#levi's voice is the sexiest ever

[thevelria]

Just wondering what do you guys prefer, when watching an anime...ENG dub or JPN one?

I happened to realize just today that I've never ever watched a single second from Attack on Titan with ENG dub...so I gave it a try. But I have to say nope...Eren's and Levi's voice is undeniably hotter when they speak japanese *-*

[amywritesthings]

press four for more options. | part two.

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Pairing: levi ackerman x f!reader (attack on titan / shingeki no kyojin) Word Count: 3.5k Summary: After seeing your ex with his new girl at a work party, you take the not-so-smart advice from a friend to call a sex hotline to get over him. Your match? A baritone bossy dom named Levi.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI - smut, alternate universe (modern), sex work, phone sex, dirty talk, dom!levi, light dom/sub, guided masturbation, pet names, nipple play, overstimulation, multiple orgasms Credits: dividers by @saradika-graphics

part one. / part three. | masterlist

2-5-1-2.

It’s an easy enough combination to remember, being Christmas Day and all.

Pressing 2, 5, and 1 is easy. The final '2' makes you second guess yourself.

You’re not sure why you’re panicking. He’ll pick up.

(It’s literally his job, idiot.)

Fuck it.

Your index finger hits the '2' and the hashtag to finalize the combination.

When you hear the line go dead, you tense every muscle in your body.

No breathing.

No blinking.

Just waiting for that silky, sultry siren song to come over and confirm your bias that it’s the single sexiest voice you’ve ever heard.

—but it’s that automated lady you tried to bypass from the menu.

“Please enter your credit card number, followed by the expiration date—”

“Oh, Goddamn it,” you groan, shouldering the phone to shuffle your purse around.

Eventually after some digging, you find your card before she can continue a second loop of her payment spiel. 

You can’t believe you’re legitimately putting your credit card information out there for anyone to steal.

Yet, if Annie’s been doing this for ages, then it ought to be safe.

Right?

After typing in the necessary numbers and confirming they’re correct, you’re so out of your own head that you don’t even realize the line switches from slight static to smooth nothingness.

“So you finally called back.”

“Shit!”

The buttery smooth greeting — or lack thereof — makes you nearly drop your phone.

You gasp and manage to catch the device just in time to hear a chuckle, graveled and low, on the other end.

“And just as jittery as last night.”

“Levi,” you greet breathlessly, straightening your outfit like he can actually see it.

You swear you hear a smile in his voice.

“Hey, baby.”

Oh sweet Jesus.

“Or do you prefer it when I call you Scarlet?”

You prefer literally anything he’ll give you, is what you want to say back, but you don’t want to automatically appear as though you’re ready to be walked like a dog at minute one.

“I’m… fine with ‘baby’,” you confess after a beat, focusing on the swirl of the marble counter below you just to dissociate to his voice.

“Thought so,” he arrogantly states before making this grunting noise, like he’s rolling his body in a chair to get more comfortable. “Are we talking again?"

"Is that alright?"

"You know it is." Levi's voice lifts, softer now. "And how's your Saturday so far?”

“Very mundane and super lackluster,” you admit. “I’m sure you’ve had a much more interesting day than me.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” he replies without skipping a beat.

“No?” you ask with a smirk. “I’d say getting people off with the sound of your voice makes for a pretty interesting job.”

“Who said it’s only just my voice?”

Son of a bitch.

The phone shifts from your right shoulder to your left.

“It isn’t?”

He makes a noncommittal hum, and it runs straight to your core. “That's confidential, sweet Scarlet."

"Boo," you joke. "You're no fun."

"You haven't seen me at my fun yet," he corrects. "Speaking of fun: how are you not hungover?"

“The power of heavy tylenol and H2O? Which... I have to apologize that."

"For what?"

"Uh, I pretty much poured my heart and soul out to you last night.”

He chuckles. "I didn't mind it. Feeling any better about that situation?”

“I haven’t really thought about it since last night, so you’re already a miracle worker.”

"Oh?"

"Yeah, no joke."

“Huh." He clicks his tongue. "And what have you been thinking about?”

You say it without realizing you’ve said it out loud:

“You.”

Both ends of the phone go silent.

Your eyes widen, wanting nothing more than to take a pan out of one of the cabinets to bash your head in with anguish. 

“In, like, an interested sense.”

Shit, that isn’t much better.

“An… interested sense,” he repeats, slower this time. His vowels dip deep.

“Oh no,” you bemoan. “Okay. Let me restart: I mean it in like a — you were on my mind? Today, sort of way. So I called.”

“...uh-huh.”

“Because the call ended so quickly!” you add. “I didn’t think it was going to end so abruptly at the fifteen minute mark, but I wasn’t done talking to you, so I called again.”

“You’re shit at asserting yourself, aren’t you?”

His words make you blink twice.

“Huh?”

“You don’t like making decisions or having to explain things,” he replies without judgment. “You think if you want something, then it makes you selfish.”

Ouch.

“Well, when you put it like that,” you reply in a bitter, yet lifted tone of surprise. 

You hear a noise on the other end. A ‘tch’ if you can make it out.

“Sorry," he apologizes. "Too far?’

“No! Too real,” you admit with a small laugh. “And I’m sure you don’t want to play analyst-therapist tonight, so.”

“I’m here to do anything you want,” he reminds, syrup-y sweet. 

“Anything?”

“Mostly anything,” he adds, and there’s a tiny chuckle bubbling between the words that makes your heart flutter. “Can’t hold a tune worth a damn and I don’t know how to speak some languages, so there are limitations.”

You laugh despite yourself, feeling your stress melt.

Then—

A small groan, like his head's tilting backwards. “Damn, I like hearing that.”

You turn away from your kitchen counter, subconsciously padding to your bedroom. “Hearing what?”

“Your laugh,” he explains. “It’s sweet.”

“Sweet?”

“Very.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” you say, rolling your eyes playfully.

Dark hair. Gray-ish blue eyes. Sharp nose. High cheekbones.

Fit.

When your eyes flicker to your own bed, you try to picture a version of him waiting there.

He could be leaning back on his elbow, button-down shirt splayed open like a newly-peeled present.

Maybe his legs are parted.

Maybe he stares at you like you’re all he could ever want.

His voice cuts through the fantasy, causing your breath to catch.

“What do you want, baby?”

Then it drops an octave lower.

“...c’mon, be selfish for once.”

For once.

Like he can read your soul through a damn cell phone.

But Levi is right — your entire short-lived relationship with Porco and just about any other man before him has been through a small lens. Fitting in the middle seat just to never make any noise. To bend with the curve rather than against it to create your own path.

It’s just a sex hotline, but for some reason, his words resonate.

Be selfish.

Wasn’t that the point of calling in the first place?

“Anything?” you repeat a second time, much softer.

Levi shuffles on the other line then exhales like he’s getting comfortable.

“What do you need?” he asks, tone low and words slower. 

Purposeful. 

“What do you want?”

You close your eyes, drawing in a slow, steady inhale.

Are you seriously doing this?

No more overthinking.

“Should I... get comfortable?” you ask, too afraid to say what it is that you want.

What you’re about to do.

“Mm, you near a couch or a bed?”

“A bed.”

“Don’t get on it yet,” he orders, “but walk towards it. Bend over it.”

Jesus Christ.

“Bend over it?” you ask with a shaky breath of disbelief.

“Yeah,” he confirms. “You’re home from a long day. I’m home from a long day. All you’ve wanted all day is to have someone tell you what to do, right?”

As much as your face feels like it's on fire, you slowly walk to your bed and put the phone down between your splayed palms.

You press the speaker option to ‘on’, and feel a wave of arousal hit your gut when you hear him sigh through the phone.

“I thought you said you wanted me to be selfish,” you remind, bending over your bed.

“You’re allowing me to take charge,” he retorts with little hesitation. “You’re letting me take care of you the way you always should’ve been taken care of. Your ex-boyfriend has no fucking clue what he’s missed out on.”

You exhale, trying to keep it together.

“Levi—”

“I’m right here, baby,” he huskily promises. “Right here. Not leaving you.”

You feel ridiculous.

You’re so turned on it’s almost laughable.

“You ready to let me take control?” he eventually asks, and you nod like he can see you.

“Yeah, I’m— I think so.”

“I like using a red-yellow-green light system,” Levi hums. “Red’s a hard stop. Yellow is negotiating, a slow down to check in. Green means you’re in.” He pauses, and you lean down closer to your phone, bending further. “Color?”

Even on speaker, his voice rips straight through you.

“Green,” you decide, blurting before your brain can catch up.

“Good girl.”

You’re not going to survive this.

“Are your lights off?”

“Yes.”

“Good,” he decides. “I want you to crawl slowly onto the bed now. Can you do that for me?” 

Your hand slides obediently, passing over the phone as you begin to rest one knee on the mattress. It dips with give. 

“All the way up to your pillows, then you can lay on your back — but keep your eyes closed.”

“Okay.”

Eventually you drag your phone with you as you crawl to the headboard of your bed, only to then slowly turn around and drop to your back.

“Are your eyes closed?”

With the phone speaker right at your ear, it almost lends itself to the fantasy of him hovering above you.

His lips dip at the edge of your ear, the static lost to you.

“Yes,” you exhale, relaxing into the bed.

“Good. You’re doing so good for me already, and we’ve barely started.” He pauses, shifting once more. “What’re you wearing, baby?”

“Something so not sexy,” you joke, and it earns a breathy laugh from him.

“Bet you can make anything sexy,” he tells you, and it shoots straight to your lower belly.

“How would you know?” you ask, your hand already reaches for the hem of your shirt. “You’ve never even seen me.”

“No, but I hear you, and it’s fucking delicious.”

Your breath hitches, and you can hear it; the smile in his voice.

“Take everything off, except your underwear.”

“Bra, too?”

“Only if you’re comfortable,” he tells you, and it’s much less breathy. It’s certain, like he wants to check in — make sure you’re just as into it as he sounds. “Would you rather I help you take that off?”

Your brain blanks.

Slowly you push your jeans off first, kicking them to some unknown corner.

Then you rise, ripping your t-shirt off of your body, until you’re sitting in your mismatched bra and panties.

“How would you take it off of me?” you boldly ask, though you can’t quite get rid of the shake of anticipation in your voice.

“Fuck, I’d love to,” he grunts, and your face burns. “I’d be so busy pressing small, slow kisses to your neck. Reach up and touch your neck for me. Feel how I’d kiss it.”

You do.

As surprised as anyone else, you reach up and press your fingers against small parts of your neck, earning him a tiny gasp and noise of want.

“Dragging down to your throat.”

You press two gentle fingers to your skin again, following his path, before slamming your thighs together to try and relieve the heat between your legs.

“My finger would just… slip, right under the right strap of your bra.”

Your fingers dance across your collarbone, slipping your middle finger just under the delicate strap to mirror.

With your eyes closed, the motions lend to an almost out-of-body experience.

Like your hand trailing down your body isn’t yours; it’s his.

You’re his, right now.

“Is this okay?” he whispers, and you nods furiously.

“Very.”

“Good. Let me pull the other one down. I wanna see how pretty my girl is.”

The praises, the way he so easily speaks this way, has you all sorts of flustered.

Slowly you raise your other hand to pull down the strap, and whimper when you tug down as far as you can.

Your breasts spill out over the cup, allowing your hardened nipples to greet the night air.

“Can I touch you?”

The words almost make you open your eyes, as if you’ll see this mystery man hovering over you.

You know he's not here.

You wish he were right here.

“Yes.”

“How do you like to be touched, baby? Show me.”

“Levi,” you whine, allowing your shaky hands to run along your breasts.

You’re afraid, you’re exhilarated, but when you finally pinch the little buds and roll them between your fingers, you’re too far gone to care.

“Fuck—”

“Feels good, huh?” Levi’s own breathy voice interrupts your curse. “You look so beautiful like this. Letting me play with you— God, I could do this for hours—”

“Want you to.”

You don’t even recognize your own breathy tone. 

Hell, you only hear him.

You only feel him.

“Need more,” you pant, and he hums with amusement.

“No,” he replies, “think I’m gonna play with you a little more right here for now.”

You accidentally pinch your nipples, harder, like he’s teaching you a lesson.

“Levi.”

“What, is my girl getting impatient?”

His girl.

You don’t even know him, but you’d sure as hell like to be.

(How easy is it, for you to fall so fast from your judgmental high horse when Annie first slipped you this number — only for you to be moaning on your bed, hands groping and kneading your breasts, for a man you didn’t know?)

“Y-You said,” you stammer, “to be selfish, and I want—”

“Shh, I’m gonna take good care of you, okay?” Levi interrupts on the other end. “But you have to do something for me, too.”

“What is it?”

“I don’t want you holding back on me. No shyness. No second guesses. I want you, I want to hear what I do to you. Is that understood?”

You can’t take it.

Your one hand leaves your chest to skim down to your belly, unable to wait any longer.

“I want you to touch me,” you hiccup.

“Yeah?”

His voice wavers in the response before it strengthens. Demands.

“I want those panties gone first. Take them off and spread your knees. Feet flat on the bed.”

No need to be told twice; you hastily pull your panties down your hips, your knees, until they pool at one of your ankles.

Your knees knock together before spreading, and you squeeze your eyes shut.

“I want to touch you, too, baby.” Levi swallows, coating his throat. “How wet are you for me?”

Fingertips run past your lower belly to touch the apex of your thighs, gasping with surprise and relief when you feel that familiar electricity.

“Really fucking wet,” you admit.

The groan he emits is delicious. “Fuck.”

For a moment, you feel completely out of your depth. 

This is meant to be a sex hotline, but there are lines blurred in your mind. Something about the sheer image of him leaning back into his chair, fucking a fistful of his cock while he has a phone operator headset against his ear, only turns you on that much more.

“If we had time, I’d spend all night memorizing what you taste like. What you feel like. How you let go — for me, only for me.”

“Only for you,” you promise, unable to stop yourself from drawing circles over your clit.

You moan, head bent back against your pillow.

“Fuck, you’re touching yourself, aren’t you?” he asks, and his voice seems less controlled now. It’s got a hint of raggedness, and it only quickens your pace. “You feel amazing, you know that? Such a pretty pussy, all spread and wet for me—”

“Shit, Jesus, Levi,” you gasp, knowing that you’re not going to last long.  You’re too wound up from the night before. “If you keep talking like that—”

“What, are you gonna come for me?” Amusement tickles the question. “Oh, you can come for me, baby, but I’m gonna need at least two from you tonight.”

Your fingers press a little harder to your clit, and you keen. 

“Wh– At least?”

“As if I’d ever be satisfied with only one,” he murmurs. “No, I wanna watch you come apart. Feel it on my fingers with those cute little contrac—”

That’s it.

You moan louder than you expected, the taut bowstring suddenly snapped in half. 

You arch off the bed, relentlessly rubbing your fingers against your body to ride out the insane orgasm that you — that Levi has given you.

Even if you’re blissed out, you hear it on the receiving end:

“That’s it. That’s my girl. Fuck, you sound amazing. I know it’s gonna be tough, but keep going for me, okay? Don’t stop.”

“It’s sen– ha, sensitive!” you whimper, wanting to stop your hand.

“Mm-mm, you said you’d be good. Be selfish, baby. Give me two.”

“But Levi!”

Everything is on overdrive.

Your hand; your body; your mind.

You imagine he’s hovering over you, working you with his hand with a near-sadistic relentlessness.

As you battle your own refractory period, your toes curl, teeth clenched.

You want to be good.

You want to be so good.

And somewhere in that overwhelming intensity, you feel it: the ebb and flow of pleasure returning, crawling through your veins and forcing you to not give up.

To give this to him.

Then you hear it: panting.

As if he’s getting off to this himself. Your eyes snap open, wide, to an empty room. 

When your cheek turns to the phone, you confirm that’s what you hear:

Ragged breaths, albeit softly, with added grunts of control. 

Like he’s holding back.

Something about that image of him in a chair, his hand relentlessly pumping his cock in time with your hand, your whimpers and moans, does damage.

“I need— mm— want— please.”

“I’m right here, baby,” Levi promises, though his voice is weaker. You can even hear him swallow again. “Right fucking here, wanna hear you cum so bad.”

Maybe you really were pent up enough for two, because soon you’re slipping — falling — into that blissful nothingness while your body clenches on itself, clit fluttering from a second release.

It’s less intense, but that doesn’t make it any less good.

Everything throbs in your body as you come down, panting, with a slight sheen of sweat on your skin.

You turn to your phone, totally gone in the bliss of the aftermath.

Levi has grown silent as well; only light puffs of air come through the speaker now.

“Feeling better?” Levi asks with a hint of pride in his voice.

“Shut up,” you answer with a gentle laugh of your own. “I’m… shit. I guess that’s why they pay you the big bucks.”

That statement gets Levi to laugh, and your heart feels twice as full.

“That’s one way of pillow talk, I guess.”

The man pauses.

“Are you alright?”

As if he’s truly concerned, worried about your wellbeing.

You don’t allow yourself to fall for it, not completely.

This is his job — even if it felt so real, in the moment.

“Much better,” you promise, smiling to yourself.

“Happy to help,” he hums, his voice returning to that stormy swirl of seduction and softness.

The sobering reality of an empty bedroom should deter you, but all you can do is smile.

(When is the last time you genuinely felt giddy? Excited? Satisfied?)

“Hey, Levi,” you murmur eventually, slowly sitting up to unhook your bra and toss it away. No need to keep it on.

“Yeah, baby?”

You’ll never get over the way he sounds when he calls you that.

It’s permanently stuck to your frontal lobe, obscuring any other logic or reality.

“Am I still allowed to call?”

“Allowed?”

“Yeah, even though we…”

“What, you think you get one experience and your membership is up?”

Levi chuckles, shifting in his seat — or bed — or wherever he is.

“You can call me anytime you want.”

“Any?”

“Between company hours, yeah.”

“Even to talk?”

“Of course,” he answers, softer this time. “Always to talk. Go get some rest.”

“Mm,” you mumble, turning on your side as exhaustion takes over. “I will, but only because I want to and I’m being selfish.”

It surprises you to hear him laugh again, but it’s louder now.

More prominent. 

As if he genuinely enjoyed your joke.

Get your head out of the clouds, girl, is what you want to say to yourself, but you can’t be bothered to care.

“Good. You earned it.”

A noise emits from your tired throat to acknowledge him, too sleepy to formulate a real sentence.

