Summary - Satan has made his peace about his unrequited love, or has he?
Warnings - Mild angst, otherwise none.
Wordcount - 350+ Words
A/N - Hey, it's been a while. This is just something that has been sitting in my docs since years. I am not sure that I will return to writing on Tumblr like before now. So I have decided to just empty everything and post all the little pieces that have been waiting for me to come around.
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Satan had made his peace with it a long time ago.
You were in love with his brother and you were happy. That’s all that mattered to him.
Did it hurt? It really did. It was worse to bear than the constant slow simmer of wrath beneath his skin, than the countless hurts and wrongs of his life.
Why? He'd lived a long life, he'd seen demons break, half of 'em he'd broken himself. But there's something humorously ironic about getting his heart broken by a tiny little mortal. Unintentionally.
When he'd volunteered to accompany you on your trip to the human world, he'd had no intentions.
Mammon, the lazy sucker, attended only half the classes at the uni, and spent half of those asleep or on his phone. Lucifer had finally lost his patience and assigned him a month of backup classes and projects to make up the missing credits.
The streetlights were spaced widely, more lively at night than Devildom. The roads were empty. Pollution blanketed the skies: there was no moon or stars in sight. Your clothes were rumpled and worn. There was a bit of chocolate on the corner of your mouth from the ice cream. The vanilla underneath that layer of chocolate dripping onto your fingers.
He didn't mean to say it. But...he doubted he'd feel that moment again, that little realization of passing time and the coldness of the cone in his hands. “I’m in love with you,” he said, pausing there by the tiled footpath.
“...What?”
“I…I have been for a long time now," Satan had tried to explain, but it'd been too... He'd read about love, obsessed over it, written about it, he'd wished for it, but no book had prepared him for the roil of knowing unrequited love. "I just—I just wanted you to know. I’m sorry if that’s weird for you to hear.”
You stared at him, ice cream forgotten and left to melt. “I don’t know what to say, Satan.”
“Yeah.” His throat felt wrapped in barbed wire. He tossed the cone aside. A bite of irritation flared in him at the stickiness coating his fingers. He fished out his handkerchief with numb fingers, feeling his eyes start to burn. "It's... Forget it. Forget I said anything."
my reqs are open for obey me x reader drabbles and hcs! ESPECIALLY fem/genderbent characters. i write for lucifer, mammon, levi, belphie, simeon, and satan <3
A shitty one shot about Satan yearning in a really horny way for you. NSFW and whatnot I HOPE IT DOESNT SUCK
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For a demon as old as himself, Satan knows that telling someone you love them shouldn’t be this hard. Then again, how often has a demon as old as himself had to confess his love for another being, especially one quite as enthralling as you? He feels his eyebrows furrow. The familiar burn of irritation rising in his chest at the thought of allowing himself even to imagine that you could be feeling the same way. That you could be wherever you are now, having the same dilemma, the same desire for…
Satan rests his book in his lap, eyes closed as he leans his head back against the chair. Irritation turns into something else as he presses his thumbs just enough into the inner corners of his eyes, hoping to dull the uncontrollable pressure building below the surface. His leg bounces as he’s pulled into a full spiral of thoughts about you, making all of this much harder on himself in the process. He just can’t seem to control himself around you and what a cliche that is!
It’s all your fault, of course! You’re just so sweet to him; he doesn’t know what to do with himself. From checking in on him when you know he’s had a terrible day, spending nearly hours searching for him after yet another nasty argument with Lucifer, just to sit with him while he vents his frustrations to you. You never mind, you never care. You who made him feel like no matter the circumstance, there’s always space to let him just… exist. You know all his favorite books by all his favorite authors, and he didn’t even have to tell you; you just noticed! He’s never felt so seen by another being.
And he can’t even allow himself the courtesy of telling you all of this to your face because there’s no way he is deserving of the sort of love you give him. So he spends as much time as possible with you, taking you on dates that aren’t dates (if you ever asked… which you didn’t), inviting you to sit with him while he reads (you’ve fallen asleep with your head in his lap more times than he can count but that’s friendly… right?), soft, snarky comments about how boring it is listening to Lucifer during council meetings (your absolute perfect laugh making his heart flutter because you think he’s so funny).
Satan groans softly, realizing now that no matter how hard he tries, he cannot convince himself that you’re just another human. He has to tell you, he has to stop this foolish behavior and-
“Satan?”
