#and there’s also the baby making process that levi loves :}

[willreigns]

Full House

Day 29: Circus | Drabble Challenge 2024

CW: Levi x fem!reader, civilian!reader

A/N: Takes place in the same universe as Letters from the Other Side. Part of Drabble Challenge 2024.

It’s been six years since the Rumbling.

The Ackerman home feels full. A babbling child can be heard and the smell of something delicious wafts through the house.

“It’s like a damn circus in here,” Levi mutters, eyeing the toys scattered all over. His gaze shifts to the source of the babbling, but his expression softens as your daughter bursts into fits of giggles.

“Yeah, I look funny to you?” He picks her up, her hand meeting his scarred cheek with fascination.

You smile, hand resting on your pregnant stomach. “Dinner’s almost ready.”

Despite his grumbling stomach, Levi feels full.

[lucysarah-c]

Question my lovely Levi fanfic writer

First off: thank you for always feeding me, it’s glorious

Now onto my question: how do you think Levi would react to his S/O giving birth? I know for the time period they were kind of placed it, it could seem odd for men to be in the waiting room, what kind of person do you think Levi would be in the delivery

It’s giving acting like he knows what’s going on to keep his partner confident but definitely mentally freaking the fuck out

Hi! Hi! How are you?

Aww, no, thank you! Thank you for reading and stopping by my inbox to leave some love. <3 I truly appreciate it. <3

Oh, this scenario is one I think about often. I really love the show "Call the Midwife," and it gives a realistic portrayal of what giving birth was like in the past. Indeed, men were rarely allowed inside the delivery room. Typically, if they were brought in, it was because something had gone wrong, and they needed to make a heartbreaking decision between saving the mother or the baby—a terrible practice.

If Levi were forced to wait outside the delivery room, I can just picture him wearing away the marble floors with his pacing. He’d be thinking, "I should be in there," torn apart inside because he could hear her screams but also desperately hoping to hear the healthy cry of his baby and know his wife is safe. Levi isn’t religious, but he might find himself praying that night for a few hours. I imagine him muttering, "I should be doing something," and perhaps a member of the medical staff or Hange, there for moral support, might quip, "Your only job in this whole process was done the night you got her pregnant, shorty."

BUT! Let’s consider another scenario. Levi might take his wife to the hospital or perhaps choose to have the birth at home, as was common back then. When the midwives try to close the door on him, he’d insist, "I’m staying with her."

"Men aren’t allowed."

"And who’s going to stop me?" he’d reply, with that deadpan voice and deathly glare Zeke knows too well. Good luck opposing humanity’s strongest soldier. If he’s allowed in, Levi would stay with her the entire time, especially if she’s scared. He doesn’t want to miss seeing his child born, but his priority is being there for her.

He’d let her crush his hand and curse his name as much as she needs to. What’s the point of his strength if he can’t support his wife? I agree, Levi would pretend everything is "alright" and that he’s "calm," thanks to those Ackerman genes.

But the moment the baby is placed on her chest and starts crying with full lungs, and she seems alright—crying out of confusion and happiness too, probably��Levi would kiss her head, thanking her and praising her hard work. He’d feel his legs shaking, mostly because the situation was completely out of his control. There’s nothing he could do except tell her, "You’re amazing."

He might even feel his hands shaking as he holds the baby in his arms, sitting beside her as she rests. Levi would gently rock the baby, unable to stop marveling, saying, "He’s so tiny… but his hands are perfectly formed. He’s truly a tiny human… and you did all this."

She would hum in agreement, and for once, Levi would be the one saying, "Oi, try to be a bit more enthusiastic. Look how handsome he is… he looks like you."

She might joke, "Because we both look swollen, red, and a disaster?"

"Tch, no. I was going to say he has your nose."

I adore this one! I hope you like it too! Thank you for reading! <3

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[wroteclassicaly]

Bby let's muse over Steve Harringtons ass.

Warnings: Language, smut, anal play, anal fingering, ass eating, anal sex, spanking, submissive Steve, dominant Reader, and NSFW.

~*~

There’s many things that you can say about Steve Harrington. He has great hair, he has a constellation of beauty marks that even dot into his ears, his cock is the unidentified monster of Hawkins, his hands can be used as a human shield, he fights for his friends until the death, he’s loyal, he’s sweet, he’s smart, he’s beautiful, he kisses as if it’s his last day on earth… You can go on, really.

But then… there is also a rather, specific trait about him that’s undeniable. A physical presence that has turned heads of even claimed straight men. It doesn’t matter what he wears, whether it’s swimming trunks, sleep pants, sweats, or those sinful little Levi’s that belong in a museum — it is always on display, front and center. There is no getting past it, zero capabilities to deny it. Steve Harrington has a fat ass.

A perky, shapely, cheekily cut, juicy, bite-able, fuck-able, slap-able — deliciously sinful… ass.

You didn’t start out as his girlfriend, no. Just his best-friend, one that had agreed to benefits, before things became too vulnerable to ignore. And the more open emotions were, the more open things in the bedroom became. Steve was only alright trying new things with you, and the opportunity wasn’t wasted. So you’d showed him with a very targeted rental from the store, assuring that you’d checked in out by yourself under a fake name.

The woman had been taking her scene partner in several stages. First with her hands on his ass, slapping until it reddened, almost resembling a blossoming bruise. Secondly, prepping him with a finger. Thirdly, her face had been buried between his sore cheeks. And the finale, you had to help Steve take off his jeans, pulling his cock out for him as she accustomed to the harness, taking him in wild ways that Steve had taken you.

“Do you like what she’s doing to him?” You spoke into his ear, kissing at that one freckle inside, your fingers wrapping around his cock, thumb stroking off the pre from the head.

“Yeah…” his voice was choked, so low and raspy that it sounded as if his vocal cords had been drenched with molten lava. “What does it feel like?”

He couldn’t take his eyes off the screen, hues of blue and orange from the television set reflecting off his blown pupils.

“You want me to do it to you, Steve? Guys have a spot, just like girls do.”

“You mean my prostate, right? I know it’s a place… inside me… there. Is that it?”

You brushed his hair off his already slicked forehead. “That’s right, baby. Right in between your legs, buried deep inside of that tight, unused hole.”

He trembled impossibly, and that is when things got started.

~*~

Steve loves spankings when he’s over work and just needs to unwind. How your hands can make it hard for him to sit, to focus on anything that isn’t you. The way you grab him, pull him apart to observe like he’s on display over your lap.

Steve adores when you just grab him after a shower, through his towel or jeans, giving his ass a little lift or smack. Just staking your claim, feeling him up.

Steve will admit to calling you up several times a day, just so he can ride your fingers in the bathroom or stock room at work, addicted to watching his cock kick and drain all over the floor. He’s already been able to touch himself, but it still isn’t the same as you.

Steve isn’t able to process what happens when you split him open and bury your face in his backside, not permitting him to touch himself (unless you feel giving). You eat him the way that he eats your cunt — animalistic, with one goal. Letting him fuck his opening onto your tongue.

Steve can attest to his eyes crossing several times, upon seeing you in your harness, the shivering trepidation as he props his head on his bicep and strokes himself off at the sight off your dripping pussy as you adjust to the toy. He’ll help you step in on occasion. And the many positions. Depending on what the other needs, you will take him on his side, in front of a mirror so he can see how perfectly beautiful that he is, soft on his back for closeness as you go chest to chest, deeply on his stomach with a taught arch and sweet little pleas from his gifted little mouth, hard from behind, hand on his hair (sometimes in public, even at work. you have become addicted to watching him squirm after, knowing he’s gonna fuck you that much harder for getting him in that state), legs on your shoulders or around your waist, him riding you against the headboard or whatever surface you can find (even in his car), bouncing on top of you and riding you, his hands on your tits for purchase, cock leaking all over your stomach, balls wet with the arousal that has leaked across your thighs — any and everything that you can think of.

It’s safe to say, you’re in love with Steve Harrington’s ass. And will forever worship, remaining eternally faithful to its perfection.

[koolades-world]

Hi!! Could I request how the brothers (mainly Levi, Beel , mammon) react to an s/o who’s deathly afraid of wasps , like phobia type fear . (It’s spring where I live and I have a phobia of wasps and it’s actually suffering)

hello! sure thing!!

I totally get the wasp fear thing. those guys are out for blood i swear. unfortunately for me, they love to find ways into my home and even more unfortunately for me, my pets love to chase them :,) however nobody has been hurt yet because of this (except the wasps sorry wasps)

enjoy <3

Mc who's deathly afraid of wasps

Mammon

he'll be the brave idiot who has no fear and will tackle the task head on

he'll get in there with a broom, a clear cup, and a dream

he doesn't understand why you're screaming...

until it's in his face and he also flees

but! he made you a promise and he isn't one to break that, so he's marching back into that room and completing the job like he intended

he's not sure how this situation is going to end, but every situation involves him removing the wasp from the premise

he may or may not have gotten stung in the process

he's proud to say the wasp has been disposes of but he was collateral damage

Levi

you might have to shake him or scream in his ear to get him to pay attention

the grind doesn't wait for anyone and he knows that

but, since its you, he'll help out

surprisingly he's very effective and it seems as if he's done this before

he traps the wasp in a glass and scoots a piece of paper underneath it

at record speed he takes it outside and sets it free

just like that, he's back to playing the game he was less than five minutes ago

he's the one to call when you have wasp problems!

Beel

unfortunately for you if you though he was going to be your night in shining armor

you’d be wrong

he’s also terrified because he once heard some wasps eat flies and feed them to their babies

he’s not ready to become baby food, not when he hasn’t eaten as much as he’s wanted in his life yet

you’ll both have the scream and shake belphie to wake up if you see one in the house

inevitably if there’s a nest somewhere outside the hol, you’ll have to call lucifer to get it. make sure to use your puppy dog eyes on him, that always works

together you can anti-wasp proof the house and spend as much time as possible away from the fireplace (one time a wasp flew in through the fireplace…)

but he’ll stand in front of you while you’re frantically calling for another brother help to protect you :)

[bluewolfangel01]

Can you do the Obey Me! cast with an MC who finds out about their childhood pet getting ready to pass on and how they deal with the aftermath of the pet passing on. My dog is getting ready to go from the sounds of it and I’m looking for some comfort from my comfort character group. Take your time in answering! Here’s a picture of my sweet baby girl.

