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samsaurwrites · 2 years

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Distract Me (Leviathan x Reader NSFW Oneshot)

Distract Me

You cannot be bothered to do anything productive right now, thankfully, Levi is there to distract you.

Levi x Fem!reader Oneshot *loosely inspired by the "Mononoke Land 3" chat from Levi*

Tags: Jealous Leviathan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Demon Form Leviathan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Leviathan Has Two Penises (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Leviathan's Tail (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Inappropriate use of Leviathan's tail (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Choking, Breathplay, Vaginal Fingering, Semi-Public Sex (kind of), Exhibitionism (kind of??), Vaginal Sex, No Spoilers

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You wanted to bang your head against the desk. You wanted to claw your eyes out. You wanted to scream, to throw something breakable and watch it shatter. You wanted to set something on fire just to watch it dissolve into ash. You wanted to be doing literally anything other than the homework you were (not) doing.

Thankfully, you had Levi to distract you.

3:14: HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY! There’s this super-rare spirit you can catch in Mononoke Land right now! It’s even a different COLOR!

3:15: whaaat?? what does it look like?

You had typed out with a small smile, leaning your chair back on two legs.

3:15: I’ll show it to you if you come to my room.

Anyways, you’re still not exactly sure how all of this happened, how ‘hey, come look at this thing in Mononoke Land’ turned into you, on your knees underneath Levi’s desk, one hand buried between your thighs, the other wrapped around one of his cocks. You’re not sure how your chin, your cheeks, ended up covered in spit and pre, and you’re especially not sure how your lips ended up stretched wide around the other.

You hadn’t even known he had two, though you weren’t exactly displeased to find that out when you unzipped his jeans and tugged them down just enough for both to spring free from the confines of his clothing. In fact, you think you might have started drooling a little, mesmerized by the curve of them, the deep flush of the heads leaking pre-cum, the thick vein that runs along the underside of shafts, and he had certainly seemed to enjoy your reaction—your wide eyes, mouth popped just slightly open.

You’re not exactly sure how you ended up like this, but you’re here now, jerking and sucking him off at the same time, two fingers stuffed into your aching little cunt, hips rocking back and forth while you moan and whimper and gag around him.

Your gaze flicks up to watch him, to stare at him—through lashes wet with tears, from underneath one cock while you stroke him, while you swipe the pad of your thumb across the pre-cum that beads at the tip all while bobbing your head. His hips jerk forward, suddenly, and the tip of his cock nudges the back of your throat, making you gag, making you moan.

He looks absolutely wrecked—head thrown back, eyes screwed tightly shut, hands clenching the armrests of his chair, mouth open as he pants and groans, voice low and breathy. You take a quick breath through your nose, swallow once, and push yourself all the way down, until your nose is buried in the neatly trimmed hairs of his pelvis.

You look up again, pleased to find him staring down at you now, just as wide-eyed as you had been fifteen minutes ago, the molten gold of his eyes nearly swallowed up by the pitch blackness of his pupils as he watches you finger-fuck yourself, watches you struggle to keep stroking one cock, throat stuffed so full by the other.

“Y-You’re pretty… fuck—pretty good at this,” he stammers out, bucking his hips up, making you gag—hard—so hard your eyes roll back into your skull and you are helpless to stop him as he knots his fingers in your hair and holds you there. You whimper, fingers working faster, thrusting harder, struggling to breathe around him, but you can’t. Your whole body convulses, squirming, writhing away from the obstruction in your throat, fingers clenching involuntarily around his other length.

“Ju-just… how much practice-” he thrusts up again, and the throaty, desperate sound that he makes is absolutely obscene. “-have you been getting from my brothers? Hm?”

The resentment—the jealousy—behind those words catches you off guard. Makes you look back up at him while you try to shake your head. While you gargle and gag and choke. While your fingers squeeze him tighter, work him faster. While you stuff a third finger inside and fuck yourself closer and closer to your peak.

