#priest Levi

[m-jelly]

Chapter 7

Pairing: Demon priest! Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: Modern AU, fluff, romance, falling in love, teasing, flirting, cute, plot building, relationship development, smut, oral, teasing, multiple positions, demon dick.

Concept: Levi takes you to his demon home to show you around. You both enjoy a nice bath together before Levi and you become one for the first time.

Important notice: Due to comments made to me as I planned this story, I have chosen to create a brand new religion to avoid causing any offence to those reading this fic. Some terminology is similar to other religions and inspired by them too.

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You held Levi’s hand as you walked through the night. You gazed up at Levi wondering what he had planned for you both. You blushed as he raised your hand and kissed the back of it. Your heart danced in your chest as your mind run wild with all the ideas you had. Your necklace stone was red, but you’d been working so much on the last piece of art that you hadn’t acted on the changing stone. However, you had agreed to take a break and Levi was taking you for a nice walk after having dinner at home.

You frowned a little when he led you to the temple. “How come we’re here?”

He winked at you. He clicked his fingers making a black key with red vines appear in his hand. “This is a special key for us.” He placed it in the keyhole and turned it.

You looked up and saw a tidal wave of black ripple over the door from the keyhole. “Wow.”

Levi opened the door to reveal the inside of a home inside a bigger temple. “This is our demon home.”

You walked into the building as Levi closed the door and locked it behind him. You admired the tall pillars with lights on them. His kitchen was modern with the latest things in to making cooking easier. The living area had a sofa that was more like a bed with comfy fluffy blankets for snuggling. You adored the library area that had comfy leather seats. You noticed a door in the back which you assumed would lead to the bathroom. Your blush heated your cheeks when you admired the bed. Right where the altar should be was a huge bed.

Levi wrapped his arms around you and held you from behind. “Do you like it?”

You placed your hands on Levi’s. “I love it. It’s so dark and cosy. It’s very us.”

His lips danced on your neck, his voice deep and his breath hot as he spoke against your skin. “Would you like a drink? Maybe a bath?”

You nibbled your lip as nerves tingled inside you. You loved the choices, the place and Levi. You weren’t sure what you wanted. You hummed in thought. “I’m not sure.”

He released you and placed a hand on your back. He guided you to the bathroom door and opened it. Inside the bathroom was a pool bath filled with hot steamy water. There was a waterfall shower for you and a nice toilet area. “How about a drink in the bath?”

You nodded and started stripping. You placed your clothes in the changing section before walking down the steps and into the water. You dipped under the water before pushing your hair back and sighing. You smiled in delight as your body relaxed in the water. You inhaled deeply and felt your aching bones and troubles just wash away.

Levi stripped his things odd and stood before you in his human form. He placed the drinks on a floating table and moved them towards you. “Here.”

You picked up a glass and pouted a little. “Why are you not in demon form?”

He shivered causing his body to change before your eyes. “Better?”

You stared at his penis with a soft blush. “Yes.”

He walked down into the water. He picked up his drink and sat next to you. “You enjoying the bath?”

You nodded. “It’s cosy. Is there something in the water?”

“There is, it’s meant to relax you.” He placed his hand on the top of your drink. “Just to let you know, this demon drink is an aphrodisiac of sorts. Most of our drinks are like this. It’ll just make you feel good, relaxed and a bit horny.”

You hummed a laugh. “I’m happy to drink it.”

“You sure?”

You nodded and sipped your drink. “Mm, it’s like pink lemonade.”

He blushed a little. “You like it?”

“Love it.”

He moved closer to you. “It’s also to help us both relax. This is our first time as a couple, you know going all the way. I am nervous because I’m a demon and you’re a human. You’re my first human.”

You took Levi’s glass and put his and your cups on the side. You cupped his face and kissed him. “I love you for you.”

Levi’s claws massaged your waist. He pulled you against him as he deepened the kiss. His forked tongue moved with yours. He lifted you a little as he moaned against your lips. “I love you so much.”

You walked backwards and pulled Levi with you. “I want you.” You panted and shivered a little as you felt the slickness increase between your legs. “I need you.”

Levi climbed out of the water with you. He wrapped you up in a towel and dried you off. “I only want one part of you getting the bed wet.”

You giggled as Levi dried you off. “Yes, sir.”

He dried himself off. “Would you like to take a drink with you?”

You leaned over and grabbed your glass and the bottle. You walked out of the bathroom and glanced over at Levi. “Nice and warm in here.”

Levi felt himself drooling at seeing you walk around naked with confidence. He cleaned up the bathroom before racing out into the main room. He looked around the temple home before landing his gaze on you. He smiled at seeing you sitting on his bed, glass in hand with your legs tucked to the side as you sat on your thigh. He walked closer to you as he felt his hunger rising deep within him.

You downed most of your drink and hummed. “I have something for you.”

His eyes dragged all over your body. “Is it your whole body? Your pussy dripping in your sweet nectar? Your delicious breasts ready to be sucked?”

You shifted your legs and sat back on the bed. You leaned on one forearm and smirked at Levi. “How about this?” You tapped the cold rim of the glass to your chest and poured it so it ran slowly down between your breasts. “Drink up.”

Levi moaned as he watched the drink roll down your body. He dove for you as his hunger for your body overtook his actions. He flattened his tongue against your stomach just above your belly button. He dragged his forked tongue up your body as he lapped up the drink. Your skin burned at his touch, his love, his dedication to his lover which was you.

He locked eyes with you and smiled. “I think I’d like to have my drinks like this from now on.”

You pushed your fingers into his hair and saw his pupils turn to slits. You smiled softly at him as you moved your touch to his horns. You pulled him closer and captured his lips. You moaned softly as he pushed his forked tongue into your mouth. You slowly rolled over and pressed him against the bed.

You straddled your lover as a delicate smile graced your lips. “You look good under me.” You knelt up and purred. You ran your hands over your body. You gasped when you felt something very hot tap against your bum. “What’s that?” You shifted and let Levi’s fully erect demon cock tap against his abs and stomach. “Hello, handsome.”

Levi ran his hands up and down your thighs sending a tingling warmth to shoot through your aching body. “I want to taste you.”

You sat on his cock and shivered at feeling the bumps against your lips and clit. You rolled your lips as you softly panted. “Levi. You’re incredible.”

Levi sat up and wrapped his arm around you. He yanked you roughly against him. He moaned as he gazed at your breast right in his face. He opened his mouth as his tongue lapped and twirled around your nipple making it peak in arousal. He looked up at you as his other hand massaged your plump behind. He smiled against your breast as he slowly massaged closer to your vagina. He opened his wings wind before slowly wrapping them around you both.

You massaged the base of Levi’s horn as you dragged your nails over his back. You looked up and were met with darkness. Levi’s wings had shut out all light. You couldn’t see anything, only feel and hear. You closed your eyes and panted as Levi’s fingers teased and played with your opening. Your body quivered with desire as your pussy craved to be filled up with his thick throbbing member. You had a strong appetite for Levi to ruin your body.  

You shivered as Levi teased your opening, his fingers getting coated in your slickness. You whined a little and tugged at Levi’s horn. He released your breast and turned his head just a little before attacking your other breast. He smiled against you as you whimpered a little. He sank his fingers into you slowly allowing him to marvel at how wet and hot you were for him. His eyes rolled back as he pressed his fingers against your silken walls as they fluttered around his elegant claw fingers.

Levi massaged your walls as his pointed ears twitched and listened closely to your moans. He chased your most pleasure-filled moans. He looked up at you, his demon eyes glowing subtly in the darkness. He read your body and knew exactly what he needed to do to your body. He pressed his fingers and rubbed making you cry out in ecstasy. He smiled against your breast as he kept his eyes on your pleasure-drunk face. He admired how beautiful you were. You were the greatest sin in the world and he adored it.

You moved your hips against Levi’s fingers and began riding them. You felt yourself drooling as you enjoyed how he moved against you. You wrapped your arms around Levi’s head and yanked him closer against your breast. Levi grunted at your actions but didn’t protest. Levi’s eyes rolled back as he felt himself melting against you. He pumped his fingers into you a little faster as his desire to feel you cum all over his hand took over. He craved the meal that was your blissful sin.

You tossed your head back as you felt a fire surge through your veins. You gasped as you became consumed with your sinful orgasm. Your eyes rolled back in your head as your body vibrated at your nerves popping away at your body drowning release. You cried out as you gave in to the pleasure and coated your lover’s fingers in your arousal.

Levi dragged his fingers from you and smiled at your whimper at losing his touch. “What a delight you are, my love.” He raised his finger and wrapped his tongue lovingly around them. He sucked every drop of your cum off them. He pulled his fingers from his lips and moaned at you. “Always delicious.”

You panted as your thighs shook. Your legs parted as you dropped and sat on Levi’s thighs. You whined at him. “It’s not fair.”

He opened his wings so you could gaze at each other. “What isn’t, my love?”

You blushed. “How good you are with your fingers and mouth.”

He cupped your face. “Oh, my love, if you only knew the things you did to me.”

You nibbled your lip as you gazed at Levi. You pushed your hands up his chest as his pupils went wide like a cat ready to pounce. “Can I ride you?”

“Yes, my love. You can do anything you want.”

You knelt up. “I will only do things that you want.”

He massaged your hips. “Oh, trust me, my love, I want this.” He held his erection for you. “I’m all yours.”

You looked down at the slightly pointed tip. You moved your hand down and parted your slit. You gulped hard as you thought everything over. You’d never taken a dick like this before. You’d had toys that were a little different, but this was a whole new thing. It was thick, had bumps, and a pointed tip and seemed to be hot. You noticed what looked like a slight knot. You hummed before slowly sinking down on him.

Levi gasped as your wet silken walls wrapped around him. He grunted as you softly clenched him and sank down on him. He locked eyes with you as he panted in bliss. “You feel so good.”

A shiver ran up your spine and into the back of your head. You kept going until you were sat fully on your lover. You felt slightly stretched by him. You placed your hand on your pelvis as your mind tried to process what you had inside you. Every little lump on his dick was a little pop of pleasure going through you. You shifted your legs and let out a little whimper when you felt the tip of his unique cock press your cervix just right.

You panted as your pussy and body went crazy for Levi. You nipped your finger and gazed at Levi. “You’re incredible.” You moaned at Levi. “You fit me perfectly like you were made for me. How is that possible?”

He hummed a little laugh as his claws gripped your butt cheeks. He dragged you close to his body. “Because I was made to love you, please you, adore you and worship you.” He smiled against your lips. “Why do you think my bed is where the altar should be? You’re my altar now.”

You blushed. “Levi.” You rocked your hips against Levi making you both softly moan. “I love you. I love you more than anything.”

Levi cupped your neck as his other hand remained on your plump behind. He grunted as you rocked a little faster against him. “That’s it, my little sinner, use my cock to give yourself pleasure.” He purred at you. “Look at you. You’re a Goddess.” He kissed your neck and jawline as he spoke against your skin. “Take all the orgasms you want. All I need is you and your love.”

You grabbed Levi’s horns and pulled his head back. You looked down at your man and moved as fast as your hips could go. You felt every inch of his bumpy thick cock inside you moving against your hot walls. Your legs ached a little before, but the pleasure that burned in your soul drove you to keep moving. You wanted to be consumed by the demon of pleasure that was Levi. You felt so sinful being with him like this and you were sure he was getting a great meal from you, but so were you. His dick moving inside you, pressing against your walls, rubbing you in just the right way made you lose sense of the world around you. You were lost in the moment. Lost in Levi.

Levi admired you as you moved on him. He gripped you a little harder as he enjoyed the delicacy that was you. You were filling him with pure pleasure and feeding him so perfectly. He bucked up a little against you and smirked a little at your little squeak of delight. He shifted his legs and lay back. He gripped your thighs and began pumping his cock up into you causing you to cry out in ecstasy. He adored how your body reacted so perfectly to his. He couldn’t wait to fuck you senseless for eternity.

You slipped and fell against your lover’s chest. You locked eyes with Levi as you whimpered in pleasure at how his cock rammed itself in and out of your hungry pussy. You dug your nails into his pecs as you panted and shivered above Levi. You crashed your lips against Levi’s and moaned at him as his forked tongue slipped into your mouth. Levi tangled his fingers into your hair as he gave you all his love and passion.

You released Levi’s lips. “Mm, Levi. Levi, I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me. Massage my cock. Take your pleasure from me.”

You nuzzled the crook of his neck as you whimpered. Your walls spasmed around Levi’s dick as your felt your coil snap. You bit Levi’s neck and moaned against his skin as you let your orgasm consume every cell in your body. You bucked against Levi as your body shook in pure delight. You shivered as you felt yourself melting in delight.

Levi rubbed your back as he stopped moving his hips. He rolled over onto you and smiled down at you. He stretched his wings out and hummed at you. “So beautiful.”

You blushed a little. “Levi.”

“Did that feel good?”

You nodded shyly. “Incredible. I’ve never…it…you…” Your cheeks burned. “You were just amazing.”

Levi pushed his arms up the bed allowing him to press his body against your own. He gripped his sheets and thanked his past self for buying demon-proof sheets. He purred at you as he grinded deep into you. He’d drag his cock out of you just a bit before he’d plunge back in. He covered your neck and face with kisses so you felt you were being showered in love. He smiled against you as he moaned your name.

You panted as your locked your legs around Levi. You grabbed one of his horns as your other hand clung to part of his wing that was connected to his back. You mewled at Levi as he moved against you. His pelvis rubbed your clit which stimulated your body and pleasure more. You gripped Levi tightly and just moaned to him. You lifted your hips and little and tried to meet his actions, but he has such a command over your body. You were like a work of art and Levi was the artist.

Levi tapped his forehead against yours as he moaned your name. “You feel so good. You’re a goddess. Your pussy is so hot and addictive.” He grunted as you clenched him. “I want to always be inside you, filling you, pleasing you until the end of time.” He moved a little faster as he panted. “You’re incredible.”

You moaned. “Levi. I love you. Your cock feels so good, it’s perfect. Mm, so thick inside me.” You locked eyes with Levi. “I can’t wait for you to fill me with your seed.”

Levi smiled at you. “What a naughty sinner you are wanting a demon’s seed. Well, I won’t deny you. I’ll drown your pussy in my cum. I’ll fill your tight hole all day and night long.”

You cried out as you felt your coil wind up so tightly. “Yes. I need it.”

“Tell me, my love.” He moaned as he enjoyed your cervix kissing his tip. “Who does your pussy belong to? Have you sinned and handed it to a demon?”

You choked on a moan. “It’s yours. It’s all yours.”

He smiled at you causing his canines to show. “What a good little sinner you are. So good for your demon lover.” He gripped the bed hard, shifted his legs and began pounding his thick cock into you. He grinned as you threw your head back and screamed in pleasure. “You like that? You like my cock like this in your sinful pussy?”

You gripped his wing hard. “Yes!” You arched your back as you felt like you were floating. “Oh, Gods!”

Levi leaned closer and whispered in your ear. “I’m your god now.”

You screamed in ecstasy as your orgasm ripped through your body. Your hearing went as your vision went spotty. You felt yourself going limp against the bed as you embraced the warmth of your blissful orgasm. “Levi!”

