#omswd leviathan

[agusillust]

overpowered

[eugism]

I think the horror potential of Obey Me is sooo overlooked.

Like sir, you're living with seven of the strongest demons in Hell. And yeah, it's easy to forget that sometimes but the stuff you can do with it?

For example, a lot of people forget that Leviathan is literally the Grand Admiral of Hell's Navy. He's been to wars and he has most definitely killed people. Every brother—one way or the other—has killed people. And the potential it has is so high it drives me insane when people don't even think about it.

Yes, the game is light hearted but come on, you live with demons, the stuff they've done (and still do) can and will be morally wrong, and God, do I love it.

The brothers are still big shots in Devildom. Right under Diavolo himself. I like to imagine that a lot of demons are scared of them. You can't look me in the eyes and tell me that a lowly demon can have an argument with Satan, for example, and not get their head blown off. Death doesn't really mean much, especially when it's a low ranked demon they could find a million of in the span of minutes. The brothers are old asf and they've seen the wars in Devildom, too. They most likely fought in them.

Now you may have the argument of "But Mammon constantly gets kicked out of casinos, he gets beaten blah blah" and to that I say; He's Mammon. No matter how pathetic he may seem he's still the second eldest. And if you ask me, one of the most emotionally intelligent and mature ones among the brothers. The reason why Mammon is so often walked over is because he doesn't show his strenght. He has the emotional capability and general strenght to not lose his cool even if he's getting insulted by a low-life who he could obliterate in a second.

But back on track, as I was saying, I believe that all of the brothers have killed people, justified or not, and I just need more fics where they're horrifying demons. Batshit insane. A flick of the wrist and blood's everywhere. The angst you could pull off with it makes my mouth water. Like, just imagine accidentally witnessing one of the brothers killing someone and act like it's nothing. THE POTENTIALLL OH LOOOORDDDDDDD

[melodiesz]

hihi! this is my first time requesting smth (T_T) i wus wondering if you could do what their first time "sleeping" w their lover wuld be like with levi, beel, n satan from obey me? (*_*)

Their first time with you ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

ft: Leviathan, Beelzebub, & Satan x gn!reader

LEVIATHAN

❀ Levi is SO nervous. This isn’t just his first time with you, it’s his first time ever.

❀ That being said, you would definitely have to be the one to initiate it. While binging TSL together in your room, all it takes is for you to cuddle a little too close to him and suddenly he’s hardening in his pjs. ❀ Don’t be surprised if he passes out the second you take your shirt off. He’s a blushing mess, eyes wide and darting all over the room like he can’t decide if he wants to bolt or lean closer.

❀ And if you tease him? Maybe some grinding on the obvious tent in his pants and sucking on his neck? Oh, he’s coming in his favourite boxers with an embarrassed but pleased gasp of your name.

❀ He is SO loud, whiny moans and whimpers leaving his mouth when you finally sink down onto him, riding him while he buries his face in your neck.

❀ Has no clue where to put his hands, would let you guide them wherever you want. Would let you use him however you want, completely fine with being overstimulated if it meant you felt good.

❀ I actually feel like he would know how to please a partner surprisingly well for his first time (probably from reading some freaky ass stuff….), he knows to angle his hips a certain way so that he hits that spot inside you that has you seeing stars.

❀ Again, just wants to make his favourite person feel good. Would die from embarrassment on the spot if you pointed this out, though.

BEELZEBUB

۶ৎ As the tallest out of all of the brothers, it’s common knowledge that Beelzebub is big.

۶ৎ So really it’s hardly a surprise that he has an equally large dick, just to be proportionate! ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ

۶ৎ Ever the gentle giant, Beel decides to prepare you to take him by eating you out. He just gets a little distracted in the process and instead eats you out for hours in the sloppiest, filthiest way you’ve ever experienced.

۶ৎ He pulls orgasm out of orgasm out of you, holding you down with his massive hands splayed over your thighs when you try to squirm away from the overstimulation.

۶ৎ The idea of fucking you is long gone from his brain, happy to spend eternity between your legs. Beel could seriously cum from the taste of you on his tongue alone.

۶ৎ Lost in the sauce would be an understatement. His sounds are almost animalistic, deep grunts muffled by the sloppy sounds your messy eater is making during his feast.

۶ৎ By the time he finally lets up you’re so fucked out that you just lay there in a daze as he leans over you, pupils blown and a mess of drool and juices dripping down his chin. He gives you puppy eyes like he wants to ask for ‘just one more time’ (aka ten), but instead asks if it was good.

