#obey me drabbles

[onyourowndaisymae]

thinking about satan's tail telling on him despite how composed he tries to be. it's a wild little appendage, all barbs and sharp edges people usually avoid. it flicks about in irritation, scratches floorboards and furniture like a riled cat when he's aggravated over something or other. when he's calm, it winds around his leg like an obedient pet waiting for its master's command.

but with you? it's a different story.

ankles. wrists. legs. arms. hips, even. the spiney tail has a mind of its own, constantly wrapping around your vulnerable points to keep you tethered to satan's side. he could be mid-argument with one of his imbecile brothers when he stops to recognize a weight tugging somewhere vaguely behind him-- you, barbs poking at your wrist as it keeps you ensnared yet unharmed, smiling sheepishly at him as he grows flustered by the trap he's got you in. one of the brothers gives you a silent thanks before slipping away from what was surely an impending fight.

satan's cheeks are rosy as he gingerly grabs between the links of his tail and tugs. but the damn thing is too partial to you. each tug only finds it tightening its grip on your fragile human skin. after several minutes of various strategies to free you-- yanking, ignoring, even attempting to coax it back to his side-- your delighted giggle makes him flop down on the couch in defeat.

the two of you must come to terms with a simple fact: satan, consciously or not, deems it necessary to keep you by his side.

[mammonsrockstargf]

HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS

contents: gn!reader, sfw, fluff, petnames (sweetheart, treasure)

Mammon watches you from the bar in the stuffy nightclub you’ve found yourselves in. He’s surprised you agreed to go. When Asmodeus initially proposed the idea (begged, with a pout on his lips and a pink glint in his eyes. “Please, sweetheart, it won’t be fun without you! Please, please, please–“) Mammon thought for sure that you were going to say no. He was already preparing to swoop in, say something about a private movie night, and steal you away to his room.

Instead, you’re here. The outfit Asmo picked out for you compliments your body perfectly. You look beautiful, but more so you look comfortable as well. Body effortlessly swaying to the music, a relaxed smile on your lips as Asmo puts his hands on your hips and pulls you close.

It’s all friendly. At least that’s what you think. But Mammon sees the glint in his brother’s eye, the subtle smile on his lips.

Of course, Mammon had to come too. How could he leave you here? He’s already spotted several demons looking at you for a little too long. He isn’t sure if they’re into you, or if they want to eat you. It’s probably both. But none of it matters. Mammon has already glared holes into their faces. None of them would dare touch you.

Besides that, you’re dancing with the Avatar of Lust. The demon might seem all sugar and body lotion, but no one would dare steal Asmo’s prey from him.

Yes, the real enemy here is Asmodeus. Sweet, lovely Asmo who definitely looks like he wants to devour you whole. Mammon loves his brother more than anything, but the yellow monster in the pit of his stomach is becoming increasingly harder to ignore.

Asmo leans down, whispering something in your ear. You gasp slightly, mouth falling agape, clearing feeling flustered.

Yeah, that’s enough.

Mammon walks away from the bar, making a beeline for you. Within seconds, he’s in front of you, pushing Asmo out of the way. The younger demon pouts, but nevertheless he gives your hand a kiss before slipping away to some other corner of the club. Presumably to find a succubus or incubi to spend the night with. (Or maybe both?)

You’re all smiles as you wrap your arms around Mammon’s neck, pulling him into you. Big hands settle on your hips as you nuzzle your nose into his neck, breathing in his cologne. “Hi, Mams,” you mutter.

It’s quiet, barely audible over the loud music blasting in the speakers, but Mammon hears it. He always hears you. Lips press against his skin, and Mammon feels a shudder run down his spine, his ears growing red.

“Hey, treasure,” he says, fondness laced into every word. “You havin’ fun?”

You hum, pulling him closer. It should be awkward, the way you’re embracing in the middle of the dance floor. Sweaty bodies everywhere, several pairs of demons shamelessly making out, fangs and forked tongues clashing against each other, but Mammon doesn’t take note of any of it, except from your warm body pressed against his. At this moment, he wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else.

If home is where the heart is, then Mammon’s home is right here in this nightclub, with sticky floors and sweat in the air all included.

Mammon kisses the crown of your head, breathing in your smell. Shampoo, human, and so very you. It’s intoxicating.

“Are ya ready to go home?” he asks, and you nod.

“Yes, please,” you reply, voice groggy with sleep as you detach yourself from his neck and smile up at him.

“Can I sleep in your bed tonight?”

Mammon thinks his heart almost stops. He swears you’re going to be the death of him one day.

“Yeah, s– sure. Just don’t go hoggin’ all the blankets, okay!”

[alexxncl]

masterlist | more drabbles/hcs

firmly believe that thirteen pours bits of solomon's candle onto mc's every once in a while bc she doesn't wanna lose them (she'll never admit to it though)

solomon knows about this and he doesn't care, he'd give up his immortality for them any day

mc is completely clueless to this and doesn't realize they're aging slower since they spend so much time in the devildom with the brothers

the brothers don't pick up on it either, they don't come into contact with humans outside of solomon on a regular basis and fail to notice

barbatos knows and won't interfere, he'd hate losing them as well, but he's never mentioned it to diavolo and plans to keep it that way

[lovetei]

AaAaaaHHHHHH I loved your “Things that the citizens of the Devildom witnessed that will prove that this Human have the characters at their beck and call” post lol :P

Could you plssssss do it w the side characters? Especially barbatos I love him. He’s my bbg lol

Sure, I'm actually just waiting for someone to request it :P

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Things that the citizens of the Devildom witnessed that will prove that this Human have the characters at their beck and call

Versions: Demon Brothers, Side Characters

Warnings: Slight yandere themes (Barbatos, Simeon)

Links: Masterlist

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DIAVOLO

He doesn't actually like going around

Sure, it's mentioned a lot of times that he want to visit this or that

But only if you or the others are willing to come with him

Otherwise it's as boring as doing paperworks

He won't even come out to meet important personalities

They need to come to the castle themselves because there's no damn way Diavolo will actually use effort to meet people he's actually not too close to.

But when it's you?

Damn, you better bet the moment you told him "Hey, Diavolo... I'm kind of stuck in the plaza and the brothers are surely too busy to pick me up so can you send me a driver..?"

How dare you ask for a driver?