Aw, that's a very cute and sweet looking baby. I'll try my best to write something that'll help and comfort you as best as it can 🙏

If Mc tells the brothers that their beloved childhood pet is getting ready to pass on, they'll do everything in their power to comfort them

And even if Mc doesn't tell the brothers at first, they'll eventually find out why Mc is acting so strange and sad

Whose ever turn it is to cook, either for dinner or breakfast, they'll make sure that it's one of Mc's favorite or a dish that they like

Beel will make sure that Mc gets as much as they want to eat, even if he's really, really hungry he'll wait for Mc

Mammon will hang around and basically escort Mc everywhere when he's not extremely busy, kinda like an emotional support demon

Whenever Mc is hanging out with Levi, he'll play whatever games that they like best

Whenever Mc is hanging with Satan, he'll read to them if they like, and he's very much willing to listen to any stories that Mc has about their childhood pet

Asmo will steal Mc away, with permission of course, for extra long self care sessions that involve only the best treatments and letting Mc talk about any and all their memories with their beloved pet

Belphie will cuddle with Mc at night, or any time during the day really, and make sure they sleep extra well and dont have any nightmares while they sleep

If Mc wants to chat late in the night to better process things, Lucifer is very much willing to listen as long as Mc doesn't feel hurt that he may not be listening fully at all times since he is working away at the paperwork on his desk, but he'll try his best to listen fully as much as he can

If Mc wants, Lucifer will also talk to Diavolo about allowing Mc to go back home to the human realm

In the aftermath of Mc's childhood pet passing, the brothers would do the same stuff that they did beforehand to comfort Mc, but of course they'd do it with much more gusto

Whatever Mc wants or needs, even if it's something silly, the brothers get it so fast that Mc will get whiplash

Mc wants cuddles or to be held? Immediate line of the demon bros asking which one of them Mc wants to cuddle with or if they just want to have a cuddle pile with everyone

Mc wants to go back to their home in the human realm to be there for their pet's funeral? One or all of the brothers are willing to go as both support and company if Mc is okay with or wants that

This next bit is if Mc is okay with or finds being around "pets" to be helpful with coping

Don't forget that there's a giant doggo under the HoL in the catacombs

Although Cerburus is all teeth with the brothers, except Lucifer of course, he loves Mc and is willing to help them cope however he can, which is mainly via fluffy cuddles

If the brothers can't find Mc anywhere, then they'll check the catacombs, to which they'll find a Mc laying on top of Cerburus

Overall the brothers will do anything in their power to help Mc

Mc wants to forget about the whole thing for a while, talk through it, cry for a bit, sit in silence while being held, etc?

Mc is apart of their family, they'll do whatever it takes for Mc to feel even a little bit better

[opiopal]

My physical head canons for the brothers that no one asked for but I’m sharing anyways because I can’t contain myself cause im a beast of headcanons that need to be released RARARARAR(don’t mind the cringe I’m sleep deprived,)

Lucifer

I like to imagine Lucifer with a slim face and bold cheekbones, he has side burns that look more like small black feathers and ofc he has eyebags, and he’s not as pale, having more of an olive skin tone. I’ve always imagined him with a hooked nose as well, along with more gray hairs. His ears are pointed upwards and are decently long. He still has a slim waist in my brain but also a bolder chest and shoulders. He’s not very muscular but still looks strong for his age(got those baby holdin arms). He has Insanely good posture and I imagine him in his regular outfit as is(though I like to imagine his stupid fuckin shoes are at least a darker brown). He is the third tallest in the household.

Mammon

His face shape is relatively the same in my brain, minus the addition of his ears being pointed, though I always tend to imagine his skin a few shades darker then what it is. his hair has little gold tips like in his demon form. And some of his body hair, like on the back of his hands, arms, and his legs, look like little white feathers. He’s fit like a runner and has very vague abs, like, you wouldn’t process they were there unless he pointed them out. I like to imagine him with a few piercings as well(body piercings not face piercings iykyk;3). His clothes are relatively the same in my brain but he doesnt have feathers in his boots(just keep the feathers as a keychain babe we all know you have a bird thing going on it’s ok). He’s the fourth tallest in the house.

Levi

Levi has as round face in my mind, along with blue freckles that appear like blue scales and visible gills on his neck. His ears are long and thin and constantly drooped(cause bbg is always pathetic no matter what and that’s why I love him💕) His hands and feet have webbing. since he is canonically tall(compared to mammon at least) I like to imagine him being the second tallest and because he is decently tall his body fat does even out, though he has a gut and multiple parts of his body is a lot squishier. I can imagine his clothes give him the appearance of being thinner, but obviously he’s not. And i imagine his clothes to be pretty much the same, maybe looking a little more like he just rolled out of bed though if that makes sense. And like I said he’s the second tallest in the HOL, but sometimes it’s hard to tell cause he slouches.(I can imagine one day he’s getting scolded by Lucifer and he’s told to sit up straight, and after he does so it baffles Lucifer a bit that he has look up at him)

Satan

First things first he does NOT have that jacket, immediately he looks a lot better with only that sweater and his regular pants. Though I can imagine his clothing looking a lot darker, black pants, darker shirt underneath his sweater. His face is pretty similar to Lucifer’s, though his nose is a little smaller and his ears are a little shorter. He’s fit, mostly because I’m sure he burns calories out of pure spite/j. But in all seriousness I feel like he would be a little scrawny from not eating a whole lot by mistake, probably because he was sucked into a book, so he doesn’t mean to forget to grab a snack here and there, he’s just to much of a nerd </3. He’s relatively tall, and him and mammon are the same height.

Asmo

Skin so smooth it would make a modeling agency weep. I like to imagine any makeup he wears is a lot more obvious? Like, you can actually tell he’s wearing makeup, and it’s always flawless, the type of flawless were you can’t help but wonder if he gets up at 4 am to do his makeup. And I could totally see him either using those eyelash oil things to make his lashes grow longer as a part of his 3457 step skincare routine. And I imagine his ears are more elegantly elf like. His hair is still that very soft pink in my mind but the tips fade into a slightly brighter pink, and is also longer. I will never imagine him in his Og outfit because his human realm outfit just fits him so so SO much better both personality wise and just fashion wise period. He definitely works out but just enough to stay healthy and to not develop any muscles. I imagine he is also the same height as mammon, but maybe shorter by half an inch? I also like to imagine he flip flops from looking super fem to being more in between.

Beel

First things first he has a rounder face, period. I also like to imagine him with freckles and his hair is a little scruffier and longer. Not to long but touching his shoulders. He also has shorter chunkier ears that droop downwards. He is the tallest in the household no doubt about it, being taller than Levi by nearly a foot. I imagine his clothes as relatively the same, the fluff on his coat just doesn’t look as matted(I can’t be the only one who thinks that it looks like it needs to be brushed😭). As for his body, he has a gut. And just overall is so much more hunky. I can imagine his body is constantly changing from being more fit to being chunkier, so he has a good handful of stretch marks from his body constantly changing. I like to imagine that demons can burn fat a lot easier than humans, so he finds little to no issue with working away some of the fat that accumulates. But overall he’s mostly rocking a gut and strong arms. Also he’s not as pale in my mind, like he definitely has some melanin.

Belphie

Belphie also has a rounder face, with cow print looking freckles. His ears are droopy like beels and has the same cow print freckles. His hair is longer and he is in a constant state of bedhead. I also don’t think he’s SUPER scrawny, his stomach is pudgy and you can kind of see his ribs. I can also imagine the tips of his fingers have a black gradient and his nails are long and pointy like talons, I like to imagine that it takes some effort to be in their neutral forms, so he doesn’t care a whole lot to fully commit to it. First things first with his clothes: mf does NOT have those pants, nor those knee high laced brown boots. In my head he probably has a pair of sweatpants that have a star pattern, along with some slippers(maybe little cow head slippers cause that’s adorable in my head, and even though I don’t like him a whole lot he still deserves SOME bbg vibes </3). The rest of his clothes are fine to me I guess. But overall he does not care about his looks whatsoever and is always ready for his next nap.

[afreakingdork]

Soft Spot - Chapter 3

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

Spencer is here with something to say in this week's chapter art by @garbagemilkshake

Rated: Explicit

Warnings/Tags: Romance, Established Relationship, Married Couple, Married Life, Aged-Up Mutant Ninja Turtles, Villain Donatello (TMNT), Love, POV Second Person, Babies, Pregnancy, AFAB reader, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending, Fertility Issues, Pregnant Sex, Pregnancy Kink, Reader-Insert, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Cum Eating, Turtle Noises (TMNT), I have a Biology Degree and I’m Using it

Synopsis: First comes love. Then comes marriage. Then comes the next step about as smooth as the others arrived. The baby-oriented sequel to Weak Spot.

Also available on Ao3

First 💜 Previous

“Donatello… Y/N…” Spencer, the Senior Demonstrations Advisor at Donnie’s lab, folded his hands in front of his mouth in pseudo prayer. “There is no good way to say this, but… there is no circumstance in which the two of you will be able to adopt.”

From where you were sitting in one chair and Donnie in another, you both stared at the man.

He wilted without pressure. “You know I’ve done everything for you for all these years and you’ve treated me…”

He snuck a look at Donnie who was steel faced.

“I’ll just say it: Cruelly on your best days and like trash on your worst, but you have made my career and that’s why I stayed. You pay me incredibly well. The government pays me their own stipend in watching you. I have contacts like you wouldn’t believe! With the stakes in this company alone I’m set for-!”

Donnie only tapped his finger on his chair's limb.

It barely made a noise.

Spencer clammed right up. “Right and you know I brokered it all. I’ve gone to the board for you. I’ve gone to the government for you. When have I ever gotten you a response you didn’t want? They know it. They know I’m a pathetic middle man and you’ll do what you want regardless of them, so they often cave within reason and…”

This time Spencer cut himself off and sighed.

He then leaned back in his chair and looked his age. “The point is, the moment you started publically researching this topic two months ago, your activity was logged. The decision was made then. When you got your first state level rejection and came to me, I went up the chain with the usual ideology. The one that’s worked for years.”

You checked on Donnie, but even you couldn’t read anything from him.

“It was… different. I can't even tell you! It was like they removed anyone from the decision making process who could be swayed. My contacts were all gone. People who have dedicated their lives to America. It was… unlike anything I had ever seen.”

Spencer raised a hand to mess his hair, but thought better of it.

He stared at the appendage. “They levied all you’ve been given against you.”

You heard Donnie inhale.

It wasn’t sharp.

It wasn’t distinct.

He only appeared to take a single breath where he had not.

You looked away.

“You’ve never been convicted of a crime, but you are considered one of, if not the most, dangerous assets. Any time there’s a change in leadership, they almost always evaluate if you are still worth it to keep alive. When I got you approval to travel internationally, your data was shared with the world. They wanted to make sure you came back. They may not know everything you’ve done. Hell, I don’t know and I don’t want to know, but they know enough.”

You felt Donnie look at you.

“You’re brilliant. You’re the smartest guy I’ve ever met and ever will meet. You are insane. You’re something totally new. You do things… I can’t…” Spencer had to blow out a long breath to steady himself. “I have no doubt that even if you retired, that even if a mutant eradicating lunatic took office, you would be safe to live out your natural life.”

You couldn’t return the gaze.

“But there’s no way they’ll let you have a kid. In that way, you’ll always be a monster to them. The thought of you of all people raising a young mind?” Spencer kicked back from his chair and his admonishment was palpable. “They’re idiots! Idiots, all of them! I don’t even like you, but this!?”

Donnie finally returned his attention to Spencer.

“You know from when the EPF tried to cage and the others that they studied at least part of mutated DNA. They’ve guessed a lot from a little. They don’t think you’ll have a child naturally. They won’t let you use a lab to do it artificially. You're not going to foster. Hell, there's no way they'll let you even babysit a kid that isn’t yours for more than a few minutes.”

“Spencer.” Donnie spoke as if he hadn’t listened to a borderline lecture.

“Yes?”

“We’re trying.”

Spencer rubbed his face and again tried to save his hairline. “I know. I’m trying too.”

Donnie clicked his tongue.

“To help you!” Spencer’s volume rose and he dipped horrified. “Not me trying have a kid! I have enough of those! I meant I know you are trying to have one! Both of you! You two! I’m saying I know what you meant.”

Donnie’s lids lowered.

“I’m assuming you crunched the numbers.” Spencer pivoted as you assumed most business men would.

Donnie’s leg bounced the slightest amount as he weighed his options before he relented. “We have a 1.73% chance of conception.”

Spencer nodded and each bob of his chin grew more weary. “Woof.”

