- Is all bone. This boy is uncomfortable to lay on. You might as well lay on a wooden board
- Is somehow hot and cold at the same time??? He’s freezing so you want him off of you, but he’s also a literal furnace, so you want him off of you
- Can’t stay still. He’s subconsciously moving at least one of his limbs when he’s awake, and rolls around so, so much in his sleep. You will find him half off the bed in the morning. Or on the floor. You learned that the hard way when you tripped on him when you tried to get up.
- 100% blanket stealer, but also leaves half his body out from under the blanket boy you do not need all that???
- Is restless, so he can’t do nothing for long. He’s at least gotta be on his phone if you’re laying together for more than ten minutes.
- If he falls asleep, he absolutely snores. He starts breathing from his mouth and it keeps you up you swear to Diavolo you are going to tape his mouth shut one of these nights
- Has frequent nightmares, so he’s always waking you up, whether intentionally or not (not that you mind, of course you wanna comfort him)
- Sleep talker. You’ve never heard this boy sleep quietly through a whole night, he’s either saying some jumble of words or a full comprehensive sentence at least once a night. And it’s freaky too, cause sometimes he’ll fully sit up and look at you, speak a cryptic sentence, then lay back down.
- Of course he’ll hold you if you ask, but he really always wants to be held and is too nervous to ask.
- And if he falls asleep on you? 100% drooler. Your shirt is wet, your chest is wet, and if you tell him about it later he will deny it
- You swear nights with him can be annoyingly uncomfortable but somehow you wake up feeling like it’s the best sleep you’ve ever gotten??
romantic; fluff, angst, very suggestive (or is this breaking the line lol, smut but brief?)
[ cw: noncon in beginning , reader has a dick , not proofread , got into a weird out of skin buzz of lust so here's this , reader implied to sleep around a lot (/not for fun ☹️) ]
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"W-wait-", his brown eyes squeeze close, hands gripping at the leather couch beneath him. Anything he says after that falls flat to your ears, hands too busy pulling down his pants then pumping your own shaft. Your other hand falls to cup his jaw tenderly, a stark contrast to the coldness in your gaze as you meet his. "This is what you want, is it?"
Simeon's mouth opens and closes in a stutter before gripping at you, taking a quick second to push you away instead. "What?! Well, yes, but not so-" "I get it, you don't have to explain yourself", you cut him off, quickly sliding just your tip into his hole before he can manage to retort, his reply coming out into a soft groan.
"N-no! I'm not-!", the angel's face flushes so beautifully as he pushes you again. Harder. A faint 'squelch' follows as your bodies separated. You almost want to pounce on him again until you take in the pout on his face. No matter how dear that expression is, you know that's only the face he makes when he's upset at you. Right. Upset. He can never get angry at you. Does he not feel safe enough with you?
"Not like this," he snaps, voice rougher as his hand wipes down his face as if washing away all the terrible feelings. You wonder if it's regret. "I didn't say I like you just to get into your pants."
For a moment, you trail your eyes to his own exposed still, left to exist as some sort of statement of what you just did and what he just told you. Maybe more of what you just did. Was it not right? What is right even? You're in Devildom of all place and it has always been that way with others, going to you just to satisfy their ow-
"--," Simeon calmly calls out your name. "I like you. I'm confessing to ask you out on a date. Not... whatever.. this is, though I'm not opposed to it. Do I have the honour of courting you?"
It's fucking weird. How does an angel manages to confess in such a half naked state. And why does the oddness of it all makes your heart thrums.
simeon my light thank you for being my goat suggestive-smut muse 🐐
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Anyway, for the tropes n songs event, can I pls req Royalty trope with anyone but Diavolo from Obey Me and a fem!reader?
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1.5K Follower Event: Trope 18 Obey Me
Trope 18: Royalty
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Pairing: Solomon x Fem!Reader (MC)
Warnings: kissing?
Genre: Fluff
Post-Type: Drabbles
Word Count: 970 (I'm so bad at keeping these under the word limit...)