He keeps you there, fucks up into your throat with hands fisted in your hair, while your lungs burn and your vision swims. You let go of his cock and slam your hand against his thigh, throat spasming around him.

“Tsk,” he spits, but let you up. Lets you yank your head off of him and gasp and cough and fill your greedy lungs with air again. The headrush that hits you is insane, leaving you dizzy and disoriented. You fall forward, cheek resting on his thigh, eyes half-lidded, mouth hanging slack while you pant.

Lazily, your gaze wanders up, past his cocks, swollen and leaking and covered in your spit, and up to his face—up to those eyes that watch you with a possessiveness that pulls a weak little moan from your mouth. You’re struck, enamored, by that look, by the way his horns curl upward, crowning hair the color of midnight, by the way his tail whips around off to your left. You haven’t seen him like this before—not because of you. You blink, so, so slowly and swallow, and all of the sudden, he sits up straighter in his seat, looking between you and the door.

BANG BANG BANG.

“Oi!” Mammon shouts from outside. “Levi, you in there?”

You jolt, smacking your head against the underside of his desk, as you start to scramble out from underneath, to wipe off the slickness and the stickiness before Mammon sees you like this—but before you can, Levi knots his fingers in the hair at the crown of your head and shoves you back down, cutting of your panicked protests just as the door swings open and Mammon storms inside.

You can’t see Mammon (thankfully)—and you hope he can’t see you either—eyes wide, hands braced against Levi’s hips, mouth stuffed full of one cock while the other smears slick across your face. You try to pull away, to push him off you and hide, but Levi won’t let you. A startled whimper bubbles up around his length, and his tail snaps around your throat, squeezing until your hands still, your whimpering stops, and the warning—the threat is clear.

Be quiet.

Humiliation coils tight in your stomach, searing hot, making your pulse race quick and hard. This is insane. Absolutely fucking insane. But goddamn it, if it isn’t also the hottest thing you’ve ever done. Your hips rock forward—you can’t help yourself—you really, really can’t. Your fingers find your clit, rubbing against the sensitive bundle of nerves before sliding back down to your entrance and sinking inside. You can’t help but think about how much better, how much fuller you would be if it was Levi’s fingers or his cock or both of his cocks thrusting inside you instead.

You swallow around him, accidentally, and both the fingers in your hair and the tail around your neck tighten and if you could many any kind of noise right now—oh, if only you could—you would be begging him to bend you over his desk, to fuck you so deep and hard you forget everything but the stretch and the feel of him inside you.

You don’t even care if Mammon sees you anymore.

You don’t care if he watches you, or even if he joins in.

Levi grabs your other hand, the hand fisted in the fabric of his pants, and pushes it toward his other cock. You wrap your fingers weakly around the base, pumping up and down while your lower body rolls, grinding down on the heel of your hand, fingers reaching desperately for that spongey spot you can’t quite reach on your own.

You can’t make out what either is saying, not past the pleasure building in your center or the rushing behind your ears. Maybe Mammon has seen you already. Maybe they’re both watching you. Speechless, stunned at how good you’re being, taking all that Levi is giving you. You want to moan so badly, want both of them to hear you choke and gag. You can’t even tell if Mammon is still there or not. Can’t process anything other than the unbearable throbbing between your legs.

Your vision starts to close in, and you stare up at Levi, eyelids fluttering while tears streaming down your cheeks, eyebrows knotted together. You feel faint, your mind slipping further away, and you release his cock, grabbing at the tail around your neck instead, pulling weakly. You buck your hips forward, and you finger yourself faster, harder, eyes rolling back.

Then the door slams shut and you can breathe again.

Your eyes pop open, and you suck in a wet, sticky sounding breath, coughing and spluttering, using both hands to keep yourself upright, braced against the seat of his chair.

“F-fuck,” Levi pants, leering down at you with a sly smirk. He strokes your hair and laughs, sounding more than a little deranged. “I-I can’t believe he didn’t notice! And I can’t believe you did that for so… so goddamn long.”

You nod weakly, head swimming.

