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wing-ed-thing · 7 months

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Guardian (Eren x Reader)

Synopsis: Just because Eren was placed in a different squad, didn't mean you still didn't have each other's backs.

Word Count: 1.7k

Tags/Warnings: No Reader Pronouns, Nebulous Mission, Canon-Typical Violence, Timeline? What Timeline?

Notes: Jaeger BOMBASTIC over here

Eren called your name from across the courtyard as soon as he saw the paper gripped in your hand. He pressed the pads of his fingers into his own letter, holding it up as he met your eye. You waved the envelope in the air, mirroring his eagerness as you called him over to join your small group of friends. He ran up next to you, performing an awkward backward shuffle as your group continued into headquarters.

You offered pinky for your usual, intricate handshake, engaging him in a seamless series of bumps and slaps only the two of you knew.

“What’s your placement?” he asked, glancing at your torn open envelope. Eren turned on his heel to walk beside you. The rest of the newly placed cadets prattled about similar topics around you.

“I got one of Section Commander Hanji’s squads. I couldn’t be happier,” you said, turning the folded page over in your palm with a smile. You gestured to his placement letter as you padded down the stone hallway. Voices bounced off the walls, swirling back into the courtyard. “What about you?”

The corners of Eren’s lips dipped, although he attempted not to let his disappointment show. Being placed under the same section commander— let alone in the same team— was a long shot anyway.

“I got placed with Captain Levi.”

“Oh, that’s impressive,” you hummed, the sound of chattering voices growing louder in the distance.

“Not really.”

You bumped your shoulder playfully against his with a warm smile that made his palms sweaty. His voice stalled, watching as you continued to make your way to the dining hall. Eren shoved his letter into his pocket. The information on it was, after all, nothing he hadn’t been told in person. It was more of a formality, anyway.

With the next expedition just around the corner, squad assignments for new troops had come late, whipping the entirety of the Scouts up into a tizzy. Between increased drills and frivolous hidden bureaucracy, they had been delivered in a rush with little time to spare.

“You’re being humble,” you asserted with an assured nod, “It’s not every day that a rookie gets put in the Levi Squad.” You congratulated him as if you didn’t know very well why he was assigned to Captain Levi. He accepted the compliment quietly, allowing your tacit words to remain unspoken.

You didn’t seem to notice how the group dissipated, leaving just you and Eren to enter the dining hall together. It was one of the things that Eren liked best about you.

You received your food without fuss, swiveling your gaze across the tables for any familiar faces.

“Section Commanders Miche and Ness haven’t let out yet?” you thought aloud, sitting at an empty table. The rest were filling slowly, but you only recognized members from Hanji’s ranks. “Where’s the rest of your squad, Eren?” He shrugged, hunched lowly over his food as he picked around his plate with a fork.

“No idea.”

He stared off into the distance, seeming to watch the entrance. Eren spent little time unsupervised— that fate was made abundantly clear at his hearing— and now, he waited for the other shoe to drop. He sported the slightest ghost of a wound around the webbing of his thumb, the skin slightly lighter but almost unnoticeably so. The soldiers sitting at the other end of the table relocated.

You ate your food in relative silence, listening to the chatter over the internal shifts and new team assignments. A handful of veteran soldiers also appeared to have received letters, much to their vexation and outrage. You followed Eren’s blank stare as he toyed with the stem of his fork.

“We won’t leave you, you know,” you offered tentatively, reaching across the table with a light smile. You didn’t know what else to say, given the circumstances. “We’ve got your back.”

Eren perked up with a hum, snapping out of his trance. You only noticed the subtle bags under his eyes when you looked into his stark aquamarine irises. You averted your attention back to your rations. He might have scared the ever-loving shit out of everyone in the hall, but you were sure that no one was more uncertain than Eren himself. You spoke again,

“I’m sure they’ll be here soon. Just because you were placed under Captain Levi doesn’t mean you won’t get to spend time with us.” Your touch unaccepted, you discretely recoiled it, opting to rub against the hairline at the back of your neck.

Eren inched his plate forward. With the small tables, he didn’t have to push his dish far for it to clink against yours. You blinked, meeting his eye again. You supposed it was a day for thinking, or perhaps the volume of drills you ran today were finally getting to you.

Eren leaned toward you on the edge of his bench.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got this,” he said earnestly, self-assurance glinting in his eye. His lips tugged upward as he offered his first over the table, eager to perform your elaborate handshake. “Besides, you’ve got my back, right?” You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Only if you’ve got mine!”

You bumped his knuckles, weaving your hands intricately around each other in a series of goofy and rhythmic motions, and like that, the promise was set.

***

As you waited, clustered together with the entire brigade, you wondered if Eren’s confidence had waivered any. He sat just shy of the command squad, ready for the Survey Corps to use his abilities yet again. The crowd moved forward, but he remained still, looking over his shoulder as you rode up next to him.

“You’ll still have my back, right?” Eren kept an eye on his squad just ahead of him. It was only moments before the gates opened, and he was sure that Captain Levi would turn to scold him any moment. Your team was just behind his in the formation.

“I’ve got your back,” you had assured him. He flashed you a slight smile.

“I’ve got yours, too.”

The crowd of soldiers ready to head out was tight. Your horse’s hooves clacked against the paved road as she anxiously shifted. It was a dismal day of cloudy skies mirroring the collective worry and dread of the people down below. But even still, you and Eren performed your signature handshake.

Then, as the gates opened, you departed together, galloping out of the walls and to your places.

Eren rode at the back of his formation. He liked to keep his eye on everyone from his position near the center, where he could watch Armin and Mikasa ride farther into the distance. He could still see the rhythm of their swift galloping if he focused, and as he glanced over his shoulder, he saw you.

You gave him a nod and a slight smile, Eren faced back forward.

He’d glance between everyone as you went, searching for Armin’s smoke gun, Jean’s, Mikasa’s, Connie’s, Sasha’s… and then, when the chaos struck, he couldn’t help his racing thoughts and eyes. Eren’s horse moved restlessly under his tightly held reins as everything devolved into havoc. He crossed the field at a breakneck pace, his companions yelling after him as Eren’s tunnel vision led him straight to you.

The formation had been broken.

The section commanders tried to stick close to their ranks, doling out orders to their team leaders as soldiers were lifted off their saddles left and right. But even your leadership couldn’t have anticipated the absolute massacre that ambushed you from seemingly nowhere.

A retreat was ordered, and the remaining troops flooded back the way they came, weaving around titans and fallen comrades.

He passed you.

“Eren, run!” He didn’t even see the abnormal titan charging at his right until you cut it down. All he could see were the flashing of swords and the movement of ODM gear in his peripheral as titans continued to surround the back of the retreating group.

Eren stalled.

Why weren’t you retreating with them?

Jean barked something as he rode by. Eren caught Armin’s wide eyes as he passed, his friend silently wondering why Eren was going back against direct orders. Shouts and screamed commands were muted to his ears. Someone grabbed his arm, yelling for him to get a move on.

Your horse ran at the very back of the retreating mass. Eren leaned forward, willing himself to intercept you without a single thought of what he was going to do when he reached you. A cloud of dirt and particles had been stomped up behind you as the titans continued to give chase.

His heart pounded in his chest, and as he stared into your terrified, watery eyes and took in the tension of your jaw, he grew angry. Screaming and calls out to him continued to his rear. A small group had broken off from the retreating mass to follow after him. And as a gigantic shadow eclipsed you, all you could do was close your eyes and cower into your horse’s mane.

Lightning struck, and one shadow overtook the other. The immense shockwaves of the transformation and the brawling just above you threw you from your saddle. You tumbled into a dip in the shallow hill, a bounder being the only thing shielding you from the chaos, and you braced yourself. Your horse ran off without you, frightened by the animalistic growling.

You barely had time to scramble out of the way as a large hand reached for your ditch, and your heart nearly stopped as the wide fingers of a titan slammed down against the dirt in front of you. Your legs trembled, shock shaking you to the core as you stood hardly a meter from where the fingertips slammed down.

But then rose Eren, all fifteen meters of him, with the head of a titan in hand. He tossed it away before leaning to offer you his pinky finger. You were still shaking, tears of relief streaming down your cheeks. You placed your pinky finger on his with a shaky, traumatized laugh.

Eren bumped you, and you fell awkwardly across his fingers. He lifted you into the air before setting you down in front of Armin, who came galloping forward with the reins of your horse in hand. You tumbled to the ground just in time for the Captain Levi to ride forward, grumbling obscenities.

You stared up into Eren’s glowing green eyes with a shaky smile, a silent assurance that you were okay. He offered you a wink before the retreat continued.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

Notes: I feel like I've been psyching myself out about the AOT timeline for NOTHING. It took on more Season 1 Eren than Season 2, but there wasn't really a good spot in S2 to slip in what the prompt was asking for

#eren x reader #eren yaeger x reader #eren jeager x reader #aot x reader #snk x reader #eren yeager #eren jaeger #eren aot #aot #snk #attack on titan x reader #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #x reader #x you #reader insert

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obiwhat · 1 year

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CAN I JUST SAY i’m soooooo in love with all of your fics. besides EVERYTHING i could say about the perfect characterization and how sweet erwin and levi are always written, ur style is so distinct and easy to get sucked into. maybe i’m biased bc hurt comfort is my fav thing ever but i just adore your fics. i think i’d had ‘appearances’ and ‘fix you’ bookmarked for years and then i found ‘rice porridge’ and i’ve been binging everything else since. (i hope u don’t mind a long ask lol i just rly needed to say)

as far as i saw, your requests are open, so can i request an eruri in canonverse in which erwin has just become commander, so he has a very very heavy workload. he promoted levi to his captain almost as soon as he had the power to lol, and so their relationship is new and levi has been working wayyyy too much (as usual) to help erwin. so he’s been forgetting to eat a lot.

(for context, levi is so used to feeling hunger pains from his time underground that he doesn’t really notice the signs, and he disregards his own health anyway).

erwin has been working so much he’s barely noticed. but then levi passes out in front of him or something like that? hurt comfort follows<3 even if u choose not to answer, thank u for all ur beautiful fics

helloooooo my lovely anon!!! <33 hope ur doing well!! thank u SO much for ur kind words, you made my whole month hehe

hope u enjoy what i whipped up for ya~

Catch Me When I Fall

warnings: eating issues (aka levi works too hard and forgets food is a thing)

Levi’s face was a bit hollow. His cheekbones; even more defined than usual. Of course, if Erwin had ready access to a mirror, he’d probably find the same appearance on his own face.

They were all tired. If he showed favoritism for his captain it would only serve to delegitimize his freshly earned position. However, he told himself that he would check in with Levi the next time they had privacy.

Although, the likelihood of that being any time soon was certainly dwindling.

Miche rushed in with another pile of notes, he mumbled something about them needing extra eyes on the field— a necessity he directed to Levi. But Levi seemed to hesitate, in fact, he hadn’t moved since Miche came into Erwin's office. Miche had to tap him on the shoulder before he blinked heavily and started towards the door.

Miche gave Erwin a look as Levi left, to which Erwin replied with a shrug. He got to work glancing through his growing pile of papers, threatening to topple off his desk.

—

The yard was cold. No, it was freezing. But Levi had hardly been outside ten minutes before he untied his cravat and unbuttoned his shirt. Levi was hot. He didn’t even care if the cadets gave him weird looks where he stood, pinned to the brick of the training yard walls. In fact, they should’ve been more focused on their drills. He should’ve yelled at them by now.

But he wasn't all the way there. The yard seemed to sizzle and blur underneath the beat of the cold winter sun, and if words wished to spring from Levi’s lips he knew he’d have to rack them right out of his chest. It was all far too much effort.

Another sharp pang shot through him. On the surface, of course, he hardly blinked. But inside, he felt like he might get sick. It had been happening again lately— those pangs, the dizzy spells, the nausea. Like he was that same sickly little kid again. It was just the stress of his new position, he knew that. That was the only explanation. He was just stressed.

But so was Erwin. And he’d be damned if he let Erwin think he couldn’t keep up. The man had curated a position especially for him, how could he spit in the face of that kind of honor? Levi had never been this high up before. To live above ground, to have a roof over his head, running fucking water too? He should’ve been grateful, not reeling with a sickly feeling in his gut.

Weakness was not expected of him, so he would keep it that way. He would fight through it, just as he did every time before. He’d keel over before he asked for a break.

With that in mind, he called out to his cadet group, leading them back into focus.

—

It wasn’t until hours after dinner that Erwin saw Levi again. Truth be told, he hadn’t even noticed the time pass by. Levi seemed to slip through his door, without a sound or word. It was a common occurance and for whatever reason Erwin felt comfort in the familiarity of it.

He felt Levi approached his desk slowly as Erwin continued to annotate.

“There’s the… uh—” Levi’s voice wavered for a moment, as if he were struggling to remember his next few words. He quickly tried again, “—the equipment supply report. We’re especially low on fuel. As per usual.”

“Excellent,” Erwin replied, although it was anything but. He scribbled down a reminder to mention this in his pitch to central command in the coming week.

Levi was still standing in front of his desk, a cue that Erwin had clearly missed for a few passing moments. “Levi, is there anything else you’d like to add to your report?”

“No.” Erwin could hear Levi clear his throat again. This finally got him to look up from his work. “Uh, no. Nothing else.”

Erwin’s brow pinched together. Was Levi swaying?

“Are you alright?”

Levi nodded shakenly but then frowned as if he were thinking rather pensively about something. Erwin did not recognize this look on his captain’s face. It was almost as if he were confused.

Then Levi huffed a humorless scoff, “It’s strange… There’s uh… there's two of you.”

Before Erwin’s brow could even begin to lift, Levi’s palms met his wooden desk with a bang. His eyes fluttered, then rolled back— his body going slack. Erwin was up in an instant, throwing his arms around Levi and wrapping him in his clutches as they fell together to the wooden floor.

“Levi!” His partner’s head was lolling listlessly in his arms, he was clearly struggling to grasp his situation still.

“Erwin… What’s…?”

“Shh… Levi. You’re alright. I have you now.” Erwin settled him to lay a bit more horizontal, so he’d be comfortable.

“I don’t… I don’t feel very well.”

Erwin huffed, “Yes. I can see that now, my dove. Is this better? Just lay out for me and breathe. Can you do that?”

“Mm,” Levi murmured, breathing through his nose and closing his rolling eyes.

Just then Hanji came bouncing into the room, slamming the door open. “Erwin! I finally finished–” Their eyes trailed around before settling on Erwin who looked at them with a terrified expression. “Oh shit.”

Their expression fell flat and serious as they kneeled next to their commander and his captain. “What happened? Is he alright?”

Erwin was pulled from his haze of anxiety and carefully placed a hand on Levi’s forehead. “A little clammy. I don’t think he’s unwell. He just… He fainted.”

“He’s skinny, isn’t he? Too skinny, Erwin. Shit, I didn’t even notice until…”

“Help me lift him.” Erwin felt like screaming. He felt like he might scream until his lungs burned to ash. “Help me, Hanji.”

—

Everything felt light when his eyes finally peeled open again. Just before shame and guilt could pool in his stomach from the reality of the situation he was in, Levi felt a sort of lightness. His head didn’t ache as badly but his body felt without use. Like if he lifted his hand he might just break away into pieces all together.

When Levi’s cool eyes settled on Erwin, he wished that he could break away. His commander was asleep, draped across Levi’s chest with a hand wrapped around his in a tight grasp, as if Erwin was willing him to stay even as he slept. Maybe especially while he slept.

He must’ve been exhausted. Levi felt a sinking feeling once he realized this exhaustion was partially his doing. How long had Erwin stayed by his side in the infirmary, waiting for him to wake, before eventually passing out like this? It had felt like a long dream. A deep sleep. And Erwin had surely been awake while Levi agonized him with his absence.

Levi involuntarily gave Erwin’s hand a tight squeeze. Maybe it was an apology of some kind.

“Lee…” Erwin whispered, or more so mumbled into the fabric of Levi’s hospital gown. His head turned and his sleepy eyes blinked, once then twice.

“I’m here.”

“Levi?” Erwin repeated himself, this time more clearly and with wide eyes full of instant relief.

“I’m sorry, Erwin.”

Erwin sat up straight, his hand relinquishing Levi’s grasp.

“You’ve been asleep two whole days. Unless I’ve just slept away another day with you.”

Levi nodded, noticing how Erwin let his apology roll right off his shoulders. As if he didn’t wish to hear it.

“You’re on strict IV fluids but when you feel up for it, the nurse will bring you a bit of bread, alright?”

“Erwin—” Levi released a sigh as he spoke, but Erwin was quick to cut him off.

“No,” Erwin seemed to rein in his irritation, as if now was not the time for it. “No, Levi. I won’t hear objections. Not now. Not after what happened in my office.”

Levi closed his pale, cracked lips. Erwin fiddled with his hands.

“You didn’t tell me you weren’t well. I could’ve done something. I mean—.”

“That’s not your fault. I… Erwin, I've never been good about remembering… this kind of thing. It slipped my mind.”

“You’re malnourished. Anemic. You lost consciousness, Levi.” His voice was near a whisper once he spoke again. “Two days.”

“And what does that have to do with you?”

Erwin may have his emotions sealed away but Levi was not keen to follow suit.

“I fucked up okay? I was pushing myself and eating right just fucking slipped my mind, what do you want me to say?”

“I’m your commander now, Levi. Your life is in my hands. I was overworking you. I was.”

“As self centered as that is, Erwin, I am my own person and when I make a mistake it’s on me,” he bit into the last word with bitterness. “This happens from time to time. I’m not good with… reading myself. Knowing what I need. Until I’m at a breaking point.”

“Like your body is in survival mode, all the time.”

Levi nodded weakly.

“I see,” Erwin sighed, putting his hand through his hair as they sat in the quiet for a long beat. “No matter what the reason, there had to be one for you to not tell me right then, before you passed out. Can you please just tell me that?”

Levi felt his very muscles tense.

“I’ve always been this way. I don’t want you to take it personally. I’ve been on my own so long, I’ve been down so long… I don’t know how to lean on someone. Especially when I’m not even sure what’s wrong.”

Something painful to witness pooled in Erwin’s gaze. He was hurt by this. In a way that Levi had never seen. In a way that Levi didn’t think was even possible.

If there was at least one thing Levi was certain of, he didn’t want Erwin to ever feel this pain again.

“But I’m willing to learn,” he whispered, hesitating as he pulled Erwin’s warm hand into his own again. “If you’re willing to teach me.”

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salt-baby · 2 years

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You mentioned in one of your posts personalized knee braces, may I ask what you did to them? I need ideas to spice up my braces

absolutely! thanks so much for the ask!

most of my gear is customized in some way or another, and a lot of it is either visible mending or visible-mending inspired

my knee braces are the bodyprox hinged knee brace, which are available over-the-counter and have served me pretty well! They've lasted about a year but I would probably recommend replacing them around six months

anyway the first signs of wear and tear were on the covers for the metal hinges on the side, so I took some embroidery floss and added some little decorative patches wherever it tore through and that held really well. this part of the brace doesn't have any effect on functionality, it just protects the hinges from scratching things, so I felt pretty safe repairing it. These could also be removed pretty easily to work on.

