#leviathan x reader

[yan-lorkai]

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ﾟa /n: trying a new format for general yan hcs. Let me know if you guys prefer this style more than my usual rambling lmao. This ended up shorter than usual tho *^*

Yandere type: Overprotective, controlling, obsessive.

Leviathan does what Leviathan wants. Not in a dismissive way, but more of an overbearing way - he does takes your opinion in consideration before acting. But ultimately he thinks he know what's better for you, for Hell and he shoulders any heavy burden alone.

He's possessive and manipulative, willing to use violence if necessary, and utterly protective over what he sees as his. That is, you, sweet gullible thing.

He has Foras and Barbatos trailing after you, watching your every move and getting them to report back to him anything you do or say. With whom, at what time and place. If he could read your thoughts, he would. It's protection, he likes to think, his controlling tendencies creates an environment where he's prepared to deal with anything and everything. Things he planned and things that he couldn't foresee.

Having a lover in an endless war, a human one at that, is worrisome. His hands itches, his throat gets scratchy, his emotions are all over the place as he tries to rationalize what he feels rather than focusing on feeling it.

Sometimes, he manipulates your dreams, jealous you'll dream of someone else. At first, they're sweet, innocent dreams — the two of you on a picnic, in a park, at the beach, in the snow. But as time passes, they become more steamy and heated.

He often watches you from the darkness of your room, watching you find relief while calling out his name. It inflates his ego in ways you can't imagine. Once he falls in love with you, game over.

How he's acting with darling?

You like books? He gives you thousands of them. Like jewelry? Flowers? He gives you those every single day. Like a certain drink? Food? He has someone cooking it for you. Movies? Series? He watches every single one with you.

He approaches you like he has no ulterior motives, like he knows that there's no better demon than him and so obviously you shall love him as much as his subjects do. He doesn't play games for your affections, he has you perpetually staying on Hades, surrounded by these walls that he built on his sweat and tears, to protect you from the angels attack (or so he says).

Punishments are his usual one: having you hanged. Sometimes a bit too strongly. If you cry and struggle too much, he'll pull you into an embrace and whisper that you need to understand he's all you'll ever need. He's not a cruel king; pain and suffering is something he's well acquainted with, knowing what kind of things he went through childhood.

Danger?

Someone offended you? He killed them. Someone hit on you? He ripped their tongue out and killed them. Someone tried to hurt you? He absolutely mawl that being, making a bloody mess and not even caring about it.

Try to run from him, and he'll have you back in less than ten minutes, after all, every Hades demon looks up to him. And to you, to some extent, as you were able to claim a spot on their beautiful, glorious King, so they all watches your every step, trying to understand what you did to captivate their King.

There is no escape. There is no resistance. There is only Leviathan.

[diavolosthots]

helloooo!! i wanna start by saying that i LOOOOOVE ur content :))) i have a teeny tiny request: can you do a fic in which MC is comforting Levi after a bad day/week? gender can be neutral, but i really wanna see how Levi would react if his beloved partner would be there to offer a shoulder for him to cry on if he’s sad or depressed. idk if you already did this but i would love to read it lol 🫶

Remember: you are smart. you are strong. you are brave. you are beautiful.

YOU ARE ENOUGH.

TWs: mentions of nsfw, self depreciation, demon form

Hugs and Kisses (LeviathanxGN!Reader)

“Yeah, well, you’re not the only one who lives here!” His words echo through the hall at the House of Lamentation, soaking the quietness in something sharp before the door to his room slams shut. Levi let out a frustrated growl as he plopped himself down on his gaming chair, grabbing his headset and angrily shoving it over his ears. “Stupid… they’re all so stupid…” he mumbled to himself, still seething with the envy that so obviously marks his character.

Asmo and Satan decided to bring over some ‘friends’, or as he liked to call them, whores. Every once in a while, his two brothers indulged in some type of brotherly competition to see which one of them could go the most rounds with the most succubi. “What even is the point of that?!” Levi hissed to no one in particular, picking up his controller. It’s a nosy and quite honestly, nasty competition to be held within the house, but besides him, no one really seems to care. The twins locked themselves in their room, comfortable with each other’s presences, Mammon left to go spend money he doesn’t have and hit up his friends – which, to Levi, it is a miracle that his brother even has those: friends –, and Lucifer has learned early on that yelling and scolding those two for their sinful indulgences gets him nowhere, which means he’ll probably spend the evening and most of the next day at the Demon Lord’s castle doing God knows what with Lord Diavolo. That doesn't mean he won't be back tomorrow with a lot of yelling and punishments. Another noise Levi will have to block out.