Then his voice drops to a whisper, for your ears and your ears alone.

“Goodnight, baby.”

You press the ‘end call’ button and fall into the deepest sleep you’ve had all year.

.

Author's Note:

Thank you for reading part two of P4! This is insane. I still cannot believe the feedback I got in part one. Seriously, you all made my June. I hope this next part has satisfied your curiosity of how Levi would be a hotline operator.

Thank you for likes, and even more love to those who choose to reblog this to help spread the word of this series or reply in the comments. ilu xo

[russic]

Levi Ackermann Boyfriend Headcanons

Warning: 18+ Below Cut 

(Alright, this is the moment you’ve all been waiting for.) 

SFW

Levi is incredibly sweet, but extremely independent. 

Levi isn’t talkative, but he’s attentive. When you’re speaking to him, he’s listening to every word you say. 

Everyone praises you for loving a man who is deemed as “terrifying” and “untouchable.” 

You can’t help but chuckle when people ask, “Do you need help?” Politely, you remind others that Levi would give you the world. He would never hurt you. 

Does not enjoy PDA. Levi refuses to kiss you in public. However, he will link your arms together and hold your hand.

In private, Levi cannot keep his hands off of you. He adores every inch of your body. 

If Levi is upset, he places his hand on your thigh and squeezes. Touching you calms his nerves. 

EVERYTHING in Levi’s closet is black or white. Occasionally, a red or grey shirt will appear. However, barely any colors are ever prevalent. 

On a shopping trip with Hange, you bought Levi a forest green button up for work. Once you showed Levi the shirt, he scoffed. However (after washing it), Levi wore it to work the next day. He didn’t want to hurt your feelings. 

Owns a ton of blazers, trench coats, and scarves. 

If you’re in need of a coat or sweater, Levi will give you his. If you try to wear your own, Levi won’t let you. 

“Put that back, you’re wearing mine.” 

LEVI’S JAWLINE is stunning. 

As Levi is completing his paperwork, you’ll study his facial features. He’s a gorgeous man that possesses extraordinary eyes and a remarkable jawline. 

Before kissing him, you’ll trace your hands along his neck and jawline. 

If ANYONE disrespects you, they will fear for their life. If Levi sees you crying, he won’t hesitate to hurt someone. 

“Who was it?” 

If you’re insulting someone, Levi joins in. 

“You’re going to let some asswipe that looks like a horse insult you?” 

Wants to hear the gossip occurring within your friend group. 

Constantly is keeping you “out of harm’s way.” Levi fears anything happening to you. He can’t imagine a life without you. 

Your home is SPOTLESS. The laundry is folded. Tables are disinfected. Drawers are organized. Shelves are dusted. Levi refuses to live in filth. 

His reasoning: “You deserve to live better than I was forced to.” 

Listens to piano and violin music. Levi will grab your hand and slow dance with you in the kitchen as the soft music plays in the background. 

Doesn’t enjoy taking photos. Levi only takes photos with you because you ask politely. 

“Levi, a smile would be nice.” 

“I’ll think about it.” 

Each year for Levi’s birthday, you’ll try to make his special tea and his favorite meal (a grilled chicken salad with fresh vegetables). You’ll make a delicious salad, but you’ll never make his tea correctly. 

However, you’re unaware that you make his tea incorrectly. Levi always drinks the tea you make him, even if it’s disgusting. 

Enjoys watching you do anything you love. Levi would give ANYTHING to see a smile on your face. 

Will admit, “I don’t understand you.” He claims, “you smile at me too much.” 

Throughout Levi’s entire life, people looked at him in fear or disgust. Each time you look into his eyes, pure love and adoration is shown. He acknowledges that the look of love embedded within your eyes is something he will never get used to. To him, he doesn’t deserve someone as perfect as you. 

Has the sexiest MORNING VOICE you’ve ever heard. When Levi wakes up, you’ll try to talk to him. 

He always answers, “What do you want, brat?” 

Has intense nightmares you need to wake him from. Levi breathes heavily, thrashes, shivers, and sweats in his sleep. When you wake up him, he gasps and reaches for you. You’re the closest thing to peace in his life. 

“Promise me you won’t leave.”

NSFW 

If you thought Levi was sweet, think again. 

Levi Ackermann is a DEMON in the bedroom. 

(Let us address the obvious) BRATTAMING KINK. If you do anything devious, Levi’s always willing to wipe the smile off of your face by shoving himself down your throat until your eyes are watering and your face is turning blue. 

“Just wait until we get home, brat. I’ll fuck the attitude right out of you.” 

If you notice Levi is TOO engrossed in his work, you’ll purposely bother him. You will use his thigh or his hand to fulfill your every desire. Levi’s attention switches between his important paperwork and the overwhelming desire twisting on your face.

Levi isn’t very vocal; however, he encourages you to be. 

“Scream my name. Remind everyone who is the man that fucks you until you can’t walk.” 

You know what is coming if you don’t wear a bra: 

As you were cooking breakfast, Levi couldn’t help himself. He wrapped his hands around your waist and ripped open his white button down you wore in the mornings. Before you could comprehend the situation, you were placed on the counter where he latched his mouth onto your breast. 

OFFICE HEAD... Levi’s greatest pleasure is you sucking his dick under his desk

“Be a good girl and swallow every last drop.” 

Office head applies to you as well:

Just last week you accepted a huge business deal that will greatly benefit your company. Staring into the meeting room, Levi watched your figure as you carried yourself gracefully, professionally, and knowledgably. As soon as the man left, Levi decided to deliver your lunch. However, you weren’t the one eating; he was. 

Makes you to suck his fingers before he forces them into your body. 

Loves utilizing toys in the bedroom. Levi believes sex toys enhance the experience; they do not take anything away. His favorite toys include: handcuffs, whips, vibrators, anal plugs, and blindfolds. 

OBSESSED with tying your hands together with his belt and blindfolding you. When you’re forced into this position, he knows you’re at his mercy. 

You distinctly remember the feeling of an ice cube trailing a path down your body, until it was shoved inside of the place you needed it the most. 

Levi cannot help but wear a shit-eating grin as several gasps, moans, and pleads leave your kissable lips. To him- there is nothing better than seeing your body wither beneath his touch. 

OVER-STIM-U-LAT-ION

Loves fucking you in the shower. You’re both clean, wet, and longing for each other’s attention. 

(Speaking of which), Levi (almost always) eats your pussy in the shower. He relishes in the feeling of water dripping onto his body, as he throws your legs over his shoulders. He buries his face where he belongs. 

MIRROR SEX! Levi forces you watch yourself. He pulls your hair back allowing you to watch his dick disappear only to hit your cervix. 

“Open your eyes, brat. Watch yourself come apart.” 

If someone calls Levi while he is having sex, he will answer. He gives you a challenge: 

“Keep quiet; not everyone should know you’re getting the brains fucked out of you.” 

Yes, sometimes people catch on... (Hange)

Forces you to “convince him” you must be fucked. Levi orders, “touch yourself.” The smirk plastered on his face as you obey his every command is indescribable. 

THREESOMES ARE COMMON. Levi (always) invites Erwin into your sex life. 

Did I mention, voyeurism? Levi loves watching Erwin follow his orders to abuse your cunt. He adores seeing your face twist in pleasure. Though you are being fucked by his best friend; all you can plead for is your lover watching. 

BREEDING kink. Levi loves nothing more than feeling your pussy pulse as your cum mixes together. When Levi pulls out, he thrusts the mess back inside of you. 

[nikosamaki]

What’s your opinion about their DOWN part: Warnings: NSFW, BODY PARTS, NO MINORS

Lucifer:

As expected from The Avatar of Pride, he has a large size –but not that much you think like it would tear you up!!-; its length is 22cm (How fascinating!) with a diameter of 5 cm (Mannnnnnn… It’s a BRILLIANT size for a man; don’t you dare to say it is NOT 😂🔪). Due to having a nice size, he’s extremely proud of himself –his cock, of course.

However, you never tell him that you really like his size –you probably know if you tell him, there is NO way back and you’ll have LONG nights for years😊. Every time you do THAT, you both reach to a very delightful result (I meant the orgasm).

Mammon:

Not having the size like Lucifer, but his size is very suitable for his body (It’s not small that cannot give you the BEST feeling, it’s just medium). Its length is about 19 with a diameter of 4 (Ahhhhh… What a GORGEOUS thoughts you have☺).

Even though he’s size –the cock- is smaller than Luci and Beel, he love it! –DUDE… He’s a MODEL with that size!!! So why not being proud?.

Also he knows that you’re OBSESSED with it; every night you confirm it with your sweet MOANS… What a bad liar you are😉.

Levi:

As same size as Mam has! –most of the time, they have arguments about who has the longest cock :/ … *Writer sighs*-, but there’s a HUGE difference between Levi’s cock and the others… He has TWO!!! -Saints! It gives DOUBLE pleasure!! DAMN… You can NOT leave that man (Please ATTENTION that it’s my idea and NOT real… I guess you’ve seen the pics of him that has 2 instead of 1).

In spite of having 2 unlike others, he’s a bit SHY (Oww… Cute😄) –but when he’s around you and has a lot DESIRE, FUCK being shy, he’s a WILD & HUNGRY BEAST which wants to taste ALL of your BODY!!!!

Satan:

Well, he has the same diameter like Luci but the difference is his length which is 20 -2 cm smaller than Luci that makes him angry and jealous… *Again writer sighs* (I don’t get them😐). All in all, he’s satisfied with his size that’s NOT smaller than now –he’s got a point about his brothers’s cock🤣… (This is the end of being MEAN😂).

It’s not the only thing that he’s satisfied with, the most important thing is he can make you feel AWESOME -the greatest climax you can ever feel- and he goes REALLY CRAZY due to your sweet voice.

Like Luci, you don’t tell him how CRAZY you are about his cock; once you said, you’re tied up and welcome to your HEAVEN.

Asmo:

Among the brothers, he and Belphie have the smallest one –NOT as small as pinky finger🤣🤣- its length is somehow about 17 with a diameter of 3.4 –but still he’s as LUSTFUL as ever… Having a smaller cock doesn’t change the FACT that he’s the avatar of LUST😉 (I’m pretty sure that you get me). As I mentioned about his size, he dies to see Luci’s COCK whenever he has the CHANCE (He’s NOT the ONLY ONE HERE😂… I can feel it and I’m counted with the “AGREE” group) –as he said: “He’s my SEXIEST brother, so why not ENJOY as MUCH as I can of the moments I see?” (Has a GOOD point).

But baby, Don’t forget those sweet nights that he makes you to become a BAD BITCH  -whereas he has the smallest size, he knows MORE than of his brother about *** and how to make you HORNY (Still waters run deep!!!).

Beel:

Son of a BISCUIT!!! He has the BIGGEST size!!! –even than Luci!-, its length is 24 with a diameters of 6!! (The HELL, if Luci doesn’t tear you up, well, HE WILL! How on the THREE WORLDS? Is it POSSIBLE ??😶). To be honest, he doesn’t care about his size or feeling proud!!!! – unlike his brothers-, but if you say you like it… That’s a different story 😊.

He’s the avatar of GLUTTONY, so he has a HUGE desire when it comes to you –I meant your body- and he doesn’t have any switch off button which makes you both to reach infinitive pleasures till got tired.

Belphie:

As I said about Asmo, applies to him –they’ve the same size- and his opinion about it, is just like Beel’s behavior :/ (In one of my stories, I said that this twins have a problem with things like that😑).

Furthermore, he enjoys seeing you under him while you’re moaning and begging for MORE (He definitely inherited this moral from Satan).

[levis-hazelnut]

Levi x Reader How To Be The Perfect Boyfriend

Summary: Levi advising others on how to make a woman happy (because men just seem to be oblivious to this and don’t know how to be the perfect boyfriend).

1. Always make time for her, brats. If you try to push her away, she'll find a way to get you to spend time with her.

As always, Levi would wake up after a couple of hours of sleep, which wasn't very healthy for him, and he would start his day. He has breakfast, has a half an hour break to do whatever he wants before his squad awaits him on the training ground. Once their training session finishes, he heads to his office, getting ready to make a start on the paperwork that resided on his desk. And that's when she comes in with a tray and a smile adorning her lips. She placed the tray on the wooden surface and gave him a cup of tea with steam dancing around over it. Levi quietly thanked her as she took her own cup of tea and sat on the edge of the desk. After taking a sip, smoky hues glanced at the face of the person he loved (though, he would never say that aloud unless he was in the mood to be sappy). He shot her a questioning look since she was just staring at him, her tea long forgotten. "What do you want?" he inquired. Without a single word leaving her lips, she leapt off of the desk and made herself comfortable on Levi's lap. He bit back a huff when she buried her face into the crook of his neck and placed butterfly kisses over his skin. "(Y/N), I have a shit ton of paperwork to do." "And...? Are you prioritising your work over me - your wonderful, loving, best ever girlfriend?" she sassed back, removing her face from his neck.

"You know I'm always putting you first. It's just that I want to finish this and deliver it to Eyebrows so he can get off my back." "Fine," the curt word left her lips as she got off of the raven-haired male. "I guess you don't love me anymore." The last thing he saw was a pout before she disappeared into his bedroom. He knew she was doing this just for attention, but he couldn’t sit around like this. Sighing, Levi ran a hand through his hair and scraped his chair against the floor, standing up and walking into the room his girlfriend decided to retreat to. She laid on her side, beautiful, (E/C) orbs on the radiant sky outside the window that was slightly ajar, letting a refreshing breeze into the room. Levi laid behind her, his chest barely brushing her back as he looped his muscular arms around her waist, tugging her closer to him. Even though he couldn't see her face, he could bet that she still forced on a pout that deterred a smirk from appearing. "I'm sorry, (Y/N)," he hummed, kissing the back of her neck. "I can leave the paperwork for later since I don't have to finish it until tomorrow." A smile sprang onto (Y/N)'s lips when she twisted her body around and snuggled into Levi after pecking his lips. He let a smile of his own conquer his lips, even though he was still mildly irritated that she always finds a way to make him waste time. "I love you, Levi." "And you know I do, too, otherwise, I wouldn't be here cuddling with you." 2. Do not call her 'brat' (unless you don't wish to reproduce).

There she was, training a bunch of poor excuses of soldiers meant to protect humanity. Yeah, well, forget about them, they have no significance. Only the woman teaching them does. She stood there with a wrinkle formed in between her brows, yet a miniature smile rested on her soft lips. Her arms were crossed over her chest as her melodic voice sounded over the hushed voices of scouts who had the fucking audacity to talk over her. She could obviously hear them, but being the generous person she is, she didn't bother in shouting at them. Or maybe it was because she knew it wouldn't make them stop. Anyway, back to her beautiful self: her luscious tresses danced with the faint breeze that caressed her face, which held glistening eyes, a boopable nose, and lips that Levi made swollen. Then, let's go to her amazing body that Levi has caused to ache and covered it in love bites and such. If you're getting sick of the description, just imagine the sexiest goddess and multiply her beauty by fifty. You'll still be nowhere near imagining the woman standing there, but it's the closest you could get. Once the scouts got to training and (Y/N) just watched over them, her boyfriend came into sight as he approached her. "Hey, my love," she beamed. "Hi, brat," Levi replied and was about to peck her nose, however, that didn't happen when he stumbled back when his girlfriend pushed him. A frown danced on his face. "What the hell are you doing?" "Don't call me 'brat'," she growled and edged closer to him before thrusting her knee into a place that seemed as if it had an effect on the boys watching as they all winced and let out sounds of pain. The Corporal dropped to the ground as his 'wonderful, loving, best ever girlfriend' smirked down at him before facing her squad. "Girls, this is how you deal with jerks that don't know how to treat you right. Now, get back to training!" After her little piece of advice, (Y/N) turned back around to the groaning Levi, sprawled on the floor. "Love ya, my honey," she piped and crouched down to peck his forehead. Fucking brat... Levi thought once her lips touched his skin. 3. Show that you love her; randomly attack her with affection, or just cheer her up when she's down, or simply keep her company while she's relaxing. Cheesy shit like that (do excuse my language, dipshits).

The sun beamed down on the training grounds (though, the sun could never compare to her smile) where scouts were lazing around because of the heat smouldering them. Levi could care less since he wasn't in the mood to scold them or train them. So, he headed over to (Y/N), who took cover under the shade of a tree that loomed over her as if protecting her. She sat down cross-legged on the emerald grass, leaning her back against the trunk of a tree as she had a book in her lap. As to not disturb her too much, Levi quietly neared her before settling on the grass beside her. She gazed at him with a tender smile touching her lips before facing the book again. He draped an arm around her shoulders and made her rest her head on his shoulder as he started to run his hands over her (H/C), silky tresses. The action soothed both of them. Shortly, lips softly pressed against the top of her head, which made her put the book down as she lifted her head off of Levi's shoulder to face him. A smirk stained his lips and (Y/N) leaned forward to kiss him. Fingers tangled themselves in her hair as she placed a single hand on his shoulder and shuffled closer to him. Teeth gently nibbled on her bottom lip and she parted them, letting his tongue slip into her mouth and dance with her wet muscle. A soft sigh left her lips and vibrated against his before they pulled away. (Y/N) licked the string of their combined saliva away, leaning her forehead against Levi's. No words were spoken, but that didn't matter since no words were needed. ~/~ Everyone had distress written all over their faces after another miserable expedition. Many losses, many injuries, many disasters. And everyone included (Y/N). She was in her room, lying down in her bed with the covers encasing her as she quietly sobbed, clutching a piece of fabric against her chest. Marie, her best friend that she's known ever since she joined the Survey Corps, had died on this expedition. She hadn't been there to try to save Marie and she blamed herself for that. She blamed herself for being a terrible friend. "(Y/N)?" Levi softly called once he padded into her bedroom. He got no response, except sobs as he approached her. The raven sat on the edge of the bed and gently tugged (Y/N) onto his lap and cradled her, tucking her head under his chin. He hushed her like a mother to a child and rubbed comforting circles on her back.

