#leviathan x autistic reader
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no longer alone
pairing: Leviathan/Reader (can be romantic or platonic, whatever you prefer)
Levi and reader are both autistic <333 and reader’s pronouns are unspecified but masc-intended.
want to preface this by saying that the reader’s experience is essentially written to be mine. I’m not trying to make any generalizations about autism, here—and I state that in the text, too. so, keep that in mind! us autistic people are all different (and also fucking awesome) so the reader may not be exactly the same as you expect. thanks :)
Levi has known his brothers for his entire life, yet he can’t help but feel as if they don’t really understand him. They treat him as an anomaly, an enigma. Levi knows that they just think him to be an antisocial shut-in, but he feels like they don’t make any further effort to understand him. He’s given up on arguing against their claims of him being a loner—it’s not worth the effort and he’s not sure he even has the words to describe himself accurately.
You, on the other hand, are an enigma too. You popped up out of nowhere as an exchange student to RAD. Levi had fully intended to ignore you, but you weren’t content to do the same to him. Admittedly, Levi has developed a sort of prickly exterior to ward people off. That way, they won’t be startled or frightened by his, well, weirdness, as his brothers call it. So, when you knock on his door the very next morning after your arrival to the Devildom, Levi is apprehensive. Against his further judgement, he lets you into his bedroom. You introduce yourself and ask him a bit about himself. Levi can’t stop himself from talking about TSL or Ruri-chan and, secretly, he’s nervously awaiting some sort of disgusted or weirded-out expression from you. Somehow, there’s no such thing. You actually seem to be listening to each word he says. Levi knows that no one cares about his TSL rants or what games he’s playing, but when he sees that intent and interested look on your face, he can’t help but question that notion.
After your first meeting, Levi starts to warm up to you. You’re a refreshing new presence in the House of Lamentation. The last thing Levi needed was another person to judge him for his homebody tendencies, and he's pleasantly surprised that you’ve never breathed a word about him being a loner, loser, otaku, creep...
The more he gets to know you, the more he realizes that you just get him, in a way no one else ever has. Leviathan looks at you and he knows that you understand him, because, well, he sees some of himself in you. He begins to notice things about you—things that he certainly relates to. Levi notices how your gaze always flits about during a conversation, never quite settling and making eye contact with other people. He notices how you’re startled by loud noises, how sometimes you seem frustrated with everyone around you.
One day, he can’t keep his curiosity at bay. Leviathan idly mentions that you understand him rather well, and you hum in response. “Well, I’m autistic, so that’s probably it,” you murmur quietly. Levi has to strain to hear you and when he processes your statement, he finds himself confused.
“What’s that?” Levi asks without hesitation. Typically, he’s a bit more hesitant to ask questions, but he trusts you not to give him a weird look for his curiosity. Indeed, you just look at him with a friendly expression.
“Autism?” You ask. Your eyebrows furrow for a moment. “Oh, I forgot the Devildom isn’t very developed on that kind of stuff. Okay, do you really want me to explain it? It may take a little while.”
Levi nods. Of course he wants to hear your explanation—he wouldn’t have asked otherwise. Levi isn't one to sugarcoat things or lie to protect people’s feelings; he almost always says what’s on his mind.
“Alright,” you nod. “Well, autism—or, Autism Spectrum Disorder—is a disability that encompasses a lot of different things. It’s kind of hard to pinpoint what exactly it is, because autistic people are vastly different from one another. But, there is some sort of framework that people use to identify it.”
“Okay, so,” you take a deep breath. “I guess I’ll start out by describing myself. So... As a child, I was sort of... withdrawn, I guess? I had a lot of trouble with attending school. I was perfectly behaved at school, but the moment I got home, I’d just have a meltdown; I’d be super exhausted and I could never figure out why. Eventually, I realized that I was putting a ton of effort into masking—pretending, basically. I was working really hard to adhere to all the social expectations that I was faced with. Those behaviors didn’t come naturally to me. I had to use up energy to make small talk with people, meet other people’s eyes, remain in my seat without moving, filter out all the background noise and focus on my assignments... You get the idea. You with me so far?”
“Yes,” Leviathan nods. Your story sounds painfully familiar. Levi thinks of his own struggles with school—how he takes nearly all of his classes online to avoid having to attend in-person.
“I didn’t have many friends in high school,” you continue, biting your lip. “Or, I guess I should say... I had friends, but I never hung out with them outside school. I just never saw a need for it.”
“When I went to university, I got super overwhelmed. In case you’re unfamiliar with human university, um... It’s like a sleep-away camp, sort of. Most people live on campus in dorm buildings. University can be exhausting, and there are a lot of students that like to distract themselves with parties and other social events.
“I’m not that social; I don’t need any social interaction to be fulfilled, if that make sense? So, naturally, I felt really out of place at university, where everyone else was constantly partying and spending time in company with other people.