He jumps abruptly in his seat. Hands moving away from his eyes to see you standing there. Right there! In front of him! For who knows how long! He tries hard to say your name casually, though it’s pretty clear at this point that acting casual is next to impossible.
“How long have you been standing there?” He manages to ask, voice strained.
He watches you glance him over, a look of concern on your face as you answer, “Long enough. What are you doing?”
“Nothing!” Satan blurts, mentally kicking himself at how much of a bumbling idiot he sounds like right now. He’ll have to remember to blame Mammon for this later.
He hears you hum softly before sitting next to him. Satan can’t keep his eyes off of you long enough to even attempt at collecting himself. He knows how he looks, especially to you. It’s not exactly late; he has been alone in this library for upwards of two hours. Sitting alone… in the dark… book open in his hand but never reading… hair and clothes visibly disheveled… He must look ridiculous! All this time spent thinking about you has him looking like he hasn’t slept in days. He feels ridiculous!
“Satan!” He’s startled by the sound of your voice pulling him away from his thoughts. He can’t even focus on what you’re saying and he feels awful for acknowledging that.
“This is your fault.” He states that before he can stop himself. It takes him all of five seconds to realize what he’s done but it’s too late. Your expression changes from one of concern to annoyance. A sour expression on your face that Satan thinks you manage to wear beautifully. He really is thinking like Mammon.
“My fault?” You ask, voice matching that expression on your face
Satan hesitates. On one hand, he’s perfectly content changing the subject to placate you. On the other hand, he knows that attempting this would be worse than just expressing his feelings to you. The chances of you rejecting him are not zero. He would hate to be the reason your friendship ends, but the longer he looks at you, that expression on your face, the knowledge that you’re even concerned for him, that you were in your room (or even with one of his brothers) and thought to check on him. It isn’t the first time, of course, but he can’t help that this time, it just makes him want you more. The very thing ripping his psyche apart is the only thing that could possibly put it back together. And he knows this.
He feels his breathing pick up, ignoring it. He feels himself moving closer, leaning forward, ignoring that too. He watches your expression change, your face heat up, your eyes soften; he can’t ignore that.
You whisper his name softly, as if you’re trying to get his attention, and it nearly makes him shiver. He says nothing, scared his words will betray him. His heart is hammering against his chest. He can’t take his eyes off you. Your faces are inches apart, he’s waiting for you to push him away, yet you never do.
Even when he finally kisses you and you completely tense at the feeling of his lips against yours, you don’t push him away. He can’t believe it. His head is buzzing. He pulls away just enough, just enough to look at you that’s enough to tip him over. Satan feels his whole body warm up at the sight of you. Red faced, quite literally shaking, white knuckling the front of his sweater with your eyes closed.
He kisses you again and this time, there will be no room for hesitation. He’s determined now, fueled by your shared desire for him. An unexpected turn of events has him trying very hard to control himself, but he must. Even as he guides you to lie down on the couch, he can’t pay attention to how his dick twitches at the gasp you let out; when you completely relax under him, but keep your grip on his sweater. He has to stay calm.
His tongue grazes yours softly, enough to elicit the softest of sounds from the back of your throat. Oh, that soft sound is enough for him to throw whatever semblance of rationality he has out of the window. He steadies himself with one of his hands at the side of your head before moving the other to rest at the side of your face gently.
Kissing you a bit deeper, just grazing the roof of your mouth with his tongue, his heart races, and he shifts enough to place his hips against yours. He can’t tell which part of his body needs you more. He feels your hands move to his back. Your fingers dig in as if you’re holding onto him; he can’t even rationalize this. Only minutes ago, he was sprawled against this couch, behaving like he’d fall ill spending another second without your touch. But now?
Now he moves his hand from your face, trailing it slowly down your side, not stopping the kiss for a second. You shiver as he gently dips his fingers under your shirt, just to feel your warmth. The wonderfully uncomfortable pleasure that is his dick straining against his pants only increases when he moves to kiss down your neck. Satan bites softly at first, enough to illicit a response, and what a perfect response you give. Whispering a soft, “don’t stop” as if he could.