Note: Hey! I'm doing pretty well, thank you so much! This one really inspired me, I got a little too excited with this one heh. Hope you enjoy!
“Speak quickly,” Solomon commands from his throne; you sit beside him on your own throne, your hands intertwined, “I have many matters to attend to today.”
Solomon had become King hundreds of years ago. He was once a Mage with limitless power and brought the land out of great misfortune and danger, so naturally the people begged him to be their leader and he agreed. Being immortal, his people came and went as he remained alive and alone, until he met you. The only woman who had managed to capture his heart; the only woman he had taken as his Queen. The only Queen he’d ever have, you were the love of his life, and his people were very much aware of that.
Several Lords of different Domains within Solomon’s Kingdom had come for their weekly council meeting, informing King Solomon of any issues within their lands that were beyond their own control to solve.
“Yes my King, the people of my Domain have been complaining of scarce resources. We’re not getting enough revenue to keep our villages thriving,” One of the Lords states, looking nervous.
You knew him for his insatiable greed towards his people. The Lord of a land who was surrounded by laveshes yet his own people were struggling to make ends meet. You look at your husband with a raised eyebrow before clearing your throat to speak to the foolish Lord before you. Solomon glances at you with amusement, loving the way you took control of these council meetings whenever you had a solution.
“Allow me to bring light to this unfortunate situation, Lord Belin. I believe your peo-” you begin yet, the Lord brazenly interrupts you.
“Your highness, I was addressing the King, not you. This is a matter for the Great King and Mage himself to handle, not his mere wife.” The man utters with faux respect, letting some malice slip through his lips, not even sparing you a second glance.
You feel Solomon's grip on your hand tighten at the Lord’s harsh words before he stands from his throne, a harsh glare on his face directed at Lord Belin.
“You dare speak harshly to my wife who took the effort to think up a solution for your people, you greedy Lord? Shall you have it my way, I’d drop your title as Lord and send another in to replace you. Or would you rather hear out my beautiful Queen’s words instead?” He seethes, sparks of magic radiating off of him, a sign that he was losing his patience.
You softly reach out for his hand once more, urging him to calm down and take a seat.
Though his words reach Lord Belin as the man is now bowed before you, begging for mercy and for you to continue to help him. You smile at the man, much to Solomon’s dismay as you continue where you left off before.
“Please rise, Lord Belin, it’s quite alright.” you begin, tapping your fingertips on your throne as Solomon's warm hand engulfs your other free hand. “As I was saying, I think it would be profitable for your people to make great goods off the resources that your land thrives in. Winter is a mere few months away and my sources tell me it will be a harsh one. Is your land not full of men and women who are crafty with their hands? It’s the perfect opportunity to use your farms as resources to create winter clothing for all under our Kingdom to come to your land and purchase them. What do you think?”
Solomon watches you with pride, it was a fool-proof solution aside from having Lord Belin himself share a fraction of his wealth with his people.
“Yes my Queen, that is a perfect solution. Thank you for your kindness,” Lord Belin bows again, grateful that he didn’t lose his title after his rudeness before.
“I take it you can use your own wealth to fund your people, yes?” Solomon steps in to ask, anger still in his eyes, almost daring Lord Belin to ask him for anything further, let alone money.
“Of course my King. I’m more than capable of getting things up and running for my Domain, thank you for hearing me out.” He bows again, trembling in fear.
“Very well, council is over,” he addresses the other Vassals in the room with a sigh, “You may all return next week with your concerns. I have other matters to attend to now. You’re all dismissed.” He waves them off and they all scurry out of the room, leaving you alone with your husband.
“Now then,” he rises, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you out of the throne room, “To spend the rest of the day with my beautiful wife.”
He leans into your neck, peppering kisses to your skin, humming contently at finally being alone with you.
“I thought you had other matters to attend to?” You shriek, trying to get him to put you down, but he refuses.