“Can you do it again?” He cocks his head to the side and grins. “I wanna come down your throat.”

Honestly, you have no idea. But fuck, if the thought of him coming down your throat while he holds you down, while he makes you swallow it, doesn’t have you biting your lip and rubbing your thighs together.

After a moment of silence, you nod.

“Touch yourself,” he says, guiding your head back down towards his cock.

You do, whimpering as you slide two fingers inside, rocking your hips forward.

“And touch me too,” he adds, breathily, pushing the tip of his length against your lips.

You do that too, fingers wrapping around the base of his other cock, stroking him from top to bottom as you open your mouth and take him into your mouth.

Without warning, he shoves you down, lets out a laugh that that splinters off into a low moan when you gag, when you choke, when you look up at him with tears in your eyes and whimper, asking for more while you finger-fuck yourself towards the edge.

His tail slithers down, coiling once around your bare thigh before bullying its way inside of you, stretching you out alongside your fingers, but so much thicker, so much deeper. You keen, splutter and moan, while he fucks you with his tail, his cock.

“Fuck—” he spits, panting, fucking your mouth faster now, bruising the back of your throat, in and out, forcing you to open up for him, to take him as deep as you can. “So fucking tight.”

Your eyes squeeze shut, cunt clenching around his tail and it picks up speed, swells inside you. You’re close, so, so fucking close—

“I-I’m-“ he stammers, thrusts turning erratic. “I’m gonna cum, fuck—"

He bottoms out in your throat, holds you there while you writhe, both hands twisted up in your hair and cums, spilling himself down your throat and filling your mouth, covering your face in hot streaks of his seed, splattering in your hair, dripping down your hand.

And that, that pushes you over the edge. Your back arches, cunt twitching and clenching and spasming around your fingers, around his tail that fucks you through one orgasm directly into another.

He releases your hair, lets you pull yourself off his dick and collapse against his leg, trembling and sweating and covered in cum while his tail thrusts shallowly, lazily inside you.

“You look so good like this,” he murmurs, staring down at you, groaning as he drags his pointer finger up through a sticky trail of cum on your cheek just to push that into your mouth too. “Such a pretty mouth.”

You hum, eyes slipping shut, while you clean his finger with your tongue.

You don’t know how you ended up here, like this—cum streaked across your face, your hair, covering the back of your throat—but you don’t think you would mind ending up here again.

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satansreadingglasses · 2 years

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Late Nights

Levi x GN reader. 1k words.

Warnings- Making out, hand job, love confession from Levi

a/n. Idk why, but I’m really into writing fluffy smut rn. it’s lowkey concerning.

It had been another night of late night gaming with Levi, he’d beat you every time. You didn’t mind though, his face lit up every time he won and you thought it was totally adorable. It was nearing one a.m. now. You were so tired now, but Levi wasn’t ready to stop any time soon.

“Hey, Y/N, let’s play-” “Levi.” You leaned on his shoulder, resting your hand on lap and wrapping your other arm around his shoulder.

He was trembling. You liked him and he liked you, but you both hid it well enough. Except for now, when he was shaking and blushing under your touch. “Y/N.” He whispered.

“I’m so so tired.” You squeaked and turned to bury your face into his chest. “We can stop…” He gazed down at you. He could only see the top of your head and part of your ear, but he thought you looked so amazing.

You looked up at him. “Can you take me to my room?” You slid off his lap once he nodded, and let him stand up. He pulled you up, now holding you against him so you wouldn’t fall.

You shuffled towards the door while he clung to you. Or while you clung to him, you were both doing a lot of shuffling. You made it into the hallway, passing by Satan’s room and then Mammon’s. Finally you made it to your own bedroom at the end of the hall.

“Well. Here you go.” Levi was trying not to look at you while you opened the door. You yanked open the door, nearly slamming it into him. “Aren’t you coming in?” You asked and slowly grabbed his hand.

Once Asmo had figured out your crush, he’d told you to treat Levi like a stray cat. Making slow movements and speaking softly. He flinched at the feeling of your hand on his, but didn’t pull away.