۶ৎ With your hair a mess—drool dry on your chin and eyes glazed over as you stare into space—you feel like you don't even need to answer that yes, yes it was good.

SATAN

❥ Now with how much Satan reads, I seriously think he’s a romantic. At least some of those books have got to be romance novels that he can’t help but fantasize about recreating with you.

❥ Your first time together is nothing short of sweet. He wants to show that he loves you, with that passionate look in his eyes that tells you you’re in for a long night.

❥ He guides you through it with a gentle dominance, you on your back on the bed while he traces over your body like he wants to commit your form to memory.

❥ He’s the type to be genuinely insulted if you hide your sounds from him. He wants to be gentle with you for your first time, but he will play dirty and edge you until your sweet voice is begging for him.

❥ He wouldn’t make much noise himself since he wants to hear you, but would talk you through it the whole time.

❥ His low voice whispers encouragements in your ear, telling you to take it or asking if you want it faster, harder, whatever you need; your perfect boyfriend will provide.

❥ His aftercare is top notch, massaging ointments into your sore muscles and hand feeding you your favourite snacks like you were a monarch. Besides, with how you have him wrapped around your finger, you might as well be.

a/n: tysm for the request !! I I’m sorry I took so long getting this out, life has been so busy .·°՞(¯□¯)՞°·.

[zephyrchama]

The convention had drained all of your energy. It was three full days, with early morning starts that fast bled into late nights of fun. You followed Leviathan around crowded masses of otaku, waved lightsticks at concerts, carried shopping bags of shiny new figures, and stood on your feet for hours in a stuffy costume. A famous voice actress gave you her autograph and you shouted your voice hoarse cheering on Leviathan in the video game tournament. It was a total blast.

The two of you had carried your newly acquired merch home, washed, changed, snacked on the last of your energy bars, and basically passed out together when your figurative batteries finally reached zero. It was now sometime in the late afternoon of the next day. You were both awake, kind of, but still too exhausted to rouse yourselves up and rejoin society.

Fun memories of the event kept popping into your mind as you laid next to Leviathan. Or maybe you were on top of him. Perhaps he was on top of you. The two of you were so tangled together that it was hard to tell.

His neck scales felt cool against your cheek. You didn't care if they were bumpy, just as it didn't matter that Leviathan's hand was lodged under your armpit and your elbow was digging into his side. It wasn't too uncomfortable. The oversized t-shirt you changed into that had been launched out of a cannon at one of the concerts was sliding down your shoulder. Leviathan loosely gripped the side of it, his neatly trimmed nails held flush against your body through the fabric. The waistband of his underwear was pulled up higher than his actual bottoms, but you modestly covered it with your thigh.

Your muscles ached. You couldn't straighten your arm all the way and the blisters on your ankles were covered with hastily-applied bandages. Their edges curled upward as the adhesive peeled off, probably due to Leviathan's tail. Part of it wrapped around your lower leg. Every few minutes he would relax too much and his tail would slide off, and every few minutes you felt it steadily coil around your foot again. It was the most movement either of you were capable of making.

Even though you both took very thorough showers to wash the sweaty con funk away, Leviathan still had a spot of black eyeliner smudged across his left eye. A remnant from his incredibly short lived cosplay photoshoot. You would wipe it off for him later, which would distract him from the red scale-shaped imprint left on your face from cuddling against him.

You could hear his shallow, somewhat ragged breathing which proved he was indeed awake and conscious of how close the two of you were. Rather than shying away, he needed you to recharge. The comforting weight of you on/under/beside him was really helping to beat down the fatigue. Usually he would just lock himself away for a week or two to recover. With you around, Levaithan could be operational again in a fraction of that time. This peaceful silence was pure bliss. The cherry on top of a perfect weekend. You felt the muscles in his tail tense as it began to slide and coil around you once more.

[tsukii0002]

Just another night at the House of Lamentations

Satan: You suck, you fucking bitch!!!!

Lucifer: I didn't know you were such a loudmouth.

Meanwhile, at the entrance, news program music plays

Mc: On today's news, we have a fraternal—or perhaps filial—dispute. Tell us, Mammon, as an expert, what's your opinion?

Mammon: The truth is, this is the fifth time this week. Satan isn’t letting up, and he’s lashing out with more and more wit each time. For his part, Lucifer is starting to lose his patience and his facade of righteousness.