He slowed his hips and smiled softly at you. “Look at you. You are a joy to pleasure.”

You whimpered at Levi. “I feel delirious.”

Levi knelt up and looped your legs over his arms. “Embrace it, my love.” He lifted your hips and moved you into the mating press. He spread his wings as a ripple went through his wings. “Fuck, my goddess, you are intoxicating. Look at you.” He smiled at you. “You’re meant to be bred by me.” He growled at you. “My little demon lover.”

You cupped his face and panted. “That’s right, I’m meant for you. So, give me everything you have. Pour yourself deep into me.”

He pumped his cock in and out of you, the little lumps popping in and out of you and rubbing you in all the places your body was screaming for attention. His tip was pressing against your cervix opening and begged it to open and let it take his seed. He gazed at you with pure love and devotion in his eyes. He truly loved you with his whole heart and soul. He felt blessed to be like this with you. He adored everything that was you. He smiled as your moans echoed in his temple home which was now dedicated to worshipping you.

You looked down at your opening and felt yourself blushing at the sinful act you were taking part in with great pleasure. His thick member slammed in and out of you, each lump popping out of your pussy before popping back in. You whimpered when you saw at the base of his cock a swelling beginning as his pleasure took over and his desire to cum inside you drove him. You reached down between you and Levi and began moving your fingers on your plump clit.

You shivered and mewled in delight. “Levi. Your cock is perfection. I’m addicted to it, to you.” You locked eyes with Levi and smiled as you moaned. “I love you. I love you so much.”

He panted. “Ha, ha, mm, nngh.” He shivered causing a ripple to go through his feathers. He wrapped them around you as his demon eyes shined in the dark. He moaned your name in delight. “I love you too.” His brows furrowed. “Fuck, your pussy is holy.”

You yanked Levi down and crashed your lips against Levi’s. You hummed in pleasure as you felt his knot popping in and out of you. “Levi, cum inside me.” You clenched his cock as you moved your fingers a little faster. “Please. Knot me.”

Levi growled at you and pounded harder into you. The slapping of his hips against yours echoed in the temple home along with your moans and your wet pussy. Levi thought it was all music to his ears. He could see you were flustered by all the noises surrounding you both. He pressed his lips against your own and moved his tongue with yours. He moved more passionately with you as he chased your pleasure. He wanted you to cum again before he knotted you and filled you up.

You clenched your toes as you felt your coil tighten hard. You gripped Levi’s back as you kept moving your fingers against your clit. You wiggled a little under him as your body screamed in pleasure. You shivered as Levi pumped bliss into you. You inhaled deeply through your nose and felt the snap. You moaned into Levi’s kiss as your body and pussy spasmed in pure euphoria.

Levi pressed his knot fully into you and bucked a few times before he drained himself into you. He moaned in delight as he felt his hot seed enter you and fill you. He pulled from your lip and panted. “My love.”

You moaned at feeling how hot his cum was. “Ah! Levi.”

He opened his wings. “You feel that? You feel my cum inside you?”

You nodded shyly. “There’s so much. It’s so hot too. I love it.”

He released your legs and let you lie on the bed. He lay against you and covered your face in loving kisses. “I’m glad.”

You tangled your fingers in his hair and smiled softly at him. “You’re incredible.”

He played with your hair and sighed. “How are you, my love?”

“I’m perfect.”

“Nothing hurts?”

You shook your head and felt your body melt. “I’m great. I do need a drink though.”

Levi knelt up and looked at his knot. “Give me just a bit…” He winced a moment and pulled out of you before his knot was fully gone. “Nngh, shit.”

You blushed at the pop feeling and then a gushing of something out of you. “Ah! Am I peeing?”

Levi chuckled. “No, it’s just my cum seeping out of you. I’ll clean you and get you a drink.” He kissed you and smiled. “Stay here.”

You opened your legs and waited for Levi. You smiled as he wiped you clean before clicking his fingers and making fresh sheets appear and you to be dressed. You sat up and accepted your water from him. “Thank you.”

Levi wrapped his arms around you as he placed delicate loving kisses against your head. “You’re welcome.” He traced your necklace as you drank. “We’re getting this necklace to work hard, huh?”

You giggled at his comment. “You’re right.”

He took your empty glass and placed it on the side. “There anything else I can get you?”

You shook your head as you leaned into Levi’s arms. “I don’t need anything.”

“Are you sure?”

You gazed at Levi as a soft smile spread on your lips. “I’m perfect.”

He hummed in thought. “No, this won’t do.”

You giggled as he lifted you and lay you on your stomach on the bed. “Levi, what are you doing?”

He gently massaged your aching joints and sore muscles. “You need more care.”

You let out a long sigh. “You’re too kind.”

“I just want to take care of you, that’s all.”

You stretched and clicked your joints. “You take great care of me, my love.”

He kissed your back between your shoulder blades. “I’m glad you feel that way.”

“Always with you.” You rolled over and faced him. “Can we just cuddle in bed now?”

He lay on his side, dragged you against him and then pulled the covers up. “I’m all yours.”

You clung to Levi and hummed. “I think I’ll be happy here with you.”

“You mean it?”

You nodded as you gazed at Levi. “I do. This house is stunning and we can make it into a home, together.”

He smiled and kissed you as he let your loving word wash over him. “Yes. It’s our home.”

You sighed as you thought about the temple. “Not long now, huh? You thought about what you’re going to say to everyone as a goodbye?”

He shrugged in thought. “Don’t know. Maybe I’ll scare the shit out of Edith. I think I might show her I’m a demon, tell her to go fuck herself and then run off with you.”

“That sounds awesome.”

He smiled. “Yeah?”

You nodded. “You have my approval.”

“Wonderful.”  

[rebel96]

Priest Levi with his demon 🙃

[ellena-asg]

For my bro Chao (cause I need to cheer you up @chaosrising451 ❤️) and for our all McDanno Ohana here ❤️ Lots of love to you all, sunshines 💕

[theearlgreymage]

What's this? Me? Posting a Six Sentence Sunday Piece? Wild.

(But, Mr. EarlGreyMage has finally been getting steady Sunday's off lately, so I've been spending those with him in my defense.)

I know I've been quiet on here, (and still trapped in a bit of a Brain Rot for certain fandoms) but I really love and appreciate the tags from everyone every Sunday and Wednesday. Ya'll are the sweetest and brighten my day every time I see your names appear in my notifications @artsyunderstudy @ic3-que3n @nausikaaa @cutestkilla @thewholelemon @facewithoutheart @shrekgogurt @blackberrysummerblog @bookish-bogwitch @noblecorgi @hushed-chorus @wellbelesbian @monbons

I've been dabbling and bouncing around a lot of ideas lately, and with a break in sight I hope to get back into writing some of these ideas on a more regular basis. For now, however, it is MERMAY, which is my favorite thing in the entire world. (Really, if you've ever talked to me for more than 30 seconds you know I have a PROBLEM with those Merfolks.)

So for today's Six Sentence Sunday, I shall share some lines from my MerMay Fic 🧜‍♂️

The Siren and His King

Before Levi could answer with a sharp retort of any kind, the Siren opened its mouth again, only this time he started to sing.  The melody was foreign and familiar at the same time to Levi’s ears. He didn’t understand any of the words falling from the Siren's lips, but they still sounded familiar – bringing on a sense of solace and nostalgia.  With a start, Levi realized that he could hum along to the tune if he wanted. He’d done it before. Countless times in his childhood, tucked against his mother’s side as she sang him to sleep while tucking a loose bit of hair behind his ear. 

Hello out there to all of my darling friends!! I swear I am still breathing and miss you all dearly ❤

@krisrix @stardustasincocaine @upuntil6am @buffy @raenestee @aristocratic-otter @aroace-genderfluid-snake @bazzybelle @captain-aralias @confused-bi-queer @ebbpettier @fatalfangirl @ivelovedhimthroughworse @j-nipper-95 @larkral @martsonmars @mostlymaudlin @onepintobean @skeedelvee @stitchyqueer @theimpossibledemon @whogaveyoupermission @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @charmolypiclevi @pucepink @gravesecret

[arlerts-angel]

CW: dark content. sacrilege.

"i've read the scripture to myself over and over again... watch and pray that you may not fall into temptation. the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak," he breathes, "...but desire burns like the devil."

[aztecbrujeria]

When your bestie writes a secret priest Levi nsfw that you still think about

[7knives]

hii this is random but ur ocs all seem so interesting and cool and i'd love to know more about them👀 (if you want to talk about them ofc no pressure :D <3)

thank you so much, that’s really nice of you! 💜💜💜i love to talk about them! i have like almost a dozen but the most fleshed out / to me currently interesting ones are: levi, tayuhl, lance and the priest. A brief summary of them would be:

levi (he/they/it/she) is a tma oc. he is like a monster hunter similar to trevor and julia but not an avatar of the hunt. levi loves to cause trouble and annoy people. they do the hunting more so because it messes with people and the ritual plans and not because he wants to get rid of 'bad' avatars. also because levi likes violence lol. most closely it might be aligned with the spiral but he doesn’t have any spiral-like powers. he thinks of itself as unkillable (hence the hubris).

tayuhl (she/her) is a fantasy oc. she lives in a sort of post-apocalyptic medieval fantasy world where magic that went wrong destroyed her world. it draws influences from botw when the guardians went rogue and fantasy in general. she’s fighting similar machines powered by magic and tries to collect knowledge of magic of which a good portion was lost in the destruction of the temples. with that she hopes to figure out how to stop the machines for good. strictly speaking she hasn’t got any magical powers herself (visions aside) and fights with swords and bow and arrow.

venn alancer (she/her) most of the time simply referred to as lance is a star wars oc that has existed the longest out of my current ocs. i came up with her as a teen. she is but a simple bounty hunter trying to make her way through the galaxy. in earlier (flying) accidents she lost both legs and as a young child her left arm and now wears protheses. kind of like han she assisted the rebels in the fight against the empire. her ship is called 'the silver spetum'.

the priest (they/them) is my newest oc and a time-traveling assassin. they were born during the victorian era in london. i haven’t got their backstory all worked out yet but eventually they join/are recruited by time-traveling assassins who in theory can be hired by every person from every time period. but the very frequent time-travelling takes its toll and the assassins can’t die (from natural causes. not as great as it might seem at first. it’s more like bilbo said: 'like butter scraped over too much bread') and have also forgotten a lot of crucial information about themselves. for example the priest forgot their name, who they were before etc. i only picked their name because i thought it sounded cool as an assassin’s name skskks. later i made up a story how they got it (in their first few missions they disguised themselves as a priest and the name stuck) not sure if i will stick with this story though. the reason i choose the victorian era was because i love the suits the men were wearing at the time and i always imagine the priest wearing something classy like this on a day to day basis.

typing all of that out actually made me want to work on the priests back story more so thank you for asking! 💜 id also really love to hear about your ocs if you want to share!

[maegalkarven]

I think for a bhaalspawn Noah is relatively normal, heroic type of guy. He is a druid and a Harper and he sticks his nose into a lot of shuff what has absolutely nothing to do with him.

Urges hit him when he's teenager and is in this phase of life where he doesn't even listen to his archduke father, so why the hells would he listen to his awful dead granddad?

When he's around 20s and urges get worse, him and Levi go to settle some nasty god stuff, which leaves Levi bruised and battered beyond comprehension, sitting in the realm of his Father', with Bhaal's unholy essense slowly dissolving into nothing by his feet. Noah has to drag Levi away as things collapse around them.

The echoes of the death of the God of Death haunt them both for a while.

After that Urges stop completely, as if they were never there.

Then Noah dies in some heroic mission went wrong and is ready to pass into another plane, only to be dragged back by the collar because his fathers never learned to let a single thing go in their entire lives.

I think Noah knows better than many what a suffocating and great force love can be.

He also starts a painful process of separation from his parents at the age of 40-something bc of how too much they can be at the times (always).

And since he was forced back into the land of the living, he'll do it his way.

[curryvillain]

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[m-jelly]

Chapter 2

Pairing: Demon priest! Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: Modern AU, fluff, romance, falling in love, teasing, flirting, cute, plot building.

Concept: Levi takes you to the town festival where you meet some interesting people there, some of them don't like you and others do. Levi and you make progress on your feelings for each other. You reveal what happened to you in the past, which explains the dark part of your aura. Levi takes a moment to heal you. Levi sits above a tank of water for charity, you manage to dunk him. You take Levi home to your place and help him get warm and into fresh clothes.

Important notice: Due to comments made to me as I planned this story, I have chosen to create a brand new religion to avoid causing any offence to those reading this fic. Some terminology is similar to other religions and inspired by them too.

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The small town was full of life with people laughing, shouting and loud music people played. Levi winced at the screams of people in the scare maze. He pinched the bridge of his nose and felt drained from being there. Festivals meant a lot of sins were going to be made, which would be a big meal for him, but the noise was always too much for him to handle.

Vendors lined the street with delicious food to be eaten. Games for people to play were at the top and more at the bottom of the main street. At the bottom resided the most things to do if you wanted to play some games, win prizes or do something romantic. The rides were simple and half of them were likely not up to code. Levi would never go on any of them.

He felt his hair stand up as he felt your warming presence approaching him. He turned and gazed up the road, only to find himself blushing and his heart longing. You were a sight too behind in your sweet autumn outfit. Your thigh highs squeezed your legs in just the right places. Your high-waisted shorts hugged your body the way Levi wish he could. Your turtle neck was baggy and tucked into your shorts. He blushed at your hair being down and you looking casual. He adored you in your art things and now he had the pleasure of adoring you in your normal things.

You huffed at Levi. “Sorry I’m late, I didn’t want to come and then I remembered the free food part.” You tried fixing your hair. “I probably look a right mess.”

He reached over and fixed a bit of your hair standing up. “You look divine.”

You smiled softly at his compliment. “Thanks.” You let out a long sigh and looked out at the festival. “Seems okay.”

“It’s reasonable.”

You stood next to him and looked up at him. “You look like you might shit yourself.”

He looked down at you. “Is it that obvious I don’t want to be here?”

You raised your shoulder. “Eeehhhh. A little.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Your support is practically oozing off you.”

“Aw, I’m glad you noticed.”

He smirked a little. “So, where do you want to spend all my money at first?”

You slapped him on the back. “You owe me for getting rid of Mrs White, so be nice or I’ll go find her and bring her over.”

His eye twitched. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh, I dare.”

He stared at you and loved the playfulness you had within you. “Very well.”

You hugged his arm. “You’re the best.”

He perked up at feeling your breasts against him for just a moment. He snapped out of his happy land when you walked ahead. He caught up with you and stayed at your side. “Do you get some sort of pleasure out of torturing me?”

You hummed and mocked thinking. “Great question.”

“You didn’t answer me.”

You giggled. “It’s more fun that way.”

He held back a smile. “And yet I’m the ass.”

“Never said I wasn’t.” You winked at him making him blush. You approached a vendor and looked at the waffles they were making fresh. “Ow, could I have one with strawberries, cream and chocolate?”

Levi handed over the money. “Make that two.”