When he's literally right there?

The moment the words "I'm kind of stuck in the plaza-" He's already in his most luxurious car starting it to get his future spouse

Hell, he'll even bought a flower before getting to you

And you two will make a scene

And you two will surely make it to the news tomorrow

He'll arrive to the place in something quite formal yet still casual

With a bouquet of flowers in his hands

Like the perfect future husband he is

And open the door for you to get in

And if you're asking why Barbados didn't do anything against him...

Well, he's got a few mouse friends there for help.

Anyways, enjoy the ride

And sign the marriage papers

Please

BARBATOS

His power holds such an important role for Diavolo

He's such a powerful "demon"

It would actually be quite nice if you were just a little more closer to him

But if you are...

He's willing to use this oh so important power for you like it's just a mere toy

You fell on the stairs and someone saw it? Reversed.

You failed a test? Reversed.

You made the wrong decision? Reversed.

If Diavolo actually saw how much he's rambling the time lines just for you he'll go insane.

Hell, he'll pass out when he knows that Barbatos is letting you use his power like he's some hourglass!

But Barbatos knows you

And he likes you

He knows that someone like you won't actually take advantage of his power like that

And would always choose to do things without it

He knows that he's your last resort

And he loves it

He loves that fact that you treasure his power so much

That you treasure him so much...

His power might seem to be the most important tool for you among the other abilities the brothers and the others gave you

And so that basically puts him above the food chain

And he'll stay there

He'll make sure you will view him as important as right now

For all internity

SIMEON

He treasures himself and the people around him so much

But mostly himself

Because that's what father told them to do

He treat his body like the temple of god

He'll walk around the Devildom with pride in himself

Not too much but not too less

He knows his worth

So when he met you

Such a wonderful human

He will also teach you how to put pride in yourself

And always be proud on what you're doing

And then he'll start to get drawn to you

The body he oh so treasured now treated like a toy for you

He once valued naturality but maybe using this makeup you love so much will make him appear more attractive?

"Oh, Simeon? Did you use some foundation and mascara?! That looks so good on you!"

Yes, MC.

Just look at him

It all started with dressing up more for you

Then it escalated

The body he once didn't let anyone touch is now open for you

Just for you

Hold his hand

Grab his waist

And use his shoulders

Ha...

God won't punish him for a little touch now would he..?

SOLOMON

He's shady and he knows it

It's been so long and he's been around may too many people

He doesn't know who to trust anymore

And who to be honest with

He always have to keep himself alarmed and ready

Because that's what the past taught him to do

And that's what the present is telling him to do

Oh, another human?

How nice...

He just hope you don't end up like him

Overly conscious

You know what... He'll help you

He doesn't want a human to fall to the same hole he is right now

He thought that he'll be the one to guide you

He didn't know that you'll guide him...

And now he's willing to do anything for you

He's willing to follow you anywhere

He's willing to give you anything

He's willing to be your loyal servant

Just like Barbatos, he's willing to use everything he have just keep you by his side

Whether it be human, demon, angel connections, money or power

It can be anything and he'll give it you

To the human who showed him the light once again.

MEPHISTOPHELES

He's a private person

That's why he has a whole ass room reserved just for him in the academy

It can't help but have his blood boiling whenever one of the brothers barging into his room unannounced

The sense of nervousness won't leave him whenever Diavolo came to visit him

And the mixed feelings when the other exchange students decided to drop by

But when you enter his room

The light started to get a little darker

And the atmosphere turned into something heavier yet more comforting feeling

Have you drank anything you're not supposed to drink human?

What's this atmosphere around you human?

Did you... Cast a spell on him human?

To be honest

It'll be better for him to know that you cast a love spell on him

Than for him to consciously know that he's falling for you

Falling for the human others already love

But he can't help but say "Why don't you stay a little longer, MC?" Whenever you drop by.

"You can stay and do your assignments or whatever here. I have a vast collection of books you might need."

It might be selfish but why don't you stay a little longer?

Stay inside this private room with him

And only him.

RAPHAEL

He's known as a hitman

And his job down here is to probably spy on Simeon or Lucifer

But this weird human caught his eyes...

Maybe he should spy on you too?

Hmm... Why are you so different?

Are you the premium version of human?

But either way...

He saw how tired you were after each day ends

It looks like this place have sucked any living hope and energy out of you

So he took this as a problem and decided to come up with a solution

He decided to help you run around errands and even take some of your work loads

Gosh... You're so busy

So tiring

Sometimes you two will just find yourself in the dark and unused alley of the school

Sitting on the floor with each others head on your shoulder

You'd mutter "So tired..." And he will pat your head to help you at least have a few minutes of nap between work.

And before he knows it

It became a habit for the two of you

Instead of going to the dark alley you decided to take some nap in the cafeteria and even on empty classrooms

The Brothers will not found you two scattered all over the academy sleeping on each other

And before he even noticed

Whenever the slightest danger occurs he's already jumping in front of you and pushing you back as he shield your fragile body

THIRTEEN

She's such a trouble maker

And you're an expert in keeping trouble makers in line

And Thirteen will make sure she don't follow that line!

She keeps on pulling pranks

Traps here

Traps there

Gosh will she ever stop

Then one day you got so busy that your usual scolding for her didn't happened

Not even once

She felt empty without your nagging voice I guess?

But that doesn't matter!

At least, now, no one will stop her from doing what she loves!

No one...

Will stop her?

But who will scold her when she's about to do an extremely dangerous prank where she might get hurt?

Who will treat her wounds when she accidentally scratched her with one of her schemes?

It's been just a few days without your nagging voice and she's already at your doorstep in the middle of a night on a weekend asking

"Are you ignoring me?"

"Why aren't you talking to me anymore?"

"Are you tired of me now..?"

It feels like she'll start crying if she says anything more so you just denied everything and said that your schedule have been fully packed

Even saying that you're a new member of the council so you became more busy

She felt so embarrassed after that

But she started to treasure your relationship more

And maybe...

Waiting in the line is not that big of a deal if it's for you...