Mc: I see. It looks like things are heating up *shuffles some papers* Today we have Levi as our special guest. What do you think of today’s clash?

Levi: You can really feel the intensity rising. I think we might end up with several pieces of broken furniture today… dinner time will surely be disrupted.

Mc: *adjusting an imaginary earpiece* We’re being told that Satan is taking extreme measures, he’s prepared to use a demon as a weapon.

Satan, in the background, throws a sleeping Belphie

Mc: We’ll keep you updated. We hope you’ll join us for the next broadcast

Lucifer: Stop acting like an idiot *gets hit by Belphie and falls down*!!!

Satan: Shut up!!!

Mc: *seductive glance* Have a good night, everyone

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[leviathansgothwife]

You stare at your determined snake boyfriend from your soft bed as he holds fourteen plushies in his grip. Nine in his tail, five in his arms. He trudges over to join you on your bed, dropping the various stuffed animals next to and around your lying figure.

"Here. I know you like being surrounded by plushies, so hopefully this is enough...Do you want more? What- ...What can I do for you?" Levi stares into your eyes, searching for any disapproval.

You smile softly, pushing the stuffies away from your body and putting his switch on your pillow. Levi cocks his head to the side, but you grab his arm, pulling him down onto the bed with you. He yelps at the loss of balance, then begins sputtering at the proximity.

"You. I want you."

Leviathan hisses, covering his rapidly blushing face with his hands. You can't help but laugh to yourself, holding the switch in your own hands. A familiar jingle sounds between you as you power it on. Levi peeks through his fingers.

"Show me that awesome Devil Kart gameplay you were bragging about earlier. And hold me while you're at it, 'kay?" You bat your eyelashes for unnecessary emphasis, fully knowing he would backflip off a cliff if you asked him to.

Levi lets out a high-pitched whine when you turn on your other side, pressing your back against him. He takes the hint, surprisingly, slithering his arms around you. You hand him the switch. Devil Kart is already loading.

"I-if my gameplay sucks, it's because I'm lying on my side! And...and you're also kind of distracting! Gah! In a good way!"

"Mhmmm." You drone, grinning to yourself. Your fingers wrap around Levi's arm as you hold him there, idly rubbing them along his shirt fabric, "If you get first place, we can make out."

Levi immediately locks in. Too much is at stake.

[imissthestarswhenicry]

taking his fish for a walk?

[aydien677]

MC with SH scars

This is really just for comfort. I've noticed another creator on here has been going through it and possibly made an attempt according to their posts so I'd like to bring some awareness back to self harm and suicide. I wish I could tag them but there isn't a private way I can do so and I'm not gonna call them out like that so I hope they at least find this on their own. I'll do this in three separate sections, first big brothers, baby brothers, then dateables.

Big Brothers | Little Brothers | Dateables

Eldest 3 x Mc

TW: Self Harm, Suicidal ideation, Depression,

Lucifer was not a dense man. He noticed everything, his brothers would say he noticed too much while he knows he doesn't see enough. He would have liked to notice sooner, but the scars across Mc's arms were now mostly old, some still fresh as if it were last night, maybe it was just last night. Lucifer didn't like that thought but he couldn't make the evidence before him disappear.

Lucifer's hand was still around Mc's wrist, holding up their sleeve. He looked hurt that they needed this, that they felt they needed to hurt. He let go and watched them pull their sleeve back down. He wished they had come to him, but instead he noticed and panicked, pulling up their sleeve without warning. Mc held their arm, looking panicked and perhaps a little dead inside. Dead inside was ok so long as Mc wasn't dead on the outside too. Lucifer decided to reapproach this with more delicacy than he had when checking their arm.

"I'm sorry Mc, I should've asked before pulling your sleeve up. May I see it again so I can patch you up?"

Mc didn't look back up at Lucifer. They took a moment, but eventually held up their arms for Lucifer to care for. Lucifer had them sit down and grabbed a first aide kit. Mc flinched when they felt hydrogen peroxide sting away at their self inflicted injuries. They let out a shaky breath as Lucifer knelt before them, tightly wrapping their arms in bandages.

"Are you mad at me?"

Lucifer paused and looked at Mc like they slapped him "No, not for this. I could never be mad at you for this. I'm mad at myself for not paying more attention, so you'll stay with me this week so I can keep track of how well you heal."

"Are you gonna tell the others."

"I'll tell them to keep a closer eye on you, the matter of your scars is yours to share."