“You are my other matters, dear. I’m all yours for the rest of the day,” he smirks, continuing to carry you to your shared chambers. Knowing he was immortal and you weren’t (though perhaps he had plans to change that one day, shall you agree to it) he was set on spending any free time he had with you as often as he could. After all, you were the only woman who managed to tame the heart of this great powerful mage. He was utterly and completely wrapped around your fingers.
“Well I suppose I can’t complain about that,” you smile, pressing a kiss to his lips; you were equally as obsessed with him as he was with you. And together, you blissfully spent the rest of the evening wrapped in each other's arms.
May I have 19 for Leviathan? Though sounds pretty sweet to have someone bring a plate of sliced fruit. Actually my mother used to do that for me with cut mango slices and pineapple. Thanks if you can answer my request and have a lovely day!
AN: That sounds so sweet ;u; I think I'd melt if someone did that for me
19. Bringing them a plate of their favorite sliced fruit.
Leviathan can fairly easily be found, considering he's either in the kitchen or dining room for meals, in your room to play a game or watch something with you, or the most common option, which is where you find him now; sitting at his PC in his room.
You can't tell today if the desperate clicking is part of a game, or if he's trying to get tickets for a concert, or something else entirely. You don't bother looking at his screen to figure it out; you'd learned that lesson a while ago, and although he didn't necessarily go out of his way to look at anything... discomforting, some of the themes of the games he played were less than desirable to you.
Still, as casually as ever, you set down the plate on his little side table that he set up only because he was very nervous about having drinks right beside his computer. Levi doesn't glance over for a moment; you've put it in the right place, so he has no need to scold you, and he's far too focused.
You're actually about to leave when you hear a triumphant whoop, and Levi flings his arms up in victory, turning to look at you with a grin. He blinks a few times then, actually registering your presence, and looks to the side table.
His ears turn red fairly quickly, even for his standards, and he stands up and walks over to you, slow and unsure, before flinging his arms around you. Small and cute actions, you think, work best for the two of you. Levi loves the little domestic things, and the tiniest action can set him off and turn him a whole new shade of red.
You can't assess his current colour though, because he has his head firmly buried in your shoulder, arms tight around your waist. His fingers dig ever so slightly into your sides.
"This is one of the best 'thank you's I've gotten yet," you laugh, wrapping your own arms tightly around him.
The faint whining noise Levi makes in the back of his throat has you whining. It had taken so long to build up to this, to having Levi be so openly affectionate and cuddly, and it had you beaming every time. It was especially cute that he still gets so flustered each time, though.
When he's recovered enough to loosen his grip, his hands still remain somewhere around your hips and waist, and with a red face he musters up the courage to look into your eyes.
"Stay and eat with me?" he asks, almost pleads, and you can't find it in you to say no.
For the first time in a long ass time, way outta left field, I managed to write something more than just dialogue! It's short, filled with sexual tension, and inspired by this chat:
And my very sexy discord family 💜
Gender neutral MC x Lucifer and an oblivious Diavolo, SFW, let me know if I need to add any tags.
After what seemed like an hour of his teasing ministrations, you'd decided it was enough. You didn't even care they were in the middle of some conversation; you hadn't even been listening as you were trying to distract yourself from the way his lust-filled gaze sent shockwaves down to your core. Diavolo had asked if you were okay, your cheeks had some color but you lied saying it was a normal occurrence when you drank alcohol.
You'd made it through the first three courses, all that remained was dessert and coffee. The main course had been grueling.
Steak. It had to be steak, you weren't even sure what the cut was our even from what animal or beast it came from. Your mouth as already salivating as the aroma filled your senses, but you also felt a pit of dread. You knew what steak meant. Their fangs grew sharper, more pronounced against their skin as they proceeded to finish the slab as if it were nothing more than bread.
You couldn't help but imagine those same fangs pressed against your neck while he pinned you against a wall in some dimly lit hallway. Yes, the main course had been grueling indeed.