The owner smiled. “Sure thing, father. I’m a little surprised to see you with such a lovely lady.”

You laughed. “He has to put up with me, seeing as I’m painting his temple.”

“Oh! You’re the lady up by the ceiling?”

“That’s me.”

They leaned on the table as their friend made the order. “I’ve never seen you at a sermon. This is also the first time I’ve seen you. Are you shy or rude?”

Levi stepped to the side and shielded you a little with his body. “She’s been working hard and I’ve been taking up most of her social time. She comes in when the sun rises and works until late into the night. Sometimes she sleeps up there so she can wake up and work.”

They blushed at his words. “Oh…”

“I believe you should apologise to my friend.”

They cleared their throat. “Sorry.”

You shrugged. “It’s okay. I umm…plan on being around more. Just, give me more time to make a big enough dent in the work.”

Levi turned to you. “You do not need to give excuses. This child of the gods has forgotten the teachings of our very religion. Love, courage, honesty, compassion, charity and wisdom. By insulting my friend here, you went against many.”

They bowed. “I am so sorry. I’ll do better.”

Levi put his arm around your shoulders. “I’m disappointed.”

You took the wrapped-up waffles from the person making it and heard their hushed sorry for their friend being rude. You smiled a little. “No problem. Father? We should get going and eat.”

Levi took his waffle and walked with you. He gazed down at you to see something was bothering you. “Are you okay?”

You gulped down your food. “I’m okay. I’m just worried. I come walking into this town and cause a mess.” You let out a long sigh. “I should just step back maybe. I dunno.”

“You have done nothing wrong.”

You stopped for a moment and looked at Levi. “I don’t want to cause problems.”

“You’re not.”

You put your rubbish in the bin. “You’re too kind.” You licked your lips. “I’m going to chat to the local mechanic for a bite.”

Levi frowned at your comment. “Why?”

You moved away from Levi and walked over to a broad tall young man, ears covered in nice piercings. His big hands were covered in rings. His hair was black and slicked back under his big cowboy hat. You gasped at how darkly handsome he was and when he spoke to those around him, he had a deep voice. You admired the stubble he had.

You walked right up to him. “Excuse me?”

He flinched and looked down at you. He blushed hard as he took you in. “Why, hello there little missy.”

“Do I look that young?”

He took his hat off. “I apologise. Is it ma’am?”

You laughed and offered your name as you held your hand out. “I work in the temple restoring the art. I actually need your help.”

“I’m Dean.” He gulped hard. “Sure thing, m-ma’am. What can I do for ya?”

You sighed. “I need some help with my scaffolding. Are you any good with that?”

“I am. I can come by and fix anything wrong in no time.”

You let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you so much. I have everything up, but there have been some issues.”

He smirked at you. “I can do that. You’re really cute.”

Levi’s eye twitched when he saw Dean’s aura filled with red, meaning he was lusting after you. Levi called your name. “Come, we have more things to try. I will send you details about when you can come to the temple.”

Dean winked. “Sure thing, father.” He put his hat back on. “I’ll see you around.”

You waved to Dean and walked with Levi down the street. “He seemed nice.”

Levi growled. “Tch, he might be but he’s been a little shit. He helps other people out, sure, but he used to cause damage to places when he was a kid. He’s had an on and off again relationship with Loralee. She is the princess of the town.” He held your upper arm. “Just to warn you, stay away from those two otherwise you’ll be wrapped up in all sorts of problems.”

You gazed at Levi and smiled softly making your aura pink and white with a small bit of red, meaning your feelings for Levi were more on the romantic side than the red lust. You hummed as you blushed. “You’ve got nothing to worry about, okay? He’s an attractive guy, but my eyes are set on someone else whom I know very well I can’t have.”

Levi tilted his head a little. “Who?”

You pinched his cheek. “You are so innocent it’s adorable.” You let out a long sigh as you let your sad smile slip. “You really are sweet.”

Levi walked closer as he felt drawn to you. He wanted to confess so badly that he was a demon, that you could love him and like him freely. “So are you. You are beyond wonderful.” He lightly touched your cheek. “You deserve the world.”

You smiled softly as you leaned into his touch. “You still haven’t made up for dragging me here.”

He laughed at your jest. “Forgive me. What can I get you?”

You walked with him. “Hot chocolate with the works.”

He reached over and linked his pinkie with yours. “I can do that.”

You blushed. “Great.”

Levi stopped by the hot chocolate station and felt his heart flutter at having small contact with you and treating it like a date. He paid for the drinks and wandered with you towards the rides and games, but he was worried. “I have to warn you.”

You sipped your drink. “What’s up?”

“We’re about to go through the 1950s.”

You laughed and looked ahead. “Oh, the Stepford wives.”

Levi let out a long sigh. “They have this weird obsession with me. I think they have a fan club.”

You snorted at the thought, it was amusing to think a bunch of married women who had young grandkids and adult children made a little fan group. “Who’s the head of it all?”

“Mrs Edith Primrose.” He pointed to a tall woman who was clearly sinched and had plastic surgery to look young, her hair was blonde and curled up tightly, her dress was like it was from the 50s and her movements were graceful. It was clear to you that people were terrified of her and she was the Queen of them all.

You hummed. “Let me guess, her daughter is Loralee?”

Levi tapped the side of his nose. “You’re getting it.”

You downed some of your drink. “So, avoid both, yeah? And in the process, I need to stay away from Dean.” You paused a moment. “Anyone else?”

“No, you’re good.”

He hummed a laugh. “You got it.”

You nodded and walked into the Stepford zone. “Oh, they have some great games down there! I’m going to look!”

Levi panicked as you went to run away from him. He grabbed your upper arm making you cheekily laugh. “You are not going anywhere. You will not leave me with those wicked women.”

You laughed. “Okay, okay, but we have to move fast because I cannot stand women like her.”

“Got it.” He walked through them and heard the giggles and whispers begin. He looked down at you. “Can we talk, or pretend we’re talking?”

“Sure, what do you wanna talk about?” You gasped. “Oh! We could have another theology chat, I love those.”

He smiled softly. “Right, let me think. Oh, how do you feel about angels and demons in the texts?”

“It what sense?”

He blushed a little as his question got personal. “Who do you think is better? If you had the chance to date one?”

You didn’t even need to think about this. “Demons, easy question.”

Levi’s cheeks burned. “Why demons?”

You stopped in your path and looked at a sign. “Well, they are the sinners, right? They’ll be better lovers. They’ll love you with everything they have. There’s that saying about heroes and villains. A hero will give their love up to save the world.” You locked eyes with Levi. “But a villain will break the world for their love. I think that’s far more romantic. Don’t you?”

He nodded. “I truly do.”

“Plus, angels are good boys. They’ll be so vanilla. Demons though, they’ll be kinky and I like that.”

Levi blushed hard. “Kinky? That’s what you’re into?”

“Sorry, did that offend you?” You walked closer to him. “My mistake, I should say it like this. “Forgive me father for I have sinned.”

He shivered. “Oh, Gods…”

You pulled back. “Anything else, father?”

He groaned as you batted your lashes at him. “ So, you don’t like angels?”

“No.” You turned to Levi and sighed. “They are egotistic and selfish. Why would I want to be with someone like that? I want something passionate, deep, loving, caring, almost crazy kind of love.” You smiled a little. “I know it’s dangerous, but it’s nice when it’s done well.”

A forced posh voice spoke. “I disagree!” You both turned to see Edith approach, her makeup almost perfect but a bit thick. “Demons are wicked things that are full of sins, but angels guide us all. Why would you want a disgusting demon when you could have a wonderful angel?”

You smiled softly. “My mistake. I was simply teasing father Levi here.”

“That so?” She walked closer with a strained smile. “And who are you? I know everyone in this town, but I don’t know you.”

Levi placed his hand on your shoulder and said your name softly “is repairing the art in the temple. She’s done a fine job. You haven’t seen her because I’ve been rather possessive with her and taken up most of her time. I am sorry.”

She smiled at Levi and became weak at his words. “Oh, well all is forgiven but it would be nice to see her more.” She looked you up and down. “She’s…cute.”

Levi clenched his jaw as he felt irritated. “Excuse us, Mrs Primrose, but my friend and I were in the middle of a conversation and I was showing her around.”

She smiled at you. “Getting special treatment, huh?”

You let out a long sigh. “Yeah, actually. I get the best. He and I go back to my place and have a big fat orgy. We use all sorts of toys and I use both the Gods’ names in vain. I put a lead on him and make him call my mommy.”

She gasped in horror. “You! You! You!”

Levi stifled his laughs. “She’s messing with you because you’ve been rude. I must say, you are not following my teachings very well.”

She blushed hard. “Forgive me. I was very sinful.”

Levi enjoyed the aura of jealousy coming off her and shame. “You will be forgiven, but you should work hard to be a better person because it’s good and not to simply earn your place in paradise.” Levi put his hand on your back. “What do you say?”

You let out a long sigh. “I want to say sorry for snapping. It’s been a coping thing ever since my…never mind, I shouldn’t make excuses. I’m sorry.”

“It’ll be okay. Let’s enjoy the rest of the festival, shall we?”

You nodded and walked with Levi down to the gaming area. “I’m sorry.”

He cast his steel blue eyes on you. “For what?”

“I kind of made it worse.”

He rubbed your back. “You did great. She needs someone to snap at her. You were really funny.”

You blushed a little. “Thanks.”

He stopped in front of a vendor and bought a bag of popcorn. “Want to go in the scary maze?”

You stared at the corn maze and thought it was a cute date idea, but you had to remind yourself that Levi was a priest. “Sure.” You grabbed the bag of popcorn. “Payment.”

He paid for the mazes. “My intention.” He stayed at your side and shared the popcorn with you as people screamed and laughed in the maze. “May I ask something?”

You hummed in agreement. “You can. I mean, we have an open-book policy, right?”

“You mentioned it was a coping mechanism, the whole joking and poking fun thing.” He stopped for a moment. “Coping for what? What happened to you?”

You watched three kids run past giggling away. You smiled as you saw them go. “Wanna know why I am not part of your religion?”

He nodded. “I do.”

You hugged yourself. “Joseph was a beacon of good for the religion. He was a good boy whom everyone praised. I fell for it. Got involved with him and he spoke about your religion like it was beautiful, like it was a dream. I thought I found my happiness, but then he became twisted. He lost his mind, thought he was in touch with the Gods and tried to…” You let out a long sigh. “I lost myself and it left a bad taste in my mouth. I escaped, thankfully, due to my job. I moved to a city to work, changed my number and got someone to collect my things. I never looked back.”

Levi held your hand. “I’m so sorry.”

You sniffed a little as you held back tears. “It felt like he was eating away at me. It’s hard to explain.”

Levi now understood that darkness inside you. Something wasn’t right with your ex, something about him was bad inside that gave him the ability to eat at your light. Levi knew the darkness in you, the small amount was the remains of him. Levi knew what he had to do. He was going to devour the bad in your soul and then break your ex.

You gasped when Levi grabbed your hand and pulled you into the corn away from everyone. “Levi, what are you doing?” You stumbled after him. “Hey!”

He stopped before pulling you against his chest and holding you. “I’m sorry.”

You shook in Levi’s arms. Your arms slowly reached up until you finally grabbed his back and held him. “Thank you.”

He kissed your forehead and took that moment to absorb the darkness within you. He ate it all up and knew this bad was from someone touched by an angel. He pulled back and smiled. “Feel better?”

You inhaled deeply and let out a long sigh. You smiled as you felt truly happy for the first time in years. You felt no weight within you. “Yes. It’s like a weight has been lifted.” You laughed a little. “You’re incredible. Thank you.”

“It’s a pleasure.” He held your hand and pulled you through the corn until you were both out. He released your hand and sighed. “We should head back, right?”

You nodded. “Sure.”

“Father Levi!” A woman’s voice echoed.

Levi winced at the voice. “Yes, Mrs Rogers?”

She grinned at Levi. “Could you please help us? My husband got sick and can’t do the dunk tank. He hasn’t been dunked yet. You won’t be because it’s very rare.” She clasped her hands together. “Please, father Levi. All you need to do is sit on the seat above the water and people throw balls at the target.” She grinned. “It’s for charity.”

You sniggered as Levi looked over at you. “Yeah, father Levi, it’s for charity. Besides, you won’t get dunked.”

Levi held back a groan. “Very well. I’ll do it.” He walked with you and whispered. “I would have thought you’d have my back.”

You smirked. “What are the teachings of your religion?”

He groaned. “You’re evil.”

“I am.” You stopped by the dunk tank. “I’ll take your wallet, phone, keys and anything else.”

Levi grumbled as he gave you everything you asked for. “There, no more valuables.”

“Thank you. I’ll take good care of it all.”

He hummed and climbed up to the seat and sat down. He let out a long sigh. “For charity, right?”

You winked at him. “You’re right. Besides, you’re not gonna get dunked.”

“Uh-huh.”

Levi sat back in his seat and saw you were right. He was there for a while and not a single person dunked him. He got a little bored sitting up there, but you would perk him up by chatting to him and keeping him positive. He’d blush a little and enjoyed the spark between you both. He adored how lively you seemed now that he’d taken away the darkness.

Mrs Rogers sighed. “We’re almost done.” She smiled at you and softly said your name. “Want to try?”

You put Levi’s things down. “Sure.” You took the ball and stood where you needed to be. “Let’s see…”

Levi folded his arms. “Now I know I am safe. There’s no chance you’ll dunk me.”

You tossed the ball up and down. “Oh yeah?”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

You narrowed your eyes at him and wanted him to eat his words. You threw the ball hard and missed. “Damn it.”

Mrs Rogers handed you another ball. “You get three tries.”

You smirked at Levi. “Two more, father.”

“And you’ll miss the last two.”

You threw the second and hit the target. You gasped at being lucky and watching Levi drop down into the water. You jumped up and down. “I got you!”

Mrs Rogers clapped her hands. “Yes! Well done!” She hummed a laugh. “I’m not gonna lie, I have wanted to know what he looks like wet.” She winked at you. “Thank you.”

You giggled. “Well, he’s a handsome man.”

Levi stood up in the tank so the water was up to his waist. He gasped and pushed back his wet hair. His dark gaze locked onto you making you shiver. He growled your name. “You surprised me.”

Your cheeks burned as you saw more of Levi’s body, his wonderful chiselled frame. “Mrs Rogers? Do you have a towel?”

She eyed Levi. “Oh, I do, but this is nice.”

You saw a little crowd of women gathering. You hurried to the stall and found a towel for Levi. You offered your hand to him and helped him get out. “My place is super close. We’ll go and you can have a hot shower and dry off.”

Levi rubbed himself with the towel a little and admired your aura being a rather sweet one. You cared a lot about him and wanted to hide him away to protect him. “Thank you.”

You put the towel around his shoulders before picking his things up from the floor. “I know what it’s like to have people stare at you.” You ushered him along. “It’s not nice being seen as a piece of meat. You’re a priest, for pity’s sake.”

“So, you didn’t like what you saw? Would you prefer Dean?”

You shook your head. “Dean? No.” You looked up at Levi. “I’ve already told you where my affection lies.”