He leaves deep hickeys just above your collarbone. The perfect spot, he thinks. Just enough to peek over your shirt, just enough to make whoever saw it second guess. A wonderful idea for later, when his nosey brothers wonder where you got off to for so long. Not that he’s concerned about that right now, of course, he isn’t! He’s much more concerned about the noise you make as he slides his hand past the waistband of your pants. And fuck is he concerned about how wet you are.
“I must say,” He pants against your skin, pressing soft kissing across your panting chest. “I wasn’t expecting to find ourselves in this situation.”
You whine softly. He can’t help but smirk. Using his middle finger to tease you just enough, clit hard and aching through your underwear. He feels your hips move slightly, asking so sweetly for more. And who is he to deny you?
Satan shifts just enough to trap you between himself and the couch effectively. He can’t risk the chance of someone seeing you like this, though he knows nobody ever comes to the library when he’s holed up in here for hours. He looks down at you and stops for just a moment. Your eyes are trained on him, half lidded and glazed over. Hair disheveled and breath uneven, he can’t help but admire how utterly mesmerizing you are like this.
Watching your face as he finally moved his fingers beneath your underwear. He groans at feeling how fully wet you are, slipping two of his fingers into you without resistance. Your head falls back, another gasp. He presses them up just enough, and your hips buck. How responsive!
He begins pumping his fingers into you, unable to help himself. Finding a rhythm that has you truly writhing against him and he can’t help but rut against you. He knows how filthy the two of you look. His fingers press deep, never trying to overwhelm you. No, that’s not what he wants. He wants to fill you. He wants to hit every right spot until you’re seeing stars. He wants to fuck you so good, you’re choking on your pleasure. Satan wants nothing more than to leave an impression of his dick on your insides and he fully plans to. He’s waited and yearned entirely too long for you.
He watches you arch against him, breathing shallow and quick, whining his name. The sound of his fingers working you really makes his dick hurt. But he has to stay calm. He has to let you finish. And as he does, he can’t wait to move you away from this couch, to have you in his room, pressed against his mattress for hours. He nearly cums at the thought. But no. Right now he’ll take care of you. Right now, he can wait because later there’s no chance he’ll let you go.
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IF THIS IS BAD OR TOO OUT OF CHARACTER IM SORRY I LOVE SATAN I SWEAR. I tried to keep it as gn as possible with an afab (willing to do amab) reader, this is my first time writing smut.
Thoughts on the what if of the obey me brothers not making pacts with humans until they want to marry the human.
Just imagine having a pact mark that wraps around your ring finger like its a ring you can’t lose and is a reminder that he would be always there for you.
hello id like an obey me and twisted wonderland match up please!
my name is Fuyu and im 18!
id say im a very outgoing person whos very passionate about my personal interests. I love ranting about them all the time. I also love learning new things and sharing random facts with people (my favorite subject is history !) im a very clingy person both in communicating and physically I love giving my friends hugs and holding hands. and i tend to overthink alot of things. I adore when people actively reach out to me to talk and i prefer calling to texting bc i love hearing peoples voices But when first meeting people i am quite shy when meeting people for the first time but i get more upbeat the more i talk to someone
Hobbies/interests : my hobbies are Cosplaying, Dancing, Art (mainly digital art) , (minorly) crocheting. Pretty much anything crafty related, i absolutely love theater too, i also love fashion studying it and experimenting with it myself I also enjoy anime and rhythm games
Biggest passions : my biggest passion is dance ive been in dance since i was 3 years old and have danced competitively in the past
Biggest pet peeves/fears : my biggest pet peeve is when people cut me off just to change the topic and i have an immense fear of bugs and on a deeper level being alone
What do you value in partners? : communication is a very big thing for me
What do you avoid in partners? : people who dont want to put any effort in and expect me to do all the work. And people who dont communicate if theres a problem and just ghost instead of talking to me directly
Fun facts/extra tidbits you wanna add in! : im in college studying theater education! But i do struggle with some regular subjects (aside from history ofc) but my absolute least favorite is writing. I despise writing with a passion and have massive respect for anyone who can write
appearence: im 5’7 (abt 172cm) im african American and right now i have short hair with blue braids but i usually change the color every few months and im fairly skinny
For twst:Kalim al-Asim or Rook Hunt
Loud passionate blunt and bubbly , Kalim is an ideal partner for you since he will always put in the effort and communicate his wants and needs and he’s getting a lot better at listening to yours too! You’re both just two stars orbiting eachother is the best way I can put it. Also with your passion being dance he will teach you all of the ones from his country and wants to try all the ones you know too!!