He knew anything he tried to do would be useless since it was her best friend that she lost. Losing anyone was difficult, but losing someone that was close to you was something that no one wished to experience. "... I-I wasn't eve-en th-there in h-he-er... last mo-oments-s..." "Shh. It’s not your fault, my love." With some more calming words, her sobs soon quietened and there were only a few tears. Levi forced her to get ready for bed and sleep since she hasn't rested since they came back from the expedition. Her boyfriend changed into something more comfortable before crawling in next to her. He wrapped his arms around his girlfriend protectively and pulled her close, promising that he'll keep her safe, no matter what. ~/~ The (H/C)-haired female stared out of her open window, watching over the scouts that messed around on the training grounds as a subconscious smile fell on her face. She was so engrossed in the azure sky, the puffs of white, the luminous spotlight and the scouts, that she didn't even hear her office door open. She continued smiling and staring until a fit of giggles suddenly took over. She tried slapping away the hands that tickled her sides and squirmed in her spot before slowly dropping to the ground as fingers proceeded to tickle her further. "Levi!! Stop, stop!! Levi, seriously...! I'm going to pee myself!" she said in between giggles and pants, trying to push the human on top of her off. Soon, there was no movement, only (Y/N)'s chest rising and falling as she caught her breath and gazed into grey hues. Once oxygen was back into her lungs, slightly chapped lips moulded with hers for a slow dance as she was pinned to the floor. "What was all this for?" she whispered with a grin when their lips parted. "I was bored and you were off guard." "Hm. I love you so much, Levi," she hummed and brushed his ebony locks back from his forehead. "I love you so much, too," he murmured before smashing his lips against hers once more. 4. Never call her a monster when she's on her period. Also, always attend to her needs before said monster comes out.

Levi just barely dodged the book that was thrown at him as he retreated into his office, trying to take cover from the monster that lay in his bed. Though, he shouldn't call her monster anymore since the book was launched at him for that very reason. Not wanting to interact with the beast any further, he sat at his desk and finished off the pile of paperwork that decided to wander onto the surface. "Levi!!” At the scream of his name, the aforementioned male's hand had slipped and caused the ink to ruin the page. He clicked his tongue as quietly as he could before getting up and leaning against the doorframe of his bedroom. "Yes?" "Could you get me some mint tea, my darling?" she asked with an innocent voice. "Okay," Levi said and walked away, leaving to get (Y/N) tea, being the amazing boyfriend he is. "Levi!" What's the fuck is wrong now? Levi groaned internally before facing her once again. "When you come back, can you cuddle with me?" "... Sure." "Okay. Thank you, my sweetheart." Finally, he was able to leave his office and not have to her screaming his name. Yeah, she was in a bed, but he would prefer if he was in that bed with her as she screamed his name. However, he can't do that right now. Levi made (Y/N) her tea before going back to his room and giving it to her. She took a sip, let out a satisfied sigh before yanking the short male down onto the bed. Damn, even though she's in pain, she's fucking strong. His chest collided with hers before he rolled onto the side, embracing her and rubbing circles on her abdomen that seemed to help her. "Levi?" "Hm?" "Do you hate me?" "... No." Ah, the hesitation. Why did he hesitate? If he didn't, everything would be fine. "I said: Levi, do you hate me?" she repeated, gritting her teeth. "Of course not, darling. I love you more than you could ever imagine." Ugh, those words made him feel nauseous, but if it meant he could keep his head, he would say it.

Well, it's not like he was lying. 5. Help her. She may be terrifying and strong at times, but she still acts like a damsel in distress when she's perfectly fine.

Levi sat at his desk, pen in hand as his eyes grazed over the words written on a piece of paper that resided on his desk. It was almost fucking midnight and he had to send in this report to Erwin by tomorrow morning. Distracting him from his work, (Y/N) stumbled into his office and dropped a tray that held two cups of tea. He barely regarded her before getting back to his task, knowing she was glaring at him, but decided to do nothing about it. "Levi!" "What do you want?" he muttered. "Would you mind helping me?" "You're the one that dropped it." Her eyes narrowed and she clenched her fists before standing up and storming over to his desk. This is when he finally decided to look at her when she towered over him with her index finger pointing towards him. "You're such a jerk, you know." "I know. Go clean up that mess." She sighed and flicked his forehead before doing as he said, no matter how impolite he was being. Once she wiped up the tea with wipes and a spray, she started to clean up the shattered glass. As she did that, Levi crouched down in front of her and helped his girlfriend, who just stared at him. "Stop looking at me like that, just be grateful I'm helping your clumsy ass." She smiled before quietly hissing in pain. Concern flickered in the raven's eyes, but soon confusion appeared when she was still smiling. "I'm fine. I just got a bit of glass in my finger." The female with (E/C) eyes stood up and put her finger in the light so she could see the glass. A shadow prevented that from happening as Levi took her hand and easily removed it before putting it into a tissue. "Thank you, my love,” she beamed. 6. Push bitches away. Once you do that, show her that she's the only one you want.

Levi had been forced to go to a ball of sorts with Erwin and Hanji. But of course, he despises snobby shitheads and pigs flaunting their money, so why would he want to go to an event full of those creatures? After much complaining, Erwin had told him that he could bring (Y/N) along, and that had shut Levi up. And there they were, dressed in formal clothes as they followed Erwin around, conversing with people. "This shit's boring as hell," Levi murmured to his beloved who had hooked her arm with his. "Do you want to dance?" "Are you stupid? I hate dancing." "Oh, come on, baby. We've danced before." "Yeah, I did that for you. I'm not doing it again. Not even if it would get rid of titans." "Fine... Could you get me a drink, please, then?" "Sure." She let Levi go over to a table and get drinks for both of them as she wandered over to Hanji who was talking to some woman. The brunette gave (Y/N) a grin before introducing her to the woman she was talking to. "It's nice meeting you, (Y/N). And I just want to say that the man you were walking with is gorgeous." "Yes, he definitely is," she smiled. Only Hanji knew that it was a fake smile. "I'm lucky since I've been with him for a few years now," she made sure to add, so this woman knows to stay the fuck away. "Oi, you lot, get off of me," Levi snarled, trying to push a couple of women away and making sure not to spill the drinks he was holding. "Well, you have nowhere to go, do you now?" one of them spoke, batting her eyelashes and dragging a finger from his collarbone down to his waistband. He put a glass down on the table and slapped that hand away before it could go further, shooting the woman a glare. "Touch me one more fucking time and you're going to lose that hand," he threatened darkly. Levi doesn't care who he's talking to, be it a woman or not. No one touches him like that. Yeah, right now, he sounds like a dickhead for treating women like this, but he would be even more of a dickhead if he didn't attempt to push them away when he has the most perfect woman by his side. "And I actually do have a place to go to. You see, my girlfriend over there wants to dance. You know the one in that icy blue dress? Yeah, that's her. And, oh look, she sees me so she's going to slap every single one of you if you don't fucking get your shitty hands off of me." Hm. Looks like that scared them, Levi smirked mentally once they all decided to move away. He straightened his clothes and passed (Y/N) a glass of wine as she glared at the women that scurried away. "Come, let's dance," the Corporal slipped her hand into his and led her to the other dancing couples. "I thought that you didn't want to dance." "I will if it means that those b*tches will leave me alone." The (H/C)-haired female gave Levi a tender smile (she knew that it wasn't because of that reason) as she placed one hand on his shoulder as the other clutched his hand. The raven's other hand rested on her waist before they swiftly danced as (E/C) and grey clashed. (Y/N) lifted her hand off of Levi's shoulder and he spun her around before bringing her back close to him. Soon, their dancing slowed down and all they focused on was each other's eyes before standing completely still amidst the other couples that moved their way around the hall. Levi rested his forehead against the one of the woman he loved, their lips barely brushing. However, a couple bumped into them which disrupted their moment that felt as if they were the only two people in the room. Levi caught his beloved before she could tumble over. Looking to see who it was, grey hues met blue and brown ones. Hanji and Erwin. "Tch." "Hi, (Y/N), Shorty! Keep your kissing for later." 7. If you love her as much as you claim to, propose. That will make her feel as if she's the happiest woman alive (and it will make you feel as if you’re the happiest man alive).

(Y/N) and Levi laid in bed together, entangled in each other's arms with their legs overlapping as they peacefully slept. (Y/N) had her face hidden in the crook of Levi's neck as her chest pressed against his. The raven tucked her head under his chin as his arms rested around her naked figure. They had stayed up most of the night, doing things. And the good thing is that everyone had a day off today so they could sleep in as much as they wanted. They may miss breakfast, but that didn't matter. The sunlight scattered through the curtains in Levi's bedroom, resting on his girlfriend's face which caused her to close her eyes tighter as a frown settled onto her visage. She turned away from the light, which meant turning her back to her boyfriend, who quietly groaned. He subconsciously tugged her closer to him and buried his nose in her hair. A yawn left her lips as she slowly opened her eyes, blinking a few times. She smiled at the feeling of Levi's arms that kept her warm and safe before closing her eyes again. When she did that, she felt light kisses peppering over her neck, causing a sigh of delight to leave her lips as lips trailed down her spine. He went further down and nipped on one of her butt cheeks so she let out a small yelp and lifted her foot to kick him. Of course, however, she had no idea where she was aiming. A grunt sounded and the grip on her loosened. "You really don't want kids, do you?" he grumbled in his husky, morning voice that also hinted with pain. "You want kids? Even though you hate brats?" she snapped with her back still facing him. She felt his hands travel over her hips to find her hands. He acknowledged which hand was which and took her left one in his. "If they're yours, I want them after we get married," he hummed, slipping something light and cold onto her finger. "... Wait... No. Are you joking? Levi, I swear, if you're joking, I'll straight-up murder you," she threatened after turning around to face him when she noticed a smile resting on his lips. "I'm not joking. I'm being serious," he chuckled lightly. "I love you, (Y/N). I don't want to lose you and I always want you by my side. So, (Y/N) (L/N), will you marry me?" "You idiot, of course, I will," (Y/N) sobbed and embraced her, now, fiancé. "I love you so fucking so much." And that, brats, is how to be the perfect boyfriend. You're welcome, dumbshits - by Levi.

[thelovelyghostwriter]

Ranking the HxH guys in my Simping Tier: Countdown

Note: This is just for fun and lame-ass humour. You are free to like anyone in hxh and this tier doesn’t reflect how great the character is. It’s just a ranking based on how much I simp for them. 

14. Meruem

Okay. There’s a reason why Meruem is at the last list. He’s an ant. He’s not even fully human FML. Can’t believe people wanna fuck this teenaged mutant ninja ant. Can’t even say those people are a furry because this ant has no fur. It’s a no for me. 

13. Illumi

The Illumi simps are gonna hack me for having him too low. I find him cute and has really nice hair that can be for shampoo ads... but his eyes... it covers 70% of his face. It’s guppy eyes. It’s like he wore those coloured contact lenses that enlarges the eyes. 

12. Shalnark

OKay. Shalnark is cute. He’s really one of the most good looking guys in the series. However, I don’t know why but his personality is kinda “ehh”. He’s a little psycho who controls people with his phone, but somehow his personality is overshadowed by a lot of extreme characters with Hisoka. Also, I try not to get too attached to him because of what happens in the current arc. 

11. Kite

Okay. This is weird but... I find Kite more attracted when he’s a red-headed female ant right now. Okay. I know I went all like “MERUEM ISNT EVEN HUMAN” but female Kite LOOKS human. She has freckles and all that. It’s real cute. But I’d say he’s a little lower because he doesn’t really have that “oomph” personality so-

10. Pariston

Now, talk about a character with FABULOUS presentation of himself. Pariston shows himself off with extravagance. NOW, that’s a personality. He’s like one of those celebs that are just so extra like Lady Gaga that it’s amazing. I know he’s underrated in the simping world, but he’s essentially kinda like Hisoka (who has a big simping fandom), only he prefers to play with people’s minds rather than fight people. 

9. Tserriednich

You might be wondering, why the fuck is he here? Okay, first of all, he reminds me of Hannibal who is by the way, charming. And yes I mean it in the Mads Mikkelsen AND the Anthony Hopkins way. Makes me wanna his Clarice but I’d rather have Theta have that spot. Secondly, he’s a prince so being his bride is literally a dream come true. Thirdly, yeh, Tserriednich is actually very handsome. Nice blond hair and that facial beard. 

8. Gon

He’s quite low on the tier because I had always seen him as a cute green mini-Ging. Personality-wise, he’s really sweet and I can see a lot of girls liking him because he knows how to treat women respectfully. He can even handle the crazy ones like Palm. His alpha side came out during the Chimera Ant arc and his adult form is hella attractive. 

Jokes aside, this character is really amazing as an MC. It’s sad that he gets overshadowed but I believe he’s a pretty unique shounen MC because most of the time, a shounen MC doesn’t kill or has a pretty much black-and-white morality. Gon Freecss breaks that stereotype and he’s truly appreciated. 

7. Leorio 

Listen to me. This man is supposed to be the type of man you’re supposed to marry. Doctor, loyal, caring and funny. This man is the total package. I think the reason why he’s a little lower in my simp tier is because well... he’s the type of guy that I will go for in reality. In fiction, that’s where all my crushes for crazy guys should be. My simp tier is based on my heart, not brain. 

6. Killua

Okay. I was down bad for Killua when I was younger. DOWN BAD. So down bad that it was scary. I sort of got over him now. But what can you do? Killua is simped by a lot of teenaged girls or women who had a crush on him since the beginning of time. He’s fiercely loyal, has white hair and pretty blue eyes, is a fun mixture of mischief and seriousness. He’s the type of guy you can count on to get out of trouble and one to always treasure you. I do think that if I ever meet Killua though, that he’d bully me to oblivion. 

Okay, we’re at the top 5. From here onwards, some real NSFW simping words.

5. Hisoka

I kinda do understand Hisoka stans, but at the same time, I do not get them. Like him or not, he’s a very flamboyant character. He stands out of the crowd and he just have that unexplained charisma. 

He’s actually a really well-written character. He’s the balancing factor in the narrative of HxH. He’s like the joker in the deck of cards. Back to my simp tier, he’s very attractive ESPECIALLY with his hair down. There’s a certain aura that is addictive about him that I can’t pin-point. And for that, he earns my top 5 spot.

4. Feitan

I swear. This simping phenomenon actually manifested from Hiei. Yes, Feitan’s character blueprint, Hiei from Yu Yu Hakusho. (The real OGs will know that Hiei is the character blueprint, not Levi). I know a lot of people compare him to Levi but let me explain why Levi and Feitan are alike: it’s because their character blueprint is Hiei. 

Anyway, Hiei is HOT. And to me, the hxh equivalent is Feitan, with a huge addition of sadism and emo-ness. Okay, that makes it even hotter. 

I have read some Feitan/Reader on AO3 and BOI. I enjoyed reading certain stuff that I never thought I would enjoy. I read a fic about Reader-chan getting whipped and basically all sorts of BDSM and OMG it’s heaven. 

“They say all good boys go to heaven, but bad boys bring heaven to you”

3. Chrollo

At first, I didn’t really care about Chrollo until he wore that tuxedo and let his hair down (Is it just me or a lot of hxh boys look good with their hair down?). HE LOOKS SO GODLY HOLY FUCK.

I’m 100% sure that his character blueprint for the hair-down is Koenma. He also gives me Tuxedo Mask vibes. Overall, such chivalry and handsomeness all in one man. Not to mention, that sexy sexy voice when he recites his fortune-telling. I would say he has the sexiest voice among all hxh guys. He is just that HOT and charismatic. I wanna see where he hid that Spider tattoo and scratch his back. 

2. Ging

Okay. Ging is hardly simp by girls. And I do not understand why?? He is motherfucking attractive. Even now. GAWD. I love him.

I think my attraction to him pre-started because he looks and acts SO much like my childhood crush Yusuke Urameshi from Yu Yu Hakusho. I know he’s an asshat but he’s a CHARMING asshat. Yeap, I said it. He is actually highly intelligent and just acts like a total haggard because he can. 

It’s not just when he’s young. I STILL think he’s hot even in his 30s. He’s not that old for me to me honest. I don’t care if he’s a decade older than me because I think that’s the appeal of it. I

It’s kinda sad that he’s not that popular because I need some Ging/Reader smut content. Like, I envisioned a smut fic where the reader is like in her 20s and is strangely attracted to Ging. He’s wildly confused over this but he’s seriously considering of tapping it because his old ass haven’t had any action lately. The other Zodiacs are also confused and are convinced that he must have given some sex pollen to the reader because who the hell is sane enough to be attracted to him? (But it’s just that you need some acquired taste to actually find this man alluring). He’s one of the most fuckable characters ahhh. 

And... for the last one...

Drumroll please....

1. Kurapika

Seriously, was there even a surprise. 

THIS MAN IS THE AKAKU GOD. He’s beautiful, he’s sexy and fucking dominant (yes, I say he’s domineering because do you see the way he throws a hot tantrum during the whole YorkNew arc, demanding shit from his enemies, taking charge of everything?) His chains drives me nuts. I love it when he gets angry. I know he’s kinky on the inside. When he wore that tuxedo... ooof. He looks hella fine. He’s the only guy in hxh that fulfills my ala Michael Corleone mafia boss kink. I want him to ^&*(%%%*%^ (to save myself from embarrassment, I self-censored) as we attempt to repopulate the clan and produce more scarlet eyed babies, as he whispers some real degrading and possessive shit in Kurta while he tells me what to do. AHHHHH. *bye gotta go write some kuraneon porn now byeee*

[afangirlsmenagerie]

Recovery

A little Eruri drabble inspired by this video and a conversation with @plague-of-insomnia...enjoy! It’s also posted on ao3. ^_^

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“Mr. Smith?”

Erwin glanced up from his book toward where the nurse stood by the door.

“Yes?”

“Your husband is in recovery. If you’d like to come with me.”

“Thank you.” he said with a polite smile, ignoring some of the looks of surprise from others in the waiting room as he gathered his and Levi’s things and followed the nurse into the recovery ward.

Some of the tension left Erwin’s shoulders as they passed by rows of closed curtains, behind which other patients waited for their loved ones while they slowly rejoined the land of the conscious. If Levi was here, that meant the surgery had been a success- that he was ok. 

Erwin had tried to hide the worry he had about the procedure as best he could. He didn’t want Levi to have to be concerned with comforting him when he was the one going under the knife. But as soon as they had wheeled Levi out of his line of sight, the dam holding back his anxieties had given way and had spent most of his time pacing the waiting room or walking to the small concession room across the hall. It had only been in the past half hour when he saw Levi’s status switch from “in operation” to “post operation” that he had been able to relax enough to continue reading the book he had brought.

“Hey there, Erwin!” a familiar voice called.