[loveydovey-leviathan]

you pull them by their belt and hold their waist

obey me x gn! reader

warnings: a tiny bit suggestive on asmo's part

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it’s rather hard to catch lucifer off guard, but congratulations! you succeeded. as he felt you pull his belt and tumbles somewhat gracefully into your arms, he holds onto your shoulders to stabilise himself from the surprise manoeuver. with not an inch of space between the two of you, he gives you a charming smirk- the one he knows you swoon for. “oh?” gently pinch the fat of his waist and pull him into a kiss, it’ll humble him.

mammon yelps as he all but crashes into you, even though you’re sure you didn’t pull that hard. “w-what was that for, huh?!” his face is so close if you so much as squirmed, you would kiss. and fortunately, he does- he’s never been one to stay still for very long. but he holds still as soon as your lips touch his. he hooks his arms around your neck to pull you even closer, and whines when you stop and say that the two of you can’t do this in the hallway.

leviathan lets out a very wobbly sound, and his hands are clamped up against his chest. you’ll have to gently tell him that it’s fine to hold you, and he’ll shakily put his hands on your shoulder. “y-you can’t just do that! give me a week- no, 2 weeks warning before you pull a killer move like this!!” he sounds like he’s complaining but the red on his face and the way he’s trying to hide an embarrassed smile is enough to tell you that he very much enjoys it. give him a kiss on the cheek if you want to, he’ll faint though.

“you..” you know just how to tug at satan’s heartstrings in all the right ways, don’t you? you’re 100% using the fact that he’s an absolute hopeless romantic for things like this to your own benefit, but he can’t get mad. not when he’s enjoying this as much as you are. gently pull him close, place your hand on his cheek and kiss him- maybe even dip him if you can. he’ll be yours forever.

asmodeus lets out the most dramatic gasp, like you ripped off his clothes right then and there when all you did was pull at his belt and hold his waist. he stares at you in shock for 2 seconds before he lets out the cutest giggle and practically throws himself onto you. “oh, dearie~ of course you want to hold me! who wouldn’t?” his arms around your neck pull you closer and he covers you in kisses, and now your face feels sticky from his lip gloss. if you mention it, he’ll invite you over to his room so he could help you wipe it off and spend the rest of the day with him.

beelzebub kind of just looks at you for a while, like he’s still processing what you’re doing. when his brain finally catches up to him and he realises he rather likes this position, he lets out the tiniest “oh..”. if you rub gentle circles into his hip while you hold his waist- he’ll fucking melt. his cheeks heat up and he looks down, he’s kind of embarrassed but he wants you to continue.

belphegor looks at where you’re holding and smiles- and he’s all flustered but he manages to look you in the eyes and tell you he likes it. “don’t worry, you can have me all to yourself. i won’t go anywhere.” he’ll try his best to not fall asleep, but he always wants to close his eyes when you hold him like this. before he knows it, he’s leaning on your shoulder and his head is tucked into the crook of your neck.

diavolo’s eyes widen at the unfamiliar feeling and then lets out one of his booming laughs. his cheeks start to heat up and he’s always surprised when you make him feel this way. “how courageous, my dear.” he’ll expect it to be a one-time thing but he’ll be pleasantly startled if you do it again. and every time, he gives you a light peck on the cheek. his favourite part is always when the position inevitably turns into a very long hug.

barbatos sucks in the smallest gust of air when he feels your hands on his waist, but his face soon turns neutral (though the pink on his cheeks are still there). “you certainly know how to surprise me, love.” his hand is under his chin like he usually does when he’s contemplating something or someone he finds amusing. he might do the same thing to you, but he likes it more when you do it.

you hear the most beautiful, softest gasp you’ve ever heard. simeon has always been breathtaking, but he’s even more so when his hands are delicately placed on your shoulder. he lets out the prettiest laugh you’ve ever heard and moves closer. “hello to you too, dove.” the way he looks at you will never not make your heart melt. it’s soft and sweet with just a hint of guilt and uncertainty- like he’s not sure he should be doing this with you but he will anyway because it makes him happy, and it seems to make you smile as well.

solomon looks at you in shock before he giggles, a sound that’s always been light and comforting. “something wrong, darling?” he teases, but in all honesty- moments like this are the reasons he wakes up in the morning. when he turns around in his bed and sees you sleeping peacefully, he knows he wouldn’t give this up for anything in the world. he could write a book on everything you make him feel, but for now- he relishes in this moment and kisses you like it’s the last time you’ll meet.

honorary mention:

yuki’s usually blank and rather daydreamy stare is gone when they feel a tug on their belt and a hand on their waist, replaced with a look of surprise, but it’s gone in an instant and in its place is content. “do you need something, lovely?” no matter your answer, all they do is give an airy chuckle. they’re known to be patient, but never when it comes to you, so it won’t take long for them to gently place their hand on the back of your neck and pull you closer- only to kiss the corner of your lips.

[masterofdemons]

Hello. Today I offer you this.

[bevy-obeyme]

Lucifer Facts!!:

- He is actually an affectionate drunk.

- He loves all kinds of music, ranging from classical and cursed records to even metal and rock.

- Lucifer is very passionate about theatre and loves musicals.

- Surprisingly enough, Lucifer hates technopop.

- He refers to himself as a ‘’Demonus Enthusiast’’.

- Lucifer is not a fan of modern art.

- Like Mammon, Lucifer is not a morning demon.

- Lucifer is skilled in playing a range of instruments. Some honourable mentions are piano, violin, guitar and even the drums.

- He is also stated to be a good vocalist.

- Lucifer likes his beverages strong. A valid example would be that he likes his tea that is grown in the ground and covered by solidified volcanic lava that amplifies its sweetness.

[rae-writes]

⊹ Candles ⊹

sprinting back for my baby's birthday, my precious, lovely, sweet avatar of greed, love of my life, Mammon my beloved || 0.3k

Black, gold, and white balloons were blown up and tied off on varying furniture, as well as thrown out onto the floor, accompanied by strewn out golden glitter. 

The party was loud, and shiny, and enjoyably messy— and it was Mammon. 

Because if the tenth day of September was anything, it was his day. His birthday was one of his favorite days of the year because he could be greedy, hog the spotlight, and no one could call him scummy for it. 

The led lights turn a yellowish-white as everyone moves the second born to the front and center, crowding around him as his cake is brought out. 

It was big— grandeur— matte black with liquid gold dripping off. Sparkly was an understatement, and on the top, were six white candles that spelled out his name. 

But what was usually his time to boast and holler was…hushed now. His sapphire hues glanced your way with a hand held out. 