Levi knew you cared for him, he could see it in your aura. He said your name softly. “I am teasing.”

You opened your garden gate. “You…” You huffed. “You got me.” You led him to your front door and allowed him in. “I don’t really have men’s clothes, but I do have some big things. Will that be okay?”

“Yes, thank you.” He slipped his shoes off before following you upstairs to your bathroom. He smiled a little as you turned the shower on for him. “I’ll get your clothes ready. I’ll take your wet ones as well.” You stepped outside the room and waited. “Ready when you are.”

Levi peeled off his clothes and handed them over. “Thank you.”

You rushed off with his thing and stood in front of your washer. You inhaled his natural scent and moaned at how nice he smelt. You groaned a little at how embarrassing your actions were. You shoved Levi’s clothes in the washers and added a few nice things. You next laid out all his personal things before you grabbed some jogging bottoms you owned, your baggiest shirt and a thick cardigan. You placed it all on your bed ready for Levi. You flinched as your bathroom door was shoved open.

Levi stepped out with the towel wrapped low on his hips. His defined V had water rolling down it. His abs shimmered as the light hit the water on them. His pecs were plump and squeezable. “Those mine?”

You gulped hard as you felt a shiver run through you. Your eyes dragged all over his body. You weren’t sure what to say or do. “Hot.”

Levi walked closer to you causing something big to tap against the towel, only adding more fuel to your fire. “Hot? Are you not well?”

“I-I-I…uh…”

He placed the back of his hand on your head. “You feel a little warm.” He touched your neck and slid his hands up to check your glands. “You feel a little run down. Maybe you should take time off painting. I think that’s a good idea, don’t you?”

You nodded. “Y-yes.” You blinked a few times. “How did you get so muscular?”

“I carry books.”

You frowned. “Some heavy fucking books.”

He laughed. “Yeah.” He released you. “I better get changed.”

You jumped. “Oh! Yes. Sorry, umm I tried my best with these. I’ll make a pot of tea.”

Levi watched you run off and felt his heart swell in his chest. He teased you on purpose, but your reaction was adorable. He expected red in your aura, but you have pink and whites again and a bit of red. He found himself falling hard for you. All the questions he asked were to test if he could be with you. You’d been around him for almost two months and his heart yearned for you. He needed to know that you could handle being with a demon. If you could ever love a demon.

He dried himself off and dragged on the bottoms first to see that they were a bit lose on him. He yanked the shirt on and saw it was rather tight on his chest. It clung to his pecs and abs tightly leaving little to the imagination. He topped it off with the cardigan and hummed in happiness at how soft it all was and it smelt of you. He inhaled deep allowing himself to drown in your natural scent. He released a long moan as temptation slowly bubbled away inside him.

He felt compelled to find you. His body moved before his brain even caught up with him. He followed your scent as his demon needs took over. He strolled into your kitchen to see you humming away as you made tea and some treats. He glided over to you like a starved beast. He grabbed your arm and pressed you against the wall causing you to release the cutest squeak. He slammed one arm above your head, his pelvis pressed against yours, and his other hand held your upper arm as he looked down at you.

You shivered as you looked up into his eyes to see his pupils were slits like a cat’s. Part of his slicked-back wet hair on one side hung a little in front of his face. “Father?”

He released your arm and held your waist instead. “Call me by my name when we’re alone.”

“Levi.” Your voice was hushed due to a mixture of excitement and worry. You were very attracted to Levi and you knew you shouldn’t be. You reached up and lightly touched his cheek making him relax. “Levi.”

He closed his eyes and leaned into your loving touch. He sighed your name as he felt compelled by all the forces to take you as his own. He opened his eyes and smiled as you ran your thumb over his bottom lip. “You say it so beautifully.”

You searched his eyes. “Your pupils…”

He turned his head and knew he’d let a part of his demon side slip. “Sorry.”

You turned his head and looked back at his eyes. “Don’t hide them. I think they’re beautiful. I’ve never seen that before.”

He lit up. “You like that?”

“I do.”

He smiled softly. “No one in this town has seen them before. I’m scared to show them. However, you saying they’re beautiful gives me a little boost. So, thank you.”

You traced under his eyes. “You shouldn’t be afraid of something so beautiful.”

“It runs in my family. It happens when I get excited.”

You smirked at him before giggling. “So, little old me excites the priest, huh?”

He tapped his forehead against the wall by your ear. “You have no idea.”

You ran your hands down his chest. “Forgive me, father.”

He pulled back and smiled at you. “You do that on purpose.”

You smirked at him. “I love winding you up.”

He leaned closer as his lips tingled and desired to be connected with yours. He paused then pulled back as the kettle clicked off. “I’ll finish the tea.”

You gripped your chest as your heart threatened to jump out of it. “Sure.” You eyed your joggers on him to see that they fitted him pretty well. His plump bubble butt was tamed behind them. He dragged your eyes up and blushed when you noticed your shirt was a little tight on him. “Ah, I should get you a better shirt.”

Levi glanced over at you and felt amused by your flustered state. “No need. This one is just fine.” He handed you your cup. “It’s not that tight.”

Your hands hugged your cup as you stared at him. “It’s weird seeing you in normal clothes.”

“That bad?” He leaned against the counter and felt worried.

“Nah.” You smiled at him to reassure him. “It’s refreshing and it looks good on you.” You pushed away from the wall and walked to your living room. “So, your things should make it to the dryer tonight, but it’ll be late by the time it’s finished. You can go home in my things and I’ll return your uniform tomorrow, or you can stay the night here. I have a spare room.”

He fiddled with his cup and fought a lot of feelings inside him. He wanted to stay, but if he did people might talk about you in a bad way. If he left you, you’d be all alone and he’d miss out on your company and being close to you. He was conflicted, but he knew in his heart what he really wanted.

You sat back in your seat. “I won’t be offended if you leave.”

“I’ll stay.” He relaxed on the sofa. “It makes more sense to stay and wait for my clothes.” He added a sarcastic tone to his next words. “Plus, I don’t want to pass up on this incredible hospitality.”

You laughed. “Ass.”

He hummed. “Besides, you dunked me so you have to make it up to me.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You stood up. “I’ll make us something small to eat seeing as we ate a lot at the festival for dinner.”

“Sure. Can I help?”

“I’m good.”

Levi watched you work and looked around your home to see you were slowly adding your personal touch to the place. He relaxed in his seat more and took the food you offered. He talked with you until it was late in the night and you passed out in your seat.

Levi scooped you up into his arms before carrying you upstairs and softly laying you in bed. He tucked you in as he smiled softly at how cute you were. He left you and moved his clothes to the dryer before going to the spare room you’d set up for him. He climbed under the covers and let out a long sigh as he thought about you. He wished with everything within him that he could be in your room with you now just holding you, but he couldn’t. He wanted to kiss you so badly, but he needed to at least take you on another date. Levi considered today to be your first date together, he just hoped you felt the same.

You woke up an hour later and whined at being in your normal clothes. You changed into your bed things and slipped back under the covers. You lay there gazing into the dark as you thought about how you and Levi were today. Part of your started to believe that it was more like a date than anything else. Your cheeks burned as you thought about dating Levi. He was perfect for you, but the major problem was he was a priest and he had to be celibate. You couldn’t cross that line.

Could you?

[musouie]

𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐊 - 𝐋. 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍

pairing: priest!levi ackerman x fem!reader ★

cw- sacrilege, blasphemy, power play, voyeurism, paranoia, degradation, loss of virginity, p in v, choking, whipping, sex in a church // ao3 version - 7.7kwc

synopsis: Father Levi believes you to be a demon in human guise. His only solution? To fuck the evil out of you.

Your head hung heavy as 'amen' tumbled from your lips, weighed down by shame and the burden of confession. Your chest was tight with it, your tongue sour from it, and you would hold back the admission if you could, but it was nigh as much a bother to suppress the truth as it was to speak it.

Thus, it spilled out onto the cold stones of the chapel's floor. Twisting around your body like fog, insinuating around you like arms, tightening about your shoulders as if to wrench them down in penance.

Each time you uttered it – the truth – the ropes of guilt that bound you drew taut...

You should have swallowed it. 

“Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.” The words felt clumsy and overly articulated upon your tongue, thick like grease, coated with bile. “I have known temptation.” They stuck to the back of your throat. “I have failed to resist.” Like flies in the heat, they squirmed. “I have broken the commandments” — They peeled off like paper and scattered in a foul haze about you — “in thought.”

“How so, child?”

His voice came slowly, ponderously, from the other side of the lattice. It almost crawled around the cold confessional as if he might approach you and set his cold, clammy hand upon yours where they trembled in your lap. Where they clenched your dress.

“I have wicked in...tents.” You heaved, the effort of forcing your words past your lips almost too much. “And done unmentionable deeds.”

“It is not wholly uncommon to be guilty of such. Tell me what has come about,” he implored, and the faint trickle of skin-on-skin told you he interlinked his hands.

Trembling and gripping your thighs as you relented, "I have dreamt foul things. I have thought sinful thoughts.” Blasphemous. Monstrous. Weeks and weeks and weeks. “I have sullied my flesh in darkness.” The nightmares were so terribly lucid, they'd spill you from sleep, soaked and hot and — you clenched your legs together. “I have roused myself to impure pleasures.” Shamefully, each time in succession.

“And in your unconscious moments, how do these thoughts manifest?” His voice did not rise. He did not shun you. At that point, your terror took on a new dimension when you considered that he already knew the answer. 

Your next confession came a whimper, no louder than a mew, and the priest shifted in his seat. “There is a man — I see him in my sleep — but he is not real.” You paused. “Or rather, this version of him isn't.”

“This version?”

“He looks like someone I know.”  Your nails sunk into your inner thigh. “He acts like him, too. He talks, walks, and even smells like him" A shudder wracked through you "But it is not him. He would never...”

“Ah.” Is all the priest could manage. There's a grunt, then silence. But a silence so full. 

Then, quietly he spoke, and the soft inflection of sympathy he allowed to colour his tone caused your grip on your flesh to loosen in surprise.

“Lust is no foreign notion, Child. At the very eve of creation mankind was driven by it. What man is not?” You knot your hands together. “It is part of the human experience, the human consequence, and acknowledging it is the first step towards redemption.”

“This is not mere lust, Father,” you said, or whispered perhaps.

“Sin never is.”

You swallowed hard, relieved by his understanding, yet the sting of shame lingered. “I am aware, Father, but it feels... overwhelming. It consumes my thoughts, my prayers. I fear that it is all that I am.”

“Lust?”

You nodded, a gesture unseen. “Lust. It all but runs through my veins.”

“Well, the path to-”

“-Father, you do not understand!” you interrupted, your voice bordering on a whine. It carried far louder than you'd intended, rattling the rafters, and the volume frightened you. Your eyes darted to the stained windows.

“...And why might that be?”

“I cannot help but act on it…I...I touch myself," you admit, this time with your voice much softer. “My fingers meet my warmth most days than not, an insatiable craving that haunts my waking hours. I find release as the sun rises, and again as it falls, the same man haunting my thoughts each night.”

“I- see…” came the priest’s response, and silence descended once more.

You assumed that he was coming up with a satisfying response…something to quell your worry and to ease your mind.

However, unbeknownst to you, on the other side of the confessional booth a naughty priest was breathing raggedly into the palm of his hand as a tent grew in his breeches.

“Father…?” you called out, panicked, nerves betraying your curiosity in a shrill whine. Silence was, after all, often never a good thing.

But this silence? No, he couldn't tell you of it; how he was clamping a hand to the source of his torture to still the throbbing. He couldn't tell you how his mind was flying, like a bird darting this way and that in flight, from blasphemy, to Hell, to gluttony, and all of the many awful sins this would lead him to committing.

He gulped, and tried his hand at speaking.

But he needed a second to compose himself. That was the truth. A selfish moment to collect his thoughts, in which he could keep his voice from hitching under the strain of his excitement. This was sin, most definitely, but the things that he was thinking-

He opened his mouth with a swift exhalation then, and in his breath a serpent was coiled. Subdued, but coiled. “F-Forgive me, pray continue.” He said with a crack in his voice. “For there is no surer way to be washed anew than to unburden oneself of everything.”

His sentence petered out, and you heard him gulp. It must not just be yourself, then, who was nervous.

Somewhat calmed, you continued,

“...I-It is not only that...I wish to touch him too. I envision it. Oh, I do, I do. I imagine him taking me, Father, in as many ways as there are stars in heaven, whispering devotion into my ear the same way that the Devil does in the late of the night. Oh, Father, I know that not even God can absolve me of such an offense. As much as I pray for forgiveness, I know he will not grant it. Will refuse to."

The priest audibly swallowed. Was it just him or had the temperature risen? He licked his lips, his breath suddenly seeming stuck within him. Why was he breathing so heavily? He wanted to exhale softly through his mouth, his shoulders rising slightly in his bid for air but… He could not.

“It is all just indecent up here, Father. Indecent, obscene, and vile. How can God find affection for one with a mind as corrupt as mine?”

“Child,” he said, in that strained voice once again, “how can He extend His love to any among us? We are all stained, all guilty of transgressions; it is His mercy that distinguishes Him.”

A shaky laugh fled your lips, and it rattled throughout the wooden panel of the confessional. “But Father, do you, too, grapple with such earthly desires? Could you possibly understand my plight?”

The question slipped from your lips before you could keep it, and the immediate silence in the still air made your heart pound. You wanted to retract it, swallow it down—

But before you could open your mouth, the answer came.

“...I am, after all, a man of flesh and blood.”

Your gut twinged, a sudden rush of warmth flooding your body like hot water had been spilt, because the priest's voice was husky, and quiet as it was, it was rough with an emotion you had never heard from his tongue before.

Something rawer, something far less pure.

You swallowed thickly.

“W-Well how do you expel such thoughts, Father? I have yet to learn, so if you, too, carry heavy sins such as I...”

Again, the priest let out an unsettling noise. A sound from his lungs of forced expulsion.

“With discipline,” he said firmly. “And with prayer. A shepherd is no use to his sheep unless he possesses a rod. The mind is not so unlike the flock, oh child. We must bring it under control, lest it wander into damnation. If you say that you are a beast, if your mind is a slave to flesh, then tame it, child.”

You pressed your lips together. Tightly so, that your chin began to tremble. “...And what if it does not work, Father? That is what I fear most. What if the carnal urge is far too potent, that not even the Lord himself can tame it…that not even the Holy Trinity, in all their might, can dominate it in its entirety?”

A silence settled between the two of you. A kind, eerie and silent as it was—a pit of sorts, hollowed out into the chapel's stone floor—that left you with the sense that you could fall into it. Or be sunk by it, should the tension prove too much.

“...Do you want to be saved?” The priest asked, his voice dropping considerably in its volume. Perhaps he had inched forward. Perhaps he was all but a breathing shadow, here but a spectre, as half as solid as he was in the eyes of his parish.

“Yes…” you whispered, because though you had not said it out loud, that was, indeed, the singular purpose for your visit. Saving yourself from whatever horrible, deadly thing preyed on you in the night, whenever it found you.

“Then simply have faith.”

