#it was really hard not to put levi in the sexy bunny suit

[happybird16]

Another picrew!!! This one has a lot of options!

Tagging: @postwarlevi @youre-ackermine @belovedackerman @theferricfox @mootheskinnycowsblog @darlingheichou @sckerman @suukee and anyone who's interested!!

[m-jelly]

Rain

Levi sent you one last text before he climbed into his car. He turned the engine on and started his journey through the pouring rain to get to you. He smiled a little and tried to remember if you had an umbrella this morning when he dropped you off.

He looked over at his phone and sighed. "Call bunny."

His phone lit up. "Now calling bunny."

Levi tapped his thumbs against the wheel. "Hey! Bunny!"

You squealed. "Levi! Hi!"

"Did you take an umbrella with you this morning?" He glanced at the phone and said your name sternly. "You didn't, did you?"

"I'm sorry! I didn't know it was going to rain."

He sighed. "Bunny, I put the news on every morning."

You blew a raspberry. "I know, but I just didn't. It's fine, it's just a bit of rain."

He huffed. "Look, just make sure you don't come out to meet me until I call you I'm there."

"Umm..."

He groaned. "Bunny!"

You giggled. "It's just a bit of rain."

He sped up a little. "I'm almost there." He looked around. "Is that you standing outside?"

You gasped and waved. "Hi!"

He sighed. "Damn bunny." He ended the call and watched you run to the car. He shook his head when you climbed inside. "Bunny."

You pushed your hair back and smiled. "Hi, honey." You leaned over and kissed him. "How was work?"

"Good, but I'm more concerned about you."

You wiggled in your seat and pushed your chest out a little. "I'm perfectly fine."

Levi looked at your chest and could see straight through your white smart shirt tucked into your tight high waisted skirt. "Fuuuuck."

You looked over at Levi. "What's up?"

He gulped hard when he noticed you were wearing a nice black lace bra. He looked up at your face. "N-Nothing."

You smiled a little. "You sure?"

He cleared his throat. "You're soaked."

You hummed. "I am."

He rubbed the back of his neck. "You...you umm..."

You unbuttoned your shirt. "Mind if I take it off?"

Levi pulled his blazer off and offered it to you. "To keep you warm."

You smiled when you saw his cheeks burning red. "I can keep my top on."

He shook his head. "No, your top is wet, so you should take it off before you get a cold."

You pulled your shirt off and smiled softly at Levi. "We've been a couple for almost a year and we live together and we've had lots of sex, yet me having a wet shirt and taking it off gets you all flustered?"

He sighed. "You have no idea what you do to me. You are so beautiful to me." He watched you put your shirt in the back and stared at you in your skirt, tights, heels and bra. "You're really sexy."

You blushed a little. "Thank you." You pulled on Levi's blazer. "Also, thank you for the blazer."

He smiled as he took you in. "You wear it better than me."

You pulled it up around your face and inhaled. "Mm, smells so good."

Levi pulled away from the curb and started driving home. "Could...could you keep that all on when we get home?"

You looked over at Levi to see him gripping the wheel and his cheeks burning red. You smiled knowing what he was hinting at. "Happily, if you keep the rest of your suit on, especially the tie."

Levi glanced over at you. "Anything for you."

[djmarinizelablog]

Hello! Today I've seen a tiktok of Hange in a Black bunny suit, and, come on: this is the apex of sensuality. Please, can you write a sexy Levihan one shot with my beloved Hange in this suit and a horny Levi? Thank you thank you 🖤

cw: smut/nsfw (also: soft, caring, and understanding Levi)

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"What the hell," Levi almost chokes on his drink.

He's watching TV by the living room when Hange walks in wearing a bunny suit, complete with the bunny ears, high heels, and fishnets.

"Don't laugh," Hange says, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. "I lost to Nanaba on a dare."

She totters in front of the TV before turning around, shy like a fawn. The gesture is enough for Levi to catch a glimpse of her bum where the fabric meets the skin, where the fishnet stretches on her thighs in every move.

It feels as if his throat has dried up like a desert.

"And are you supposed to do anything?"

"No. Not really." She squirms in her stance, hoping to reel in the lie, but from the way Levi is looking at her, Hange knows she has to tell the truth. "Well, I'm supposed to seduce you."

Levi turns off the TV with the remote and slowly gives her a look from head to toe. The suit is very garish-looking, and Hange's athletic build does nothing to it, well, except contradict the entire outfit. But Levi loves her regardless of what she wears, or even of what she doesn't.

She clambers up his lap and puts her arms around him, unsure. The entire ordeal is awkward. "Does this turn you on?"

Truth be told, he's already half-hard. Hange in this outfit is an aphrodisiac to his senses. But something in the way she moves tells him otherwise. He digs his fingers into her waist as Hange pushes his head against her chest in an attempt to grind him, her hips already pushing against his ribs.

They've always had plain, simple sex before, never really thought of spicing it up in the bedroom, but for some reason, Hange thinks they're due for a change. There really is something uncertain in the air, and Levi knows she's not feeling it.

"Do you want me to hump your lap?"

"Hange, it's alright---"

"I could strip and---"

"I said, it's alright."

Hange's grip slackens off his shoulders as she sits on her haunches. "Oh. Okay."

She removes her weight on Levi's lap, disappointed. She has half an inkling that this might have turned him off, that her self-conscious and gangly frame aren't enough for him. Levi seems to know what she's thinking.

"You don't have to do this."

She sighs, "I just want to do something new."

He rests his palm against the side of her cheek. "Hange, do you want to have sex?" he asks her, his other hand still on her waist.

"Yes, but---"

"But what?" He holds her gaze with so much trust and understanding that Hange just wants to cry, knows that she doesn't deserve all of his kindness.

Her mouth trembles. "Not in this stupid outfit."

He gently removes the bunny ears off her head. "That can easily be arranged."

Before she can react, Levi kisses her, pulling her again into his lap. He helps her out of her attire, tugging the zipper down as he runs his hand behind her back. Hange shimmies her way out of it and lets it pool on their feet before putting her hands around Levi once more. She wants this; she really does.

And Levi touches Hange like she's too delicate and anything too much will break her. Holds Hange like there's nothing else more important than her. Every trace, every kiss feels magnified when Hange is able to relent to his movements.