“It’s not zero.” You added.

“It’s not zero.” Spencer held a hand up as if that had been a bone for him.

“So… are you saying that even if we conceived… They’ll take the baby-?” You had to stop because your voice shook.

Spencer struggled for a long moment before he finally raked his hand through his hair. “They are betting on it not happening.”

“But you said-?” You pressed.

“I know!” Spencer’s voice grew heated and he cut himself off with a fearful snap of his lips. “I’m sorry. It’s not you at all. You have every right to ask questions. I shouldn’t be the one answering them. They’ve dismissed this so much it’s a damn insult! They’re spitting in your faces!”

“You don’t know?” You asked.

“I asked the same thing!” Spencer pleaded with you.

You quieted at the man’s sorrowful face.

“When I pressed about the million and one chance that it happened, I got conflicting answers. There was more than one representative at the meeting.”

You finally looked at Donnie.

Spencer shook his head. “The answers all ranged the same! One man said it wasn’t an option so why bother. Another  acknowledged that mutants have been granted citizenship, but they’re all considered sterile with the implication they’ll be wiped out eventually.”

His jaw was set and he couldn’t return it.

“Point is, they don’t even want to consider it. That would mean drawing up new laws. They aren’t going to do extra work if they don’t have to. It’s a moot point.”

“Hacks.” Donnie sneered.

“This is going to be an ‘if it comes’ thing, if it comes at all! The certains are: you are banned from adoption. You’re not going to be able to sneak an abandoned drug den kid away with these rules, Donatello! This is as serious as serious gets.” Spencer set his hands on the table.

An unmistakable cowlick had broken free of his coif.

“They value my work, if I stop-” Donnie bore his gaze into Spencer.

“You are really, really useful to them alive. Genius Built is highly coveted and isn’t a company without you. It’s the place every graduate wants to work and every big brain hopes to walk through.”

Donnie waited for the other shoe to drop.

“They’ve finally drawn a line.” Spencer said with a pained expression. “Nothing you do is going to move the adoption thing. The baby situation…? That… If that existed, that might be something else, but that’s only a might.”

“What freedom-!?” Donnie seethed.

“Do you have!?” Spencer shot forward with his hands to his desk. “You have it all! You can walk about without police! You’re basically carte blanche! You get to live! You got to marry! You got to leave the country!! What do you have?! Is a kid that make it or break it!?”

Donnie rose in one fluid motion.

Spencer scrambled backwards so fast his chair squeaked. “I have kids! They’re nasty! They’re gross! The grossest! They’re draining little parasites! They’ll grow up to hate you! They despise me! Don’t get mad at me because you don’t know!!!”

You tore through your wedding band to demand Donnie sit.

Your mate tossed fury your way and seemed to ask why you weren’t this mad.

You let your sour show slow and leaked poison through your bond that you were.

An indignant wave hit him before he turned to Spencer. “They take away Y/N’s freedom.”

Spencer was still on high guard. “Y/N is on the same international list as you now.”

Donnie traded ire for horror.

“I’m what?” You blinked.

“Maybe not as a threat like Donatello, but you’re a person of interest. All your travel will be monitored.” Spencer explained warily.

“That’s…” Your head rolled and you stared at the ceiling.

“I thought you knew…” Spencer’s voice whined.

“How would we know?!” Donatello growled. “You said travel was clear!!”

“Y/N married you!” Spencer matched him without standing. “There was explicit danger there!”

“And now Y/N isn’t allowed to have a child!? They will be taken away!?” Donnie stormed forward.

Spencer tried to hold himself as the desk was between them.

You brought your chin down and into your hands while sending out a stop command to your mate.

He heeded it, but would not budge.

“You can’t adopt. You can’t use fertility options. They don't want you inventing ways around anything but au naturel. They're neutering you like that.” Spencer listed off.

Donnie loomed and you could almost see the miasma pour off his aura.

You thought over the conversation and then Spencer as a whole.

He was the man who sold Genius Built.

He was a man who has worked with Donnie for years.

He was a man who was as stereotypical white collar as they came.

“There’s no rule about me getting pregnant because they don't think I will.” You spoke.

Donnie didn’t turn.

Spencer tipped his body to see you. “Exactly.”

“What have you got for that?” You asked.

Spencer watched you for a beat before he smiled. “See this! Your spouse always gets it! They make you more palatable, but not great, you know?”

Donnie’s anger flared.

Spencer inched away from his desk and was clearly moving towards you. “I can’t guarantee your child will be safe.” 

You nodded.

Donnie’s head tipped back, but not enough for you to see.

“I can’t say they won’t be either. Donatello has always been a ‘ask for forgiveness instead of permission’ kind of guy. He was going to leave the country regardless of what I did. He was going to invent regardless of the label. He was going to fight the US government by himself regardless of whatever that was!”

You wondered how much Spencer really knew.

“What’s the gestation like if you get knocked up?”

You looked to Donnie.

“We aren’t sure, but hypothesize similar to human.”

“Nine months and that’s if you already got lucky…” Spencer ruminated.

Donnie didn’t correct him.

You guessed that made sense.

Donnie had only very recently entered the phase where he could test to see if his birth control was out of his system. He was meant to pick up some supplies from the lab today. There was no point prior to now. All that had been done is he’d started closely examining your body with your permission. It included daily wellness checks that supposedly charted your ovulation schedule. Your husband had made them tender periods instead of clinical ones so you hadn't considered them much.

“Are you two going to keep trying?” Spencer asked only you.

“Yes.” You answered.

“Are you going to break the adoption or fertility rules that have been set down?”

You met his eye harshly. “The first would endanger the child so I'm going to unilaterally say no. The second, what even counts? If I take a vitamin, is that wrong?”

Spencer lit up and went for his computer.

He tacked several things in before he apparently got a window he wanted.

Then, he mouthed out what you had asked as he wrote.

“If you conceived, how staunch are you on keeping the baby’s records secret?” Spencer finally asked something else.

Donnie took a threatening step.

“Sealed, heard.” Spencer nodded along with his notes. “What about you, Y/N? The pregnancy data will be something...”

Donnie meant to take another step, but you finally got to your feet and cut him off with a hand to his arm. “It depends. Are you looking for loopholes?”

“I work in sales.” Spencer stopped writing to look at you. “I sell Donatello. I do what I need to.”

There was a hefty confidence there that you felt was warranted.

Donnie had kept Spencer around after all.

“Don’t you guys have a crazy legal team?” You put yourself between Donnie and Spencer.

Spencer’s plastic smile shone bright. “We have the best damn legal team of sharks that ever roved US waters.”

“Can… we win?”

“We can try.” Spencer typed out one last thing before spinning to address you. “Here’s the pitch: you guys make a baby.”

Donnie shook his head at the absurdity.

Spencer ignored him. “While you break that hurdle, I will do everything in my power to protect the prodigal son. I’m gonna get the US decision saying what you can't do in formal writing and give it to the shark tank. We’ll shred the loopholes into doorways. We’ll walk all over them. They might want something though. We’ve got stuff in the in GB here that’s tasty and reserved to sweeten whatever pots we need. The EPF is gone and the loons were silenced, but the government can't pretend like they've really moved on from the mutant thing. Some people still see the advantages. There’s been real world change, especially environmental, that has stemmed directly from mutant cooperation! If it's got breakthrough written on it, they'll want it, especially pharmaceuticals. You have no idea how far this can go. If it can make money, that talks. Way louder than bureaucrats in Washington!”

You stared on.

Spencer’s lids lowered. “I'm saying we give up on trying to convince the US shit show. We get ourselves better backers, green ones, as in money green, Donatello green, and that's what's actually going to get you what you want. Like everything else.”

You nodded slowly.

“I’m gonna refine that speech, by the way.” Spencer told Donnie.

Donnie ignored him.

“Why… do all this…?”

“Pardon?” Spencer perked up.

“Why help us…? The travel thing was at least a wedding gift… This… this isn’t in your job description. None of it has been.”

Spencer stared at you dully for a moment before he leaned in like he had a secret. “So?”

You twitched at his apparent audacity.

He smiled a smarmy veneer. “You think it's in an assistant’s job description to get coffee?”

Your lips parted, but you weren’t sure with what.

Spencer answered for you. “No, but it’s implied you do it. Everyone does it. That and pick up dry cleaning. You maintain the boss's schedule, you push meetings when he’s hung over, and you work through the politics. It’s what you do! Have you ever heard me call Donnie an evil man? No and I never will. You know who gets called evil on a daily basis? Me, darling. I’ve been cussed out by more people than you can count. I’m hated by multi-international corporations because I’m good at what I do and what I do is sell him!”

Donnie looked down Spencer’s pointed finger with disinterest.

“I’m set for life because of it! I’m not going anywhere! I didn’t give you the travel voucher as a wedding gift! I would have been fine getting you a toaster that would break in six months. I got the travel ban lifted because I wanted my meal ticket to come back. If he wants a kid then I’m gonna move mountains because I know what he’s like when he doesn’t get what he wants and it’s bad.”

Spencer finally left the safety of his desk and openly approached Donnie.

“Do the screen thing. Projections I sent you in the email three days ago at 3:24pm.”

Donnie glowered, but brought his wrist up.

You saw a graph appear in one of Donnie’s screens that apparently showed Genius Built’s growth.

It had been on nothing but a rise in all the recent quarters.

“This-” Spencer pointed to a spot that marked right before the rapid incline. “-is when he disclosed his relationship with you, which I have only been able to guess is when you guys became official official.”

You looked between the data and him.

“You entered Donatello’s life and his creativity spiked. Not just any inventions, but one’s with mass-market appeal! All useful hit after hit. You rejuvenated our stocks. You’re the direct correlation. We’ve never tapped children’s markets! Do you have any idea how much potential there is!? How what you’ll make isn’t just some brat, but a kid’s revolution in general?! People won’t be able to think about popping out little shits without Genius Built!”

The man was manic enough that you inched away from him.

Donnie closed the screen and this time he used his body as a barrier.

Spencer cleared his throat and pushed out his hands in some sort of inspired breathing exercise.

“Point is, I’m not doing it to be a good person.”

You felt Donnie’s appreciation.

Your head pivoted toward your mate and you saw how his cold expression honed on Spencer.

Your brow wrinkled in confusion.

“I’d bet on what I'm doing over benevolence any day. I'm doing something that someone’s going to fight tooth and nail over.” Spencer added before he leaned back against his desk.

It was the honesty.

Donnie liked that Spencer was truthful.

Neither man bullshitted the other.

They were in the ultimate symbiotic relationship.

Something of only convenience.

The moment either party didn’t benefit, they would move on.

The fact they’d been at this for years said something too.

You heaved a sigh and guessed Spencer wasn’t wrong, though it didn’t feel great.

“I’ll think about the pregnancy stuff.” You relented.

“I’ll take it.” Spencer bobbed his body and looked at Donnie. “What do you think? Nothing moves without you, sir.”

Donnie let the moment simmer before he gave the barest nod. “Find me choices and security or find other employment.”

It didn’t sound like the threat Donnie hoped.

You tempered your grin.

Spencer took it the same way, but pretended to be alarmed by waffling away. “Understood! I’ll send my formal proposal in an hour.”

Donnie turned and, in passing, you shared a glance that said this meeting was over.

You said goodbye to Spencer where your mate didn’t and the man waved you off.

He started a phone call before his door shut closed.

Donnie continued to move, but you hung back by the office.

It was soundproofed and you heard nothing more after the door shut.

