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Hello! You have the best fluff! Like all of it is so happy. Like snow! Can I request the experience of the first kiss between MC and the brothers for Obey me? Where, when, what's it like and all the other juicy detail bits. Thanks!

Obey Me! ❥ Kiss, Don’t Tell

a/n: i love this! super cuuute! warning: super cute and fluffy, long post under the cut, 

Beelzebub

you could prompt the first kiss or he could? 

like it could go 50/50 cus he is a very straightforward so, if he wanted to kiss you and like he was that into you, he’d be a lil blushy about it and he’d ask cus like he wants to at least give it a try

definitely wouldn’t be the type to kiss you like kiss you unless it meant a great deal so he’s never had any experience whatsoever

it could honestly happen anywhere. he pretty much follows you wherever you go and, if he ends up asking, he’d totally do it randomly like you’d be left going ??where did this come from??

he’d prefer doing it in private though, where nobody could come in and spy on the two of you

it’s more becos he’s a secret romantic and he thinks kisses are important and personal and he doesn’t want other people peeking on something that’s so important and personal to both him and you

would be kind of sad if you kissed him willy-nilly 

“Can I kiss you?”

You almost choked on your popcorn. Quickly, you chewed the ones in your mouth before turning to look at Beelzebub, eyes wide with confusion “Huh?”

Beelzebub’s cheeks, which were a little warm, only grew hotter. Though he’d always had the courage to just say whatever he wanted to say, for some reason, perhaps because this was something he hadn’t done before, he felt a little shy.

He didn’t mean to just blurt it out. It was just that... for a moment there, his heart felt so full of love for you that he couldn’t help himself.

It didn’t matter that the two of you were just in your room and the lights were off and you were wearing what constituted as your ‘lazy day’ clothes. 

You looked gorgeous with the TV lights shining on you despite the fact that Beelzebub could swear you lit up a room just on your own. Your eyes sparkled  in a way that made him want to stare and your grin as you laughed at something in the movie made his heart flutter.

When Beelzebub didn’t move to say anything, your brain froze too. You wondered if saying ‘huh’ made the moment awkward and he didn’t want to do it anymore.

Slowly, you scooted closer to him, your knee overlapping his “I mean-- No, I-- Yes, y-you can, i-if you want to?”

Beelzebub perked up a little bit at that. He stared at you for a second, waiting to see if you’d take it back, before giving a curt nod and cupping your cheek. Slowly, gently, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours.

Your lips were plush and soft and he liked it. They reminded him of marshmallows, almost. Instinctively, he licked your lips, pressing closer to you.

Your cheeks turned hot and you quickly pulled away, nervous laugh escaping you “Be-Beel!”

You thought he’d be shy about it but, instead, he had leaned full on into it. The thought of his tongue and the ghost of it against your lips made you even more flustered. Still, you couldn’t say you didn’t like it.

“Sorry.” Beelzebub quickly replied but, from the look on his face, he wasn’t apologetic at all.

Leviathan

another one that could go either way but, most likely, you’d have to initiate it cus, like, no matter how much leviathan wants to kiss you, he thinks he doesn’t deserve to

he’d probably think something along the lines of how he’s a dirty otaku who’d just taint you or whatever with his lips

someone give this boy a hug lol

i say it could go either way cus there are moments where the feeling of wanting to kiss you overwhelms him 

so, either he gets overwhelmed with emotion which could take a while or you could kiss him

if he gets overwhelmed with emotion, he’s not going to ask to kiss you. he’ll just straight up kiss you

Leviathan held back another yawn as he continued to move his fingers, making the character on the screen move too. Though his golden eyes were trained on the screen, he couldn’t help but notice how drowsy you were getting.

He mentally cursed himself. He had asked you to help him beat this final boss of a game he got a week ago. He couldn’t play and read the handbook at the same time. Plus, he kind of wanted to spend time with you

Either way, the boss level had gone on longer than either of you had expected it to. It felt like the two of you had seen the game over screen more than a million times at this point.

So, of course, Leviathan could understand why you were sleepy.

“Secret passage!”

He flinched, accidentally moving the character into the secret passage you had pointed out.

“Oh my god, thank goodness you got in!” You grinned up at him, eyes bright and so happy despite the fact that it was probably early morning by now and you were tired.

He was always so amazed by how much you supported him when nobody else would. You were willing to be by his side through the dumbest things but also through the most serious things.

The game was suddenly forgotten as the two of you stared at each other, Leviathan looking like you hung the stars and the moon, you looking a little embarrassed and confused.

Then, suddenly, he dropped the controller and cupped your cheek, pulling you close by the waist to suddenly kiss you. 

It was obvious Leviathan had no practice because the kiss was sloppy and you kept clashing teeth. Still, you leaned into it before, as suddenly as he kissed you, Leviathan was pulling away.

“S-Sorry.” He stuttered out, eyes unable to meet yours as he picked up the controller.

You just grinned at him “I’m not. You should do that again sometime.”

Leviathan made a mental note in his head

Belphegor

you definitely have to initiate this one cus belphegor is the type to like not do anything unless you explicitly tell him you want it or it’s okay

it’s not that he’s oblivious and he doesn’t notice the signs

it’s more just that like? he sees the signs becos he’s very sharp and he notices things like that but also he doubts himself

are you staring at him longingly cus you very much look like you’re staring at him longingly but also you could just be constipated--

he wouldn’t want you to kiss him for no reason though like he’d be pretty disappointed if you asked to kiss him during a dull moment

he’s a romantic and he doesn’t hide it lol like his sister literally lived through a romance novel! and he wants that for himself too!

Belphegor looked down at the plush in his hands, his cheeks a little warm “It’s a... sheep.”

“Yeah, it’s a sheep!” You nodded eagerly and it reminded Belphegor of those overeager sheep that meet strangers at the fence with their fluffy tails wagging “I heard from Beelzebub your nightmares were a bit worse this week.”

Belphegor scowled at the thought of his own brother betraying his secrets at that but, as soon as the scowl had appeared, it quickly melted away at the thought of you being so concerned for him.

“It’s okay.” Belphegor lamely answered back, strangling the little sheep as if that would erase some of the shame that welled inside him at the thought of making you worried for him.

His problems were so small. They were just nightmares. It didn’t matter that it prevented him from sleeping. He slept enough as it is anyway, he could use more time being awake.

You seemed to sense those thoughts because your hands were suddenly on top of him, making him subconsciously loosen his grip “It’s not okay. I just want you to be comfortable, Belphie.”

Belphegor felt his heart flutter at that but, instead of focusing on that feeling, he focused on the frustration he felt at your unclear intentions “What do you care?”

When he looked up at you, you were suddenly a bit too close. Had you been that close this entire time? Had he just not noticed? He felt the heat in his cheeks worsen.