He just shrugged, then you pulled him in. You shut the door behind you two and kept a tight hold on his hand. “You’re so sweet to me, Levi.” You gave him a small smile and brought his hand to your lips.

He was stunned, not a single word could make it out of his mouth. You kissed his knuckle and let go of his hand. “Ha!” You giggled quietly. “Sorry, guess I’m way more tired than I thought.” You stumbled over towards your bed.

Levi’s hands snaked up around you and pulled you into him. He rested his head on your shoulder. “What’s up?” You turned around and faced him. His stared at the ground, too scared to make eye contact.

He mumbled something under his breath and you held his cheek, tilting his face towards you. “Levi.”

“I like you a lot! More than anyone I’ve met. And I think you’re cool and smart and funny… And… And I wish I didn’t say anything.” He dropped his head into his hands. You raised his head again and kissed him.

It started slow and sweet, but Levi started to grab at you. Your hips, your arms, your ass. You slid your tongue into his mouth, he started to tremble again, this time in anticipation of you.

He finally pulled away from you, he took a deep breath and leaned into you again. “Wait.” You leaned back, he looked like a sad little puppy. “Sor-” Before he could finish his apology, you grabbed the hem of his shirt and tugged on it lightly.

He gulped and pulled his shirt over your head. For someone who stayed in his room and played video games all day, he was well built. You leaned in now and kissed him. It was messier than the first time, though neither of you cared at this point.

He shoved his tongue down your throat, your eyes squeezing shut while he moaned into your mouth. You dug your nails into his arms, his own hands still groping around your body.

You took a step back towards your bed and he followed quickly, keeping himself pressed against you. You hit the edge of your bed and you laid down backwards, he stayed on top of you. After another few seconds of his lips on yours, you hooked your leg around his thigh and flipped him so you were on top.

You yanked your shirt off now, his hand trailing up your stomach and feeling you up hungrily. You leaned back down and kissed down his jawline. You could feel his heart pounding against you.

You slowly started to move against the tent in his pants, he moaned out softly. His hand flew over his mouth as you kept moving your hips. “Yeah fuck, don’t stop.�� He whined and stared up at you.

You placed your hands on his chest, he gripped your thighs, urging you to keep going. “H-hey slow down…” He whispered and tried to keep his hips down. “What’s wrong?” You asked, just as quietly.

“I-” He tossed his head back, his face a deep red. “I’m gonna cum.” He mumbled, obviously embarrassed. You stood from his lap and undid his pants, pulling down his boxers and pants to his thighs in one go.

You kept eye contact with him, trying to soak it all in while you could. The look in his eyes, the way his body jolted when you took him in your hand, and the way he moaned and whined when you slowly started to pump up and down.

His hands gripped the bed sheets, your hand moving at a ruthless pace. He was a complete mess now. A mess of whine and drool and incoherent words about desperately wanting to cum all over your pretty body.

After just a minute he was cumming into your hand and his stomach. He huffed once he’d come down from his high. You crawled up beside him and laid down, watching him intently. You pecked his cheek and smiled into his neck, burying your face there.

“I meant it. I think.” He let out a small chuckle. “I love you, Y/N.” He turned to face you. The two of you didn’t say another word, just staring at each other and smiling. He sat up after a few minutes.

“I should go.” He pulled his pants back up, but you yanked him back down next to you. “Stay. Please.” He only nodded and rested his head against your chest while the two of you fell asleep in each other's arms.