“It took me a long time to realize just why school was so exhausting for me. Once I did, I began to put the pieces together. I really struggle with vagueness and ambiguity, which often results in me needing really explicit directions in order to accomplish something. I’m a very black-and-white thinker, so when things fall in that rather large grey area, I don’t know what to do with them. I have a lot of restrictive interests and it’s hard for me to hold conversations without mentioning them in at least some manner. I’m a pretty sarcastic person, but it’s hard for me to comprehend sarcasm coming from someone else—especially when their tone of voice stays the same. A lot of times, people misinterpret my mood or feelings because my facial expressions aren’t that strong and my voice always sounds the same...”
Levi’s eyes are gradually widening as he listens to you. Everything you’re saying resonates with him deeply—in a manner nothing else quite has before. He swallows hard and continues to listen to you.
“As a kid, I was afraid of dogs because they barked so loudly... I couldn't even go into public bathrooms, because the toilets were so loud... Bright lighting sometimes gives me really bad headaches... A lot of things like that can be part of the autistic experience. Autistic people often have sensory issues, which can prove to be overwhelming.”
“That’s just a few things,” you say with a sigh, entirely unaware of the mental breakdown Leviathan is currently undergoing. “I would go on, but we’d be here for quite a while. Anyway, that’s kind of the overall theme of being autistic: exerting energy just to do simple social tasks that other people can do automatically; having a rigid manner of thinking; sometimes, struggling to communicate or even not wanting to communicate with people at all; constantly feeling like an outsider because you don’t have the same needs as everyone else. We can go into more detail another time, but... that’s the moral of the story.”
“Wow,” Levi chokes out, at an entire loss for words. You’re staring at him for a brief moment before your gaze flits off to somewhere else in the room. Levi realizes that you’re doing the same thing he does in conversations.
“The thing with masking—pretending or putting effort forth to perform social behaviors like eye contact—is that it’s often deeply ingrained into an autistic person’s psyche,” you explain, fiddling with your hands. “I find that I’m often subconsciously forcing myself to perform and pretend for other people’s benefit, which takes a long time to unlearn. But, I’ve noticed that... with you, I don’t feel that same pressure. I feel like I can be myself with you. I think you understand where I’m coming from.” You break off, fidgeting slightly. You’re cracking your knuckles repetitively and tilting your head to the side. Levi feels honored that you feel comfortable enough in front of him to stop masking—as you called it. Now that he thinks about it, he feels as if he’s been doing the same thing whenever he’s in your presence. When Levi’s with you, he can talk about TSL all he wants. He doesn’t feel the need to fill the silence with small talk. The Avatar of Envy doesn’t need to ever verbalize what he’s feeling when he’s around you, because you seem to understand already.
Your story deeply resonates with him, and it’s easy to realize why. “I think I’m autistic, too,” Leviathan blurts out. His eyes widen and he stares at you for assistance. You don’t look the least bit surprised by the revelation; instead, you’re smiling supportively at him. Levi immediately feels tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. He never had the words to describe himself, to explain why he acts the way he does. His behavior had never seemed quite normal to his brothers, and, while Levi recognizes that “normal” is a fluke, he always wanted to fit in with his brothers in the way they all seemed to fit in at school. He always felt like an outsider in their family, as his brothers performed social feats with ease—feats that took nearly all of Levi’s energy to perform and execute. “I’m autistic!” He exclaims, before wincing at how loud his voice is. Thankfully, you don't wince or flinch in the way everyone else does.
“I thought there was something wrong with me,” Leviathan chokes out, tears slipping down his cheeks. He finally gains the courage to look over at you again only to find that you have a heartbroken expression on your face.
“Oh, Levi,” you say with a saddened look on your face. You move to sit a bit closer to him. Levi realizes that you’ve been consistently giving him plenty of personal space and he can’t help but feel extremely grateful for that. “There's absolutely nothing wrong with you. Nothing.”
“And, even if there were something wrong with you...” You break off, squinting for a moment as if puzzling out the words. Levi waits patiently. “...Then we could be wrong... together.” Levi’s heart squeezes in his chest. He feels winded all of a sudden. He doesn’t think you understand how much that means to him. For the longest time, he’s been alone in his struggle.
“Thanks, Henry,” Levi murmurs. The name just slips out and he glances up at you with horror. He hadn’t meant to say that. No, no! He had been doing so well, but now he’s gone and ruined it-
“Now you’re going to make me cry,” you choke out with watery eyes, a bright smile on your face. You clearly understand the depth of his remark—what calling you Henry means to him. Amazingly, your eyes are gleaming and you look like an angel. Levi has never felt such a deep appreciation for another person before. You lean forward ever so slightly, your eyes falling to something behind him. “Can I hug you?”
Levi nods and extends his arms. You lean forward and put your head on his shoulder. Levi wraps his arms around your waist, a warm and fuzzy feeling in his chest. He’s never felt so seen before. For the first time, he feels that someone sees him and understands him for who he is. Levi has never felt like that before. He lets his hands clutch at the sweatshirt you’re wearing, clenching and unclenching his fists in the soft fabric.
“Thanks for telling me,” Levi whispers into your shoulder. He recognizes that this must be a vulnerable topic for humans, if your initial moment of hesitation was anything to go by.