Because if this is how she'll feel comfortable around him, then by all means, Levi will give it all to her.

[thyme-writes]

NSFW Bunny Lucifer Fic

I’m sorry, Lucifer looked too good in this outfit to resist....

anyway, enjoy ;)

<3

Upon speaking with the little demon and being handed each respective outfit, the brothers separated from MC heading to the men’s locker rooms. As she walked into the changing area, she was distinctly aware of how skimpy her costume really was. She pulled the bathing suit like body suit out of the bag, the top was similar to a corset, but it resembled a button up shirt in design, with a black bow at the top where she anticipated her breasts would be spilling out. The bottom was black with a bunny tail on the back, and the thigh cut was far too high up for her liking, but to her advantage the tights she received were much darker than she expected, just barely showing any skin tone underneath.

 After putting the entire costume on, bunny ears and all, she walked in front of the mirror and blushed at her appearance. Looking like something out of a playboy magazine, or a slutty Halloween costume store, she chuckled. She had to turn away from the mirror before she got too nervous, she was forced to be here and was not going to make matters worse for anyone. Slipping on the tall heels she imagined herself standing like a dom over a delicious, begging, handsome man. MC was typically a very submissive person, and she enjoyed being controlled most days. Though, she always wondered what having that control would really feel like. Her imagination soared with images and thoughts of ordering a man around, crawling across her floor to where she waited on the bed. She felt her face heat up and deep in her stomach flutter. Shaking her head, she let the images go, telling herself she would circle back to those thoughts some other time.

 Taking not even a full step out of the locker room, Lucifer stood before her looking impatient, with his head turned to the side glancing down the hall. She took stock of the demon before her. His face was stoic, even if it was an irritable expression. His black hair looked luxurious, and the bunny ears seem to accentuate his soft features like his pursing lips. Which looked more delicate now than they ever had. The slight redness of his blush made his cheeks look velvety smooth. Her eyes wandered to his outfit, the brilliant blue bow tie caught her eyes first, but the more she looked at him the more there was for her to see. His waistcoat was black and tight around his waist, directing her vision to continue further down, where the straps of the waist coat rested against his thighs. His pants were tight in all the right places, making her mouth water and instinctively she licked her lips. Realizing she’d been staring far too long, her eyes snapped back up to his face. His mouth was gaping looking at her.

 While she stood looking him up and down, Lucifer could feel the panic and arousal creeping up his body. She stood there in an outfit he would only want her to wear in his bedroom, not an outfit she should serve tables in. Her soft breasts spilled over the low-cut top, with a bow in the center looking like a gift begging him to be unwrapped. She stood with her hand on her hip and the cut of the body suit was so high it practically reached where her hand rested. He could see where her pelvis and thighs met, the skin there covered by tights, but he wanted to bite right through the material and mark her up. The heels were too much for him, the second he saw her feet he could feel himself heat up, he had to look away. To his pleasure, he looked up to watch her undress him with her eyes. His mouth went dry and his jaw went slack, she was absolutely going to have him undone in no time.

 “I would love to dissect the looks you just gave me MC, but first we are getting you a new outfit. I will absolutely not allow you to be degraded in front of the whole Devildom like this…” He stepped forward to reach out and grab her hand. She stepped back, pushing her palm flat against his chest.

 “This is not up to you, Lucifer.” Her voice came out in more of a sultry drawl than she meant, but the second it came out of her mouth she decided to run with it. His adams apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. The desire of wanting to take her right on the spot they stood was killing him. “I will be wearing this, and I will show you all how to properly serve a restaurant.” She smiled and let her hand creep up to his bowtie, gripping it and pulling him just slightly toward her. “So do your best tonight, Lucifer.” His eyes were wide, and his teeth were clenched. She let out a soft chuckle and released his tie, walking down the hall as each step echoed the click of her heels on the floor. He watched as her walking away, the bunny tail enhancing the look of her ass swaying side to side.

  The group stood around discussing the outfits, while she felt the stares from some of the brothers, only Asmo made a quiet comment about how sexy she looked. The majority of the brothers were more frustrated about having to wear the outfits themselves to focus on hers, though Levi did ask to take her photo, which she was happy to pose for. The customer service training was a breeze for her, when she told Lucifer she would show him, she meant it. These demons had no idea how long she had to wait tables for, and how many different menus she’d memorized. It came back to her like muscle memory. Not to mention she even found herself more at ease with the dance than she expected. It may have been the costume giving her false confidence, but she truly felt like she was running the show for once.

 There were multiple times during the night she could feel Lucifer’s stare on her, and it would’ve been a lie to say it didn’t affect her. While of course all the brothers looked ridiculously hot, she was really focused on the oldest brother for the night. Something inside her had flipped and all she wanted to do was dominate the man who took so much pleasure in dominating her. She would turn when she could feel his stare on her and wink at him. Reveling in watching his cheeks bloom just slightly pink and his flustered face turn from flush to frustrated in no time at all.

   Once the group had finished for the night, they all arrived back home. Lucifer made a point to explain where to put their uniforms in the bathroom to have them dry cleaned for the next day. Everyone began to disperse, there was arguing about the communal bathroom aside from Asmo and Levi of course, and eventually a schedule was made for everyone to get in and out quickly. MC opted to be last, and had an idea brewing in her head. After getting out of the tub, she smirked as she found the area where the costumes were being held to dry clean, on the shelf above the discarded clothes was the collection of bunny ears and ties. Smirking, she gripped the blue tie and ears, putting them inside her robe to hide them as she ran through the halls back to her room. She got dressed as quickly as she could, wearing black skirt, her heels from her costume, and a black tank top, throwing the accessories in a bag.

 Finding herself in front of his door, she gulped hard. Her heart was racing, but between her legs was hot and damp already. Her knuckles rapped against the door, much more aggressively than she had intended. The door swung open, revealing a frustrated Lucifer. He froze as he looked her up and down, gulping hard again, he had tried to contain his arousal all night at the restaurant but now that he was home, he no longer tried to stop the blood rushing to his length. He leaned against the door frame controlling his composure and smirked at her, a tent forming in his sweatpants.

 “Do you plan to invite me in? Or shall I stand here longer?” MC smirked back at him, pushing her hip out and placing her hand on it. She looked him up and down her eyes almost stopping to look at the bulge longer.