Mc finally looked up at Lucifer and he could see how tired they were. He finished wrapping their arms and kissed along the bandages like that would fix everything. It didn't, but it made Mc feel better as Lucifer started gently questioning them.

"Mc, do you want to die?"

"I don't know."

Lucifer held Mc's hands to his face "I'm afraid I don't understand Mc."

Mc sniffled and finally allowed themselves to cry "I don't understand either. I don't want to exist at all but dying feels like a lot."

Lucifer reached up and held their cheek while still holding one of their hands in his free one "I like that you exist, and my brothers do too. We all do Mc, so please stay. I know it's probably a lot more to ask of you, but we all like you alive."

"I know, it's just so much."

"Then how can I make it less?"

"I don't know that either."

Lucifer kissed their wrist again "Then how about we drop a few classes at RAD. Some of the ones you're taking aren't required, it would give you less work and more time to recover. Would you like that?"

"Yeah." Mc hesitated before speaking again "and can I keep staying in your room, even after the week is over? I don't wanna be alone."

"Of course, but don't my brothers usually go in your room for the night?"

Mc looks away guilty before confessing another part of their true feelings "I don't always like them in there, it was supposed to be my space but it feels like it's everyone's."

Lucifer's lips pressed into a thin line. He could see how Mc would lack any space of their own in this house. Mc's pact mark started sizzling a little.

"You should kick them out. Be assertive, be confident."

"That would be rude."

Lucifer huffed "Then use my room. My door is always open for you and it's not like I'm using it. My only condition is that you try to stop hurting yourself."

Mc frowned and looked down at the bandages. It sounded simple but it felt impossible when pain felt necessary. Lucifer kissed both of Mc's cheeks to reassure them that they could stay. Mc hugged Lucifer and cries into his shoulder. He held them close to him like they were going to die if he let go, so he wasn't going to. Tomorrow when he wakes up he'll ensure Mc is alive beside him, even if they aren't ready to live yet he can wait.

Mammon had a habit of barging in. Usually it was frowned upon and he felt guilty but not today. Today he wished he'd entered sooner, before Mc had started their process. He stared at their wrists for a few seconds, his eyes trailing along their scars both old and new. The knife in their shaky hands may have been the worst part. Mammon hated to see them hurt so once the shock wore off he ran straight to them and ate the knife, the fact he could crush the blade in his jaw was a good reminder he was a demon.

"Mc what did ya think ya were doing?"

Mc had a moment of pause considering they just watched their man eat a knife but soon came to their senses.

"W-Well I-..."

Mammon took Mc's forearm and hugged it with a pout before getting the first aide kit. He could wait for their answer while he handled their arm. Mc watched him as they tried to think of why, why they wanted to go. Their mind couldn't fathom a response in between the idea that Mammon was mad at them, which was soon disproved.

"I'm not mad, just wondering why? humans are fragile aren't ya?"

"Well yeah, we're easy to hurt. How did you know I was worried you were mad?

"I'm yet first man of course, I can read yer face and see what yer thinking. And I couldn't be mad about this, I am mad at whatever made ya do this."

"It's a habit I picked up to cope with, a lot of things. It's kinda hard to lose and easy to fall back on."

"A lotta things?"

"Mhm, my emotions can get very big until it feels like I'm drowning."

"then let me fight them."

Mc shook their head "that's not how it works Mammon, you can't beat up depression."

"Of course not, he'll be too much of a coward to show up when the great Mammon's around!"

Mc started to laugh at Mammon's silly idea. Mammon only smiled, because their silly idea made Mc laugh so clearly it was working. Mammon finished up with the bandages and grabbed markers from the pile of stuff he kept in their room. Mc tilted their head as he uncapped a yellow one and wrote "Mammon's human" on their wrist before adding decorations.

"Ya know no one hurts what's mine right? And since you're my human n' all then you should stop hurting yourself."

"And if I don't know how?"

Mammon held on to the wrist he was drawing on with a rather tight grip "Well you can't hurt your wrists if I keep holding them!"

"You're going to have to let them go at some point, what if I need to go to the bathroom?"

"Then I go with you."

"Ha, no."

Mammon stopped and thought very hard about it, much harder than he probably should've "Then I'll tie a string around your wrists and hold and end of it while sitting outside. Genius right?"