“I care because I love you.” You told him with such sincerity in your words that it made his brain blank for just one second.

You loved him?

Before he could say anything in response to your confession, you were pressing forward, your lips soft against his chapped ones. This time, his brain felt like it exploded.

Of course, since he didn’t respond, you were immediately trying to pull away. He noticed this and pushed forward so that your lips were touching again. it wasn’t anything huge, just your lips bumping against each other.

Then, he pulled away, leaving you a little dazed and him extremely flustered “I love you too...”

Satan

would make the first move but you could also make the first move lol it’s another 50/50

but, unlike beelzebub, he’d make his first move very smoothly and confidently

satan is a very observant person and he’s a whole ass intellectual so he remembers details very well and is a generally detail oriented person

so, if he thinks he has a shot, a good clear shot, he’ll take it, no questions asked

the fact that he’s even paying attention to you means he cares a lot about you cus like he doesn’t do that for people that aren’t important to him so he’d hope that, if you returned his kiss, he’d hope you’d feel the same way too

he may seem like a bookworm but he’s a whole ass casanova babey

“Thank you again for inviting me to see the lost works of Michaelangelo! It’s such a surprise that the DevilDom has all of these.” You looked with wide eyes at all of the drawings and half made sculptures that were scattered along the museum

Satan followed after you, his eyes not on the pieces but on the beautiful way your eyes twinkled under the florescent lights and the way your lips parted so cutely in astonishment.

“Yes, Michaelangelo is actually considered a sinner by Celestial Realm standards so his artwork is with us.” Satan mentioned casually, trying to seem cool and composed but, in reality, his heart beat twice as fast as usual.

See, when he had invited you to this date, he had confirmed it was a date. You had asked him if it was and he answered that, if it was, would you still go? And there the two of you were.

No, Satan reminded himself, he wasn’t overthinking things. He was right about this and he knew you so well that he couldn’t think of any way he could be wrong.

“Oh, my god! Is that a drawing of the Last Judgement?” 

He strolled up behind you, eyes scanning the sketch “Yes, actually, he based the depiction of Christ on a man he loved named Cavalieri.”

Your eyes widened at that but then you smiled in a way that made Satan’s heart flutter wildly in his chest “Isn’t that so romantic? To love someone that much?”

From behind you, Satan reached and grabbed your hands, holding them gently in his “Well... I love you to the point of inspiration too. Do you find that romantic?”

Your head snapped to look up at Satan and he took his chance then, leaning forward to press his lips against yours, soft, chaste, deepening it only slightly before pulling back, a smirk playing clearly on his face.

“Oops, sorry, I forgot the museum has a rule about touching the masterpieces.” He apologised but he looked much like a cat who got his cream. Hesitantly, he dropped one of your hands but kept the other in his.

For the rest of the museum trip, his hand never left yours.

Asmodeus

this boy hands out kisses like they’re breath mints lmaaao and that’s how you know if he’s serious or not

like, if he likes you likes you, he’ll stop offering to kiss you lol or, when you offer to kiss him, he’ll be like haha nice joke i gotta-- uh-- powder my nose or smth--

dumbass is scared that, once he kisses you, he’ll fall in love with you and like, as someone who doesn’t ever catch feelings, that’s scary as fuuuck

like he’s the one making other people fall in love with him, not the other way around

but it’s so hard when you’re so... you 

anyway, to have a first kiss with him in a scenario where he actually loves you, you’ll have to make the first move by surprising him or you have to pressure him until he finally agrees to kissing you

“Please, Asmo, you have to!” You practically begged, eyes wide and cute as you looked up at him.

Asmodeus tried not to look nervous or uncertain. He would’ve thought this was another one of his rather inappropriate dreams if it weren’t for the fact that he’d secretly pinched himself at least three times now.

“Okay, okay, I don’t understand why you need to anyway...” Asmodeus sighed, trying to sound cutely put off but, really, he was panicking in his head.

Your cheeks reddened so adorably and you pouted “I just... there’s a demon I want to impress.”

Asmodeus gave you a level stare “If it’s not me, I don’t want to hear it.”

An unfamiliar feeling filled Asmodeus’ chest. He was a very giving lover who encouraged all of his partners to see others if he couldn’t fulfil their needs himself. He was just never the greedy jealous type.

But, there was something about your inexperience and your innocence that made him want to keep you all to himself. Or, maybe, even worse, it wasn’t your innocence at all but... the fact that it was you.

He was completely out of his element here and it was a completely new feeling to Asmodeus, confident paramour and skilled lover of many. 

“Well...” He was snapped out of his thoughts by your wavering voice, your expression unsure as you played with the ends of your sleeve “I-I’m sorry--”

“Huh?” His wide eyes watched your every move, trying to gauge exactly what you were going on about.

“I-I know you probably don’t care, Asmo, b-but I think I’ve fallen in love with you-- I-I just, you’re always so kind to me and you always try to lift me up whenever I’m down-- You make me so happy, Asmo, and I--” 

You started blabbering, palms coming up to press against your hot cheeks. Asmodeus blinked a few times before placing his hands on top of your cheeks and pulling you in.

During the first few seconds of the kiss, you sat there, frozen. Then, when Asmodeus giggled against your lips and swiped his tongue over them, you startled, pulling back.

“A-Asmo--” You looked up at him all teary eyed and part of him hated the fact that he couldn’t help but think you cute.

“I love you too.” He said simply, his smile not forcefully charming like usual. In fact, it was a rather genuine smile that you’d never seen before.

When he pressed forward, obviously asking for a kiss, you closed the gap, heart happy despite the fact that it was nervously beating in your chest.

Mammon

would never ever make the first move ever cus he doesn’t want to make the first move, he doesn’t even want to kiss you, what the hell are you talking about??

in all honesty, mammon has a thing about not wanting to show he cares about you and it’s probably becos he’s scared of getting his feelings hurt

which is valid honestly cus mood and same

so, yeah, he’d never even think about kissing you becos how embarrassing and heartbreaking would it be if you rejected him?

you’d definitely have to make the first move or at the very least be the one to indicate that you want it

he cares about you a lot, to the point where he’d rather his feelings remain unrequited instead of losing you, so he’d fucking hope you’d feel the same if you kissed him

“Ma-Mammon, we have to talk.”

Mammon eyed you suspiciously, a look of doubt crossing his face. His mind quickly flickered through all that he’d done in the past 48 hours only to come up empty.

Sure, he’s fucked over his brothers in numerous instances throughout that time period but he’s sure as hell that he didn’t do anything against you. He wouldn’t even dare, not even accidentally.

But, maybe, that’s what you wanted to talk to him about. Maybe one of his brothers had approached you about the stuff he’d done and confronted you. Either way, Mammon felt uncharacteristically nervous.