 “Ah yes, of course come in…” He stood to the side and she swayed in the room just like she had in the restaurant. He closed the door and eyed her as she walked over to the chairs by the fireplace turning one slightly more toward the room and smiling at him devilishly. “I’m curious MC, what-”

 “No let me stop you there, I’d like something different tonight Luci, seeing you in that costume made me want to take control tonight.” He sat down on the edge of his bed, leaning to the side, one arm holding up his body as he looked at her curiously. She stood up and pulled her tank top off, revealing a lacey, black bra. She sauntered over to him and he sat up straight as she got closer. “Will you be a good listener for me tonight Luci?” She stood just in front of him and he reached up to touch her, when she gave him a dangerous look, and he stopped, smiling wide.

 “Yes, Ma’am.” He licked his lips.

 “Mmm, good boy.” She practically whined, her voice shook slightly, and he could tell she was insanely aroused. He vowed in his head to ask her to take control more often. “Take everything off Luci.”

 He smiled and stood up, she was so close to him she could feel his breath on he as he stood, almost cracking her resolve. She wondered how he did this every time. She wanted to give in and just get on him immediately, but she was dying to tease him like he has teased her.

 He slowly took his shirt off, enjoying watching her anticipation. She was trying to keep a cold expression on her face, but there was no denying the effect it had on her. He started to take his pants off and she turned back to the chair grabbing a black bag she had brought in with her. He was now naked waiting for her, his length was at attention, it seemed he enjoyed watching her like this. She placed the bag next to him and he looked down, but she reached her hand down to his length, pumping him slow. He moaned at the touch, she caught him by surprise, but he had also been aroused for hours because of her, and now he ached for her. His head leaned back slightly, and he closed his eyes.

 “That’s my good boy.” She cooed, her breath right against his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. Without warning he felt her teeth grip the side of his neck and he groaned loud. His hands twitched to grab her, but he knew she would scold him for touching her based on the look she’d given him. He felt like putty in her hands for a second, then thought how fun it would be to watch her try and punish him. She licked the spot she had bitten, and his hands reached out to grip her ass, finding there was no panties under her skirt. He groaned louder and she practically hissed. She stepped two steps back, releasing his length. “Now, now.” She scolded, and he moaned, aching for her hand to wrap around him again.  “I was just praising you for being a good boy, what a shame.” She stood with her hand on her hip looking at him. His length twitched hard, she was really playing into the role now and he wanted to bury himself inside her and wipe that sassy look off her face.

 “That’s okay my bunny, you can make it up to me.” She grabbed the bag on the bed and pulled out his bunny ears and bow tie smiling. “Put these on bunny boy.” He could hardly hold the growl back, his immediate reaction was to deny her, but the devious look in her eye was so delicious. He grabbed the ears, sliding them on his head while he made eye contact with her. Then putting the bow tie around his neck, and her eyes turned to pure hunger. His length was twitching, and she watched it licking her lips. His breathing was heavy and hot now, she could see he was just as affected as she was. To his dismay she turned and walked over to the chair, sitting confidently, and smiling at him. Taking her time, she slowly removed her bra, her breasts bouncing as she jiggled her body to take it off. He felt like he was going crazy, knowing he could take this human any second he wanted, but he awaited his orders. For some reason, it made him twitch more, his length bobbing around between his legs.

 “I think you like this bunny.” She smiled, licking her lips.

 He nodded.

 “Mmm, good bunny, come to me.” He stood and she lifted up a finger to stop him. “Crawl, bunny.”

 His eyes burned furiously, then he looked to the ground and back up to her, she spread her legs and he could see her lips under the skirt, slick with desire. He groaned and dropped to the ground, crawling to her slowly. She was crumbling inside, watching this domineering demon crawling across his own room to her, wearing blue, bunny ears and a bow tie. His chiseled shoulders bobbing and flexing every time he inched closer. She wanted to grab at her nipples, or rub at her clit, but she hesitated. Trying to hold up the image of a woman in full control. One thing for sure, she knew she was dripping her juices on the chair.

 He reached her and sat back on his feet, looking to her with his crimson eyes, waiting for her to tell him what to do. She was practically at her limit, unsure how much longer she could keep it up. She leaned forward to give him a deep kiss, he responded back by almost grabbing her head and pulling her into his kiss harder, but he stopped, putting his arms by his side, and kissing her back.

 “Good boy.” She was breathless now, leaning back she pulled up her skirt.  “Eat me bunny.”

 He smiled, he loved seeing her take charge, but he could hear her resolve cracking, and he knew it wouldn’t be long. He leaned forward touching her thighs so spread her further. She swatted his hands, “No bunny, just your mouth.” He growled; he was losing his patience. She shook her head, with all the energy she had to hold back.

  “Bad boy…” she put her heel on his thigh, he looked down and then back up at her with a defiant look. “You’re not behaving bunny.” She pulled her foot off him and stood up. “Shall I go?”

 “Wait, MC. I’ll do better.” He groaned, pressing his lips against her thighs, and kissing, licking circles across her thighs to the other thigh, then kissing and sucking. “Please” he whispered between kisses. She looked down to watch his length twitching and smiled, watching his eyes look up at her as he kissed her thighs gently suckling across her skin. She was desperate for those lips on her slit.

 She sat down on the edge of the chair and pulled his head to her mound, he growled slightly at the aggressive motion but settled his mouth between her legs licking and prodded at her slit with his warm tongue. Immediately MC was moaning like an animal in heat. Her entire body was slack against the chair, aside from the hand on his head holding him where the headband for the bunny ears was, pushing his face against her over and over as he lapped up all the juices that he could get out of her. His tongue and mouth latched to her clit and she was practically screaming. Her hips were grinding against his face and he was moaning into her, the vibrations of his lips sending her into a shaking mess.

 Aware that she was reaching her climax he nibbled at her clit slightly between sucking and licking it. Then Lapping up her slit. He continued these motions over and over again. She was barely forming words at this point and he knew it was time, he wanted to hear her scream. He focused hard on her clit and began flicking his wet tongue across her clit fast and hard, over, and over. Tremors took her body as she reached her climax. She was screaming his name and he didn’t let up on his pace, continuing to flick his tongue on her clit and her body jerked with every motion. She was begging him to stop now, and he laughed into her slit. He stopped, kissing her clit, and pulling his head back up.