“I am trying but…”

“But what?” came harshly.

You lowered your eyes, staring at your feet once again. The cool, worn surface of the confessional's wooden bench pressed against your palms. “Nothing, Father.”

And he said not a word in return. Not for a long while, at least.

It was a silence that stretched on and on and on, a silence that threatened to engulf you, a silence punctuated only by a shaky exhale from beyond the lattice. “Tell me… are- are you a virgin still, child?”

The inquiry was soft, fraught, more intimate than his last, and your head snapped up. A beat or two passed before the gravity of his question properly hit you. When it did, you felt the flurry of a blush bloom across the flush that already coloured your cheeks.

“Yes, I…” you faltered. “I have never given over to temptation. Not yet, Father.”

The last part was stated slowly. Deliberately. Delicately.

He sighed, a sound laden with relief. “Then your temptation shall be greater than any others’, for the Devil desires to rob you of your innocence and purity.” He could see your hand rise to your mouth. “You must resist him, my child. You must counter your lewd thoughts with two prayers and quell your desire with two verses.”

“Father,” you whimpered, and his cock throbbed and pulsated. 

His chest heaved as he reclined against the bench, trying his hardest not to palm his crotch, though it was proving more difficult by the second.

He found it repulsive and vile that he was growing aroused at a penitent’s vulnerability, at their struggles. But your whines and your fantasies had gotten the best of him.

He had spent so long under the thumb of cold celibacy, and it had taken merely fifteen minutes to undo that resolve. But now, nothing was as abhorrent as his indecency. Nothing except how much he now desperately wanted to seek his own release. 

He too, needed to repent.

“It must be done, lest you wish to be defiled.”

You felt a surge of heat in your veins, a fire that burned your flesh. You knew not what to do, for you were torn between obedience and curiosity.

What was this strange feeling that stirred within you, this longing that you could not name?

“Father,” you whispered pitifully, “please, have mercy on me. I do not understand what is happening to me. I do not want to sin, but I cannot help myself.”

To this the priest spoke sternly, as if to scold you. “My child, you are under the influence of a dark and powerful force. A force that preys on the weak and the innocent. A force that lurks in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike. A force that you must resist at all costs.”

And it was then that you realised what this longing was. This longing that you could not name.

“Father…” 

You wished to be defiled. To be ruined by a darkness that you could not see, could not touch, but could very well touch you. You wished for it to slither into your room in the dead of night, to use you, corrupt you, until your legs could not hold you up any longer.

“Let us pray,” the priest declared, and rustling sounded.

You bowed your head. 

“God the Father of mercies,” he began, “through the death and resurrection of His Son…”

Your breast heaved, and your breaths grew short and sharp as a heat bloomed within you. 

“...has reconciled the world to Himself and sent the Holy Spirit among us for the forgiveness of sins.”

Your hand crept from the bench to the lap of your gown, slowly and without your registering it.

“Through the ministry of the Chapel, may God give you pardon and peace.”

Your palm glided across your thigh and to your clothed crotch.

“I absolve you from your sins, in the name of the Father…”

Your breath caught as a lone finger swiped against your slit, and you repeated the motion to re-experience the blissful feeling.

“...and of the Son…”

You threw your head back as your fingers picked up pace.

“... and of the Holy Spirit.”

Distracted by the heavy breathing that he assumed was a result of weeping, the priest opened his eyes with concern and peered through the wooden partition, through a small hole, scarcely large enough for a finger.

Through that hole he saw you, a vision of sin, splayed across the bench with your legs spread and your mouth ajar like a harlot who knew no better. 

He knew it. He knew it well, then, that his fears had come to pass. You could not be saved, never, for you were-

“Amen,” you moaned. 

The priest closely watched as your eyes widened and your fingers slowed, and as you hastened to compose yourself, even though you thought none could see you.

You crossed your legs, concealing the dark stain on your gown’s crotch, before smoothing your hair and clearing your throat.

He caught only a fleeting glimpse of your expression as you straightened and looked up. Shock and astonishment did he see dancing in the depth of your gaze. As though in the midst of your passion, you had quite forgotten where you were, and your surroundings, and everything else besides.

Had you not known yourself? Were you unaware of your actions? Had you lost yourself in your rapture, the darkness so seductive? How easy it was to succumb!

When finally, you opened your mouth but could not speak, and so the priest said:

“And... I absolve you of your sins.” Though his voice shook, stricken with rage. "God has heard you! Go forth in peace.”

His stomach twisted, his mind blanking, his soul shrieking, cursing your damned whorish nature as you timidly murmured ‘thank you, Father’, and rose with the shuffling of fabric.

He could smell your arousal from even where he sat. It was a stench that filled the box, a poison that seeped into his nostrils. The urge to burst out and grab you by the hair in an unsolicited liaison became staggering as that rancid smell embedded itself onto the insides of his cheeks. Mercy, he could not wait to be rid of you.

He quickly drew the Sign of the Cross, his hand lingering on his right shoulder to ward off lingering evil. “You have confessed and sought forgiveness,” he grunted.

He gathered his belongings, a Bible and rosary, and prepared to leave. “As penance, you must recite ten Ave Marias, five Pater Nosters, and one Actus Contritionis.”

“Yes, Father.” 

You bowed your head and kept it low, lifting it only to exit the booth when you felt it shake with the momentum of being closed.

Only then, did you rise from the bench, your soaked underwear rubbing against your thighs, before you turned the latch on the weathered, wooden door. 

Once you emerged from the confessional, you were surprised to be met with a dim chapel. Just how much time had passed?

Your eyes flitted through the pews in search of another, only to realise the chapel was deserted, save for the priest whom you bared your soul to.

You looked for him then, head pivoting left and right until you caught sight of him upon the pulpit, blowing out the candles that adorned where he stood one by one. 

You strained your eyes trying to recognise who he was, following him in his graceful pursuit to each candle. It was only when he turned his profile that you recognised him. Father Levi. 

Warmth spread across your face as you recounted everything you confessed. 

In your yearning, you had hoped the confessor would be an elder figure, someone who you cared little for and someone certainly not the object of your desires.

Father Levi must have known that it was him you spoke of - that it was he whom you wished would take you. He had to have known.

The countless times he caught you gazing at him, fixating on the movement of his rosy lips, or that one instance when your gaze lingered a moment too long on his—

His eyes found yours over his shoulder, piercing through the shadows. You quickly averted your gaze to the floor. Christ, you thought, nibbling on your lips, had he caught you yet again?

With your head down, you scurried to the nearest pew and knelt, facing the altar. You shut your eyes and began to recite your prayers, your voice wavering slightly as your mind strayed to being alone with the mid-aged priest. He was so near - so within your reach, so alone. Was this fate?

On the fourth prayer, you heard a faint shuffling in front of you. Footsteps. But you ignored them. Alas, a cold hand on your shoulder is what drew you from your prayer, causing you to flinch.

“Be not afraid. Pray, go on,” Father Levi urged, his handsome face smiling down at you. You remained at his waist-level as you recited them.

But how could you go on with him standing right in front of you? All you had to do was move your head, the slightest of the slightest, and you’d be kissing the fabric over his groin. 

Through the veil of your eyelashes, you peered up at the priest, who regarded you with a stern expression - as though he heard every filthy word you’d just thought.

He frowned. “It is alright, my child. God rejoices in your penitence.”

You held his gaze as your prayer poured from your lips. 

After a while, his austere demeanour softened, surrendering to something less severe as you reached your seventh Ave Maria. Your breath hitched as he began to rub your shoulder.

“That is it, you’ve but three more.”

“Yes, Father,” you whispered breathily, relishing in the tender pressure of his thumb gliding along the curve of your neck.

With closed eyes, you surrendered to the caress, a moment of long-desired fulfilment. And with every completed prayer and every completed verse that emitted from your lips, his thumb climbed higher.

Father Levi thumbed the soft expanse of your throat, his eyes darkening as your pulse fluttered under his touch. You seemed so innocent, so pure, so chaste. But your actions belied that image; the things you had told him, the things you had revealed…

You tilted your head ever so slightly and your mouth parted. Through half-lidded eyes, you stared at him unabashed, your sultry lips appearing like a most obscene invitation. He could not hold your gaze.

Unable to endure your wantonness, he made the Sign of the Cross with his free hand.

Then, in an instant, his touch transformed, slender fingers encircling your throat with a sudden ferocity that left you gasping for breath.     “I know what you are,” he snarled, bending over so his angular face was mere inches above yours. 

“Father, what are you doing?”

You tried to free yourself from his vice-like grip, to rise to your feet and gain some advantage, but he was too strong, and he forced you back down onto your knees. With a wicked smile playing on his lips, he leaned closer to your ear.

“Did you take me for a fool, child? Did you think I would not notice how you have poisoned me? Tainted me?”

A shiver coursed through you as his breath brushed your cheek.

“Please, Father, have mercy,” you begged. “Whatever I have done, please have mercy.”

“Mercy? You do not know the meaning of mercy. You’ve never even seen her, spawn of Lucifer.”

“P-Pardon?”

In a tone that resonated with an otherworldly chill, he hissed, “Confess, child, for the devil has taken up residence within you. Your sins are a stench that even the hounds of hell recoil from.”

Then, fear gripped you tighter than Father Levi ever could. “Father, please, I am not what you think. I know not what you speak of!”

“You lie! I am not as weak as Adam. I shall not be so easily deceived by Satan and his marionette. For what other would be stirred by lust within the sacred sanctuary of a chapel, worse still, at the hands of a priest?"

“Father…please…”  You writhed against his hold. “Release me.”

“For 7,000 years our kind has been at war, and one such as you shall not be the cause of my corruption.” His free hand rose, fingers twisting into his dark hair. “I must root you out. Dig into your core. Take a chunk out of your heart.”

A wave of desperation tore through you at the sharp sound of his breathing, and you begged, “Please, Father. I am not your enemy. What can I do to prove my intentions to you? By God-”

“Do not speak of God!” he roared, spit flying from his lips. “Do not profane Him. Those who have sinned cannot speak His holy name.”

“Father-”

He cocked his head to the side, jaw clenching, the hollows of his cheeks stretching his skin taut. “Do not grovel, so. It is a pathetic sight. What worth is a demon if he is feeble?”

“So then I am no-”

The priest’s fingers dug deeper into your flesh. “Quiet with your nonsense,” was forced through clenched teeth. “I’ve grown tired of your excuses. You are but a demon, sent to tempt me, to test my faith, to make me fall.”

“Faith,” you breathed, the word a defiance, and you tried with all your might to steady the tremor in your voice, “is it so delicate that I, mere flesh and bone, could fracture it? Have you strayed so far that a mere nudge would send you plummeting?”

“Enough.”

“Is this the strength of your faith, Father?”

“Enough!”  he bellowed, releasing your throat and shoving you into the pew as if eager to relinquish you from his grasp. Like you were nothing more than vermin in his hold.

“You shall not make me falter. You shall not sow seeds of doubt within me, you cursed creature!”  His face twisted into something so uncharacteristically grotesque, marred with a rage so fierce it could cast angels from their heavenly perch.

With trembling hands, you instinctively sought your throat, quickly drawing in air that your lungs so desperately yearned for. Each breath a gasp that tasted of dust. Through your blurred vision, you could see Father Levi’s figure retreating.

“Father, where are you going?” you managed to croak.

“I am going to fetch the whip,” he said. “You need more than words to atone for your sins. You need agony. You need blood. You need God's wrath.”   You watched through lidded eyes as he ascended the steps to the pulpit and vanished behind the heavy drapery. You trembled against the cool floor and rasped the remaining of your ten Ave Marias. 

As you lay in your heap, something dawned upon you: You could have fled. You could have escaped and hidden within the refuge of your own abode. You could have condemned him. But instead, you remained, awaiting the lash upon your flesh.

Is this what you desired? Were you indeed…corrupted? A vessel for Satan? There was no other answer, for why else would you harbour such thoughts… and why else would your underwear be dripping?

You heard his footsteps echoing in the corridor, growing near’r and near’r, no doubt with the instrument of your punishment in hand.

You watched as he slowly descended the steps, brandishing a braided whip with a handle adorned with symbols of crosses and saints. The silver metal of the whip glinted in the dim candlelight as he held it aloft, but none shone brighter than his cruel smile.

He seized you by the hair and thrust your face into the cold floor where many had trodden, your arse high in the air. “Are you ready, child? Are you ready to feel the wrath of the Almighty?” he asked.

The flickering light from the remaining candles cast long shadows, gracing you with the ability to see his arm rise. You heard him murmur, “In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit...”

And then, you felt the whip strike your back, tearing your flesh, drawing forth a crimson tide. You screamed, a sound driven by sheer ecstasy, and he struck again. And again. And again.

You lost count of how many times he lashed you, how many times you cried out, how many times you begged for mercy only to appease to his iniquity.

“Oh, God!” you cried out at one point.

“How humorous. You are turning to the wrong Father for refuge. My God has forsaken you, little demon. He is unresponsive to your pleas.”

You buried your face into the crook of your sweaty arm, stifling a sob behind the prison of your teeth.

“Your resilience is admirable,” he snarled, his voice a low growl. “But futile. You are mine, little demon. And I will break you.”

As the whip found its mark on your arse again, the sting faint now, he fisted your hair and wrenched your head back to face the vaulted ceiling. “Now, tell me, just how did you do it? How did you poison me? How did you breach the sanctum of my mind?”

You parted your parched lips to answer, but he interrupted. “Do you comprehend the extent of the erection I endured tonight? No? Allow me to enlighten you, then. It hurt to sit. To think. All that consumed my thoughts was the desire to relieve myself within that confessional—” Your breath caught in your throat.

“—Which was unlike me. Unlike what I stand for…yet it was all I craved. I wanted nothing more than to pump my shaft until I had given my all. Until I was worn and spent upon that bench, and until you had finished in the room over.”

A strangled noise escaped your throat. He had seen you? 

“Yes, I saw you,” he admitted, a flicker of regret crossing his features as he realised his slip of the tongue. All he could do now was deflect. "Not only did I see you, but God saw you as well. Have you no sense of shame?”

Without thinking, you ground your hips back into his crotch, his bulge grazing against your clit. You both moaned before you could suppress it, and he quickly released your hair, his hand shifting to your hips.

“Sex-crazed beast. Sex-crazed demon.”

He ceased in his lashing, dropping the whip to the ground, and brought his newly freed hand to your other hip as you continued to grind against him. “You satisfy yourself during prayer and you satisfy yourself even now. Is that all that you are?”

“I told you, Father!” you moaned.

“You did,” he murmured, his grip growing tighter. “You did. You are a paradox. A sinner who revels in sin.”

“Yes!” 

“But when I am done with you, you shall become something holy.”

You only let out a whimper, one of which was laden with anticipation.

With your face still pressed against the floor, you shivered as the chill of the air unexpectedly met your skin as your gown rode up. It rose from your ankles to your knees, before the priest bunched it up over your waist.

“Your smell is so potent I can taste you on my tongue.” He hooked a finger around your underwear, slowly revealing your tight pussy to the chapel.