(And a version for vegans/vegetarians)
To be polite and respectful, you swallowed the groan when Barbatos placed the bowl of pasta in front of you. This was a formal dinner, you had to remind yourself. You didn't want to see what expression the Avatar of Pride would don if you started cutting up the noodles into smaller pieces like you would normally.
So instead, you tried to mimic those videos you'd watched on how to eat pasta like a sparklespropersparkles person, twirling the noodles around your fork. Was it bad taste to use a spoon? Were you supposed to use a spoon? They weren't, in fact, neither of them were having any trouble at all. Of course. Leave it to the two most powerful demons in the Devildom to make eating tagliolini pasta look like a form of art.
Diavolo was happy to fill the silence while you and Lucifer were eating with interesting events that'd happened recently and ridiculous moonshots you both knew Lucifer would talk him out of of he ever got the inclination the Prince was serious. In the meantime, you were so focused on trying to appear like you knew what you were doing that when you heard a soft grunt from Lucifer, you looked up and realized you hadn't lifted your gaze from your dish. You watched as he lifted his own fork, noodles wrapped and staying put so elegantly, to his lips. The heat you'd been feeling grew as he stared you down with a half-lidded gaze and his tongue pulling the fork into his mouth, making a show of slowly swallowing the creamy noodles, removing the cleaned utensil from between his lips.
It was the most seductive way you'd ever seen anyone eat pasta and it left you feeling starved.
His dulcet laughter echoed through you decided you'd had enough. With a sigh, you set down your fork and spoon, scoot your chair back, and took your plate with you as you walked around the table. You could feel their gazes, but you were resolute in your stride. Pulling out the chair next to Lucifer, you sat down gracefully, took his fork, and resumed eating.
"MC, what do you think you're-"
"If you want to keep eating, you'll have to feed me too."
15 with asmo GN pls thank you happy valentine’s day 🤍
A/N: I’m so sorry this has taken me a while, I’ve really been trying my best. I’m also sorry it’s not super long, but I hope you like it anyway! 💞
You have no idea how much I’ve missed this - Asmo x GN! Reader
“You have no idea how much I’ve missed this”.
The sentence leaves you with a sigh and you hear Asmo chuckle behind you, fingers threading through the nape of your neck.
“Oh?”. His teasing voice comes closer, breath fanning your ear. “Is my touch so addicting?”
“You know the answer to that”. You grin lazily, peeling open one eye. Asmo’s bathroom comes back into focus, with said demon pressed against you from behind, fingers massaging your shoulders with slow, steady circles. The bathwater sloshes around the two of you, warm, silky and smelling of a delightful scent you can’t place. There’s two glasses of champagne on the edge of the enormous tub and you reach over to grab yours.
Asmo presses a kiss to your temple. “And you wouldn’t have it any other way”.
“Mhmm”. You swallow, placing the glass back on the brim and exhaling deeply as he finds another one of your knots. “Oh- yeah, that’s the spot-”
The demon giggles, nipping at your earlobe playfully. “You should let me take care of you more often, darling”.
“If I gave into your little offers every time, we’d never leave your room”, you reply, turning your head to meet his lips and giving him a quick peck. “You’d wear me out in no time”.
There’s a lascivious undertone to his tender grin, ever the demon of lust. “Oh, I’d have plenty of fun ideas for that”.
You can never quite believe your luck in these moments, staring at him in a kind of disbelieving wonder. He’s just so pretty, ashy golden curls falling decoratively over his forehead and long lashes fluttering closed as he entraps you into another, longer kiss. His kisses taste like honey, sweet and entrancing, and you’d never come back up for air if you didn't have to.
His hands leave your shoulders, squeezing your arms as they wander to your waist. You withdraw shortly, reaching up to cup his cheek and run your thumb across his soft cheek. Those little noises he makes when you bite his lip do nothing but further the fluttering of your heart that sends warmth to envelope your body. His touches are light and teasing but oh so loving, practically aching with desire.
“I could stay here forever”. You hear yourself sigh behind closed eyes, and his laugh drifts around you. Here, in his arms, you know you’re desired, you know you’re cherished and adored.