Donnie noticed your hindrance and turned back.

“Adoption… was our plan…” You spoke with burbling sadness. “Not a fallback, that’s what we-”

Donnie was at your side in an instant. “I know, but not here…”

“Not here…” You slipped away from your mate and held yourself as you walked.

He followed close behind.

There would be no adoption.

You were at the mercy of less than two percent chances.

You would have to give birth.

By all accounts, a child was now only a dream.

Donnie had told you.

Donnie would never be allowed to live freely.

He said he would live his entire life under some form of threat.

That would never end. 

It now extended to you. 

If you had a child with Donnie there was a chance they could be taken away. 

You squeezed your torso so tight that it felt like your ribs compressed.

Donnie touched your arm and you twitched in realizing that you were still in the labs proper.

Scientists busied themselves around you.

Not here.

Donnie needed supplies, you reminded yourself.

Not here.

You nodded for him to go ahead and slipped off toward where a pillar afforded you a place out of the way.

Not here.

It was unfair.

The injustice made you ill.

Your mate was loving.

Your mate was caring.

Your mate fostered a smile in spite of everything he had gone through.

Your mate was a murderer.

You blew out an air that allowed you to get just a little more of your body.

That was it and more.

Political enemy.

War criminal.

Weapons manufacturer.

Drug dealer.

There was no end to his crimes.

How had Spencer put it?

Something about Donnie shaping young minds.

Wasn’t that what he did now?

Donnie was the last step in the process granting all these scientists their projects.

He was allowed to do that because this benefited the world.

Would a child of his offer nothing?

Donnie was a weapon.

Donnie was a husband.

The swirl threatened to consume you.

Donnie was there, by your side once more.

You didn’t look at him as you moved for the elevator.

Your torso ached.

He got the button.

The elevator ride was a loaded one.

Every grievance filled the metal box until you thought you would suffocate.

Then the doors opened to the lobby and you darted out at freedom.

You stumbled as you crossed the clean floors.

You were outside and to where the car was parked.

It opened its doors, invitingly, and you accepted the offer.

Donnie moved to the trunk.

Its slam shook your body when it closed.

Donnie entered the vehicle.

The door closed.

The engine turned.

The moment you were in motion, your mate pulled you to him.

Your tiny body curled up in his.

It fell out of you.

“Why aren’t you allowed to add some good to this world?!”

“Don’t they see how you’ve changed?!”

“Haven’t they seen what you’ve done!?”

“How can we do this!?”

“How can we have a kid in good faith!?”

“How is trying to have a child under these circumstances not abuse!?”

“They did this! They put us in this position! How is that fair!?”

“I already thought it was so damn selfish! How can I add to that?!”

“We could do everything! We could do everything right and they could be taken from us!”

“We can’t even help another child like you!!”

“Another kid who was lost! We can’t save them!!”

“It’s ridiculous!!!”

“It’s not fair!!!”

“I HATE THIS!!!”

Donnie responded.

You knew he did.

To each and every sentence, he had something to say.

You heard none of it.

You were irrational.

You could feel how much.

Who was that person who had been in the room with Spencer?

How had they taken the news so coldly?

Donnie had been furious.

Donnie had thought you would be.

You thought you were.

You were now.

It was too late.

For what?

What good would it have done?

Spencer was nothing more than a messenger.

That was why the government talked through him and not to Donnie.

How many times had they tried to buy out Spencer?

There was no way they hadn’t tried to place a plant as close to Donnie as possible.

Spencer had good in him.

You didn’t care what he said.

There was good.

He wasn't evil.

Nothing was so black and white.

Just like this.

When you emerged from your stupor, you were bundled up on the couch.

Swaddled in your favorite blanket, you rubbed your cheek against the softness and looked further.

On the table were at least three drinks and two snacks.

All things you loved.

Running at a near silent volume was one of your favorite shows.

Donnie had done what he could and presumably realized you were unreachable.

He’d then set you up with creature comforts before giving you space.

Instead of looking for him through your wedding band, you withheld yourself to search.

It seemed comical to you that he would be anywhere other than at his desk.

He was standing and looking over a microscope.

He was examining the mobility of his sperm to see if they had recovered.

After all you had said was he still planning to move forward?

He must have felt the question because your mate looked up, attentively listening to those emotions that you could both hear before he turned to you.

You felt helplessness in your eyes, but tried to parboil them for him.

He held a faint scold for your cover-up as he approached.

“Nuzzle, please.” You told him.

He diverted course to meet you with the back of the couch as your safety net. He caught it and leaned over to scrub his beak against your cheek. You let the affection roll over you before you felt you could return it in earnest.

He solemnly accepted.

As soon as you stopped, he retreated and tucked his chin against a couch cushion to watch you.

“I… didn’t hear anything you said. I’m sorry.”

Donnie’s lip pursed nonchalantly. “Nothing of importance.”

“I doubt that.” You held a hand up to his.

He lifted his fingers.

You thread the digits. “Tell me. I bet you had some great points or plans.”

He stared at your entwined hands for a long moment. “No.”

Your lips parted, but you didn’t make a sound.

He looked sad. “Everything you said. You are right.”

Your heart had barely surfaced and was once again treading water.

“This was always a dream. The mechanisms were always stacked against us, in my name. We went to Spencer because the state of New York was never going to let us adopt. Regardless of my record, there is discrimination in the system at its purest form, let alone against a mutant. I am only sorry I could not have protected you more.”

“All you did was warn me! All you’ve ever done…”

“Then you’ll remember quite clearly that each time you dismissed me I insisted upon the matter.” 

He was right and you lowered your gaze.

“I do see one thing differently.”

You punished yourself for a few more seconds before meeting his eyes.

“You said we were denied a chance to make a child happy. Be it our own, foster, or more.”

Your head rose a little higher. “You can’t-”

He squeezed your hand lightly to stop you.

You felt a little protest bubble through your bond.

He kissed one of your knuckles. “I have lived my life in complete rejection of authority figures.”

You stalled.

“I watched time and time again as parental-aged adults passed me over. Those who did not ignore my existence used me for gain or saw to destroy me. I had no childhood, but there was little time to yearn. I had to survive.”

You leaned into him.

He gave you no leeway. “My dearest, I don’t think I’ll be a good parent. I don’t believe they exist. I know that as a fact. All children are disturbed by their parents in some shape or form.”

You moved to fight, but he caught a finger to your lips.

“You can argue otherwise, but there are already signs. You know my disposition. You've fought it. I’m obsessive which would translate to helicopter parenting. I have days where I can’t handle noise or bodily fluid, both of which are the general make-up of young children. I am stubborn. I am cold.”

You frowned deeply against his digit.

He pressed once there as a point before releasing you.

You started with the usual complaints, but you saw his gaze.

It was clear, open, and didn’t hold pain.

It was a fact that he accepted.

He wasn’t exactly wrong.

The only thing you could fight him with was scientific data which came in the form of his pathetic sample size.

You bet he already knew that.

He also hadn’t thought himself capable of love in general though.

Yet here you were.

The gentle current through his ring held an understanding of that as well.

“Why do this then?” You chose as your response.

“Why do anything?” His lips crinkled with bare amusement.

Its unguarded nature caused your chest to restrict.

He tipped closer. “I’m selfish. All signs told me not to entertain you, but I did. Even when my apocalyptic heralding came to be, I could not leave you because despite all the suffering I caused you, it was outweighed by my desire for you. I have the same desire for children. I know I will mess up. I believe you will as well, no matter how high a regard I have for you. That is what I know, but you are my stunning anomaly. You are my heart and why would I not want to concoct the ultimate combination of our forms? I adore creation and what is this if not its elevated form?”

“Donnie…”

“I am under no delusion as to how that sounds. It’s selfish. My only awareness lies in their personhood which I learned firsthand. I tried for too long to control S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. I have barely amended such. Our offspring may have our visage, hopefully more so yours…” He gave a calculated churr.

You tapped him with your nose.

He languished in the touch. “But they are not us and won’t be.”

You gave into a small sigh and thought for a moment. “Is there a line for too selfish?”

“You nearly lost your life. Yes, there is and I am ignorant of it.”

“Even if there’s a threat of taking our child away?”

“Nothing…” Donnie rose a little taller to show his might. “That I have even the most minute control over will take anything away from us, especially you. I have contingencies. I will resort to the lowest blows. We may go into hiding, but I will burn the entire population of the Earth down before a sentient being thinks it can separate me from my family.”

You stroked his shoulder in a downward motion to coax him off the ledge.

He dipped down to meet you with a butting of his head.

You kissed him.

“That is of course only if you want to continue. You bear the bodily burden. I can renew my birth control at a moment’s notice. However, I believe the risk outweighs the reward and that comes from the purple personification of peril.”

You were quiet for a moment.

Was that really okay?

You supposed you had long been your own form of selfish.

You often and willfully had ignored Donnie’s warnings.

You to this day downplayed his past transgressions.

All because you loved him and wanted to be with him.

A sudden reel of all your own emboldened activities spun through your mind’s eye.

You had really aggravated an armed assailant once.

You couldn’t help but smile a little.

What was the US government?

People gave it the middle finger on a daily basis.

They weren’t some be all and end all.

They weren’t going to take your child.

With Donnie, you were invincible.

Even though in practice that was patently not true, you were inclined to still believe it.

When you looked at Donnie, you found him waiting without judgment either way.

You reached into his being through your bond to explore how deep that went.

He allowed you full access to his emotion and he only seemed to further soften in your mystic grip.

He was all yours.

You pecked the tip of his beak and only felt a little bad for your display because it seemed like wasted energy.

You supposed you were allowed a meltdown.

It was a lot.

It would continue to be a lot.

You were going from peace to the fire.

You wanted it no other way.

You slipped from your wedding band and stared Donnie down.

His eyes glinted under the interest.

“You’ll need to… renew… the birth control?” You asked softly.

His lids lowered sultry. “While it is not completely out of my system, there has been marked bounce back in sperm motility.”

“No lasting side effects?”

“We have a few more days to see, but signs say no. I posit I will return to full virility.”

You tapped the couch once before chewing your lip.

He waited with bated breath.

“You don’t believe in fate.”

“I don’t.”

“With our odds, isn’t it kinda like that?”

“No.”

“No?”

“It will happen if it does. There is only probability.”

“Not very romantic.”

“What were you hoping I’d say?”

“Something about how you’d make it happen…”

“For you? I would. I would move mountains. I would level forests. I would topple whatever stood between us because I could. As frustrating as it is, my precious science bars me here and I cannot bend her rules.”

“Ah, your mistress.” You shook your head.

Donnie growled a little and feigned leaping over the couch at you.

You giggled and pulled him the rest of the way over.

He churred as he laid on top of you.

With it, you imagined the weight of a child. 

How it would fill out your body. 

All that entailed. 

The pain. 

The horror stories. 

Was your only option a one you should chance?

Donnie had said something about it.

About child birth and how time only cured so many of its dangers. 

Dangers you and Donnie faced regularly. 

Dangers that might not manifest. 

All more playing of odds with no way to know. 

“My health…” You worried aloud. 

“You will have care like no other should you so choose. You are not to be left to chance. You will be my choice in an instant. My priority.” 

You nodded before a rueful smile played on your lips. “Unbiased science husband… Do you think… I’ll be okay?” 

“Impossible terms to ask under, but I wouldn’t consider this otherwise.” 

“And the rest…?” 

“There is no fate. We dream.” Donnie responded.