#Leviathan x reader #Leviathan x mc #Obey me levi #Obey me levi smut #Obey me shall we date #Shall we date Levi #Leviathan smut #Leviathan obey me fluff

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irgmugurg · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me! Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Leviathan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader, Leviathan/Main Character (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Leviathan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!) & Reader, Leviathan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/You, Leviathan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!) & You Characters: Leviathan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Ruri-chan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Lucifer (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Mammon (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Reader, You Additional Tags: Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Gender-Neutral Main Character (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Mentioned Demon Brothers (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), They are there but for like 5 seconds/briefly mentioned in other parts, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation, Emotional Baggage, Emotional Sex, Emotional Constipation, Developing Relationship, Communication, Anxiety, Fear, crying sex, Men Crying, Relationship Negotiation, Switching, Self-Doubt, Self Confidence Issues, Chubby Leviathan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Oral Sex, Angst and Porn, Moments of Levi being uncomfty with touch, Panic Attacks, post nut clarity, Tentacle Dick, Tentacle Sex, Demon Sex, Demon Form Leviathan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Leviathan's Tail (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Tail Sex, Introspection, Sexual Fantasy, Religious Guilt, Switch Leviathan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Leviathan Has Two Penises (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), a little bit of dom reader, Porn With Plot, Denial of Feelings, One Shot, My First Smut, Lesson 016 Spoilers (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!) Summary:

In the silence of his room he is faced with the thought of you. The soft ripples in the aquarium flooded the room. He imagines, tilting his head into the pillow, how your skin would look dyed in the soft cerulean light. With trembling hands he undoes the knot and pulls his sweats down his thighs.

It's easier to imagine. A fell angel that has hurt and killed and invoked his sins on thousands. He is not the man you love; he couldn't be. He's only a disgusting otaku. He couldn't imagine that someone could care for him. That someone could even bear to accept the first things about him.

With tremendous post-nut clarity guilt and self-hatred: he does what's best for everyone and locks himself into his room.

That is...until you find him eating cold pizza at 1am and he has nowhere to run.

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iisugax · 2 years

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#obey me #obey me mammon #om! mammon #shall we date mammon #obey me levi #obey me leviathan #om! levi #om! leviathan #shall we date levi #shall we date leviathan

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alexisoffline · 2 years

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Since I started playing Obey Me, this is all I’ve been able to think about

#alexisoffline #obey me #obey me shall we date #shall we date #shall we date obey me #shall we date mammon #shall we date leviathan #shall we date levi #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #be more chill

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favficbirthdays · 1 year

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Happy Birthday

Leviathan/Levi (9th April)

Obey Me!

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l3v14-ch4n · 2 years

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Should I have waited until the morning to post this? Probably. Screw it..... I needed JoJo Levi out of my mind and out of my life!!

#obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me fanart #shall we date leviathan #shall we date levi #I never know how to tag these things really....#crop top levi though!#This isn't even the sexy one I had in mind lol #I can't have nice things... everything is a JoJo reference..#it's okay Levi I still love you

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andminnequin · 2 months

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#aaaaaaaaaa #art #digital art #obey me #tags?#drawing #obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me sheep mc #levi obey me #obey me leviathan #obey me meme #obey me chat #obey me sheep chan is Batman #obey me art

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catmadeofsalad · 27 days

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Asmodeus: *playing with MC'S hair*

Beelzebub: *holding MC*

Belphie: *sleeping on top of MC's legs*

Mammon: *buying MC more blankets for their pile*

Leviathan: *putting in a funny movie for MC*

Lucifer: Why are you crowding MC so much?

Asmodeus: Their toxic ex tried to manipulate them into getting back together, and our dear human started to panic so we deemed this a necessary solution.

Lucifer: Then where is Satan?

Mammon: *grins* Hunting

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still-a-morosexual-help · 2 months

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Unprovoked?!😭

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smoft-demons · 2 months

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MC falls asleep on him

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Lucifer:

‘…?!’ Is what Lucifer is thinking as your head drops onto his shoulder.

You had cajoled him into doing some of his constant paperwork in a bigger chair for a change. So there’s room for you to sit next to him! You’re not even demanding his attention, or the spare time that he doesn’t have, you’re being very considerate, you just wanted sit next to him, that’s all, you had promised!

Lucifer caved, because he is very soft for his human—even though he’s loathe to look like it. You were in fact being considerate… so he had brought a stack of relatively low-importance papers out of his office, into the living room.