[Image ID: two black knee braces on a striped blue bedspread. The knee braces have covered hinges on each side, and the covers are worn through in multiple places. There are three embroidered spots on the covers: a sunflower, a smiley face, and a rainbow flag. / .End ID.]

eventually it was wearing through too much to keep up with. Most of the wear came from the inside, from the friction of the metal against the padded fabric, so when I eventually went to replace them entirely, I knew the most durable layer should be the innermost one.

inspired by this post, i ordered some eye-pattern quilters cotton and used some thrifted black denim to make new covers. They’re sewn (with a whip stitch, specifically) around the edges and seams with black dental floss. I’d also recommend upholstery or heavy-duty thread, since that holds pretty well, comes in a lot of colors, and is cheap. I added two layers of the cotton since I figured it would tear quickly and it did. heres when it was new:

[Image ID: a person wearing grey compression tights and black knee braces in front of a white background. The knee braces have been modified, so that the hinge covers are made out of an eyeball-pattern fabric with visible black stitching. / .End ID]\

the quilters cotton basically tore immediately, but I honestly think that it looks cool as it is. The denim has held up remarkably well! no tears or thin spots or anything! I used a thick, no stretch denim for it (honestly I think I destroyed a pair of Levi Jeans for it...)

there’s some spots in the back which have gotten all torn up from the velcro, and I would patch or darn those areas, but I’m about to get shiny new prescription knee braces, so it didn’t seem worth the trouble.

some other things i’ve thought about doing but didn’t was to whipstitch around the edges in a colorful thread or embroidery floss, modify the tag somehow or paint the little velcro tabs. Because of the little plastic loops, you could probably also add a chain if the clasp was big enough, like one of those shoe chains? you’d have to try and see! I think theres a whole world of possibility for self-expression using braces.

if you do end up customizing your knee braces, I’d love to see them! If youre comfortable feel free to tag me in a post or dm me pictures!

I’ve also modified my wrist braces and my oval-8 ring splints, so if you (or anyone else) are curious about those, send me another ask and I’ll happily go into it! I just didn’t want to rant too much on one post.

#thanks so much for the ask!#these braces are the ones that were complimented #although im not sure if they complimented the embroidery version or the eyes version #disability #ehlers danlos syndrome #hypermobile ehlers danlos syndrome #hypermobility #just in case i am unaffiliated with the links i shared #salt baby answers

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someonestolemyshoes · 3 years

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So at risk of stepping out of line here are some prompts of many genres for you! I dont know if any of these tickle your fancy.

Hange Survives the rumbling

Magic AU (specifically what would they be skilled or not skilled in. I always picture Hange as being good at illusions and Levi being good at combat magic but best at house hold charms for example)

Zombie apocalypse AU (Levi was a little disgruntled at first to have a tag along but warms up to her pretty quickly and mostly against his better judgement. He is forced to concede having someone to watch his back is nice after she saves his life though )

The exact moment other characters realized Levi had feelings for Hange.

Hange and Levi pranking Erwin in increasingly elaborate ways while keeping their identity a secret. As he gets more and more frustrated.

Just straight up angst with a capitol A

Ive honestly thoroughly enjoyed everything you've written and look forward to seeing more. I dont know etiquette for offering prompts and hope I didnt offer too many. I just thought they sounded cool.

I have saved all of these because there are so many good ideas BUT on this occasion I have decided to write the following: The exact moment other characters realized Levi had feelings for Hange. This was also inspired in part by something @glassesandswords said earlier regarding Levihan and ballroom dancing. There is no (real) dancing, but there is a ballroom.....does that count?

They were greeted politely at the doors, and led through a huge, carved entryway, intricate pillars stretching from the shiny marble floor to the high, mural ceiling. It was a beautiful architectural feat, but the effect was wasted on Erwin's small group, who observed the space with contempt, or else in Hange's case, stared only at the floor where their reflections shimmered in the polished surface.

Sweet music played through a closed set of double doors up ahead, carrying with it the hum of many voices interspersed now and then with a raucous laugh, or the clink of cutlery on expensive ceramic dishes. Two men, dressed in matching uniform, bowed politely and pulled the doors open, and the sound from within spilled into the entryway, echoing into the vast space.

The ballroom was beautiful.

The carriage pulled up in a stone-paved courtyard outside one of the most extravagant buildings Erwin had ever seen. Much like everything else in Sina, money had been thrown about without restraint, to create halls and mansions and castles each bigger and more gaudy than the last. They functioned almost exclusively as a show of wealth, save for the occasional ball or banquet where the space was welcome, and the rich were more than happy to showcase their spoils.

Tonight, this particular hall had the honour of hosting the Benefactors Ball. It was an opportunity for the military factions to rub shoulders with nobility, and garner themselves some additional funding—politicking disguised as polite conversation over glasses of champagne, each one likely costing more than the monthly budget allocated for the Survey Corps as a whole.

Erwin stepped down from the carriage and took in the space. The building was tall, all white stone and huge, arched windows, polished until they shone, reflecting the evening sky. A wide staircase led to a set of great oak doors, thrown open and exposing a glimpse of the entrance hall within. The interior was full of buildings like this, large enough to hold hundreds, but vacant for most of the year, while the people within Wall Rose lived like cattle, penned into cramped houses with one room for a whole family.

Behind him, the carriage creaked as Levi climbed down. He stopped beside Erwin and stared up at the lavish building with his lip curled, his distaste evident. He made no efforts to hide his disgust at the gaudy display of luxury, and did not bother lowering his voice when he said, "stinks like pig shit. Filthy rich bastards can't pay someone to wipe their asses properly?"

Erwin cleared his throat, swallowing the urge to laugh. He perfectly understood Levi's disdain, for the sentiment was widely shared, both throughout the Corps and much of the land outside of the interior. People lived in poverty, struggling to make ends meet and fighting for rations while the rich ate decadent banquets full of more food than they could ever hope to consume, growing fat and idle in their comfort.

To his left, Mike had alighted from the carriage and was busy straightening his suit. He showed less restraint than Erwin, snorting and garnering some scathing looks from the passing attendees. Erwin fixed his face into a pleasant, appeasing smile, and spoke through the side of his mouth. "Better not to insult our company if you want to eat over the winter."

"We're already eating scraps like dogs," Levi protested with a sharp click of his tongue.

"And you'll be eating less than that if they cut our funding. Behave, please."

Mike shrugged a shoulder, unbothered by Erwin's scolding. Levi shot him a scowl, but did not argue and instead turned to talk over his shoulder, barking out. "Oi, four-eyes. The hell is taking so long?"

There was some shuffling inside the carriage. Erwin could hear Hange grumbling to themself inside it, and then their voice called out, somewhat petulantly, "I feel ridiculous."

"We're running late," Erwin said. "Come on."

Hange swore quietly, then sighed. More shuffling and Erwin heard the carriage stairs creak as Hange climbed their way carefully down them, manoeuvring awkwardly with all the loose fabric around their legs. They stood stiffly beside Levi, adjusting the thin, silk shawl across their shoulders and pulling it over their chest. The neckline of their dress cut too low for their comfort, which Hange had complained about endlessly on the ride here, and the midnight blue fabric fell to brush the tops of their feet, where they had been forced into a pair of flat, thin-soled shoes that were already rubbing the skin of their heels raw.

The dress was very pretty, and in truth, Hange looked very pretty in it, but their discomfort showed painfully in their high, drawn shoulders and slouched posture, curved over themself to make their long, thin frame appear as small as possible.

"I don't see why I couldn't wear a suit like everybody else," Hange said, huffing to blow their fringe out of their face. Nanaba had fixed their hair in a delicate half-up do, a pretty, intricate bun fastened at the back of their head while the rest of their hair fell in loose curls just past their shoulders. Already, they seemed annoyed with it, constantly pushing it away from their face and neck. Mike turned to examine the view and Levi, who had been watching Hange slyly from the corner of his eye, slid his gaze forward and away. Erwin cleared his throat, but made no comment. The organisers had been clear about their dress code requirements—no military decoration, suits for the men and dresses for the women. Hange's military record had decided their fate for the evening, and no amount of arguing or pleading could change that.

After a pregnant pause, Erwin politely held out an arm for Hange, and gave them a somewhat apologetic smile. "Shall we?"

Hange kept their hands to themself. They shook their head and made a vague gesture for Erwin to walk ahead, following closely behind him and Mike, whose combined height and bulk blocked them from view. Erwin felt a little guilty, for forcing Hange to come, and for refusing their multiple requests to dress in something they felt more relaxed in. But Erwin understood well how the benefactors operated, knew that a pretty face in a nice dress had sway where stoic men in suits did not. Hange's frosty attitude towards him was enough to convince him that they understood, too.

The ballroom was beautiful. Long tables lined the walls, piled high with more food than they had ever seen in their lives, steaming joints of meat, fresh and tender, and fish, vegetables steamed or roasted and coated in unfamiliar herbs and spices. The combined smell was mouthwatering. Beside him, Mike breathed long and deep through his nose. There was a huge, open floor in the centre of the room where the attendees were mingling, the men dressed in sharp, well-fitted suits and the women draped in elegant dresses, fine jewelry studding their fingers and wrapping their wrists, pearls and gems hanging from their necks. A great, ornate chandelier hung overhead, lit with what felt like hundreds of candles, the firelight ducking and weaving, shimmering from the hanging crystals and casting pretty, shifting shadows on the floor below. On one wall, huge windows ran from ceiling to floor and displayed a well-groomed garden flushed pink in the setting sun, dotted carefully with trimmed bushes and pruned flowers, a great stone fountain set in the centre,

The four of them stood in a line in the open doorway. Erwin observed quickly, efficiently. Many faces were already blushing a little red, from the heat and their full stomachs and the champagne, ferried around the room by waiters carrying trays, darting about the space with choreographed ease. He spotted a few of the key benefactors, those with the fattest wallets, and took note of the drinks in their hands—tumblers of amber liquid, whiskey or brandy from the bar, or else goblets of deep red wine that stained their lips and teeth. A glass or two more and enough sweet, sickly compliments, and Erwin felt confident they could come to some financial agreements.

He turned to look at the others. Mike's expression was neutral, eyes masked by his long fringe, but his posture was relaxed, his hands hanging loosely at his sides. Levi's eyes had once again roved to one side, where Hange stood, taking in the room with one arm covering their chest, their nails scratching absently at the skin of their neck. Levi clicked his tongue at them and reached up, flicking their knuckles.

"Stop doing that, idiot," Levi said. "You look diseased."

Hange's neck had indeed turned a deep shade of red where their nails had raked at the skin, swelling in thin, raised welts that threatened to split open with much more abuse. Hange pulled the shawl tighter around themself.

"I have a few people I need to speak to," Erwin said. He shot them each a look in turn. "Mingle, but please, stay out of trouble."

Mike nodded. Levi shrugged a shoulder. Hange glared at him, the candlelight catching and glinting off their glasses. Erwin trusted the group, but not completely. Mike had a penchant for dry sarcasm, and Erwin had observed of late that Hange and Levi could make an explosive pair when left to their own devices, equally as volatile whether they were conspiring together or else at each other's throats. Collateral damage within the Corps was easy enough to iron out—traumatised recruits were simple to deal with. Offended benefactors and interior personnel were a whole other matter. Smoothing out Survey Corps relations with their funding parties was a headache Erwin didn't need, if he could help it.

Hange, though, looked ill-equipped for mischief. Erwin couldn't recall a time he had ever heard them seem quiet, or seen them so tense. Of all the soldiers Erwin had ever known, Hange was the most loose, relaxed, with little regard for military hierarchy, no sense of personal space, and a lack of shame so absolute it bordered on admirable. He had never seen Hange so subdued, before. He might have found the reprieve from their usual exuberance peaceful, if not for the itch of guilt that came with it.

But he didn't have time to dwell on it. There were more important matters to attend to, and Erwin took his leave from the group with a stern nod, leaving to greet Pixis and Nile where they were talking politely with some bloated, red-faced nobles.

The evening passed in endless addresses. Erwin flattered his way around the room, speaking humbly with innumerable men, smiling and taking their backhanded compliments with grace while pushing another drink into their greedy hands.

Over the shoulders of one stout man with yellow teeth and breath like tobacco, Erwin caught sight of Mike, dutifully nodding his head as a gaggle of older women flocked around him. He panned his gaze around, searching for his two missing soldiers, until his eyes landed on Hange where they stood near a corner of the room, engaged in awkward looking conversation with a lanky man who seemed to share Hange's usual sentiments about personal space. He was taller than Hange, but had stooped until their faces were close, and in both of his hands he held one of Hange's, stroking over their knuckles as he talked. Hange had a forced smile on their face, but even from this distance Erwin could see the strain in their neck, the tightness in their face, their free hand white-knuckling a fist full of their dress at their side.

Erwin had known Hange long enough to understand the concentrated effort with which they were holding back. He would have to thank them later, for not causing a scene, but he could have hardly blamed them if they had. As he watched, the man brought one hand up to Hange's hair, following a loose curl from the crown of their head, past their cheek, and to their shoulder, where his fingertips danced lightly at their collar. Hange's face was pale in their anger, and Erwin was mentally preparing the kind of speeches he'd have to give to excuse Hange's indiscretion, when a figure appeared at their side offering a glass of champagne. Erwin's brows rose.

Levi had come out of nowhere. He pressed the glass insistently at Hange, who quickly pulled both of their hands free to take it. Their admirer looked sufficiently displeased by the interruption, straightening to his full height and looking down his nose at Levi. Levi stared back impassively, gaze unwavering as Hange spoke, gesturing towards Levi, and Erwin watched with some smug satisfaction as introductions were made, and the sleazy old man realised exactly who had joined their conversation.

He stuck around for only a moment, before taking his leave. Hange watched him go, then visibly sagged in place, taking a long gulp from the delicate flute and bringing their hand up to their throat. Levi said something that made Hange laugh. Their smile was small and the shake of their shoulders was slight, but it was genuine. Levi slapped weakly at Hange's hand—they had been scratching again, the skin of their neck red and irritated. He took the champagne flute from their hand and drank the rest, depositing the empty glass on a nearby table and pulling a face, running his tongue over his teeth. Hange laughed again, a little brighter this time, some delight reflected in their face as they watched Levi's twisted expression, and when Levi said something that looked suspiciously like piss off, they laughed loud enough that Erwin could just hear it. Levi nudged at Hange's ribs with his elbow and Hange grabbed onto his arm, wriggling away. When Levi stopped his prodding, Hange didn't let go of him. And then the crowd shifted, a throng of men heading towards the bar, obscuring Levi and Hange from his view.

Huh.

That was interesting.

Levi had been with them for just over two years now. He had opened up very little in that time, remained almost as stoic and distant as he had been when he had first been recruited. He spoke little, and what conversation he did make was always rude and often perfunctory, coaxed into short, one-word answers or non-committal grunts. He dealt with Erwin because he had to. He tolerated Mike due to proximity alone—where Erwin went, Mike was never far behind.

His forbearance of Hange was more confusing.

There was no real need for them to spend much time together. Outside of meetings and events like these, compulsory gatherings where Erwin preferred to bring his most trusted subordinates, the pair of them were never required to be in each other's company. He'd had no doubt that Hange would be pushy; they were fascinated by Levi and had been since the beginning, keen to observe as much as they could, to understand and employ whatever technique it was that allowed Levi to move so quickly, to fight so efficiently. He had been unsurprised to see Hange hovering around Levi shortly after their first mission together—"like a fly on horse shit," Levi had said—and it had been no shock to him at all that Levi's dismissal had fallen on deaf ears.

But time had passed, and despite Levi's constant grumbles and complaints, seeing the two of them together had become an increasingly familiar sight.

Things weren't always amiable. There was a lot of bickering, loud disagreements where Hange would whinge and push and prod and Levi's anger would build until he was steaming, and there had on one occasion been a physical fight, the kind of feral scuffling in the dirt usually reserved for children. Erwin had broken that up himself after battling to the centre of a watching crowd, and the pair of them had sat down across from him at his desk, their faces resolutely turned in opposite directions, their hair and clothes coated in dusty, dry soil, with swelling bruises on their cheeks and split skin on their knuckles. They pointed fingers, each laying the blame squarely on the other, and neither had admitted the root cause. Erwin eventually dismissed them with a headache, and demanded that whatever their issue was, they resolve it—civilly. He had wholly expected another scrap, but had been pleasantly surprised at finding the pair of them sitting together in the mess hall that evening—they were arguing about Hange's ludicrous notion to capture a titan when he had passed them, Levi jabbing his fork at Hange's hand when they slyly reached for his bread, but there was a familiar light in Hange's eyes, one that told him this argument, at least for now, was not serious.

Erwin had been pleasantly surprised to see a similar expression reflected on Levi's usually flat, stoic face. He had ripped his bread loaf in two, and dropped half of it silently onto Hange's plate as he told them, "for the last damn time, no."

Levi afforded Hange for more leniency than he did to anybody else. He would pull a face when Hange threw an arm around his shoulder, but he never pushed them away anymore. He'd grumble if Hange dropped next to him on Erwin's sofa and wriggled their does under his thighs for warmth, curse them for putting their dirty feet on the furniture, but it had been a long time now since Levi had knocked their feet back to the floor. He would badger them relentlessly about their greasy hair or the dirt under their nails, and in the same breath he would tug on their ponytail, his fingers sinking easily into the knotted, unkempt hair.

And now, this—Levi barely tolerated using communal utensils, opting often to clean his own cutlery before eating. To drink directly from the same glass as anyone, let alone Hange, who Levi notoriously butted heads with over their personal hygiene, was unimaginable. And yet.

Erwin was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of his name, and turned back to his companion, falling easily into conversation once more.

The evening dragged on. The sky outside the great windows was full dark, the stone fountain pale in the moonlight. The water shimmered, dark and spotted with the light from the stars. Erwin's throat was dry and sore from talking, but he felt satisfied—he had secured plenty of meetings to negotiate funding, enough that he wasn't all too worried that they would inevitably lose a few offers when the alcohol wore off.

He found Mike near the bar, finally alone. Erwin crossed to him and greeted him with a nod, ordering a drink and leaning against the bar beside Mike to enjoy it.

"Calling it a success?" Mike asked. Erwin hummed.

"I think so. I'll wait until we are safely back at the barracks before I say for certain."

Mike snorted quietly into his glass. He was sipping from a glass of fragrant whiskey, something deep and smoky. Erwin took another mouthful from his water.

"And you?" Erwin asked. "Would you call it a successful evening?"

Mike reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. "A very lovely lady left me her address. She insisted I write to her."

Erwin's lip quirked. He hid it behind his glass. "Will you?"

Mike shrugged. "Maybe. I figure she might leave me a big fat inheritance if I do."