You pulled him close and felt your worries melt away as you pictured three of you cuddled just like this. “Then let’s dream.”

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[hangeslefteye]

Aot boys doing your makeup HCS (REALİSTİC)

I did like one proper HC with girls now I must shitpost because balance ;) HCS for EREN,JEAN,REİNER,PORCO,ZEKE AND LEVİ doing your makeup <3

Eren:

He thinks he's good at makeup just because he sometimes wears eyeliner and acts bold,very bold.But suprise he's clueless,you should have seen it coming when he mistakes your contour stick for a lipstick D: Also very interested in brushes and uses like 6-7 brushes just to 'blend' eyeshadow.Final look will be something like:

Panda but make it goth D: You better suck it up and go out like this or else he'll be petty af the entire week.

Jean:

I hate to headcanon this but Jean is to type to criticise your fashion/makeup choices even if it's subtly.Thinking he knows it all he'll act overly brave with it but kinda convincing because he can actually name some makeup products other than eyeliner.Eren could never.He will raise your expectations sky high when on it but it wil turn out like:

He claims this is a sophisticated look for the fashion magazines D: İf you wipe it you are tasteless, periodt.

Reiner:

He doesn't trust himself AT ALL with it.Like get some product on the brush first but no he'll literally brush your face with 0 product on it for minutes xDD Also he's the type to pick nudes and pastels to not to make it too obvious.He isn't knowledgeable at all but since he loves watching you doing your own makeup he picked up one or two things.Tho not much so you got:

His baking game is no good but he had like 96789565 existential crises while on it and he says you can wipe it but he'll feel horrible if you do :/

Porco:

He thinks makeup is face paint for adult women,can't even name a SİNGLE product D: But willing to do anything for his 'baby' including 'makeup'.He picks the weirdest color combinations possible so, you are lucky if you look like a clown but odds are you will look like you got beaten up in a pride parade D: Also cleans mascara/eyeliner with YOUR spit D: İt's more hygienic this way because D:

He too would admit that he used his creativity a little too much D: Society's beauty standarts are not ready for this.

Zeke:

During the entire process he acts like a know it all youtube beauty guru and you might think he is acting goofy but suprise he is actually a pro at this??Like which ex taught you???But no this is one of his many weird hobbies and he's just that great.

Ofc he'll go for a classy doe eyes look xD Just make sure to thank him properly for the masterpiece he created.

Levi:

Another one for the clueless gang but he's the only smart enough person to ask what any product is used for and how he should do it.Considering he's quite handy in anything he does he picks it up fast and with you guiding a little he can pull of a wearable yet simple look such as:

Afterwards he wants to clean your brushes with bleach,better keep an eye on him.Also Levi is the type to show his love through actions so if he senses you liked what he did, later on he can ask you himself to do your makeup.Of course he gets better and better each time <3

Afternotes:Could you tolerate your fave painting your face?

[m-jelly]

Jelly my friend! I'm gonna take a moment or two to answer all those LOL in the meantime let me send you something!

How does Levi do the first time he changes his newborns diaper?

How does Levi and his s/o (can be self ship of course :) ) handle trying to get to all of babies needs in those early days as parents?

It's a rainy day and outdoor plans are cancelled, how does Levi spend it/ spend it with you?

Also,

what meal does Levi request from you on his birthday?

Is there a tv show you like binging together?

If there was unlimited time/money/space how many dogs would he want?

How does Levi do the first time he changes his newborns diaper?

Levi does incredible! I've always HC'd that Levi would change almost all the baby's diapers. You carried the baby for nine months and you went into labour for hours on end and your healing process takes a while. He will be shocked at the colour of it and worry a bit, but then he would look at his baby books and online chats and see it is very normal. We would talk to his baby the whole time, he'd make comments on their dirty bum and how weird their poop was. He'd be so gentle with cleaning them. He'd kiss their tummy, feet, hands and their face.

How does Levi and his s/o (can be self ship of course :) ) handle trying to get to all of babies needs in those early days as parents?

You'd both be a well-oiled machine. You will find that Levi will do almost everything for the baby and you. In Levi's mind, you have already done plenty! So, he will get up in the middle of the night for the baby and tend to them so you can get as much sleep as possible. During the day when Levi rests, you will look after the baby. You will be very organised, but you won't be pressured to follow the routine you and Levi had made together. Levi will pretty much be over-prepared.

It's a rainy day and outdoor plans are cancelled, how does Levi spend it/ spend it with you?

The sofa gets set up with blankets and cushions. You'll have hot drinks and snacks as we cuddle up on the sofa. You'd sit on the sofa together and cuddle. You'd watch movies together and if you play video games you would play games with each other, mostly comfort games. Indoor dates are really your favourite kind of dates. Levi will want a lot of cuddles and kisses. He will hold you all day long and even have a little nap with you. The two of you will not cook but have a lovely takeaway instead.

what meal does Levi request from you on his birthday?

He would want the first meal you ever made him when you first started living together. The meal he had when he came home from work to you for the first time ever. He adored coming home and seeing you living there with him and you'd cooked him the most incredible dinner he'd ever had. He was so full of love and wanted you in his life for eternity.

Is there a tv show you like binging together?

I don't watch many TV shows, I'm more of a movie person. I think Levi would be similar. He would hate reality TV and would strongly dislike game shows as well. I think maybe he'd like shows like Expedition Unknown with Josh Gates, where he goes to different countries to find lost treasures and history as well. Any show that has dark comedy in it, like inside no 9 and league of gentlemen. He'd find always sunny funny as well.

If there was unlimited time/money/space how many dogs would he want?

It's really how many he would let me have ahah! I love dogs. I think Levi would happily have four maximum, but two would be the perfect number for him. Both would be well-trained but also spoiled. They would get lots of love and cuddles.

[sasageyoarmin]

stained bedsheets and pancakes

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content : levi x fem!reader (or afab bc of talk of periods) , mentions of periods , period blood , etc.

a/n : hi everyone !!! i just wanted to write this little piece of levi fluff to start the week off , hopefully everyone is having a great start to their week !!!

also , i have gotten a lot of requests recently and i promise i am getting to them but it may take a little while , so i hope you can understand :)

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•••

tears streamed down your face as you glanced down at the crime scene on the bed, cursing yourself out for not being prepared this month.

to your right was levi, your little insomniac, finally sound asleep in the white linen sheets for the first time this week.

just your luck, you had to stain the sheets of the one person who hates messes the most.

the amount of guilt you felt right now was consuming you whole, along with the cramps that seemed to be obliterating your abdomen. you desperately didn’t want levi to know, especially because he was known for keeping everything clean and tidy, and a mess would upset him. however, you knew that you couldn’t wash the sheets with his body laying on the bed, so you decided it was time to rip the band-aid off.

“levi,” your voice sounded desperate as you slightly shook him awake. “levi, please wake up.”

he moaned softly, slightly gaining consciousness before groggily looking over at your tear-stained face. “angel? what’s going on, are you okay?”

his sleep-deprived voice made you sniffle a bit more as you realized just how much of a deep sleep he was in. you felt horrible waking him up, especially when he never slept this well on a normal night.

“levi, i’m so sorry. please don’t be mad at me, i didn’t mean to do it..” your voice broke and trembled as you sobbed into your palms.

levi’s brows furrowed as he sat up and cupped your face, using his thumbs to wipe away the tears pooling under your eyes.

“y/n, baby, what happened? i need you to calm down and speak to me.” his tone was harsh, yet not in a demanding way. he just wanted you to be safe and the fact that you were currently crying beside him didn’t make it any better.

levi handed you a tissue and you blew into it before wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. you shakily pulled away the comforter to reveal a large red mark stained on the sheets.

“oh.” he breathed out before wrapping you into his chest. you sniffled and cried into his shoulder, staining yet another one of his items, yet this time it was with your tears.

“i’m sorry, you’re probably furious right now because i know you hate messes and it’s bloody and not clean and-“

“hey.” his stern voice caught your attention as your lip quivered, feeling guilt surge throughout your body. “i’m not mad at you. i could never be mad at you for something like this.”

you curled up and clutched your stomach as a vicious cramp took over your lower region, balling your fists in the process.

levi brushed your hair and sighed, feeling terrible that you were in pain. “hold on baby, i’ll go get you some painkillers.” he started to get up before you grasped his wrist to pull him back down.

“what about the sheets? i can pay for new ones, or wash these ones, or-”

“no, no honey. i’ll wash them, don’t worry.” he rubbed your kneecap, attempting to soothe your cries. “do you want to take a shower? i know those can sometimes make you feel better during this time of the month.”

you nodded as he helped you stand up to the bathroom, even though you weren’t in need of assistance. you covered your face with your palms. “i’m so embarrassed.”

“baby, don’t be embarrassed, i’ve heard it’s normal. don’t stress over it.” he kissed the top of your head, flashing a rare smile as he smelled traces of the floral shampoo he loved so much.

you looked down to examine the crime scene, eyeing the blood that had stained your sleep shorts and inner thighs. “but it’s so gross and messy! it’s all over!”

“sweetheart, you should know me at this point. there’s almost nothing in this world that can’t be cleaned, if i’m being honest.” he guided you to the bathroom before grabbing the bottle of pills and a few feminine products out of the cabinet. “now, i’ll leave you in here while i go start the laundry, just call if you need anything.” he kissed your head again before closing the door, instructing you to leave your stained clothes outside.

•••

after taking a nice, hot shower and putting on the comfy clothes levi had gotten for you on the toilet lid, you made your way out of the bathroom only to be greeted by a delicious smell coming from the kitchen downstairs. your stomach growled at the fact that you hadn’t eaten anything in hours.

levi was dressed in a simple cotton tank and sweats as he used a spatula to flip over a beautiful golden-brown pancake. slightly startling him, you wrapped your arms around his torso and sighed out loud.

“how was the shower, angel?” he asked as you moved around his body before attempting to sit up on the counter.

he hoisted you up, holding onto your thigh with one hand and grasping the pan handle with the other.

“it was good.” you said with a smile. “i feel much better.”

“i’m glad.” he sighed. “now, i’m no chef, but i tried making your favorite pancakes. can’t promise that they aren’t poisoned but hopefully they’ll be alright.” he shrugged playfully, doubting his cooking skills.

you squealed in happiness before taking a big whiff of the lovely scent surrounding the kitchen. “levi, how did i ever find someone like you?”

“pshhh, i should be asking myself that question.”

“seriously, thank you for everything.” you motioned him over as he leaned into the counter, allowing you to wrap your arms around his waist. “i just felt terrible because it wasn’t supposed to start today and i wasn’t prepared and i’ve never bled onto the sheets before-”

“hey, hey. that’s okay, i don’t care.” he stroked your thigh up and down. “‘might sound crazy coming from me, i know, but i just want you to be comfortable, is all. and hopefully,” he paused while putting a few pancakes on a plate for you, “these will make you feel a little bit better.”

“thank you, love.” you accepted the plate graciously before levi picked you up off of the counter and began to walk over to the breakfast nook, you following suit.

“i love you, darling.” levi kissed your soft lips and rubbed your back in comfort.

“i love you too, levi.”

•••

[roseofdarknessblog]

Christmas baby | Levi Ackerman

You’ve always loved Christmas and everything that came with the holiday season. But for the last couple of years, Christmas has been special thanks to your partner. Since Levi was a Christmas baby, as you loved to call him, the holidays became even more remarkable to you.