“I’d be offended if you didn't, my dearest”.
His hand finds yours and brings it up to his lips, pressing the gentlest of kisses to your knuckles. You give him a soft smile, expression painted with devotion as he observes you, pink and golden irises reflecting the light.
You jump at the sound of his voice, his words hitting you like a jolt of electricity, recognition that he’d caught you gazing at him washing over you like a bucket of ice cold water, sending a chill to your spine. The suddenness finds you trying your best to look nonchalant, moving your arm out from under your chin where it supported your head while your eyes tore into him, daydreaming. You brain fails to catch up with your movements in time, leaving you to smack your forehead directly on the desk, earning you a few strange looks from classmates around you.
“Geez, you’re clumsy. You’ve got your work cut out for ya if you wanna make sure ya don’t die down here.”
You glare at him, rubbing the newly forming mark adorning your skin. “Aren’t you supposed to make sure I don’t die down here?”, you ask incredulously.
“Sure”, he shrugs at you, “but it ain’t my fault if ya get mauled cause you were too busy staring into space.”
You try your best to look annoyed, but ultimately end up frowning, holding the affected area with your hand, choosing to look straight down at your desk. Anywhere but at him.
You hear a loud sigh, one you were sure was accompanied by eye rolling though you didn’t see.
“Lemme see ya.”
“Huh?!”, you shift in your desk, blush apparent as you try to hide your shock. “R-Really, I’m fine Mammon!”, you say, trying to shoo him away with one hand.
But of course, that doesn’t stop the second born as he bats your hands away from your face, replacing them with his own as he moves you bangs to the side to see the extent of the damage.
He makes a small ‘tch!’ sound under his breath and suddenly rises to his full height, standing up and sticking a hand out to you.
“C’mon”, he says. One word, super matter-of-factly. By his tone alone, you can’t tell if he’s annoyed, uninterested, or upset by this turn of events - but it was definitely one of the above.
But, by the blush on his face, you can tell that was far from how he truly felt.
“We’re goin’ to the nurse’s office. Can’t have my human gettin’ all banged up.”
He avoids looking at you while saying it. You feel yourself heating up at the phrase, heart beating faster, excitement and fear rising in a beautiful mixture of the two. You reach your own hand out to take his own, eyes shining in anticipation-
“I mean, then who will be The Great Mammon’s servant?”
Ah. There it is.
That’s right.
Mammons not into you. There’s absolutely no way he would be, right? You’re just an obligation to him, maybe an acquaintance at best. You’re not even sure you could call him a friend. If he’d even let you call him a friend.
He’s only caring- pretending to care - because he has to. He has to or Lucifer will have his head, right?
He notices your hesitation and takes your hand in his own, surprisingly gently.
He has to…right?
Days have passed since then, and though you still feel like Mammon’s actions were forced, a little part of you wants to believe. Believe that he meant it, believe that he cares about you, believe that he could maybe feel some type of way towards a human. That type of way.
You’ve been enamored by him from the get go. And though his attention was given more as a favor than as an act of kindness, you still vied for it, craved it.
You find yourself putting a little more effort into your appearance, hoping to catch his eye. Hell, you even consider maybe tripping and falling in the hallway, or bumping into a desk. It did work the first time…
Weeks pass and you don’t have to fake an injury to see if he’ll look your way. No, you didn’t have to do a thing. Belphie’s got you covered, currently holding you over a stairwell by your neck, claws digging into your skin, puncturing it in multiple places, causing more blood to drip down your body onto the tile floor below. Your pain being drowned out by your current and urgent need to breathe.
You hear the sound of multiple screams and gasps, Lucifer’s stern voice threatening his youngest brother, a clear sound of panic being hidden within. Asmo’s worried wails calling out both your and the seventh brother’s name, Beel’s confused and tired voice, happy to see his twin but not understanding why you were being attacked. Surely, the person attacking you, that couldn’t really be his brother, could it? Satan’s fear, actual literal fear, something you never see in the fourth born, showing through his shaking voice. Levi’s hyperventilating, his breath not being able to quite stabilize due to the scene before him.