Erwin chuckled, and looked about the room.

The crowd had thinned some, and those who remained spoke in loud, slurred voices that sounded over the lazy music played by the band. They stood around in small clusters, picking at the plentiful food and chugging down their drinks, bellies swollen behind shirts bursting at the seams. Pigs ready for slaughter, if it weren't for the work of people like them, who put their lives on the line for humanity every time they set foot into titan territory.

Mike elbowed him. Erwin hummed, and Mike nodded his head towards a corner of the room. "How's that for a success?"

Many of the candles in the chandelier had gone out, leaving the room with a smoky haze and the lights lower than before, a warm orange glow that barely reached the corners. Hange had sat themself on the corner of one of the tables, their feet dangling a little way off the floor as they drank from another glass of champagne. Their shawl had been replaced with Levi's jacket, buttoned just over their chest to cover them, and they had kicked off their shoes, bare feet swinging back and forth as they drank. Their hair had been thrown up into its customary ponytail, messy and shaggy at the back of their head. They looked much more like Hange, more relaxed, more comfortable.

Levi stood close beside them, his hip cocked against the table edge, Hange's shawl folded neatly and draped over his arm. The pair of them were talking between themselves, observing the room—Hange kept snickering, and Levi kept hiding his own smile with his champagne glass. Both of their cheeks were flushed pink, noticeable even with the distance. Hange twisted their head to look at Levi, still laughing, and reached up idly to fuss with his hair. Levi continued talking to Hange as though they hadn't touched him, his eyes glued to their face as they broke into a loud, tinkling laugh, the kind that carried like windchimes over the rest of the noise. Levi's eyes were a little wide, brows relaxed out of his customary frown, and his lips were a little parted as he stared openly at Hange.

"You think he knows he looks at Hange like they put the sun in the sky?" Mike said. Erwin laughed and shook his head.

Whatever Hange said next must have been teasing. Their lips spread in a sly smile, showing teeth, and their eyes pinched behind their glasses. They leaned a little further into Levi's space, and Erwin noticed Hange's leg drift sideways, their toes brushing against Levi's calf. Whatever Hange said made Levi grimace, but he put no distance between them. One of his hands settled on Hange's knee as he leaned even closer, and the other came up between their faces to pinch at Hange's nose. He shook their face back and forth until Hange brought their hands up and wrapped them around Levi's wrist. Levi relinquished his hold, and Hange lowered their hands down into their lap, playing with Levi's fingers as they fell back into conversation.

Levi put no distance between them. Erwin and Mike watched the pair of them, watched as Levi swayed even further into Hange's space, his fringe brushing against Hange's brow. Hange was watching him curiously, their head tipped a little to one side—Levi initiating any kind of proximity must have been new, even to Hange, but they didn't seem at all bothered by his closeness.

Mike let out a low whistle. "Little street rat has a soft spot."

Erwin gave Mike a warning look, and Mike raised his hand in surrender. "Sorry, sorry. Just surprised to see the captain has feelings, is all."

"It's that hard to believe?" Erwin said. "He cared a lot about his friends, too. He has a heart."

"Somewhere."

Erwin rolled his eyes. Levi and Hange were still standing close, and Levi looked very much like he was debating something in his head. His eyes flicked over Hange's face, and his fingers curled slowly around Hange's, gripping one of their hands in his. Erwin found himself holding his breath, watching them, waiting with a childishly eager anticipation. As their superior, Erwin certainly shouldn't encourage interpersonal relationships between his soldiers—but they were his friends, too. If they could afford themselves a moment of happiness in this hellish world, Erwin wouldn't stop them. Not for one night.

And then Hange's eyes flicked their way. They grinned widely, turning their face and lifting a hand to wave enthusiastically across the room. Unthinking of their attire, Hange bent a knee up and braced one of their heels on the table edge, exposing entirely too much skin to the remaining patrons in the room.

Erwin waved calmly back. Mike raised his glass. Levi stepped out of Hange's space, pausing only to pull a face and silently drape Hange's shawl over their lap, to cover them where the dress had ridden up their leg. He slipped his hand out of Hange's and jammed it instead into his pocket, and shook his fringe over his eyes, looking at Erwin and Mike through it. His scowl was back in place, but the colour in his cheeks had intensified.

Hange spoke to Levi, then hopped off the table grabbed his hand again, turning backwards to keep a hold of his hand as he bunched up their shawl and scooped to pick up Hange's shoes, dangling them from his fingers as Hange dragged him barefoot across the ballroom floor. Levi followed behind, caught helplessly in Hange's wake. In the middle of the floor Hange paused, and turned to him so quickly the hem of their dress rose, twirling around their legs. Whatever they said made Levi shake his head, and then shake it again, more firmly, but Hange laughed that bright, tinkling laughter and held the skirt of their dress in their spare hand, dipping into an exaggerated curtsey. Erwin wasn't sure what had done it, whether it was the alcohol or the jacket covering them up, or perhaps it was simply the presence of good company, but Hange was behaving more like themself again, bubbly and alive, and Levi was as ever their hopeless victim, cringing when Hange spun themself down the length of his arm, paused briefly with their body pressed tight against his chest, and then back out again, teetering on their toes to keep their balance.

They tried valiantly to coax Levi into a few off-beat steps, moving to a rhythm Erwin couldn’t identify. They smile was bright, their face pleasantly read, and they were wholly unbothered by Levi’s lack of commitment. Levi looked at them sternly, but the threat of it was lost in the bright red flush of his cheeks.

"You're no fun, Levi!" They whined, close enough now that Erwin could hear them. Levi clicked his tongue.

"You're acting like an idiot."

"I'm having fun," Hange said, tugging on Levi's hand. "You should try it! You might like it."

"Brat."

Hange grinned as though he had complimented them. Levi's lips twitched, but he held back any urge to smile and curled his lip in a snarl instead, hitting Hange's leg lightly with their shoes and urging them to start walking again. Hange saluted him and together they crossed the rest of the distance and stopped before Erwin and Mike. Hange kept a casual hold on Levi's hand and Levi made no move to part from them, but he glared at Mike and Erwin as though daring them to say something. Mike smirked, and Levi flushed deeper, but his grip tightened around Hange's fingers.

"Are we done?" Hange asked. Erwin nodded. "Good. My feet are killing me—who the hell designed shoes like? And I’m tired of creepy old men—which reminds me,” Hange reached into the top of their dress and pulled out a handful of napkins, which they handed over to Erwin. “These perverts seemed pretty eager to spare a pretty penny for a nice young lady like myself.” Hange pulled a face as they said it. “I can't wait to get this dress off."

Erwin noted with interest the way Levi's eyes slid to Hange, roving down the length of their body and up again.

Mike downed the last of his drink. "Finally," he said, stretching and following as Erwin led them towards the door.

"Tired after wagging your tail for all those grandma's?"

Hange snickered, and Levi's mouth pulled into half a smile. Mike, unaffected by the jab, only grinned.

"Exhausted. What about you, though? Eager to head back and pop some pain killers?"

"Hah?"

Mike's grin widened. He leaned closer to Levi, and Erwin had to strain his ears to hear him.

"I heard being whipped hurts."

This time, Levi did let go of Hange's hand. Quickly.

There was a carriage waiting for them outside. Erwin took the stairs quickly, eager to sit and rest for the duration of the journey back to the barracks. He opened the door and turned, waiting to let the others in, but only Mike was behind him. Levi and Hange were still at the top of the stairs, Hange holding Levi's shoulders for balance as they slipped back into their shoes. Their face was curled in a pained grimace as they descended the stairs and Levi was watching them closely, one of his hands hovering at their back. Mike looked delighted as they approached, and took great pleasure in offering Hange his hand to help them into the carriage before Levi could. He climbed in and sat beside Hange, leaving Levi to take the seat opposite them. Once they were seated, Erwin knocked on the box, and the driver urged the horses on.

Hange sighed loudly. They kicked off their shoes again, and dumped their feet into Levi's lap.

"Oi," Levi said, though there was no malice behind it. Hange wiggled their toes until Levi closed his hand around Hange's foot, thumb digging into the arch with practiced ease. Hange sighed happily and slumped in their seat.

Mike made a show of sniffing the air, and pulled a face. "Smells weird in here."

"Like what?" Hange asked sluggishly. They had let their eyes drift closed as Levi worked absently on their foot, the buzz from the champagne mellowing in the darkness of the cab.

Mike sniffed again. "Horny teenagers."

Levi's ministrations paused briefly, thumb and fingers stilling until Hange made an impatient sound and lifted their foot, shaking it in his face.

"Fuck off," he hissed, but continued. Hange poked out their tongue and gave him a satisfied grin, then rolled their head towards Mike.

"I think your nose is broken," Hange said. "'S probably just my feet."

"They do reek," Levi added. Hange sunk right the way down in their seat and pushed both feet at Levi's face this time, dodging his grabbing hands and wrestling with him when he caught ahold of them, until he slammed both of their feet back into his lap, victorious, and pinned them down by the ankles. Hange's face was a little flushed from the exertion and their laughter was breathless. Levi looked a little triumphant, eyes alight with something like humour.

Levi was having fun.

Erwin tipped his head back against the headrest and closed his eyes.

"I don't know, Hange," he said, smiling. "I think Mike might be onto something."

#levihan #snk #my writing #ask #thank you for these!!#I am especially intrigued by the magic AU since I have had a similar idea in mind for awhile now #maybe I will finally get around to it hjkh #this was fun but writing erwin is HARD #anyway Levi is whipped what else is new #there are probably many hilarious typos since I wrote this on my phone and am too tired to edit OOPS #anyway please enjoy!!#<3 .

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The Trouble with School - Deaf MC AU

*🎶The trouble with school is, they always try to teach the wrong lesson 🎶 Okay, now that I'm done nerding out, I am so excited to continue this series! I have an actual plan laid for at least another three additions to this AU, and honestly? This is the kind of thing that I'm just slowly gonna make my way through the lessons and keep building. Anyway, I hope you guys are excited as I am. Let's go! (Also, plot note, I'm going to have MC understand JSL specifically as Obey Me is originally produced in Japan) -B*

Summary: The time for fun and games is over, now MC has to begin their duties and begin life at RAD. Being in a new school is hard enough, but Satan and Levi are going to learn just how hard school can be.

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Levi wrung his hands nervously, glancing around him as he walked down the halls of the Royal Academy of Diavolo a little behind you, Satan and yapping Asmodeus.

Normally, he would opt to take his classes online and stay home to avoid having to interact with so many normies, but ...

He glanced up at you, his cheeks reddening as he shook his head and sighed. You were the first person he had ever met who hadn't judged him right away for his passionate interests or his Otaku habits. Instead, you were like him. The two of you had spent the entire night geeking out, talking about your favourite moments from TSL and how you discovered the series. It was perfect. It was almost like he had a friend. While he was sure you would eventually come to your senses and leave like everyone else, Levi didn't see the harm in sticking around you in the meantime.

"Are you alright, Leviathan?" His head snapped up at the slightly robotic sound of your text-to-speech app.

Satan, Asmo, and you stopped walking and were all staring at him. Levi's eyes widened at the sudden attention as he chuckled nervously and quickly signed out, "I'm fine."

You frowned and tilted your head at him, "Satan mentioned that you don't usually come to school," he tensed and sent a glare over to his brother. The blond merely shrugged. "If you're uncomfortable, it's okay if you go home. I'll be fine. I still have Satan to interpret for me."

A hot flash of jealousy burned in Levi's stomach as a scowl came onto his face. You were expecting him to just leave you? Did you think that he was that selfish and cruel that he would just desert you? More than that, you were expecting him to leave you with Satan and Asmodeus of all people! Satan wasn't bad, though he could also be a pain at times, but Asmodeus?! Asmo had been eyeing you ever since he had intercepted the three of you walking to RAD this morning, and Levi could only imagine the lewd thoughts defiling that filthy normie brain of his. The more he thought about it, the more he felt the flames in his stomach grow higher and higher.

"What?" he gritted out as he signed, "and just leave you here at the mercy of these normies? No! Otakus stick together. What would have happened if the Lord of Shadows abandoned Henry when the Lord of Emptiness tried to force him to attack the Lord of Corruption?!"

Your eyes widened as you took a step towards Levi, "He'd be dead!"

Levi nodded fiercely and placed a hand on your shoulder. "I won't leave you to die, Henry!"

You smiled brightly thanked Levi as moved to stand beside him. "I appreciate it, my Lord." There was no hiding the blush that covered Levi's face as he quickly ducked away from you.

"You know," Leviathan froze at the sound of Asmodeus's signature purr. A glance up and he could see him snake his way closer to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "I always thought that series of Levi's was lame. But if simply talking about it could get you to light up so beautifully," his stomach dropped as Asmodeus leaned in close to you. "Then maybe it might be worth a shot after all."

You scrunched up your nose lifted his arm off you with two fingers. You whipped out your D.D.D. and typed out your message in a flurry of fingers. "One: Don't touch me without asking. That's rude and ignores basic consent." Satan snorted from behind Asmodeus as the lust demon's smile twitched. "Two: Never call TSL lame again. It's a masterpiece and deserves to be treated as such. If you're actually interested in the show and not just making a cheap move on me, then I would highly recommend watching the movies and reading the books."

Asmo raised an eyebrow at your words as his eyes dragged up and down your body. "If I agree, does that mean we can have a little movie night? Just the two of us?" He leaned down, his amber gaze trying to catch onto yours.

Levi's breath caught in his through as you finally met his brother's eyes. He waited for the tell-tale sign of Asmodeus's magic falling into place; your body relaxing, a dazed smile gracing your lips, a giddy giggle.

Instead, you pushed hard against his chest, causing Asmo to stumble back a couple feet while you looked up at him with an unimpressed glare. "No."

Without another word, you turned and marched down the hall.

The three Avatars of sin stood silent for several seconds before Leviathan and Satan erupted into side-splitting laughter. Asmodeus narrowed his eyebrows and snarled at them. "What are you laughing at?!"

Satan breathed deeply as he tried to calm down, "Th-They, oh Diavolo, They completely brushed off your charm!"

Asmo huffed as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Whatever," he stared in the direction you had taken off before smirking, "It'll only make it even more entertaining when they do eventually fall for me!"

Levi frowned as Satan patted their brother's back. "You keep telling yourself that, Asmo." Satan looked over his shoulder and waved over to Leviathan. "Come on. We have to catch up. Class is starting soon and without hearing aids, MC is depending on us."

Satan's tone was tired, yet layered beneath it, Levi could've sworn he detected the smallest trace of concern. "You almost sound like you care." Levi spat as he jogged over to his younger brother.

Satan stiffened for a moment before glancing down at him, "I could almost say the same about you."

Neither of them spoke further on the subject as they rushed to the classroom, leaving themselves to ponder on their thoughts on the intriguingly defiant MC.

***

Satan had to admit that he was nervous.

He was a good student, a fantastic one even, so his nerves weren't a result of the class. No, he knew he could ace this simple charms class in heartbeat. Instead, what had his palms lining with sweat was the knowledge that he'd be standing to the far left of his professor, in front of his class and you, attempting to accurately interpret everything the teacher says in time for you to understand.

Satan was confident in his ability to communicate with you personally, but he wasn't so naive as to think that casual vocabulary and instructional vocabulary were the same things.

Yet here he was, leaning against your teacher's desk as he watched you calmly get out a pad of pen and paper and switch the app on your phone to an audio transcribing app.

Once finished, you looked up at him and Satan felt himself stiffen. There was this innocent hunger for knowledge that painted your entire expression that was backlit by your gentle encouraging smile. It held a sense of purity that, after a lifetime in Devildom, Satan had forgotten existed outside of fiction.

You chuckled as you caught sight of his own expression and teasingly signed for him to breathe.

The command shook him out of his daze, as he cleared his throat and straightened his posture.

The teacher, Mr. Than walked in and began to sort of his papers. He paused as he caught sight of Satan sitting on his desk. He let out a heavy sigh. "Satan, I know that you're smart enough to know that my desk isn't your seat."

Satan chuckled in good nature. "Well-aware professor. I'm standing up here so that I can interpret your class for your new student, MC. Lucifer's orders," he reached into his pocket and held out the note towards Than. The elder sighed and took hold of the note, glancing over at you as he read it.

His eyebrows narrowed as he looked back at Satan. "So what? You're going to stand up here waving your arms around for the entire class? That's too distracting for the rest of the class."

Satan felt his eyes darken as he crossed his arms over his chest. "MC is your student as well, professor. An exchange student brought here under Diavolo's demand, I'll remind you. So unless you know how to speak sign language, Japenese Sign Language specifically, then I'm afraid you and everyone else will have to put up with it."

Mr. Than pursed his lips and looked over at you with a distasteful glance before sighing and turning back to his papers.

The class went by ... less than favourably.

Satan did his best to interpret everything for you, but sometimes he simply wouldn't be able to keep up with the professor or wouldn't know the right sign to accurately translate the lesson. Levi tried to help him, from where he sat behind you, by providing him with the right sign when he noticed his younger brother stumbling, but it wasn't much use; inevitably they would come across a word neither of them knew, and Satan would stumble to catch back up with Mr.Than's lecture. The bright light that Satan had seen in you at the beginning of the class slowly faded into acceptance the longer class went on.

The worst part, in Satan's opinion, was the whispering.

He knew he shouldn't pay it any mind, but he couldn't help but grit his teeth as your classmates gossiped and mocked Satan's performance and made fun of your disability.

At one point he made the mistake of glaring at a demon who made a particularly nasty comment about how "if you were so useless that you needed another person do everything for you, then you shouldn't be in the class". You noticed, of course, and turned to look at your classmates. He could only watch as realization crashed over you. You closed your eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath and shaking your head before turning back to face him.

The moment Mr. Than dismissed the class, and you instantly turned away from Satan quickly began packing up your bag.

Satan and Levi awkwardly made eye contact. The blue-haired demon flickered his eyes between you and Satan as he pointedly nodded his head towards you. Satan sighed at his brother's social incompetence.

He slowly made his way over to your desk and knocked on the surface to get your attention. You paused, your shoulders slumping in exhaustion as you turned back to face him.

Satan had expected tears, maybe anger, to be coating your expression after the blatant unjust treatment that you had received during class, but what he found there instead was almost worse. You simply looked tired and resigned. The slight pinch in between your eyebrows combined with the empty gleam in your once vibrant gaze spoke of someone who should have known better.

"I ..." He paused as he thought of what to say. Should he apologize? Apologizing wasn't exactly a common practice for him or most demons for that matter, yet he couldn't help but feel some semblance of guilt and sympathy for his part in your lack of learning during this class.

A gentle hand rested over his, yanking him out of his thoughts. You smiled softly at him. "It's alright. I know you did your best, and that's more than I can say for some people. I know this isn't ideal for anyone, so thank you for standing up for me to our professor and our class."

Satan stood there, frozen as he looked at where your hand had touched his.

Leviathan cleared his throat as he came to stand beside you. "But he was only able to translate, like two-thirds of the class! How are you supposed to learn if you don't even know what's going on?"