Making everything perfect for Levi and his special day was your priority every single year. He didn’t like big noisy celebrations or people making a fuss out of his birthday. So every year, you made sure to spend the 25th of December in a calm and loving atmosphere. Sometimes at home and sometimes away on a little vacation somewhere nice.

„Good morning, sleepy head,“ you said with a huge smile when Levi walked into the kitchen. It was bright and early, the sun was only coming up, making the thick layer of snow outside sparkle in the sunlight. Your whole house was full of warm yellow glow, making everything seem extra cozy. „Breakfast is almost ready.“

Levi shook his head with a sleepy smirk, coming up to you and hugging you around the waist from behind. His lips pressed a warm kiss behind your ear, while you were finishing up with the special breakfast for your most beloved.

„Happy Birthday and also Merry Christmas,“ you said joyfully, looking over your shoulder to meet his lips in another tender kiss. His grip around your waist tightened a little, keeping you close.

„Thank you, love. Merry Christmas to you too.“ He rested his head against yours, watching you finish his favorite French toast with pieces of fried bacon. It was a lovely combination, mainly with Levi’s special winter-flavored caramel tea. „Do we have any plans for today?“

„No, not really. Maybe we could go for a walk if the weather stays nice. I love how quiet and peaceful the world outside is during the holiday season.“

„Yeah, that sounds nice. Maybe we can visit my mom, too.“

„I talked to her yesterday, she’s coming over for lunch tomorrow. And she’s expecting us for dinner today.“ You and Kuchel had an amazing relationship. She truly was a saint, who always had so much love for both you and her son. Even her brother Kenny liked catching up with you when he came for a quick visit or if you met at Kuchel’s house.

As you kept talking, both of you sat down at the dining table and enjoyed breakfast together. While you served the food, Levi made tea. Since there was nowhere to hurry, you could truly enjoy each and every moment, cherishing the time spent together on this very special day.

The house was nice and quiet, and all you could hear were the sounds of nature from outside. When you looked out the window, you saw tiny snowflakes drifting around and making the outside scenery even more lovely. It was such a huge contrast to everything you saw around you in the house – the Christmas tree, all the decorations and the fire peacefully burning in the fireplace, making the house warm and cozy.

The day of Levi’s birthday nor Christmas were ever about giving one another a huge amount of gifts. The best thing about the entire holidays were actually the days leading up to them. When you found time to decorate and bake together. Dance around the house to gentle Christmas music and fool around the kitchen, making a huge mess in the process and then cleaning it all up while tasting your sweet creations.

Yes, the actual holidays were beautiful and filled with love and gratitude, but those very last days before them had some unique kind of magic you looked forward to every single year. And Levi too. He adored helping you get everything ready. Despite all the tasks, he found it relaxing and assuring in a way. All the hustle before the holidays made him feel grateful that he had a special someone to share all of this with.

„What?“ Levi asked, when he caught you looking at him with a smile on your lips, while he was still finishing his breakfast. You shook your head and looked into your already empty plate. ��No, tell me. What’s the matter?“

„Nothing, I just... I love you.“ He smirked at your shy expression as you said that. Almost as if you were saying it for the very first time. „And I’m so grateful that we can celebrate another holiday together,“ you added, reaching out your hand and stroking his cheek lovingly.

Levi slightly turned his head and pressed a kiss into your palm, leaning into your touch a bit more. The calm and content expression on his beautiful face made you feel all the joy in the entire universe.

„How about showing me just how much you love me?“ he teased and before you knew it, he pulled you over to sit on his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist tightly.

„Don’t you want to unwrap your presents first?“ you asked, playfully running your thumb over his lower lip. With a smirk, Levi’s hands slipped under your shirt and onto your lower back, his touch warm and gentle.

„Hmm, there’s one very special gift I can’t wait to unwrap,“ he mumbled in a low voice, his lips gently brushing against your mouth. One of his hands traveled up your back underneath your shirt, holding you close. His eyes locked with yours, full of love and hunger for your body. „Maybe we could get to it now, so later we can go for that walk you mentioned earlier,“ he continued teasing you, while his other hand slipped out from underneath your shirt and into your hair.

„It’s your special day. So you’re the one to say that we’ll be doing.“

„Trust me, I’ll enjoy this fact very much,“ he whispered into your lips and stood up, lifting you off his lap. With your legs wrapped around his waist, he made his way back to the bedroom, your lips staying pressed together in a passionate kiss for the entire time.

It was his birthday, after all. So it was only fair to grant him every little pleasure his heart desired.

[sixpennydame]

The Better Man | Epilogue

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“Levi…”

You stretch your arms out to his side of the bed, expecting to feel his warm body. The late fall mornings were getting colder and you were yearning to cuddle beside him. But then you remembered: it’s nearly impossible for that man to sleep more than four hours a night, yet alone get him to sleep in the bed, even when he’s here in the comfort of home.

Our home, you think to yourself.

_____

After the Female Titan attack on Stohess, Levi insisted that he move you inside Wall Sina, on the outskirts of Mitras. It was safer, he’d argued, and less likely to have a large-scale titan attack, as protecting you was always first and foremost in his mind. Outside the capital, on two acres of land, you’d found a small, cozy cottage, the perfect size for the two of you (“Smaller houses are easier to clean,” Levi had noted). It was just far enough away that people wouldn’t pry into your business; a place where Levi could be at peace. 

But in the months following Stohess, there would be no peace for Levi; in fact, you’d barely seen him. You kept yourself busy with making pastries for the local market and making the cottage a home for Levi to come home to. It had been three months with no word, but you knew he’d come back. He’d promised you.

And that promise was kept when he rode up to the picket fence surrounding your home a few months later. He was weather-worn and exhausted, and he held you in his arms like your very presence was bringing him back to life. He told you of Kenny and the MP’s, of the military coup, and Historia's upcoming coronation. His eyes cast downward when he spoke of Kenny, but there was a hope there too; something you hadn’t seen on his face in a long time, maybe ever.

You also had news for him: you were pregnant.

Your tiny bump was unnoticeable under the layers of your late-summer dress, and at first, he’d just looked at you, as if he was trying to process what you were telling him. You thought he was unhappy at first, but then his face softened and he held you tightly, whispering in your ear that this was the happiest he’d ever felt. 

(So there was more than one reason why Levi was smiling so broadly at Historia’s coronation ceremony.)

Finally, it seemed like there was some good in the world.

For the next two months, Levi and the Survey Corps stayed in Mitras, where he became involved in Queen Historia’s efforts to bring all the orphans out of the Underground. He invited you to be a consultant with him, but you’d refused; you didn’t feel educated enough to be in a room full of government and military officials, but at home Levi would ask your opinion on matters. Working together towards making the world a better place, having the man you love beside you, it felt like a dream. And every evening Levi’s hands would rest gently on your belly as you slept.

But no good thing lasts forever.

“Re-taking Shiganshina and filling the hole in the wall should only take a few days”, he’d said. “I’ll be back in a week.”

“We’ll be here waiting for you.” Your belly had grown in the months Levi had been home, and his hands always gravitated toward it, as if willing his protection to the baby inside.  

A week came and went, but Levi didn’t return. When another week passed with no word, you started to worry.

News finally reached the village of the massacre of the Survey Corps and the nine survivors who were awarded a medal of valor by the queen. Levi’s name was listed among the nine. You breathed a sigh of relief.

He’ll be home soon.

When he did return, there was a change, like a dark cloud hanging over him. You understood - he’d lost Erwin, who’d been his guiding light for so many years. And he was angry - angry that he wasn’t able to defeat the Beast Titan, that he wasn’t able to keep his promise. You were happy and relieved to have him home, but he wasn’t fully here.

The cold floors creak as you softly walk to the room that will soon be your child’s nursery and there is Levi, sitting in the wingback chair next to the window. Ever the light sleeper, it only takes a few steps of your walking into the room before his eyes flit open.

“Another rough night?” you ask as you walk towards the chair. 

“I just didn’t want to wake you. You should rest as much as possible.”

You knew Levi felt guilty for not being with you during much of the pregnancy, and so he made up for it by being extra protective when he was around. He’d barely let you lift a finger, which you’d tried to tell him was unnecessary, but did love being doted over. 

He pulls you towards him and you stand in between his legs as he starts gently caressing your belly. “How are you feeling this morning?”

“Fine, but I feel huge,” you sigh. “I still have three months to go… how am I already this big?” you ask, hoping that Levi will reply with, “You’re not that big,” or “You look beautiful,” but he’s silent, his forehead resting on your stomach.

“Levi…what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” is his reply, but you know that’s not true. He hasn’t been fine since he returned, but what bothers you most is that he’s closing off his feelings.

“Hey,” you lift his head up to look at you, “don’t shut me out. I can tell you’re hurting. Just talk to me.”

You won’t be shut off from the man you love again. You won’t watch him being eaten away from the inside.

It takes him a few moments to respond, seemingly struggling to say the words out loud. “It’s just that everything I’ve known about the world has been wrong. Titans are humans. Kenny was my uncle. There are people - hell, a whole entire rest of the world - beyond these walls. Our duty as Scouts was to find out the truth, and we did that. But without Erwin, I’m not sure any of us know what to do with that truth.”

You sit on Levi’s lap as his heavy heart slowly begins to open up to you. “It’s only a matter of time now before we kill all the titans trapped in Wall Maria. Once spring comes, Hange plans for the Scouts to explore beyond the walls.” His arm, wrapped around your waist, pulls you in tighter. “My life has always been full of unknowns, but this..” he pauses and as you run your hands through his hair. “I don’t know what kind of world we’re about to open ourselves up to…and if I’m strong enough to protect humanity anymore.”

“You’re worried about the world you’re bringing your child into,” you add, your hands caressing his freshly shaven undercut. 

“I’ll protect you and our child with every inch of my being, but I hate that I don’t know what’s coming next.”

Levi has always been so sure of himself and his abilities. Erwin gave him a bigger reason to focus that brute strength. Now, Levi is like an unmanned ship careening into dangerous waters. 

And he needs you to be his anchor.

“The future is scary right now, no doubt about that. There are times when I’m so terrified of being a mother. But when I feel that way, the one thing that keeps me sane through it all, Levi, is knowing that I’m not doing this alone.”

“And you’re right, the world is changing - there’s nothing any of us can do about that. But think about where we came from, and how far we’ve come. Through it all, there’s been one constant,” your hand gently turns his face towards yours.

“Us.”

You lean your forehead against his. “We have each other. No matter what the future holds for you, me, and Paradis, I will be by your side.”

Levi’s shoulders drop as he lays his head on your chest. You love this man deeply and you know he loves you too. 

And whatever happens, you’ll face it together.

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[journey-to-the-attic]

OMG, I'm so sorry that happened to you that sounds awful !!! I've definitely been there before, so happy you only came out sore 🙏🏽

As for AU stuff-

I think a super cool side spin to the Drangon!AU would be if IK became the world's first dragon rider, like a HTTYD situation !

I think about the transition from "small weakling human" to "precious baby child" all the time, so I feel like the process of them learning about each other (the brothers + IK) in the sense of being in tune while flying is so sweet,,, like, they all obviously have different flying styles, and I'd imagine that Satan, Levi, and Belphie can't even fly at *all*, so getting accustomed to the ways they operate was probably pretty tough but SO cool for IK yknow

And on the flip side it was probably a struggle for the brothers to learn to trust her cues when training or even actively fighting something when they're so used to being independent, but they have to realize that she's not trying to control them, but work as one essentially

Idk, they just make me so happy!!!!! I love dragons!!!!!!