And Levi?

Levi is once again alone in his room, trying to drown out the noises that are bound to start any second now by playing some video game or watching something he’s already watched a thousand times. It’s days like these where he notices two things: one, he’s the least fun and least spontaneous brother and two, no one wants him. The last thought always hurts the most. His brothers seem to have it all: the status, the life. Only he is bound to be locked up in his room, drowning in self pity and envy that consumes him whole.

“Just you and me again, Henry…” Henry is his best friend, but he has to be realistic and knows that he’s only a goldfish and if Henry could talk back to him, he’d probably also tell Levi to suck it up and shut up. A pang of sadness courses through him at that fact. “It’s always me being left out…” he mumbles once more as his fingers fly across the controller. The game he’s currently playing is a shooter game. Not the best way to get wild emotions under control, but at least it gives both his mind and hands something to do before he completely loses his cool. Satan’s smug face and taunting words are still ringing in his ears: “if you weren’t so awkward, we might ask you to join. At this rate, our company would run for the hills before they willingly went down on you.” A shot straight to his heart. He knows he isn’t anyone’s most desired.

The movements of his fingers slowed, his eyes unfocused on the screen now as envy turned to pure sadness. His heart ached and longed for a connection to someone. It didn’t even have to be romantic, he just wanted someone who would hang out with him, who would accept him and whom he could have fun with. He wanted a friend, someone who he can talk to and get a reply from. A shaky breath escapes his lips as he sits there. The screen is reading ‘game over, try again’ now and the moment Levi sees it, he throws the controller against his wall with a scream, “argh!” Why isn’t he enough?!

Tears are forming in his eyes and he angrily rubs his hands into the orange globes, trying to get rid of the tears. He knows it’s stupid to cry and get angry. It’s even stupider to let his Avatar take control like that, but he can’t help but feel envious of his brothers’ seemingly perfect lives with each other and their friends. Why can’t he have that?

The sudden opening of his bedroom door, which he catches out of the corner of his eye, makes him stiffen up and spin around in his chair. You’re standing there in the doorway, looking confused and mildly worried. “I heard something crash and I wanted to see if everything was alright?” Your worry carried itself through the sentence and hit Levi like another slap in the face. Stupid humans, always poking their noses in things they don’t belong. Still, he could see that your worry was genuine and instead of lashing out like he probably would’ve, he just tells you once: nice and firm.

“Get out, (Y/N). I’m not in the mood.” His words come out harsher than he means them to, but he can’t help it. The last thing he needs is for you to notice the tears welling up in his eyes again. Instead of listening, though, you move into his room, into his space, and close the door behind you. “Are you okay?” Your voice was so soft, so gentle, so caring, and it hit him like a fucking train. He’s biting his tongue, willing for the tears to stay at bay. After all, how can he possibly explain to you how fucking lonely he feels? You’re one of those people who have found friendship within the family almost immediately and you even have friends at RAD, which no one thought would be possible considering your non-demonic self. Wetness rolls down his cheeks and Levi immediately brings up a hand to wipe it away. ‘Please go…’ he thinks to himself, not wanting you to see him like this.

“Levi…?” You call out again, tentatively this time as you slowly step closer to him. Due to him sitting in his chair, you’re practically looming over him, your own eyes boring into his orange ones and in this moment, Levi realises how completely bare he looks to you. The tears are falling now as he takes in a shaky breath, every muscle in his body tense. His demon form has slipped out and his tail has curled itself around him in a form of comfort and protection; the heat and mild sliminess from his scales is seeping into his exposed skin. God, how pathetic he must look right now.