You shrugged as you swung your bookbag onto your back. "Hopefully this will just be temporary until Lord Diavolo can get me some hearing aids." The boys glanced at each other in uncertainty. You huffed in frustration. "Look, the shitty teacher and gossiping class? That's nothing new for me. I've had to use interpreters or other resources before when my hearing aids were getting replaced, and the school didn't always provide professionally trained ones. It sucks, but I'm used to it. I have my transcribed notes from today, and I'll work with you guys to understand anything that the recording may have missed."

Levi narrowed his eyes at your words, "Wait. You get treated like this on a regular basis?"

You groaned and turned back to face them. "Yes and no. Not everyone is an asshole, but there's always some abelist little shit who thinks I'm incompetent, undeveloped, or weak just because I communicate differently. Not to mention the people who think I'm just faking it," you shook your head as you pinched the bridge of your nose. "I don't really want to keep talking about it. We still have the rest of the day to get through, so can we please move on?"

Satan felt his eye twitch at your explanation. He knew that if he had to put up with half of the disrespect that you apparently went through consistently, his anger wouldn't be nearly well kept as it was. Hell, if he was you, he'd have slaughtered dozens by now and show them all just how strong and competent he could be. He couldn't help but bite his tongue as he realized that after just one class, you were already beginning to expect the same treatment here in the Devildom.

That wouldn't do; not well you were under the Avatar of Wrath's watch.

Satan nudged you with his elbow and began to lead the way out of the class. "Fine. Just don't let them get to you. You're a ward of the Avatars of Sin. That makes you loads more important than they could ever dream."

Leviathan looked anxiously between the two of you. He felt his hands curl into fists as you smiled softly at Satan and thanked him.

Satan glanced back at his brother and froze as he saw the knowing, jealous expression on his face. Satan cleared his throat and took a step back from you as the bell sounded. "Right. Class. Let's go."

***

BONUS SCENE

Satan and Levi bit back their laughter at seeing their brother in such disarray while you typed on you D.D.D. "Lucifer. You look dashing," you smirked as your phone read out the message.

*After school*

Lucifer speed walked over to you, Satan and Leviathan just as you exited the classroom with large dark circles under his eyes and a victorious smirk.

The eldest scowled at you. "Watch your tone. I stayed up all weekend learning sign language," he looked pointedly at Satan as he said this. "Now, I'll be able to talk with you properly."

"Talk with me, Satan and Leviathan, you mean."

Lucifer blinked down at you, trying to process what you said, as he finally took in his other brother's presence. "What?"

You pointed at Levi, "Levi is probably the person who's most fluent in sign language here, including me."

Lucifer pursed his lips before shaking his head. "Regardless. I know the language now."

Satan smirked and leaned against the wall behind him. "Sign language can be quite complex to learn over just one weekend. Do you think you're fluent? Show us."

Lucifer glared at his brother before he lifted his chin confidently, and began to move his hands.

You had the decency to bite back your laughter, appreciating the attempt. Meanwhile, Levi and Satan were in tears, leaning heavily on one another as they barked out their laughter.

Only it wasn't sign language.

Or at least not a sign language that you knew.

Lucifer growled and threw his hands down. "What?! What's so funny?"

You couldn't help but chuckle as you typed out your message."I have no idea what you're saying. I think you might have learned a different type of sign language."

Lucifer's eye twitched at the statement. "There are multiple types?"

Satan began to laugh even harder as Levi wiped tears from his eyes. "MC uses Japanese Sign Language. You probably learned American or something like that. There are dozens of variations depending on where you live." Levi explained breathily as he attempted to calm himself.

Lucifer fell silent as looked from you to Satan to Levi and repeated before finally settling his glare onto you. He let out another growl, turning away from the three of you, leaving in a trail of infernal curses.

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astaroth1357 · 3 years

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request: an MC thats very good w playing games or like,,, is proficiently skilled in all game categories or smrhn

alsp hi xander i love ur writing

and can i giv u a kith? if so: mwah 😚

Well I hate to tell ya, sweetie, but I’m not Xander. I’m Jazzy. Hello! I can see why you’d want something written by Xander, though. He’s mad talented (better at this than I am quite frankly) and he’s on the list of people I wish I could write as well as. I guess we can both take a moment to be sad that I’m not Xander… *sigh*... to be Xander… 😔

Oh well, I am who I am and I don’t begrudge that fact. Meanwhile, I’ve wanted to do more shout-outs so everybody go read @sevendeadlymorons! If you’re not… I mean… why not? He’s more than worth your time. In the meantime, I hope I can entertain you despite my not-Xanderness.

Brothers React to an MC Who’s Good at Games and Stuff

Lucifer

Honestly couldn’t care less about the MC’s game proficiency in most cases. So they’re good at games? Good for them, he’s sure they’re happy.

But when they’re playing against him on the other hand…

Well, Lucifer may or may not be skilled at whatever game you set him on (he’s a very quick learner so never underestimate him), but he’s whole new levels of competitive when he wants to be. ESPECIALLY if he already thinks he’s hot shit at something.

Video games? Not his forte. Table top games? One word for you: Chess.

Lucifer believes that he can and will whip pretty much anyone’s ass in chess. That includes Satan, Solomon, Levi, and even Diavolo. He is at grandmaster level.

So imagine his shock, no, his disdain to have lost a game of chess to the MC… The moment they said "Checkmate" he stared at the board in front of them for a solid five minutes trying to work out where he went wrong…

And he wasn’t having that.

He and the MC now have regular chess matches in which he wins some and loses some so the tally stays pretty evenly tied. Really it’s all good fun... (but if they think he’s going to let them go home when he’s on a losing count, they’re Dead. Wrong. He’ll drag them back to down just to play chess with him until the score is right again. He DOES NOT lose, you hear? 🤨).

Mammon

Guess who’s found his gambling buddy??

No, really. He and the MC can make a KILLING at a Poker or Blackjack table! He’s never seen anyone better at poker than they are!! They have nerves of steel and give nothing away, so he’s lost more than a few hands to them before...

Even past the casinos, they’re perfect for making bets on! He once arranged a Devil Cart competition between the MC and Levi and took bets around RAD for who’d win...

Naturally, everybody assumed the Devildom’s resident Super-Otaku would win hands down, but the MC had this insane last minute save with a blue shell and pulled ahead in the last lap!!

He was like, the only person that bet on the MC and he got soooo much money that MC found HIM crying and hugging a bag of Grimm after the match…

Any time they win a game that gets him money, he’ll treat them like royalty for the next week. Man knows not to bite the hand that feeds him!... and creditors at bay... 😬

It may get slightly annoying that Mammon won't stop telling them about gaming competitions where they can get him more prize money, but hey, at least he's supportive, I guess.

Leviathan

Oh they are either his best friend or mortal enemy… Sometimes both in the same day.

Our boy hates losing, can't stand it any better than Lucifer, you KNOW the second he knows there's someone out there who even has a chance of beating him, he gets serious. This is not a "friendly rivalry," MC.

When they’re playing any game against each other, he'll call them by their gamertag/online persona to keep himself focused (yes, even if they’re playing Monopoly). They can't be his MC right now, they gotta be the person he's going to beat...

He's NOT opposed to dirty tactics to win, either. Saying things that will get them mad or flustered mid-match? Check. Using his tail to distract or tease them? Check. Just being a general nuisance/annoyance in game for the hell of it? Guilty as charged!

He's both a sore winner AND a sore loser, so unfortunately MC, you really can't win here... He'll be obnoxious regardless of the outcome.

However… when they’re on the same team, it's really something special. They don't just destroy the competition, they bulldoze over them like an armored tank barreling through rush hour traffic!

These two are legends in the online gaming community and have even started a streaming channel on the side. Sometimes your worst enemies also make the best allies... Who knew? 🤷‍♀️

Satan

Is surprisingly impressed by their gaming prowess. Are they just supremely skilled or incredibly lucky, you think…?

That being said, he's not the biggest gaming man on the planet so he's not too competitive with them one way or the other.

When Satan plays a video game, he usually goes for story-based, single-person experiences anyway so it's not like he could compete with them even if he wanted to.

That being said, they do share an informal challenge of sorts when it comes to puzzle/detective games (a not so guilty pleasure of his). He likes to try and beat the levels first, so when they start playing a new one they'll both compare time spent and scores.

He even enjoys playing those Devildom-style AR murder mystery games with them! It’s pretty cute to watch Satan get into it, he dips into his inner Levi and cosplays as some of his favorite TV drama detectives for the occasion and insists they dress as his co-star (best just go along with him. It’s not a bad time, even if they have to carry around an old tobacco pipe for a few hours).

Asmodeus

Good at games? That sounds dangerously like they're another Levi… 🙄 What about party games? Oh oh, or drinking games??

Actually scratch that. How about ANY game while drunk? That sounds pretty fun doesn’t it??

Like Drunk Truth or Dare!! Oh that's a favorite of his… 🤭

To be fair to the MC, the booze does diminish their skills somewhat (because that's kind of what it does in general) but not by all that much… It's pretty impressive.

He once challenged them to a game of Drunk Twister figuring that they'd be too unsteady to actually win for once, but no. If anything, the alcohol must have numbed the stretching pains because they bent over him like a pretzel!

Not that he was complaining or anything… 😏

He likes to take the MC to parties where he knows a game or two will be played just to show off to the crowd and brag that they’re HIS lovely, talented human! You go, MC, beat that competition to a pulp! 😌

Beelzebub

Sports count as games too, right? Well, they aren't half bad at those either.

Beel found it surprising that he found a human who could actually keep up with him. His brothers rarely want to play practice games with him anyway so it’s pretty exciting to have a sports partner at home!

He likes to ask the MC to help him train with practice matches or to go over certain moves or maneuvers he’s having trouble with. It’s not uncommon for the brothers to come home and find the two of them tossing a ball around in the front yard or something.

And the both of them on the same team? Forget it. It takes the dream team of Lucifer and Mammon (who aren’t just arguing with each other for once) to even come close to a challenge for them.

He also enjoys playing the occasional video game with them, though he treats it a lot like playing with Levi and just assumes he’ll never win unless he gets lucky - which does happen from time to time.

He doesn’t mind losing that much as long as he’s having fun, and if nothing else he can always win against them in an eating contest… He’s got those on lockdown. Come at’em MC, he’ll pack away an entire fridge before you’re done with your first plate. Try him.

Belphegor

So Belphie enjoys a good game or two - video-based or otherwise - it comes with the lazy-bastard territory. He may not be as skilled as Levi, but he can hold his own in some genres.

But he’s given up on beating the MC looong ago.

Do you know how much practice it would take? How many hours that he would have to use?? The hours where he could be napping instead??? Yeah, no thanks. They can continue to be the reigning Super Smash Devils champion for all he cares.

Buuuut even he has to admit, it’s pretty relaxing to watch the MC play something in the background... There’s a certain sort of satisfaction to watching someone who’s good at a game just play it straight through.

If they’re set up in Levi’s room or the Common area then Belphie may come over, set his pillow up on the floor, and watch them play. He may even throw in a comment or two like, “You missed a health pack,” or “Better save now,” but other than that he likes to just let them do their thing.

The MC has had many an all-nighter with Belphie spectating until about 4am or so. Then he’s dead to the world and they have to work out how to get his not-exactly-light demon ass onto a couch…

Or they can just leave him faceplanted and snoring on the floor. Up to them, really cause he did it to himself. 🤷‍♀️

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monstas1ut2 · 3 years

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2/3 Eren Yeager (Smut Warning!)

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucka!

The screenshot sound was pretty loud as your back went up and down like a roach sprayed with raid. The male on the other side of the phone laughing his ass off. Well, he wasn't the only one.. but he's the one who took the screenshot.

"Delete that shit, don't put it on Instagram Connie!" Your pretty face was immediately in the camera's view. Your eyes a little wide at the fact that you were caught off guard. But at the same time, you let yourself go in front of the group. That's your wrong doing. But it made them smile nonetheless.

The people who were on the call at the moment were Connie, Jean, and Sasha. The rest were either too bothered to be in such a crackhead group, or they were busy.. probably the first one. Anyways, everyone in first period happened to be your friend, they were all different but they adored you nonetheless... even Annie... she just hides hers pretty well. Anyways, It's almost the end of senior year already and the bond is hard to break..

"That's my favorite song, you can't be catchin a hoe off guard.." you scolded the bald male who still happened to be laughing. His controller in his hand since he was playing nba2k. Jean was also playing but at the moment he was trying to figure out what you were doing.. and he's mad he didn't see..

"What did she do now?!"

"She was throwing her back out of place!" Sasha muffled out as she was stuffing her cheeks with a Hershey chocolate bar. She was also watching Hell's Kitchen on her tv, you could hear it.

"Daddy Jean aint need to hear all that.." you playfully spoke as you bit your lip at him. It was obvious he liked you, not to the point where he wanted a relationship though.. he's just a bit of a man whore.

Though everytime you mumble a 'Daddy Jean' , he's all for it. That's yo bitch.

After a bit of a pause of talking, Connie had picked up his phone and you were now cleaning the table that was in your room. The last time you were in this room, you didn't even have time to clean... Your father was screaming for you to hurry.

Let's explain, this weekend, you are visiting Hange, your mother . She missed you so she invited you to stay for a few days. Today is Friday so you have the whole weekend with her. She had planned Saturday and Sunday. Not to mention, Monday is a holiday so no school.

"Hey guys... uh Armin and Eren having a party.. y'all comin?"

All while Sasha said yes, along with Jean.. you were still jamming to 2-pac spitting his shit. Your hand movements not going unseen by the three on your phone. So in result of not having a response from you, Connie screamed oh so suddenly which caused you to jump pretty high.

"What the Fuck is yo problem!? You bein held by gunpoint nigga?" Your voice showing 1% concern as you moved closer to the phone on your dresser and you stared into it.. quite surprised still.

"(Y/n)... you makin my hair fall out..." Connie spoke as he gave a sarcastic smile and... wow it was hard for everyone to suppress their laughter... your face would turn purple instead of red though..

"Ight~... watchu want?..."

"Eren-"

"Oooh, Eren.." you spoke in interest, your long eyelashes fluttering. This however made Jean and Connie 'throw up' at the same time. All while you rolled your (e/c) eyes.

"Yall do too much-.. and Jean, stay in yo game ight?.. befo I come through the screen and punch-"

"Eren havin a party.. are you going..?"

Tilting your head in slight disbelief that Connie interrupted you. Your eyes rolled as you looked to the side. Obviously leading them on, but at the same time they knew that Hange will let you go...

"Fine. But somebody pickin me up.. and Sasha cuz boo-boo can't drive worth a dime.."

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

As much as you hated it, you sat uncomfortably in the dodge... Ugh... It's just something about you and dodge's. The cars radiate fuck boy energy, and guess who happened to be driving this car? Jean..

Though he let you sit in the passenger seat just because. Your eyes staring out the window as you messed with the stockings you had on. They were in a bit of a web, that was the design. You also had on a plaid skirt and this crop top with some white platforms. Oh you looked scrumptious.

The person who put this outfit together in the first place was Hange.

"Baby Jean, you need a new car... cuz-"

"It radiates Fuck boy energy.. you said it the first time you ever saw it... I know.." Jean pouted as he continued to drive to Eren's house. Who was shared with Armin. The two always lived together, some speculated that they were... sparkle sparkle.. gay.. but they aren't.. not that you would've minded.. it just would've been a bummer.

"(Y/n)... Didn't Your father take your car away...?"

Glaring back at Connie, who was wearing a white shirt with black pants and some timbs. You rolled your eyes and looked through your window again.

"Yeah but my car is a Mitsubishi.."

The neighborhood around these parts were quite pretty. Just like where you lived with your dad. But at the same time you were confused as to how Eren and Armin could afford such a place. The first thing popping in your mind being. Drug dealer and then you thought about what Sukihana said about dating them...

That's probably why Levi didn't want you around him... Yeah.. This whole senior year has been Levi making sure Eren doesn't sit beside you... nor have a project with you... It's like he barely existed at first. Though you always had these ways to talk to him. He's not even that bad.. he's quite the hottie and he knows what to say... he's just a flirt, and you edge him on every time...

"(Y/n)! Can you come with me to find the food?"

Snapping out of those thoughts of Eren, you didn't even realize Jean had already parked. A small 'mhm' coming from your throat as you opened the car door. Everyone else doing the same. Lord it was a bunch of people out here. People were outside and inside which was baffling honestly.

A soft hand touched your wrist and started to drag you towards the house door. It was Sasha, her mouth almost watering for something to eat. She told Eren to make sure there was extra cheese in the fridge for her. Hidden... and lo and behold when you both shimmied through the crowd, the cheese was in the fridge. Her eyes beaming as she grabbed some chips as started eating like it was her last meal, nothing out of the ordinary.

"This music actually hits..." you spoke out to nobody in particular as your hips started to move ever so gently. Though as nice as your body was, it looked more seductive than anything. Popping one of those chips into your mouth as your hips continued to wine ever so gently.

The looks you were getting, not only lustful but want... The way your long dreads just complimented your look had only made it worse. The second you decide to stop, it seemed like everyone stopped looking at you. In slight despair that you'd stopped. Though one individual in particular was continuing to stare...

His hand, wrapped around the cup as he'd sipped at the liquid inside. The black ring on his middle finger caused his hand to look hotter than it already was. He had these prominent veins that would just look so pretty on your brown skin...

"She likes you too..." the blonde that was a tad bit shorter spoke to his childhood friend, Eren.

"What makes you say that..." lord, somehow over all this music, and his low tone... you could still feel the vibration of Eren's voice. Just glancing from the kitchen as Eren was sitting on the couch in the living room. Leaning back like he owned the place... well he did.

Fine ass..

Giving him a bit of a stare, your glossy lips curved into a smirk as you glanced at him up and down. All before turning your attention back to your friend who was having the time of her life eating...

"So Sash.. what's up with you and Connie...? Yall gon date.. or-"

"(Y/n)!"

"My bad.. my bad.. I just wanted to know"

The party was a bit lively, more than anything since this is a longer weekend. So everyone was happy.. including you because they were playing your favs. So of course your body started to move again. That skirt of yours being a paid actress in helping you look more hot. Though, what you did not expect was someone coming up behind you...

Now that's nasty..

You whipped your head around about to give them an earful... though... you saw that smexy... face and you looked kinda shocked...

"Oh..." you choked out before turning your head again.. Eren's evil little smirk had caught you off guard. It boosted his confidence even more that you didn't feel the need to even move away from him. His hands slithering onto your full hips.

Man, he was really risking everything this time... considering your father is.. Levi...

This however was thrown out of the window because of the fact that you could feel Eren's... crotch against that thick form of yours. That little smirk on your face only widening as you started to gently rub against him, your back bending over somewhat.

His long brown hair then started to ever so gently fall in front of his face as his greenish eyes stared hard into your body. That harsh little grip on your waist made you feel all different types of high. Gawd.