“Are you excited for your birthday, Mams?” You murmured, scratching his scalp as you both laid out on your bed. 

“‘M always excited for Mammon Day…” His response was oddly quiet, nuzzling into your stomach. 

“..but..?” 

“Will ya…blow out my candles with me, Mc?” Mammon tightened his arms around your waist, peeking up from underneath his lashes. A faint pink hue was coated across his cheeks. 

“Ever since ya came into my life, you’ve been m’wish. Ev’ry year. So I— I want..I want y’to blow them out with me this time..’s only right, y’know? That way, it’ll be like…you’re granting my wish personally..”

You smiled, eyes no doubt reflecting soft infatuation. Your feet carried you under the spotlight with Mammon and your fingers laced with his. 

As everyone sang ‘Happy Birthday’, you never broke his gaze, keeping your eyes locked with his. At the end of the song, you lovingly whispered into his ear, “Happy birthday to you~” 

His blush was blistering, but for once, he didn’t care. The smile across his face was lovesick and giddy and he was so proud that you were next to him. 

You both took a breath…and gently blew out his candles. 

“Did you wish for me again?” 

“Ya know I did, baby…y’r all I want.” 

And your heart has been, was, and will always be placed delicately in his hands, wrapped in a golden bow. All for him. 

[coriannawrites]

Thinking about unbridled tension with Diavolo because…

If there’s something Diavolo wants, he will get it.

Lucifer, the once beloved Morningstar, takes a metaphorical knee when he sees Diavolo.

Barbados, a being who could bend time at will has acquiesced to Diavolo’s command.

He will get the three realms to unify. The naysayers who think Diavolo will flounder and fail cannot comprehend how wrong they are.

No one can comprehend that Diavolo will unify the three realms because he will have you.

It’s not up for debate. A mild human interest kickstarted Diavolo’s appreciation of you. You were much more appealing than Solomon, your wary eyes a mismatch for his that screamed power.

Yes. Diavolo’s been watching.

When you beguiled Mammon into a pact, when you took Levi and Beel as collateral. He nearly proposed to you when you claimed Lucifer as yours. How bold.

But Diavolo can bide his time. He knows you want him, he’s seen and preened at the side glances you give him. Gone shirtless or worn a tight fitting shirt to give you something to think about for the rest of the week. He’s crowded into your space, a “clueless” smile on why you’re so nervous.

Barbatos eerily applauded you for making Diavolo so patient. You didn’t understand his comment, but didn’t dwell on it because Diavolo walks in. And when he comes in, he demands your attention. Who are you to look away from the Prince of the Devildom himself?

Oh no. You’ll keep looking. You like what you see.

Diavolo gets everything he wants. He likes where you’re at now, the unbidden tension. Will you snap? Will he? How far do humans go before they say, “fuck it” and spill their heart out.

Diavolo will unify the three realms. And he will have you.

[leviathans-watching]

➳ simeon x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

➳ wc: .3k | rated g | m.list

“No, I’m totally over him,” you say firmly, wishing just one of the brothers would believe you. “I mean, we didn’t talk at all over break, and I saw in Devilgram he got a back to school haircut. Everyone knows crushes don’t stay, especially after there’s been a haircut.”

“That is true,” Mammon nods.

“Well, not for me, of course,” Asmo sighs, putting his chin on his hands. “That just seems to make me more popular.”

“Well, this isn’t about you,” you say. “It’s about me! A me who is completely and totally over—“

“Over who?” Asks Simeon, sliding between you and Satan, all long-legged and sun-striped in the human realm’s sun. His haircut, you realize with a slow sinking horror as your cheeks start to heat, looks nice.

Belphie takes one look at your face and begins to snicker, hiding his face in Beel’s shoulder.

“I didn’t know you liked someone,” Simeon continues, looking at you earnestly. His deep brown eyes sparkle and he leans towards you, too close. You manage a nervous chuckle.

“Yeah, liked,” Mammon replies, emphasizing the past tense. “MC here really insists those feelings no longer remain.”

“Well that’s a shame for the lucky guy,” Simeon comments, and you can’t breathe for a moment.

“Ah, uh,” you say intelligently.

He chuckles. “Oh man, I missed you over the summer. We definitely should catch up. Maybe grab a bite to eat after classes.”

“T-together?”

“Hopefully together,” Simeon teases. “So, what do you say?”

The boys all share amused looks at your silence before Lucifer, of all of them, speaks up.

“MC agrees,” he says mildly, and Simeon beams.

“Great,” he says, standing. “I’ll catch you after school. My treat.”

As he lopes off, sending a fluttering wave to you over his shoulder, Mammon raises his eyebrows at you.

“Completely and totally over him?”

“I may have…regressed.”

leviathans-watching’s work - please do not copy, repost, or claim as your own

[devildomditzy]

“Alright, again.”

“Mammon, c’mon, do I have to? We’ve been at this for hours?”

He clicks his tongue in annoyance, hands flying to his hips.

“Well, we wouldn’t have to be if your form wasn’t so sloppy. So c’mon, arms up.”

You lazily lift them, noticing the extra pull of tension you felt from the overexertion of moving all day.

“Tighten!”

You lock your elbows as best as you can, bawling your hands into fists.

Mammon takes a step back, shifting his hips so one foot took precedent in front of the other to steady himself.

“Now, come at me.”

Honestly, you don’t think you have anything left to come at him with, but talking your way out of it doesn’t seem to be working.

“This is so dumb. Why do I need to learn self defense?”

He gawks at you like the answer is so obvious. “So you can defend yourself? What kinda question is that?”

“Why do I need to know? Shouldn’t my guardian demon always be there to protect me?”, you tease.

He gives you a pointed look, before breaking into his usual bravado.

“Of course The Great Mammon’s gonna protect ya! But what if while I’m kicking one guy’s ass, some other guy comes up behind ya? You need to know what to do!”

You don’t know why he’s so fixated on this, but you assume it has more to do with his recent Deviltube search history of “cool fighting moves” and “sick karate”, then actually being worried about your well-being

“I know what to do. I’d use one of my other pacts to call your brothers.”

“Hey w-what? Those guys? Are ya kidding me? Ya don’t need them, ya only need me!”

“Exactly, which is why I’m going back to my room. My first man’s got it covered.”