 Standing up slowly, he leaned over her on the chair. She was desperately trying to catch her breath and he leaned in to kiss her. “May I?” He whispered, she could smell herself on his lips and she moaned, nodding. He kissed her hard, invading her mouth with his tongue as he wrapped his hand around the back of her head. His fingers laced through her hair and she moaned.  His lips left hers and he kissed down her neck, sucking and licking across her neck.

 “Oh please, just take me Luci. Take me how you want to.”  She begged, feeling desperate to have him inside her.

 “Mmmm, you did so good MC.” He kissed all across her collar, then scooped her up off the chair. She gasped, moaning slightly, and he threw her on the bed. “I want to tease you for what you did to me, but I simply can not wait any longer to fuck you.” He looked at her like she was his prey, and she pulled her skirt off quickly. He got on top of her, spreading her thighs for him and teasing his tip at the entrance. Leaning in, Lucifer kissed her slow and pushed himself in as slow as he kissed. His tongue teasing as he pumped in and out of her inch by inch. Her body was so desperate her hips tried to roll into him.

 “Please Luci, fuck me harder.” MC was begging him now, verbally, and physically.

 “I love to hear that begging.” He growled and slammed himself inside her fully, forcing a gasp from her lungs. Pulling out to the edge of her entranced, then slamming back in, he continued this forceful slow pace until she started moaning for him again. Then he leaned in closer, seating himself inside her fully, and began sucking and biting her neck. She wrapped her arms around him, feeling immense pleasure holding him against her as he fucked her senseless. His hips continued a hard thrust but got faster and faster as he heard her begin moaning his name. He was growling into her skin as he sucked and bit at her, leaving marks in his wake. The pace was now furious, the slapping sound was ringing through the room as he railed into her. His bed was slamming against the wall with a consistent beat to the sound of his intense strokes, and he felt like the moans she was making was the song with the beat.

 Wanting to make her scream, he leaned back, picking up her legs and putting them on his shoulders he watched her as she gripped at her nipples. Pushing her hand away, he rolled one of her nipples in his fingers and watched her face contort with pleasure. He knew she could tease herself, but the face she made when he did it for her was pure ecstasy. He growled, she was keeping up with his pace, and he was approaching his climax. He refused to cum before her second time. He pulled himself almost all the way out slow, then pushed back inside her slow. Pumping himself in and out, Lucifer reached down and began rubbing her clit. She gasped, writhing under him, her muscles tightening and gripping him hard. He let out a roar and started pumping inside her hard again, he licked his fingers and slid his wet slick fingers around her clit teasing her, then flicking his finger across it, back to teasing.

 She was begging again, and he was going to explode. He put pressure on his fingers and rubbed against her clit back and forth now, instead of the light flicking. She was mumbling moans under him and squeezing her nipples hard. Her muscles contracted on him and her juices came pouring out of her body as she shook through her orgasm. With relief Lucifer stuttered his movements and let himself release, grunting her name.

 Laying flat on her back, MC was trying to catch her breath when Lucifer pulled out, and within minutes he was back with a soft rag to clean her up, and he kisses her thighs softly as he wiped her down.

 “You looked so hot trying to control me, MC. I think I’d like to do that again sometime.” She propped up on her elbows smiling wide at him.

 “Sure bunny, anytime.” The smirk on her face made him growl playfully, he grabbed the ears off his head, which he’d forgotten were still there. Then removing the bow tie, he leaned over her kissing her hard, and pushed her under the covers.

 “Let’s get some sleep.”

[lovelucybradford]

I Pretend You’re Mine (5)

A/N: Back with the promised continuation chapter! 

Not sure if you’re interested, but when I was writing, in my head I pictured:

Betty White as Grandma Rose

Richard Madden as Levi

Peter Gallagher as Jason Martin

Scott Eastwood as Drew

Masterlist

Tags: @empath-bunny

@ityagirljay

@wolfarrowepz​

@supernatural-crazed-girl

Five: You Were Romeo (I Was a Scarlet Letter)

Day 1: Thursday, June 13th

7:00 pm- Welcome Cocktails in the Stardust Lounge, Deck 6

“Champagne, miss?” The formally dressed waiter offered a flute of sparkling wine, a raspberry garnish floating in the glass. Rosalie took it from his hands with no hesitation, sending the attendant a silent smile of thanks. She put the glass to her lips, then paused and looked up at Derek.

“Will people judge me if I chug this whole thing right now?” she voiced, loving the amused smile that lit up her partner’s face at the innocent question.

“I thought we didn’t care anymore what people thought of us,” Derek reminded her, though she knew that when he was referring to ‘we’, he really meant her. Derek never was one to care what people thought of him.

Rosalie weighed her options, then decided that her family judged her anyways so why not have a good time?

In order to get through this hellish night, she’d have to be tipsy. Best start now.

Without a word of affirmation, she forewent her instilled manners and chugged the glass down in one long sip. Rosalie wasn’t normally a fan of champagne, unless it was Dom Perignon, which she realized made her sound like a total snob. It was the one thing that she’d inherited from her father, her expensive taste in food and drink. It seemed by the familiar, rich, and delicious taste of the bubbly that the cruise ship staff had only provided the very best for their VIP guests.

Rosalie searched for a place to set her glass, finding a nearby unoccupied table and gently depositing it there. She, quite literally, couldn’t afford to even chip one of the crystal goblets.  She stumbled back to Derek, who was waiting for her with an open arm.

“You ready for this?” he whispered in her ear, his breath hot on her neck. It caused unvoluntary goosebumps to crawl up her arms, which she prayed he didn’t notice.

Was she ready?

A part of her never would be. She’d purposely left this part of her life behind, knowing all too well how toxic it was for her mental health. But Rosalie knew if she backed out now, then the family would know that they finally got to her. They would think that she was still strung up and heartbroken about Drew, or jealous of her stepsister for getting the diamond that was meant for Rosalie.

And sure, she had been… once upon a time.

Moving back to Beacon Hills, reconnecting with normal people, people she loved more than her own blood relatives… it had put everything into perspective for her again.

Rosalie could once again be herself, be that strong woman that Talia Hale had raised to be when Rosalie’s own mother had fallen short. The strong, kind, generous, goofy, compassionate, empathetic woman with a mind of her own and a head on her shoulders. Not the ice queen, the submissive and serious woman that her father had tried to warp her into.