"You like that huh...? I know.." your cute, but seductive voice made Eren chuckle just a tad. It causing you to almost choke on those words.. This man didn't need to TRY to be hot... he was already smexy.

His hands then started to travel up your body to your arms and he gently pulled you up towards him, your back against his scrumptious chest. All you could do was open your mouth a bit, quite surprised that he wanted to be this close with you.

"Eren... You a lil close... you needa tell me sum?"

The way you spoke, the way you carried yourself... it was new to Eren when he first met you.. but he got used to it real quick and he noticed he wanted something he never knew existed.. and that was you.

"Can't tell you here... but I can tell you in the bedroom..." Eren purred out, his voice smooth as a babies skin, smooth as butter. It caused you to tingle, the female between your legs wanting that more than anything.

Biting your glossy lips, the room started to become hotter than it already was. The people who were in the house started to pile out of the main and started to go outside. It was quite cold outside as well, but the party continues.

"Where the hell is (Y/n)..." Jean spoke to himself as he watched Connie and Sasha become drunks in two seconds. It was obvious he himself could not drink since he is the driving parent tonight.. but he now had nothing to do... he's just wondering where... you are..

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

"S-..Shit Eren~..."

The (f/c) nails you had were now digging into Eren's muscular arms as his lips caressed your neck. The seductive kisses making dark marks on your brown, beautiful skin.

Your head being thrown back onto the soft black pillow as your pretty toes curled. Feeling Eren's slender fingers inside of your pussy. His intimidating green eyes watching your every expression, every move. Seeing that your crop top was already rolled up over your pretty chocolate mound breasts that were covered with your bra.

"E-Eren, s-stahp..." choking that out, you could hear the loud rip of your stockings when Eren moved his hand out of them. The wetness of your brown pussy lips being known pretty well when Eren's fingers slid your panties to the side.

"You don't want me to stop... huh...?"

"N-No.."

The electricity shocked through you when you watched Eren stare down into your eyes. Lust and want, all in them as his key necklace dangled in front of your face ever so gently.

His shirt immediately being discarded as he watched your pussy pulse from his fingers being pulled away from it. It was amazing to him how much you wanted him.. it was amazing... it ran something through him...

All you could see was his muscular frame, his hands to match as he easily tore through your bra. Watching the way your breasts fumbled out of the cups. He never seen a black woman's breasts before.. but it couldn't get any better than this though.. is what he thought.

"Daddy~... don't stare at em..." you pouted playfully before licking your glossy lips. Just running your fingers up Eren's arms as you eventually made your way up to his luscious hair. Running your fingers through the locks. Pulling him down ever so gently to finally get that kiss you wanted.

Eren's eyes glowed when he felt your soft lips, the lip gloss giving him this taste of lovely. His lips tasted of some sugar, kinda made you wonder what was in his cup before this.

The wetness of Eren's tongue touching yours as the both of you withered in this naughty, sloppy kiss. Something you both weren't supposed to do.... It was fun, crazy... scary..

"You act all bad outside of the bedroom huh... but you ain't ever have someone touch you..." Eren teased gently, in a whisper against your lips. His hand gripping your chin as he stared at your innocent looking face. Gently spitting all nastily into your mouth and you moaned out seductively. Swallowing it so easily..

"Show daddy you'll be able to take it..."

Eren's cock was so hard in his pants, it being unzipped by him and his underwear was now restricting his release. His eyes staring at your pretty pussy, the wet, pink insides were bright and untouched. Though his pale cock was eager to invade it.

"I-.. I can take it daddy..." your whimpers echoed In Eren's ears as he pushed his underwear down. Your knees being pushed to your chest as you felt Eren's stare. The plaid skirt you had was still on, so you tried to cover your pretty pussy with it.

"Stop... don't hide now.." Eren scoffed out as he gripped under your thighs, the underside of his cock rubbing up and down your wet and gooey pussy.

"Hold your legs... don't move.."

It was so demanding, your pussy clenching already as the wetness dripped down to your other hole. Your pretty, long nails visible to Eren as you held your legs as tightly as you could. Knowing Eren's cock was a monster. You could see it... right between your legs.. right between your brown pussy lips.. the contrast was unbelievable..

"F-Fuck!! Eren~~ ow~" the way your painted toes curled gave Eren a shiver of excitement. Your back arching ever so slightly as your virgin hole was taken away from you. Squeezing tightly around Eren's experienced cock.

"Shh.. it's Ight.. take it babydoll.." Eren's whisper was gentle and sincere as his thumb started to gently rub at your clit. Causing you to swallow your spit, though it spilled out. What also spilled out is your loud whimper. Your legs staying wide open for him as your hand slowly slid up his muscular structure.

"It's .. i-it's so big..."

Hearing these whimpers and words spill from your throat, Eren couldn't help but take his hand and wrap it around your throat. Causing your breath to be taken away oh so suddenly when Eren snapped his hips forward even more.

"Fuck!" Your moan could probably be heard outside as your breasts bounced from the impact. Eren's smirk wide as he felt the tightness of your insides. His necklace going back and forth ever so gently as his pelvis started to clap against you. The feeling was so foreign to you, having someone ram into you like this. But it was Eren... it wasn't just 'someone'..

Your (f/s) scent was powering against Eren's own scent. The feeling of Eren's cock was starting to really take a toll on you..

"A-Ahgh..."

Eren's cock was being enclosed so tightly, you just wet up his Dick so well.. he was starting to become obsessed.. more than he already was.

"Daddy's. little. pussy..." his deep voice echoed in your ears as he started to get a bit faster. Your breasts bouncing even more as Eren made sure that skirt was moved out the way. He wanted to make sure to see everything. His hand squeezing harder at your throat. It was keeping you firm against the bed, like a little fuck doll...

"I-it's your pussy Eren~"

Curling those pretty toes again, you could feel the bubbles in your lower region. The craziest orgasm you've ever experienced... just tip toeing to the tippy top. All you could muster was a pathetic whine. Your eyes watering up behind your long eyelashes.

"I'm-.. I'm cumming..." Your voice was so weak, it sounded like you were passing out almost. Just rolling your eyes back as the bed frame started to hit the wall. Your pussy gushing more than usual as the white cum started to coat Eren's cock a little.

"Shit... yeah~..." Eren growled under his breath, watching you come undone on his pale cock. Your thicker form was just so adorable, looking all bent up. Your locs scattered around ever so softly.

It was like he was fucking a goddess...

Eren was between harsh and soft, his manhandling ways were shown easily by the way he pulled out quickly and turned you over. Your plump ass shaking like jello as his cock easily slipped inside once again.. filling you up for the second time. God you just couldn't wait till you could feel his cum...

"Imma Fuck you till you turn dumb..." Eren spoke harshly as his long fingers gripped at some of your locs. Pulling them and wrapping them around his wrist somewhat. Gaining all control over you and your own body...

He wasn't playing either...

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ Masterlist 2

#black reader #poc reader #smut #lemons #eren x black reader #eren x poc!reader #aot x black reader

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wifekasa · 3 years

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# aot characters when you’re on your period!

jean, armin, eren, levi, mikasa, hange, annie

some of these are modern au and some of them aren’t??

x fem! reader !!!!

jean:

ok so we all know this dude is a SIMP™️

like he always treats you like a princess but this week??? oh boy

literally gets u everything

chocolate, heating pads, meds, tampons, pads etc.

will probably put his hands on ur stomach if that makes u happy

probably gonna use it as an excuse to lie around w u all day

literally ur personal butler

“imma go get some water”

“no let me get it for u”

“dude i can WALK.”

armin:

my sweet angel child

literally so observant it’s almost creepy

like if ur kinda sore or something he’s gonna KNOW

probably knows all the best medicines and techniques and is down to try them

the most knowledgeable out of the dudes fs

y’all r gonna watch disney movies idc

“ we should watch tangled”

“fuck no, the little mermaid is where it’s at.”

probably will read to u

it may be some weird book about astrophysics or some shit but his voice is <calming3

eren:

probably a dick the first time (on accident, bless him he’s trying)

yk the good old “jesus r u on ur period or something”

“yes.”

“....oh shit”

he makes up for it tho

pretty knowledgeable cause of mikasa so he can help u out

doesn’t spoil u as much as jean but he makes an effort

y’all will probably watch movies all day and he’s gonna eat just as much as u or more

if u get weird cravings hes 100% gonna try them with you

“you want pickles and whipped cream..?”

“..yes.”

“aight bet let’s do it.”

levi:

def the most chill about it

probably pretty knowledgeable (idk why i just feel like he’d know)

more touchy then usual

cuddling a lot more and would probably abandon work early to come take care of you (ur THAT special)

pretty sure isayama confirmed he’d be shy around someone he liked (correct me if i’m wrong)

so i feel like if it was a new relationship he’d sorta just be helpful and there

but if it’s older relationship he’s gonna be a lot more touchy and soft

would make sure ur still eating healthy (unlike eren)

probably massage ur tummy if u want

LOTS OF TEA

overall just v chill abt it

mikasa:

we know this women is already PROTECTIVE asf

expect this 100x on ur period

someone bumps into you?

they better run for their lives as u attempt to hold back ur pissed gf

but w you shes like 🥺💗🥰😽💌💞

LOL

if y’all synch she’s gonna put all her energy into helping u and totally neglect herself

“mikasa let me help you”

“sit down >:(.”

she protecc

100% will massage u and get u chocolates

ugh someone get me a gf like this

hange:

ok so we all know hange has a very loud personality

however they would turn that down for u when it’s ~that time~

they excitedly whisper about their day especially if u get headaches cause they’re v considerate <3

WILL SPOIL U

even more then jeanboy

literally you’ll wake up and it’ll look like christmas with the amount of gifts they give u

the gifts r probably kinda odd,, but endearing

long hugs (v gentle incase ur tiddies r sore 😔)

will just HOLD ur boob??

not even in a sexual way

they just

put their hand there??

kinda comforting ngl

levi probably walked in on this

“OI FOUR EYES... oh”

hange is so chill like

“what’s up”

THEY JUST DONT THINK OF IT LIKE THAT

anyways i love them goodbye

annie:

annie my beloved

SO SOFT

the entire week she’s just

<gentle3

puts u in her lap and strokes ur hair

will literally do anything u ask

if SHES on her period??

oh boy

super emotional

“i just can’t believe how lucky i am”

“darling it’s 3am please sleep”

anyways back to u

literally will carry u everywhere (cause she’s super strong like holy fu-)

little thoughtful gifts 🥰

probably gives u a lil note everyday

“make sure u drink water today :)”

it’s that time of the month for me and all i want is a gf to cuddle up w me but nOoO 😔

i’ll probably do a part two w some more characters !! lmk if u wanna see anyone else

#i’m in pain #i hate periods #hange zoe x reader #annie leonhart x reader #levi ackerman x reader #mikasa ackerman x reader #eren jaeger x reader #armin arlet x reader #jean kirschtein x reader #aot x reader #aot imagines #aot fluff #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan #x female reader #tw periods

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gremlin-writes-angst · 3 years

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Touch-starved

Levi Ackerman x GN!reader

This is pretty self-indulgent, Its a Levi x touch-starved reader. Modern AU. Hurt to comfort.

1.8k words

Trigger warning: None, there are no spoilers

Let me know if I missed a trigger or if you spot any spelling mistakes.

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Before you started dating Levi, everyone you knew, including himself warned you. They told you that a relationship with him wouldn't be normal, that it wouldn't fulfill your relationship needs. But you loved him and even though he wasn’t very affectionate you knew that he loved you too. Thought that wasn't clear right now. Currently, you were at the wedding of one of your friends, it was nice, too nice. It made you realize how much different your and Levi's relationships were. The biggest difference was how many other people in relationships touch each other. Before you met Levi you thought you could never be in a relationship without touching, but then you fell for him and learned that he was uncomfortable with touch. Which you respected, but sometimes you wished that you could have a reassuring handhold or a thank you kiss on the cheek, it didn't have to be PDA, just in private. Though you don't want to break your boyfriend’s boundaries. Your feelings only worsen every time someone starts hitting their glasses with silverware, trying to get the new couple to kiss, which they did, it made you jealous. Using this jealousy as the fuel you move your hand from the cup you were holding to Levi’s leg, reassuringly. Though it was quickly shoved off and hanging by the side of your body, you didn't have the motivation to move it. You repeat to yourself that he loves you, you try and remember the sweet moments in your relationship but none are coming up. You never ignited to yourself but you were touch starved, even before meeting Levi. You don't know how long you sat there, your body limp, your brain is overthinking. Half of your brain is trying to convince you that he does love you, while the other half was telling you that you deserved more from him. You were broken from your limp body and crazy thoughts from the clinking of glass and silverware and then cheering after the couple’s kiss. You watched as they kiss and hold on to another’s hand while sitting down, it hurt, you felt hatred inside you. You abruptly stood up and walked toward the doors, you couldn't leave, but you could at least get some fresh air. That was your plan anyway, but as soon as you got outside and out of sight of everyone, you broke down, it just so much. You had the boyfriend but you didn't have the kisses, hand-holding, cuddles that you thought were a part of a relationship. For god’s sake, your love language was physical touch you should have known that a relationship with Levi would fail.

"What's wrong brat?"

Levi turned the corner, and though his words were rude his voice was softer than normal. You breathed in trying to calm and hide your breakdown but Levi was pretty good at seeing through you. He ruffled your hair, that’s right he does give physical affection but pat or ruffling off your hair was the most, and he did that to everyone, it wasn’t the special relationship touches you wanted, you weren’t special. Your boyfriend slid down to the ground with you

“Why are you out here, sitting on the dirty ground?”

As much as you hated the absence of physical touch in your relationship, you couldn’t tell him that, he had his boundaries and you’re supposed to respect that, so you held off on telling him.

“I don’t know I just wanted some air.”

You lied, and he saw through it.

“Why did you want fresh air?”

You were really tiring to hold back your thoughts and opinions of his boundaries but it had been building up for the past six months, and so it all came spilling out.

“Because I feel unloved. I mean I know you love me but you never physically express it. I feel like your repulsed by the idea of me and my body, I can’t even hold your hand. You just shove me away, and I just feel disgusting a guilty for even trying because I know you have boundaries and that I was warned that this would happen but I thought that I could handle it, but I can’t. I’m touch starved and the one person I feel comfortable enough to help me, to cuddle me, to love me, doesn’t want to, or they cant. And it makes me feel so guilty for feeling that way, and that just adds to the terrible feeling inside. I don’t think I can deal with it anymore, I thought that my love for you would fill that hole, the one missing physical touch, but the love just made it worse because I love you too much to break your boundaries. And-and, I think it would be better for my heart if we stopped. If if we we stopped our relationship.”

You were so emotional that you were stuttering some words, the tears that you stopped when Levi showed up had come back even worse. Sometime during your speech you stood up, Levi stayed on the ground leaning against the building, and at the end of your declaration, you speed-walked into the building and the restroom. You whipped your tears as well as you could. Walking out of the restroom you headed to the bar, you didn’t know what you were gonna order, you just knew you were going to need it. You reached the bar and tried to stutter out an order but you couldn’t name a drink and the bartender moved onto someone else. Dissociated you walked back to your seat, and once again the sound that backend the couple to kiss was being made. You sat in your chair dissociating for a while, the only thing you processed was the sound of silverware tapping glass that happened every so often, and that the chair next to you was still empty. He probably took the offer to leave you and this relationship, and even though you encouraged it, you still weren’t ready for it. You rested your elbows on the table and then your head in your hands. You started to cry again for so many reasons, realizing that you lost the few head pats and hair ruffling he would give you, realizing that you would probably be more touch starved now. Suddenly there was a weight on your back, and arms wrapped around your neck loosely like a hug. You didn’t have the energy to shove off whoever was responsible so you tried your best with words, feeling more anger than sadness all of the sudden.

“Whoever is touching me, stop.”

The arms and weight stayed, and that small bit of anger changed back to sadness

“Just please, I can’t right now, please sto-”

Before you could finish your plea the person behind you spoke up

“It’s me”

Levi, his voice was softer than you ever heard, and you weren’t sure if you could believe it, both because of the voice and the hug he was giving you.

“Why?”

“I don’t want to lose you, can we talk outside?”

You nodded your head, then you felt him remove himself from you, you stood up and to your surprise, he grabbed your hand, you couldn’t tell if he was holding you in a possessive way, a caring way, or a loving way. What you did know was that it was tight and desperate. When you reached outside, your hand was still in his, his other hand was trapping you between him and the wall.

“I think you miss understand my boundaries, along with how much you matter to me.”

You still weren’t sure if he was just finalizing the break-up or trying to stop it from happening, you stayed silent to find out.

“I don’t like being touched, I don’t have a reason it just how I’ve been for a while, but I’m okay with touching others, it gives me control, the ability to stop if I’m uncomfortable without having to ask, if you want more physical contact I don’t mind giving you what you need, just let me be in control.”

It made some senses, but you wondered why he hadn’t been affectionate with you before if that was the case, so you question him

“Why haven’t you then, why haven’t you touched me, or held my hand.”

“ I wasn’t ready, and when I was I was, honestly scared.”

“Why?”

“As I said, I don’t know, I never really understand my emotions or where they come from. But I’m not scared now, I want to make you happy, I don’t want to be selfish anymore.”

You let out a breath that you were holding, finally allowing yourself to relax.

“ I don’t think you were selfish, and I’m sorry that I pushed you this far, and I don’t want to break up, I just wanted the pain to stop.”

Levi removed his hand from the wall and moved it behind your back pulling you into him.

“I am selfish but you need to stand up for yourself more, brat.”

It was relieving to hear him call you that, it was like his way of saying that he loved you, that he would stay with you. It was his way of saying that he would be with you even if it was hard and that all you needed.

A few weeks later and you can’t even remember what being touched starved felt like. You didn’t expect Levi to be so clingy, he’s almost always touching you. At night he’s your big spoon, when he’s working he makes you sit on his lap, in public he either holds your hand or wraps his arm around your back or shoulder. There have been multiple occasions where he’ll whine, or as close as he can get to whining, for you to sit on his lap while he works

“Come here.”

“Baby I’m just as busy as you.”

“And, I said to come here, we can share the desk if you need to, just come here.”

You walk into his office just bringing him a cup of tea, but he pulls you into his lap before you can leave or protest.

“Thank you for the tea.”

“Are you going to let me go?”

“Of course not, you should know that by now.”

“Your right, I love you”

“ I love you too brat”

Of course, there are moments when you feel the need for his comforting touch but he feels uncomfortable, so you two compromised. Whenever this happens, he’ll allow you to play with the buttons on his shirt cuff, or put your hand in his jacket pocket. He feels guilty that he cant always give you the support you want, but you make sure to ensure him that he’s been doing more than enough.