“So, what’s this you wanna talk to me about?”  Mammon tried to sound gruff as he leaned against the door, harsh eyes trained on you though his heart was aflutter in his chest.

You sniffled a little bit “Mammon, I love you.”

Mammon stiffened at the sound of your sniffle before completely panicking, the nervousness he was trying to hide before quickly showing “Huh? The fuck you talking about?”

“A-Asmo found out about my crush on you and he said he’d tell you if I didn’t tell you.” You told him with wide wet eyes, hands nervously playing with your clothing “I-I’m sorry...”

There was a moment of silence then as Mammon tried to register exactly what you had said. You loved him. Asmodeus wanted to meddle--of course he did--and bring the two of you together if you didn’t do anything about it.

You loved him.

Mammon didn’t hesitate. He pushed off of the door, took a step towards you and pulled you into his arms. You opened your mouth to ask him what he was doing but, before you could, his lips were on yours.

It was a soft chaste first kiss, one that left you dizzy at the thought of how sweet his lips were and how gentle his hands were. 

“Damn, you really waited this long to tell me, huh, dumb fucking human.”

Lucifer

thinks his feelings for you are inappropriate anyway so he absolutely won’t do anything about them

he kind of sees himself as an authority figure over you as student council vice president so he kind of doesn’t want you to feel like he’s forcing his feelings onto you, i guess?

he doesn’t want to hold power over you unless you’re offering him that power

so you’d definitely have to make the first move lol

you can’t hint at it either cus like lucifer, for all his all-knowing-ness and his intelligence, is dumb as hell when it comes to picking up hints like that

“Lucifer!”

Lucifer stopped in his tracks, your present still safely tucked in his gloved hands. He had only just turned away after bidding you a sweet farewell. 

With a confused expression, he turned back around, eyebrow raised “Yes?”

There were tears in your eyes which quickly brought him into a panic. He kept his cool expression on the outside but, on the inside, his stomach churned with worry. “What’s the matter?”

“If you don’t like me, just say so! Stop stringing me along!” You practically screamed, your cute eyes wet and your bottom lip jutted out and trembling.

Lucifer took a second to think. He recalled all the late night conversations between the two of you, all the little treats and trinkets you gifted him, all the times you went out of your way to spend time with him or help him.

He sighed softly, an equally soft smile on his face. Without hesitation, he stopped closer to you, his chest almost bumping against your face. 

Your small little present was held in one hand and, with the other free hand, he pressed against the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair “Silly little human. If you had wanted something from me, you should’ve just said so.”

“I love you, Luci.” You sniffled out, eyes blinking and tears finally falling down those sweet cheeks of yours.

Lucifer pushed all of your hair back with his hand and leaned down, pressing a kiss against your forehead “I love you too, my darling.”

“No.” You replied petulantly, hands finally coming up to grip at the lapels of his suit, trying in a vain effort to pull him closer to you.

Lucifer took a second to admire the cute way your lips pursed out, asking for a kiss, before swooping down and pressing his lips against yours. 

It was a great kiss.

He had tilted his head a little to the side and deepened it, lips locking with yours, but he kept it gentle and soft, tongue only peeking out to lick against your bottom lip.

Then, he was pulling away to press another kiss against your forehead “Like I said, if you want something, all you need to do is ask.”

[gacha-happy-ending-here]

Act! Addict! Actors ❥ Rainy Confessions

summary: You were like the rain for Sakyo and, sometimes, he felt so much for you that it ached character: Furuichi Sakyo word count: 1120 warning: fluffy, mentions of bad childhood/borderline child abuse, furuichi sakyo is literally a mafia boss’ child idk what to tell you

The first time Sakyo met you, you were huddled against a wall, desperately trying to keep warm and dry. 

It was raining pretty hard and, unlike you, Sakyo had been smart and took an umbrella with him. He even bundled up in warm clothes. You, on the other hand, you looked like you ran out with just your house clothes on.

At first, Sakyo didn’t know what to do. Despite being a child himself, he rarely interacted with kids his age. His father said he was freakishly mature for his age. His father’s retainers simply stated that he was an old soul.

Either way, Sakyo was awkward around children. 

A cursory look around proved that there was nobody else but you there. No parent, no adult, not even an older child looking for you. It was just you, Sakyo and the pitter patter of the rain.

Slowly, almost haltingly, he stepped closer and closer to you until, finally, he stood in front of you, his umbrella shielding you from the rain. He tilded his head to the side as he watched you look up at him with glittering eyes.

His mouth felt like it was filled with cotton “You okay?” 

Slowly, you wiped your wet cheeks (though, if it was from tears or the rain, he couldn’t tell) and nodded your head “Yeah. I just didn’t want to be home.”

Sakyo understood that feeling more than anything in the world. 

When he was home, he was suffocated. He felt like he couldn’t breathe. It was like his father’s underlings would surround him until he couldn’t even so much as scream. 

They watched him, choking him with their stares and their thoughts until he couldn’t even hear himself think.

It was why he opted to take a walk in the rain without telling anyone.

Though, why this kid wanted to escape their home unprepared was beyond Sakyo “Why didn’t you bring an umbrella? You’re gunna get sick.” 

“I like the rain.” They answered before they stood and dusted themselves off “Feels freeing.”

Sakyo held back a curse word and, instead, looked quizzically at the kid in front of him “What does that mean?”

“Like the rain just washes away everything until I feel light and free.” They tried to explain. Then, they placed their hand right on top of the hand Sakyo was using to hold the umbrella.

This kid was crazy, Sakyo couldn’t help but think and, honestly, a part of him wanted to walk away from them. If he never saw them again, it would be too soon.

Before he could escape, however, the kid tilted it so the umbrella wasn’t covering either of them anymore.

Sakyo’s first reaction was to yell at the kid, ask what the hell did they think they were doing. Instead, he was distracted by the way the kid tilted their head back, let the rain pitter patter down onto their face.

Sakyo was mesmerised by the peace and tranquility in the kid’s expression, how one second they looked like the world’s trouble weighed them down only for the rain to wash it all away.

Slowly, haltingly, Sakyo tilted his head up too. 

The rain felt cold against his skin but it wasn’t an unpleasant cold. In fact, it was a kind of refreshing cold, the kind that made him feel comfortable, made him feel clean.

The warmth of the hand on top of his anchored him but the cold made him feel like he was free.

Suddenly, it didn’t feel like he was weighed down by his father’s expectations or by the opinions of his father’s subordinates. Suddenly, it felt like he was just another kid playing in the rain.

A giggle pulled him out of his thoughts and his head whipped down to stare at the kid in front of him.

“You wanna play?”

Usually, Sakyo didn’t like playing with other kids. All they really wanted to do was run around, play tag, bounce a ball. After all of the things his father taught him, kids’ things felt trivial in comparison.