“Why am I not enough, (Y/N)?” The words are choked out and for a moment, fear courses through his veins. Has he said too much, will you laugh at him now, too? Your eyes soften and you could feel your heart break at the sight in front of you. The urge to reach out and wrap him in your arms is suddenly so strong, but you fight against it. “What do you mean? Of course you are enough.” Levi scoffs. Such a standard answer. He doesn’t even know why he said anything, probably because you were looking at him like a hurt animal. “Hey… talk to me, what’s going on?” You encourage softly, glancing around the room until your eyes land on the controller he threw. It’s broken, just like Levi is. The pieces lay on the floor and will never fit together again, or at least not in the way they did before.

“I-I…” he starts, but quickly brings up one of his hands to his mouth to muffle the sobbing that suddenly seems to overtake. Meanwhile, you lean down and pick up the broken controller, collecting the pieces with such care that Levi wonders for a moment if you’d pick him up like that as well; if you could flick him back together. If, once your gaze would meet his broken one, you would look at him with genuine care and sincerity and not like the burden he usually feels like he is. Your eyes meet his in the next moment, he knew they would, but he couldn’t see them clearly with the tears blocking his vision. He heard you set the broken controller pieces on his desk before feeling your arms around him in the moment after.

His whole body stiffened, muscles tightening as your warmth enveloped him. His first instinct is to fight it, to push you off and away just like he always does, but your grip is so firm and unwavering that he allows it, at least, that’s what he tells himself. Truth is, he’s leaning in before he even fully realizes what he’s doing. “Oh, Levi…” you mumble into his hair and he breaks down completely. He feels weak, pathetic and absolutely out of his element as he shakes against your frame, face buried in your chest. His tail, seemingly having a mind of its own, unwraps itself from him and instead wraps around the both of you, pushing you further against him. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he’s calling himself gross for touching you like this, without permission nonetheless, but he also can’t seem to let go.

“I’ve never been enough, (Y/N).” He whispers at some point, barely audible for anyone to pick up on but of course you would. You have some type of super human ears, Levi decides, but then again… you’re just a super human overall. A frown forms on your face as you hold him, not minding the tail that has also wrapped around you. Instead, you let your hands trace gentle patterns on his back, waiting to see if he may say anything else but the only thing you hear is the sound of little sobs and sniffles against your chest. “Levi… of course you are enough, what makes you think otherwise?” Your question makes Levi pause for a moment and pull out of your chest, a soft glare on his face. How can you ask that when he’s literally crying into your chest right now? Soaking your shirt with his tears? Do you not see the pathetic lump sitting in front of you? “I am the outsider of this family, (Y/N). Beel has Belphie, Mammon has…. whatever he has, he’s never here anyway, Lucifer goes to Lord Diavolo any chance he gets and Satan and Asmo… they always team up together. I mean listen to them!” The last words are almost shouted, but the moment it quiets down, the two of you can make out the moans and grunts happening all over the house, along with the high pitched screams of pleasure from who knows whom. A groan of frustration escapes you, but before you can say anything, Levi is adding another line.

“None of my brothers want to hang out with me. They never did. I was always the outlier, the otaku that never fit into their normie lives.” Disgust is laced in his voice, his face distorting for a moment before he continues, “and they made sure to make me feel that way. I know they care for me in their own way, but they make sure to beat me down any chance they get.”

‘Especially Satan…’ Levi adds in his mind, but no matter how much he hates being beaten down, he’d never speak a name out loud. As much as he hates being the punchline, the last thing he wants is for you to start a fight with Satan and get hurt. Levi has no doubt you can hold your own, but you’re nothing compared to a Satan who loses his cool. “I get it. I’m gross and antisocial and I’m not good in social situations, but…”

“But nothing, Levi. So what: you don’t have a twin that you share thoughts with. You’re not a social butterfly who has probably been inside every demon down here. You’re not best friends with the Demon Lord or run into every casino in hell, losing money, but making tons of fake friends with strangers… but so the fuck what?” You ask, looking down at Levi, your hands resting gently on his shoulders. “Levi, you’re so much more than what you give yourself credit for. You’re smart, especially tech smart; you’re lovable, you’re funny and you’re the person I come to when I just want to be at ease. You never force me to talk or share anything that I don’t want to share. You’re easy going and I love sitting with you in silence while some anime plays out. I also love getting sucked into random video games with you, even when it happens unwillingly and I’m a little mad each time.” You smile softly, squeezing his shoulder.