You were sitting on a couch together, him with his stack of administrative papers and you with a homework assignment. You finished yours quickly, so you ended up playing a game on your DDD as you lean against him.

He checks on you periodically out of the corner of his eye. He’s relaxed though—as relaxed as Lucifer gets. This is peaceful. Meditative, almost. He’s happy. All his brothers are elsewhere, his tasks are not too overwhelming, he gets to have a nice, calming afternoon sitting in companionable silence with his favourite housemate…

A sudden weight falling on him jolts him out of his trance. Your cheekbone thunks against his shoulder. He blinks. Processing.

In quick succession, his brain goes like ‘..?!’ then ‘it is mid-afternoon why are you sleeping’ and ‘have we been overworking our human?’ and ‘aww. MC really does trust me that much.’

He adjusts the way you’re situated so you’re more comfortable as he finishes up the last of his work. When he’s done, he takes a moment to just observe. To appreciate your trust in him. Also, to congratulate himself again for his part in the creation of the exchange program, because it brought you into his life.

(He tries to ignore the stubborn twinge of nostalgic heartache he feels as well. You’re reminding him so much of Belphie, from back when his relationship with him was good. He’d never admit it, but he misses having his babiest brother fall asleep on him like this.)

Lucifer gathers up his papers, then picks you up, being careful not to jostle you too much. Let no one ever say he doesn’t take good care of his human. He carries you to your room to put you to bed. Clearly you need the extra sleep. Or… well, he tries to. You’re holding onto him pretty insistently.

He expects himself to feel irritated, but… no. He can’t help but feel a little smug, actually. It’s cute, you’re cute, you don’t seem to want him to leave you. So… fine. He’ll oblige. For a short break.

(An hour or two later, you’ll wake up to the smells and sounds of dinner being prepared. You’re… not under your blanket? No, you’re covered by Lucifer’s ridiculously long coat. It’s warm, soft. It smells like him. In this moment, it’s impossible to miss how loved you are.)

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Mammon:

The first time this happened (in your room, watching movies without any of his brothers for once), Mammon was stunned. He had frozen up, stuttered some nonsense to no one in particular, then quickly slapped his free hand over his mouth as he realized he would wake you if he didn’t immediately chill out.

Now though? You’ve been in his life for a while. He’s your oldest friend here. Those movie nights had become a habit, even though it remained rare to have one with no one else joining in. So this has happened a lot, and he’s gotten used to it. He doesn’t react so outwardly anymore, not unless one of his brothers show up to make fun of him.

If they try it, Mammon is rather aggressive about shushing them. At first, because he hated to be so obvious about how much he cares about you, but now that he’s a bit more used to it, it’s because he doesn’t want them to disturb you. He feels like he’s protecting you by keeping his brothers from waking you up. Sometimes, he’s the one who wakes you up by telling them to shut up just a bit too loudly, or silently gesturing for them to be quiet or go away a little too enthusiastically.

His brothers roast him even more for that. Poor thing.

Time and time again, you pass out on his shoulder. During a movie, mid relaxed hangouts with various groups of the brothers, in the rare times when hanging out solo with Mammon is a relaxing low-energy affair, while studying, during the lunch break at school, even in class sometimes. His heart warms, and he can’t help but smile at the familiar feel of you conked out on his shoulder again. He doesn’t even mind if you snore.

Mammon is usually such a loud, high energy person. Neither you nor him finds anything wrong with that of course, it’s one of many lovable things about him. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t like being able to just chill with you sometimes though. It’s nice.

Eventually, he gets familiar enough with this that he’s willing to move you around to get more comfortable. With time, he learns exactly what ways he can move you without disturbing you. So most of the time when you fall asleep on him, you wake up in some other position. Sitting in his lap, lying down with a sleeping Mammon wrapped around you, being carried to another room, propped up against his side in your next class, being hugged like a teddy bear in his room, etc etc.

He never questions why you’re tired. He just lets you pass out on him. He wants you to be in the best possible condition, and he will happily take all the time with you he can get. He takes this to mean that you also want all the time with him that you can get, that you would rather stay with him than go to bed when you’re tired because you would rather not be separated from him. Just like how he feels about you. Why else would he be in your room as often as he is?