And for that, Rose was forever thankful.

She was different now, but exactly the same. And this version of her, with her closest confidantes by her side, wouldn’t cower in a corner.

Rosalie held her head high, meeting Derek’s gaze with a confident look in her blue eyes.

“Yes,” she declared, feeling her confidence rise.

“Good.”

“Lead the way, Prince Charming.”

Derek snorted and shook his head at the nickname, but complied and escorted Rosalie further into the room. She searched for a friendly face among the crowd. Normally, she’d be able to find Lydia by her head of bright red hair, but nearly half of the people in the room had some shade of red hair.

Thankfully, Rosalie didn’t have to look all that hard, as Charlotte came bounding up to her aunt, screaming, “Auntie Rosie! Uncle Derek!”

And suddenly, as the child wrapped her arms around one of Derek’s legs and one of Rosalie’s, all of the attention in the room shifted to the couple.

“Is that Rosalie?” her cousin Noah commented to the man next to him.

“Who the hell is that with her? Because dayum, I’d like to tap that ass,” Noah’s twin, Nick, said back.

“That has to be her friend,” Uncle Alex said to his wife, his lips around a glass of Scotch.

“Not with the way he’s holding her. Besides, did you hear her niece call him Uncle? How she managed that is beyond me,” Aunt Sarah replied, looking Rose’s companion up and down with hungry eyes.

Rosalie ignored all the talk, even though it seemed as if the crowd wasn’t even attempting to be discreet in their conversations.

She reached down to pat Charlotte’s blonde head. “Hey, honey! I missed you!”

Derek ruffled Charlotte’s curls playfully, to which the little girl pretended to be angry with him. But Rosalie could see the smile that she was hiding as Charlotte clutched the adults’ legs even harder.

“All right, all right, Charlie. Let’s let Auntie Rosalie and Uncle Derek breathe, yeah?” Rosalie’s brother, Levi, broke through the crowd, detaching his daughter from the couple and telling her to go on and play with her cousins.

As soon as the little girl was out of sight, Levi enveloping his sister in a hug. Derek held out his hand for a friendly shake, but Levi pulled him into an embrace as well, the two men patting each other fondly on the back.

“I’m digging the beard,” Derek approved, gesturing to Levi’s newly grown beard while rubbing his own.

“What can I say? I was inspired by yours. Although I have to say, mine looks a little better. Y’know, because it’s still all one color,” Levi joked, comparing his solid red scruff to Derek’s salt-and-pepper look.

Rosalie elbowed Derek in the side teasingly. “Yeah, you old man!”

Derek raised one brow and stepped away from Rosalie, crossing his arms. “Oh sure, call me old man one more time.”

Rosalie beamed up at him, wagging her own brows. “What would you rather me call you? Sugar daddy?”

With one fell swoop, Derek was pressed against her, fingers tickling the small expanse of visible skin on her waist. Rose squealed with laughter, trying in vain to pull away from him and begging for mercy.

Levi cleared his throat loudly, causing the couple to separate. Rosalie’s cheeks burned red at the embarrassing scene that she had been a part of. Surely her brother would tease her about it.

Instead, Levi looked a bit pissed.

“So, I guess my daughter didn’t dream up your engagement, then. This,” Levi gestured to Rosalie and Derek, “is really happening?”

Derek shifted his weight on both feet. Rosalie bit her lip and looked to the floor guiltily. She loved her brother. She really did. But she knew that Levi had loose lips, and he’d surely have one too many and (unintentionally) let slip the whole ruse. That, and Rose couldn’t take the disappointment from him.

“It’s about fucking time,” Levi added, sounding a lot more jovial. Rosalie’s and Derek’s heads shot up instantly, shocked at his comment.

Levi slapped Derek on the shoulder. “Bro, I am so glad you didn’t listen to me.”

“What’s he talking about?” Rosalie interrogated Derek.

Derek scratched the back of his neck and turned his head towards the large window next to them. Before he could explain, Jess, Levi’s wife, snaked her arms around her husband’s waist, resting her chin on his shoulder. “Lee was telling me all about how he’d threatened Derek with his guns if he even put his hands on you.”

Rosalie’s jaw dropped. Derek stayed unusually silent. “You gave Der the boyfriend talk?! When was this, big brother?”

Levi raised both hands in surrender. “In my defense, Derek was a horny college kid back then, and I was only trying to protect my little sister. You know the, um, milestones that come with prom night.”

The tapping of a mic interrupted their conversation, which Rosalie was thankful for since she was at a loss for words.

She’d remembered that night in question, fondly. It was the night that she’d realized that she’d had feelings for Derek. Rosalie’s then-boyfriend, Ryan, had dumped her a week before prom for another, more sexy, more experienced, girl. Rosalie was heartbroken, and had sworn off prom, until Derek had shown up on her doorstep in a suit with a pink corsage and a sparkling silver tiara.

She’d laughed, of course, at the reference to the childhood nickname. Then, she’d excitedly rushed upstairs to ready herself, leaving Derek at the mercy of one Levi Martin. Levi Martin, who had, apparently, threatened to cut off Derek’s balls and feed them to the family dog if he had even touched his baby sister in an inappropriate way.

(Levi was always… poetic when it came to his threats.)

Rosalie had hoped, prayed, that as Derek had driven her home in his black Camaro, that he would kiss her, to put a fairytale ending on a perfect night. Sure, he’d kissed her when he dropped her off at her front door… on the cheek, like a brother, or a best friend, might.

Rosalie had dreamt about that night for years afterwards, of what it would be like if he had actually kissed her.

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“I’m sorry, Grandma Rose. I have to go rescue my fiancé from your dear grandson.”

Rosalie stood from the table, feeling a rush in her head for a few seconds. She was definitely tipsier than she thought.

Once Rose got her bearings, she strutted, barefoot, to Derek, who looked highly uncomfortable. With every inch that Nick advanced on Derek, the man backed a considerable distance away.

“Has anyone ever told you that you have an amazing ass?” Rosalie heard Nick flirt from paces away. The way that Nick was looking at Derek, the way that he was blatantly hitting on the man when Nick knew that Derek was taken, it unsettled something in Rosalie. Her vision turned red as she approached the two from behind, wrapping an arm around Derek’s waist.