#aot #no spoilers #levi akerman #levi x y/n #levi x reader #levi angst #levi comfort #aot modern au

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songbirdsingingthings · 3 years

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Pocket Watch - Levi Ackerman x Reader

A/N: I forgot to mention this! You are Erwin’s sister in this, but that doesn’t have to mean you are his biological sister! Feel free to interpret this fic in any way that you would like <3

WARNINGS: Angst, swearing, S3 spoilers, ends in fluff

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Hajime Isayama

AOT Masterlist - Main Masterlist

Word Count: 1.5K

It was dark outside, and it was pouring rain too. Even through the thick layer of glass that served as a window, you could hear the wind whipping with the storm and smattering the raindrops against the buildings. On the inside, where you were currently, was quite the contrast though. There was not a sound to be heard inside your quarters. The fire that once crackled in the brick laid fireplace had long since burned out and you hadn’t moved from your spot on the couch - your eyes still trained on the charred wood that once harbored a flame. You hadn’t bothered to check the little pocket watch that had been shoved into your pocket earlier that day - you were quite sure that it would tell you it was far past your bedtime, but you just couldn’t bear to see the familiar golden thing.

First it was your father’s, but then he was killed, so it was passed onto your older brother. Erwin. He held it and kept it close to him with pride every day since then, making note to polish it on a regular basis so that its glint always shone strongly. Now it was covered in his blood. It was probably dry now, possibly even caked to the little clasp so that it couldn’t open properly anymore. You couldn’t bring yourself to wash it off. You refused to even touch it. That moment when you saw the new cadet, you think his name was Floch, bring him upon that disheveled roof caused you to go silent. Your movements ceased as you watched your brother take labored breaths… dying. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the young members of the 104th division, Mikasa Ackerman and Eren Yeager, take a sharp inhale as they held their own dying friend. It was clear to anyone, that when the man holding the syringe that would grant life paused, an internal battle started to wage war in his mind. You don’t remember much - it was as if you were in a comatose state. All you know was that Erwin, your now dying big brother, reached into his breast pocket with what strength he had left, and shoved his little watch into your own. After that… a blur.

A quiet knock sounded on that measly wooden door that separated your office and adjoining bedroom from the rest of the building. You remain quiet. If they truly needed something, and were composed enough to talk to the girl who’s older brother just died, then they would come in without asking questions anyways. And that they did. The door creaked a bit and more light filtered into your office space through the opening, but went away just as quickly as it was closed. Footsteps made their way over to you and the person’s shadow was soon cast over you.

“Have you moved at all?” The voice was smooth and sullen. They knew the answer to the question as soon as they asked, you figured, but nonetheless it was spoken. As much as you thought you could answer, no words were able to be formed, much less a simple squeak. You simply opted to shake your head. With a sigh, they sat down next to you.“Have you eaten?” Another shake of the head. “Bathed?” You began to feel that your head would be moving like this forever if they kept asking you these questions. There was a beat of silence that passed through the two of you before they cupped your chin with their hand, rather roughly you might add, and wrenched your head so that it was looking at theirs. As soon as your Y/E/C eyes met his silver irises, you felt your body begin to thaw a little. Levi.

“My pocket,” you murmur, earning a confused expression from him.

“What about your pocket,” he says simply, his voice as gruff as ever. You come to the conclusion that he wasn’t going to bend to your wants, so you shakily reach your hand and grab Erwin’s pocket watch and drop it into Levi’s hands. Much to your surprise, he doesn’t recoil as the blood-caked watch meets his skin. Instead, he looks at it and then back up to you.

“Please take it.” Levi is quick to refuse.

“No. It’s yours, he gave it to you.”

“He would hate for it to be dirty, and we both know that you have a knack for cleanliness,” you quip, no humor present in your eyes. Levi huffs and takes out a little handkerchief and begins to gently rub away the dried blood.

“I’m sorry,” he says softly. You stay still but your eyes go back to the charred log of wood.

“Levi,” you start but he is quick to interrupt.

“Y/N, I’m the one who killed him and now you’re giving me his prized possession. That makes me feel like an asshole.” He says, scowling to himself. As blunt as his words were, you knew he was hurting. Hurting like he was when his old friends were killed.

“You’re an asshole but not for what happened.” You say. “I… I don’t remember what he said.” You feel your eyes begin to well with tears. Why couldn’t you have cracked in private? Why did he have to be here?

“You mean before he…” Levi started, earning a nod from you. He didn’t know what Erwin had said either, letting silence grace the room.

“What happens when I forget?” You confess shakily, finally letting your eyes meet his again. Levi stops his movements and lets the pocket watch rest on the handkerchief, carefully placing it on the low coffee table in front of the two of you. “What happens when I forget what his face looked like, or what his voice used to sound like.” The tears finally broke from their prison and began to rush down your cheeks. Wordlessly, Levi brought you into his arms. Your cries became vocal now as you let everything out. No longer were you just the shell of yourself - no, you were now revealing it all to Levi. Your head fell onto his strong shoulder as your hands grasped onto his shirt, sobbing.

He could hear his heart break. Of course he was absolutely devastated at seeing Erwin, one of his closest confidants and last remaining friends meet his end, but to see you like this was a strike to his soul. You were like sunshine on a rainy day, as cliche as that might sound - always there to brighten his spirits on gruelling days when he was annoyed with everyone else. Now it seemed like you were one of those gray clouds up in the sky, void of the cheer you used to possess. He held you tighter and laid his chin on the top of your head. Levi felt his shoulder begin to grow damp but he didn’t care. Nor did he mind the fact that your dirt and mud stained hands were grabbing onto his pristine and newly laundered white shirt, surely making it dirty once more. Your cries began to die down a bit, now just shaky whimpers escaping your mouth. He presses a soft kiss onto your hair and moves his hands so that they’re cradling you.

“I’m gonna lift you up, ‘kay?” He mumbles. He feels your nods against his chest and stands, walking you over to your bedroom. You’re just sniffling now as he sets you down on your bed and starts to rummage through your clothing drawer, throwing you a new set of sleepwear along with a pair of clean panties. Much to your better judgement and current state of grief, you bark out a laugh. Levi turns around slowly, his eyes narrowed, thinking you’ve gone mad now. You raise your hands up in defense and shake your head, a small smile crossing your face.

“I’m sorry, it’s just… he would be fucking furious if he knew you were touching my panties.” You couldn’t help it now, you were snickering as you grabbed the fresh set of clothes. He gives you a deadpanned look, sighs, and walks out of your room.

“Just change, you brat.” He says, clearly tired. You slowly peel your uniform off of your body and let it pool on the floor. Stepping into the clean clothes slowly, you exhale and slump onto the bed and close your eyes.

“Okay,” you call softly. You see Levi step back in and make his way over to the side of your bed. He looks down at you, an unknown emotion swimming in his eyes.

“When the nightmares start, just knock. Doesn’t matter what time.” He says simply.

“How do you know they’ll start?” You inquire.

“They always do.” He murmurs, closing his eyes for a second. An unspoken agreement becomes solidified between the two of you as you hold his gaze. He gives you a nod before he leans down and gives you a soft kiss to your forehead.

“And what about this?” You ask, motioning between the two of you. Levi’s face remains neutral as he steps away.

“A conversation for another day.” You see his figure walk out of your room and into the office space.

“You keep that safe,” you say, regarding the pocket watch, “and clean.”

“Go to sleep, brat.” Levi calls back.

Just like Levi had predicted the nightmares did come, and didn’t stop for weeks on end. Both you and him had them about Erwin, and both you and him knocked on each other's doors when they came. But, whenever it happened, Levi pulled out the pocket watch so that you and him could listen to the faint ticking, letting you know that he would be with you, always. Although, he might not be as fond to know that you were all wrapped up in the captain’s arms.

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dreamkidddream · 3 years

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Can you do scenario 9 with Leviathan pretty please and thank you

Yes I can and you’re welcome! I love him and this scenario made me love him even more 🥺💜 Reader is gender neutral!

Prompt Scenario: “Person A loving when Person B strokes their hair. Literally loving it. Person A could be having a conversation and stop talking just to grin because Person B touched their hair.” With Leviathan

“Scummy Mammon! Give it back!”

“I already told ya, I don’t have it! They bought it off me already!”

“You scummy older brother! I know you’re lying, now give it back!”

Another day, another argument in the House of Lamentation. If it wasn’t Mammon and Asmo, it was Mammon and Levi, who was starting to become more than a regular occurrence. Walking down the stairs, you could hear Mammon promising to replace it and Levi refusing to hear it. When you got closer, you could see Levi’s tail whipping in frustration.

Wait, tail?

Now if it were your first day here or you were still fairly new, you would’ve panicked and ran to get Lucifer, but after months of being here, you were barely phased by it now. Especially since you had a secret weapon.

“You always do this! Stealing things that doesn’t belong to you, just like you always try to steal-”

“MC, what are ya doing?!”

Mammon shouted at you and started to head your way. He was the main one who knew just how angry Levi can get and how unpredictable he can be when he loses control. You snuck up behind Levi, who was fully in his demon form and still fuming, and did one thing that no one was expecting and caused Mammon to shriek.

You started to stroke his hair.

Levi started to turn around, getting ready to yell at you next to not get involved when he felt your fingers gingerly stroke his hair. He froze, then he let out his cute goofy little laugh and pretty much melted back into your hand. The saying, “putty in your hands” have never rang so true. Gently massaging his hair and lightly grazing his scalp, he continued to slowly relax, and if you listen closely, you could even hear him purr (or hiss softly, either way it was perfect to hear).

“Levi?”

“Hm?”, he was too dazed to even pay attention to what was going on. The only thing he was focused on was the way your hands made all of his worries fade away. Perfect.

“Why don’t we go watch some TSL? I haven’t been spending enough time with you, and this would be the best way to make up for it, right?”, you slowly moved your hands away, and his head chasing right after them (Ugh, no one told him to be this cute damn it!).

“Hm...sure. W-we can.”, he tried to cover his face but even he couldn’t hide his dopey grin.

“Oi, MC! What the hell-”

You glared at him, signaling at him to zip it immediately, or else. Levi snapped his head towards him, getting ready to threaten summoning Lotan, when you began to run your hands through his hair again, effectively stopping his train of thought.

“Let’s go Levi! We have a whole marathon to start!”, and you went to grab his hand, when he surprisingly beat you to it. He was nervous you could tell, you could feel his palm was sweaty and how he was slightly shaking, but he overcame it and laced your fingers together.

Mammon was forever scarred and curious about this entire thing. How you were able to charm the resident otaku who claimed to hate anything social and ran away from physical contact to becoming a whining oozing puddle on the floor was both amusing and terrifying.

“MC?”, his voice came out so small, but now that you two were alone, he felt brave enough to speak. “Can-can we do th-this again?”

“Well I was planning too anyway, but yeah, we can. It’s our thing. I only do it for you.”

“And no one else?”

“No one else, not even Mammon.”

Well if that didn’t put some pep to his step you don’t know what did. He ended up taking the lead, dragging you up the stairs while mindlessly chatting about one of his favorite TSL scenes. Seeing a childish glow on him instead of that nasty scowl made you feel warm inside. And while it would be hard for him to admit it, just having you by his side made him feel the same too.

One day, he’ll work up the courage to be more than just friends, but he was fine with you being his Henry for now.

#obey me x reader #obey me reader insert #obey me levi #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me leviathan #obey me levi x reader #obey me levi x mc #obey me leviathan x reader #obey me leviathan x mc #dream’s 100 + 200 followers prompt special 💙

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beelspillowpet · 3 years

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HCs for the mc being turned into a maga and/or HCs for a Naga!Levi??

Leviathan as a Naga?! That’s like... monster Levi! I looove it!!! I hope you don’t mind this format, I’ve bene having a bit of a writer bug lately~

What sparks that interest is the clear discomfort and annoyance displayed by Leviathan when going to the private beach that Lord Diavolo owns. He clearly doesn’t want to be there, and given his lifestyle, you could sort of understand why. Not that it was healthy.

He spends most of his time hiding under the parasol, playing a handheld console game and refusing to touch the water. Meanwhile the others are playing in the water. You spot Mammon splashing Satan with some water and turn your head moments before chaos can erupt. You wanted no parts.

You walk over to Leviathan, who is curled up on himself. He couldn’t seem more uncomfortable if he tried. you felt bad; not a single person on this beach was paying him any attention.

“Leviathan?” You frowned. “Is something the matter? You should be having fun with us. It’s not often we come to Lord Diavolo’s private beach, after all.”

Levi huffed, clearly a bit flustered. Why were you bothering him? Right- you probably weren’t aware. He keeps an aquarium in his room for Henry and his jellyfish, but he seldom gets in the water himself.

You pry into him about it, asking him to come help you learn to swim. You actually didn’t- know how to swim- or maybe you did? He wouldn’t have known. Regardless, you put up a fight about it, telling him you didn’t trust anyone else with this task.

It seemed understandable as it was. He is Grand Admiral of The Hell's Navy, after all. “More importantly,” you coo, “The Lord of Shadows never turns down his dearest Henry when he has a request!”

Leviathan’s head whipped around so fast it nearly snapped off his neck. Ooh, that always seemed to do the trick. It was like bribing a baby with candy. Or.... Beel with candy, anyway.

He sprung into action, getting up from where he sat. But then he paused again, almost as if he remembered why he didn’t want to get in the water in the first place. “MC,” he stammers out. “W-when I get in the water... I-I, u-uhm...”

You raise an eyebrow. It’s not unlike him to be so shy, but he seemed different. You couldn’t quite put our finger on it, but you waited patiently for him to finish. “I don’t look like this,” he waves a hand over himself. “I look like... a sea serpent.”

Your eyes shine, almost blindingly bright for Leviathan. “That’s fine by me! It sounds cool!!” With that, you drag him off, and he clumsily stumbles along behind you. You were more than excited about seeing this new form. Finally! All it took was one trip to the beach.

While in the water, Leviathan watched for you. He was a few yards deep, far enough where when he transforms, he would be out of the way of everyone. He takes a deep breath before diving under, and is not seen again for nearly half a minute.

What emerges is a massive tail, decorated with golden and deep blue scales that shun with the water droplets. What came after was a mop of blue hair, a slightly darker hue. There were fins where his ears used to be, and his skin was now a grayish blue hue. There were gills resting on both sides of his neck, and he wheezed as the light from the moon pierced his vision.

It had clearly been a long time since he took this form, because instinct took over and he roared. It was more like a loud, choked shriek, but it echoed. The water, and even the sand rippled and shook with his cry. Leviathan was definitely still in there, because immediately after doing this, he covered his mouth and hunched down slowly.

His body flattened into the water and he hummed, waiting for you to react. You merely stood there, admiring his form. He was enormous. Bigger than a cruise ship, and still bigger. Slowly, you walked up to his massive form. His head rested on the shore of the beach, and his eyes were snake-like.

Slowly, you put your hand on his nose, which is much flatter now in this form. He shudders at the touch, the flesh that isn’t covered in scales must be sensitive. It occurs to you he must not be able to speak, because instead of saying anything, he shuts his eyes and tries his best to lean into the touch.

His tail comes above water and he hums, almost purrs against your touch, no matter how small. He’s much more honest in this form, it seems. one of his hands, (which are webbed you now realize) comes above water and he places it, palm up, on the beach.

Taking the hint, you step on to his palm and he raises you up and carefully places you at the crown of his head. His movement is slow, as he turns to the ocean and swims deeper, enough so that everything is engulfed from his nose down.

So much for swimming, you thought. But this was much better than swimming for you, anyways.

#om!#obey me #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #obey me leviathan #obey me mc #obey me mc x leviathan #obey me headcanons #naga!levi

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ticklygiggles · 3 years

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Obey Me! N$FW Headcanons!

Written with @otomiya-tickles

Oh goodness, sweet Ginny and I are way too invested on these boys! We've been talking about the Obey Me boys' virginity and masturbating likings, and we decided to post these bunch of naughty hc’s. We hope you enjoy them~

Diavolo

We think this sweet looking guy has fucked at least once (don’t let him fool you, he’s fucked more than that)

We also think it can be because he was feeling horny and wanted to satisfy his needs or because he wanted something in return

When it comes to masturbating - he’s a shameless one

He’d go to the bathroom before a meeting or in the middle of the day to jerk off!

Goes back fresh as a lettuce, uf

One of Diavolo's fantasies is having someone looking at him while he masturbates!

He also has very sensitive nipples, you can’t change our minds

We think that when it comes to sex, Diavolo wouldn’t enjoy it as much if he’s not doing it with someone he loves

He’d just do it for some regular sexual thrill, but nothing too exciting

All for the dick, lololololol

Lucifer

Oh goodness, we think he wouldn’t be that interested about sex, but he’s up to do it if he feels the need!

We dare to say that he’d try to please Diavolo if he’s asked to, just like in our tickle hc’s!

L: “Fine. *sigh* if you must… Can I refuse?” D: “Noooo!!!” L: “Alright,, but make it quick” D: “I will, I will!!!”

Something like that, lolololololol

But sometimes when he sees how happy the other person gets he might smile a little (which is just too charming), or when he makes the other person feel real good

He will have a satisfied smirk

We think he’d be the pickiest little shit out there when it comes to choose a sex partner

He just won’t have sex with anyone! It doesn’t matter if they’re the most beautiful being alive, if there’s something he doesn’t like, then he won’t have sex with them!

Unlike Simeon, he’s not that flirty and doesn’t tease much, but of course he’d be so hard to get!

Both in ship and non-ship case, we think he’ll help Diavolo fulfill his sexual needs, but other than that he seems a very hard one to lay a hand on!

We thiiink Diavolo would make him watch while he masturbates, huhu

And Diavolo would be like “Touch my nipples?” and of course, Lucifer can’t deny him

We also think that since the MC manages to win him over, he just has the sexual hots for them!

We think Lucifer wouldn’t be horny for celestial beings since he wants nothing to do with heavenly things!

He knows and acknowledges angels are attractive but somehow horny is just not in his book

Unless with the one he really likes then he can be a beast xD

Omg, Lucifer banned the word Sex in the House of Lamentation, hahaha!

He really doesn’t like his brothers talking about sex. He’s just not interested in their sexual lives!

The horny bunch got their own chat room to talk about their nasty sex xD

Be it Mammon or Asmo talking about it (they both do it a lot) or they making remarks about Levi jerking off to things (Levi is flustered)

Those kinds of talks are not appreciated by almighty Lucifer

Asmodeus

Of course you won’t expect the Avatar of Lust to be a virgin, right? Because he is not!

He’d have sex with anyone attractive and that wants to have sex with him!

He’s also on the top of the masturbation list

Kinky bastard

Oh goodness, we think Asmo and Mammon have horny competitions like “how many times can you cum in one night?” or “how many times can you make your partner cum in one night?”

Actually these competitions were one of the reason talking about sex is banned in the House of Lamentation

Lucifer was like “Enough, you nasty pigs!” With that offended expression (you should know which one): wide eyes, a little gasp, a hand against his chest, yes. He’s pissed

Beelzebub

We think Beel is too busy with his food to notice that he has sexual needs

… Unless he’s making out with his S/O, then he realizes how needy he is!