You trusting him enough to sleep on him all the time makes him feel like he’s being a good guardian demon, like he’s as precious to you as you are to him.

He’s a fan of all the free cuddles he gets out of this, too.

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Levi:

You’re in Levi’s room with him, set up very comfortably as you’re marathoning an anime together. You’ve been at it for hours though, you’re already a bit sleep deprived, and you’ve seen this one a few times already. You can’t stop yourself from nodding off. Your head drops onto his shoulder.

Levi freaks out.

“afgshrjdxssh—WH-!” He flails. You immediately snap awake again. “You—uhh-!” He shoves you away in a panic, then immediately changes his mind, pulling you back in, then freezes for a moment before letting go of you to flap his hands frantically. “Nonono stay—wait no, you don’t want to—I mean, you don’t have to—I mean, get o—uhh! Um! I mean! S-stay if you want, but I don’t care if you don’t want to—!”

You blink slowly at him a couple times. Trying to parse his contradictory sputtering. You’re tired, you’re not working at full brain power. You figure he means something along the lines of: ‘ooo I’m Levi, I have bad self esteem and I can’t believe you want to touch me, but I want you to, but I can’t say that because I cope with feeling unlovable by acting all tsundere because that way I feel less pathetic, love you though!’

You know. Standard Levi stuff. You love him so much—and you’d be very happy if he started therapy.

For now though, you just grab his arm and pull him closer to you again. You bury your face in his shoulder. This time, it’s unmistakably a deliberate move. Wordlessly telling him that you do in fact love him enough to want to touch him.

It’s like his body just took a screenshot! He keysmashes out loud.

Slowly, he calms down. He puts one hesitant arm around you. You don’t move. He can’t tell if you’re already asleep again or just pretending to be, but either way you seem to be comfortable.

Soon enough, he finds himself smiling like an absolute dork. This… is actually very effective reassurance. He feels all warm and fuzzy and loved. He likes holding you.

It’s reminding him of TSL fluff fics he’s read where absolutely nothing happens except Henry and the Lord of Shadows cuddle. A way for him to experience affection vicariously through a character he relates to and a character he loves, when he really wants hugs himself but can’t have any.

He squeezes you softly as his heart warms. He squishes his cheek against the side of your head.

“I love my Henry..!” Levi mumbles to himself, under his breath. He has no way of knowing if you heard that, which is why he said it out loud. It’ll be a while until he gets the nerve to say it when he knows you can hear.

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Satan:

He is HONOURED, he is OVERJOYED, he is MELTING, he is… very carefully remaining perfectly chill.

It’s the same type of happiness as when a cat decides to sit on you out of nowhere. He’s been chosen!

He is SO happy you trust him so much!

He had been reading, as usual. You had been sitting next to him, as usual. You had gotten tired, and without a moment of hesitation you had buried your face in his shoulder and fallen asleep.

He carefully contains all the joy this gives him, so he doesn’t disturb you. He wraps an arm around you, plants a soft kiss on your head, and goes right back to reading.

If you sleep fitfully, he’ll stroke your hair to soothe you.

When you wake up, he’ll ask if you had a nice nap. He won’t make any moves to make you get off him. If you choose to anyway, he won’t react outwardly, because he doesn’t want to discourage you falling asleep on him again. He wants this to happen lots more! So he’ll just smile at you and go back to his book.

But if you don’t choose to leave, he’ll shift you entirely into his lap to make you both more comfortable. He can hug you properly like this. If he’s sure you’ll be comfortable with it, he’ll kiss your forehead before going back to his book. He’s very happy to keep you there.

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Asmo:

Predictably, Asmo’s gonna take ALL the pictures of this!

A few in which he doesn’t look at the camera, as if they were candid shots. Some where he’s posing cutely, a couple where he’s kissing your head, a bunch of various angles of your sleeping face. What can he say, he thinks the way your cheek squishes against his collarbone is just precious.