And Mammon.
You hear every emotion in Mammon’s voice.
You hear his unbridled rage, screaming his youngest brother’s name at the top of his lungs. His worry, calling out your own name the sight of your bleeding, mangled body as Belphegor drops you to the floor and you collapse in a heap. His sadness, running over to you and scooping you up, a shell of your former self he just saw ten minutes ago, perfectly fine. His regret, not being there to protect you, not hearing your screams. How long had you held out fighting against his brother . If only he was fast enough…
And finally, the sound of his spirit breaking, clutching at your shoulders, trying his damnedest to shake you awake as your pulse began to fade. Covering himself in your blood as he held you to his chest and shook.
You use the last of your strength to reach out, caressing his face, causing him to look up with tears in his eyes, startled. He grabs on and clutches to your hand so tight, you’d think it might break too.
“Hey. I finally got you to look at me”, you sputter out, smiling at him before you take your last breath.
Except it wasn’t your last breath.
Thanks to Barbatos, you’re still alive. Timeline manipulation was something you didn’t like to think about too deeply, or you’d start spiraling.
But all the same, you stood there, alive.
As your corpse disappeared from his arms (and this timeline), Mammon rises to his full height, grabbing you fiercely and pulling you tight to his chest, breaking down with you in his arms.
It wasn’t long after that he finally told you how he really felt about you.
Now months and years have passed, and you couldn’t be happier, and neither could he. The second born loves you more than you could ever know.
So, the next time you hear him say to you -
“You gotta starin’ problem or what?”
You don’t shy away. You reach a hand out in the middle of class to caress the back of his neck, uncaring about your classmate’s judging looks.
“Of course I do. How could I not stare at The Great Mammon.”
He blushes, trying to hide the smile of his face as he shoos your hands away.
“That’s right, shouldn’t a servant always be lookin’ at their master?”, he asks with a cheesy smile, bolstered personality returning to him.
“That’s right”, you smile back. “That’s why you’re always staring at me, right?”, you tease right back.
“Shuddup.”
Ah. There it is.
That’s right.
Mammons into you. There’s absolutely no way he wouldn’t be, right? You’re everything to him, maybe his whole world at the very least. You’re not even sure you could call him just a friend. He’d let you call him more than that for the rest of time.
The sound of a scream rarely can pull your attention away from your D.D.D. nowadays.
Oh no, you know far better by now.
The days where once you panicked with worry, quickly stumbling over yourself to find which one of the brothers was in danger were long over - now that you know the only real danger in this house hold is the fact that they are dangers to themselves.
You lay lazily on your bed, scrolling through your Devilgram feed on your phone when you hear it: a scream off in the distance, slowly getting louder.
Actually, not louder. Closer.
You can hear it through the thick, oak door that divides you from the rest of the house. There’s some extra noise there too. Perhaps, one or two pairs of footsteps quickly falling on the hardwood floor in succession out in the hallway.
The only action you bother to take is glancing up from your device just to make sure your door is shut, and locked.
You expect it, you could even count down the seconds till it happens. Like clockwork, ever so predictable. The footsteps only get louder until you hear the inevitable banging on the other side of the wood.
Knocking, vigorous knocking. A loud fist slamming against your door so hard and so frantically you thought it might break.
“MC! Are ya in there? Can ya open the door please? Preferably within the next ten seconds.”
You roll your eyes, not bothering to move. Nope, you don’t want any part in this. You can ignore it all you want though, you know how persistent he is. Mammon always gets what he wants.
“MC, please. Ya gotta open up. I’ll do anythin’ ya want for the whole day- no, week if ya let me in!”
Now, that was an interesting proposition. Having a demon butler doesn’t sound too shabby. But Mammon isn’t Barbatos. And the idiot forgets he’s already pact bound to you, forced to do whatever you command on a whim.