He also likes to use his mouth! Be it nibbling, sucking, biting, licking, just everything!

He will eat the other person and make teasy remarks that they taste good!

He’s not necessarily kinky, but anything that includes food is a bonus for him!

Like whipped cream on his partner’s body or flavour oils!

We think Beel would come up to his s/o with his happy smile holding up a new flavour oil like “I got this. Let’s use it tonight!”

We also think he’d be so good at kissing (and blowjobs) because he uses his tongue a lot!

He’s an expert with his mouth. Just him kissing and sucking a neck can make a person weak already!

Barbatos

He’s also fucked before, so no Royal Virgins

We think he’s so into blowjobs and handjobs (mostly receiving)

He hardly ever jerked himself off, he will let others do it, omg!

He’s also so kinky: humiliating his partner, spanking, bondage, he’s up to everything

He's pretty resilient tho, like he can do a lot without getting hard yet hahaha!

Simeon

We have no shame. Where’s the fun if our hot angel is not in these hc’s?

We think Simeon is the candy everyone would want but can’t get!

Honestly, this man doesn’t need to be naked to turn people on!

He’s sexy and hot and hard to get, so he might please others sometimes

He doesn’t get touched or fucked easily because he’s definitely “keeping himself” for the person he loves!

He’ll give someone a handjob, but then the other person wants to do something back to him and he’s like “Naaaah” *graciously leaves*

We think he wouldn’t use his mouth on someone else, though, so he’d be like “Hmm? I can give you a hand job”, while he does a very dirty move with his hand, ay

He’s also extremely skilled at it! Like??? How?!

He’s also a tease!

He’d say things like “oh goodness, you’re so wet. Does it feel that good~?”

And it’s so frustrating because he doesn’t get hard! Only for the person he loves, fufu

Leviathan

It’s a dirty Otaku, no kidding LOL

We think he fantasizes, watches (you know what) and jerks off a lot

However, when it comes down to it he's shy and awkward

Definitely knows how to touch himself, but having someone touching him and/or touching someone???

Levi. exe has stopped working

He’s super subby and likes being told what to do, but he’s also cute and clumsy!

We think Levi is into many nasty things lolololol

As a dirty otaku he's seen a lot of things including the kinky shit: bondage SM/ tentacle sex (lolllll) so not really vanilla x'D he's just shy to ask or suggest anything

But he does get super hard whenever someone is dominant over him

He's definitely curious about all things he's seen, but he's way way too shy!

We think he probably just sends screenshots of the things he'd like to do and his partner is like "you want that? We can do it~"

We also think that he's jerked off so much and he knows how to please himself so well that it's a bit hard for him to come!

Like he needs a lot of pleasure and build up and other turn ons (like the kinky shit), and lots of verbal teasing to get him over the edge

Levi just needs a lot of stimulation, even though he is a virgin!

We also think he apologizes so much during sex! He’d be apologizing through all his moans and cries sdnjdsg

Like he will apologize if he doesnt come and then when he does come all over the other person he will apologize too haha

He's kinda into edging/denial? Like it takes a lot of time to make him cum, so it'd frustrate him so much if they stop when he's finally so close!

And he loves it when the other punishes him, like he doesn't necessarily act like a brat or something to be punished but he gets it on him anyway and when he does,it’s such a turn on for him haha!

He'd probably like to be spanked, but nothing too intense because he's baby

Levi usually talks SO much, so we think his dom can often tease him with that! Like “where are your big talks now~?”

To which Levi makes very courageous remarks like "don't touch me, normie" between moans and broken voice and his partner just "*spank* how did you call me?”

We think the whole concept of sex just changes him into this cute shy boy who's only had much experience with porn and fantasies

So he goes from the HOOOOOH loud Levi to just cute mewls, moans and apologies hahaha

We also think that he’d get ticklish when touched for the first tiiime, he’s so nervous and jumpy! Imagine him letting out this moany surprised giggles asjnd

He's also so ripped! He'd get flustered if you comment about his muscles!

His partner could be like "look how good your body is even if you're just an otaku staying inside all day long" and Levi is like "so meeaaan!!" All teary but his cock’s jumping skdjnff

While we do think Levi takes long to cum, he DOEs get hard pretty fast hahahaha

like maybe even when he's not fully undressed yet the bulge will already be visible!

We love cute kinky submissive dirty otaku boy >:)

Solomon

He’s kinky, HAHA

A top tease! Like 24/7 smug and teasy and he will make the receiver beg and ask for it and play dumb like "What do you want? You'll have to be specific."

He’s also very hard to please!

Like even to get him hard it’s hard xD he's enjoying his time with his s/o, but he's skdkf not hard!!

He can endure a lot without getting horny but he just loves to watch a person get weak under his touch

We think even when he's on the receiving end, he gets all teasy and constantly challenges the other, like “is that all you got? 8-) You gotta try harder~”

We also think he can control himself a lot! Like he can hold his orgasms for quite a long time and be like "I’m not even close~"

He rarely jerks off because he's not that entertained by it, he just needs someone to tease and make crazy haha

We love the idea of almighty Solomon getting overpowered by an even higher top!

We don't think he will ever 'break completely' and beg or do anything uncool but he'll definitely have less of an attitude once taken good care of

He’d be like "o-okay that's... That's enough" and his partner all like "huh? We're just starting, Solomon, so keep yourself together" while he blushes a lot!

He sounds so hot when he moans and gasps! His voice is a hidden treasure!

And once he finally DOES reach his orgasm his entire body gets sooo sensitive!

He'd be a whiny mess if his partner brushes their fingertips or nails against his skin!

He'd squirm so much and maybe let out a whiny giggle????

Belphegor

Belphie can be both genuine and teasy at the same time like "Does it feel good?"

He often needs confirmation and he often says things like "I'm inexperienced" or "I'm not sure how to do this" but he tries his best anyway

And besides saying things like "I'm inexperienced, I'm not sure what to dooo" he might say things like "Beel probably knows what to do." and he adorably tends to mention beel and the receiver will have to be like x3 omg no belphie you're doing fine

He'd be a little lazy to please his partner xD like he tries his best, but after he's like "I'm tired" and he wants to be taken care of!

He tends to get overwhelmed pretty fast by pleasure so he might ask the other to stop even when his body doesn't want it to stop but he's just like PSPHHgailugigh

He probably comes too fast the first times he has sex with his partner! He maybe just cums when they play with his nipples because he’s that sensitive!

He is so sensitive and his moans are so cute and whiny

We think he might be sore the next day xD he will complain a lot about being sore and tired haha

His body also gets tired fast during any intercourse, even though he does feel good and enjoys it, he will whine and whimper about it haha

He’d like to find little hickeys on his neck, chest or thighs the next day too!

He’s also very sensitive to neck kisses, probably enough to already stimulate him sexually since he’s so sensitive!

His little moans would be the cutest! And if he gets to make the other party feel good, he will show his precious smile!

Satan

We think Satan wouldn't be too interested in sex, (he spends his time trying to be better than Lucifer skdndnd)

BUT we also think that he reads erotic books every once in a while and like those book don't necessarily turn him on per say, but make him feel blushy and a bit giddy about having someone to enjoy sexy times with!

He'd be quite knowledgeable and a bit shy like “I read that this feels good, may I?” He is not like super horny but he likes to experiment a bit and is just so sweet 😍👏🏻

He's got skills to make his partner feel good, but he'd be so, so blushy and would feel flustered if his partner compliments him about how good he is!

ALSO! Someone should not mention Lucifer in any competitive matter because that might activate his hidden beast

When he's receiving, he tries to hold himself back so much! Like his moans and any noises!

He just wants to hide how sensitive he really is!

His s/o would be a little pouty like "are you not liking it?" and he just adorably nods but he keeps controlling himself as much as possible hehe

And sometimes a cute little moan escapes and he blushes so much omg

Also he has super sensitive nipples, if he gets touched there he'd be arching his back so much and would cover his mouth with one of his hands to hold back his sounds and would grip the sheets with his free hand!! He'd be all beggy like "please don't touch me there~" while his hips circle and thrust because it feels so good!

We think bondage will work really good on him since he tends to squirm a lot and cover up. He’s so helpless if he can’t!

He'd be pulling at his restrains and biting his lip so hard and begging for his s/o to let him go (even though he can escape on his own), and they're just teasing him

He’d also get extra sensitive if he’s being edged, like everytime they deny him his release, he'd just feel more and more sensitive and eventually won't be able to stop his sounds!

Satan begs a lot and he whines adorably but he’ll never say a safe word or give up

Satan being like this makes us want to wreck him!

We think he'd get a bit turned on if his s/o brush their fingers against his sides and he’d be so shy if he lets out a little giggle here and there!

"don't- don't tihihickle me right nohohow!" And his cock is shaking dkdnf

He’s also the type to get ticklish and super sensitive everywhere especially after an orgasm

And his giggles and moans are so cuuute and he sounds tired and whiny and he shakes his head adorably omg

His cheeks super red babyyyyyy

Mammon (tumblr didn't let me upload a pic, wtf?)

He’s a beast! Will have no mercy, so brace yourself!

To be fair, he’s really good in sex, so he loves praises! Compliments stimulate him. He needs to hear how good he is!

What can you expect from the Avatar of Greed, right?

He’s the typical guy to run after his dick, lololol! He’s all about money and sex!

We think he gets horny and hard in the most uncomfortable moments. He gets so many boners a day wtf

Even his brothers just stare awkwardly at his crotch… “wait… are you hard? o_O”

We also think he loves receiving blowjobs and he loooves to hold his partner by their hair!

He’s a passionate mouth fucker

He probably feels a bit vulnerable when people touch him elsewhere like, he just wants the attention for his dick!

And he might be sensitive somewhere else but he doens't quite like to be touched unless it's his love haha

He's really picky! Like if he's with someone else, then it's just dick attention, but if it's the person he loves, then they'd let him touch him everywhere!

He's a bit less casual about it than Diavolo, but he does jerk off from time to time and people will be able to tell from the look on his face haha

And he doesn't like to be confronted and teased with it, while Diavolo won’t give a shit

However, Asmo would tease him so much just because he knows Mammon hates that!

He’d be like "woah! Did you have a good one, Mammon~?" or “what did you think of mammoonnn?<3”

Also Asmo and maybe even the others might make some remarks like "Ugh, Mammon would jerk off to this"

Probably besides Asmo he might have some arguments with Levi from time to time, like Mammon's a nasty perv normie and Levi the dirty otaku

Levi would probably agree whenever someone's like “ugh Mammon would jerk off to this” or any other remark like “oh, he probably just gonna suck on his own dick!

And mammon will fire back at Levi for being a dirty otaku

We also think that Mammon has walked into Levi's room when he was watching anime porn hahaha

Mammon thinks his own porn is superior and Levi is like "that normie stuff is gross, this is way better" so Mammon ends up watching hentai with Levi xD

Also if people ever need condoms he probably has a good stash. He's really picky, so of course he'd have his stash of condoms! We're not risking anything here hahaha

It’s hard to Dom him, like he’s not super Dom, but he likes to be the possessive one!

He also might have a lot of kink stuff stored but in the end he just doesn't end up using it?

He would like to be kinky but in the end he just has normal sex

He’s also easy to distract! Like he's super horny and has the handcuffs or something else kinky ready, but the other person just can give him a blow job and let him fuck them and then it's done and he's like ohh oh well

He'd also be a bit turned off easily, like, he's still hard and all, but at then he ends up having sex just because, but he's bored, but if he's turned ON he can stay turned on for quite a while haha hes a beast!

Like fuck after fuck even after he comes! He likes it raw and he loves to hear his partner whining so much about how they just came too

He also likes to hear his partner saying just how tired they are and he'd give them this wide, lethal smirk and be like "we're just starting, so put yourself together"

And he's sweating a bit and his cheeks are a bit flushed and his skin just glooowwsss because he's feeling so good!

We also think Mammon is not too loud when having sex, he’s just not a moaner, but he will grunt and huff and occasionally you'll hear this kind of growl that just proves how good it makes him feel

#Obey me #Obey Me!#Obey Me shall we date #Lucifer #Mammon #Leviathan #Satan #Asmodeus #Beelzebub #Belphegor #Simeon #Solomon #Diavolo #n$fw #headcanons #mia's headcanons #Collaborations #Sweet GinnyGinny♥

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obeymeluv · 4 years

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Signs they Love You

Back for my 1 post a week to prove school hasn’t totally killed me! When I get a semester break, I’ll post more often. In the mean time, feel free to leave me chats or PMs for stuff you want to see! :) Something nice and sappy for an okay Saturday

These turned out really long so I only did Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, and Satan. I have to get back to studying :/. Maybe I’ll have part 2 next week?

Lucifer

You wouldn’t be able to notice it because his pride wouldn’t allow you to. One of the brothers (or, to Lucifer’s extreme mortification, Lord Diavolo) would have to tell you

He’s not sure if it’s just the appreciation of you not being as totally chaotic as his brothers or genuine human naivete that has somehow worn off on him, but he loves you

Will be outed by sappy, soft stares that last 2 seconds too long.

Asmo and Satan are the first to notice and he LOATHES that

If he’s tasked with waking you up that morning, his knock will be firm but his voice will be gentle. Almost persuasive or commiserating

If you’re feeling overwhelmed by school workload, he may have a private conference with the teacher and grant you a minor extension. Will you know it was him? No. Is he happy to see you brighten up and refill with hope just a bit? Definitely. Is it worth the teasing from Lord Diavolo? ...Sure.

If he responds to texts in the wee hours of the morning when he’s still pouring over paperwork, he likes you.

Anyone who knows him can see how his eyes soften when someone else talks about you. There’s a fond slowness to his actions, how he glides his hand imperceptibly over his chest as if to feel where that emotion is coming from. Boy is whipped.

Should Lord Diavolo invite him out for a meeting, he will bring you back something small. Something he thought you’d like. Beel is upset. Levi yells “SIMP!” from the second floor and prepares for Armageddon.

Actually reminds you about assignments if you’re not already up on it yourself. Your success is his joy.

Is very keen on if/when you burn the candle too long and has a sixth sense for bad sleeping habits. Will put you on a stricter schedule for your own health

It may take almost all of the brothers to do it (or just help from Diavolo) but if he gets drunk on Demonus you’re getting a whole BOOK about why he likes you. He almost charms your memory away but everyone practically dog-piles on him not to because he needs to deal with his feelings.

You’re the only one he won’t chase out of his study when he’s doing paperwork. He’ll even set up a little fire if you like the fireplace.

How he confesses: tries to take you on a fancy date to Ristorante Six. Does not know that Lord Diavolo and Barbatos know about this (damn time-travelling butler!) and basically crash the date just to encourage him. Just long enough to encourage him.

Kind of an, “So you chose this idea, Lucifer? Admirable! I’m sure your date will be amazing! Enjoy your evening!” as Diavolo walks back to his table.

Does Lucifer deny it? Look and see how red his face is. If you’re really not sure, ask Diavolo. He will gladly yell, “I cannot lie!” across the restaurant.

Mammon

For all his talk, when he really, really decides he likes you, he doesn’t know what to say.

He can console himself with how obvious it is and how you made the best choice, but he has to show it! What to do?

Mammon’s kind of confused about it because he doesn’t really change how he behaves. You didn’t catch on already?! C’mon, human!

What, does he have to spell it out for you? Do an interview with Majolish?

His first tactic is to just be around you. Be subtle, and maybe cuddle a bit more than usual. Things to show he’s kittenish and at your mercy. Comfortable with you.

You don’t seem to be getting the hint so he throws the net a little wider by trying to find things you like or that you’ve been talking about. They mysteriously show up at your door.

It sends the others on a gossip train about who your admire could be and when they list off everyone BUT him, he wants to slam his head on the table.

Feeling tired? Coffee! Backpack heavy? Silly human, the BEST man can help you with that, OBVIOUSLY! Mammon jumps at the chance to do any little thing for you because he cares. His actions always speak louder than words.

Feeling kind of defeated and embarrassed, Mammon will go talk to the flock of crows that meander around the House of Lamentation’s yard when he really needs them.

For the next few days you’re accosted in the nicest way, birds chirping at you and dropping off various shiny things

You collect them, finally showing them to Mammon and he’s embarrassed that his representative animal has taken to courting you on his behalf.

He calls them to him, embarrassed and ready to rant or fall into the ground never to be seen again, when they start talking. Repeating all the things he’s practiced saying.

“Hey baby,”, “Hey human,” “Love you!”, “Silly! Silly!”, “Dummy, no, dummy!”, “My human.”

It’s broken and confusing, six or seven bird children cawing in your face and bobbing, but you get it.

Levi

Levi’s not the best at expressing himself but it counts, right? As much as he hates to admit he’s some kind of shy tsundere, you know what that is, right? He doesn’t have to say it?

Yes. Yes he does. His brothers are getting too chummy with you and you don’t understand his signals. Time for Plan B.

If you get invited to stand in line for a midnight release, he hopes you take it. Then it’s just you two hanging out in line? What’s this? He brought snacks? Totally not for the two of you BUT you an have some if you’re hungry. It’s whatever

When he’s not doing boss raids and playing with online friends, he’ll ask if you want to play something with him. A Player 1 needs a Player 2, you know?

I headcanon that Levi knows how to play some unusual instruments like the kalimba or a real ocarina. I could see him making you a song on one of those. Or just playing it because you inspire him. He’s very good with a harp and will play it when he’s in the mood.

Boy also likes to draw and paint. Especially loves watercolors. Would it be weird if he gave you a painting of you as a mermaid? Just you and the ocean. Beautiful.

Was there a really cute plush or knickknack you liked? Levi has his ways, regardless of how rare or limited edition it is. It will be yours.

He has a hard time understanding a passing comment of interest versus a genuine want because he genuinely wants everything he’s interested in, so if you hear a whisper about him almost securing something, stop and look it up. Make sure it’s not super expensive!!

Probably outed by Belphegor, who feels like Levi’s broadcasting all of his stress, frustration, and hope through his dreams. (”His dreams are weird. Just different ways of asking them out, and if he messes up it restarts like a simulation. My brain hurts.” he says to Beel)

You’re allowed to come into his super-restricted bedroom haven when everything’s too much. It’s very exclusive since the Mammon incident. Be happy.

Might go swimming in his big tank and pick a seashell or rock to make a necklace out of. He hopes you like it.

If he’s not outed by Belphie, some of his online friends made a game demo they wanted him to try. They specified it was two player so he asked you to join in. While he’s in the middle of bragging about how he knows people, knows developers, he totally misses the dating-sim like dialogue and the big reveal.

Doesn’t really kick in until he realize the characters look like you two. You’re busy saying ‘Yes’ to “Do you like me?” as Levi absolutely threatens to rip them apart six ways to Sunday. Almost in full demon mode, too.

Everything falls out of his brain and quiets in his throat when he realizes the characters are kissing and ‘THEY SAID YES!’ flashes on the screen.

“Y-You like me?”

“Yep.”