Even in his roundabout way of it you’ll get what issues Rook has out of him loud and clear. You just have to take what he says at face value and not look too deep. Strange man. Your clinginess makes him swoon and he will always make sure your fears of being abandoned are put aside. You will never be alone with him.
For om: Satan
Loud. Brash. Satan is what you want. Even if he texts it you because he knows if he opens his mouth intentionally or unintentionally he will scream it at you and he’s working on that , he will communicate! He’s got two left feet himself so watching you dance has him mesmerised. Also , your passions and curiosity are definitely a big yes in his book. I mean c’mon? You’re wonderful for wanting to pursue things like this!
so!!!! what about a selfless mc who got REALLY REALLY sick due to whatever devildom's air got in there.. but doesn't rlly know how to take care of themself (or they simply didn't bother to) because no one else taught them to appreciate themself? so satan(or lucifer) showed mc real love, just pure fluffiness—theyre taking care of mc, teaching them on how to appreciate themself.. (def not projecting)
-🐈⬛anon
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satan x gn!mc!reader • 1.7k
romantic; fluff, angst, comfort
[ sorry for being so late to this 😖🙏 i had meant to do a quick one but then got more fun with it instead and wanted to properly flesh it out so.. i hope this will give you some sort of comfort still (´TωT`)♥︎ i made a few tweaks with focusing on how mc purposely self sabotage by not making their health any better and rejecting help since they don't know how to appreciate themself, and so connected it with the exam season since they had to have higher than average score, and tied into their self worth yada2 i hope you enjoy this piece anon !! thank you for the request 🫶
this ended up not so fluffy aha but i think it's bound to be a little tricky when one or two of the characters are stubborn , they have a fight but they make up (satan is kinda mean in this..) , the fluff is the love and effort 🧟♂️ , mutual pining ]
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81.
Two digits bold in red stamped on the front page. You fix your gaze at the numbers, staring long at it as if to increase them to existence. Biting the inside of your cheek, your fingers crumple the edges of the paper, straining to hold back a choked tear.
After all those endless days and nights...
You sigh. Exit the class and walk straight to the enormous center building of the academy. Up the stairs to the third floor and to the room at the very end to your right. Half an inhale and you're pushing the door open.
Bang!
Darting your gaze to the lone long desk across the room, to the papers piled on top of the desk, to the hand stopping its motions as soon as you observe it, then further above to the light gold colour reflected in the owner's eyes. The Devildom prince's voice is smooth and rumbled as always as he chuckles, "Ah, where are your manners? Are you just that excited to show me your last paper?"
Is he serious? Is he joking? You can't tell.
You brave forward still to approach him, setting the exam paper to his view, forcing yourself to put a smile. "Yes." You finally exhale. "How is it?"
His eyes drop to the piece of paper, with barely a few seconds of attention, before locking eyes with you again. A sweet beam blooms beautifully on his lips as he regards you. "Good job. Don't forget to rest and treat yourself."
Good job.
Was that all it was? Good. Just good?
Dismissing yourself, you tuck Diavolo's words somewhere far and secluded in your mind. If you don't think about it, you wouldn't fixate so much on how you barely got an A. The cheers in the hallway by other students grow muted in your ears. What is there to even celebrate about? Having to prove yourself in a place you didn't ask to be in... and you're just decent.
When you arrive home that evening, you're fast to enchant a lock to your room. By the time dinner rolls by, you let the notifications bombard your D.D.D., listlessly eyeing as one come after the other. They're worried about you? They shouldn't be. You're doing fine.
It isn't until the device suddenly vibrates that you're knocked out of your trance. A cat profile picture...
Cradling the item in your hands, you hit the 'Accept' button, swiftly answered with a faint sigh of relief from the other side. "You okay? Everyone's at the table already."
Gazing at the fluffy white cat image, you remain silent as more minutes pass by. "Were you asleep?" The fourth born continues, softer this time. The space between you is still again. You clutch the phone closer, curling your body inwards until your knees reach your chest. You close your eyes. Listen to the call as a creak sounds, then shuffles, seamlessly flowing to footsteps. Heavy and fast. Like his composure is thinning with concern. Was it normal to deduct a demon's feelings just from their footsteps alone?