Any thoughts on maybe who enjoys flying/riding with her the most/who has the easiest time adapting to her cues? or any other misc thoughts, up to you!!

oooooooh humans becoming so close to their creature companions that all their movements are in sync is something so dear to me

i reckon mammon (who is nearly always ik's first friend, no matter what universe, and also the best flier) would be super quick to get used to giving her rides around the place, but at first it's more like just carrying a doll around because ik is clutching him stock-still in Terror the whole time

but then!! there's a moment where it just sort of clicks. i'm vaguely remembering a trick in one of the httyd movies where hiccup jumps off toothless's back, and then toothless catches him again? it'd be like that, except it happens completely by accident the first time, but then they keep doing it for fun

on the other hand lucifer would take SO long to properly sync, because he's always like I Will Do As I Think Is Best, Your Commands Are Mere Suggestions. for him i think it'd take a moment of him being in danger and needing to rely on ik, and that's where it clicks for him. he mellows out, but he keeps acting as if he marches only to the beat of his own drum, even though he is absolutely doing everything ik tells him to

in general ik would have a set of subtle but specific gestures (some of which are unique to each brother) that she uses to both communicate and instruct, and i reckon levi likes that bit the most. since he's more geared for swimming, he'd have a range of clicks and whistles designed for underwater communication, and ik learns to understand and reply - so it's like they have their own secret language

[nonbinaryash22]

How would the AOT characters react to their partner, Y/N telling them that she's pregnant? Part 2!

Mikasa Ackerman:

When Y/N tells Mikasa that she’s pregnant, Mikasa's reaction would be a mix of quiet disbelief and overwhelming concern, with a hint of protectiveness that Mikasa’s known for. Here’s how it would unfold:

1. Surprise and Soft Shock: Y/N: "Mikasa, I’m pregnant." Mikasa: (pauses mid-action, maybe while preparing food or cleaning) "...What?" Her initial reaction would be soft, a stunned pause as she processes the words. She might blink a few times, her usually calm demeanor shifting slightly.

2. Immediate Protective Instinct: Once Mikasa fully registers the news, she'd instinctively place a hand over her stomach, as if she’s already feeling the baby’s presence. Then, without missing a beat, she’d ask: "Are you okay? Is everything all right?" Mikasa’s protective instincts would kick in immediately. She'd start organizing her thoughts on how to keep Y/N safe, both physically and emotionally, and start researching things like nutrition and health.

3. Concern and Overthinking: As Mikasa is prone to doing, she’d begin to overthink every possible scenario. "What kind of parenting will we have to do? Should we start training the baby early for survival? Do we need more security around us?" Her practical and efficient mind would immediately start coming up with all kinds of plans and backup plans. She might even ask Levi for advice on how to prepare for this new life, though she'd likely keep her worries to herself and try to figure everything out on her own.

4. Softness Beneath the Exterior: Amidst all her concern and planning, Mikasa would also express a softer, more vulnerable side. She’d wrap her arms around Y/N and pull them into a tight, almost protective embrace, whispering: "We’ll make it through this together." She might say it quietly, almost like a promise, her words carrying deep love and loyalty, showing just how much she cares about their growing family.

5. Subtle Excitement: While Mikasa might not show overt excitement at first, you'd notice little things: her slightly brighter smile when talking about baby names, or the way she insists on making sure everything is perfect for when the baby arrives. She's quietly thrilled, but her usual calm and stoic nature would keep the over-the-top reactions at bay.

Overall: Mikasa’s reaction would be one of quiet, intense love and protectiveness, with a strong desire to make sure Y/N and their child are safe and cared for. She’d probably be the type to handle everything with meticulous care, but her softer side would shine through in her devotion to their growing family.

[koolades-world]

The moment the om cast realized they were in love with you (part two)

Satan

Satan was unsure how to approach this situation. He was sure something was wrong. Mc had not been acting like themself. He and his brother usually spent every waking moment they could with him, but lately, they had made themself scarce. There was a new lock on their door, and since they had gone through the trouble to install one, nobody had the heart to go in anyways.

It started in the middle of the week, what seems like randomly. Solomon came over, helped them install the lock, and then left which was odd in itself. Usually he took every moment he could with them to steal time from the brothers. Then, they requested to swap to online school, like Levi, for the next two months.

When Lucifer questioned this, they claimed that human shedding season has started. They said it was when skin cells start producing excess skin cells to produce a new layer, kind of like a shedding animal. In order to avoid embarrassment and a large mess, they figured it would be best to do school from their room. When asked why Solomon was fine, they said it was because after a certain age, this cycle ceases and Solomon was long past that age. To the brothers, it made sense at first. Solomon seemed to understand the situation with no question. However, Satan began to notice inaccuracies in their story and quickly picked it apart not even after two weeks.

He didn’t see this alleged shedded skin anywhere. If they were shredding, surely these little hits would scatter everywhere. If anything, it seemed cleaner than usual. He knew they were moving throughout the house after everyone has gone to their room but there was still no mess in sight. He also noticed Mc always seemed tired. They had said this process was not draining or painful. If anything, they should he getting more sleep. They also seemed to be getting a weird amount of deliveries. And finally, he was pretty sure humans didn’t have this “shedding season”. He knew Solomon pretty well and had read lots of books about humans leading up to the exchange program. Not anywhere did books mention this, not in their biology section nor in the habits section. He figured Lucifer knew too, but asking him was not an option.

He was worried about them. He had grown to really like Mc and was kind of upset by not being able to see them on a daily basis. Seeing them smile stirred fuzzy feelings within, something he had never felt before. He had read multiple books but was unable to find an answer.

He was unsure how to approach them and ask what was actually wrong. Thankfully, this opportunity came to him. Late one night, he got up to get some tea after finishing one book in his series, and planned to move onto the next. When he got to the kitchen, he was surprised Beel wasn’t there. But, there was a mess, not one that any of his brothers would leave. The counter was covered in a powdery white substance he thought was baby formula and a small baby bottle sat out on the counter. He immediately jumped to the worst case scenario: Mc was taking care of a baby.

As he went to press his ear up to their door before knocking, he noticed the door wasn’t fully closed. It was locked but it was never pushed into place. Now that the door was open, he heard the rustling of sheets and blankets, and a soft mewing. Not wanting to wait any longer, he pushed open the door. Inside, was Mc, cradling a small kitten and holding a baby bottle identical to the one on the counter. They froze, but the kitten continue wiggling.

"Satan! What a surprise to see you here." They nervously laughed, knowing there was no getting out of this situation.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He shut the door behind him and sat on Mc's bed next to them to look better at the kitten. Behind them was a small cat carrier with two more kittens within. They were asleep by the looks of it.

"I didn't want to bother anyone. I knew Lucifer would make me get rid of them, but I don't think I could. I found them on my way back from RAD. I felt awful and I needed to take them home with me. This is Becca" The one Mc was holding was a black and white kitten, and looked no older than a few weeks. She peered up at Satan with formula on her face, giving her a beard of sorts. Mc wiped her face with a tissue and gave her a kiss on the head.

"Let me help. You need rest. I'll help you keep them hidden from Lucifer and my brothers." He laid one of his hands over theirs.

"You're really sweet, you know that? You of all people would know how time consuming this would be yet it's the first thing you said after I explained. You're nicer than most humans." They scooted closer to him. They held the kitten up to his ear and he heard a gentle purring. A small smile spread across their face.

It was at this moment he realized he was in love with them. Seeing them be so affectionate with what he considered one of the most defenseless and adorable creatures ever warmed his heart. He had never experienced this before. Nobody but them was willing to let someone like himself get to close to them, and be vulnerable. As they began explaining everything to him and cuddled him close, he felt himself slipping further into love with them.

Asmo

Asmo's day was going absolutely horrific. It all started that morning when he ran out of his favorite clay face mask. He thought he had another container, but it was nowhere to be found. He was forced to move on without it. Next, his hair curler broke. It let out a strange hissing sound before letting out a small puff of black smoke. He decided it would be best not to put it near his hair in order not to risk his beautiful face. He could get over that though. It gave him another excuse to go shopping.

When he went to the fridge to search for his coconut water, it turned out Beel had eaten the container whole. He knew that was to be expected but he had put his name on it and everything. Once he arrived to RAD, there was a pop quiz in both potions and seductive speechcraft. He was decent at both of those subjects, thankfully, but he had been hoping for a less eventful day in class. Now, there he was, crying in the bathroom. His makeup was running all over his face which ruined what he had worked so hard on that morning. During lunch, he had gotten into a fight with a lower demon who insisted he wasn't pretty and had scratched him across his face. He was with Mc and Mammon at the time. He knew after he had stepped back, Mammon probably beat the shit out of that demon, but that didn't make it hurt any less. He hoped Mc was okay.

He gazed at himself in the mirror. His eyes were red and his hair was plastered against his forehead thanks to the tears and running makeup. All his hard work, gone. A still bleeding, very ugly, and very large scratch ran from directly under his left eye to his chin. He had left his bag behind when he ran off, and couldn't fix how he looked without it. He broke out into a new wave of tears after seeing himself again.

He could hear footsteps outside the bathroom stall door. A pair of familiar shoes peaked out. "Asmo? Are you in there? Please let me in." He heard the voice of Mc.

"I don't want you to come in. I'm hideous." He stood with his back to the mirror and facing the door.

"I brought your bag because I knew you would want to fix yourself up. If you let me in, I'll help you. I can help you with the scratch too." His heart warmed a little at the fact the Mc remembered him so well. For a moment, he forgot about everything to think about how happy he felt around Mc.

"Do you promise not to make fun of me?" He sniffled and put his hand on the door knob. Somehow, if it was just Mc seeing him like this, he didn’t mind as much.

"I promise. I would never say anything mean about you. I think you're the most beautiful being in the three realms." Their words comforted him. With that, he opened the door. Mc launched themself at him and held him close in a hug. His pink bag was over their shoulder along with their own. They shut the door behind them. As they cupped his face with their hands, he avoided eye contact. he couldn't bring himself to look them in the eyes. After all, he had just disappeared and had no clue how long Mc had been searching for them. For once, he was ashamed of himself.

"Look at me. You look just fine. No matter what, you will always look pretty to me. You're beautiful inside and outside. There wasn't a moment where you didn't support me, and now it's my turn to support you. Every time I woke up with a bad hair day or thought an outfit of mine was awful, you lifted me back up. You helped fix my hair, you told me my outfit was cute, and most importantly, you are my closest friend here. Mammon is taking that scum to Lucifer who'll give him what he deserves. You are gorgeous." Their words enveloped him as much as their hug. They wiped his tears off his face and smiled at him.

"Thank you." They set down their bag on the floor and began searching for the things Asmo would need within his. After directing him to sit down, they began cleaning up his face, makeup and cut. After clipping up his hair, they thought for a moment before moving on to heal his cut with magic. His whole body felt warm, not just thanks to the healing magic. He was so touched by their actions, all to make him feel better. They brushed a thumb over where the cut was and felt that it was totally gone. Before they could continue, he pulled them into another hug. He had never felt this way about anyone except himself before. He immediately recognized this feeling as love. He was unsure about how to feel about it, but he decided to shelf that feeling for a while to enjoy the fuzzy feelings and the moment.

Beel

Today was another normal day. Beel has just finished that day’s Fangol practice, which he always looked forward to. As much as he liked Fangol, he and Mc always went out to get food together afterwards. On his Thursday practices, they had art club, so they would leave school at the same time. Thursdays were his favorite. Beel has selected a restaurant specifically to Mc’s taste. After showering in the locker room and grabbing his bag, he went to look for you. He found you chatting with the cheerleaders, who also had practices on Thursdays. He enjoyed getting to see Mc making friends with people he knew so well.