“You’re sodden,” he declared. “You’re filthy. It is only right that I, the vessel of sanctity, be the first to take you, to taste you, to fill you with my sacred essence to your brim.”

You licked your lips, salt coated in its cracks.  Your tongue lingered momentarily at the corner of your mouth, a fleeting contemplation. With all the desperation you could muster you whispered, “Purify me then, Father.”

The priest needed no more from you. He began to undo his cassock, slowly freeing each button as he watched your puffy pussy clench around nothing.

“Are you certain that you’re untouched?” he asked. 

“I am certain. I have allowed no other to touch me, Father. Pleasure has only been derived by my own hand.”

“And now, my own.”

Father Levi, with the speed of a starving man, unzipped his trousers and lowered his underwear, his cassock at his sides, before he freed his fat cock and held it in his hand. 

It was a burning red, far too long neglected, and bubbling with beads of precum at the tip. He rubbed his thumb across his slit before dragging it down his shaft, lubricating it before he’d press into you. For your sake.

“Try to still in your excitement, harlot,” he grunted as your hips swayed. As your bosom heaved. You reached an arm behind your back, fingers hoping to revel in the touch of another, but the priest swatted your limb away.

“We are not making love. Do not reach for me.”    His pale skin stretched taut over the hardness of his cock, the veins pulsing as he stroked himself with his calloused hands. He stole a glance upwards and feasted on the sight of you laid bare before him, his eyes round with greed. Oh, how you glistened in the candlelight.

He situated himself between your parted legs, leaning his weight forward against you. 

The warmth of his chest bore down upon you, his breath hot as it escaped his parted lips. He rubbed the tip of his cock against your folds, your pussy practically drooling, before he dragged it down to your opening and your thighs tightened around him.

“Father!” you panted, but it was not enough. Not for either of you. The feeling of him bare was enough to send you over the edge, but if you finished, then you knew there would be no more of this.

“Worry not, little sinner,” he rubbed your lower back with his thumb, “The pain shall only be brief.”

The priest spat on the crown of his cock, anointing himself. Then, without warning, he shoved his cock into your tight, virgin little cunt, a gravelly groan slipping past his lips at your warmth. He could hear a small wail from beneath him, from you, but it was muffled by the floor, by his breaths, and by the sound of skin slapping against skin.

Your cunt eagerly swallowed him, your walls gripping him so tightly that all the priest could do was groan. He relished in the pleasure of it all, his cock finally wrapped in the embrace of another, celibacy broken and ethics aside. Far aside. Granting him the freedom of animalistic grunts as he pumped in and out of you with a wild abandon.

But eventually, your pleasure gave way to pain and you let out a second wail. “Father, it hurts!” 

A virgin’s first is scarcely easy, so Levi paid little mind to your suffering. To the feeling of your hymen tearing around the tip of his cock as he slid against your walls.

Perhaps, he should’ve prepped you first — softened your impending agony. But you were a demon. Demons needed no sympathy. Demons needed no mercy.

Instead, he rutted his pelvis into your plentiful, supple backside and said, “Your screams are a symphony, a hymn to the fallen. Let your cries reach the ears of the devil, for even he shrinks at the price you pay for salvation."

“Yes, Father! Yes, Father,” you chanted, toes curling at the sweet agony of his fullness.

“Do you sense it?” The nails of his fingers pierced into the soft skin of your round hips, leaving crescent moons in their wake. “Do you sense the ebbing of the darkness?”

You only nodded.

His grip tightened, the coldness of his touch a stark contrast to the burgeoning warmth that spread throughout your being. With hasty hands he shoved the skirt of your gown to your shoulder blades. “That is the Lord’s will. With every thrust I draw out evil, and with every moan it escapes through your breaths. Yield to it, my child.”

“I am, Father. Make me clean. Make me sacred — something the Lord can cherish.”

He leaned over and licked the contours of the welts on your back, born from the numerous lashes you endured.

As you felt the warmth of his tongue against your even warmer skin, you mewled, and he pounded into you even harder, fucking you into the floor. “You shall be purified.” A shaky moan slipped past his lips, “Christ, you shall be purified.”

“Fuck, I…need you, Father Levi!” 

“You do need me. For whom else could save you?” A vulgar squelching echoed throughout the chapel, a product of your bodies and your pleasure.

“Only you, Father.” 

“Only I,” he affirmed. 

The priest watched with a slight frown as you took his cock, sucking it in with fervour and clenching around him until all he wanted to do was come inside of you. To fill your womb with him and watch as your stomach bloated. He was miserable.

Above all, he yearned to rub your swollen clit, to grasp your erect nipples, to fuck your mouth until his seed was all that remained. Until eventually, you’d have to swallow all of him. But he had to remind himself that this was not the pursuit of pleasure. That he could not act on his mortal impulses.

But as you writhed beneath him, your moans blessed to his ears and your juices dripping onto the floor, Levi felt that the Devil, too, might have made his mind his living-quarters.

“Stop that,” he whispered harshly, eyeing the sheen of your sweat, trying to focus on something else. 

“Ah-” you whimpered, your throat hoarse. “Stop what?”

“Tempting me.” 

“It is not by my will, Father. I do not know how to.” 

“It is by your will, vixen. Break the connection you have on my mind.” 

By now, your thighs had begun to burn and your knees began to ache. You couldn't hold yourself up any longer. But as your form began to collapse, the conflicted priest seized your hips tighter and rammed into you from an entirely new angle.

You let out a surprised cry. "Yes, Father! Fill me up."

Your words were met with a grunt. You could feel his cock twitching and pulsing, ready to burst. And you too, were ready. With a shaky arm, you weaved it beneath your torso in search of your clit. The lack of stimulation was almost too much to bear. 

But as your fingertips ghosted your mound, a mere stretch away, the priest caught your wrist in his grasp and pulled your arm back roughly.

“Look at you now. How can you claim to not be a demon and yet act as you do?”

“Father, you’re hurting me.”

“For the wages of sin is death. But the gift of God is eternal life. You will not rob that from me.” His eyes, twin pools of righteous fury, bore into you, unrelenting. “Your pleas for mercy are but the siren’s song of the damned.”

Releasing your arm, he seized your chin once more, his fingers clutching your face as if fearing you'd vanish before him. “Beg for forgiveness.”

When you said nothing, he pressed himself further into you, kissing your cervix. “Beg. Beg loud enough so that the angels above can thread through your words.”

“Father,” you began, your frustration getting the better of you. “Perhaps you are just weak.”

You heard a growl before a rough slap marked your arse. “I should just strangle you right here,” he hissed. 

“Then do it, Father,” you challenged, you begged, and the words cascaded from your tongue without a second thought. 

The priest pressed his nose to the back of your ear and drew in a sharp breath. For how long could he steel himself in his duty? “You are so…”

He dared not say more, afraid of what might come out. ‘Deliciously sinful’ died on his lips, and he exhaled softly as if to blow the remnants away.

He then rolled his hips against you, heavy balls, aching for release, slapping against your backside rhythmically as he needily whimpered in your ear.

He had lost control. You could feel it in the way he clung to you, in the way he fucked you, in the way he moaned. It may have begun with the intent of purification…but it morphed into something else. Something more vulnerable.

Such vulnerability, such honesty of the flesh…such deviance would require not only holy water, not only cleansing, not only the embrace of silence, but total extermination. He had tasted of the fruit of Eve, of Hell, and now there was no one who could absolve him.

The obscene, choppy whimpers and whines that leapt from his throat were all the noise he could manage — all the noise you could manage. The two of you, bound by your own sins, were unable to utter anything else. 

As you arched your back to feel more of him, his breathing grew irregular and curt, and a low, guttural groan was all the warning you received before the warmth of his seed splashed inside of you, coating your walls and dripping onto the floor.

You clenched around him, milking him for all he was worth as his thighs quivered and his nails split your skin. 

Through his haze, he leaned over and growled in your ear, voice tight, cock pulsing as he emptied everything into you. “And he that sitteth in the heavens shall laugh: the Lord shall have them in derision,"

He was referring to the damned, to you, before he added with a grunt, “and doeth his pleasure on them.”

Father Levi buried himself within you one last time, watching through half-lidded eyes as his seed spilled from your well-fucked cunt. His abdomen seized and his thoughts floated elsewhere, bliss flooding his senses, carrying him off somewhere far beyond, to a place he'd yet to be.

And with each tremor that coursed through his being, each throb of his cock, the priest spilt more and more of himself into you. It was...quite a lot, some of it dribbling down your leg with the consistency of his cum, painting your skin.

From where your faces were beside one another, you could not hold his gaze. Instead, you opted to breathe through your parted lips, focusing on the way the tip of his cock quivered inside of you, a ghost of a smile dancing along the corner of your mouth at the prospect of having sated him. 

And once all was said and done, Father Levi pulled out of you slowly, the curve of his tip dragging along your walls, parting from your folds with an almost sullen-like reluctance. His semen followed shortly after, oozing down his shaft and glistening against his bare skin, and he watched as it left you, thick and heavy. Levi was breathing raggedly, and his weight against you was bearable, until suddenly it was nothing.

He withdrew his hands from your hips, and as his touch relinquished its hold, your body crumbled to the unforgiving ground, spent and bereft of support. A pallor of exhaustion clung to your form as you lay there, chest heaving in tandem with the rugged breaths from behind you. 

You looked over your shoulder to see him kneeling above you, tucking himself into his pants. You then faced forward. “Is it done, Father?”

“It is done.”

The sudden heat of his palm burned your shoulder blade, and it was with a great sense of repulsion, a great sense of loathing that the priest gently ran his thumb along one of the welts, sending a light sensation down to your core, leaving you wondering, “Father?”

There was a lull in which only the crackling of the candles and a faint wind filtered through your ears. But then Father Levi stood to his full height, taking a step back, his cassock whispering as it fell back into place.

Without uttering a single word to you, he rounded the pews, reaching up to extinguish the last of the candles as he walked. All at once, he engulfed the room in darkness, leaving only the pale moonlight to illuminate your heaving form.

“Cleanse yourself and then depart,” came harshly from the priest, who began to head towards the entrance of the chapel, his feet dragging against the floorboards, the grooves from centuries worth of stepping echoing softly.

“But it is dark, Father,” you explained meekly.

He halted.

“Surely, you cannot mean for me to walk home in this darkness?”

“I cannot control the hands of fate. Not the hour and certainly not the dark.” He chided.

“You...you would abandon me, Father?”

His form was illuminated by the pale light outside, a mere silhouette now, an entity that was neither completely one of flesh and blood nor one of in-humanity. Something more ambiguous.

It was nearly impossible to distinguish between dark and light. Was it skin that hung from his bones, stretched from muscle? Or was it the clothes he wore that skewed everything, that marked the sins upon his figure, the stains of the day?

You shivered, curling in on yourself.

Perhaps it was both. Perhaps he was both.

Your fingers dragged across the marble floor; numb, paling, fingers curling into claws. But it was as though you did not possess such extremities. Your arm ached at the exertion, heavy and burdensome as you attempted to rise to your feet.

Meanwhile, the priest stood unmoving in the doorway. Merely leaning against its door frame as his palm lazed at the side, head bowed.

Perhaps he was trying to gather his thoughts, recollecting the entire hour that had long since been. His mind must have been racing, perhaps. Or perhaps it was sluggish and slow.

His breath was heavy against the silence, and it seemed that his lungs had decided to operate at maximum capacity despite his efforts to even them out, exhaling deeply.

“So it is done,” Levi reiterated, head turned so that you may not see the paleness in his face.

A gleam of perspiration still lingered and did not seem eager to leave any time soon. He wiped at the slight sheen and looked down at his clean palm, brows creasing.

“Dried already.” His murmur was for the wind only, but you caught every bit of it, heard every breath; from the sharp inhales to the soft curses, and it brought you a sense of fear.

The air held a thickness, you were aware, from the incense and the embers and the musk of bodies, but mostly from him—the perspiration. It pooled in the crevices of his skin, the nooks and folds and every pore that delved too deep. 

You rose unsteadily, grunting as a searing pain rippled through your abdomen and back. You winced and cupped the flesh, feeling the soreness.

But such thoughts of pain were fleeting when he decided he'd had enough of the air and your fidgeting, turning around to address you once more.

“If you fear the night then stay in the confession booth and reflect upon your deeds. For surely your demon will protect you.”

And then a gust of wind rushed in, the sheer force knocking what little was left of your dress downwards.

Your breasts peaked out from the fabric and your nipples perked due to the cold. And yet, despite the humiliation, and despite the filth, it felt good when Father Levi's eye flitted over you, longingly and with loathing.

From where he stood, far from where you were, the only thing in sight were the peaks of breasts, drenched in a film of perspiration and semen. He gripped the handle as his eyes landed on a bead of seed glistening on the skin above your bruised breast, and he exhaled shakily as he watched it run slowly downward.

It delved in the curve of the skin, and he felt something inside him prick with desire, a hunger pang, and his grip on the door threatened to bend the metal.

It was as if your skin was reaching out to him, beckoning him once again.

“Tsk,” his lip curled, and he spat the bitter taste in his mouth onto the floor. His face contorted in pure disgust.

He looked you straight in the eye. “The decision rests solely with you.”

“But Father…”

“But what? Is this not enough for you? The door is open, my child. Go, lest Satan returns to his infernal torment of my soul. 

“Torment?”

“For I am weak and powerless in his presence. As I was in yours.”

With a frown, he pushed through the door, shutting it with a resounding thud, severing the icy gusts of wind and leaving you alone in the chapel.

He would not succumb to temptation again.

[kdmiller55]

Blessed to Be a Blessing

22 The Lord spoke to Moses, saying, 23 “Speak to Aaron and his sons, saying, Thus you shall bless the people of Israel: you shall say to them, 24 The Lord bless you and keep you; 25 the Lord make his face to shine upon you and be gracious to you; 26 the Lord lift up his countenance upon you and give you peace. 27 “So shall they put my name upon the people of Israel, and I will bless them.” –…

[beeapocalypse]

HOW did daan lose his arm by dodging a grab. what is up with that !!!!!

[oneforthemunny]

november rain |ex-husband!eddie munson x ex-wife!reader|

prompt: after your divorce to eddie, you try to get back out there. but sometimes, nothing beats what you already have.

contains: smut minors dni. mom!reader x dad!eddie. divorced. mentions to past angst/ fighting. mentions of teen pregnancy. oral fem receiving, pinv sex. slightly angsty. asshole date, angsty ending. kinda a bittersweet fic. based off this ask <3

You could hear him before you could see him, speakers shaking from the noise in his car, leaving your ears buzzing at the vibrations. The swelling of your heart rose above the annoyance you tried to feign, rolling your eyes and hoping he didn’t see through it. 

“You do realize I live in a subdivision? Neighbors and all?” You crossed your arms, glaring at him before he’d ever climbed out of the car, killing the engine and the music with the pull of his keys. 

“Yeah? They don’t like Judas Priest?” Eddie grinned, dimples deep, and you knew under his shades his eyes were bright and wild- the way they always were when they were teasing you. “I have Metallica too. I think I still have that Blondie tape you like in here too somewhere, if they’d prefer that.” 