It goes on a while, halting at last after a few moments. You think you know where this is going. The D.D.D. echoes, the same voice outside your room. "I've brought your dinner. Open up." You're quiet. "I'll kick this door down if I have to."
"No need. Just leave it by the door." You finally part your lips, fluttering your eyes open to look at the dark brown door staring at you. There's a few beats of rustle and a small clack, and you could make out his shadow staying by your door when he speaks again.
"You need to be by yourself?" You nod, humming a quick 'Mmhm'. Satan doesn't hang up yet, and so do you. Your heart is less heavier and the more you let the call be, the more you want to indulge in this gentle hush. "Be safe, sweetheart." The call clicks.
The next morning, Satan does kick your door down. He was always better in Spells class also anyway. You would have yelled and thrashed him for being rude if your body weren't feeling so heavy. With eyes half wide, you could only manage a grunt as he strides over to you. Peering vacantly to the distance behind him, you note the dinner left untouched by the door, then sweep your gaze to him at last. You don't say anything. He doesn't too.
Sweetheart, huh?
If you lay still and just stare at him, would he drop this? Whatever this is. Barging into your room at peak early of the day... Does he have nothing better to do? And what's he's focusing so hard on? Were your eyes really that swollen? Did he figured out you were bawling yourself the entire night?
Growl.
"Hah." He finally eases his gaze off your face to have a glimpse on your stomach. "You're hungry?," the blonde steps closer, seating himself on the edge of your bed. You quietly watch him again. The silence is sufficient when he repeats, certain this time. "You're hungry. And sick. And you didn't tell anyone?", Satan's eyebrows pinch together in distaste.
No. Not like it matters. Your mind quickly replies, though you have the heart to filter them, closing your eyes and sinking your head further onto your pillow. "It's just a cold."
And that's half the truth. It's not that big of a deal. You get sick, you sleep it off, and if it doesn't go away, then that's a shame. But they all soon do anyway. It's why people around you shrug it off so easily when you mention your sickness in passing. Sure, having your stomach empty or losing your strength to even get out of bed isn't fun. But it all gets better in a couple of hours or days. You learned to eventually stop bringing it up and no one asked. In your book, that means sickness is just a hassle. You were a hassle. Nothing more, nothing less.
Soft pads and murmurs echo near your ears before you get to attempt to situate yourself to a slumber. The room feels a little lighter somehow, that must be magic since your skin tingles with the familiar buzz. There's also a delicious aroma wafting through your space... Fresh meal? He must have did a spell. You feel warm, long fingers pressing gently on your forehead before slowly brushing off your hair backwards. This feels nice.
"Open your eyes." Satan instructs. "I'll feed you."
There's a small beat of silence that weaves its way through the air between you, in your second of hesitation, until you hum his offer off good-naturedly. "You can just leave it on the table. I'll eat later."
You hear the immediate click on his tongue and frown, preparing to be the recipient of his possible bubbling annoyance. But the demon only calls out your name, softly, the noun ending with a croaked sigh. If you had your eyes opened, maybe you could have seen how defeated he just was.
"You've never skipped dinner." He simply says. You pull your conciousness up, flutter your eyes open and look at his straight. He continues without a hitch.
"You didn't read the groupchat. You barely answered when I knocked the door. You left your assignment still open on the table." His fingers slide down to cup your cheek, a thumb tenderly rubbing the skin under your eye in a pause. "You're also really, really warm. And I'm supposed to believe you?"
You weakly sigh. You also really, really didn't want to be a burden in the first place. "It's not the first time," to which you feel him lightly pinch your cheek. "Is that supposed to make me feel better?"
Wincing, you blink your eyes awake to glare at him, "I said I'm fine." Satan purses his lips, holding your gaze stubbornly as his face nears you— Is he crazy? —before dropping his head gently on your shoulder. Ugh.. what an awkward position...
He presses on, "I literally brought dinner to you. You didn't touch it at all. Was that not a deliberate decision? You weren't content with being sick so you want to get sicker? What's that going to give you? Attention?"
Ouch.
Between wrath and affection, there will always need to be a delicate balance. Is it because he's a demon? The line is thinner than usual.
You feel your shoulders shake, and in turn, Satan too who had been relying on you. The sound is familiar— your own ugly sobbing —and not at the same time, not with another being at least. Your throat burns when you gently push him away by his chest, "Go away..."