A bit less predictably, he posts none on devilgram. No, these are just for him.

…maybe the best ones are for the group chat. He’s gotta show off his cute human to someone, it may as well be to his brothers. They’ll appreciate you properly. He’ll share after you’ve woken up, though. He doesn’t want anyone barging in to disturb you.

He’ll share the pictures with you as well if you ask, of course! What he will NOT do, however, is risk you deleting them! He’ll back them up first. He’ll store them in a hidden album if you’re shy about them, but he’s not deleting them!

Well, unless you’re genuinely uncomfortable. Then, okay fine. But please let him keep at least one? You’re so cute!

He’ll be more affectionate over the following days. Trying to be next to you all the time, inviting you to his room at every opportunity, pulling you to sit next to him. All because he hopes you’ll fall asleep on him again. Or just lean on him like that, and let him cuddle you. Please, he’d be SO happy!

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Beel:

Beel is so used to this behaviour. Belphie falls asleep on him all the time. He’d be the most chill about it.

As if it’s routine, he’ll secure you in your position with his arm, so you can’t fall and get hurt. He’ll rub your back and hum softly to you to help you relax if you don’t seem to be sleeping well. Beel is warm and soft and big and comfy, like the giant teddy bear he is at heart. He’s considerate and gentle. He’s always really sweet to you, and that doesn’t change one bit even when you’re unconscious.

When he inevitably gets too hungry to stay where he is, he’ll just take you to the kitchen with him. It’s no problem, he does this with Belphie all the time. It doesn’t matter how much you weigh, Beel can carry you easily. He thinks nothing of it.

He can cook one handed too if he needs to. He’s got practice—also because of Belphie. He’s chilling, he’s comfortable, there’s nothing unusual about this at all to him.

If the kitchen noises wake you up, he’ll apologize and share his food with you. He’ll tell you outright that he’s happy to let you use him as a pillow whenever you want.

(Also, he makes a mental note to drop you off with Belphie instead of bringing you along to the kitchen and risking waking you up again next time)

If it doesn’t wake you up, no problem! That’s what he expected. He just carries you around as he does what he needs to do around the house. He’ll put you to bed properly if he needs to go outside of course, but otherwise he’s bringing you with him.

When you wake up, he’ll put you down if you somehow indicate that’s what you want. If you don’t though, he just… won’t. He likes holding you. He’d do it so often if he thought you’d like him to.

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Belphie:

…Welp. The table has turned, hasn’t it.

People don’t fall asleep on Belphie while he’s awake too often! He’s not usually conscious to experience this! He likes it though. He thinks you’re being so cute.

9 times out of 10, Belphie will take this as his cue to cuddle up to you and join you in sleep. He can always be tempted into a nap. He’d make sure this the comfiest, nicest, most restful nap you’ve ever taken. He’d make sure you feel so safe and loved. You will NOT be disturbed on his watch.

On the rare tenth time, when Belphie isn’t tired, he might whine about being trapped. When one of his brothers points out that he can move you very easily, he glares at them. He maintains that it’s illegal to move when you’ve been chosen as someone’s pillow. When it’s pointed out that he’s perfectly capable of waking you if he really wants to get up, he looks affronted. He would NOT do that, he says. Do they think he’s completely heartless, he asks.

Well. He wouldn’t do that unless he’s feeling particularly bratty. He’d totally do it to any of his brothers… but he’s soft with you. He loves you. Be so for real, do you think he’d really ever pass up an opportunity to cuddle you? No way. He can go shopping later.

He won’t tell you that though. He’ll bitch about it to your face, complaining until you agree to go shopping with him next time, all the while refusing to let go of you.

He already was not hesitating to fall asleep on you, but he somehow gets more shameless and constant about it. Since you’re doing it too, it’s your thing now. You’d be a hypocrite to complain now.

Yeah, he couldn’t be happier about this. Please sleep on him all the time. Enable him even more! He’ll make sure you won’t regret it.

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