“You’re way more than you give yourself credit for and between you and I? You’re my favorite brother. There’s no place I’d rather be than with you… I actually came here to ask if you wanted to continue our little One Piece marathon?” You look down at him expectantly, but all you find are big, orange eyes staring up at you. You think he’s smart? lovable? funny? Levi is pretty sure he stopped breathing, which also stopped the tears. His tail, however, is once again thinking on its own and conveying Levi’s emotions a little better than his words ever could, because it is tightening around the two of you again. “You… you really think so?” Levi knows you think so, he can find no deception or deceit in your eyes, but he needs you to say it one more time… or maybe a few more times.

Your smile widens and you pull him into another hug before placing a soft kiss on his head, breathing in his comforting scent. “I really do think so. You’re my fave, Levi.” His heart is racing when he hears those words again and although you can’t see it, you can feel the bright smile forming on his lips against your chest as he squeezes tightly. One person. One very, very important person is all it took for him to feel a little bit better. One person he has never had but is now standing in front of him and telling him he’s their favorite. His heart is soaring now and new tears are forming due to completely different reasons.

“Thank you, (Y/N).” He whispers. They’re simple words, but the way he says them tells you everything you need to know.

[sh1sshou]

levi x reader. sfw

“let’s fucking go! i knew that was the right team comp!”

you love your boyfriend to death, you really do. but sometimes he could—can—does get a bit carried away with some of his games.

him screaming after staying silent for what seems like hours happens a lot more than you realize, and you’re surprised you haven’t gotten used to his shrill shrieks and shouts that came seemingly out if nowhere.

while it is a good thing he’s passionate about something, you need this you desperately needed that six hours of sleep or else your brain would completely shut down the second it registers letters on a paper from your quiz. even in hell you suffer with lectures and pop quizzes.

“levi . . .” you groaned, rubbing sleep out of your eyes before propping yourself up against your bed. “come to bed . . .” you muttered, voice barely above a whisper.

as you expected, you’re met with nothing but more clicking sounds from his button mashing on the controller and joystick—none of your words getting through levi’s laser focus determination of grinding at least 50k primos before hitting the hay.

“. . .”

“where’s that last chest? i swear i’ve already circled this-“

this dude cannot be for real.

“. . . levi!”

that seems to finally catch his attention and he removes one headphone away from his ear to make sure he was hearing things correctly and you were calling out his name.

“huh?!”

slumping back down onto the bed the second you got his attention—you suppressed your voice through the pillows, “it’s time to go to bed.”

you could practically hear the pout forming on his face, “but—! let me just open one last chest and i swear i’m going to bed-“ you gave him a muffled whine in protest, if you weren’t so tired you would’ve gotten up and already sleeping on his lap by now.

at the sight of you giving him what he likes to think is a mini tantrum, he shrugged his headphones off and shook his head.

“okay, okay. . . i’m coming.”

the bed slightly dipped at levi’s intrusion, his knees flush against the soft duvet of your bed, and his fingers came up to your sides to pull you close, just like clockwork.

the second you felt his fingertips on you, your hands immediately bolted blindly into him, tugging him impossibly further into you. sleep conquering your consciousness once more.

“i love yoummfggh. . .”

levi loved his games and anime, it’s one of his favorite means of escape from reality. but he loved you a whole lot more. those big titty anime waifus have nothing on you. besides, he could always grind tomorrow. tonight, he’s gonna dream of you—like always.

“good night.” levi whispered, he couldn’t help but smile at your mumbling, “i love you too, player two.”

