugged your earlope with his teeth.

"Please! Levi, I want you. Nothing is e...enough compared to you! Please I beg you!"

As you were begging, he noticed how your knees started to shiver, implying you were close. He let out a cruel, evil and short laugh as he grabbed your wrist and pulled your fingers out. You felt empty all of a sudden after being so close.

You looked so confused which he found out so cute. "B..but you said I was allowed."

"And you had promised to never leave me yet you left me for 2 fucking months! Do you think I'm that kind to let you have it all so easily now? Oh princess, it's a punishment if you haven't noticed already. Now get on all fours."

The unbuttoned shirt, though exposed your body and gave Levi as easy access, was still on. You had no intention of taking it off completely but once you did as he had said, you felt his hands were just about to tug up the shirt.

"N...no...I want the shirt on, please."

Levi was confused, it wasn't as if there was something underneath the cloth he hadn't seen already, he loved this position cause he could run his fingertips on your spine and make you shiver and moan.

So of course, curiosity and selfishness got the best of him and despite your request, he tugged it up anyway only to see several new scars on your back. They weren't deep but they implied you had been attacked during the mission. His heart sank. You looked so vulnerable and he just wanted to take good care of you, make you feel good and safe in his arms once again. Who did this? Who fucking dared to do this? When did this happen? Probably one of those nights that Levi was awake, thinking to himself how cruel you were for leaving him like that. How could he judge you and doubt you so easily? He felt like a piece of garbage.

"Is it that bad?" Your voice brought him back to the room from his thoughts. You were looking at him with half of your face pinned on the mattress. "It's not half bad. I was just thinking how to kill the bastard who did this to you."

"Hmm...so sexy when you talk about killing people while we're being intimate. Don't worry they're dead already."

He ran his finger on the old scars. Most of them were small but there was a huge one on your left shoulder blade which was continued to your waist on the right side.

As he was caressing the scar, he asked "Why you wanted to hide them?"

"They are not the prettiest accessories on me and also, didn't wanna concern you."

He frowned. How could you say that? You were soldiers, scars weren't uncommon. He had more than a few on himself which you found sexy. But you didn't see them that way for yourself.

"I actually think they're matching to mine." Levi said.

He leaned on your back, leaving wet kisses on every single one of them. You shivered and he smirked in satisfaction.

His attitude slightly changed, he just wanted to take care of you. Clearly, you'd had it rough already.

His cock was killing him, it's been hard from the start of the session yet he managed to endure it. As you were fully naked in front of him with your shirt gone, he was fully clothed. He unbuttoned his shirt in no time and unzipped his pants, pulling them down with the underwear and taking them all off. He grabbed his cock, swirling the tip around your already wet entrance. You moaned loudly "Don't tease me anymore!" He could hear the pouting in your voice. No smile appeared on his lips but his eyes softened.

His tip, already wet by precum, made its way through your hole. With no rush and slowly, he was halfway in. You were sucking him in so willingly it was as if your body was telling him how much you missed his touch.

He pushed a little further and was now fully in you, filling you up nicely. Your delightful moans sounded like angels singing to his ears. Oh how much he missed you.

"Y...you can move, Levi."

He grabbed you gently by the throat, adding no pressure. Just pulling you closer to himself until your scarred back met his chiselled chest. Once he had your head backed on his shoulder, he left no time to start kissing it so gently. Eventually, he started to move inside you back and forth.

"Ngh...I missed you, Levi."

His hands were on your nipples now, pinching and playing with them. He whispered in your ear "You have no idea how much I wanted you back by my side."

His arms wrapped around your shoulders as he paced up his movement in you. He bit back his moans just to hear yours as he was hitting that spot in you. Your mouth hung open while you were seeing the stars and moaned uncontrollably. As much as he loved hearing them, you were getting louder and louder so he pushed to fingers into your mouth. "Keep it...down...fuck."

Once again, your knees were shivering, if Levi didn't have a grip on you, you'd fall on the bed. Yet, you ran your hand through his hair at the back of yours, pulling it a little. "You fucking tease."

You were both close, Levi took his fingers out of your mouth and started massaging your clit with them. His nubs rubbed against your needy clit which had been begging for attention. He started drawing ghostly circles and little by little, his moves became faster and rougher. You were almost there.

"L...Levi! I'm...close..please..."

"Cum for me baby. I mean it this time."

In less than a second, you made a mess on his cock. He fucked you through your orgasm. Wanted to fill you up so badly. His cock was twitching in you, he almost couldn't believe he was feeling your hot gummy walls around himself again, shaping your insides like his cock.

His grip on you tightened and you knew by then he was going to fill you up in no time. He let out a loud, sexy moan while he shot his seeds in you. You felt so warm inside, he didn't pull out until he fully emptied whatever he had in you and softened.

You were both panting. He slowly pulled out and you felt the cum dripping down your thigh. Your skin was still red and burning from his thrusts. He laid down naked on the bed waiting for you to lay next to him.

"Where are the papertowles? Your blanket it gonna get ruined."

He rolled his eyes at you, the clean freak couldn't care less at this moment he just wanted his lover next to him. He grabbed you by the shoulder and pushed you on the pillow next to him. "I have to wash them anyway." He said.

His eyes were locked to yours once again. Tucking your hair behind your ear which was all red now. He grabbed your hand and held it tightly, brought it close to his lips and left a few kissed on it as he was watching you.

"Don't ever do that shit again."

You smiled, you didn't say anything. It hurt to see him like this, you knew how much you hurt him by leaving without telling him but you were unaware of this. You had no idea he would be this devastated. Perhaps you underestimated his love which made you feel so bad about yourself. Still, you knew you would do this again if Erwin commanded so. You knew there was no place left for emotional bonds in the army yet you fell for Levi. This is the cost of following your heart, to get hurt willingly only to follow orders.

But screw Erwin and screw humanity at this moment you just wanted to have Levi's head on your chest again.

You pulled him close, he rested his head on your chest as you wished as you nuzzled his head. He could probably get some proper sleep in this state after a very long time. He felt his eyelids getting heavy and before he knew it, he was snorting in your arms.

What a day to be alive.