Erwin’s face lit with a warm smile upon seeing Hange standing outside one of the recovery rooms, reviewing the charts.

“It’s alright, Petra, Erwin and I go way back.” They said to the petite nurse who had been Erwin’s guide, “So you can leave him with me.”

“Ok.” she nodded, before leaving the two with a professional, “Have a good day, Mr. Smith.”

Erwin returned her niceties in kind, though the brightness from his smile vanished when he turned his attention back to Hange, instantly replaced with the worry and exhaustion he felt safe showing only around his friend.

“So how is he?” 

As if to answer his question, a low groan sounded from behind the curtain.

Hange chuckled.

“He’s doing fine. The surgery went beautifully. If you want, you can go in and sit with him while he finishes waking up.”

Erwin pulled back the curtain enough to slip into the small room. Levi stirred where he lay, but didn’t open his eyes when Erwin came to sit in the chair beside the hospital bed. 

Once he had gotten situated, the rings of the curtains clinked and Hange stepped inside enough to hand Erwin a bottle of orange juice and a packet of crackers.

“Make sure he eats these when he wakes up.” They whispered, “It’ll help with the nausea.”

He gratefully took the snack with a quiet “Thank you” before Hange disappeared with the promise they would return in a few minutes to check in on things.

Now that they were alone, Erwin turned his full attention to his husband, blue eyes softening as his gaze wandered over the bandages, IV’s, and the ill fitting hospital gown that threatened to slip off Levi’s petite shoulders at any given moment. He couldn’t wait to get him home, where he could properly care for him. Maybe even spoil him if Levi gave him the chance. He’d probably complain the whole time, but his averted gaze and flushed cheeks would betray the hollowness of his objections.

Just then, Levi gave a groggy huff, pulling Erwin from his thoughts. His brows furrowed, heavy eyelids fluttering as they struggled to stay open, and his lips weakly smacked before he managed to hoarsely groan, “So dry.”

Erwin had the lid off the orange juice bottle in an instant, slipping in the small straw Hange had left as well.

“Here.” he soothed, slipping the straw between Levi’s lips, “Drink this.”

Levi’s tongue pressed against the plastic, as if trying to figure out what was in his mouth. Though his eyebrows lifted in recognition a few moments later and he began to drink, swallowing down mouthfuls at a time.

It wasn’t until he had guzzled down half the container that he stopped and rested his head back on the pillow with a contented sigh. 

“Better?” Erwin asked with a grin.

Levi nodded slowly and hummed in agreement.

Now that he was starting to show signs that he was getting closer to full consciousness, Erwin quickly split open the cracker’s packaging, the clear plastic crinkling loudly when he pulled one of the crackers out and slipped it into Levi’s open palm.

“Hm?” Levi mumbled, his eyebrows scrunching in question before bringing the cracker a little too close to his face for inspection.

“Do you think you can eat this?” 

Erwin bit his lip to keep from laughing when Levi gave another languid nod before taking a bite. His grey eyes remained focused on the curtain at the front of the room and chewed slowly, as if lost in some deep, pensive thought. 

He seemed to pull himself from whatever had his mind preoccupied when he popped the second half in his mouth, turning his attention to Erwin, who had been patiently waiting in contented amusement. He had never seen him like this, not even on the few occasions when they’d gotten completely hammered back in college.

The moment his gaze rested on Erwin, however, he halted mid chew, his eyes going wide.

“Who are you?” He asked in wonder.

Erwin chuckled at the bits of cracker that fell from his lips. “What do you-?” He began, but Levi cut him off with another pressing question.

“Did the nurses send you?”

“What? No.” Erwin said, struggling to contain his laughter, handing him another cracker. “Here, this will help you feel better.”

Levi’s gaze never left Erwin as he took a small bite, his mind clearly trying to place how he knew him. 

“Damn, you’re hot.” He mumbled, pausing briefly before motioning toward Erwin with the cracker, “Are you sure the nurses didn’t send you?”

Erwin nodded, humor lacing his voice. “I’m sure, Levi.”

“How the hell do you know my name?”

Erwin chucked again.

“I’m your husband.”

As soon as the word “husband” passed his lips, Levi’s eyes went comically wide. 

“You’re my husband?” He asked, almost in disbelief and sank back against the mattress, his gaze focusing on the ceiling, whispering, “Holy shit, I’m married to the sexiest man on the planet.”

Erwin laughed softly at the blush that had begun to spread across Levi’s cheeks and the bridge of his nose.

Levi blinked up at the tiled ceiling for a few moments, seemingly to absorb this “new” information, before turning back to him.

“How long?”

“How long, what?”

“How long have we been married?”

Erwin smiled tenderly.

“A long time.”

The corners of Levi’s lips twitched with fondness. 

“Do we have any kids?”

“No,” Erwin answered, gently taking Levi’s hand in his own, “We had to get you better first.”

“Oh.”

Levi’s attention drifted down to watch Erwin rub his thumb comfortingly against the side of his hand, falling silent for a couple of minutes.

“So we’re really married?” Was the question that finally broke his silence.

Erwin gave Levi’s hand a squeeze.

“Yes.”

The grey of Levi’s eyes softened like mercury, a rarely seen affection in his gaze before he said, “I must be one lucky fucker to have landed a man like you.” 

At that, Erwin brought Levi’s hand up and pressed his lips firmly against the soft flesh, his heart swelling at his words.

“I feel the same.” He whispered, pressing the palm of Levi’s hand against his cheek.

As blue met grey, the first hint of clarity twinkled in Levi’s gaze before he moved to rest his hand on the back of Erwin’s head. 

Erwin leaned in, allowing Levi to guide him with his feeble grip. His heart ached as his lips pressed against Levi’s, the heat and plush feel of them so familiar yet new somehow. 

“Awww!” A loud cry sounded from behind them, shattering the tender moment.

Both Levi and Erwin jerked away from each other, their attention snapping to the culprit- Hange standing at the foot of Levi’s bed with a cell phone held up in their hands.

“Hange?!” Levi started, “What the hell?” 

Hange poked their lip out with a pout, “I couldn’t help it. You two are just too cute!”

Both men’s gazes flitted from the shit-eating grin on their friend’s face to their phone and back several times, Levi’s face settling into a look of panicked horror, while Erwin’s expression was nothing but hopeful.

“Don’t tell me…,” Levi murmured.

“You recorded that, didn’t you?” asked Erwin.

“Yup,” Hange answered, puffing out their chest, “Got the whole thing.”

“Why you!” Levi snarled, “If you don’t delete that right now, I’m going to snap that phone in half as soon as I can walk.”

Erwin placed a staying hand on his husband’s shoulder, rubbing soothing circles to ease the tension that had already begun to coil there. 

“Actually, could you send it to me?” 

Levi’s attention turned to Erwin, betrayal in his gaze.

“Don’t tell me you’re on their side?”

“Come now, Levi.” Erwin cooed, flashing him a coy smile, “It’s not often that I get treated to this side of you. Think of it as a sentimental keepsake.”

Levi’s gaze narrowed to a scowl, a sharp comeback clearly on his tongue. However, a few moments later, his shoulders slumped and he gave a dejected huff.

“Fine.”

“Well, since I don’t have to fear for my life anymore,” Hange said, stepping over to the other side of the bed to shut off the IV, “Let’s work on getting you checked out.”

As Hange set to disconnecting the monitors and IV, Levi gave Erwin’s hand a firm squeeze.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, the tenderness from a moment ago shining in his eyes once more, an expression that was and would only ever be reserved for Erwin, “Let’s go home.”

[eyebrowluv]

Just a Little Eruri Drabble (T):

“This is ridiculous,” Levi complained as the male stripper placed a Santa hat on Levi’s head and wiggled his butt in Levi’s face.

The man was tall and blond and had an amazing body stuffed in a red velvet thong with white puffs of fur along the waistband. Regardless of the undeniable perfection of the ass twerking in front of his nose, Levi was more than a little agitated. Santa Baby echoed through the bar, and Levi shot Petra a glare.

She smiled brightly in response.

“I thought we were here to meet Hange’s friend, Erwin?”

“We are. He’s working right now,” Petra said with a wink.

“No,” Levi choked.

Hange had been trying to set Levi up with a different guy almost every week ever since Levi’s last relationship went south. He had managed to shut them down at every turn. But this time, there was something in the way Hange offered to introduce him to an old friend, Erwin, that had Levi hesitantly agreeing. Of course when he agreed, he hadn’t expected this.

Not that he had a problem with the fact that the man was a stripper. He just would have rather met the man before becoming intimately acquainted with the vaguely heart-shaped freckle on his left ass cheek. That wasn’t too much to ask, right?

As the blond sauntered back to the stage, Levi stood and announced, “I’m getting a drink.”

“Bring me back a rum and soda,” Petra called, paying more attention to the show than Levi’s hasty retreat.

Levi made his way through the speakeasy-style club to the polished wood bar. The bartender was dressed to the theme of the bar: crisply pressed pinstripe dress shirt, charcoal waistcoat, and fedora pulled low.

“Nice hat,” the man teased as Levi approached the bar.

“Shit,” Levi grumbled, pulling the hat off his head and placing it on the bar.

“You look like you need a drink. Manhattan?” The bartender guessed.

“Yeah. How did you know?”

“Good guess.” The bartender handed him his drink. “How about your lady friend?”

“Rum and soda.”

“Gotcha.” He smiled at Levi as he prepared the drink. “Here you go.”

“Thank you.”

“Enjoy the rest of your evening.”

“I will, thanks.” Levi couldn’t help but smile at the wink sent his way. He could feel his face flush at the other man’s flirting. However, he was here to meet another man, so Levi made his way back to his table, despite his desire to stay and chat up the handsome bartender.

“Just in time,” Petra said as Levi handed her her drink. “Another show is getting ready to start.”

“Great.”

“Levi, you need to relax. Usually you would be having a good time.”

“Well, you have to admit that this is a very awkward way to meet someone.” Levi gestured at the stage about the same time the blond ripped his pants off, leaving him in nothing but a black thing that barely contained...everything.

“Poor Levi,” Petra cooed, turning back to the show. Her teasing continued for two more performances, until Levi begrudgingly admitted he enjoyed them.

“You look like you could use another drink,” the bartender’s voice came from behind as he reached around Levi to sit another Manhattan down on the table.

“Oh, thank you,” Levi said, surprised and looked up and around at the man.

“Mind if I sit a moment?” The bartender asked as he rounded the table.

Before Levi could answer, the tall blond stripper approached the table and the bartender.

“I’m headed out. Nanaba is here to give a ride. Can’t keep my girl waiting,” he said to the bartender.

“Thanks again Mike. I appreciate you coming and performing tonight. Call me tomorrow. Give Nanaba a hug for me.”

“Will do, Commander. Have a good evening.” The stripper, Mike, winked at Levi and Petra and walked off.

“Erwin, it’s been awhile,” Petra said enthusiastically as she leaned across the table to hug the bartender. She snagged his fedora and announced, “I’m going to go dance.”

“You know you are never getting that hat back, right,” Levi said, trying to calm his racing heart.

“Oh well, looks better on her anyway,” Erwin said, running his fingers through his golden blond hair, trying to neaten it. He looked at Levi and smiled, and Levi finally noticed how very blue his eyes were.

“So, you’re Erwin, Hanji’s friend?”

“Yeah. Sorry about the situation. One of my bartenders called in with a sick kid, and it’s so close to the holidays, that I hated to call anyone in on their day off.”

“You’re Erwin,” Levi repeated.

“Uh, yes? Hange told you that I wanted to meet you, right?” Erwin’s easy confidence seemed to melt away with his question.

“Yeah, they did. But what Hange didn’t mention was your job and what you looked like beyond tall and blond. I have spent the entire night convinced you were that stripper.”

“Oh.” Erwin averted his gaze. “I must be quite the disappointment in comparison. I’m sorry.

“No, not disappointing at all,” Levi insisted, willing those brilliant blue eyes to turn back his way. “Relieved actually.”

“Good,” Erwin replied with a blush. “Mike’s a hard act to follow.”

“Well, you could always show me your naked ass, and let me decide.”

Erwin laughed out loud.

“Maybe on our second date,” Erwin teased. “If there will be a-“

“Let me take you to dinner. We can discuss our second date then,” Levi offered before the other man could second guess himself.

“Sure. When?”

“If you’re done for the evening, how about now?”

“What about Petra?” Erwin asked as he looked around the club.

“She left not long after she stole your hat.”

“I’m really never getting it back, am I?”

“Afraid not.”

“Oh well. It was worth it.” Erwin gave him a sly grin. “So where are we going to eat at this hour?”

“My place. Maybe I can convince you of the merits of a second date in a more intimate setting.”

“Sounds good. Let’s go.”

They stood to leave, and Levi wondered what he could do to repay Hange for setting him up with the sexiest, most charming man he had ever seen. But then Erwin turned and smiled at him, and Levi knew that Hange could wait until tomorrow. He had to convince the man in front of him he was worth more than just two dates.

[justcallmefox89]

Truth or Dare Part 4

The birthday sleep over has completely fallen apart, Mammon and Levi are at each other’s throats, Arianthi backslides into old thoughts and dangerous habits, and Diavolo offers her comfort.  

Some good old fashioned angst and NSFW content:  Language, blowjob, penetrative sex, face riding, unprotected sex.  

Remember everyone, consent is key.  Being open and honest with your partner and making sure you’re both on the same page is the sexiest thing you can do for one another.  Also - practice safe sex mmmkay? :)

TW: body image and self esteem issues, eating disorders.

Written from the perspective of my female character Arianthi. 

I’m adding a different mood playlist to each installment of this series, just songs that I listened to while writing and feel embody each part of the story. 

Foxy Shazam - Count Me Out

Callum Scott - Dancing on My Own

Meg Myers - Desire

Hozier - Movement

Jess Benko - A Soulmate Who Wasn’t Meant to Be 

“Arianthi!  Arianthi!  Open the damn door!”  Mammon pounds on the door to Arianthi’s room, unable to open it.

“Screaming at her to open the door after you’ve just insulted her on her birthday probably isn’t the best way to get her to let you in Mammon,” Lucifer says coldly.

“I doubt she’d let you in anyway, scumbag,” Satan adds, an angry growl in his voice. 

Mammon opens his mouth to snap back, then closes it, unable to come up with a retort.

“Stupid Mammon can’t even defend himself this time,” Asmo mocks.  “You just blew whatever shot you had with Arianthi straight to hell.”

Mammon looks at the floor, ashamed.  “I didn’t mean it.  She’s got to know I didn’t mean it, I was just so.....”

“Jealous?  Stupid?  Idiotic?  Pick a description because they all fit.  Newsflash, even a shut in otaku like me knows like you can’t treat the girl you supposedly care about like shit and then expect her to still like you.”  Levi glares at Mammon and then tries the doorknob again, agitated.  

The door still doesn’t open and he can’t hear any movement inside her room.

Beel looks around worriedly.  “She never locks her door.  Ever.  She always leaves it open so I can go in and get the snacks she keeps for me.  And Luke said she might be sick.”

Belphie shares his concern.  “Do you think we should have Beel break the door in?  In case she’s too sick to answer and needs help?”

For the first time since Lilith, Lucifer looks to be at a loss.  Concern for Arianthi and the urge to comfort her battles with his desire to protect her privacy.

Diavolo steps forward to pass a hand over the door and sighs.  “It wouldn’t matter if he did.  She’s warded the door against us.”

The brothers share a look of surprise.

Mammon is the first to recover his voice.  “Where would she even learn ward magic?  And why would she start using it now?”

“I taught her.”  The demons turn to look at Solomon, who has walked up behind them.  “And as to why she’s using it, I’d venture to guess that Mammon’s little attempt to shatter her self-confidence worked, and she doesn’t want to see any of you right now.”

Mammon flushes with shame.  “I didn’t mean any of it,” he mutters.

“Then you shouldn’t have said it.”  For the first time a sharp tone enters Solomon’s voice. 

“Take down the ward,” Lucifer orders him.

Solomon moves to stand in front of Arianthi’s door.  “No.”

Lucifer’s eyes gleam red, anger rising.  “You may be a powerful sorcerer Solomon, but I am one of the seven lords of the Devildom and I will rip your heart out of your chest without hesitation.  Open.  The.  Door.”

“No.”

Lucifer lunges forward, already shifting to his demon form.  

Diavolo stops him with a strong hand on his shoulder.  “I know you’re all worried, but maybe Solomon is right.  Maybe we should respect her privacy.  She’s put up the wards for a reason.”

Levi pushes forward and knocks softly on the door.  “Arianthi?  It’s me.  Can I come in?”

Silence.

“Please Arianthi?”

The demons and Solomon all hear movement behind the closed door and Arianthi’s voice whispering.  There’s a soft click and the door opens.  Arianthi’s hair has been pulled back into a messy ponytail, her make up removed.  A t-shirt that is clearly Beel’s hangs to her knees, over it she wears one of Levi’s hoodies, and a pair of Belphie’s sweats peek out beneath the over sized shirts.  She’s obviously been crying.

Something sharp and painful twists in Mammon’s chest.  I did this.  I made my human cry.  I was stupid and jealous and I fucked up. I need to make this right.  He moves quickly towards the open door, attempting to push past Levi.

“Arianthi, I’m so sorry.  I didn’t mean -”

Arianthi holds up a hand to cut him off.  “Just Levi.”  Her voice is soft and hoarse.  

Levi slips past Mammon and into the room.  Arianthi shuts the door behind him and whispers the incantation to once again ward the door. 

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Levi follows me and we both take a seat on my bed, leaning up against the headboard, shoulders touching.

“Luke said he heard you being sick.”

I sigh heavily.  

I don’t want to talk about this now.  Never talking about it would be ideal.  Forgetting this whole shit show of a night would be fantastic.  

“I was sick.  Then I took a shower and brushed my teeth.  I’m fine now.

“Did you make yourself sick on purpose?”  Levi asks softly.

I turn to face him, getting my first proper look at his face and his emerging black eye.  

“Levi!  What happened to your face?”  I reach out to touch his cheek, worried.

He gently grabs my hand and pulls it down, folding it between his two large ones.  “Don’t change the subject.”

The urge to cry comes on again, hard and fast.  “I’m sorry Levi,” I whisper.

He sighs.  “I’m not mad at you.  I just........I wish you wouldn’t feel like that’s something you have to start doing again.”