Mc started giggling again and Mammon handed them a marker so they could join him in drawing on the bandages. Soon their arms were littered with little doodles like dreams of the stars, plants, and Mammon's name imprinted like his desire to keep them forever. Soon there was no more space left to colour in so Mammon threw the markers back in his corner. He had no intention of letting go of Mc's wrist so he bit them while using his hands to wrap the blanket around them both. Mc started giggling again at the ridiculous sight of Mammon holding their wrists in his mouth.

"You really don't have to hold my wrist the whole time when you need your hands silly."

Mammon tried talking around his wrist which made him see how silly it was to try. He let go and wrapped his arms around Mc since it still counted as holding them.

"Fine, I'll just hold all ya then."

"Ok. You staying tonight?"

"'course, can't leave ya alone for a second."

Mammon held on tight but Mc could feel him shaking. He really was holding them like they would disappear any minute, wondering if they really wanted to go or if they were just handling things the only way they knew how. Mc placed their hand on the back of his neck before playing with his hair. Mammon was going to stay tonight, in fact he stayed every night until he was sure they wanted to stay too, and much after that.

Leviathan knew he wasn't supposed to see it. He only got a peek but he could tell that it wasn't just a shadow under their sleeves nor a trick of the light. There truly were scars fresh on Mc's arms. An otaku like him wasn't equipped for this sort of thing but it wasn't something that should be left to fester. It was something to be handled delicately, however Leviathan was not that smart so he grabbed their wrist and ran away with them despite the fact they were talking to Asmo about something. Luckily for him, Asmo was just thought he was finally being confident.

Leviathan pulled Mc into his room after pulling them the whole way and tried to catch his breath. Mc stared at him in confusion but waited for him to catch his breath. Leviathan halted and tried to figure out what the hell he was doing, what if Mc didn't want to talk to a yucky o- Mc flinched when Leviathan suddenly slapped himself. His low opinion of himself didn't matter now so he pushed the words out before his mind drowned them again.

"Mc, can I see your wrists! I mean-"

Mc's face fell and they sighed before pulling up their sleeves with a look that seemed almost like disappointment in themselves. Leviathan jolted but held Mc's wrists gently to see them. Many were old, but there were plenty of fresh ones as well. Leviathan wasn't exactly sure what to do so he grabbed one of the aide kits kept in every room. Mc zoned out a little while Leviathan patched them up. Leviathan finished quickly in the tense silence. As he tied in the last bandage he held his head against their wrists, wishing he had noticed sooner.

"I'm sorry Mc."

Mc looked at Leviathan like he had grown a second head "Wha-"

"I should have noticed sooner! I don't ever want my only friend to disappear! Please stay!"

"Levi..."

Leviathan finally looked up showing that he was crying and Mc was too. The idea they would hurt themselves when humans were so fragile hurt Leviathan, and Mc just wasn't used to anyone caring. Mc sniffled and rested their head on Leviathan's shoulder. Normally he would have stiffened and objected so he wouldn't get his yuckiness on them, but now he hugged them back, which was still stiff but it got the feeling across.

The two stayed like that for a long while. Mc wanted to continue drinking in Leviathan's warm and his awkwardly loving hug. The silence felt like home when Mc had to live through one horrific adventure after another just trying to get by. They were exhausted and Leviathan wished he had seen as much.

"M-Mc, you can always come stay in my room instead of being by yourself. I-I really like it when you're around, and I have plenty of other things you can do instead."

Mc lifted their head so they could make eye contact "It's not that simple, stopping. When a human picks up a habit it will stick, and pain is something we often attach ourselves to."

"B-But I don't want you to be in pain."

Mc blinked back some tears and sniffled "You're so sweet it's hard to remember you're a demon."

"I'm really no- wait, don't change the subject. You're the one hurting here! I should help you, like how the Henry pulled the Lord of Shadow back into the battle when he had almost given up."

"But I'm tired of fighting Levi."

"Th-then I'll fight for you! You can stay here and we can fight your exhaustion with pillows, snacks, and magical girls, right?"

Mc smiled at him and rested their head back on his shoulder "Thank you. Maybe that'll work. How about Madoka magika?"

Leviathan couldn't help but look at them disappointedly "Mc, when I said magical girls I didn't mean sad ones."

Mc giggled and settled deeper into Leviathan, reminding him of what position he was in and making him blank. His feelings of discomfort did not matter as they were drowned in the desire to hold them longer, and he would keep holding on. Leviathan tightened his grip and turned on the TV. Leviathan intended to keep Mc there until they could forget their sadness, uninterrupted and calm. He'll hold on for as long as he has too, until the scars fade and only his hands cover their wrists.