You throw in the nickname just as an extra precaution. If you could catch him off guard and turn him into a stuttering mess, maybe he’d forget about this whole thing and you could go face plant directly onto your bed to get some much needed rest.

As you start to walk past him, you’re surprised at the speed of which he grabs your shoulder, pulling you into his arms and locking you tight, your back against his chest.

“See? If ya’d just listen to me, you’d know how to get outta this, wouldn’t ya?”

You wiggle and squirm to the best of your ability to free yourself, but you know it’s no use. He is the second strongest brother.

“Mammooonnnn please,” you whine, trying to crane your neck back to see his face. “I’m tired.”

“I know, on account of you remindin’ me every five seconds!”

You huff and glare back at him, continuing to attempt to jostle free.

“Just break outta this and I’ll let you go for the day.”

It’s all too easy, really, to get one over the avatar of greed. Maybe not for some people, but you seemed to have a special effect on him.

“Fine,” you say, leaning your head back as far as you can in his grasp and leaving a timid kiss to his cheek.

The response is instantaneous.

“H-HEY! W-What was that! Whaddya think you’re doin’?”

He quickly lets go and stumbles back, stammering as he brings a hand up to his face to cup where your lips had just been in disbelief.

“I think I’m going to my room to lay down.”

You start to walk past him as he stands there, dumbstruck.

“Are you coming or not?”

He doesn’t give you much of a verbal response, letting out a quick “tch”, but like clockwork, you find him catching up to you, falling into stride at your side, grumbling to himself, “Stupid human with their stupid cheatin. I outta start chargin’ ya for these lessons.”

[onyourowndaisymae]

"why do you guys put clothes out on the line if there's no sun in the devildom?"

"it's not the sunlight that dries them. it's the heat."

"oh. right."

"it's something we used to do back in the celestial realm. i guess we never stopped." beelzebub tossed a big sheet up on the clothesline, effortlessly pinning it into place. a small breeze made the fabric billow gracefully. for a moment, you could almost hear the birds chirping under gold sunrays in the garden of eden. "plus they smell nice after drying outside."

belphegor gave a lethargic nod as he handed you another wet shirt to dry. "napping on warm bedsheets is really nice."

you could understand why. the scorching heat of hell had simmered into a soft, bearable warmth, like a summer's day back home when the sun began to embrace the horizon.

you took a long look down the clothesline at the row of garments swaying in the breeze as the chatter between the twins faded into the background. mammon's pajama pants looked silly next to one of asmo's silk bathrobes. there was a dark sweater on the line-- satan's, a thicker one he wears during the colder months-- and for a moment you thought it might be one of lucifer's. belphie passed you something else to hang, and you held it for a moment as it dripped onto the grass below. it's yours. your RAD uniform is wrinkled from the wash.

for a moment, your mind wanders back to your journey. the days you've spent in the devildom bleed into the afternoons at the park back home. did the brothers play tag in the gardens of the celestial realm, too? did some angel pick their tired bodies from the ground and carry them to bed as they drifted off to sleep? did the heat of the devildom's arid climate remind them of the exhaustion after a long day in heaven's never ending light? when did it start reminding you of the trip your family took to the desert you senior year of high school?

do the memories of what could have been nag at the future of what will be for them too, or are you the only one blending realms like watercolors in your mind?

"do you need help reaching the line?" beel asks, already pulling the line down to your height and you out of your thoughts. belphie is looking at you curiously.

with a smile and without a word, you hang your shirt with a sense of triumph and watch it flutter in the wind. like the smell of laundry soap in the air, your new life mixes with the old.

[romcomeon]

「 ꨄ︎ 」 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 .ᐟ

⁀➴ in death, we never part

⋮ NOTE DETAILS — solomon x gn!mc. zombie!solomon au. early halloween special. cw: blood, biting, signs of decay. wc ≈ 1.7K .ᐟ

⋮ SINCERELY, ME — featuring our beloved immortal sorcerer... or is he?

It is human nature to keep dark, bloody secrets.

That sickeningly sweet smell of decadent flesh, carefully paired with a bright savory drizzle of blood and barrage of soft tissue — all perfectly packaged into an impeccable main course near complete from being served atop a dinner table.

You were torture; Solomon could no longer resist.

Locked away in the safe confines of his room, his nails scratching the underside of his hardwood desk. Traces of luminous liquid splatter on the floor in spontaneous droplets, syncs of 'pitter-patter' as the pool casts a mirror-like shine with arrays of blazing candlelight illuminating the study. For speckles and shards of broken glass have scattered across the table.

The sorcerer pants, his head hung low as he tries to catch his breath. What little remained of his beating heart and working lungs, idly coming to a halt with every 'tick' of the grandfather clock mounted against blood-stained carpet walls.

It was a day he dreaded most. The day his self-restraining elixir loosens from its knot along the woven thread.

With a simple nudge then slip of his hand, the bright diamond-shaped vile smashes itself on the table's surface. His last hope, oozing in a small puddle, rendering the potion useless.

Curses muttered beneath shaky breaths: that vile was airtight for a reason. "Drat." Solomon's voice cracked, with each gasp of air growing more frantic than the last.

His hand lifts itself up and tangles within platinum locks, feeling his hair grow thinner with each pulling stroke. Whisked in the air was the growing aroma of oxidized flesh, tickling his nostrils, causing his mouth to salivate.

No.

The heavens forbid he turns into the cadaver buried all those centuries ago. Every twitch of gray eyes whose irises slowly turn translucent, every prick of blood trailing from the corner of his lips, every sign of life losing itself from his fingertips.

You feel the wooden door crash against its frame, locking you with the sorcerer. A fellow human, you thought.

"A fellow human," you hoped still. You could only stand in horror, watching as the familiar figure morphs itself in tainted galore, with every following tick leaving the other gnawing at the high black collar for his turtleneck.

For one second he was his usual cunning self, entertaining your simple choice of visiting Purgatory Hall.

Despite the warm welcome, you've noticed how his usual light skin had gotten paler, almost gray and dry. How the bags under his eyes grew more prominent. How with every chance he took a stealing glance, his breath hitches; lens scanning you with underlying intent.

"Have you been sleeping?" you asked, placing the cup of a nauseating mixture of spices on the table.

Solomon raises a brow. "Hm?"