“I’m sorry,” I say again.  “It just....it’s hard.  I haven’t felt that way in a long time but then......... I just felt this panic and I thought if I could get rid of the food then I would feel better.  And if I start doing it again then I can be more like what he wants.......I could be pretty.  I could be so much more than this. I could be good enough for him.”   I gesture at my body, the tears flowing freely now.

Levi thunks his head back against the headboard of the bed in frustration.  He turns me to face him, his thumbs brushing my tears from my cheeks.  

“Hey we’ve talked about this.  Remember what you told me when Mammon was selling that picture of me?  And I was so embarrassed because I didn’t want anyone seeing that much of my body?  You told me I was perfect how I was.  I didn’t have to look like Beel or Mammon to be attractive. Fuck everyone who thought differently.  You loved me.  My brothers loved me in their own weirdly deranged ways.  You said I didn’t have to change to be like anyone else to be worthy of love and the things that made me different from my brothers were what made me sexy. And then you got Mammon to delete the picture and give me all the Grimm he made from it.”

Levi grins at me. “I think you’re the only person who has ever been able to get Mammon to willingly hand over Grimm.”

I choke back a sob.  “I remember.”

“Ok, well I’m telling you the same thing now.  Don’t go back to that.  Don’t hate yourself, don’t make yourself sick to try to control things, to change things about yourself to make someone else care about you.”  Levi gives me a little shake.

“That’s easy for you to say.  I’m just a human.  Is there some stupid rule here that all demons must be skinny and mind blowingly attractive?”  

Levi looks at me for a moment then laughs.  I join in, giggling through my tears.

“I mean what I’m saying,” Levi says as he wipes away the rest of my tears.  “We all care about you, exactly how you are.  If you start to feel like you can’t handle this and need help we can talk to Diavolo.  He can send you back to the human realm to get help from the doctors there.  I’m sure he’d let you come back after.”

I bite my lip anxiously then nod.  “I’ll tell you if I can’t get a handle on it.  If I can’t, or you think I’m slipping you can tell Diavolo.”

“Pinky promise?”

I smile, linking my pinky with his.  “Pinky promise.”

Levi sighs in relief.  “Good.  Feel a little better?” 

“Yeah.  Yeah, I think so,” I answer, leaning my shoulder against his.  “Hey Levi?”

“Mmm?”

"Thank you.”

He smiles at me.  “Anything for my Henry.”   

“Could you do me a favor?  Could you tell Diavolo I want to talk to him real quick?  I want to apologize for everything that happened tonight.”

“Yeah, sure.”

I stand up and reach over to my nightstand.  I hand Levi a jumble of things; a toothbrush, a D.D.D. charger, some t-shirts, a pair of sunglasses, a white dress shirt. 

 “Can you give these back to Mammon when you go back out there?  Please?”

Levi nods and we walk to the door together.  I take down the ward and he slips through the open door.

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“She wants to talk to Diavolo,” Levi tells the crowd assembled outside Arianthi’s door.  “She’s upset but she’s not sick anymore.”

A wave of shock ripples through the rest of the brothers.  Diavolo nods and quickly enters the bedroom.

“She really doesn’t want to see any of us?”  Asmo asks, hurt.

Levi looks at the ground, trying to avoid the upset gazes of his brothers.  “It’s nothing personal Asmo.  She’s just got some stuff going on right now.  Really personal stuff.  She can’t talk about it with anyone else.  She might though.  Soon.  Just don’t be mad at her for it, please?”

Asmo nods, still obviously distressed.

“Well, now that I know she’s not sick I’m going to gather up Luke and Simeon and we’ll take our leave,” Solomon says, shooting Mammon one last dirty look before he turns and walks down the hall. 

The demons all give him a half-hearted wave goodbye. 

Levi remembers the things that Arianthi gave him and quickly shoves them into Mammon’s arms.  “Here’s all your stuff that was in Arianthi’s room.  She doesn’t want it in there anymore.”

Mammon looks down at this things in horror.  There’s a stinging sensation in his eyes, and he suddenly can’t breathe.  He bites down on his lip hard enough to draw blood, and quickly walks to his room without a word to his brothers.   

“This is really bad.”  Beel looks around at the remaining brothers.  “We have to fix this.”  

Satan sighs softly.  “This might be something we can’t fix Beel.”

“Satan’s right.  Ultimately this is going to be between Arianthi and Mammon,” Lucifer says. “The best thing we can do is to let Arianthi know we still care about her and want her in the House of Lamentation.”

He sighs. “Let’s all go to bed.  There’s nothing else to do here tonight.  I’m sure if Diavolo thinks anything is wrong he’ll let us know before he leaves.”

The brothers all exchange worried glances before they disperse to their bedrooms.

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“Hey.”  Diavolo gives me a small smile as he enters my room.

“Hey.”  I return the smile and pat my bed.  “You can come sit with me if you want.”

“Do you want to put the wards back up?”

I shake my head. “No, just close the door please.”

“Are you feeling better?”  The mattress dips under Diavolo’s weight, causing me to slide closer to him.

“Yeah, just a bad moment.”

“I’m sorry Mammon said those things about you.”  Diavolo reaches out to take my hand.  I involuntarily flinch at the touch of his fingers and he jerks his hand back.  “I’m sorry, I overstepped.”

I quickly grab his hand, lacing my fingers with his.  “It’s ok Diavolo.  I’m just feeling a little off right now.”

“Are you sure?”  He looks at me with concern.  “I don’t want to make your night worse with my attention if you don’t want it.”

I press a soft kiss to his knuckles.  “I’m sure.”

A faint blush stains Diavolo’s cheeks.  “And you promise you’re feeling better?”

I grin.  He’s absolutely adorable.  

“Promise.  I have some things I need to work on, but right now I am feeling better.” 

He squeezes my hand.  “Good.”  He pauses for a moment, looking as if he’s trying to gather his thoughts, before he turns and looks earnestly into my eyes.  

“Arianthi....... I want you to know that I don’t agree with any of the things Mammon said.  And I hope that you don’t let his outburst taint your opinions of other demons...... or of me.  I meant what I said earlier tonight, about wanting to get to know you more.  I don’t want to push you, because I know that you have feelings for Mammon, but I do hope you’re still open to giving me a chance.  And I think our encounter earlier this evening proved that I’m more than slightly attracted to you, just as you are.”

His last sentence comes out in a rushed whisper, and he’s blushing heavily.

“I wouldn’t let something like that change my opinion of you Diavolo,” I respond truthfully.  “There are some feelings regarding Mammon that I need to sort through.  I really don’t know how all those are going to shake out.  I do like you, I enjoy our time together, and I think I made it obvious earlier that I’m attracted to you too.  I meant what I said earlier about getting to know you.  I’m open to see what could happen between us.”

He smiles and places a soft kiss on the inside of my wrist.  “I’m a very patient demon.  I’ll follow your lead.  Whatever you want, no pressure at all.” 

He pushes himself up from my bed.  “I should be going.  You need your rest.”  He leans down and kisses my forehead.  “Good night Arianthi.”

I reach up and stroke his cheek.  “Diavolo?’

“Hmmm?”

“Stay with me tonight?”  This might be a bad idea, but I really just want him close to me right now.  Someone who’s open about how he feels me.  Someone strong and handsome who can distract me from this fucked up night.  

I just want some comfort.  Some cuddles.  There’s nothing wrong with that.  Right?

He hesitates a moment, shock and pleasure warring across his face.  “Are you sure?”

I bite my lip, hesitating a moment before holding my arms out to him.  “Cuddle me?”

“Your wish is my command, birthday girl.”  He grins at me, bending down to give a tight hug.

I stand up to feel more of him, nuzzling my head against his chest.  “Thank you.”

He rests his chin on my head.  “Anything for you,” he whispers.  

We stand that way for a minute, swaying slightly.  I feel safe in Diavolo’s arms, like nothing can ever hurt me.  

A demon, the Prince of the Devildom no less, is the one who makes me feel safer than I ever have before.  I internally roll my eyes and huff a small laugh against Diavolo’s chest. 

“Diavolo?”

“Mmm?”

“This is really nice, but can we get into bed?  I’m exhausted.”  I playfully slump against him to prove my point.

He effortlessly holds me up and chuckles.  “Yeah, we can do that.  Let me send a message to Barbatos really quickly to let him know he’s free to go home.” 

He reaches for his D.D.D. to tap out a quick message.

I pull away to shuck off my hoodie and sweats.  I look up to find Diavolo staring at me, eyes wide.  I look down at myself, wondering what the problem is. 

Beel’s t-shirt is all the way down to my knees, I’m wearing underwear.  I’m all covered up. What’s wrong?   Panic starts all over again. He hates what he sees. This is a mistake. He knows he made a mistake.

“Everything ok?”  I ask anxiously.

“Uh huh.  Yep.  All good here,” Diavolo says, swallowing nervously.

“Ok.”  I smile at him, and slide between the sheets, sinking into my mattress.  Diavolo moves to lay beside me, still fully clothed.  

I look up at him, confused.  “You’re not sleeping in your clothes are you?”

Diavolo’s ears turn red.  “I was considering it.”

I stare at him.  “Diavolo, we’re both adults here.  You can sleep in your boxers.  We’ll be ok.  If anything happens beyond cuddles it will only be because we both want it.  But neither one of us are going to sleep comfortably if you’re still wearing all your clothes.”

He lets out a nervous breath then grins down at me.  “You’re right, you’re right.”

He peels off his jacket and shirt, and I stare as his hands move to his belt buckle and he pushes down his pants.  

Holy. Fucking. Fuck.  Temptation has entered the chat.  

I thought Beel was a gorgeous specimen, but Diavolo surpasses even him.  Every inch is heavily muscled, perfectly defined. Smooth skin that I want to run my hands over. 

I want to climb this man like a tree and never come down.  Bad Arianthi.  Bad.  Quench your thirst. 

Diavolo slides under the sheets next to me and we roll onto our sides to face each other.  

He reaches out to hold one of my hands.  “I really am sorry your birthday ended on such a sour note.”

I squeeze his hand.  “It’s not your fault.  I’m sorry you had to see all that. Besides, it’s not all bad.  We’re here, getting to spend time together.”

He gives me a soft smile, and his hand moves up to gently stroke my arm.  “That’s true.”

I tense in automatic response to his touch.  He’s going to feel how fat my arms are.  He’s going to hate what he feels.

Diavolo’s hand stills immediately.  “Is this ok?”

I suck in a deep breath and nod, relaxing a little, waiting for the rational part of my brain to take over.  

He’s seen my arms before.  He already know what they look like.  He wouldn’t be here, touching me, spending time with me, if he didn’t want to.  

He resumes his gentle stroking, but remains silent.  He seems to be considering what he wants to say.

I place a hand on his bare chest and he shivers under my touch.  “Diavolo I can hear your wheels turning from here.  What’s on your mind?”

He smirks at me.  “I always forget how perceptive you are.”  He pauses for a minute, choosing his words carefully.  “I know that you have some issues with your body.”

I tense up again. 

His hand moves away from my arm, stroking the curve of my waist down to my hip.  Up and down.  His soft touch gradually helps me relax. 

 “I’m not going to push you to talk about it now.  But I hope someday you feel comfortable enough to talk to me about what you’re feeling.  Until then I have no problem telling you how gorgeous I find you.  How perfect your body is to me.  I’ll tell you every day.  Every hour.  Every minute, if that’s what it takes.”

I lay my head on his chest trying to hide my tears.  Happy tears this time.  After a couple minutes I regain my composure and look back up at him.  Warm golden eyes meet mine, and he smiles down at me.

I bite the inside of my cheek to hold back more tears and give him a small smile.  “Thanks.  You know, you’re going against every single demon stereotype right now.”

He pulls me to him, holding me tight.  He chuckles, and it rumbles deep in his chest.  “Maybe so.  But as long as I’m making you happy that’s all that matters.” 

He pulls back to stare down at me intently.  “I just ask that when you do struggle with things like that you talk to me.  I might not always be able to make things better, or even understand, but I want you to always be honest about your feelings with me.”

“I can do that.  But only if you promise to do the same thing.”  I press a soft kiss to his cheek.

“I promise.”  He moves to kiss my cheek in return, but I turn my head at the last minute, catching his lips with my own.

This kiss is soft, chaste, but he still gives a pleased gasp and tightens his grip on me.

He pulls away suddenly and looks down at me with concern.  “I want to kiss you. Really kiss you.”

“Then kiss me.”  I tilt my head up, ready for more.  

Diavolo frowns and bites his lip.  “You’ve had a rough night, and you’re upset.  I don’t want to take things further, if you’re not......”  He exhales sharply.  “I don’t want to take advantage of you if you’re not in a good head space right now.”

Mind.  Blown.  

Once again, a demon is being more considerate than the majority of humans I’ve dated.  He deserves to have the same consideration from me. 

“I promise you Diavolo, you won’t be taking advantage of me.  I want this.  I want you.  But if you don’t feel comfortable then I won’t push it and we’ll just cuddle and talk.  Or you can leave if you don’t feel ok about that anymore.  I won’t be mad.  I want you to be comfortable too.”

“I am more than comfortable with this as long as you are.”  Diavolo moves in to kiss me again but I press a finger to his lips, stopping him.  

“I just want to make sure that I’m being totally transparent with you.  I like you, and I do want you.  I still want to keep getting to know you.  But whatever happens between us tonight I can’t make you any promises that it will lead to anything permanent.  If you don’t feel ok doing anything more physical than kissing without a being in a relationship, then I totally understand.”  I hold my breath, waiting for his response.

He stays silent for a bit, mulling over what I’ve told him.  “I appreciate your honesty.  We’ve already decided that we want to keep learning about each other and spending more time together.  Sex won’t change what I want, and I won’t ever push you for more than you’re comfortable with.  Physically or emotionally.”

Whew.  “Same page then?”

“Same page.  Can I please kiss you now?” 

I giggle and nod, and he surges forward, pressing his lips against mine.  I sigh into the kiss, pleasure lighting up every nerve ending.  Diavolo licks along my lower lip.  

“Open your mouth,” he growls.

I instantly obey and brush my tongue against his.  He pulls me tight against him, his tongue soft against mine, expertly teasing me, gentle and exploring.  I wriggle against him, desperate for more contact.  He grips my hips and rolls onto his back, pulling me on top of him, his mouth never breaking contact with mine.

His hands tug at the hem of my shirt, asking permission.  I move up to my knees and pull it over my head, tossing it carelessly onto the floor.  

“Fuck.”  

Diavolo pulls me further up his body and turns his attention to my breasts.  He draws one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard and flicking it with his tongue.  His hand moves up to cup my other breast, gently stroking and squeezing, before his large fingers start pinching and tugging my nipple, bringing it to a stiff peak.  He cups me again, his large palm overstimulating my already sensitive breast.

I card my hands through his hair, tugging slightly and giving a small moan.  Diavolo releases my nipple from his mouth with a small pop! and gives me a wicked grin.  His hands stroke down my back and move to squeeze my ass.  He mouths my neck, teeth nipping against the tender skin.  

“Mmmmm.  So quiet.  Clearly I need to do better.  I need you moaning my name.  Telling me how good I make you feel.  Don’t hold back beautiful.  Let me hear you,” he murmurs.

He sucks hard on a particularly sensitive spot on my neck, then soothes it with a soft swipe of his tongue.

“Diavolo!”  I shudder against him and he takes the opportunity to lavish more attention on my breasts, kissing and licking, making me squirm above him.

“Mmmm, that’s more like it.”  His deep voice sends pleasant vibrations against my skin as he continues to use his mouth on me. 

I pull back and look down at him.  He’s flushed, breathing quickly, his eyes heavy lidded with desire.  “My turn.”

I lightly kiss his lips, moving down his neck slowly.  I press sensuous kisses to his chest, licking one of his nipples while I gently scrape the other with my fingernail.  

“Yes,” he hisses between clenched teeth, arching beneath me.

I grin against his chest, slowly moving down his body.  I scrape my teeth along his abs and give him a soft bite.  One large hand moves down to softly tangle in my hair.  I stop my kisses at the waistband of his boxers.  His erection strains against the fabric, but I’m not going any further without his express permission.

I look up at him through my lashes and give a small tug on his boxers.  “Are you ok with this?”

His hand tightens in my hair.  “Don’t you dare stop now.”

“Perfect.” 

I give his stomach one last kiss and palm him through thin fabric.  His hips arch up and he ruts against my hand, the front of his boxers already wet with pre-cum. 

I pull his boxers down, slowly freeing his erection.  He lifts his hips, speeding the process along.  I quickly toss away his discarded boxers, and reach out to stroke him.  

He’s huge.  

I suddenly have doubts about how he’s going to fit in my.......well anything really.  Then Diavolo moans my name and everything else disappears.

I continue to stroke him, relishing the velvet feel of his skin against my hand.  I lower my head to give him kitten licks, slowly swiping my tongue against the head of his cock and his slit, lapping up his pre-cum. 

“Fuck.”  Diavolo fists his hands into my hair.  “More.  Please.”

It’s a heady feeling, having the prince of the Devildom beneath me and begging for my mouth.  I wrap my lips around the head of his cock and begin sucking, continuing to stroke his shaft, my hand moving in rhythm with my mouth. 

Diavolo tries to keep his hips still, but he can’t help thrusting up into my mouth, greedy for more contact.  I gag, my eyes tearing up, but I continue on, his pleasure the only thing on my mind.  I eventually remove my hand, my mouth bobbing up and down on his cock.  It’s a messy, sloppy blow job, but from his groans of pleasure I don’t think he minds. 

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” Diavolo breathes, those words somewhere between a plea and a prayer. 

I reach between his legs to cup his balls, my mouth still wrapped around his thick cock.  His hips buck, his back arching off the bed, and I can feel the muscles in his thighs tighten.  He tugs on my hair, pulling me off of him, and I release his cock reluctantly.

“Something wrong?” I ask with a grin, wiping the back of my hand across my mouth.

“If you keep doing that I’m going to cum.”  Diavolo’s chest is heaving and he grips my wrists tightly.

I arch an eyebrow at him.  “And that’s bad because.......?”

He growls and yanks me up his body.  “Because I need to taste you.  Now.  And when I cum I’m going to cum inside you.  I want to see your face when I mark you as mine for the first time.”

He keeps pulling me up until my thighs are resting on either side of his head.  He presses a kiss to my inner thigh.  “Hold on to the headboard.”