For the first time, though, Sakyo said yes.

After that first time, Sakyo craved you like a drug. 

You made all of his problems feel so trivial, all of the weight on him feel so light, all of the expectations on him feel so distant. You were like the solution and he desperately sought you out.

It got to the point where he even signed up for a theatre company just to see you more. Apparently, it was your father’s theatre company or something and, honestly, he was only allowed to join because his father was relieved he showed signs of being interested in ‘kids’ things’

He got to see you every day, got to talk with you and act in plays with you. You would be the main character and he would be by your side, supporting you. In fairytales, he’d be your knight in shining armour, fighting along with you, rescuing you from danger.

Like all fairytales, it all came to an end one day.

Your father had always been tough on you. The other kids were allowed to act as mediocarly as they wanted (in Sakyo’s opinion) but you were never allowed to make a single mistake.

You had to memorise all of the script on time and enunciate the words perfectly and use the right tone and make the right steps. Your father didn’t let up on you because, apparently, you had to be perfect.

Sometimes, it reminded him of his father so much that it hurt.

He wanted to save you from that, wanted to save you from your father’s expectations, wanted you to have a better childhood than he could ever have.

Unfortunately, it got to you.

Your father told you that you had no talent in acting and, like smoke, you dissapeared.

For some reason, all Sakyo could think about was, suddenly, his life felt like a drought.

When you came back, all of the feelings Sakyo ever had for you rushed back all at once. 

You looked so much older now but you aged gracefully, wonderfully, to the point where Sakyo couldn’t keep his eyes off of you.

You felt like the first drop of rain in a rain storm, the way the world would grow thick and warm as if preparing for the rainfall. You were like the rainfall, cool and clean and so very freeing

Sakyo would be damned if he let you go again so, like the years before, when he had first met you, he signed up for the theatre company.

If that was what it took to be close to you again, he would take it. He would take every chance he could just to be by your side.

[gacha-happy-ending-here]

Obey Me! ❥ Can’t Forget You

a/n: lemme sprinkle some angst in between this spicy content lol also emmm emmmm mammon’s is the longest becos i---- may have a bias  prompt: After a bad encounter with a ravenous demon, the seven brothers’ favourite human can’t seem to remember the past year and a half she’s spent in the devildom warning: it’s really sad okay

Beelzebub

absolutely blames himself

it was his fault, he didn’t get to you fast enough, just like he couldn’t get to lilith and it was all his fault

would be hit the second hardest by this

he was one of the first demons that bonded with you and was one of the closest to you

Sometimes, Beelzebub liked to think that, truly, he was lucky. He didn’t lose you like he lost Lilith. You were still there. You still smiled at him, your eyes gleaming, your lips outstretched. You were still alive.

Other times, when he stared at you, observed your little habits and your little routine, he could convince himself that you were okay, that you were still the same old you and a dumb demon wouldn’t change that.

Other times, when you’d look at him with that blank expression on your face, your brain wracking for a memory that didn’t exist to you anymore, he felt like that moment again where he found you on the ground, blood pouring out of you.

Every single time he was reminded that you didn’t remember him, reminded that you weren’t really truly you anymore, it felt like that moment he found you almost dead.

It was like you kept dying right in front of him, over and over, and, each time, there was nothing Beelzebub could do but watch.

Belphegor

pretends it doesn’t bother him

in fact, he’s hurt you himself a good number of times

who gives a shit about you? definately not him! you’re just some puny weak human and you would’ve died sooner or later

definitely gives as shit lol

tries to avoid you and is hostile towards you but only becos he doesn’t wanna get close to you again only to get hurt

Belphegor watched you from afar sometimes. He liked being far from you, always wanted distance between the two of you. Whenever you touched him, it felt like it burned his skin.

But, still, despite that, he watched you. He watched as Satan stumbled around you, watched as you did another thing that broke Beelzebub’s heart, watched as Lucifer explained something to you a second time.

He watched as every single one of his brothers tried to pick up the pieces of you and attempted to put you back together. Except, like broken glass, there were some pieces that were too tiny, pieces that were invisible and hard to pick up, pieces that meant the world to him.

You could be put back together. Belphegor believed that, truly. Especially when his brothers were so desperate for it.

The problem was that, once you were put back together, you wouldn’t be the same. There would be holes. There would always be holes and gaps and missing pieces that they couldn’t find. 

Belphegor refused to care for someone incomplete, especially if it was someone like you. He refused to fall in love all over again with the shadow of you.

Satan

has moments where rage just fills him and he has to walk away and throw things around for a little bit

definitely crushed that demon that was responsible to a pulp loool

tries his best to be as helpful as possible but all he can do is fumble around you, unsure of how to act

researches about humans and human brains and stuff a lot but can’t really come up with a conclusive way to help you

Satan let himself be vulnerable around you. He had lowered his walls for you, let you see the softer parts of him that nobody else had the privilage to see. 

You saw those parts of him and you cared for them in a way that healed him, that saved him from himself. He was so angsty and angry before you but you taught him to control all of that in a way that didn’t hurt him.

It felt good. You made him feel good.

Now, he couldn’t even bring himself to help you. Now, it was Satan’s turn to care for you and heal you just like you did him but he didn’t know how. He didn’t understand how you did it for him and he couldn’t figure out how to do it for you.

It felt too hard. Every single time he saw you, all he could think about was how easily you were taken from him.

Yes, the person in front of him was you but, at the same time, it wasn’t really you, was it? You were a blank slate and everything that made you you wasn’t there anymore. 

The you that truly deeply knew Satan wasn’t there anymore and, honestly, he didn’t know if he could ever show you that part of him again. He wasn’t sure if he could ever bring himself to love you the same way he used to anymore. 

He was too scared you’d disappear once more.

Leviathan

pretends it doesn’t bother him pt. 2

literally just coops himself up in his room and tries not to think about you

honestly, he tries his damn hardest to go back to how he was before you

acts like you’re a stranger becos, in all honesty, you are a stranger

Leviathan knew it wasn’t your fault. Truly, it was his fault. He was the one that didn’t save you in time, that couldn’t get to you in time. It was his weakness that resulted in this.

Yet, still, despite the fact that all of this was his fault, he couldn’t bring himself to talk to you. Part of him worried that you thought he was angry at you but another more dominant part of him reminded him that you probably didn’t even remember how close the two of you were in the first place so it didn’t matter.

He stared at the game over screen on his monitor, his hands trembling as they held the controller. 

Despite the fact that he desperately didn’t want to remember, he couldn’t help but think of you as he sat in his dark room, surrounded by wrappers and food and game cartridges.

He thought of how you would chastise him for being messy, how you’d try to encourage him to go out every now and then. He thought of how, whenever you went places with everyone else, you would always bring him some sort of snack; a slice of cake, some bufo milk tea, a couple bag of chips.