You simply cocked your head, pointing at the glaring dark circles on his face. "Your eyes. You look dead as hell," you said.

"Ah," he followed with a soft chuckle. "It's from spell research. Not to worry."

You hummed in discontent —that wasn't the answer you wanted. "You always say that," you pouted, resting your chin on your hand, with your elbow supported by the plush blue armrest. "What are even you researching anyway?"

He sighed, taking a sip of his concoction. "It's rather important," he says in rehearsed diction, before staring back at you with that lingering gaze once more.

Seems like you could never get a proper answer, only averting your eyes so as to not shiver from his blatant choice of action. Had it not been obvious? You think he wasn't able to catch himself this time. Sure you recalled the moments of his longing stare, but those were different. Those were momentary glimpses that he'd use to tease you when given the incentive.

These were different.

Those weren't the only oddities you've noticed. Along the cuffs was an ombre of muddled blue, with veins bulging from its underside. Before you were able to point it out, Solomon excuses himself, tugging his sleeve to cover the marks.

You blurted out in concern, "where are you going?"

Solomon clears his throat, his expression, once blank and unassuming, quickly shifts to a reassuring smile. "Nothing, just something... urgent."

You see the latter's face turn bitter, seconds before he coughs into the palm of his hand.

With a shake of his head, he wipes whatever residue remained, closing his eyes as he gives you one final look. Solomon spoke through gritted teeth.

"Stay here."

Before you were able to interject, the sorcerer strides off to his room.

You hear the 'tap' of leather shoes against tiles grow quicker, yet fainter, the further he goes away. You were left sitting there, on the couch, with two cups and a teapot. As the echoes mellow down to an eerie silence, you felt something shiver down your spine.

The warm atmosphere shifted to an unnerving heat, with chills adding up as the flames burning within the living room lamps started to muffle out.

Luke and Simeon didn't seem to be here, and Raphael had been called back to the Celestial Realm upon Michael's request.

You took one final scan across the room: shelves open and hanging, plants wilted and dying, lights beyond blinding — the room beyond empty.

That caused you to get up, immediately inspecting the armchair in search for any more clues. Squinting your eyes, you knelt down on one knee, finger tracing over the brown dried up residue, slashes and mists that have long since passed.

The liquid trailed off to the underside of one of the pillows. You hesitate for a moment, your peripheral view scanning for any peering eyes.

Now that you've assessed that the coast was clear, you gently picked up the large cushion, angling along one of the many blazing lights to take a proper view of what you suspected was underneath.

You shrieked, causing the cushion to fly off and hit the light turquoise walls. Reflective fabric, with subtle hints of gold.

The brash ring of shattered glass bounces along the walls, hitting your ear without warning. You flinched again before making any further assessment, causing you to slowly turn your head towards the now dark, barren hallway; with a luminescent crimson glow beneath the doorframe.

The end of the cold marble hall marked the end of it all.

That was moments ago, before you started wishing to have moved cowardly, escaping this haunted wasteland before luring yourself in a weathered cage.

Inhale. Exhale.

Deep breath in, deep breath out. Your eyes shut tight, your feet twisting and turning you to face back.

In moments if your timing is just right, you'd swiftly open the door by the handle and dash long the halls. It didn't matter how long the run would be. You had to leave.

One step, and his erratic suffocation stops.

The eerie tension palpable in the air got thicker, cutting through the fog and reforming with ease. Your lips quivered, whispers growing louder with each dropping note. "What did you do to them?"

There was no response. You were only greeted by the unburied silence.

Two steps, and you hear the floor creak.

It was subtle, though you feel the walls inch closer, cornering you from him. Whatever he was. Be damned, whatever monstrosity extinguished the light of humanity.

His motions felt precise and calculated, yet wild and uncontrolled. Your ears could pick up the soles of his shoes grazing against the floor, as if he’s dragging through a limping stance. It’s inconsistent, almost as if the little spark surviving in his core tries to reignite and rule over his carcass.

The tiny sounds stop, but continue again with every branch his conscience falls.

Solomon mumbled incoherent phrases, his voice slurred but retained his clear and concise diction. Like a fork to a plate, his prolonging the roll of the ‘r’s or ‘ch’ of ‘ts’ only further cemented the anguish.

Three steps, and his hands found your body.

Solomon pulls himself closer, limbs dangling as his hands would only cling tightly onto any grasp of loose fabric. You feel a gush of cold air hitting against your neck, with his revellent embrace sinking you into his ashen body. His lips graze over your lower neck down towards your shoulder. Solomon lowered his gazing, taking a whiff of your intoxicatingly delectable scent.

He shook in delight, cocking up his head to whisper in your ear.

“Starlight…” 

Bloodshot speech with a croak of each syllable, but something was different. Solomon chuckled — that all too bastardous sneer you came to know and admire. The shift in tone and pitch had his timbre stabilize, as if you could picture his coy smile atop the barren pale face whom ghosts your every whim.

“Moni..?” you asked, your voice nearly squeaks.

“Oh, starlight,” Solomon hummed, thumb gliding along your chin in expertise. “You shouldn’t see me like this. Gifted to live forever but, at what cost?”

He lifts your chin up, while his other hand pushes back locks of hair that guarded your neck. 

Solomon sighed, “keeps your eyes away. I'll handle the rest....” 

"You shouldn't have seen this," he grunted, almost annoyed.

You gulped, yet obliged with his words. Eye remained shut, feeling him inch closer. “What are you doing?” 

Solomon shushes you, giving your neck one final kiss. It was like that for a few moments, gentle praises while the reek of a living corpse circulates your thoughts.

“Would you hate me if I did this?” Solomon asked. That question came when you feel the lining of his teeth press on your skin, digging deeper like a tease, yet horrific with how it pained even in the dullest touch.

Your demeanor faltered, your foot lifting to take the final step. “If I?”

Burked by the absence of common ground, yet arguably, he’s human still. Only proven by a simple answer, after Solomon playfully nips at the tougher parts of your cartridge.

“We’ve dealt with other atrocities before. Certainly, I can accept the offer of being…” Solomon trailed off.

A final cheer was the last you could hear.

— would you take the fourth step?