“Wha-? Oh god!”  I lose my train of thought as Diavolo gives a sharp bite to the inside of my thigh.  He turns his head and brushes kisses along the other.

He brings a finger up and slowly circles my clit.  

“So pretty,” he mumbles.  “And so wet.  Just for me.”  

He lazily swipes his finger through my folds, up and down, before returning to press on my clit.

I grip the headboard, panting.  “Diavolo..... no teasing.”

He presses one finger into me, stretching me. He strokes slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size.

I whimper and attempt to move my hips.  One large hand grabs my thigh, holding me still.  Diavolo adds a second finger, stroking in and out, working me into a frenzy.

My grip on the headboard tightens.  “Your mouth, use your mouth.  Please,” I beg.

Diavolo continues his maddeningly slow pace, pressing his thumb against my clit for further stimulation.  

“I can’t hear you princess.  Be a little louder for me.  Use your words.”  He blows a breath of cool air against my heated core and I shiver, tightening around his fingers.

“Diavolo please!  I need your mouth on me.  Please!”  I’m no longer worried about keeping quiet.  The whole House of Lamentation could hear me for all I care.  My one need is to feel Diavolo’s mouth on my pussy.  NOW.

He laughs and gives my thigh one last kiss.  “Good girl.”  He slowly and deliberately swipes his tongue against my clit. 

“Fuck!” 

He removes his fingers and presses an open mouth kiss against me, his tongue stroking through my folds.  “You taste even better than I imagined you would.

My hips buck.  “More,” I mewl helplessly.

Diavolo’s hands grab my hips roughly and he plunges his tongue inside me.  I scream, overwhelmed by the sensation.  He keeps a firm grip on me, never allowing me to move away.  He begins using his hands to guide my hips in an up and down rhythm, his tongue thrusting in and out.

He’s making me fuck his face.

Everything begins to fade around me.  Nothing matters but the sensation of Diavolo’s tongue between my thighs.

“Diavolo..........Diavolo I’m going to cum.  I’m going to cum.”  I’m a whimpering mess, unable to do anything but hold tight to the headboard and let pleasure sweep me away. 

He removes his mouth from me long enough to say, “Then cum for me Arianthi.  I need you on my tongue.”  

His presses a finger against my clit, circling it roughly while he resumes fucking me with his tongue.  Tension gathers in my core, tighter and tighter until it finally snaps.

“Diavolo!”  I scream, shuddering against him.  My vision flashes white as my orgasm takes over.  He continues to stroke and lick me through my release, lapping up everything I give him.

I’m trembling when he eases me off of him and lays me back on the mattress.  He rolls over on top of me, grinning and looking pleased with himself.

He brings his mouth to mine and gives me a deep kiss.  I can taste myself on his tongue, and I moan into the kiss, greedy for more of whatever he wants to give me.  

“Good?” he whispers against my lips.

“Try amazing,” I whisper back, lacing my hands behind his neck and bringing him down for another kiss. 

He breaks the kiss and laughs, moving to settle his hips between my thighs.  He reaches between us to stroke his cock a few times, using the head to tease my already overstimulated clit.

He looks up and meets my eyes.  “Is this ok?  Do you still want this?”

I nod and tilt my hips up to meet his.  “I want this.”

He slowly pushes the head of his cock into my pussy.  I tense slightly and he stops.

He’s so big.  How is he this big?  Are all demons this big?  Goddamn Diavolo you could split a girl in half.

Diavolo presses a soft kiss to my lips.  “Relax baby.  I won’t hurt you. I’ll be so gentle with you.”

My body melts into his, soothed by his sweet words.  He continues pressing into me, inch by excruciatingly pleasurable inch.

“You’re so beautiful Arianthi. And so wet for me.  Such a tight fit baby.  Like you were made just for me. Fuuuuuuuuck...... I love the way you feel.”  Diavolo murmurs against my neck, kissing and nuzzling me between endearments.  

He lets out a beautifully obscene moan once he’s fully sheathed, and gives me time to adjust to his size.  I’m panting, already overwhelmed by the feel of him.

“Are you ok if I move?”

“Fuck yes,” I whisper, rocking my hips against his.

He pulls out, only to thrust back in slowly, drawing out every ounce of pleasure he can.  I throw my head back against my pillows and close my eyes, reveling in sensations.  His cock inside me, his lips on my neck, the feel of his hair between my fingers, the weight of his body pressing me down into the mattress.

Diavolo continues to slowly thrust, building our mutual ecstasy. I feel his mouth against my ear.  

“Look at me,” he orders, nipping at my earlobe.

I gasp and focus my eyes on his face.

“I want your eyes on me princess.”  He snaps his hips against mine, increasing his pace.  “I want you looking at me when you cum, knowing it’s me that made you feel this way.  I don’t want you thinking about Mammon.  I want all your attention on me and how good I make you feel.”

“Yes,” I whimper, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“What’s that baby?”  Diavolo thrusts into me hard, leaving me gasping for breath.

“Only you Diavolo.  Only you,”  I cry out.

He gives me a feral grin.  “Good girl.”

He deepens his thrusts, grinding against me every time our hips meet.  He holds himself up on one forearm, bringing his other hand between us, fingers sliding down my stomach to rub against my clit.

I scream his name, fingertips digging into his shoulders.  I’m coming undone, quickly.  Diavolo feels me tensing beneath him and kisses me, tongue entering my mouth and mimicking the movements of his cock.

I break away, gasping for air.  “Diavolo I’m going to -”

“Me too.”  He’s breathless, chasing his own orgasm.  He rests his forehead against mine.  “Please look at me.  I need to see you.”

I open my eyes and he looks down at me, eyes glazed with lust.  His hips stutter and his thrusts become sloppy.  He pushes into me one last time, and I feel the warmth of his release as he cums, moaning my name.  The sensation of his cock twitching inside me sends me over the edge, and I bury my face into his neck as my pussy clenches around his cock. 

We’re both breathing hard when I pull back to look at him, and he leans down to repeatedly press soft kisses to my lips.  He stays inside me as we kiss and hold each other for a few minutes, reluctant to separate. 

“Are you ok?”  Diavolo whispers, nose nuzzling my cheek.

“That was ........ I can’t....wow....you’re amazing,” I answer, giggling as his nose tickles me.  “Are you ok?”

“I don’t know if I’ve ever felt this happy.”  He smiles down at me, giving me one last kiss before he pulls out and stretches out beside me. He curls into the position of big spoon and pulls me tight against his chest, one arm wrapping around me protectively.  

He kisses the back of my neck, and pulls the blankets over us.  “I think we’ve earned a little rest.”  

I nestle back into the warmth of his chest and relax, listening as Diavolo’s breathing becomes slow and even.  I close my eyes, settling into the comfort of his body against mine when a sudden noise makes my eyes fly open.

I scan my bedroom before my gaze settles on my door, cracked open, light from the hallway spilling into my room.  My eyes fly up and land on the pale face staring at me from the doorway.

Oh, fuck. 

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Mammon wanders the hallways of the House of Lamentation, miserable over the way things had happened at Arianthi’s party.  He can’t sleep, sick to his stomach that he had let his jealousy and pride hurt the person that he cared about the most.

I gotta find a way to make this up to her, to show her I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean it.  It was so stupid.  All I need is a chance to apologize and I’ll promise to never do it again. I just need to get her to listen to me for five minutes so I can give her the birthday present I got her and tell her how I really feel.

A cry catches his attention and he follows the sound to investigate.  He ends up in front of Arianthi’s door.  It’s barely cracked open and he can hear whimpers coming from inside her room.  Worried that she may be sick again he softly pushes the door open a little wider.  What he sees makes vomit rise in his throat and tears spill down his cheeks. 

Diavolo is on top of Arianthi, thrusting his cock into her slowly and whispering things Mammon can’t hear.  What he can hear is Arianthi moaning in pleasure as she writhes beneath Diavolo, bucking her hips up to meet his every thrust.  He watches in horror as they cry out in pleasure together, then gently kiss and whisper to each other as they come down from their shared high. 

What did I do?  Did I fuck up this badly?  Or has this been going on right under my nose the whole time?  No, no, Arianthi’s not like that.  I did this.  I pushed her away every time she started to get close. This happened because I fucked up.  I didn’t treat her right, I didn’t let her know I cared.  This is on me.

Mammon roughly wipes the tears from his cheeks as he watches Diavolo wrap himself around Arianthi and they settle in to sleep.  He can hear Arianthi’s sigh of contentment as she cuddles back into Diavolo.

He stares at them a moment longer, something deep and ugly taking root in his chest.  Rage, jealousy, pain, love, and regret war inside him, each begging to be released.  

That should be me. She’s MY human. MY girl. I’m her FIRST man. That should be ME.

Mammon’s breath catches as Arianthi’s eyes snap open and focus on him.  He looks at the person he loves above all others, tears falling openly down his face, as she gazes back at him in shock from the comfort of another demon’s arms. 

[ayatosmlktea]

Can you please do a college au where levi overhears reader singing one time and immediately falls for her and somehow they end up in a group project together and that leads to... idk stuff. You take it from there

A/N: Song used is Who - Lauv ft BTS

𝑰’𝒍𝒍 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒀𝒐𝒖 ❤️

The first time Levi had heard someone singing had been in passing. He had been running late to one of his more important classes and hadn’t bothered to pay attention to the melodic voice coming from a room he was running past. The nameless voice had gotten stuck in his head much to his frustration. It sounded so familiar and yet any time he tried to put a face to it it just didn’t match. The voice had stayed with him and Levi found himself constantly walking past their room hoping to catch a glimpse of the person behind the voice. It had been a few days and he was ready to give up, whoever lived in that room either never left it or functioned at ungodly hours of the night because he could have sworn it was like there was never anything different about the space.

Until one night, almost two weeks later Levi had stayed at the library studying for midterms until they had forcibly kicked him out. His eyes were burning with exhaustion, feet dragging against the carpeted floors of the dorms when he heard it again.

Oh I’m sick of waiting for love

Oh I know you’re that you’re not the one

Levi stopped dead in his tracks. His tired eyes widening as that familiar voice drifted into his ears, it was softer than it had been the first time but still so sweet and hypnotizing. The door swinging open suddenly startled him as he was met with Y/N. He was shocked, she was in a couple of his classes and wasn’t much of a socialite. The fact that her voice was so soft and beautiful instantly had his already small crush rapidly blossoming into something bigger.

Y/N shoulders jolted back as she noticed Levi standing outside her door, not saying anything just staring at her with his signature look of indifference.

“Jesus you scared me!” She laughed nervously feeling her cheeks begin to grow hot under his unwavering stare.

“That was you singing?” His blunt question makes her blush harder, she hadn’t thought anyone would have been awake to hear her.

“Uh yeah, sorry if it bothered you” rubbing her hand across the back of her neck uncomfortably she shifted her weight between her feet wishing that she had showered earlier to spare her this awkward interaction.

She was no stranger to Levi and had developed a massive crush on him since their first year of college. The fact that he was now staring her down after hearing her singing a stupid love song that had been prompted by her unending lonliness was making her wish she was anywhere else.

“Oh, you don’t suck” was all he mumbled before walking away leaving her dumbfounded and wondering how to feel about his comment.

‘You don’t suck??? Really, that’s the best you could come up with? Oh God she probably thinks we’re so lame’ Levi was mentally pulling his hair out. The one chance he’d had to say something flirty to the girl he liked had gone terribly wrong. He could only pray that she would forget about it before their class the next morning and spare him the embarrassment of being a total clueless idiot when it came to flirting. Groaning as he replayed their encounter in his head he pulled the blankets up this face hoping that he’d be swallowed by his mattress during the night.

The next morning came as usual, much to his dismay. His stomach was churning with anxiety at the thought of having to face her in class.

‘Just act cool, you can do this. She’s only the girl you’ve been crushing on for like two years, no big deal. God look at you, get your shit together dude.’ Levi’s internal monologue was doing little to help calm the storm of nerves that was swimming in his gut. All he could do was wait and see how she reacted, maybe she was going to pretend like nothing happened. It would be better than her acting like he’d been a total creep, but he secretly wanted an opportunity to get to know her better. Now that he had a face to place with the voice he couldn’t get her out of his head, her voice matched her personality to a tee. Sweet, soft spoken and utterly beautiful.

‘You’re getting way too fucking soft’

“As you all probably know, you have a group assignment coming up in the next couple of weeks. Rather than have you make your own teams I’ve already paired you up into groups, you can find your partner’s name on the list I posted on the course website. If you have any questions now’s the time to ask.” Their teacher announced, Levi’s heart was pounding in his chest as he pulled up the list. His name was at the top of the list with Y/N’s next to his. 

His eyes scanned the room for her, their gazes meeting instantly and he gave her a small nod of acknowledgement which she returned with a small smile that sent butterflies straight to his stomach. If this wasn’t a sign that the universe was on his side he didn’t know what else to make of it. It was almost too good to be true but he was going to take full advantage of it despite his lack of romantic experience. Y/N was going to be his before the end of the semester.

♡    ♡    ♡

Y/N and Levi were a match made in heaven, she wasn’t lazy like other people he’d worked with in the past. Their assignment was coming along great and throughout the first week that they’d been working together Y/N had opened up a lot more to him and in turn he’d grown comfortable around her. Her dorm was a lot cozier than his, the fairy lights that were strung around her room were giving off a dangerous romantic vibe and the longer he watched her chew her lip in between her teeth the more he wanted to pull it between his own. 

She started humming lightly, a habit he’d picked up on within the first day of them meeting up to work on the project. It was something she did absentmindedly but what he really wanted to hear was that beautiful voice doing more than just singing. Levi had found that flirting was easier than the first time he’d tried complimenting her, the more time he spent with Y/N the more things he found that he adored about her. The main one being how she’d blush whenever she caught him staring, it made him feel confident knowing that he had such an effect on her.

“So I was thinking maybe we could move this part a bit later on in the paper and expand more…” her words slowly trailed off as her eyes moved away from the screen in front of her to his intense gaze. A familiar blush spread across her cheeks as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

“You’re really beautiful, Y/N” Her eyes widened almost comically at his words before looking away.

“I’m sure you say that to every girl you find cute” she mumbled before going back to typing. His hands grab her forearms as he moves his chair closer to hers.

“The only girl I’ve found cute enough to confess my feelings for is sitting in front of me” he whispered against her ear. Levi was putting up a facade of being confident but on the inside he was dying, if this backfired against him he didn’t think he’d be able to face her ever again.

“You like me?” Y/N asked quietly, her eyes reluctantly meeting his.

“Yeah I do, I have for a long time.” Y/N could have sworn her entire face was as red as a tomato from how hot it felt.

“Can I kiss you?” If Levi wasn’t so nervous he would have chuckled at how adorably shocked she looked, but the slightest nod of her head had him impatiently cupping her face in his hands and pulling her towards him. The feeling of her plush lips against his was euphoric, every nerve in his body was on fire at how right it felt. Her fingers grabbed at the material of his shirt as she pushed back against his mouth enthusiastically.

 He tilted his head slightly to better angle their kiss giving him the opportunity to capture her bottom lip between his teeth. The sultry moan she let out as he scraped against her swollen lip sent bolts of heat to his groin. They pulled back when the need for air became too much, their kiss left him feeling light headed and he didn’t have much time to react before she was climbing onto his lap grabbing fistfuls of his hair and kissing him again.

“I wonder what other pretty sounds I can get from you tonight. I want to hear you sing for me” Levi had expected her to blush, or push him away not flash him the sexiest smirk he’d ever seen in his life.

“You wanna hear me sing huh? You’re going to have to work for it then.” Y/N was definitely going to be the death of him.

Masterlist

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The Baby Race Chapter 3: The Guy’s Protective Sides

Masterlist (Click on the link for Parts 1 and 2)

Relationships: Mainly Gruvia and Nalu, but also Gajevy and brief Jerza.

Warnings: Mentions of smut and nudity.

Summary: Now that that the guys have confessed and shown their love to the girls, they start to get a little protective when something threatens the ones they love.

A/N: So I stayed up until 3:30 am writing this because inspiration struck and I got comments asking for a part three, so I figured hey why not crank this thing out tonight so when I'm studying for my exam today I'll have your comments on this new chapter to look forward too! So please read and comment what you think to brighten my day while I study for my super hard test tomorrow! I'm also planning on writing a part four but I'll only do it if you guys comment on this part! Enjoy chapter 3!

"Oh Gray-sama." Juvia moans as Gray's hands roam all over her body as he left love-bites on her neck.

His touch was as cold as ice, and it sent shivers down Juvia's spine, and ironically it also sent heat down to her core as well as his hands moved along her torso. She didn't know when or how he stripped down to his boxer-briefs, but she didn't quite care about the mechanics of his stripping habit at the moment. Not when her core throbbed at the sight of the prominent tent in his boxers and his strong, calloused hands hooked into the sides of her panties and began to pull them off while her legs rested over his shoulder.

"You know, now I appreciate the fact that you never wear pants." Gray says.

Juvia looks confused until Gray smirks.

"It makes it a lot quicker for me to get these out of the way so I can fuck you." He explains before pulling her panties off her feet and tossing them across the room.

"Oh Gray-sama you're so vulgar!" Juvia exclaims.

Gray smiles at her and settles himself between her legs.

But little did they know that Gajeel had reached their door and had opened it just in time for Juvia's panties to hit him in the face. He pulled his head back into the hallway, and pulled the fabric off of his face which turned bright red once he saw that they were Juvia's panties and then he went to try to open the door again but the chain stopped him from getting in all the way.

"Hey ice dick! Get off of Juvia right now and come out here and explain yourself!" Gajeel shouted at him.

Gray and Juvia immediately halted their activities and blushed.

"Gajeel!" They both exclaim.

They heard him banging against the door so they quickly scrambled to fix their clothes and make themselves look decent. However, Juvia was unable to find her panties.

Gajeel broke the door down and walked right up to Gray who had just finished pulling up his pants and was now frowning at the dragon slayer in front of him.

"You listen here ice prick." Gajeel says and presses his finger on Gray's chest.

"I know what you're doing here and it ain't good for her! You break her heart, I'll break your face."

"Gajeel-kun, Juvia will beat you to a pulp if you damage Gray-sama's face!" Juvia shouts at Gajeel.

Gray smirked as the dragon slayer's stern face softened and his cheeks reddened. Then he doubled over in pain as Gajeel turned his fist into iron and punched him in the gut.

"Gray-sama!" Juvia exclaims and rushes to his side.