He couldn’t stop thinking about all of the little things you used to do that made his heart flutter and that made him so deeply care about you. He thought about every single thing about you that he loved and it hurt.

It hurt because he knew, no matter how hard he craved for that affection, the you that did those things was all gone and he couldn’t do anything about it.

Asmodeus

pretends it doesn’t bother him pt. 3

also honestly tries to go back to how things were before  you as well 

can’t bring himself to do it though

will still have flings with solomon and stuff but he can’t with random strangers anymore

all he can do is be concerned for you

Asmodeus stared at you as you grinned at him, your eyes still as bright as the days before you were attacked by the demon. Physically, in fact, you were exactly the same, barring the scrapes and scratches that you got.

It was almost unbelievable that you were completely different on the inside. 

In fact, some days, Asmodeus could convince himself by staring at you that nothing happened, that you were okay and everything was still the same. Then, you would open your mouth and his dreams would be shattered.

Still, he knew not to blame you. You weren’t at fault. You didn’t want to be attacked by a demon, you didn’t want your head slammed onto a wall, didn’t want to bleed out and be so traumatized that you forgot everything you knew.

Asmodeus was sure you’d never have wanted to start over with them.

So, he reminded himself that none of this was your fault. As he told you a second time about the things you forgot, as he guided you around the Devildom, as he held your hand and felt how familiar it was in his; he reminded himself that you asked for none of this.

And he’d rather be annointed holy than leave you stumbling in the dark.

Mammon

pretends it doesn’t bother him pt. 3

also doesn’t work becos it bothers him a lot

he was definitely hit the hardest by it

doesn’t want anything to do with recoupperating you but he’s forced to by his brothers loool

when i say ‘doesn’t want’ i mean pretends not to want but really he still cares abt you and all he wants to do is be around you becos he blames himself for getting u hurt

Nobody knew you as well as Mammon did. He was always by your side, always following you around when you weren’t following him around. The two of you were practically inseperable.

Now, though. Now, you were different. You weren’t the same person that Mammon had fallen in love with, the same person that Mammon opened up to, and he didn’t know what to do with that information.

A part of him felt angry, felt frustrated and torn and depressed. He had spent so much time with you and now, all of those memories were flushed down the drain. You could never get them back and he was stuck being the only one to remember them, being the only one to care about those moments he had with you.

Another part of him held on to the hope that you’d remember, though. His brothers kept encouraging him. Well, Lucifer and Satan, mostly. But also Asmodeus and Beelzebub.

And, when he looked at you, staring at him expectantly, your hand outstretched as if you were waiting for him to take it and follow you around, that part of him grew and grew.

He still snapped at you, of course, and he still pretended he didn’t care. He didn’t take your hand whenever you offered it to him, no.

But he would still walk with you, side by side, his arm brushing against yours. He would still remind you of little things. 

How both you and Satan loved a certain book, how Belphegor sometimes took a nap on your lap underneath a certain tree, how you always got Beelzebub a cake when you visited a certain store; how, sometimes, you and Mammon would stay up, pressed against each other in bed, and talk about your hopes and dreams and fears.

And, when he told you those things and you’d stare at him with wonder on your face and a twinkle of recognision in your eyes, he’d realise; it didn’t matter if a part of him felt angry and frustrated.

He’d brush all of that aside just to be with you.

Lucifer

was hit pretty hard

blames himself the most out of all of the brothers becos he’s the strongest brother and is supposed to protect you

definitely tries to help you but his definition of help is to send other people to help you loool

At first, Lucifer didn’t realise what he was doing. He was desperate to help you, almost out of his mind, in fact. He searched books, hunted for specialists who’d know what to do, pursued types of magic people could only dream of.

There was even a moment where he almost managed to convince himself to send you back, that maybe your home would be better suited for this kind of thing. They’d know your brain better than a handful of demons, a couple of angels and a sorcerer would.

But, he eventually talked himself down, knew that, truly, they knew you better than anyone. If anyone could restore your memories, it would be the people that you spent time gaining those memories with.

Despite trying all of those things, despite everything he’s done for you, the realisation that he hadn’t seen you since you were first rescued hit him like a ton of bricks.

He didn’t realise that, despite all that he’d done, he actively avoided you. It hit him when Asmodeus mentioned it offhandedly, almost casually, but Lucifer could see that, really, it was anything but for his younger brother.

Asmodeus was angry at Lucifer for keeping his distance. But, when Lucifer tried his hardest, he couldn’t force himself to even look at you too long, much less walk up to you and say something.

He didn’t know why, if it was because he blamed himself, if it was because he couldn’t bring himself to care about you again, if it was because he was scared he’d be overcome with grief.

Either way, whenever he saw you, in his mind, he wanted to reach his hand out but, in reality, his feet always turned him the other way.

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Act! Addict! Actors! ❥ Soft Love

summary: Furuichi Sakyo grew up around tough men and strict orders. Always do this, always do that. It was like the military except the opposite because they were always breaking the law. He didn’t know affection, didn’t know care, didn’t know a touch could be so gentle. He didn’t know until you. character: Furuichi Sakyo word count: 693 warning: extremely tooth rotting and very sweet, some soft spice sprinkled in

Furuichi Sakyo was as tough as men could get. He was strong in his convictions, had a voice that never wavered, had a look in his eyes that always came off as a glare. 

Furuichi Sakyo was like stone.

If he could compare you to anything, though, he’d say that you were like water.

Your touch against his skin always felt so cool, so soft and gentle, like the whisper of a trickling stream. He was always so rigid in his ways but you were always so free-spirited, so easily swayed, so adaptable and flexible to the changing times.

Sometimes, he envied you.

“What are you thinking about?”

Sakyo felt your fingers press against the wrinkles between his eyebrows, could feel the pads of it try to smooth it out like it was a fold in a fabric sheet. When he focused on you, he could see that ever present twinkling smile.

“You.” He admitted, never one to lie or beat around the bush. He was so used to lies, so used to misdirection and secrecy, that he didn’t want to taint you with it too.

You laughed, pressing yourself closer to him, to his warmth, your bare chest pressed against his, your other unoccupied arm wrapping around his body. 

You draped yourself over him like a waterfall over a stone cliff and it almost made him melt how comfortable it felt to have you all to himself. He wished his days consisted of this, where he could just have you draped over him, your soft warm body a contrast to his stiff stressed one.

“What about me?” You tittered out, finger still smoothing out the wrinkles in between his eyebrows until, finally, he let out a small smile and the wrinkles smoothed, moving to the corners of his eyes.

“How lucky I am to have you.” Sakyo simply stated, hands moving to hold your hips, his thumbs rubbing against your skin as if he was trying to convince himself that you were truly there, that you truly existed in his arms.