Your heart skipped, lips twitching in a faltering snarl that was slowly turning into a blushing soft smile. “You better not play music that loud when my babies are with you.” You huffed, hands moving to rest on your hips, the denim waistband of your jeans hugging you just right in your Levi’s- Eddie’s favorite pair. You knew it, and you didn’t miss the way his tongue ran over his bottom lip. 

“Did you hear me?” You snapped, swallowing a grin. You knew he hadn’t, too distracted. “Eddie, I am serious, you will bust their little ear drums-” 

“-I know, sweetheart. C’mon,” Eddie shook his head, pushing his sunglasses up, pinning his curly bangs with them. “They’re my kids too. ‘M not gonna hurt them, you know that.” The sun caught a flash of gold, gleaming just for a moment off his left hand. 

Eddie was still wearing his wedding band. 

Your stomach sunk at the thought, thumb absentmindedly twisting your bare ring finger. The divorce had been final for months- six, to be exact. You’d stopped wearing yours after the first. It was weird, not wearing the small band and ring you’d worn since high school- since Eddie proposed with shaking hands on your front porch after you found out you were expecting. He’d dropped the ring twice, sweaty and nearly sick with anxiety. Your mother told you that should have been a sign, but you found it endearing then- maybe you did even now. 

“Where’s the rugrats anyway?” Eddie hummed, catching your glass door to hold it for you, letting you slip under his arm. You caught a whiff of his cologne, faint from the day, mixed with a cigarette he tried to mask from earlier. 

“Jude’s playing in the backyard.” You stepped into the small foyer. Eddie had left it to you in the divorce, saying you were the only reason they got it anyways. There was always an eerie feeling that lingered when he came inside, a haunting reminder of a forever that didn’t quite succeed. 

“He’s supposed to be watching Lucy.” You hummed, craning your neck to look out the window in the living room. “They’re hunting for bugs.” Your nose crinkled, leaving Eddie laughing. 

“Bug hunting? Oh, they don’t know their Mama is terrified of bugs, huh?” Eddie teased, peeking out of the window to see the two kids, perfect blends of both of your features packed into two tiny beings. 

“I’m not terrified. Well, of all the bugs.” You huff, rolling your eyes. “Spiders, yes, and I told Jude those were off limits or I was giving Grandpa Wayne back the bug catching kit.” 

“You’re no fun.” Eddie shook his head lightly. “Scared of a little spider?” His fingers tapped playfully in a crawling way up your arm towards your shoulder, leaving you squirming away. 

“Stop.” 

“God, do you remember- what was it? Junior year? When there was a spider on your desk in Geometry?” Eddie laughed, grabbing his side at the memory. “And you shoved all your books off the desk in the middle of class?”  

“Yes, and you and Gareth just laughed at me.” You fought back your own smile at the memory. 

“Yes!” Eddie howled in laughter. “And Mr. Browcheski got so fu-sorry- freaking mad at all of us. Did we- That was when we got detention, right?” 

“Yes,” You glared at him playfully, crossing your arms. “And I was about to have a nervous breakdown thinking about how I was going to tell my parents.” 

“That’s right.” Eddie nodded slowly. “That was your first detention?” 

You nodded. “I was a good girl until I met you, Munson. You’re a bad influence.” 

“Yeah, can’t be all bad though, right?” Eddie held your gaze, stepping close instinctively. Your breathing hitched, his hand gliding over your hip, fingertips ghosting the bare skin above your waist band. “We had some good times too.” 

Your head spun, dizzy with a clouding lapse of judgment. Eddie was pulling you in, hand sliding from your hip to the small of your back, holding you so close you were flush to him. His head was already tilting, ducking towards yours, ready to capture your lips and you’d let him. Of course you’d let him, you’d be lying to say you didn’t miss his kiss- miss him. 

Lucy’s high pitched shrill had you faltering, snapping out of the haze, back into a damning reality. “What- Eddie, we-we can’t.” You took a step back, knees a little weak and wobbly from the adrenaline rush that always came with his affection. “We can’t do this.” 

“Right,” Eddie swallowed, hands shoving in his pockets, cheeks blooming with a pink heat that burned through his body.  “S-Sorry. I just- I got caught up in the moment. Talking about that. I just-” 

“-It’s fine.” You muttered, pulling the back door open, a melody of Jude and Lucy’s giggles floating in. “Guys, someone’s here to see you.” You sing-songed in a happy tune, face lighting with exaggerated excitement. You were good like that, Eddie thought, still playing nice for the kids. Maybe it wasn’t playing, Eddie really hoped it wasn’t, though the rational side of his mind (and his friends) begged to differ. 

“Daddy!” A duo of squeals and shrieks blended with bounding feet up the wooden steps into the house. 

Jude came bounding in first, nearly knocking Eddie over at the knees when his small frame collided with him. “Wo-oah, hey, buddy.” Eddie grinned, tousling the boy’s wild curls, frizzy and matted from playing outside. 

“Hi, Dad.” Jude beamed up at Eddie. He’d gotten Eddie’s lashes but your eyes. “We’re catching bugs.” 

“I heard. Catch any good ones? Any centipedes?” Eddie grinned, bending down to hug the boy. 

“No,” Jude’s face fell slightly in a frown. “But I did catch a ladybug for Lucy!” Jude bounced on his toes with excitement. 

Your heart swelled, trying to wrangle the small girl on your hip, passing her off to Eddie- well, passing was generous, she nearly launched off your hip into his arms. “A lady bug?” Eddie repeated in a babble he still used with Lucy. She was still small, in his eyes, though she was growing every single day, she was still his baby. 

“Did Bubs get you a ladybug, Lucy?” Eddie bounced her on his hips, tickling her sides so she shrieked with laughter. 

“Yeah,” Lucy giggled, leaning back to look at Jude in a limp sort of backbend. “Jude’s gots me a ladybug an-and we found a lot of worms.” She grinned, eyes wide and excited. She got her cadences from Eddie, that was for sure, more exaggerated and dramatic with each passing day. 

“Are you going to hunt bugs with us?” Jude asked, pulling on the hem of Eddie’s t-shirt. “Will you? Please?” 

“Yeah, of course, I will.” Eddie smiled, shaking his head softly. “Do you have a spare shovel for me? Can you go find the little red one?” 

Jude looked at you. “I think it’s in the garage with the basketball.” You nodded towards the garage door. Jude ran off, footsteps heavy, Lucy squirming to get down and chase after him. “But- hey! Put everything back where it goes, Jude Wayne! And do not climb on anything!” You called after him, voice teetering on stern. 

“I got it!” Jude called back. 

Eddie’s chest puffed in boasting pride, grinning at the boy. You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “Hm, wonder who that sounds like?” You said sarcastically, giving Eddie a pointed glare. 

“That’s my boy. What can I say?” Eddie grinned, shrugging lightly. You grinned, shaking your head. “So, uh, where’re you going tonight?” Eddie tried not to sound so awkwardly needy, but it came out exactly like that. 

“Oh,” You could feel your body stiffen, a warm embarrassed heat creeping up your spine. “I, uh, I- Well, I’m going out.” You paused, fiddling with straightening something on a shelf, anything to avoid his gaze. “I…I have a date tonight.” 

Eddie’s heart sank, falling deep into the pit of his stomach. “Oh.” He swallowed the thick lump in his throat. “I, uh, I didn’t know you were… Ya know, um, gettin’ back out there.” 

“Well, I- I mean it wasn’t exactly planned.” Your thumb went back to your ring finger, rubbing the bare skin there. You used to twist your ring when you were feeling anxious, a soothing mechanism. 

“Lydia at work set me up on a blind date with her cousin. The-The accountant guy.” You cringed at your words, spouting in a word vomit that you couldn’t seem to stop. Your heart was racing, stuttering to a halt and rearing back with every fall of Eddie’s face. 

“I-I mean, I just… She’d been asking me since-since,” Since the divorce, the words you couldn’t bring yourself to say. “A-And I figured why not. I mean…” You waved your hand between the two of you, the tension uncomfortable and thick. 

“No, no, yeah,” Eddie nodded, swallowing back a burn of emotions he tried to conceal. “No, that’s- you should. Not that- I mean, you don’t need me to tell you that, but,” Eddie took a breath, finally meeting your nervous gaze. “You’ll have a good time.” 

“Yeah?” You squeaked, wringing your hands anxiously. Eddie had flashbacks to years before, when you two were a lot younger, your nervous demeanor asking for his reassurance before sneaking onto the football field at midnight. 

Eddie’s heart ached at the memory, but he nodded slowly. “Yeah. I mean, he’s lucky to get to go out with you. You’re… You’re the best, you know that.” Eddie reassured you now just like he did then, just like he always did. 

“Thank you.” You whispered, turning just as Jude and Lucy came back in, triumphantly waving the red, plastic shovel. “I, um, I’m going to get ready. There’s a frozen pizza in the freezer. I’ll preheat the oven, if you can just stick it in.” 

“I got it.” Eddie waved you off, forcing a reassuring smile. “You go get ready. Have fun, sweetheart.” His smile was warm, leaving you burning in excitement. Still, when he left, you were filled with a sinking, nauseating feeling of dread, nerves. 

Heidi would tell you that you were co-dependent, that Eddie had made you that way. She never liked him, not in highschool, especially not after the divorce. She was always reminding you that you could do better, that you should do better. 

That always sparked a fight, one of the many that you and Eddie had over and over and over. His accusatory tongue lashing accusations at you, your defenses climbing higher and higher, both too stubborn to let it go. You were reminded of the fight that did it- that caused the divorce. Days- no, weeks of back and forth. 

“You know, there’s times I wish I would have skipped school that day!” Eddie roared, voice hoarse and scratchy from the screaming match you two had been having. “I was supposed to skip with Gareth, but I fucking went, and you know what? I wish I wouldn’t have! Then we would have never gotten paired up and I wouldn’t be dragged into all this shit with you! I wouldn’t be so miserable all the goddamn time!” 

His words rang in your head, stinging just as much then as they did now. You took a breath, that haunting memory was the final push you needed to step into the shower, to get ready, and to try and start something new without Eddie. 

“So, Lydia tells me you have a kid.” Matthew asked, swirling his wine around in his glass. 

The restaurant was obnoxiously expensive, much more stuffy than what you expected on the first date. You felt terribly underdressed, in a sundress you hadn’t worn in years, fitting a little tighter now since Lucy. Note to self, go dress shopping next time. 

“Yeah, I do,” You smiled politely, the tension still a little uncomfortable, unfamiliar. “Jude and Lucy.” 

“Oh,” Matthew’s brows raised, tone clipping in shock. “Two?” 

“Yeah,” You swallowed back that familiar burning in your chest, the one that always came with judgment. Raised brows and pointed glares, being pregnant in highschool, you thought you’d be used to it by now. 

“Uh, how-how old are they?” Matthew asked, fingers tapping nervously on the table. So much tension, and you hadn’t even gotten your food yet. 

“Jude is seven, and Lucy just turned four.” You felt your chest boast with pride. Talking about your kids, that could soothe you, it always did. 

“Wow,” You weren’t sure how Matthew’s brows could go any higher, but somehow they did. “That’s… I’m sorry, you just, you look really young to have kids that age.” 

“I am,” You shrugged sheepishly. “I, um, I had Jude in high school. My senior year.” You tried not to flinch, to steel yourself for the inevitable look- the one that always gave you. 

“High school?” Matthew’s tone skittered on a scoff, leaving you burning with embarrassment- with shame. Why’re you embarrassed about it? Best thing that ever happened to me, Eddie would always say, scoffing nonchalantly when you were younger and  someone gave you a snarling glace in the supermarket, two teens pushing a baby around in a shopping cart. 

“Yeah,” You looked down at your hands under the table. This was what you dreaded, the ‘getting back out there’ phase. You had forgotten how utterly painful it was, worse now than when you were a teen. 

“My ex-husband and I got married out of high school.” You continued, trying to break up the uncomfortable silence. “After- Well, before we had Jude, but after I found out I was pregnant.” 

“Oh,” Matthew didn’t look at you, looking anywhere but you really. “That’s why you divorced then? Makes sense.” 

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment. “No, no, that’s- that’s not why.” It wasn’t entirely true, at least, part of the reason but not the whole reason. 

“It’s not?” Matthew raises a brow, scoffing with unimpression before downing the rest of his wine. “Look, I’m not trying to offend you, but I’m not dumb. Pregnant in high school, married the baby daddy because it was the right thing to do, right? And then what? Had another when things got rough to try and save the marriage?” 

Your heart dropped, frozen in mortification, fear maybe, in your seat. “I’m right, aren’t I? I mean, it’s a tale as old as time, Sugar.” Your cheeks burned at the nickname. That wasn’t your nickname, not what Eddie called you, and even if he did- it never sounded condescending and mean like it did when it came from Matthew. 

“No shame in it, just own up to it.” Matthew scoffed, leaning back in his seat. You felt small sitting across from him, his lips pursed, rolling over your frame with such judgment it made your stomach turn. “Lying on the first date doesn’t seem like the best option.” 

“Excuse me,” You swallowed, grabbing your purse with shaky, sweaty palms. “I have to go to the restroom.” You didn’t wait for his response, the sinking feeling in your stomach only worsening with every step towards the door. 

The Hideout was only a block away, still standing strong on the outskirts of the newly renovated downtown. You were surprised it hadn’t conformed to the trendy chic wave that was hitting everywhere, but selfishly you were glad it stayed the same. The wooden booths and dollar drafts, just the same as they’d always been. 

The corner booth in the back caught your eye, occupied by a young couple- barely legal looking. Probably snuck in here with a fake, buzzing with adrenaline and the thrill that they might be caught, sharing a pitcher. That was you and Eddie, not too long ago. He’d snuck you in on your third or fourth date. You’d never been so nervous, never felt so alive at the same time. A goody-two-shoes, Eddie called you with a sweet grin, sliding you a beer across the table and slipping in next to you in that booth. 

Your heart ached at the memory, chest heavy with emotion. Why couldn’t he have just been better? Why couldn’t you just have been better? Why couldn’t both of you be better to each other, for each other? 

The heavy weight of regret settled on your chest, mixing with the draining heaviness of the night. You looked at the phone on the wall, digging in your purse for quarters. You couldn’t call Lydia, not after you’d stood up her fix up, left him in the restaurant. Robin was undoubtedly not home on a Friday night. 

Sighing, you cradled the phone to your ear, slipping the quarters in the slot, finger jamming the numbers. The line trilled once, twice, your fingers tapping on your crossed arm. By the third ring, you were ready to hang up, give up and call your sister. 

“Munson residence,” Eddie’s voice was soft, still with that lilt of playfulness that made your heart swoon. He’d been so excited when you two got the house, when you got your own landline. He’d answered the phone all posh and silly, claiming you two were “high society” now, moving up in the world. 

“Eddie,” Your breath shook, chest rattling when you heard his voice, a soothing force after the stress of the night. “It’s me.” 

“What’s wrong?” Eddie snapped on the other end, not missing a beat. “What happened? You alright?” 

“I’m… I’m at The Hideout.” You cupped your hand over the phone’s end, trying to muffle the loud music. “I just- Can you come get me?” 