She knelt down and held his arm, looking over him with concern.

"I'm fine Juvia." Gray says weakly with his hand over his stomach.

"What was that for Gajeel!" Levy shouts, now cross with Gajeel.

"That was for him taking advantage of Juvia!" Gajeel answers.

"Gray-sama would never take advantage of Juvia!" Juvia retorts and stands up to face Gajeel.

"He asked Juvia to marry him!"

Gajeel looked at the ring on Juvia's finger and gulped.

"Juvia's going to be his wife! We're going to spend the rest of our lives together and have children and live happily ever after!" Juvia explains.

"Oh..." He says softly.

He rushed to conclusions and made a big mistake. He held out his hand to Gray and helped him stand up.

"I'm sorry about that Gray. I just didn't want to think of you taking advantage of Juvia. I was just a little surprised to see you up here bein' all lovey dovey when you barely gave her a lick of attention until today. Made me assume some stuff about the two of ya. And I still don't think you guys are really that great together but as long as she's happy I guess I can live with it." Gajeel explains.

"I understand." Gray says and gives him a fake smile.

"Thanks for the blessing, even though I don't think I needed it."

"Juvia, I'm having the girls over at Gajeel and I's tomorrow. Would you like to come join us?" Levy quickly interjects before Gajeel can start a fight with Gray.

"Yes that sounds great!" Juvia exclaims.

"It'll be the perfect chance for Juvia to show off her ring and tell everyone the good news!"

Once Gajeel and Levy left, Gray shut the door and stayed there, facing away from Juvia.

"Gray-sama..." Juvia says worriedly when she notices Gray lost in thought.

Gray stood up with a frown on his face.

"Maybe Gajeel's right. Maybe us being together isn't a good idea." He says.

Juvia felt like a dagger went right through her heart.

"What are you talking about? You just said you loved me!" Juvia exclaims.

Gray looks away from her so he doesn't have to see the tears in her eyes.

"And I do, but..." He starts then trails off.

"Then tell Juvia why right now!" Juvia exclaims and runs in front of him.

Gray looks at her and his jaw sets as he sits back down on the bed.

"It's because Gajeel hit me..." Gray says.

"So it's his fault you want to break up with Juvia! Oh Juvia's going to kill him now-" Juvia growls.

"No Juvia it's not him it's me. I want to break up because I couldn't stop Gajeel from hitting me." Gray explains.

"Juvia doesn't understand." Juvia says.

Gray looks down in-between his legs before explaining.

"I swore that before I got together with you that I would become a man who can protect you. If I couldn't stop Gajeel from hitting me out of nowhere like that, then how could I stop someone who would try to hit you without warning. Or worse. Juvia, when I was a kid I saw my father die and it was one of the worst things I ever saw in my entire life. It still haunts me to this day. I don't want our kids to go through that too because their father wasn't strong enough to protect them or himself." Gray says.

Juvia came and knelt in-between his legs before holding Gray's hands.

"Gray-sama, you don't have to protect us on your own, we're partners now, we'll protect our children together as a mother and father should." Juvia says.

"But what if we get attacked while you're pregnant?" Gray asks.

"It'll be too dangerous for the baby for you to fight too, I'll have to protect you both and if I can't and something happened to the two of you I'd never move on from it!" Gray exclaims before Juvia cuts him off with a kiss.

"You're stronger than you think you are Gray-sama. Juvia believes you can protect her and the baby you'll put inside her." Juvia says and places his hand over her womb.

"I love you Juvia." Gray says.

"So much more than I've ever told you."

"Juvia loves you too, much more than she can express with words Gray-sama." Juvia says and they kiss again.

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The fire crackled as Lucy laid on her side in Natsu's hammock, completely naked and trying to catch her breath as was he, as he laid next to her, equally naked, and looking at her like she was the most precious thing in the world to him, which she was.

Lucy's cheeks were still flushed and she shyly held the blanket up over her chest, feeling shy about him seeing her breasts, despite the fact that he had just seen all of her a few minutes ago, bare and shamelessly spread out for him on the carpet in front of the fireplace as they lost their virginities together.

"Are you okay Lucy?" Natsu asks her softly after a few moments.

"I wasn't too rough with you was I?" He asks.

"No you were fine Natsu." Lucy says.

She smiles and cups his cheek in her hand.

"You didn't hurt me, if that's what you were worried about." Lucy says.

"I was a bit worried about that." Natsu says then smirks.

"But now I'm happy because now I know that all of that screamin' was because you liked it."

Lucy yelped in surprise and hid her face under her blanket even more to hide the furious blush on her cheeks. Natsu laughed and wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer to him.

"Why do you seem so shy Lucy?" He asks her.

"Did I upset you somehow?"

"No, Natsu you haven't done anything wrong tonight, you were perfect as surprising as that may be." Lucy says and smiles at him.

Natsu snickers before looking at her lustfully.

"You've forgotten that I grew up in a bar Luce. You know how pervy the older guys are. Even before I hit puberty they told me all sorts of things about what they do to women and where they like to be touched." Natsu explains.

Lucy gasps as Natsu grabs one of her breasts under the blanket and begins to squeeze it. She moans as he fondles it in just the way she liked before letting out an airy sigh of pleasure as he attached his mouth to her neck and began to suck a hickey onto it.

"I wasn't expecting you to know so much more about this than I was." Lucy explains in an airy voice as Natsu's touches made her head feel lighter.

"It makes me worried that I might not be enough for you though." She continues and Natsu halts his actions and looks up at her worried expression.

"If you know more about sex than me, then I must have bored you tonight. Perhaps you'd be more compatible with a girl whose got more experience than I do." Lucy says sadly.

"Lucy." He says softly and brings his head up to face hers.

"I never get bored when I'm with you, and I certainly wasn't bored tonight. I mean look at you, who would get bored while they're making love to the sexiest woman in Fiore." Natsu compliments and Lucy blushes as he kisses her cheek.

"And honestly, I was worried that you'd get bored with me, seeing as how I don't know anything about a romantic relationship and I always seem to upset you somehow if I say or do anything nice for ya'." Natsu admits and looks away from her.

"Then I guess we can both learn from each other then." Lucy says and snuggles closer to Natsu.

"We'll fill the gaps for each other to make our relationship whole."

"You're the perfect girl for me Lucy. I mean it. I'll never love anyone else like I love you." Natsu says.

"And you're the dragon that turned out to be my Prince Charming. I love you Natsu, now and always." Lucy says.

Their faces were close enough that their noses crossed, and as they looked into each other's eyes there was nothing but love and longing in their gaze. Then they both brought their lips together and began to kiss again.

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Lucy hummed a little tune with herself and Plue as they walked along a cobblestone path in the woods that led to Levy and Gajeel's house. When they entered the clearing it was in, the first thing Lucy saw was Gajeel and Lily doing some sort of construction work.

"Hey bunny girl!" Gajeel calls to her.

"What are ya doin' here? Salamander didn't come with ya did he?"

"No it's just me and Plue." Lucy says with a smile.

"Puun-puun!" Plue says and waves.

"We came by to drop off some berries that grow by Natsu and Happy's house. I thought you and Levy would like some fresh fruit." Lucy explains and hands him the basket.

"These berries aren't poisonous are they?" Gajeel asks.

"What! No! Of course not, why would I want to poison my best friend and her boyfriend?" Lucy asks.

"So that you and Salamander can have kids before us and have them start training because they'll be older so they'll be the strongest in the guild!" Gajeel explains.

"If you think I really care about that dumb baby race you boys started out of your own delusions then you've lost your mind. Besides, I'm not even pregnant anyway!" Lucy reminds him.

She gasps when Gajeel leans in close to her and sniffs her.

"Nope. Yer not pregnant." He says and leans back.

"But even if ya were, I wouldn't be able to smell it on you until about two weeks or so anyway." Gajeel says and turns back to what he was working on.

Lucy placed her hand over her womb thoughtfully as she pondered the possibility that Natsu might have gotten her pregnant last night.

"Alright, now the crib's all done!" Gajeel says proudly.

He turned around to show Lucy and she yelped and Plue jumped into her arms in fear when they saw that haphazardly slapped together pieces of shrapnel that looked more like a bed of nails than a baby's bed.

"What do ya think? Ain't it great! The kids'll sleep safe and sound in this thing. It's made entirely out of iron so there's no way they'll be able to fall out or move the bars!" Gajeel says.

And I'm sure the iron from their blood when they poke themselves on all of those jagged edges will only reinforce it. Lucy thought to herself.

"Lu-chan you're here!" Levy exclaims.

Lucy turned to see Levy walk towards her and give her a hug.

"Hey Levy, I'm sorry I'm late." Lucy apologizes.

"Don't worry about it. The girls and I just finished making lunch. Juvia isn't even here yet. I bet she and Gray are still occupied." Levy says.

She giggles when she notices Gajeel tense at the mention of Gray and Juvia's recent development in their relationship.

"What's this?" Levy asks, looking at the crib.

"It's what our babies are gonna sleep in!" Gajeel tells her.

Levy's eyes went wide and she placed both of her hands over her swollen belly as if to protect her children from the death trap that their father had created for them. She looked at Lily and he mouthed:"play along".

"Oh." She says softly and forces a grin.

"Well it's certainly something darling. Let's talk about it later."

She then quickly rushed Lucy inside to avoid having a difficult conversation with Gajeel about saving money by building the household furniture himself.

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Lucy loved spending time with the girls in Fairy Tail. Whether it was in the bath house or at Fairy Hills, it was nice to take a break from the rowdy boys and just enjoy each other's company. And gossip of course. And since Lucy had her first date with Natsu last night, she was the hot topic of today’s brunch conversation.

"What did he do?" Mira asks eagerly.

"He didn't drag you to watch him beat somebody up did he?" Bisca asks.

"No, that's what he wanted to do at first but I told him not to do that." Lucy explains.

"So then what did he do?" Wendy asks.

"Did he do something romantic?"

"Actually, yeah he did. He set up this delicious picnic under the stars in his yard. We ate and he listened to me tell him about the different constellations and then we went back inside and-"

"He proposed!" Juvia exclaims as she bursts through Levy's front door.

"Congratulations Juvia!" All the girls cheer.

Then Carla flew over to a banner on the wall and unfurled it to reveal a sign that said the same thing with wedding themed decorations on it.

Juvia was stunned.

"Levy, did you organize this party for me?" Juvia asks.

"Yep! I wanted to do something to celebrate you and Gray's engagement so I got all the girls together to throw you a party! Congratulations!" Levy says.

"You're all too kind!" Juvia exclaims then starts to cry tears of joy that almost flooded the whole first floor of the house.

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Juvia enjoyed her party a lot. It was a whole hour where she got to gush about her relationship with Gray, and for the first time, it wasn't all just a fantasy in her head. It really happened! Gray proposed to her! She had a ring made out of ice to prove it too.

"It's a beautiful ring." Erza says.

"Thank you Erza. I'm sure Jellal will get you one that's just as beautiful." Juvia says.

At the mention of Jellal possibly proposing to her, Erza's face turned as red as her hair and she delved into a little fantasy of her own.

"You'd better be careful with that ring. If Natsu's flames get too close it could melt off." Lucy warns her.

"And why would Natsu's magic be used to melt the ring that Gray-sama gave to Juvia? Does Juvia's love-rival have some sort of plan to break us up so that she can have Gray-sama andNatsu!" Juvia growls.

"No no no! Juvia for the last time I am not in love with Gray at all I love Natsu! But you know how those two fight, all I'm saying is that maybe don't stand so close to Gray when that's happening or else that beautiful ring will melt." Lucy explains.

"Well all Juvia is saying is that a blonde bimbo like you should at least be able to hold down her man!" Juvia retorts.

"Ha ha! I'm sure she did that when she slept at Natsu's place last night!" Cana says and Wendy covers her ears and ducks her head under the table.

Lucy frowned. She should have known that Cana would say something like that, especially when she's drunk.

"Wait you mean you didn't go home after your date with Natsu last night?" Erza asks, suddenly intrigued.

"Who says I didn't?" Lucy chuckles.

"I did! I stopped by your place last night and slept there until morning and you never came back." Cana explains.

Dammit. Lucy thought.

"Wait so does that mean you and Natsu..." Levy starts.

All of the girls gasped and Lucy blushed. She already knew where this conversation was heading and she didn't like it. If she told them the truth and said yes then she'd be assaulted with inappropriate questions about how she and Natsu lost their virginities together. She wasn't even entirely sure of what to make of what they did last night. It was good, no doubt but, now she was worried that the girls might make fun of her and she'd discover that it actually sucked!

"No! We didn't. I told him I wanted to take things slow and he was fine with that. But I was tired so he offered to let me stay the night at his place." Lucy half-lies.

"Awwww." All the girls say and Lucy exhaled in relief that they bought it.

"Natsu really is such a sweet guy. And he loves you so much. I wouldn't be surprised if the next time you see him he's down on one knee." Lisanna says.

"Oh yeah right." Lucy says sarcastically.

She hears a knock on the door and decides to go answer it to end the ridiculous conversation.

"You girls expect way too much of Natsu, you have no idea what he's really like. I bet you all think that as soon as I open this door I'm gonna find him there on one knee ready to pop the question, well let me tell you, it's gonna take that man years to get his head on straight enough to do that!"

Lucy opens the door, and then screams and jumps back when that's exactly what she sees.

All of the other girls gasp in surprise, a new air of excitement hanging over them when they see Natsu in the doorway, on one knee, smiling at Lucy.

"Hey Lucy, I've got something to ask you." Natsu says.

Lucy's face went pale and her heart pounded. Holy shit is this really happening!? She screams in her head.

The girls behind her all let out little yelps of excitement from the huge milestone they'd all been waiting for.

"Y-you d-do?" Lucy stammers, unsure if she should be overjoyed or terrified of the question Natsu was about to ask her.

I mean, on one hand she should be happy. If he wanted to have and raise kids with her then she would expect that he'd want to put a ring on it but she never thought it would actually happen, nor was she entirely sure that she wanted it to.

Natsu holds something up in his fingers and Lucy stopped breathing when she saw it was shining in the sun and on top of a ring.

Holy crap this is really happening! He's gonna propose to me! He wants me to marry him and become Mrs. Lucy Dragneel! She shouts in her head.

"After I knocked on the door I saw this shiny earring on the ground and I knelt down to pick it up and it looks just like yours, did you lose one?" Natsu asks.

All of the girls fell over in disappointment and Lucy let out a sigh that was both out of disappointment and relief.

Lucy felt both of her ear lobes and smiled.

"Yeah Natsu I did lose an earring, thank you for finding it." Lucy says and takes it from him.

"No problem." Natsu says as she puts it back on.

"So wanna head back to my place or yours to screw around again?"

Lucy stiffened in fear when he asked that question, and all of the girls sat up in surprise.

"WHAT?!" They collectively shouted.

"Did I just hear that right? Did Natsu invite Lucy to have intercourse with him, again?" Juvia asks.

"You know what that means ladies!" Cana shouts and Wendy runs away with Carla to get out of earshot.

"Oh my gosh she did fuck Natsu last night!" Bisca exclaims.

Lucy's face turned bright red as all of the girls freaked out and gave her congratulations on losing her virginity.

"Oh come on we all saw how Lucy reacted when we asked her if she slept with Natsu last night!" Cana slurs while holding her wine bottle.

"I doubt she did anything other than lie there with her legs open while Natsu did all the work!"

All of the girls laughed and Lucy looked away in shame and embarrassment as a few of them agreed with Cana.

Natsu looked to see Lucy's reaction to what Cana said and his heart seized in his chest when he saw how sad Lucy looked, and whenever he saw her look like that, his fire would burn through his veins and a few flames started to flicker on his fist, ready to take down whatever was making the girl he loved so upset. But he wouldn't strike this time, because he grew up with these girls and they were his and Lucy's friends, he'd never use his magic on them or wish to harm them, even though they were about to make Lucy cry, an act that would be unforgivable if it was anyone else other than his guild mates.

"Hey shut up!" Natsu shouts at them.

Their taunting immediately stopped and Lucy looked up at Natsu in surprise, her eyes sparkling with tears that had threatened to fall. Was Natsu defending her?

"That's not funny! Can't you see you're making Lucy upset!" He continues.

The girls look and see how Lucy was looking sad.

"Oh my gosh, Lu-chan did we really make you upset?" Levy asks.

Lucy doesn't say anything but she does nod a bit.

All of the girls gasped and went and hugged her and apologized too.

Natsu smiled once he saw Lucy smiling, he could relax now that he knew that Lucy was happy.

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As they walked home from Levy's house Lucy held his hand and pressed herself close to him which confused Natsu.

"Any particular reason you're leanin' on me like this? Are your legs botherin' you or somethin'? Do you want me to carry you?" Natsu offers.

"No I'm fine. I just want to be close to you, that's all." Lucy says and places her hand on his bicep.

Natsu smiled at her and they continued to walk in silence for a bit.

"Thank you." Lucy says, breaking the silence.

"Thank you?" Natsu asks. "For what?"

"For standing up for me back at Levy and Gajeel's." Lucy clarifies.

"Oh that? That was nothing really. I just don't like seeing you sad so I wanted to make them stop. They're our friends, so I knew they'd understand if I pointed out how you felt to 'em." Natsu says.

Suddenly Lucy stepped in front of him and Natsu's eyes widened in surprise as Lucy pulled on his scarf and brought his lips down to hers. He closed his eyes and kissed her back, placing his hands on her hips to pull her closer before they parted.

"What was that for?" He asks.

"For being a good boyfriend. I know I might act like I'm mad at you a lot for the dumb stuff you do but, it's little things like what you did back there that remind me how much you care about me and why I fell in love with you. So thank you, for being such a sweet guy." Lucy explains.

"And thank you, for giving your heart to me. I swear I'll protect it no matter what." Natsu says and they kiss again.

"Wanna go have sex again?" Natsu asks her once they part.

"Again? Where?" Lucy asks.

"How about right here?" Natsu asks and chuckles.

"Right here in the woods! Out in the open? No way! You're outta your mind!" Lucy shouts at him.

"We're not exactly out in the open and there's no one around." Natsu reminds her.

"Well, you do have a point there." Lucy says.

Natsu grins before kissing her and undoing the sash on her skirt.

"Wait! What if one of those creepy Forest Vulcans finds us! They're girl-crazy enough on their own, imagine what one would do if it saw me naked!" Lucy exclaims.