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[alexxncl]

masterlist | drabbles/hcs

so we all know the boys have familiars, right? idk if i'm blanking ot stupid or just don't remember, but i literally don't know what more than half of them are 😭

lucifer has peacocks ?

mammon has his crows

levi has lotan...i think

satan ??

asmo ???

beel has flies ig ????

is belphie's a cow ?????

like was this ever mentioned bc i feel like i'm losing my mind

ok but imagine a big ass peacock following you around in the human realm, but you're the only one who can see it bc of your pact with lucifer. like you're out with your friends, and then the bitch pops up out of nowhere and you have to act like nothing's happening

mammon's crows would always find a way to perch up on your shoulder or your forearm or your head. you'd wake up to them standing on your nose or your chest with a little note or smth. and mammon wouldn't even have to tell the crows to follow you, they'd do it on their own bc they love you like he does and they hate seeing their demon's favorite human being lonely

lotan...terrifying in theory. but i feel like he's just a big puppy idk. just give him treats and a note for levi and he'll cooperate. there should be some kind of spell to make him portable so he could follow you around like a tiny snake, or erap himself around your shoulders or arms or smth

maybe satan has a bird too? he's technically very intertwined with lucifer given the circumstances of his birth (are the feathers on his boa from the wings lucifer ripped off??? more on this here)

maybe asmo's is a snake. yk how the serpent tempted adam and eve or whatever. temptation and lust go hand in hand, i think it'd be interesting if his familiar had some kind if symbolic attachment to lust or temptation. what other animals could it be??

accidentally swatting one of beel's flies without realizing and seriously injuring it (idk i feel like they cant die easily) and then beel being all sad when you come back like "i just wanted to make sure you were ok 🥺"

but a cow ??? i feel like that'd be more annoying than anything 😭 getting whipped with its tail on accident and your friends looking at you like you're insane for flinching and jumping out of nowhere. or waking up to the thing mooing in your face

UPDATE i now know satan's familiar is a unicorn and asmo's is a scorpion

a unicorn following you around would be hilarious but also surreal ??? like imagine almost being late to work or an appointment and then satan's unicorn pops up out of nowhere and just flies you to your job sndhdjdhh

idk about y'all but the idea of scorpions scare me...i feel like asmo's would be cute tho. like a tiny, bright pink scorpion with a bedazzled tail that protects you from creeps whenever you're out partying or bar hopping with your friends. it'll stab them with its tail and the weirdo will leave you alone

[hwascripts]

A Yandere Love Letter From Satan

Warning: Brief mention of violence, toxic behaviour, dark themes. This is simply a work of fiction, I in no way support or condone yandere behaviour.

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Hello, my darling.

I hope this letter finds you well. At the moment I am writing this, it has been exactly three days, 17 hours and 56 minutes since you “escaped” from me. Yes, darling, I’ve even counted until the very last minute. Your absence has been absolute torture, my sweet one.

Tell me, my beloved, did you honestly believe you could escape that easily from me? Did you sincerely think you could hide from the Avatar of Wrath? How silly of you to believe you could run from a demon you have a pact with; how silly indeed.

I know you've run off to the human world, my beloved. I know exactly where you are, and I can't say I’m amused. I’m furious with your decision to run away from me, your soul mate, to foolishly frolic around with your...” real boyfriend.”

The mere thought of a lowly, worthless, filthy HUMAN laying his hands on you, filling your pretty little head with ridiculous ideas, makes me want to rip out his heart. How dare such a disgusting, vile creature taint you with his impurities.

I am not a patient demon, my darling. My patience has been stretched thin over the last three excruciatingly painful days. You have one day to return to your rightful home, here in my arms. Fail to return, and I shall take matters into my own hands. I sincerely hope that wretched beast isn't too fond of his limbs because I’ll tear them apart slowly if you don’t take my warning seriously, my beloved.

And I do hope you don't think you won't be punished for this outrageous behaviour, darling. I hate punishing you, sweet one, but you must repent for betraying me, your only true love.

But for now, my beloved, I hope you like chains because you’ll be chained to my side forever.

Eternally yours,

Satan.

[loveydovey-leviathan]

hii! if it’s not too much trouble could you write headcanons abt the obey me brothers with an mc who likes to be babied/pampered and just wants affection? thanks!

obey me x gn! reader

a/n: written as romantic. -> do you hug your pillow when you sleep, anon? /lh. also sorry, this kind of escaped the request a bit 😔

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𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑:

He is slightly concerned for you ngl-- and he wonders if something happened in your life that made you be this way.. but he won't look a gift horse in the mouth.

Thinks you're the cutest when you're not afraid to ask for affection.

Isn't ashamed of giving you his love in public but he does try to refrain himself. Key word is 'try' because once he gets a little too drunk or jealous, he's holding you like there's no tomorrow even with people around.

Also, his brothers will accuse him of favouritism to no end if he shows a little too much pda and that's always annoying.

He knows he's a bit too soft towards you and maybe he spoils you too much, but it really isn't his fault-- how could he resist? Especially when you lean into his cheek as he's holding you, when you snuggle impossibly closer to him while you're cuddling, or when you chase his lips just as the kiss ends in hope of receiving more.

He likes cheek and hand kisses the most. It's simple and quick, but the sugar-sweet gesture has his old heart fluttering. Don't make fun of him too much-- he's a fan of the classics.

Usually he teases, acting all smug like he doesn't know exactly how you feel when you're gone for just a bit too long. Like he doesn't crave the feeling of your lips on his every second of the day, like he doesn't think of holding and being held by you during the early hours of the morning, as though he too doesn't want your affection as much as you want his.

He's prideful and maybe that will be the death of him one day, but he thinks as long as you love him just the same-- he doesn't mind too much.

𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍:

you 🤝 mammon -> a constant want for affection.

-though he is incredibly adamant about denying it, but it's Mammon so what can you do.

That being said, he absolutely will pamper you to your heart's content. It's just-- he'll probably spew out every excuse in the book while doing so.

Won't stop him from linking arms while you're walking. He still kisses and hugs you as a greeting. It'll still take you ages to convince him to let you go while the two of you are cuddling.

His brothers are constantly teasing him about babying you-- but as much as he complains and yells, he hasn't stopped at all.

But if you need the genuine truth for him, as in just transparent honesty about how he feels-- he'll give that to you too. He's just perfect like that <3.

PDA is a bit complicated with him. He isn't afraid to kiss you in public but as soon as he gets confronted about it, he'll blush like crazy.