“Hi Nick. Sorry, this amazing ass is mine.” Rosalie didn’t know what she was saying, didn’t really think through what she was doing. All she knew was that she was grabbing Derek’s right butt cheek with her hand, smiling smugly as Nick’s eyes widened.

Derek waited until Rose’s cousin scurried away before stiffly asking, “Rosalie, why are you grabbing my ass?”

Rosalie let go of Derek immediately, feeling as if she’d spontaneously combust in mortification. “I am, so, so sorry. I just kind of… he was ogling you and it made me mad. Like you’re gorgeous but you’re more than just a pretty face and an incredible ass.” Rosalie’s eyes widened at her word vomit, and now she definitely wanted to throw herself from the nearest balcony and test her drunken theory that she was secretly a mermaid.

“I… I need a drink.”

Derek turned to face her, a hint of a forming chuckle on his lips. “I think you’ve had enough of those, babe.”

Rosalie wished that she could slink away. She wished that someone would hit her in the head, and she’d wake up with amnesia. Maybe she could change her name and move to Antarctica? Yeah, that would be good.

Derek rolled his eyes, grabbing his best friend by the elbow and latching her hand back onto his arm. “I’m not mad at you, Rosalie. Feel free to grab my ass anytime if it makes you feel better.”

Rosalie tried to scowl, but the frown was turning upward with every second. “I hate you so much.”

Derek escorted the two back to Rosalie’s table, where Grandma Rose looked completely unimpressed with the whole shindig. Before they sat, he pulled Rose close and whispered, “I’ll let you grab my ass as long as I can grab yours.”

At that, he pulled out Rosalie’s chair and plopped her down, taking the one next to her. Rose was speechless. Did that actually come out of his mouth? Wait, did he actually want to grab her behind? Yep. Those were his words. Exactly.

Rose’s cheeks flushed a healthy shade of pink. Derek laughed at her slowly coloring face, to which she smacked him on the thigh under the table. Before she could remove her hand, Derek grabbed it and held it between the two of them.

“I always knew the two of you would end up together.” Grandma Rose said wistfully, looking at the couple with soft eyes.

You and everyone else, apparently. Everyone but Derek, Rosalie thought sadly, and tried to shove the painful pang in her heart.

“You know how I knew, Rosalie?” Grandma Rose shakily reached for her flute of champagne, taking a long sip. “I knew it when this one, this big, strong, handsome man,” the old woman reached for Derek’s free hand and patted it kindly, “punched my idiot son in the face at that party, after you got your master’s degree.”

Rosalie snickered at the memory. Jason and Derek had never gotten along. Jason thought Derek was ‘some jock who was too concerned with an unlikely career in basketball instead of his studies’. Derek thought Jason was a ‘pompous, cheating, scumbag, son of a bitch’. (Both quotes were their words exactly)

All of the building tension exploded when Jason had chosen to make a below-the-belt comparison between Rose and Ashleigh’s accomplishments. As if they weren’t celebrating Rosalie graduating from Columbia University, an ivy league, with a master’s degree, with the highest honors.

Derek had broken Jason’s nose. Jason had gotten a restraining order (his favorite defense tactic; it expired last year).

“I’m so sorry,” Derek told Rosalie’s grandmother, though he didn’t sound the least bit remorseful.

“Oh, sweetheart. It wasn’t like every sane person at that party wasn’t thinking the same thing. You were the only one brave enough to do it. Rose’s knight in shining armor.”

Derek’s face flushed red, a rare sight for a man with so much confidence.

“Rosalie, dear. I do have to warn you, Drew and Ashleigh are here.”

Rosalie sighed. She knew that they would be here. The pair had done a very good job at avoiding them; Rose wondered when they’d finally make it around her and Derek’s way. If Rose were lucky, maybe they’d just avoid her the whole trip. Only in her dreams…

“I know, Grandma. I—have you seen them yet?”

“Yes, I had the misfortune of running into both of them while yelling at your father for dragging his ninety-two-year-old mother on an extravagant trip. Do you know how long the plane flight was? Anyways, Drew called me ‘grandma’. You know what I told him, loves?”

Derek and Rosalie looked to each other, both knowing that it was probably something rude. Grandma Rose was Rosalie’s favorite relative, outside of her brother and Lydia. She was the most real of all of them. She spoke her mind and wasn’t afraid to let anyone know how she felt.

“I told him to go fuck himself.”

Derek choked on his glass of white wine. Rosalie smacked him on the back a few times, unable to hold in her shaking laughter.

“Yes, I told dear old Drew to go fuck himself. The only man that’s allowed to call me that is Derek. He doesn’t have his head up his ass. He sees how beautiful, wonderful, and deserving of love my real granddaughter is.”

All jokes aside, Grandma Rose’s words warmed Rosalie’s heart. At least one of the extended family members didn’t think she was a disgrace.

“Well, kids. Would you look at that? The pompous son of a bitch wants to go blab about himself. Someone should go tell him to shut up.”

Rosalie looked to the small stage at the front of the lounge. Sure enough, there was her father, Jason, dressed to the nines in a likely customized Hugo Boss suit, a pink Hibiscus sticking out of his breast pocket. Jason looked around at the crowd, clearing his throat to get the attention of his guests.

“Welcome, everyone! I’m so glad that you’re here and could join me on this fantastic excursion…”

Jason continued his schpeal and Rosalie tuned him out. He was likely talking about how great he was for paying for everyone’s accommodations, or how lucky they were to be spending time with him on this 1K-a-night cruise. Rosalie had heard it all before, multiple times, and she was sick of it, frankly.

What was it about rich people’s money that made them think that they were gods and should be treated as such?

Derek squeezed Rosalie’s hand hard, his nails digging into the back of her hand.

She looked to him in explanation, but he only nodded his head towards the stage.

Where Drew was shepherding Ashleigh up the steps, his hand resting on her backside.

“Yes, as I said, we have two exciting announcements that Evelyn and I could not wait to share with you tonight.”

 Jason looked fondly towards Ashleigh and Drew, who were now hobbling towards him. There were resounding gasps and excited squeals, but Rosalie could only focus on Drew.

Drew was still as handsome as the day that she had first met him. His blue eyes sparkled with confidence and charm. He’d grown a beard since Rosalie had seen him last, wafts of brown hair covering his strong jaw. He stood behind Ashleigh, his hands moving to rest on her stomach, and that’s when time stood still.