[lavendermourge]

working on a fic rn too 😼

[sh1sshou]

levi has the nastiest senpai kink. +18

levi has a thing for being called senpai and you can’t convince me otherwise. after probably watching a thousand episodes of anime and you bet—hentai—he’s bound to discover that he gets hard at the thought of being called senpai. you won’t really find out about it until much later into your relationship, though.

he invited you to play some 3d fighting game he’s recently gotten into that you have no clue how to play—so obviously you knew from the get go that you were about to get crushed.

the bright idea to call him said nickname came to you when a scene from an anime recommended popped in your head, and as levi was about to hit the large red fight button at the center of the screen, you decided to innocently tease him with a cheeky smile.

go easy on me, senpai.

you’ve never seen his face get redder than it is in that moment. suddenly he’s darted off to the other side if his room trying to desperately recuperate and hide the ever growing boner in his pants, and him stuttering out rushed sentences of “you can’t just call me that!” “you’re not allowed to say that!” “do you even know what you’re saying?!”

now he’s suddenly in his demon form, tail swaying side to side restlessly, levi’s face wearing a frown and something firm and hard poking in his pants.

it all ends up with the game being long forgotten about and discarded. levi’s chest heaving from above as he’s slowly easing into you with an iron tight grip on your waist you’re sure will leave bruises by the time he’s finished, begging for you to call him that again. he just gets so impossibly hard when he hears you calling him senpai.

“c-can you…please call me senpai again.”

even outside his room you’ve started calling him senpai as a joke when no one’s around, which almost always leads to you getting dragged by his tail back to his room and him asking you to call him the nickname in a very different context.

[sh1sshou]

teasing levi for stumbling over his words (epic fail) +18

levi stutters a lot. aside from having a hard time getting words out when blood is rushing to his face whenever something embarrassing happens, he also stutters and trips over his sentences whenever he’s focused on something and his mouth runs faster than the thoughts in his head.

“fuuuuck!” you heard levi let out a loud groan followed by a dejected sigh—his hands coming up run down his face in frustration. you lifted your head up from the pillow it rested on to see the glowing screen of his monitor display in bright, white letters “mortis.” before the game automatically loaded to his previous save.

you flipped onto your stomach, a teasing smirk already forming on your lips. “still stuck on the same boss?”

levi huffed, “yeah. her attack sequence is soooo annoying, she moves too fast and i have to protect the priest while i try to kill her!” he rambled, fingers already coming back into position on his controller. “i swear, the devs programed this boss to be practically impossible to beat!”

you hummed in response, “i’m so close, just a few more hits and i’ll finally beat her ass! okay leviathan, focus mode: activated!”

a screen of black washed over the monitor after another attempt, and you swear levi is so close to smashing the controller against the wall.

“damn it! this is- this so freaking unfair!” he looked at you, eyes wild. “a-are you seeing this?! this game was made to ragebait me!”

“mmh. i don’t know, this sounds like a skill issue, bro. you suck.”

“DUDE WHAT— m-me?! suck?! do you hear yourself?!” he pouted before shaking his head. you had to hold yourself back from snickering. “i-it doesn’t matter, i’ll defeat her—just you wait!” his hands slapped against his cheeks, something he usually did to focus himself, “now stop distracting me! this ugly bupid boss-“

you bursted out laughing at his words, unable to push it down any further.

“i-i mean stupid boss! u-ugly stupid boss! you know what i meant!” he corrected, his face burning red behind his fingers while you continued laughing at his embarrassment.

“it’s okay, levi. only ultra cool gamers like me don’t stutter.” you teased, leaning in close to poke his cheek, “i know an ultimate secret move that’ll help you, y’gotta beat the boss first though.” you cracked up at your own joke and doubled over laughing—adding more fuel to the already wildly burning flame known as your irritated boyfriend, who was giving you a pointed and mopey look somehow at the same time.

you should’ve known from that point forward however that he was anything but, if you stared hard enough he more-so looked determined.

this brings you to know—you desperately trying your best to take your mind off of the feeling of your cunt being stuff full of his cock and watch him play the boss fight. which was proving to be easier said than done.

“stop squirming.” levi frowned, hands gliding across your thigh before gently squeezing on the supple flesh. your ass pressed flush against his pelvis while he continued to mash the buttons, still fighting that same stupid boss.

“i-i need to muh—move levi— hahh-“ you cut yourself off with a sigh, your incessant shifting only gave yourself a harder time.