He doesn't reply, choosing to bury his face into your shoulder, fingers trailing from your face down to rather embrace you with both his arms instead. This way, without meeting your eyes, you could still pinpoint the drooping in his tone when he murmurs, carressing your back as if brushing away his harsh words off of you. "I'm sorry... I didn't- Well, that was uncalled for and now, I made you cry more..."
Slowly, he inches backwards and faces you head on, a dejected look on his handsome face. "I just... want to take care of you. I said something bad so," his hands firmly squeeze your shoulders, "I'll help you double. Triple, quadruple even. Just don't.. shut me out."
It's another trance you will yourself into when you gaze at him from under your eyelashes, smoothing your composure with one deep breath, curling your fingers on his chest.
"Okay."
The demon's lips curve into a faint smile, releasing your shoulders in favour of holding together your hands instead. He waits for you to properly release your tension, working you through breathing together for a few moments before he grabs your attention in a small tap to your knuckle with his thumb.
"Now I'm going to feed you. But if you get sick next time, you have to promise me to eat. When you get sick.. When you're in trouble.. When you're overwhelmed.. If it's too much for you, just call for me. I want to help you, I care about you. Please let me help you." Satan says earnestly, a seemingly desperate tone in his voice. You squeeze his hands once, he squeezes yours back. "Alright."
"Promise?," he pushes, lifting and flexing your fingers to brush the tips with his lips.
"Promise."
my break is over #sad but my requests are still open, prolly not this long tho :'3
» sneaky link/friends with benefits, posesive and jealous characters (kind of yanderish), slowly turning to bottom power
જ⁀➴ Satan
Being together just indoors wasn't a problem for Satan, even part of him found it like quite a funny play with you, a secret between you two, something only you two get to enjoy that doesn't bound any of you into unecesary matterd, you were free to go away and meet when you both needed it. The problem is that Satan is a romantic at heart, the more time you two passed together the more he wanted more, he grow to be tired of just being a secret indoors and shared looks, exactly what was attractive at first became what he hates the most, and while he is not greedy godness you make him a greedy demon, it was that you were just too good, you accepted his nature, you fucked him just the right way, you were able to handle him in a way that made him feel safe and aroused beyond believe, something about the way you hold him in place, the way you thrust on him restlessly when he most need it, that you manage to drain him completely that he isn't even able to feel anger for the longest time, you were ruining him, making him adicted and madly in love and he hates it, because now he realices how frivolous you can be, pretending like if his whole body wasn't marked, like if his inside hasn't been shaped at your form or that the way you kiss him despite treat him so roughtly wasn't everything for him, like if he was no one outside of the room, but he is not going to give up and he can play this game too, the only thing he has to do is to make you want him every second of the day, he will use his connections and knowledge to get in your life, in ever little aspect and deal, he will show off in the most shameless way until the only thing you can think in is him, and in bedroom? He is gonna make you desire him, desire to touch him and kiss him so bad just to make you wait, to make sure your mind is so full of him that you will have no other option that be with him at all times, to be at his side forever, to be so addicted that it will be you the one who simply can't stay away from him
જ⁀➴ Leviathan
He doesn't even know how or what he have done to end up in a situation like this, like, him? a sneaky link? HOW? But, as strange as it may be he completely stops questioning the moment you come to his side more often simply because, who in their right mind would waste the chance to spend some time with someone as perfect as you? Of course he won't say no to you, he doesn't want neither has the strenght to do it! The problem is that he knows that you never promised that he will be the only one and that thought alone drives him crazy, the avatar of envy hates sharing and since you have insisted so much on getting in bed with him now it is only right that you stay at his side, that you stay with him and only him. Leviathan doesn't forget the fact that he doesn't feel enough to make you stay, but he can find a way to make you stay, in the security of his room he spend a long time learning how to be better, what to do and how to move just to make sure you stay at his side, practicing countless hours with toys that can barely compare to you just to learn how to be better, all so when he gets to see you, to be with you he can take the lead, to show you how he can be good too, how he can make you feel like no one else, how he can ride you and take you in a way that would make you feel in heaven, in a way that would make you choose him over everything and anything else, Leviathan is the avatar of envy and because of that same envy and jealousy he will make sure to become everything you could ever desire