Because, under Drew’s lithe fingers, was a protruding bump. Rosalie, despite herself, couldn’t help the gasp that formed around her lips, nor the shaking of her hands.

Drew, when he was with her, had told Rosalie that he didn’t want kids. He’d had daddy issues too and didn’t want his offspring to grow up with a messed-up dad. Even though Rosalie desperately wanted a family, she was so in love with Drew that she’d put those dreams aside, for him.

Now, Drew stood proudly cradling his pregnant fiancée’s stomach as he spoke sweet nothings into her ear, looking thrilled to become a dad.

Derek squeezed Rosalie’s hand tightly, then removed it to wrap around her shoulders instead, nestling her into him. Derek’s lips brushed the top of Rose’s head, then her forehead.

“Fuck, Rosie. I’m so sorry. I… he didn’t deserve you. You’re better off without him. Do you want to go?” Derek whispered huskily in Rosalie’s ear, breaths coming out shallowly.

Rosalie didn’t need to feel the tenseness of his arm around her to know that he was pissed. She could tell just by the tone of his voice that he wanted to kill Drew.

Rosalie turned her head so that now her lips would be close to his ear. “I… I should have known. I—No, we need to stay. If I leave now, then Ashleigh and Evelyn will know that they’ve won, and I can’t let that happen.”

Rosalie rested her head on Derek’s shoulder, finding comfort in his embrace.

Someone kicked her leg under the table. Rosalie raised her head to look at Derek questioningly. His expression matched her own.

“Rosalie? Dear, are you here?” Jason called from the stage, his snake-like grey eyes checking the crowd for his daughter.

“She’s here, you pompous prick!” Grandma Rose yelled to her son, shoving Rosalie gently with a hand to her back. From a distance, Rosalie heard Stiles guffaw. She imagined that Lydia smacked him in the head while trying to control her own laughter.

Jason scowled, but ignored his mother, watching with a forced smile as his daughter and her ‘fiancé’ ascended the stairs. Derek had a tight hold around Rosalie, who had forgone her shoes in the shock of the moment. She leaned on him, both physically and metaphorically, for strength.

“Some more good news for my daughters. Somehow, someone managed to put a ring on my dear little Rosalie. Yes, it shocked us, too. Good on you, Derek!” Jason looked to Rosalie’s bare feet. “And it seems he doesn’t mind her habit for walking around barefoot. Welcome to the family, Derek Hale!”

Most of the crowd laughed, Evelyn and Ashleigh’s shrill merriment sticking out the most. Derek held Rosalie tighter. She bit the inside of her lip in an attempt to stay strong.

From Jason’s other side, Drew asked, “Wait. Isn’t that the guy who broke your nose?”

Derek rested his forehead on the side of Rose’s head, huffing into her ear “Yes. That was me. And if you don’t shut up, I’ll break your nose, too, you douche”.

That made her chuckle, and with his arms securely around her, Rose knew that she’d be alright as long as Derek was by her side.

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Happy Gajevy week bonus day everyone! We starting to kick things off with this awesome prompt! I can't promise I'll do all the prompts but at least I'll work my way to write for most of them! As always, thank you so much to @ranunculusfox for beta reading my fic :D you're awesome girl! thank you so much for all your hard work that has helped me improve so much ❤ Without further ado, enjoy this fic!

Bonus day prompt: Canon divergent

Word count: 1.9k (would you look at that?!)

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Why did I agree to this? Levy berated herself as she finally stopped to catch her breath. The stupid bunny ears fell into her sightline as she placed her hands on her knees gasping for some air.

She felt completely humiliated! She wasn’t even in the stupid bet between Team A and B so, why had she been dragged into the punishment game?

Levy had been patting Lucy’s shoulder, comforting her that her punishment wasn’t that bad, considering what Erza had to go through. But her hand stilled and a chill travelled down her spine the moment Gajeel stepped into the room with another bunny outfit in his hands. After lots of begging from Lucy, Levy had put on the stupid bunny suit and prepared to dance to Gajeel’s music along with her friend.

It could be worse, she mused when she was on the stage. No one in the audience seemed to care that the girls were not even synchronized in their dancing or that they had no clue on how to dance to Gajeel’s weird song. Everyone seemed too busy booing Gajeel and throwing things at him to make him shut up to notice his dancers.

She had laughed then. Gajeel definitely had an odd sense of music. But some part of her found it endearing to see the spark of excitement in his eyes minutes before performing. And the proud smirk on his face after one of his shows was something Levy secretly loved to witness.

Then, her mood dropped drastically as she looked to her best friend dancing in her bunny suit next to her. The stupid costume hugged her figure beautifully, and suddenly, all Levy could think was how good Lucy looked and how ridiculous she felt for wearing the same outfit. Levy couldn’t quell all her insecurities as they crawled up her skin. She looked down at herself, and though the bunny suit still hugged her body quite nicely, she couldn’t help but feel like a small child trying on her big sister’s clothes.

Embarrassment and frustration waged war in her heart, and she felt like crying angry tears for acting like a child. But the last thing she needed was to cry in front of an audience and Gajeel. She needed to get out. Now.

So, she ran. She ran as fast as her short legs and high heels would allow her to. She barely registered Gajeel’s gruff voice calling her or how his singing stopped the moment she stepped off the stage.

Magnolia passed in a blur to her as a mountain of thoughts flooded her mind. Truthfully, the reason she accepted to dance was to help Lucy, but something she realized as she had put on the outfit and looked at herself in the mirror was that she also wanted to impress Gajeel.

She wanted to show him how sexy she could be.

Cute and pretty were adjectives she was used to hear whenever someone complimented her. She had yet to hear someone say she was sexy or stunning. Those were words thrown around for other females in Fairy Tail but her. And she hadn’t realized how desperate she was to change that, at least with Gajeel.

She wanted more than anything to catch his eye.

But running away from the stage in tears was the furthest thing from what she wanted to do. She cursed herself. Her plan had been so stupid! She had been so stupid for even fathoming the idea that this could work! And now he would see her more like a pathetic child.

Angry tears pricked at the corner of her eyes but she refused to let them fall.

No, no more. No more humiliation. It’s been enough for one night.

“Oi! There ya are.”

Oh, great! she thought sardonically.