You did that cute thing you always did where you cocked your head to one side “You? Lucky to have me? I’m lucky to have you!”

“If I didn’t have you, I’d just be running around the theatre like a headless chicken!” You added with a little laugh and, though your words were self-depricating, there was a twinkle in your eye as you said it.

You understood him to well, really. You knew that his love language was acts of service, that he thought himself inferior unless he couldn’t help you. 

You never thought that he had to earn your love, of course, you loved Sakyo unconditionally, without a doubt. But, sometimes, if it meant reassuring him, you liked to remind him of how truly needed he was in your life.

He shook his head “Truly, I’m the lucky one.”

You spoke with a tone of disbelief “How?” 

Sakyo didn’t want to explain how harsh his life was before you. He didn’t want to tell you about the bruises and the scars, the tattoo needles and the harsh tribulations.

He was a mafia leader’s son through and through, raised to be a lone shark, to be frugal and mean, raised to have calluses against his knuckles and a gun always holstered against his hip.

Before you, he never thought love could be soft. He thought love was a punch to the face, a harsh slap to the back, a tug of his hair and nails against his skin. He thought love always had to hurt, that it always had to ache.

You taught him that love could feel good too, that love could be a flutter in his chest instead of an anxious beat of his heart. You taught him that love could be caresses and sweet kisses, could be a ghost of a smile and a bright sparkling grin.

You were his saviour.

Instead of saying all of that, though, he waved his fingers into your hair, his palm warm against your scalp, and he tipped your head forward to press his lips warmly against your forehead “I just am.”

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HAPPY ANNIVERSARY NO SLEEP GANG~

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Asmodeus Levels 1-4 fan concepts!

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Here’s the Mammon version too of my levels 1-4 fan concepts. I also included the gold winged version too.

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Part of my fan concept series for Obey Me - Here’s the levels 1-4 fan concepts, with the monster design!

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Here’s the Belphie fanconcepts 1-4! I was really happy with his level 4 on this one. 😌

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Here’s the big boy Beel! This was actually the first design I did for the series of fan concepts.

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Made to Order Ficlet ❥ Beelzebub

prompts: “Can I call you? I want to hear your voice” // “Let me in, I'm outside your door” // “It's freezing, come here!” // “Take the bed tonight and I'll sleep on the couch” warning: none, no established relationship, fluff, implied size difference

You didn’t understand exactly how the House of Lamentation functioned but you absolutely hated it.

Yes, you understood that the outside was very hot. You were in Hell, after all. And, to combat the hotness outside, they made the indoors cold. However, in your opinion, it was way too cold inside. You were lucky, you supposed, since it was a warmer in your room than in the drafty hallway but, still, it was chilly!

You were huddled in a blanket, your DDD in your hand and your most comfortable clothes on your body.

At the moment, you were complaining about the cold to literally anyone who would listen. Mammon had long since stopped reading your messages and it seemed Belphegor was literally the only person who could understand your plight.

You suddenly received a message from Beelzebub and, at the sight of the notification, your heart fluttered.

“Can I call you? I want to hear your voice.”

You only grew even more nervous at the sight of the text and, quickly, you composed yourself and pressed the call button “Beel? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” His voice was as monotone and deep as usual but there was a hint of something else there in his tone “I just missed you, I guess.”

Your cheeks heated at his admittance but you tried to keep it cool by letting out a small rather dry laugh “Beelz, you’re so silly, I’m literally in the same building as you.”

“So?”

“So, if you missed me so much, you could just come and see me? What’s stopping you?” You played with the end of your t-shirt, trying your hardest not to sound too much like you wanted him to come over. Except, you know, you did want him to come over.

“Okay.”

You grew confused at the rather short answer, wondering if he’s going to come over or not. But then, there was shuffling on his side of the phone before he started talking again “Belphie said you’re cold.”

“Yeahhh.” Your nervousness gave way to sadness as you remembered your problem at hand “Why is the House of Lamentation so cold?”

“It’s ‘cus it’s so hot outside.”

“That’s what Lucifer said but, I mean, c’mon! This cold? I’m freezing!” You whined into the phone, happy to be returning back to the usual friendly banter both you and Beelzebub always seemed to share.

It was why you loved talking to him and why you loved him, you supposed. He was just so easy to talk to and so comfortable to be with. He made you so happy that you were scared of anything that threatened this seemingly fragile friendship between the two of you.

“Anyway, let me in, I’m outside your door.”

You swore you got up and race to the door in record time. When you opened it, a gust of cold wind came into the room. Your body did a full shiver and, frantically, you pulled Beelzebub into the room “It’s freezing! Come here!”

Beelzebub, like always, let himself get dragged into your room. In fact, he was glad to be dragged. He really had missed you a lot. You had explained that you were too cold to really go anywhere and, since there weren’t any that day, Beelzebub pretty much wasn’t able to see you till now.

The fact that you were fretting over him only made him feel even happier.

“Geez, Beel, I know I said you could come over but give me a lil warning instead of just appearing at the door.” You couldn’t help but chastise him a little even though your heart was joyfully beating erratically in your chest.

You expected him to reply with a somber little apology but, instead of that, he pulled you into his arms, engulfing you with his giant size “I missed you.”

Well, you didn’t have to worry about the cold anymore. Your cheeks and your ears went absolutely steaming and, in an attempt not to seem weirded out by the hug, you frantically returned it “I m-missed you too!”

“You really are cold.” Beelzebub seemed to mutter under his breath and, to make matters worse, he nuzzled his face into your neck, his cheek rubbing against your jaw. His embrace felt warm and safe and you never wanted to leave.

With a sigh, you nodded “You’re really w-warm.”

“Maybe I should stay here for the night to keep you warm?” Beelzebub started pulling away and, before your heart could sink, his forehead was pressed against yours “Since you’re so cold.”

Your eyes widened and, instead of sinking, your heart flew up into your throat. Not trusting your words, you nodded. Unfortunately, the words still flew out your mouth “Take the bed tonight and I'll sleep on the couch.”

What the fuck. Are you an idiot? You mentally cursed yourself, both for basically cock-blocking yourself but also for offering your own bed. Wasn’t that weird?

Thankfully, Beelzebub only laughed and pulled you closer, his warm breath ghosting the side of your face “How will I keep you warm if we’re sleeping in separate places?”

Your soul almost left your body but, instead of protesting, you just nodded. Hopefully, you wouldn’t overheat and die as you slept in the same bed with your crush.

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Made to Order Ficlet ❥ Satan

prompts: “Do you even still love me?” // “Don't lie just to spare my feelings.” warning: very sad, hurt/no comfort, the ending isn’t happy, there is no fluff here a/n: since i was on a roll with the mammon angst fics, i decided to rope satan into it lol

The trouble with your relationship with Satan was that he expected love to be a certain way. Maybe it was because he read all of those romance novels and thought that was just how it was supposed to be. Maybe it was something else. You didn’t know.