“why are you stuttering?” he softly whispered, his unwavering focus trained on the boss on screen, fingers expertly maneuvering the buttons of his controller. “i thought ultra cool gamers don’t do that?”

you fought the desperate urge to wriggle, “wh-whatever! you still can’t beat the boss-“

“yes!” your half-lidded eyes darted up towards the monitor, staring as a cutscene played after he landed the finishing move on the boss, hands slightly loosening their grip on his pants. “told you i could beat her! i just needed some extra focus!” he exclaimed, triumphantly grinning.

he placed his controller down before his chin came down to rest on the crook of your neck and shoulder, large slender fingers lightly spreading your thighs apart with a smile still lingering on his face.

“now, you wanna show me that ultimate secret move to stop stumbling over my words? let’s see if it’ll work on you!”

[maimonai]

Levi's birthday in HOL

**Very much late to the levi birthday party but i couldn't not write something about him, he's three apples tall now.

Leviathan was tense, so much so that his legs were starting to ache. He knew it, he knew this day was too good to be true. He had somehow managed to ruin his own birthday.

It all started when he got out of the bathtub with his right foot, a good sign. Then he didn't have to get ready for RAD, since it was a holiday. He tapped on Henry's habitat, the goldfish swam toward him like a torpedo and began spinning around in random patterns, as if greeting its owner. He swore the fish even formed a heart.

Afterward, Lucifer made breakfast, his older brother knew exactly how he liked his eggs. There were also the small TSL-themed treats that Luke had sent him along with his first present. A compilation of scenes and facts that didn't make it into the final TSL manuscripts, signed by none other than Christopher Peugeot. He cried, obviously.

Then, a gaming session with Belphie, Beel, and Mammon, where he received his second gift. An Azuki-tan beanbag that was only manufactured and sold on an obscure website based on the fourth circle of Hell. He was sure the twins had paid and sent Mammon to gamble for it. Mammon wept uncontrollably as he handed it over, then hugged him for what felt like hours, babbling about how much he'd grown. Beel picked him up and spun him around until he was dizzy, while Belphie just gave him a gentle squeeze and a sleepy smile.

Lunchtime arrived, and he was surprised to see the boxes of Spicy Rainbow Pizza, knowing that Lucifer hated it when they didn't eat "real food." Of course, Satan didn't miss the opportunity to let everyone know he'd bought them. Asmo appeared with his third gift, courtesy of Satan, Solomon, and him. Three boxes full of enchanted manga, series that were never animated, which, when opened, played out the scenes as if it was a real anime. How did they do it? A wizard did.

He spent the entire evening organizing his new collection until dinnertime. The Ruri-chan cake was everything he had dreamed of and more, all the brothers sang happy birthday while encouraging him to make a wish. Tears welled in his eyes as he blew out the candles, though he would never admit it.

After dinner, Lucifer summoned him to his studio. He hadn't expected his fourth gift to be an envelope containing three VIP tickets to a concert by his favorite idol group. Courtesy of Lord Diavolo, Barbatos, and himself. He would never acknowledge the emotion he felt when Lucifer affectionately ruffled his hair, the same way he used to when they were little angels.

Finally, the event he had been eagerly anticipating arrived. Before his birthday, he had made it clear that he didn't want any material gifts from you. All he wanted was for you to spend the night with him. That's why, when he entered his room, a flustered smile spread across his face when he saw you waiting for him in the bathtub.

That was also what got him into this mess. It was insignificant, you probably didn't even notice, but his whole body stiffened the moment you yawned.

Was the movie he chose boring? Were you doing this out of politeness? Did you think he was a boring loser who deserved to die? No, he had to calm down. You weren't that kind of person… right? Great, now he was trembling, his heart was pounding, and his legs were spinning. "Deep breaths, deep breaths" he told himself. Wait, was he hyperventilating? Oh, no, no, no. His mind went blank the moment you slipped your arm across his stomach and snuggled up to him, pressing yourself against him like he was the most comfortable pillow.

"You're nice and warm…" you murmured against his chest. Of course he was warm, he was sweating from panic and anxiety. All he could do was stay still and watch as you took his arm and put it around your shoulders.

The way your body molded to his, your thumb tracing tiny circles on that small patch of skin at his waist where his shirt rode up, your breath brushing against his collarbones, your scent mixing with his, your legs tangling beneath the sheets. He swore he'd die in ten seconds, tops. Of course, then you had to leave one of those little kisses on his shoulder that made him tremble and elicit a pathetic squeal. Your chuckles mixed with the sound of the TV, and his face turned red.