"We'd never find out because I'd burn it's fur off before it could lay eyes on you." Natsu reassures her.

"I've always protected you Lucy, as long as you're with me I won't let anything hurt you I swear." Natsu promises.

"Oh okay then. Let's do this quick." Lucy says and she and Natsu begin to undress each other.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed! Remember to comment if you want a part 4!

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if you ever wanted to read a 2000 word piece about Michael Bar-bar-o’s voice (of the NYT The Daily podcast), click this link!!  some excerpts:

In person, he is owlishly handsome (the little round glasses he used to wear amplified the effect, though he has lately swapped them for more rectangular frames), of roughly average height, and indifferently dressed, with a corona of salt-and-pepper curls and a scruffy, too-busy-to-shave beard. In 2017, People magazine named him one of the 15 sexiest newsmen.

But most of Barbaro’s admirers don’t see him. They hear him. The appeal is the voice and the peculiar prosody that gives The Daily its pulse. (“I think I like the way @mikiebarb says ‘natalie’ more than the way my girlfriend says it?,” Times reporter and sometime Daily guest host Natalie Kitroeff wrote on Twitter. “Help.”) His delivery sits between the clipped authority of NPR and the pirate-radio shagginess of the archetypal podcaster; it is remarkably free of filler (a beloved grandfather, his story goes, trained the ums and likes out of him) with deliberative pauses that never hit exactly where you expect. These gaps are practical (they make it easy to edit tape), but they’re also stylistic, a soothing, if syncopated, snare-drum beat.

That voice is a development of the show, which is not to say an affectation. Barbaro (BAR-BAR-O; he says each syllable is stressed equally, though on-air it sounds like he’s giving the O short shrift) cops to having undergone “a second pubescence” finding his voice on tape.

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Still, making The Daily is a huge effort. The days can be punishingly long, and the show eventually instituted a four-day workweek for producers, acknowledging that those staying late into the night to close an episode effectively work two days in one. Technically, Lisa Chow, a Daily editor, explained to me, the show should be finished by 3 a.m., when a sound engineer in London takes over to put on the finishing touches and get it delivered to your phone by 6 a.m. New York time. But on one day that I observed The Daily, during the Sondland hearings, the recording and editing began around 9:30 a.m., and Balcomb didn’t leave until 4:30 a.m. Alex Halpern Levy, a speechwriter and political strategist and one of Barbaro’s best friends, told me Barbaro carries a microphone around with him to rerecord the “what else you need to know today” segments that end every episode, in case of news developments. In order to get clean sound, he has been known to burrow beneath bedcovers.

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The day you’re on The Daily, you hear from your friends from elementary school, your college buddies. My mom’s best friend’s daughter gets in touch,” says Dana Goldstein, the education reporter who was on the show in December to discuss America’s anxiety over its high-schoolers’ stagnating standardized-test scores. “My friends don’t typically congratulate me when I have an A1 story” — a Timesism for the front page.

She pulled up a text message from a friend in London whose interest borders on the obsessive. “She said, quote, ‘I noticed the pause between “This” and “is The Daily” is getting longer,’ ” she read. “ ‘I am so fascinated. Tell us everything.’ ”

FYI:  pros·o·dy/ˈpräsədē/noun - the patterns of rhythm and sound used in poetry."the translator is not obliged to reproduce the prosody of the original"

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Additional Headcanons

-Each member of Aogiri’s fanclub:

Eren- Yeagerists (of course xD)

Lelouch- Black Knights

Kaneki- Mukaide (his nickname ironically from both lives xD)

Sanji: Sanjiholics

Ichigo- Getsuga

Izuku- Smashers

Natsu- Dragon Nation

Light: Light FC

- The fanclub for the group as a whole is called Yildiz which means star in Turkish, a good nod to Eren’s Turkish heritage and their fanclub colors are purple and black (thank Lelouch for that xD)

- The original lineup of Aogiri is as follows:

Eren (Leader/Leader Rapper/ Lead Dancer/ Guitar)

Kaneki (Main Rapper/ Sub-Vocalist/ Main Dancer/ Guitar)

Mamoru (Lead Vocalist)

Gon (Main Vocalist/ Keyboard)

Izuku (Sub- Vocalist/ Main Rapper/ Drums)

Ichigo (Main-Vocalist/Main Dancer/Bass)

Lelouch (Main Vocalist)

Natsu (Main Rapper/Main Dancer)

- Current Line-up:

Eren (Leader/Lead Rapper/Lead Dancer/Sub-Vocalist)

Kaneki (Main Rapper/ Sub-Vocalist/Main Dancer)

Izuku (Sub- Vocalist/ Main Rapper)

Ichigo (Main-Vocalist/Main Dancer)

Lelouch (Main Vocalist)

Sanji (Main Vocalist/ Rapper/ Dancer)

Light (Vocalist)

- Izuku is at times considered a member of the dancer line

- All the main rappers can actually sing but had to sacrifice the singing lines so that vocal line would shine

- Aogiri are generally regarded as the most feared idol group due to their powerful performances individually and together

- Their main chart rivals are Espada aka Rivals Team as everyone calls them

- The boys still have some of their powers from their past lives however Eren cannot transform into a Titan. 

-Eren’s powers are similar to Rachel’s to some extent though he can be regarded as a male version of Sailor Mars

- Lelouch is a lot more badass and competent in his new incarnation and can physically fight for once. Thank Ichigo and Eren for that

- Izuku and Raven are very good friends due to being the babies of their respective groups xD. Izuku also gets along with Rose as well

- Aogiri is famous for their synchronization which is something every idol group strives to accomplish but they do it so well that they are called Kings of Synchronization and of course they are famous for their sexy image. Yes Izuku may be the resident cutie but he can be pretty naughty too. Just ask Bakugou

- Eren started getting criticised for his looks, voice, sexy image and many other things after the Levi breakup. Does not help that Levi said some nasty stuff about Eren to the press. That alone made more people to ship him with Dick

- Eren’s mental issues worsened thanks to the past haunting him

- There were shipping wars between those that shipped Ereri and those that shipped Dick and Eren xD

- Lelouch is still trying to come to terms with what happened to Nunnally (More on that in the Black Pearl fic)

- Izuku lost his mum around the timing of the accident. So many heroes lost their loved ones as a result of their past memories getting awakened and the villains being merciless in their pursuit of the heroes

- The Heroes Guild suddenly becomes a real life thing thanks to that crisis. That plus Deathstroke

- Ichigo still has his Shinigami and Quincy powers thankfully so that could come in handy

- Kaneki still has elements of his Ghoul powers

- Eren is regarded as the sexiest member of Aogiri and the sexiest idol ever. Yet this boy is a cutie and dork offstage like Exo’s Kai. Sanji is a close second

- Sanji is the funniest member though Eren himself can be just as funny thanks to his sarcasm and general cute antics. In short, these boys can be quite hilarious together

- Rival Team always helps the heroes not just because of their shared animosity for some villains but also because of the mutual respect they all share with each other

- Grimmjow is always called kitty by everyone much to his annoyance

- Ichigo hates being called Strawberry or Berry-Tan as the Vizards often call him

- Dick calls Eren his Black Pearl as a reference to his beautiful tanned skin tone

- Usagi becomes the main chick in the group for a while till Rukia, Touka, Honey, Lucy and C.C join in later on. More ladies join their ranks. 

- Izuku is the shortest member of the group whilst Lelouch is the tallest member

- Izuku has a collection of bunny memorabilia

- The general animal motif for Aogiri is cats. And considering that they did a music video where they sort of acted like cats, it makes sense in hindsight xD.

- Kory, Dick and Eren eventually end up in a polyamorous relationship with Dick and Kory acting as Eren’s parents at times xD.

- Sanji screws up the most during dance practice and often forgets lines causing the others to tease him mercilessly

- Eren deeply regrets his past actions and often cries himself to sleep

[elizascharlesdanceblog]

Charles Dance OBE - Actor

Here are some of Charlies' greatest hits other than that -- this takes 30 minutes, you up for it? No? Okay just a few highlights then -- Golden Child, Alien 3, Last Action Hero, The Imitation Game, White Mischief, Gosford Park, Underworld, Swimming Pool, etc, and on the telly Bleak House, Rebecca and -- I don't know dammit -- you asked. Oh you didn't ... moving right along, Charlie directed and wrote Ladies in Lavender with Dame Maggie and Dame Judy wildly successful. Watch this space. And on stage at the RSC the most leathered and lathered Coriolanus in theatrical history, Three Sisters, Long Day's Journey at the Lyric, Shadowlands in the West End nnngg nnngg nnngg ...

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Occasionally he plays his ukulele well into the night, but more often than not is in bed by eleven with sadly usually no more than a good book to keep him company.

So, his music…

Top 10 Tunes

Rock Around The Clock - – Bill HaleyDespite being irreligious, my pre-adolescent years saw me as a not un-cute choirboy – blue cassock, white surplice etc, but with the addition of a 'kiss-curl' teased onto the forehead in homage to my first pop-idol Bill Haley, who had taken the UK by storm, distressing parents up and down Little Britain with Rock Around The Clock

Boots of Spanish Leather - – Bob DylanAfter having been thrown out of the church for behaviour unbecoming a choir-boy – actually nothing more serious than smoking behind the vestry, I grew my hair, got my first pair of Levis and heard Bob Dylan.

Honky Tonk Woman - – The Rolling StonesBoots Of Spanish Leather determined me to not only buy and learn to play a guitar, but years later be measured and fitted for a pair of boots from Madrid. The song like the boots is wonderful.

Tristan und Isolde, Prelude - Richard WagnerHaving been hugged by my rock ‘n roll god Keith Richard, after a Stones gig, he and the sentiments of the song are close to my heart.

River Deep Mountain High - Ike and Tina TurnerOne of the sexiest pieces of music ever written is the Overture to Tristan und Isolde. Wagner might not be everyone’s glass of schnapps, but it is best listened to while lying on ones back in a darkened room with or without company.

Chopin D Flat Nocturne - Rosey ChanThis is Tina at her very best -- nuff said.

I Want A Little Sugar In My Bowl - Nina SimoneI could listen to this forever. I love the music and Rosey has stolen my heart!

Graceland - Paul SimonI had the pleasure of seeing Ms Simone on two occasions. The first, she arrived late in a foul mood and left early, the second, she stayed well over the allotted time and seemed to nearly orgasm when she played this song - didn’t we all!

Saving All My Love For You - Tom WaitsI defy anyone to keep still while listening to this. It has a line ‘there’s a girl in New York City, who calls herself a human trampoline…’ I have a feeling I’ve met her!

Pinball Wizard - The WhoAside from his unique voice, he has written some of the most beautifully well-crafted lyrics. Listen to these and wonder!

source: twopaddocks

[lavender-ages]

Eren and Kenny!

I LOVE YOU! THANKS!!

Eren

Why I like them: strongwilled, full of hope and kind with his friend (well…once). But even now that he’s a bit cold his character is still amazing, difficult to understand but fascinating

Why I don’t: he can be too stubborn

Favorite episode (scene if movie): when he cries in the Reiss cave and is sorry for all the people who died to protect him. Plus Yuki Kaji’s voice there was perfect!!

Favorite season/movie: season 2 and Shiganshina arc

Favorite line: “ I think…we were born this way. I just keep moving forward. Until my enemies are destroyed.”

Favorite outfit: his casual outfit (perfect to see his collarbones)

OTP: ereri

Brotp: EMA, Hanji, Historia

Head Canon: he’s the best housewife and when he was a kid he read medicIne books so he has learnt a little (Carla and Grisha did so to keep him in the house and avoid fights, you know Eren is very TATAKEEEE). He can use the bow, and when it’s time to do the laundry everybody suddenly disappears and leaves Eren to do the job, because he’s the best at it 

Unpopular opinion: I hate his eyebrows in the anime and I don’t like when in AUs he’s the worst in classes. He may not be a genius but he’s an average student. Also when people blame him immediately when he says something/does something (particularly in the recents chapters. I mean, could you wait a bit more before hating on him and doing long posts about things that aren’t what he really means?)

A wish: he makes peace with his friends, Mikasa and Armin in particular, and has a “happy” ending (I think he’ll die, but I hope it’ll be a peaceful death)

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: EREKURI, AND A CRUEL AND STUPID DEATH

5 words to best describe them: pretty (I ADORE HIS EYES), stubborn, strongwilled, brave, sometimes silly

My nickname for them: TATAKE BOI or Jaeger n6

Kenny

Why I like them: HE’S THE SEXIEST MAN EVER IN SNK. ok but seriously, clever, MORALLY GREY, COMPLEX, funny as fuck, STRONGER THAN LEVI

Why I don’t: there’s not a single thing I don’t like about him, he’s P E R F E C T

Favorite episode (scene if movie): THE WHOLE SEASON 3, especially his duels with Levi (THE BAR SCENE), the flashback and when he dies (ok basically everything)

Favorite season/movie: season 3

Favorite line: everything he says against Levi, “I needed to take a shit” (or something like that), “BANG BANG”

Favorite outfit: his usual cowboy fight outfit, and I like best the anime version of the outfit. THE HAT IS SUPERB

OTP: uriken

Brotp: uriken, Kuchel/Kenny, Traute/Kenny

Head Canon: he has many little knives everywhere, even in pants, so he’s never without them. He cleans his hat everyday, nobody ever touched it (nor Kuchel or Uri), he made once fall Rode down the stairs, he visited Kuchel once Levi was born, he held the baby in his arms and made him laugh; Kenny always denied everything, and faked to dislike baby Levi (the brat was too cute for him)

Unpopular opinion: I think we can all agree he was a very complex and well done character, and we all miss him. I don’t agree with the few ones who say he was 100% evil

A wish: to see him again in another flashback

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: his death? (IM STILL GRIEVING AFTER YEARS)…but Satayama already provided so…..

5 words to best describe them:  H O T, crazy, handsome, strong, sarcastic

My nickname for them: cowboy man, manga Clint Eastwood, long legs, YEEHAW, My Man, Uncle cool

[eyebrowluv]

Eruri Drabble - At the Bar

“We could talk more about it back at my place,” the man suggested, pulling his barstool closer to Erwin’s.

“No thanks,” Erwin responded as he attempted to ignore the man. He just wanted to relax after a stressful day at work. Was that too much to ask?

Apparently it was as he heard the man ask the bartender for some fruity mixed drink for his ‘new friend.’ Erwin hated fruity drinks, so he shook his head at the bartender and raised his tumbler, indicating that he would like another scotch, neat.

“I’m really interested in getting to know you a little better. I would like to take you someplace quiet.” The man caressed Erwin’s arm, and Erwin tried to scoot away.

“I’m really not interested. Sorry,” he again attempted to dissuade this slightly inebriated wanna be suitor, but it just fell on deaf ears.

“Come on, pretty boy. Don’t be like that. I’ll be good to you. I’ll make you feel good.”

“Doubtful,” Erwin said with a grimace as the man’s stale beer breath invaded his personal space.

“My Mercedes is just outside.” Erwin was hardly impressed by this. Now the sleek black motorcycle parked in the parking lot… yeah that would get him hot.

“I’ll pass.”

“Just give me a chance-“

“Get a hint. The man said no, you fuck nut.” Both Erwin and the lecherous Lothario turned at the sound of the deep, abrasive voice behind them.

There stood the scariest, sexiest man Erwin had ever seen. Scary because he looked like he was going to gut someone. Sexy, well, because he looked like he was going to gut someone, and, apparently, Erwin had a newly-discovered kink for that.

“I don’t see how any of this is your business, small fry. Get lost,” Erwin’s unwanted companion spat. Yes, the man was quite a bit shorter than Erwin, but by the stretch of the man’s black t-shirt, Erwin could tell he was solid.

Wait, was he drooling?

Erwin was contemplating the newcomer’s pretty face and beautiful forearms when the smaller man put a strong hand on the back of his neck and started caressing it with his thumb.

“I’m sorry I was late, babe.” Oh, the pretty man was speaking to him.

“That’s okay. You can make it up to me later,” Erwin responded, hoping it was more natural than it felt. The man’s dark gray eyes dilated and he blushed just a little.

“Oh, I will,” the stranger practically purred and Erwin’s heart started racing.

“Excuse me, but who are you,” Erwin’s unwanted suitor interrupted.

“For fuck’s sake,” the shorter man growled under his breath. “I’m the boyfriend, you ignorant bag of dicks. So, go away. You’re annoying me.”

Erwin noticed that his ‘boyfriend’ never looked away from him, and it made him smile.

“Let’s just go. Suddenly, a night out for drinks just isn’t that interesting anymore,” Erwin said as he stood and threw down enough money to cover his tab with a tip.

“Best idea I’ve heard all day, baby. Let’s go.” Erwin was led away from the bar with a possessive hand at the small of his back, that didn’t move until they were outside of the bar.

“Levi, there you are! We wondered where you wandered off to,” a young blond man called out with a wave. “Didn’t know you were trying to land a date.”

“Fuck off, Farlan. I was just helping this guy get rid of some perverted nutsack that didn’t understand the word no.”

“Thank you, by the way. I hope that I didn’t cut your evening short,” Erwin started as he looked between his savior, Levi, and the blond. A red haired young woman joined them a moment later.

“Not at all. We were on our way out the door when Levi spotted you,” she said with a smile.

“Well, thank you, again.”

“Not a problem. I’m Levi, by the way, but you probably already figured that out.” Levi held out his hand for a handshake.

“Erwin. It’s a pleasure.” Erwin gripped Levi’s hand but the man just held it there.

“Yeah, it has been a pleasure.” Levi strokes his knuckles with his thumb.

God, Erwin wanted the man to step on him.

“Is there something I can do to repay you?” Erwin asked.

“I think we need to go, Isabel. I think we are past the PG part of the evening.”

“But Farlan…”

Erwin barely heard Levi’s friends as they left over the pounding of his heart.

“Yeah, you can give me your number and let me take you out for dinner,” Levi suggested, still not letting go of Erwin’s hand.

“Okay, but honestly, I thought you were going to offer to take me home.”

“Is that what you want, Erwin?” Levi’s voice was full of sin and promises.

“Only if you promise to call me afterwards.”

“Baby, I won’t have to, because you’re still going to be in bed with me.”

“Is that a fact?” Erwin teased.

“No, that’s a promise,” Levi countered. “Come on, Blondie. My bike is just over here. Let me take you home.”