You roll your eyes, calling out to him from your bed. “Hmm. Tempting, but not good enough.”
“Not good enough?! Whaddya mean not good enough you lousy-“
He’s cut off by a monstrous roar, one you’d distinctly recognize anywhere. Oh good, Levi summoned Lotan.
Mammon’s knocking gets faster as he pulls on your door handle, practically shaking the frame.
“Please please please please please!”, he pleads with you, sounding increasingly more panicked.
“Okay, okay, fine! I’ll take ya out to that nice restaurant you’ve been yappin’ about all week, that really fancy one!”
Now, you know Mammon good and well, so you know good and well to be suspicious of him and his motives. But, you trust him well enough to not flake out on a deal. He’s a business man and all that.
“Tonight?”, you question, trying to dull the hint of excitement in your tone.
“Yes! Tonight, fine whatever! Just open up already!”
You hear an angry shout of Mammon’s name that could only come from the third eldest getting louder, nearer into earshot.
“Fine.”
You open the door with no warning nor fanfare, causing Mammon, who had been practically leaning his whole body against it, to fall directly flat onto his face in front of you.
You hear a muffled “thanks” from the floor as you quickly shut and lock your door, effectively hiding the troublemaker from the sea monster (and his owner’s) eyesight.
“What’d you do this time?”, you question, arms crossed and peering at the man on your floor with feigned annoyance.
He slowly raises himself up, pushing off the floor and sitting up. He puts a hand to his head, rubbing at a tender area that must have hit the hardwood as you reach out a hand to help him up.
“Argh… What makes ya think I did somethin?”, he grumps. “Do ya really have that little faith in me?”
All it takes is an eyebrow raise from your unamused face before he growls at you- and spills his misdeeds.
“I thought maybe Levi wouldn’t notice if some of those little anime dolls of his went missin’”.
You sigh at him and shake your head in disappointment, multitasking as you take a look at the spot he was rubbing on his forehead, pushing his bangs out of the way to see if it bruised.
“How many did you take?”
“Only one!”, he says, almost as if he’s insulted that you’d insinuate that he took more- but then he falls apart under your gaze.
“Or three.”
“How about you give them back, huh?”, you muse, guiding him to sit down on your bed while you move about the room, walking over to a small antique looking ice chest you kept in the room as a mini fridge and opening the lid, peering inside before moving to your desk to grab something from the drawer.
“Cause I kinda loaned them out-“
You throw a dangerous look over your shoulder at him causing him to flinch and gulp.
“to a pawn shop.”
You make a few small ‘tsk’ sounds at him, reaching into the chest to pull out a handful of ice, wrapping them in the handkerchief you pulled from your desk drawer.
You walk over to him and place it over the red mark appearing on his forehead. Using your hand not holding the makeshift ice pack, you grab one of his, moving it up towards the bundle to replace your own with his, making him hold it instead.
“You know Lucifer’s gonna kill you AND Levi when he finds the hallways flooded with sea water for the second time in a month”, you say, taking his chin in your hand and carefully tilting his head side to side to look for any other cuts, scraps, or marks. You could pretend to be annoyed all you want. You both knew you didn’t mind playing nurse for him.
“Why do ya think I’m hidin’ from em ?”
You let out a small laugh, but shake your head at him all the same.
“Well, I’m looking forward to our impromptu date, but first we’re gonna head to that pawn shop to buy back his figurines, okay golden boy?”
He grunts at you before making eye contact and melting. He could never say no to you, not under that gaze.
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll even buy him another one to go with ‘em. He’s been talkin’ about some new magical girl or whatever, I’m sure I could find one of her.”
You smile at him, cupping his cheek in your hand.
“Perfect, sounds like a plan. Let’s get going”, you smile, moving in to lay a kiss on his cheek, only stopping when you both hear a trickling sound.
You look over at your door only to find water beginning to flow underneath and into your room.
Aaaannnddd, the hallways flooded.
“We are going to have to leave through the window though.”