"Levi..." you murmured in that tone you only used with him as you stroked his face, forcing him to look at you. He bit his lip, his eyes nervous and shy, as if he'd been caught doing something wrong.

"Happy birthday, you silly demon." He would have protested over the nickname if you hadn't kissed him. He folded without any pressure, closing his eyes as his hands gripped your shirt, unwilling to let you go. Your kisses always drove him wild, pulling shy moans of pleasure and soft whimpers when you dared to move away.

“I love you.” You whispered while running your fingers through his hair. Those three words said with such conviction that even his deepest insecurities couldn’t overshadow made him smile softly, leaning to nuzzle his nose against yours. He didn’t have to overthink everything with you. This was the best birthday ever.

His family, you and every one of his favorite characters. It was everything someone like him could ask for, he thought.

“I love you more…”

[karminxx]

Finding out you’re a Werewolf

Obey Me Brothers x Reader (Platonic/Fluff)

a/n: Should have posted this ages ago! Just something silly and cute! I’m SO EXCITED for the visual novel!!!!

Lucifer sent you a message, demanding that you come to his room for a chat.

“You haven’t been focusing for the past month,” Lucifer sighs as he stands from his desk chair.

Your brow twitches as you snarl, “It’s been a tough month. I’ll be fine.”

“Right..” He steps towards you. “If your grades do not improve, I will tutor you.”

Crossing your arms, you scoff, “I don’t need it.”

“Really?” His gaze travels down to your lips with narrowed eyes as he steps closer, less than an arm’s length away.

“Obviously, if I—“

His gloved hand gently grabs your jaw, effectively shutting you up. Cautious, his thumb lifts your upper lip, revealing your sharp canines- pushing his thumb against the edge until a dent forms in his skin.

Meeting your gaze, he whispers, “Never met a human with fangs.” His lips form an amused smile, as he’s clearly figured out your little secret and long before the others.

— —

Mammon flops onto your bed and crushes you against the wall- making you wheeze and push him away. After a few minutes, he’s comfortably snug beside you watching the TV. Taking a deep breath through your nose, you scrunch your eyebrows at the smell of floral perfume.

“Were you with Asmo?”

“Huh?” He turns to look at you.

You push your nose into the crook of his neck, and he waves his arms around, panicking before gradually allowing it to happen. “You smell like him.” When you push your head away, he looks visibly confused.

“I was with Asmo this morning.” It’s been hours since they were last in contact. “Wait, how are you smellin’ that?” You shrug, but he doesn’t let go of the topic. “I don’t smell like him.” He sniffs his shirt before adding, “I think.”

You tangle your legs with his and hum, “Just ignore me.”

Realistically, he was not letting that go and spent the rest of the evening analysing every little thing. A few hours pass, and the TV has long been off, and he can’t help but blurt, “You ain’t human.” He turns fully, so he’s facing you.

“I don’t like talking about it.”

Surprisingly, he doesn’t push further and holds your head into his neck. “Don’t change nothing.”

— —

Leviathan barges into your room unannounced, and you’re glad that despite having a sick day off RAD, you got dressed. Admittedly, you aren’t actually sick, just played it up and used your natural warmer temperature to act like you’ve got a cold.

“I need help! It’s quick, I promise!” It’s not like you have much choice when he’s dragging you out of bed.

Stumbling, you almost fall down the stairs and chuckle, “What is it?”

“This.”

At the front door, there’s a mountain of boxes with what you can assume is merch.

“I’ll be careful.” You instantly worry him by picking up a stack of boxes that blocks your vision. Placing them in his room, you return with a smile but falter when you see he hasn’t moved and his jaw is slack.

“What.” He blinks a few times before gushing, “That was so cool! How did you do that? You’re so strong!”

Scratching the back of your neck, you glance at the boxes. “Thanks. Just don’t tell anyone, please.” You’re supposed to be sick after all.

He enthusiastically nods. “Secret’s safe with me!”

You’re grateful that he doesn’t expect an explanation; he’ll most likely figure it out.