“Mc, are you ready to leave?” He approached the small group.

“Beel! Of course, give me one moment to grab my things. Bye everyone, see you next week. Remember to watch the TV show, so worth it, trust me.” They said their goodbyes to their cheerleader friends, and turned around to see that Beel already has their bag. “Oh, thank you. You’re the best.”

“Let’s go.” He grabbed their hand with his free hand and they left together. The cheerleaders could be heard giggling behind them.

“So, what are we getting?” Mc swung their arms between them with their connected hands. This always made him giddy.

“I found a new place that serves human world food. The exchange program made it popular.” He hoped this would make them happy. He liked seeing them in a good mood.

"That sounds delicious. While that's pretty broad, I'm hoping I can get some sushi to bring back for Belphie!" He was glad Mc cared for his younger brother just as much as he did, enough to think about bringing food for him even though they didn't have to. Thankfully, the restaurant wasn't too busy and they were seated quickly. People recognized Beel, which probably sent the restaurant staff into a panic, but the people around them were mostly excited. People also seemed to recognize Mc, and people actually came up to say hi to the two of them. It made him happy to see other people appreciate Mc just has much as he did.

Thankfully, the restaurant had all of Mc's favorite human world cuisines and before the meal was over they ordered Belphie's sushi. They sat at the table together, waiting for the takeout. A lower demon approached the pair. Beel sensed something was off about them.

"So you're the exchange student everyone has been raving about. You're just as gorgeous in person. It's a pleasure to meet you Mc." They kissed their hand. Mc nervously looked at Beel.

"Do I know you?" They snatched their hand back.

"No, but I know you. We're in potions together." A look of realization swept over Mc, followed by horror.

"You're that freak pride demon I stopped Mammon from killing." This demon just stood there, smiling. Beel, who was typically not very good at reading situations, quickly realized what he needed to do.

"You should leave." He got up and cracked his knuckles. The demon took a step back. The demon looked at Mc from around Beel, so Beel personally grabbed him by his collar and kicked him out of the restaurant. Nobody wanted to question the avatar of gluttony, so everything resumed as it was before.

"Are you okay?" Beel knelt next to Mc rather than taking his own chair again.

"Yes. Thank you. They tried to corner me in an empty classroom but before they could corral me in, Mammon found us and almost killed them. I made Mammon promise not to kill him or tell Lucifer, since I thought maybe it would be a one off thing. I was wrong." They threw their arms around Beel's neck. He hugged them back after recovering from the initial surprise. "Thank you so much."

Beel felt himself grow less hungry, and more happy. Hearing their relief and joy made him feel oddly satiated. He couldn't remember the last time he felt like this. He didn't know how to convey this feeling thought words, but the best he could do was hug them back tightly, but not too tightly. Feeling their face pressed against his was more than enough for him.

Belphie

There was one thing Belphie knew for sure besides hating Lucifer; he hated bath time. Not in the toddler way, but bath time meant cleaning his tail. He always neglected to clean it on a regular basis, so he was usually dragged to the bathroom kicking and screaming by Beel and Asmo. One to clean his tail and one to make sure he didn't run away. He can and will escape and trail soapy water all over the house. He thought it was too much work to really scrub his tail and clean all the matted fur, but he also thought Asmo was too rough with it. He had just gotten done with a shower, and had avoided washing his tail yet again. He hadn't even shifted into his demon form.

"Belphie, are you in there?" He heard a knock on the door and the voice of Mc.

"Yes." He hurriedly put on some pants as Mc swung open the door.

"I came to check on you." They sat next to Belphie and took the towel from his hands to begin toweling dry his hair. He sighed happily and leaned into the touch. "I also came to ask if you washing your tail and horns. Diavolo's party is tomorrow and it's better to do it now than right before when everyone will need the bathroom."

"You're buttering me up, aren't you?" He narrowed his eyes but didn't make an attempt to move.

"Does that mean you didn't?" They moved his hair away from his eyes so they could look at him directly. He averted his gaze. "If you're not going to wash it, I am."

"Do it then." He flopped over on their lap.

"You know I can't lift you. Come with me before I call Beel or Mammon. You know they'll just throw you into the water." He groaned but got up and followed Mc out of the room. He dramatically sat on the edge of the tub as Mc began to fill it up. "What happens if someone summons you and your tail is a big, matted mess?"

"That won't happen. The only person that I would let summon me is you." He found the words slipping out. Mc didn't seem to know how to respond, so they just muttered a surprised thank you.

"You don't have to get fully undressed if you don't want to. I just need to wash your tail and horns." Despite this, he took his pants back off since he didn't have much on to begin with, shifting into his demon form. Like they had said, he really didn't have to, but something in him wanted the most skin on skin contact he could get with his beloved Mc. He noticed Mc's demeanor change. They wouldn't look him in the eye and catching their hand made him realize it was clammy. He thought it was cute that they were nervous, and decided to tease them. He noticed their eyes following the cow like spots the cover the majority of his right side, and promptly looked away once they noticed the trail leading into his boxers. While they were checking to make sure the water was warm and placing his tail into the water, he pulled him into his lap, looking at them eye to eye.

"You wanted to clean me right? So, get cleaning." He looked at Mc deviously, enjoying their reddening face. He placed a washcloth in their hand so they could scrub his horns. He just looked at them until they eventually began to move. They cleaned each ridge carefully, following the spiral pattern. He basked in the attention, watching them carefully.

It was very therapeutic. It was miserable when anyone else did it, but he liked it when Mc did it. His horns didn't get nearly as dirty as his tail did, but the amount of effort and detail they put into cleaning them was sweet. It made him happy, in a way. They had this cute concentrated face. Their hands and wrists brushed against his face occasionally, which made him feel some kind of way that he just couldn't place. He became hyper aware of everyone their skin made contact. Damn you, Mc. Why did you have to wear shorts? Their thighs were pressed against his. He tried really hard to convince himself he hated humans, and what he was feeling wasn't him falling in love, but this was the nail in the coffin. He was down bad. He placed his hands on their back and pulled them in closer. When they were finished cleaning his horns, the gaze exchanged was electric, charged with lots of unspoken emotions.

It got better when they went to wash his tail. They pressed their whole body against his to reach his tail since he poutly refused to let them go. They scrubbed it just enough to get the dirty free but gentle enough to keep the feeling pleasant. He liked getting to rest his head on top of theirs. He was definitely in love with them. Maybe he would have to get out in his demon form more.

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Hi! I have a scenario in mind. After giving birth to their firstborn, Evelyn realises that Levi treated her a lot better during her pregnancy. Post-delivery hormones fogged up her brain and in a stupid split second decision she concluded that if she couldn't run away from him, she could at least try to make her life easier during those nine months. So she decided to ask him for another baby. What would be his reaction?

Levi x Evelyn -> No Escape

(A/N: Ooh this is a good one, we've never seen a slightly mind broken Evelyn before so I think this is going to be a good one with a sweet sweet prompt. We love to see it ;) Also it doesn't help that I've been looking at Levi as a dad arts on Pinterest :P)

WARNINGS: implied noncon/dubcon, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, manipulation, mind breaking, yandere themes, yandere behaviour, domestic violence, slightly soft and good father Levi should be a warning in and of itself, etc.

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Evelyn watched Levi with their firstborn son, Furlan, he had bragged to her months prior that he would be just as strict with her as their children, but he was unusually loving and sweet. He held their child with such care and love, talking to him in his soft voice, bouncing him gently.

"Did you know you're the descendant of the strongest bloodline on earth? Oh yes, personal guards for the king, a line of warriors and soldiers, the most feared in the land."

Despite herself Evelyn let a small giggle escape. "I thought you never cared about where you came from."

A smile creeps onto his face. "Oh I don't. But he'll care. My reputation is shitty at best, respected and loved only because I'm feared. He'll be different, respected because he is the first Ackerman in a long time. We're better than any of those stuck up rich pricks, our name's been around longer than theirs."

She shakes her head playfully. "The feared part might stop if you keep acting this way towards him."

"Mm, he won't fear me. He'll be in awe of his dear Papa, riding on the front of my horse and seeing what a hero he is. He'll be disciplined, but that doesn't mean I can't spoil him, I'll buy him a pony, that way he can become better than everyone else, show those other rich brats he's the best."

She rolls her eyes as the little bundle squirms and cries. She stands and takes him from her husband. "It's time for little one to go to bed."

Levi's reluctant, but hands him over. "I'll leave you to it wife," His hand cups her cheek, a glint in his eye. "Come to me downstairs when you're done."

She shivers, but nods in agreement, watching him as he retreats downstairs.

As she settles in the child her mind starts analyzing Levi's change in behaviour over and over. Had the birth really changed him that much? Changed them both? Here she was thinking warmly of her abuser, smiling and laughing at his sweetness. Even during the pregnancy, he had treated her differently, he didn't have sex with her as roughly, he didn't beat her and was overall loving and sweet. He was like a real husband, tending to her needs, a life without stress or work as he took care of everything.

She looked into the face of the sleeping infant, and her heart squeezed. He looked just like his father, the same raven hair and grey eyes, she was trapped. She couldn't leave Levi now, where would she go? And if she thought escaping on her own was difficult enough, if she ever left with his child that would be unforgivable. Levi would hunt her down with more vigour. Where would she go? A single mother with a child? No one would take her in, and the thought of the little one on the streets when he could stay here and have everything he could ever want in life? The choice was simple, she had to stay. But that doesn't mean she couldn't make it easier on herself in the process.

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Evelyn stole into the living room, trying to gather the courage to speak to the man she called husband. His expression was as stern as ever, focused on his book. But she knew that it was just his focusing face, she had come to learn his expressions, all of his quirks and habits. Despite everything it was still Levi, the same person she struggled and cried with, and rejoiced at their victories. They had been best friends, telling each other everything. Her mind went back to those nights on the beach before all of this mess, their pants rolled up and barefoot in the sand. Her singing some song they both knew as he chased her to throw her in the waves, showing his smile and laughter that no one ever saw. She missed that Levi, and if having his children brought it back, it would be worth it.

"Levi?"

He looks up, nodding with approval. "You came, good, come sit by me."

"Uhm...before that- can we talk?"

Levi rolled his eyes, undoubtedly waiting for one of her rants about his behaviour. "What is it?"

She shifts between feet, trying to find the right words. "So, I was thinking," She takes deep breaths, trying to keep herself in check. "delivery wasn't as difficult as I thought-"

"Well that's good I suppose." He had already gone back to his reading, half listening to her.

Finally she blurts it all out. "I want another baby."

He freezes, turning slowly to look at her. "What did you just say?"

"I want another baby."

He scowls at her. "That's not something to tease me about wife."

"I'm not."

He shuts his book aggressively, coming to stand in front of her. "And why all of a sudden do you want to have my child when before you fought me so hard?"

She shakes slightly, his intimidating presence getting to her. "I...I like being mom."

At this he softens, taking her hands gently in his. "Oh honey...you really feel this way?"

She nods, tearing up a little, this kind of niceness she wasn't used to. "I do Levi...honest..."

He brings her gently into his arms, holding her close. "Okay, okay, we'll start trying soon, alright? Once you're all healed and everything then we'll start trying."

She held onto him, thankful that this had gone off so smoothly.