“I’m on my way.” Eddie didn’t miss a beat. 

“Thank you,” You sighed in relief. “But, hey, don’t bring the kids. Please? I told them I was going out with Rob for a night out, and they’ll want to see her.” 

“I won’t, sweetheart. They’re asleep anyways.” Eddie muttered. You could hear his keys rattling in the background. “Let me call Wheeler and see if he can pop over to watch them. I think he’s home for the summer. Gimme a few and I’ll be right there.” 

“Thank you.” You whispered, nose burning with tears you couldn’t shed- you wouldn’t shed. Not again. 

“C’mon, not a problem.” Eddie waved you off gently. “Hang tight, baby. Be there soon.” 

You waited until you heard the dial line to hang up. Your heart sunk and fluttered at the same time, head reeling with a tornado of emotions that left you dizzy. Sinking onto an open stool at the end of the bar, you ordered a beer, the same one Eddie had ordered you years before. You didn’t care much for the taste now, your palette had grown and expanded since you were fifteen. But something tonight had you craving it, maybe craving the memory, the feeling that came with the first time you drank it. Chasing down a nostalgia that you didn’t want tainted. 

Eddie was there before you could finish your second beer, only a few sips in. He slid into the chair beside you, hand gliding over your shoulder in greeting. He started to lean in, lips moving to brush your cheek, but he stopped himself before he could, waving down the bartender instead. 

“So,” Eddie tapped the sticky wood top of the bar. “Bad date?” 

“The worst.” You muttered, taking another swig of your beer. “Guy was a total ass.” 

“Yeah?” Eddie’s jaw ground tight, flexing with protective anger. “You want me to kill him?” 

You snorted, lips curling in a small grin. “No, he’s not worth that.” You hummed, propping your head in your hand. “He was just an asshole. A total fucking asshole.” 

“What’d he say?” Eddie bit, hands buzzing, though he tried to play it cool. 

“Oh, the usual- teen mom, divorced, so clearly I’m the biggest loser in the world.” You muttered, lip jutting in a pout, looking down at the ring of condensation left behind by your beer. 

“He said that?” Eddie snapped, eyes widening in a crazed way you hadn’t seen in a while. “Fucking piece of shit, I’ll beat the dogwalking shit out of him-” 

“-No, he didn’t. He didn’t say it like that.” You shook your head, placing a calming hand on his arm. “It was implied. He was… He was just not nice, and I felt like it was getting worse, so I left. Came here instead.” 

Eddie nodded, the tension between the two of you a little uncomfortable. The bartender slid him his own beer, saving the two of you from the awkward silence. Eddie took his beer, tilting it toward you with a soft smile. 

“That guys a fucking idiot. Doesn’t know what he’s missed out on.” Eddie’s lips were tight in a pain-filled smile he tried to force, but his eyes gave him aways. They always gave him away. 

“Thanks.” You muttered, cheeks burning with a tingling heat. “How were the kids tonight?” 

“Good.” Eddie nodded, swallowing his drink. “Jude found a centipede. Lucy was not a fan.”

You grinned. “I don’t blame her. You didn’t let him bring it in?” 

“No. C’mon,” Eddie scoffed lightly. “No, I made him leave it outside. He wanted to keep it in his bug catcher, but I told him if it was meant to be his, it would stay. So he put it back in the grass.” 

“Good. I’ll come looking for you if I see a centipede in the house.” You glared at him playfully. “Did you give them a bath?” 

“Dinner, bath, even read them a story.” Eddie smirked at you. “I can be a good dad, sometimes, ya know. Not a total deadbeat all the time.” He teased, shoulder bumping with yours. 

Your stomach twisted. “I didn’t- I didn’t mean it like that. I’m sorry.” You muttered, looking back at your beer. 

“I was kidding.” Eddie said, setting his beer down. “Hey, I was just kidding. I know you’re just looking out for the munchkins, Mama.” 

You swooned under his cooing praise, heart swelling with adoration. “I didn’t- I would never say you’re a bad dad. You’re not a bad dad, Eddie.” You met his gaze. “You’re the best dad to them.” 

Eddie’s cheeks pinkened under your praise, chin ducking with a blush. “Thank you,” He whispered, fingers tapping the bar top. “Just a shitty husband then?” 

You rolled your eyes lightly. “No,” You clicked your tongue playfully. “Not a shitty husband. Not all the time anyways.”

Eddie grinned, dimples deep, eyes brightening. “You had your good moments.” 

“Yeah?” Eddie hummed, leaning in towards you. “Like when?” 

You’re body burned, electric tingles shooting to your core. The look in his eyes, squinting just barely, lips pursing, tongue rolling over his teeth- a look you were all too familiar with. You knew better, knew so much better than to let him sway you, to give into your urges. 

“Hm, I can think of a few times.” You purred, leaning in closer to him, lashes batting sweetly. “Maybe you could remind me?” 

Eddie’s wide grin stood the test of time. The same wild, excited grin he’d give you years ago hadn’t changed, it still left you spinning, abandoning your better judgment, following him with blinders into anything. 

“Christ, I fuckin’ missed you.” Eddie moaned, breathy and quiet, lips pressing to yours in fever. 

You shuddered under his touch, his fingers circling your clit perfectly, expertly- he was, after all, been with you for so long, he knew exactly how you wanted it. The house was quiet, the drone of the TV on for background noise, hoping the kids wouldn’t wake up. 

“Eddie,” You whispered, eyes rolling back, clawing his shoulder at a particularly perfect rub that had you seeing stars. “Fuck, that felt good.” 

“Yeah? Feels good. I can always make you feel good, sweetheart.” Eddie muttered, wet smooches trailing down your neck, down your collarbones. “Want me to make you feel better? Keep you feelin’ good? Lemme make you feel good.” 

His hands moved, pushing down your dress. Eddie looked, trying to will his mind silent at the sight of your matching, lacy set. It drove Eddie to his knees to see you in it, but his heart dropped knowing you hadn’t picked it to wear it for him. 

He shoved the lacy panties down, letting them pool at your ankles, hands sinking on your hips. You wiggled, stilling your hips to keep them from bucking when Eddie kissed your mound, teasing kisses all the way down to your slit. 

“Spread your legs f’me.” Eddie’s breath ghosted over your skin, a half grin spreading across his features when you kicked your legs open, arching forward for him. 

Eddie’s tongue ran teasingly over your left lip, your right, before licking a long stripe right through your wet folds. In the past, he would have teased you, toyed with you until you whined and begged for him to fuck you. Back when he used to have you whenever he wanted, he’d lived for that, but now, he didn’t have that luxury. He had to make the most of his time now, at your call, at your service. 

You bit your fist, trying to swallow back a moan that threatened to tear out of your throat. Your vibrator, tucked away in your sock drawer, could never replace this- replace him. His touch, the rush of endorphins that came from the pleasure he gave you, always eager to please. 

Finger raking through his curls, you tugged him further and further into you, hips grinding on his face. “Th-That’s it. That feels good.” You whispered. 

Eddie moaned, sending waves of vibrations to your core, knees buckling under the feeling. Your breath caught, head tipping back to silence the moans, ripples of pleasure crashing over you. 

“Okay, okay, stop.” You panted, pushing on the top of his head, trying to writhe out of his touch. 

Eddie’s face fell in hurt, in fear, scanning your features. He knew it was coming, the inevitable that you’d change your mind, tell him you couldn’t do this. “I-I need you.” His heart leapt at your words. “I just need you right now, please.” 

It felt like a dream, having you wrapped around him in every way. Buried inside you, Eddie tried to savor the feeling, really feel you in case this was the last time. Your legs tight around his hips, arms around his shoulders, pulling him into you as he fucked you into the mattress- into the bed that you both shared for so many years. 

Your nails clawed down his back, biting at his shoulder to keep yourself quiet, toes curling in pleasure. Eddie’s hand slid between the two of you, circling your clit as he approached his own orgasm. He knew you were close, knew everything about you. 

“Fuck, you feel so fuckin’ good. The best, the fuckin’ best, baby.” Eddie whispered, breath hot over your ear, nipping at your ear lobe. Your body shuddered, hips bucking with pleasure. 

“Fuckin’ missed you. Missed you- ah.” Eddie whined, nearly cumming when your teeth bit his shoulder, the spark of pain making his slops get sloppier and sloppier. 

Eddie’s lips moved to yours, biting your bottom lip, sucking on it while his fingers slid over your clit until you were shaking, flooding over his length. Your grip loosened, melting into the mattress as he finished, drilling into you. 

“Fuck, feel so good. Fuckin’ love the way you feel.” Eddie looked down at you, eyes glassy and dazed from your own orgasm, lips bitten from him. 

A final pump, a final grunt, and he was spilling inside you, hips still slowly rolling inside you, dropping his face into your neck. You held him tight, muffling his moans into your skin. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” Eddie rambled, chest to chest, heaving and clinging to the other. 

A feeling settled around the two of you after you broke apart, laying side by side under the sheets, the house still, quiet, filled with a tension you couldn’t quite figure out. 

“I’m sorry you had a shitty date.” Eddie muttered, voice a little raspy. 

“‘S alright.” You sighed, stretching under the sheets. “Ended pretty good, all things considered.” 

“Yeah it did.” Eddie grinned softly. “Missed you.” 

Your heart ached, sinking in your chest. “I-I think you just missed having sex.” 

“No,” Eddie said firmly, shaking his head. “No, I-I missed you. I missed this, us.” He rolled over, turning towards you. 

“Eddie-” 

“-No, I just- I’m sorry, and I know I was a dick, and I-I did some things, but, baby, we’re good. We’re so good together.” Eddie whispered, reaching for you. “We’re meant to be together. You know we are. It’s always been us, it’s always supposed to be us.” 

“We’re not good together.” You pressed your lips together, shaking your head. “We’re not good for each other.” 

“Don’t say that.” Eddie’s eyes shined with hurt, shaking his head. “How-How can you say that-” 

“-Because, we’re good now. Right now, but… but then it’ll be just like it was, and we’ll be right back to fighting.” You pressed your palms to your eyes, chest tightening with the post orgasm clarity, the realization of your mistake. You’d never learn your lesson, no matter how many times you’d go through this. 

“Baby, we could go back to counseling. I just- We should try. I want to try, I want to be a family again. I want to be better this time. I promise I’ll be better this time, please.” Eddie reached for your hand, pulling them off your eyes. “Please, sweetheart, one more chance? I won’t… I won’t fuck it up.” 

You squeezed his hand, body aching, yearning to lean into him. To agree, to nod and let him love on you, love you. To give him another chance, to see him wake up in the bed next to you, back in the house with the kids all the time. 

But you couldn’t. 

For them. Jude and Lucy had a hard enough time with the divorce, understanding why you two were separating. How did you explain to kids that mommy and daddy were like the weather; good some days, disastrous the other? 

“I-I can’t, Eddie.” You whispered, looking at him with eyes shining. “Jude and Lucy…That’s not- This isn’t good for them.” Your breath shuttered, heart breaking in your chest. 

Eddie’s own heart was breaking, you could see it on his face. “I just need time. I don’t know.” You admitted, swallowing around the lump in your throat. “But now, I just can’t now.” 

Eddie nodded, swallowing around his own heart breaking. “Alright,” He nodded. “Whatever you decide, I’ll… I’ll always support you. I’ll always love you, too. No matter what.” 

Your lip wobbled, squeezing his hand tight in yours. “Thank you.” You whispered. “I just need some time, Eddie.” 

“I’ve got time. I’ll wait.” Eddie nodded, pressing a kiss to your knuckles gently. “Always here for you.” He pulled you close to him, arms wrapped around your frame, squeezing you tight to his chest. 

For a moment, you relaxed, let yourself feel at peace as he held you. Allowed yourself that selfishness in the still of the night. You’d stay like that for a while, until you sent him to the couch. “Things are confusing as it is for them. They don’t need to get their hopes up if they see us in the bed together.” And Eddie would do it, of course he would. He’d do it for you, for them, for the hope that he might one day get his family back to normal. Back to the way it should be. 

[lazyexcuse]

Priest: “Ok repeat after me”

Y/n, nodding with a smile: “After me.”

Priest leaning over to Levi, whispering: “Are you sure you want this one?”

Levi frowns: “Say your damn lines.”

[pinkberryfox]

My loves, it’s a little inspired, and maybe a little dialogue-y, but here we go with part 2! Thank you for all your support on Part 1 <3

Part 1

Traumatized! Levi Headcanons 2

SLIGHT SPOILERS

-Levi who shivers when you kiss his scars, soothing away the painful memories for far more pleasant ones

-Levi who dreams of a peaceful life with you one day- hopefully when the titans were gone, and he could open a tea shop, start a family and give you the luxuries you deserve

-Levi who just about loses it when you get severely injured on an expedition, casting blame on himself (and on you for breaking protocol)

-Levi who can’t even look you in the eyes for days after because he keeps imagining you dying. It's not a punishment, your wounds are enough, he just keeps seeing it

-Levi, who when you confront him about it, can’t stop himself from yanking you against his chest and hugging you so tight it hurts

-Levi who says, “You’re not allowed to die on me. Not you.”

-Levi who doesn’t let go until you promise to be more careful, until you reassure him you'll stay alive, that what he sees in his nightmares isn't real. That your flesh is warm and your heart still beats

-Levi who is so relieved when you leave the Survey Corps for him he almost cries. He peppers you in the softest kisses across your face and hands and he thanks you over and over

-Levi who visits you before expeditions for courage, to remind himself who this is for. Who tucks you in and watches you sleep for a while, because here you're safe

-Levi, who proposes to you one night when he’s holding you after a hard mission. It’s just a simple question while he strokes your back and murmurs in your hair, there’s not really extra fluff to it, but he means it with his whole heart

-Levi who has the most radiant smile you've ever seen when you say yes, whose expression is so hopeful and warm it stirs your soul

-Levi who believes he might be dead when he sees you again on the battle field with the beast titan’s turned soldiers using borrowed ODM gear because you PROMISED you’d stay safe, and what is this?

-Levi who is both extremely PISSED OFF and thoroughly grateful you have his back, grateful he isn't alone in this massacre, but can't decide between scolding or praising you first. He goes with scolding

-Levi who shouts your name and says, "You reckless fool, who do you think you're trying to save?" But then says, "Watch your back and keep up."

-Levi who is shocked speechless when- DURING BATTLE- you ask him to marry you?!

-Levi who clicks his tongue in disapproval but agrees to your proposal anyway because why not?

-Levi who says “Is this why you came? Your timing is absolute shit-don’t even have a damn priest.”

-Levi who rolls his eyes when you tell him you don’t need a priest to make a vow to God and each other. You can get married again the right way if you survive.

-Levi who kind of likes the idea of marrying you twice.

-Levi who gives his vows WHILE he’s destroying the beast titan

-Levi who says, “Was hoping I’d get to lift a veil, but I guess blood-matted hair fits us.”

-Levi, who after ripping the battered body from the nape, mutters, “We have a witness. Was I impressive enough to kiss my bride?” But he doesn’t really wait for Zeke’s answer.