— —

Asmodeus’ hands rub lotion up your wrists and down your hands, catching his skin on your nails. “When did you last cut your nails?”

“Um.” You think for a few minutes before answering, “I did it last week.” He turns your hand to look at the underside of your nails.

“Are you sure? They grow well,” he compliments. “I can cut them again if they bother you.”

You nod. “Please.”

Not letting go of your hand, he grabs his file and nail clippers, placing the clippers above the desired length and attempts to clip them; however, your claws end up breaking them and his eyes widen when he notices the small indent. “Oh.” He glances up at you before using his glass file.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he reassures. “I understand if you don’t want to talk about it. I think I understand.” Of course he does. He’s likely met a few werewolves and is intimately educated on them.

You quietly mumble, “It’s embarrassing.”

“Nonsense!” He places his file down and holds your hands in his own. “You are gorgeous! I’m jealous that your nails can withstand so much!”

Avoiding meeting his gaze, you smile, “Thank you.”

— —

Satan feels the rage oozing from your body as you force the door open to the library, listening to your heavy steps and deep breaths. You need a quiet place to calm down, but the eyes on the side of your head are causing further discomfort.

“What?” You can’t stop yourself from snapping as you stare at him.

He takes a moment to look you up and down, finally noticing the blood on your hands. “What happened?” Just as he stands, you step back, and he stays in his place.

Holding their hands together, they attempt to push the anger down. “A demon on the way home was being rude. I know I shouldn’t fall for it, but it just—I couldn’t stop it.” You let out a long exhale. “I feel so stupid. Now I’m just angry at myself.”

He lets out a breathy chuckle and shakes his head. “You did what you had to do. I understand.” As he approaches, you don’t fall back, allowing him to hold your wrists and inspect the blood under your long nails. “Must’ve really deserved it,” he mumbles, amused.

For the first time, you cock your head and question, “Why aren’t you questioning me?”

“I already know.” He smirks, “Not to stereotype, but werewolves are easy for me to notice.”

“Oh.” You pause for a few seconds. “That… makes sense.”

“Let’s get you washed up.”

— —

“I’m done,” you announce and push your plate to Beel on your left.

Shockingly, he glances between you and the plate for a few minutes. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

“But you only ate the steak,” he murmurs with furrowed brows. Humans need a balanced diet, but you don’t eat many vegetables, if any at all. “Are you still hungry?”

You shrug. “A little, but I’ll just eat something later.”

“Why?”

“Hmm?” You turn fully to face him.

“I thought humans needed a good diet.”

Looking around the table at the others in their own conversations, you think for a moment. “Vegetables make me feel bad, so I eat what I can.” Usually Beel isn’t so concerned with your habits, and your explanation doesn’t quell his concern.

He leans in closer. “But humans need them to help digestion.”

“Really?” Feeling cornered, you awkwardly chuckle.

Once he seems satisfied, he leans back and beams, “I trust you.”

— —

Sleeping has become messy since being in the Devildom, as the dim sky doesn’t allow you to guess the time; back in the human realm, you would sleep during the day and stay up at night, having done the night shift. Stuck beneath your covers, you huff as you turn over for the millionth time.

“This is so stupid…” you whisper to no one and sit up.

In the hallways, you stare at portraits you have seen thousands of times- hoping to bore yourself to sleep. Nothing is working.

“Can’t sleep?” Belphegor stands beside you, viewing the portraits with you.

You yawn, “Yep.” This isn’t the first time he’s found you roaming in the middle of the night, and it certainly won’t be the last. “I’m so thrown off whilst being down here.”

“Thought you humans were adaptable,” he teases. “Want to come to the attic?” Wordlessly, you hold his hand and allow him to lead the way.

Warmth envelopes you as he places a blanket over you both, and you softly breathe into his neck. “In the human realm, I would sleep during the day and stay up at night.”

“Night owl?”

You shake your head against his skin. “I struggle to sleep during the night. It’s why I’m sometimes out cold in classes.”

Amused, his chest vibrates. “Lucifer hates it.” Fingers lightly graze your neck as he plays with the tips of your hair.

“Can you help me sleep? Just keep my dreams to yourself.”

Tiredly, he pulls your body closer to his. “Sure.”