All you knew was that your relationship with Satan wasn’t anything like a romance novel. In fact, you were sure nobody’s relationship was. Unfortunately, Satan wasn’t aware of that fact.

Actually, you were pretty sure he thought there was something wrong with your relationship and it frustrated him to the point where there were days where he smothered you with love and days where he didn’t even look like he wanted to touch you.

It made you want to cry but, still, like the idiot you were, you assumed, maybe, that was just how it was. Maybe, he just needed to remember what made him fall in love with you. Maybe, if you waited long enough, the relationship would fix itself.

You were tired of waiting.

You entered his study with a look of determination and you stopped in front of his desk, your hair dishevelled and your eyes red because of all the tears you’ve cried. When he looked up at you, his green eyes cold, you knew this was the right thing to do.

“I want to break up with you.”

The papers in his hands fluttered down to the desk in front of him and his eyebrows furrowed “What do you mean?”

“I don’t want to be with you anymore.” You didn’t know how else to clarify your words.

He scowled “Is there someone else?”

Your heart broke at that because there’s only ever been him for you “Why do you immediately assume that? Like this relationship isn’t the problem?”

Satan momentarily looked stunned and then confused again. You could practically imagine the gears in his head spinning as he tried to swallow the idea of him being wrong. That was one of the things you learned to hate about him. He apparently could never make a mistake.

Perfectionist Satan who always held back his wrath, who always had to seem like the most sophisticated brother, who always had to put on an image of grace and poise. You hated it. You fell in love with the hints of the real Satan; the way he smirked when someone insulted Lucifer, the way he would laugh when he got away with something, the soft look in his eyes when he told you about a part in a book he loved.

“Do you even still love me?” The words left your lips unexpectedly but you let yourself be carried by the emotion they brought out of you “Did you ever even love me? Or did you just love the idea of me?”

“Did you just read about a romance novel one day and decide that you wanted to be in a romance novel too so you just decided, out of a whim, that it would be me? Is that it? Tell me.” You snapped because you had never learned how to hold your wrath back like Satan learned and it all fell out of your mouth, all this anger and hurt.

Satan’s hand pressed against yours as if he was trying to placate you but you weren’t there to be silenced. You were there to get answers because all you’ve been getting this whole time was silence.

“Don’t lie just to spare my feelings.” You pulled your hand back and crossed your arms as if trying to block yourself from him or maybe to stop your arms from reaching out to punch him “This entire relationship has felt like some sort of fucking theatre performance and I don’t want to be a part of it anymore.”

Then, you turned and you left, slamming the door behind you.

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@cypherzero sooorry, i thought if i just said sydney, itd be fine but my timezone is australian eastern daylight time!

also low-key thanks so much for being so supportive and for always being so sweet, ily!

im sooo sorry! @superbiaa pointed out that time zones exist so i have to redo the whole poll and add a little description about time zones.

ill put it here just in case yall don't see it in the poll but like i live in sydney so y'all will have to convert your time zone to mine and answer the poll.

i put a link to a time zone converter in the poll so y'all can use that.

i know it's a huge bother and everything but i just need to know what time to post my stuff so the greatest majority of y'all can read it when you're browsing through your dashboards.

sorry for the inconvenience and thank you so much if you do end up filling the poll!

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Made to Order Ficlet ❥ Belphegor

prompts: “All my brothers have a bet going on about when we’d end up together.” warning: none, tooth rotting fluff

“All my brothers have a bet going on about when we’d end up together.”

You looked up from your book, confused for one second before slowly grinning and then, finally, giggling “How’d you figure that out?”

“Beel told me about it.” Belphegor muttered, obviously irritated. He then positioned himself behind you, frown on his face “My brothers can be the worst sometimes.”

You let him wrap his arms around you and rest his chin on your shoulder. It wasn’t anything new. Often, when Belphegor felt overwhelmed or angry, he came to you to recharge or calm down. It made you absolutely happy whenever you could be a port in a storm for him.

To calm him down further, you ran your hands through his hair “I’m sure they’re just trying to have a little fun. They’re not hurting anyone.”

Belphegor let out a huff at that, obviously disagreeing. He hated the way his brothers always tried to stick their noses into his business, especially when it came to you. They were always asking about you, asking about how he felt about you, asking about the relationship between the two of you.

It made him want to kick their asses.

“How about this?” You put your book to the side and pressed your free hand against Belphegor’s “We can have a little fun at their expense too.”

Belphegor perked up at that but he still raised his eyebrow, confused as to how the two of you could pull it off.

“Well, they don’t know we’re dating right?” You pointed out, a cutely mischievous expression on your face “So, technically, we can tell them anything and they’ll believe it. We can control who wins.”

At that, a lightbulb lit in Belphegor’s mind. He grinned, pulling you even tighter against him. He nuzzled his face into your neck, scattering kisses across your skin “This is why I love you.”

You just laughed, squirming in his grasp “I love you too.”

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im sooo sorry! @superbiaa pointed out that time zones exist so i have to redo the whole poll and add a little description about time zones.

ill put it here just in case yall don't see it in the poll but like i live in sydney so y'all will have to convert your time zone to mine and answer the poll.

i put a link to a time zone converter in the poll so y'all can use that.

i know it's a huge bother and everything but i just need to know what time to post my stuff so the greatest majority of y'all can read it when you're browsing through your dashboards.

sorry for the inconvenience and thank you so much if you do end up filling the poll!

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Made to Order Ficlet ❥ Mammon

prompt: “Shit, is that blood?” // “I don't want to live in a world without you in it” // “Please, stay back, I don't want to hurt you” // “Where were you when I needed you?” warning: angst, very angsty, happy-ish ending? a/n: kind of a continuation of that one ask i did where the mc gets kidnapped? also, lol, sorry if the ending isn’t angsty. i tried to make it a lil funny to make up for the angst. also @ all the people who commented nice things on the other two mammon ficlets i wrote... here’s the angst lol have fun and thanks for liking the other two

“Shit, is that blood?”

You coughed, hand pressed against your side. Red sputtered out your mouth, coating your lips and dribbling down your chin. Your eyes watered and all Mammon could do was desperately wish you wouldn’t cry. If you cried, he would inevitably cry too.

Just seeing you like that, hunched over, in desperate pain; it filled him with a blinding rage he couldn’t understand. Suddenly, his teeth felt too big for his mouth and a growl was crawling it’s way up his throat. He felt his horns grow in and his wings spread and flutter out behind him.

His demonic energy was so strong that it kicked up a wind around him and formed a golden light on his body.

It was almost painful how his power welled up inside of him. It was like it was uncontrollable, like the anger made hit hard to think straight. He clenched his fists and screamed, trying to calm himself down.