Gajeel’s thudding steps followed his gruff voice. Levy’s jaw clenched tightly. She took a deep breath to compose herself before straightening her back, still facing away from Gajeel.

“Ya know, I told ya before. It ain’t easy finding someone so small.” He barely contained his smirk.

Levy grounded her teeth. She hated that that phrase brought back so many memories of Tenrou Island. How she had yelled at him and ran away. How she had been attacked by Grimoire Heart. How he had come to her rescue and protected her from a fatal blow.

She hated how her heart sped up as memories flowed through her mind. She hated that he had inadvertently made her remember the exact moment when she realized she bore stronger feelings for the iron dragon slayer. Because at this point it was stupid to deny she had a massive crush on Gajeel.

“Then, stop following me, you jerk!” Levy whirled on him, wisps of blue hair lashing out with the movement and her face flushed with anger. She was frustrated at many things and she knew lashing out to Gajeel was not the solution to her emotional turmoil, but oh boy, how great it felt to release some steam.

Seemingly unbothered by her words, Gajeel removed his sunglasses and pocketed them. He was amused at her little outburst but did his best to hide it. “Why the hell did ya ran out like that, Shrimp?” He leaned into the wall next to him.

“It’s none of your business,” she huffed as she crossed her arms over her chest.

He scoffed but said nothing else. The silence stretched between them, leaving both uncomfortable with the situation. Levy finally sighed and her glare lessened in intensity.

“And what are you doing here, Gajeel?” Her tone was no longer of anger but of genuine curiosity.  “Don’t you have a show to get back to?” Levy’s anger was slowly dissipating leaving only embarrassment in its wake. She hugged herself and looked to the ground, unable to keep eye contact with the man before her.

Gajeel noticed her change of demeanour and frowned. He leaned away from the wall to stand right in front of her. “Yeah, but-” he shrugged, “-it ain’t fun without ya there, so…” His voice trailed off at the end of his sentence and now he was the one avoiding looking into her inquisitive eyes.

“Wha-?” Levy’s mind froze. Had he really s-say that out loud?! The way he looked away from her and the faintest blush that spread over his tan skin gave her the answer to her silent question. She wanted to laugh at how uncomfortable he looked by his confession, but she stifled her laughter.

Gajeel scratched the back of his head before sighing. “Look, ‘m sorry.” His eyes connected with hers and she could see the honesty of his apology.

“Huh?”

“Ya know-” he shrugged and stuffed his hands into his pockets, “-for dragging ya into the stupid bet. Just thought it’d be more fun with ya there.” He looked away again as heat started to crawl up his neck. It was quite a feat to look at Levy for more than a couple of seconds with her looking adorable with the pink blush dusting her cheeks and sexy as hell with the red bunny suit showing off all her mouth-watering curves. There was a simple reason Gajeel took his time to catch up with her and that was because he had enjoyed the view of her beautiful ass far too much. But looking at her being so upset and crestfallen once he reached her made the sweet words stumble from his mouth without mulling over the fact for too long.

With him looking so embarrassed about what he had just admitted, made Levy’s laugh burst out of her. Gajeel looked back at her with wide eyes before a frown pulled down his eyebrows. “The hell are ya laughing at, Shrimp?”

“I’m sorry, I just-” she took a deep breath, with one last giggle escaping her lips, “-thank you. For coming after me. And for cheering me up.” The smile she gave him was blinding and Gajeel’s heart did a funny thing in his chest from the simple gesture.

He cracked a smirk and ruffled her hair with his hand. “Don’t mention it, Shorty.”

His hand slid until he was cupping her cheek. Her hazel eyes locked with his red gaze. He swore he could see far more stars twinkling in her eyes than he had ever gazed into the night sky. She leaned into his hand with a sweet smile playing on her lips. Something stirred inside Gajeel when his eyes looked down at her soft lips. His instinct begged him to kiss her in that moment.

“Hey sweetheart, dance for us!”

“Yeah! Give us a show~”

Both Gajeel and Levy jumped back a step as if a spell had been lifted from them. They had been so close. Gajeel had been leaning down while still holding her cheek gently, and Levy had placed her hands over his chest to balance herself as she rose to her toes. But before their lips could meet halfway, the men on the street started catcalling Levy.

It took them a minute to pull themselves together, with their hearts racing a mile a minute and their cheeks completely covered by a furious blush. Gajeel was the first to whirl around and face the men on the street that kept shouting dirty words at Levy. He growled in warning and the men shut up immediately.

“She ain’t for show, you pervs! Now get the fuck outta here or I’ll beat ya’ll up!” He roared and the men scrambled quickly to get away from Gajeel’s sight. He huffed in annoyance with a scowl contorting his features. He had been so close to kissing Levy. Or had it been her that was close to kissing him? Dammit, my heart won’t calm down.

Laughter caught his attention and he looked back to see Levy giggling. His scowl relaxed into a soft smile just by looking at her.

“Should we go back to the guild, Gajeel?” She smiled.

He returned the gesture with a nod. “Yeah, let’s go.”

Gajeel shrugged off his jacket and wrapped it around Levy’s shoulders to shield her from the chill of the night that had already fallen over Magnolia’s streets. She smiled again as she accepted his jacket that dwarfed over her petite body.

“Thank you.”

Before the courage could leave him, he held her chin between his thumb and finger, placing a chaste, quick kiss to her rich lips. It was over far sooner than he would have wanted but he remained close enough to her face that her breath tickled his skin.

“Don’t mention it, Shrimp,” he whispered. Her smile was dazzling and he found his lips tilting up in a gentle smile.

Then, a feral grin spread over his face and before Levy could process it all, Gajeel had stooped down and thrown her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes with a surprised squeak escaping her lips.

“What are you doing Gajeel Redfox?! Put me down!” she shrieked but laughter bubbled up her chest as her tiny fists pummelled on his broad back. Her plea was only met by his low chuckle.

“What? I’m just taking ya back to the guild, Shorty. Gihi!” She couldn’t see his face but could clearly hear his charming smirk on his voice.

It was just a bonus that Gajeel had the best view of Levy’s perfect ass as he carried her back to the guild.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading :) Let me know what you think about this. In case it wasn't that clear, this is placed after the GMG tournament during the punishment game between Team A and B where Levy is forced to dance in a bunny suit along with Lucy to Gajeel's song haha I just gave it my own little twist.

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