As embarrassed as he gets in public, his favourite way of showing you affection is in front of other people-- even if it's in the most subtle ways.

He likes giving you forehead kisses. Don't ask him why because he honestly doesn't really know the exact reason. He thinks it's the everything in the action, really.

He loves holding your cheek and gently leaning the top of your head to his lips, the way you look at him like he's your treasure. How you squeeze his hands right after as a gesture of appreciation.

It's soft and sweet-- like how he feels about you.

𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍:

Girlie is trying his best. He really, really is.

Thinks you're so beautiful and lovely and handsome and everything else nice that can be said but the dude is hella awkward.

He just doesn't know how to handle it. He's already amazed that you want to date him-- and now you're telling him you want his affection??

Don't get him wrong, he'll do it. It just takes a few hours to muster up enough courage to do so.

A lot of the affection has to be initiated by you at the start of the relationship, but as you spend more time together, he starts to gain some confidence.

Takes his time when he's kissing, leans towards you when you're sitting next to each other, relaxes into your hugs more and more.

And eventually has the courage to initiate his own affection. Most of it is from romance anime so they might be a little cliche.

He soon realizes that you like to be pampered and he has to stop himself from fangirling too hard. Again, he tries his best to fulfil your affection quota every day.

Lengthy sessions of cuddling, giving kisses throughout the day, hugs when he sees you-- he's a bit shaky in public but he wants to make you happy so he does it anyway.

He likes extra-long hugs more than he likes to admit. It calms the constant anxiety in his heart and silences the thoughts in his head for as long as the hug lasts. Plus, you seem to really like it as well.

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐍:

He is the gentleman of all time.

Seriously though, his affection is so old-fashioned because he reads a bunch of outdated classical romance books.

If you want a demon who kisses your cheek whenever see each other, a demon who gives you flowers every week, a demon who writes love poems about you by the fire, a demon who imagines you and him every time he reads a romance novel; this is the demon for you.

His brothers tease him way too much about it- INCLUDING Lucifer for some reason, even though Satan's sure his older brother is way worse than he is.

Teases you if you're shy about asking for his affection but gets so red if you're upfront about it.

His favourite date activity is reading by the fire when you're cuddling up to him. Everything about it is absolutely perfect-- the way the light of the fire illuminates your face, your arms wrapped around him as he rereads another romance novel, and it's late enough into the night when everything and everyone is asleep.

He adores making you gifts. Paper roses, flattened flowers for bookmarks, that kind of stuff.

And they always have some sort of secret message. The paper roses have little notes of his 'i love you's inside the petals, the bookmarks he makes you always represent how he feels.

He is curious to know what exactly made you this way. Did you not receive much affection growing up? Were you too afraid to ask for it from the people around you? Or is it something else?

He won't push it, of course. Either way, he'll love you like no one ever could; determined to make your heart flutter as you do his.

𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐔𝐒:

You will literally never feel unloved again with him around.

He kisses you in the morning, he does his skincare with you, he makes sure to buy you plenty of outfits (and compliments you in every single one), and much, much more.

Is the least shy about pampering you and thinks you're the only one who can measure up to him when it comes to cuteness.

You're the only one who's ever made him feel like this, the only one who makes his cheeks blossom in pink whenever he thinks of you, so of course he'll have to repay it tenfold.

His favourite thing to do is make you tailored outfits. He gets to be close to you during measurements (despite already having them memorised) and he spends his time doing something he enjoys while making you happy. It's the perfect combination.

He gives you so many kisses throughout the day that you've gotten used to the feeling of sticky lipgloss on your cheeks and lips. Make sure to carry around a package of wet wipes.

Loves showing you off on Devilgram-- you don't even have to appear physically, he just loves talking about you.

He's never told anyone this, including you, but he writes love songs. They're tucked away deep inside his closet, locked with a charm and a key. It's a reminder of all the things he loves about you (like he doesn't think about you as much as he does himself).

The best thing he looks forward to after each day is cuddling up to you when you sleep. Nothing is heard except the both of you whispering, talking to each other about your day. He always says goodnight to you with another kiss-- one that lingers for longer than the rest, a promise for tomorrow.

𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐙𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐁:

He's the gentle teddy that every person needs.

His hugs practically engulf you- even if you're just as big as him, he still manages to make you feel like you're being hugged by a friendly bear.

He's more observant than most people give him credit for so it's not long before he figures out you like to be pampered. And pamper you, he will.

He prefers giving you physical affection and doing things for you because he doesn't think he's that good with words.

Big hugs at the door, kissing you awake, buying you food (when he can), that sort of thing.

But when he does use his words, it's the most heartfelt phrase you'll ever hear. He doesn't feel the need to be embarrassed about how he feels, you make his heart fuller than anyone else and he'll tell you that when he can.

His kisses are really warm, too. They feel like the sun and they're as gentle as daffodils.

Speaking of, he's always incredibly gentle with you. He's big and strong and he knows that. The worst thing he could do is hurt you and he vows to never let it come to that.

His favourite dates are the simple ones. Watching a movie, cooking together, feeding each other food. He doesn't tell anyone but Belphie his more domestic dreams. The ones where he comes home to a warm meal and enough love to fill his stomach.

𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑:

He's a little shit but when is he not.

Loves to tease you about wanting affection but then whines if you try to leave. Such a hypocrite smh

He is very clingy and your his designated pillow so he's kind of always affectionate with you.

When he's not nuzzling up to you, he's either giving you small little kisses around your neck or he's asking you to give him some.

Similar to Beel, he prefers physical affection but only because he's too embarrassed to say how he feels out loud.

A lot of hugs and cuddling with each other.

You wouldn't know this but he's pretty romantic when he wants to be. Sometimes he writes letters for/about you but it's a 50/50 chance whether or not you'll get to read them though.

He ups his pampering when he's around his brothers because he's just annoying like that lolol

Have I mentioned how clingy he is. He will not let go of you when you're lying down together, you'll have to rip him off.

His favourite thing to do with you is watch the stars with you on his lap or him on yours. His hugs feel different like this, they're tighter and more desperate like he's afraid you'll leave.

It's usually here when he tells you how much he loves you. His words are littered with small sarcastic jokes but you can feel his sincerity.

You both usually end up falling asleep there but strangely enough, Belphie stays awake for a bit to watch you sleep.