Suddenly, his feet were moving on their own and he had that disgusting demon that dared touch you pressed against the wall “You— You— You did this!”

When all the demon did was smirk back, Mammon took their throat into his hands and squeezed. He just kept squeezing and squeezing until he was forcing the air out of the demon. Then, the demon was dead but Mammon kept going.

Their neck snapped under his grip and, still, he held on, his frustration and sadness goading him to keep going.

“Mammon?”

He dropped the body and quickly turned around, eyes wide and panicked “Please, stay back, I don’t want to hurt you.”

You just smiled at him, your legs obviously weak as you slowly made your way to him. He was pressed against the wall now, trying to stay as far as he could away from you. “Please, don’t touch me.”

You coughed again and more blood left your mouth. You stumbled, falling to your knees and, on instinct, he flew forward and grabbed you before you could hit the ground.

Despite desperately wanting you to stay away from him, he was clutching at your almost lifeless body, pressing it close to him and pressing your face into his neck. Tears left his eyes and he swallowed down a sob, brain grasping at straws and trying to figure out how to save you.

“I don’t want to live in a world without you in it.” The words left his mouth before he could stop them and his tone was wet with grief as if you were already dead.

And weren’t you? You were just a weak little human and he was the demon that was supposed to protect you. He was assigned to save you and he failed and, now, because of his mistake, you had to pay with your life.

He held onto you tighter as if he was the glue that was keeping your spirit attached to your body, as if letting go meant you’d immediately die. He knew for a fact that you’d die either way, no matter how tightly he held on, but still, he couldn’t help but hope.

You laughed almost dryly before leaning up to whisper something in his ear “Where were you when I needed you?”

Slowly, Mammon lowered your body a little so that he could look at your face. Your expression was almost malicious and angry as you stared up at him, your eyes lifeless and your mouth open as blood gushed out, coating your chin.

Immediately, Mammon sat up, gasping, his hand pressed against his chest. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to calm himself down. His heart was beating a mile a minute in his chest as if he had just ran a marathon.

Quickly, almost desperately, Mammon’s hand flew out to feel the side of your bed. His hand landed almost harshly against your ass and you stirred, grumbling about the time.

He kept his hand on your ass, letting your presence calm him down. You were okay. You were fine. He snapped that demon’s neck and took you home. You were kidnapped but you were okay. You were alive.

Then, a thought crossed Mammon’s mind. How long could he keep you that way, though?

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Made to Order Ficlet ❥ Leviathan

prompts: “You've been staring at me for the past half hour” // “Show me what's been on your mind” // “Can you feel what you're doing to me?” warning: spicy content, reader has a lowkey hand kink a/n: this is just me thirsting over all those gamer boys with really lithe hands and long fingers lol sorry im like this

You wanted to concentrate on the game console in your hand. Really, you did. You loved the game you were playing and you always looked forward to being one step closer to finishing it for the second time. You loved the game that much.

However, it really was hard to concentrate on much when Leviathan was sitting right next to you.

His hands were on his controller and, before, when you were a naïve child, that wouldn’t have been a big deal. Now, thought, your eyes have been opened to how wonderful Leviathan’s hands looked. They flexed every single time his fingers pushed a button, his veins straining against his skin. There was just something to the way his thumb rolled that joystick that made your mind slam dunk straight into the gutter.

You were pulled out of your trance by Leviathan suddenly harshly pressing a button and throwing his controller to the side “You’ve been staring at me for the past half hour. What do you want?”

Quickly, you tried to look busy with your handheld “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He snatched it from you quite easily for a weak otaku shut in. Then, he waved the thing in your face and you cringe at the fact that you were literally at the opening menu so you couldn’t even pretend you had been gaming and not staring at him.

“I-I just—” Your cheeks heated up a little and you couldn’t bring yourself to look him directly in the eye “You know—”

From the corner of your eyes, you could see him roll his eyes “No, I don’t know. It’s why I’m asking you why you were staring.”

Then, apparently, it was his turn to blush a bit “It’s distracting. I can’t play with you just constantly staring at—”

As if struck by a sudden thought, he glanced down at his hands, open and closing them as if flexing his fingers. Your face turned even hotter just watching it and, apparently, when that happened, Leviathan was able to put two and two together.

“Were you staring at my hands?”

“No!” You quickly tried to deny and, to make it worse, you pushed a throw pillow his direction as if covering his hands with it would help the burning sensation that covered your ears.

Apparently, you protested to much because Leviathan was pulling you to him, wrangling you into his lap. You really were in awe of how strong he was and how easily he could overpower you for someone who didn’t even go outside of his room much.

When you finally stopped struggling, your back was pressed against Leviathan’s chest, his arms wrapped around your waist. You were beyond flustered at this point and you were sure that, if you were in a cartoon, smoke would be pouring out of your ears.

“Show me what’s been on your mind.” Leviathan spoke and his breath brushed against your already hot ears.

Slowly, you glanced at him as if trying to read the atmosphere of the room. What surprised you was the fact that Leviathan, like you, was flustered as well, his cheeks red and his eyes directed straight at your lap.

You cautiously started touching his hands. You couldn’t help but bite your lip as your fingertips traced his veins, ghosted across his knuckles, brushed against the palm of his hand. Then, almost haltingly, you started directing his hand towards your crotch.

At first, he resisted but, when you panicked and pulled your hand away, his hand continued down, cupping your clothed but very obviously aroused sex “Is this what you were thinking about?”

Your eyes fluttered close at his first touch and you couldn’t help but frantically nod, embarrassed but turned on as hell. Eventually, though, when he hadn’t moved, you managed to wrench your eyes open and glance at him.

Both of your eyes met and you only grew more flustered.

“S-Sorry.” You stuttered out, obviously apologising for weirdly sexualising his hand “J-Just— You ha-have pretty hands.”

“You were watching my hands, imagining what it’d look like here instead of on a controller? Is that it?” The confidence in Leviathan’s voice didn’t match his flustered expression but, still, you found yourself even more turned on by it.

So, of course, you nodded, grinding down on his hand “Can you feel what you’re doing to me?”

Leviathan shyly nodded before frowning a little “Take off your shorts.”

Unlike before, your hesitation was gone. If there was a possibility that Leviathan could use his beautiful hand to make you feel good, you would do anything to make it happen. You shed your shorts and then your underwear before plopping yourself back down on his lap

“Please.” Your voice came out needy and wanting which, in turn, only seemed to spur Leviathan on.

He couldn’t understand your weird fascination for his hand but he wasn’t going to question it when it got you this desperate for his touch. He liked the way you muttered that small little please, like he was the one in control, like you’d beg for even an ounce of his attention.

This power went straight to his head and he’d be damned if he didn’t take advantage of it.