It was that easy all along. Levi thinks he’s going to faint.

Satan

Becomes aware of it pretty quick but ignores it for a looong time

Is it rude or foolish of him to assume you would also like him back?

Run away into books. A solid plan. If you don’t think about it, it’s not an issue

Oh, but it is an issue when you fall asleep after a mutual day of reading, forced in by bad weather. He finds his heart fluttering in a painful squeeze as he quietly whispers all the things he dare not say when you’re awake

It’s nervous poetry, and it’s beautiful

Satan tries to get himself back on track, to focus on reading, and he gets frustrated when he’s stuck on the same page almost an hour later

When you’re on the brain he just can’t do anything else

How does one show their affection? He’s swimming in books for a new reason now, as voracious as ever

He brews you a pot of Melancholy Coffee and is a bit disappointed you don’t know the meaning behind the bitterness. Wants to break the pot when Lucifer jokes about how it tastes exceptionally bitter to him as well.

Okay, so coffee didn’t work. What else do people do when they show their affections?

Asmo suggests a ‘not a date’ date and Satan sighs inside. Sounds like a lot of work and effort. It’s not that you’re not worth it, but he has a feeling that everyone will know and look at him the whole time.

Tries anyways. You guys go to a beautiful nature conservatory and take a tour of the plants and some indigenous animals

You’re starting to realize it now, he can tell. Satan tries to answer your question without saying it while you’re at school. You walk together, he offers to carry some of your books, and always requests that he be your project partner

Nearly there. If there was a single defining moment for him, he’d want it to be classic. He shows up at your door with a rose and asks you to go on a moonlit walk.

Mammon’s poking fun about how cheesy and cliche it is, Asmo’s gearing up to shut Mammon’s stupid mouth, and Satan just whisks you out the door with an aggravated sigh.

No matter what side of the house you’re on, Asmo throws up the biggest, gaudiest handmade sign that’s like ‘CUTEST COUPLE! 10/10!’

#Obey me!#Obey me x reader #Lucifer x Reader #Mammon x Reader #Levi x Reader #Leviathan x Reader #Satan x Reader

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mageofseven · 4 years

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If you’re doing poly!MC I’d like to request how each brother would react to their one on one scheduled date being crashed by one or more brothers. MC is here to remind them that when they started this relationship they agreed to certain things like not being jealous and not interrupting one-on-one time. Communication is important in a poly relationship!!!!!

Exactly! But anyway, date crashing with the Brothers, coming right up~

Side note: Coming up with someone crashing Beel's date was surprisingly hard 😅

Lucifer:

He had taken MC out to dinner at Ristorante Six, a date they had planned out for the last week.

The oldest and MC had warned his brothers not to cause trouble and let them have their date night in peace.

His brothers have a habit of interrupting his dates with their human, more so than they do with each other.

The man had been paranoid for the first half of the date and MC had to calm his nerves.

When the Avatar of Pride finally let himself himself relax, he leaned in to give his Love a kiss

And was immediately hit in the face with a bread roll.

Annoyed, the man instantly turned in the direction it was thrown from and saw Mammon and Levi at a table in poorly convincing disguises.

Both brothers pointed at the other and said unison "It was him!"

MC reached out and laid their hand over his.

"Luce, please--"

The demon rose up and strode to his brothers' table, picking them up by their collars and dragging the two to the front of the restaurant. He told the manager not to let those two back into the restaurant for the rest of the night. Not only is Lucifer a lord of this land, but he is also a friend of the owner so the manager could not refuse.

Upon returning to his table, he found MC with their head hanging low and picking at their food with their fork.

"I'm sorry..." They said softly. "I know they still haven't learned, but--"

Lucifer leaned in, finally giving them the kiss they planned to give them minutes before.

"Love, you have nothing to be sorry for."

With his pesky brothers now out of the way, the man smiled at his Heart.

"Now, let's enjoy this meal, shall we?"

Mammon:

Carnival date! More so MC's idea than the second brother's because he's scared of rollercoasters it's just not his thing, but how can he say no to his cute little Human?

It wasn't a planned date; at the last second, the boy just kinda grabbed them and ran from House of Lamentation, to the other brothers' annoyance. It was okay though since it was his day with MC and no one else's.

Mammon had his back turned long enough to do a carnival game to win MC the giant poltergeist teddy bear that they wanted-- only to then find that his Human was gone!

Freaking out! Goes to text his brothers about the issues just to read in the group chat that they were the ones that took MC. Rude!

Sat down on a bench, all bummed out as he texted his brothers about how unfair it is and how they need to bring the human back

Just to hear that they had just realized MC disappeared from their group too.

Gaah! And they call him a dumbass??

Suddenly, his eyes were being covered by hands.

"Guess who."

The demon jumped up and turned, finding MC there with an apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry..." They mumbled. "Asmo and them came out of no where."

Mammon grinned.

"Yeah, yeah, of course they did." He told them. "But still! You came back to The Great Mammon and that's what matters!"

He hands the human their bear and MC leans in to kiss his cheek.

Leviathan:

Maid cafe date! The otaku had been thinking about this for a while now, but was afraid MC would be uncomfortable with it.

One of the first in the Devildom was opening up at on the west side though and upon hearing this, MC was actually the one to ask him to go with them.

The third brother couldn't stop grinning when they got there and was so happy, his face didn't even get red when his Human grabbed his hand and led them to their table.

The man couldn't keep his eyes off of the maids for the few minutes, but it was more him fanboying over the aesthetic and how well made the outfits were to him; as a cosplayer who made all of his outfits by scratch, he was impressed.

It didn't bother MC in the slightest; they understood all of this and just listened to his excited remarks as they look through the menu.

The two ended up ordering the lovebird parfait, which size was perfect to share.

MC asked him to feed them the first bite and the demon's face went bright red.

Levi goes to bring the spoon to their lips

"Oh my devil, yes!"

The man dropped the spoon in surprise, causing the parfait on the spoon to fall to the table and launch the creme up to hit the corner of MC's mouth.

Levi immediately covered his face in embarrassment as MC looked over and saw Asmo outside the window, cheering on the third brother.

"No, don't freeze up! You have to kiss them now!"

MC let out a big laugh before wiping the whipped cream off of their face, gently pulling the hands from Levi's face, dabbing it on his lips and leaning in for a kiss.

The kiss only last a moment before the man got too embarrassed and pulled away, covering his mouth.

MC giggled before turning to the Avatar of Lust.

"Thank you for the help, Azzy~" MC blew a kiss to their other boyfriend, who caught it before saying goodbye to the two.

Satan:

Study date, both a productive date and a relaxing one for the the two.

Satan helps them with the more difficult topics from their classes and enjoys the quiet time between them in RAD's library.

Was obviously pretty annoyed when Lucifer came in, breaking the peace.

The oldest had some paper work needing MC's signature; it's nothing new and even Solomon gets such papers to fill out at times.

Obviously though, it wasn't really necessary for the human to handle such papers now and Satan knew this.

Still, MC nodded and followed the Avatar of Pride off to one of the side rooms to talk about it all and sign the papers.

A few minutes passed though and the human never came back to their study table.

Annoyed, the Avatar of Wrath strode off in the direction they went and saw MC sitting on a table with Lucifer's arms around them and in the middle of a deep kiss.

MC pulled back.

"Luce, I have to go back and study--"

They were interrupted by another kiss from the demon. The human pulled away and gave a small laugh.

"Really, must you? I can think some other things we could be doing." He smirked.

"Oh Luci." MC teased, causing the man to frowned.

"Must you use that name? Are you trying to be bratty right now?"

MC jumped off the table.

"This brat has a date to get back to." They told him. "So no more stealing me. You don't like it when your brothers do it to you."

The man pursed his lips. Before he could say anything though, Satan strode into the room.

MC went to say something to him, but was cut off by his lips.

Lucifer scowled as the blonde kissed their human deeply and passionately. The fourth brother was really putting on a show to teach the older one a lesson.

When he pulled back, he smirked at the human.

"Now, I believe we were on Seductive Speechcraft." He wrapped an arm around their waist and led them out of the room, feeling Lucifer's glare every step of the way and relishing in it.

Asmodeus:

Friday night at The Fall. No surprise there. Dates with Asmo commonly involve some sort of partying, shopping, or spa day.

It was a fun night so far; the two had been there for a little over an hour when Asmo had left MC to go get them both more drinks.

He was stopped by a succubus flirting with him at the bar.

The Avatar of Lust took his relationship with his Doll seriously so he put effort into not falling back into old habits of flirting back with every beautiful person who flirted with him.

He smiled at the succubus, but skillful steered the conversation to support his departure.

When he made it back to where he left MC though, the human wasn't there.

Where did his Doll go??

Ends up finding them deeper in the club, leaning against the wall with Mammon in front of them with his hand against the wall right by their head.

Asmo approached just in time to hear his Dolly giggle at something the second brother said.

"Ugh Mammon! This is my night!" The fifth brother complained.

"Eh, so what? The three of us can hang out together!" Mammon leaned in closer to MC. "Ain't that right, Babe?"

MC smiled and leaned in to kiss him.

"Baby boy, I'd love to spend time with you, but you know this is Azzy's night and we planned it as a one-on-one date."

The Avatar of Greed blushed from the nickname.

MC kissed his cheek before moving around him and bringing themselves into Asmo's arms, taking their drink from him.

Azzy kissed their cheek and smiled happily as he led the human away from his older brother.

Beelzebub:

Picnic date! MC worked hard to prepare enough food for it.

Unsurprisingly, it wasn't truly a one-on-one date; Belphie joined them, but was asleep next to them on the blanket.

With the younger twin asleep though, it might as well have been a one-on-one date.

After Beel finished up all of the food, he and the human laid back, cuddling together as they watched the clouds roll by.

Suddenly, MC's phone buzzed. Not wanting to ruin the moment, the human ignored their phone.

More messages kept coming though. Two minutes went by of non-stop buzzing.

The human sighed.

"I'm sorry." MC told the demon holding them as they pulled their phone out of their pocket.

The human had like twenty messages from Levi. Oh lord boy 😑

They were all centered around the new game he got from Akuzon. The human had promised that they'd play it with him when the game got there, but the the Avatar of Envy was getting too impatient.

'Levi, I'm still out with Beel. Could you be more patient please?' They texted the otaku.

'But you promised!'

'We can play when I get back, okay?'

And with that, MC shut off their phone, just to be safe, before putting it back in their pocket.

"I'm sorry about that; it was Levi." The human apologized again.

Beel kissed their head and pulled his Muffin in closer.

"Don't worry about it."

Belphegor:

Nap... date?

Look, getting this boy out of the house can be a challenge, sometimes harder than even Levi.

MC isn't complaining though. Cuddle sessions are always welcomed, especially with the pro cuddler that is the Avatar of Sloth.

The two were up in the attic, laying in bed. The demon had his head on the human's chest as they played with his hair.

That was when Satan came into the room. He sighed.

"Do you ever take them out anywhere nice?"

Belphie's only response was lifting up a hand to show the blonde his middle finger, causing MC to giggle.

Satan shook his had before approaching the bed.

"I left my notes in your room to look over later." He informed the human. "I could help you over the material later... or we could do something different, Little One."

Belphie growled. Satan smirked. MC blushed a bright red.

"Leave. Now." The younger brother barked.

The blonde rolled his eyes before leaning down and kissing the human.

Belphie growled again, causing MC to break the kiss.

"Satan..."

The blonde smiled at them.

"I'll see you later, Kitten." He told them before leaving the room.

MC looked over to apologize to the demon in bed with them, but was stopped by his lips.

After a long kiss that practically radiated the seventh brother's possessiveness, he broke away and stared at them.

"You are mine right now, got that?"

MC nodded and the man laid his head back on their chest.

"Good."

#obey me #obey me otome #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me mc

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beels-burger-babe · 3 years

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***Awwwww, I'm so happy that you're enjoying my blog! This request warms my heart and I am WEAK for soft big brother Lucifer. I hope you enjoy @lorkai! - B*** Summary: MC keeps favouring Lucifer. It baffles the other brothers. Lucifer is intrigued by the behaviour and slowly begins to open up to them.

No one really noticed it when you first arrived. You were new to the Devildom, and so much was foreign and scary around you. So you following orders without question and lingering near Lucifer, the strongest of the demons living with you, could've been passed off as a survival technique. But after a few months of you staying in the House of Lamentation, Lucifer thought the initial fear would wear off, and yet you still continued to follow him around like a little duckling. Still, Lucifer hadn't really clued in that there was perhaps sentiment behind your behaviour until he had walked in on a discussion between you, Mammon, Beelzebub and Leviathan. He had approached your bedroom door and raised his fist to knock when he heard Mammon's annoyingly loud voice. "I'm just sayin'! There ain't no reason for you go followin' mean old Lucifer around like that! He's old. He complains a lot. He never has any fun. You should be spendin' time with me! I'm supposed to be your protector ya know!" Lucifer huffed in annoyance and was about to barge in when he heard your giggle. "I'm hanging out with you now, aren't I?" "I don't know MC. I can't believe I'm saying this, but Mammon has a point." Levi pipped in. At this point, Lucifer cracked open the door and peeked inside. You were sitting in Beel's lap as he munched away on a bowl of popcorn. Mammon was standing, punching harshly onto the buttons of the remote he was holding, while Levi sat playing with the ease and skill of the pro-gamer that he was. He didn't even look away from the screen as he spoke to you. Lucifer made a mental note to talk to him about conversation manners. Leviathan continued. "You're always hanging around Lucifer. You only spend time with us if we specifically ask you to, or if we arrange it ahead of time," Levi shifted uncomfortably as he pressed a button on his remote; Mammon cursed as a result. "I-I-Is he your favourite or something?" Lucifer couldn't help but perk at the question. He wasn't aware that you were spending particularly more time with him than the others. Sure, he noticed that you would listen to him much better than any of his brothers ever did (and that alone made him warm up to you), and you always seemed to smile when he was around. But he thought that was just the kind of person you were; happy and compliant. Much to his, and everyone in the room's, surprise, you nodded. "I guess he is." Chaos erupted inside the room.

Beel dropped his popcorn. Levi sputtered and actually looked away from the game to gape at you. Mammon threw his remote and whipped around to face you. "WHAT?!?! You mean you prefer that old bat to the GREAT MAMMON?!?!" to Mammon's defence, he looked genuinely hurt by the confession. "But I'm your first! I thought we were pals, MC?!" Levi tensed and sniffed before turning back at the game. "I'm not that surprised really. Makes sense that you wouldn't l-like a slimy gross otaku like me." Beel remained frozen and quiet. A frown etched on his face as his hands tightened around you. Your eyes widened at everyone's reactions. "Woah, woah, woah! Who said anything about not liking you guys? I love hanging out with you three, and I do see you as my friends," you looked directly at Levi. "Otaku or not. I treasure my time with you." Levi pouted and refused to look at you. "Then what does Lucifer have that we don't? Why does he get the title of your favourite?" Lucifer was shocked to see your expression soften as you smiled gently at just the thought. "He reminds me of my big brother in the human realm," everyone went quiet and looked at you. "I-It was hard being ripped away from everything I knew and be forced to live in a world that I didn't even know existed. When I saw Lucifer and got to know him a bit, I noticed how much he acted like my brother. It was comforting to have just that little bit of familiarity amongst all the chaos of the Devildom, you know?" The eldest brother's heart warmed at the statement. It stroked his pride in the best way possible. He loved his brothers, but none of them were very affectionate with one another with the exception of the twins. To hear that someone cared about him and saw him as an older brother was...touching. His younger brothers seemed to agree as, with a little irritation, they settled back down into their game. Forgetting what he came for, Lucifer smiled and went back to his office. Since that day, he was notably kinder and more vulnerable with you. If you saw him as an older brother then he was determined to be the best older brother you could ask for. He gave you a pat on the shoulder or ruffled your hair every time he saw you. He always made sure to congratulate or acknowledge your accomplishments, no matter how small they were. He asked you how your day was and allowed you to come to him with any troubles (which he would promptly take care of the moment you left the room). Every night he would invite you into his office for some tea and a round of chess before bed. It felt like in no time, he had begun to see you as a little sibling just as much as you saw him as an older brother. Lucifer did his best not to let his brothers catch on to how soft he was around you. He tried to compensate by teasing you a little more whenever they were around. Or pretend that he was taking you into his office to scold you when he really was going to look you over and make sure you weren't hurt in the most recent incident. The result was an endless amount of taunts and ridicule from his brothers on how he was a better sibling to you than he was them (which was mostly true), that you had thawed his ancient icy heart (which he would never admit), and that he couldn't say no to you (which he tried to prove wrong but inevitably failed, much to his embarrassment). Still, the bond between you two was one that was strong and pure. When it was finally time for you to go back to the human realm, you were in tears and refused to let go of Lucifer. Lucifer held onto you tightly. It was obvious to everyone there that he was just as reluctant to let you leave. "You have to go know MC. Your real big brother is up there worried about you, I'm sure," his voice was steady and firm. He refused to cry; no matter how badly his heart ached at that moment. You sniffled and buried your face deeper into his chest. "I know. But you've become just as much a brother to me as him, a-a-and I don't want to leave you. What if I never get to see you again?" Lucifer inhaled sharply at the thought.

He looked over at Diavolo. Something in his eyes must have given away the hurt and inner turmoil he was feeling, for Diavolo's eyes widened in shock before he smiled softly at his friend. "You may take your D.D.D. with you, MC, to stay in contact with the brothers. Perhaps, on occasion, we can also organize visits. This will not be goodbye forever." Lucifer chuckled as you held him tighter and ran a hand through your hair. "See? You'll see me and everyone else again. But for now, it's time for you to return home." You shakily nodded and reluctantly pulled away from his arms; Lucifer felt his chest tighten as coldness filled the warmth where you once stood. Still, he refused to cry or show vulnerability. He would not become a blubbering mess like Mammon. He was better than that. He clenched his fists as you went around giving everyone final hugs goodbye. He held his breath as you picked up the bag the two of you had put together full of keepsakes from the Devildom. You took a step towards the portal. "MC, wait!" Lucifer rushed towards you, damning his own pride and reputation to hell, as he pulled you into one final tight hug and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. He held you there; closing his eyes and allowing himself to pretend for just a moment that he didn't have to let you go. He felt a tear roll down his cheek. "I love you, MC. I will miss having you here." Suddenly you were sobbing again. The two of you held each other for several minutes, as Diavolo had Barbartos escort the others out to give the two of you some privacy. Finally, he let you go, and within a second you were gone and back to your true family. Lucifer went home, and sat in his office, wondering what you were doing with your real big brother and if you were as happy up there as you were with him. ***HOW THE FUCK DID I MAKE THIS ANGST AND END UP CRYING WELL WRITING I AM SO SORRY I SERIOUSLY MEANT FOR THIS BE FLUFF GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!! *Wipes tears* Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this no matter how accidentally painful it was. Thank you for the lovely request @lorkai! I was touched by how personal it was!***

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