“Thanks for listening,” you respond. As you embrace each other, Levi feels another tear slip down his cheek. This time, his tears aren’t born out of sadness, but instead from joy, happiness, and relief. He holds you close, a brilliant smile on his face.
thanks for reading! writing this was self-care, y’all. and i love levi so fucking much. okiii bye!
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MC needs some extra love
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You’re having an off day. Your demons have asked to make sure nothing’s actually wrong, just to be safe, but they’ve seen you like this a few times before. They understand. You’re just feeling down for no particular reason. Just sad and low energy. Extra tired.
Nothing happened, no one hurt you, nothing’s wrong… you just woke up in a low mood. Because it simply be like that sometimes. You just… need some extra affection today. No reason. It’s okay, they’re not judging. They’ll do what they can to cheer you up a little—they love you, you know. They want to see you smile at least once today.
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Lucifer:
When Lucifer notices your mood, he softens towards you a lot. He asks if anything is wrong first of course—they all do—but once he learns that there’s nothing he needs to correct and no one he needs to punish on your behalf, he just softens. He treats you more gently than usual.
He expects you’ll get fed up entertaining all his brothers, with their endless chaotic energy. So he invites you to hide out with him in his office. You are invited to just sit with him and read, or put on some music, or play a game on your DDD, or just rest… or whatever it is that will help.
He’ll even let you curl up in his lap and cuddle with him if that’s what you want. That cheers him up too.
He quietly redistributes the most taxing of your chores for today amongst the seven of them, to give you time to recharge.
You’ll find Levi and Beel doing the dishes for you when it’s your turn, or if you’re supposed to make dinner you’ll find that Mammon and Asmo have already ordered everyone takeout, and they’re already in the middle of setting it all out on the table. You won’t have to do a thing! If you were supposed to clean up a common space in the house, it’ll already be done by some of your assorted pact partners. You might even find sticky notes placed amongst your homework in Lucifer’s, Satan’s, and Belphie’s handwriting, suggesting edits and books titles to check for better information, and pointing out any parts in your work that are particularly well done.
When you check your DDD later, you see that Lucifer had instructed his brothers to take on what they can from you to make your life easier today. He was not planning on letting you know that, clearly—because he sent that in the brothers group chat. You only know because Karasu’s spy feature showed you.
His support is shown in all these soft, quiet details. Peaceful moments. Simple, but unmistakable reminders of how loved you are. It’s okay if you don’t smile today, even though he would like you too. He will verbally remind you that loves you anyway.
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Mammon:
Mammon’s first instinct, of course, is retail therapy. He offers to take you shopping. He’ll even pay for your stuff! He doesn’t mind if it makes you happy!
You appreciate that very much—and maybe you’d be happy to take him up on that if you were sad for a reason, but… you just have no spare energy. Just thinking about going out exhausts you more. You’d have to deal with looking at things! And forming opinions, and deciding on stuff to buy! There’s crowds and cashiers and bright lights and just… stuff outside! You can’t, you just can’t. You have no energy and you can’t.
The first time Mammon sees you like this, he’s confused. You don’t wanna go out? You don’t want any new stuff?? He sure hasn’t felt like that before!
He puts effort into figuring out what will actually help cheer you up instead. He’s considerate that way.
He tries taking you for a long drive. He tries taking tasks off your to-do list. He tries trailing after you all day to keep you company, holding your hand, chattering all day so you can’t hear your thoughts, staying quiet so you don’t get overstimulated. He cycles through every possible approach over the months, on every random day you happen to wake up like this.
It’s all greatly appreciated—and hey, some of his ideas work better than the rest! You feel loved and cared for regardless. It’s impossible to miss how much he adores you.
Eventually though, he strikes gold!
That particular day, he had been telling you a stupid joke every time he ran into you, in an attempt to make you smile. He gets a weak grin for his troubles just about halfway through the day. He beams at you triumphantly at that, impulsively scooping you up for a hug and repeatedly kissing the top of your head, and—aha! THERE’S the smile he was looking for!
From that point on, he knows what to do!
The next time you wake up in this mood, he takes the first opportunity to give you a playfully over the top show of affection. Over the course of the day, he keeps doing it!
He runs into you in the hallway between classes, he (gently) aggressively ruffles your hair as he passes you. He finds you aimlessly walking through the house, you immediately get snatched into his arms for a nice long squeeze. You sit with him as he’s scrolling through devilgram, he sets it aside for a moment to squish your cheeks between his hands and cover your forehead and nose with loud, playful kisses. You go up to him and request attention? You get kiss attacked, and he won’t let up until you crack a smile!
Your brain hurts, he says, echoing your very first explanation. It’s okay though, he says. He’ll kiss it better, he says.
He is MORE than happy to completely discard the tsundere façade to lean into this… over-the-top affectionate silliness, as long as it continues to make you laugh and smile like that.
He won’t admit it, but… this is more honest. This is much closer to who he is at heart than his usual behaviour is. Try as he might, he can’t hide how much he cares to save his life.
The realest aspect of Mammon is not the dumbass, not the money-grubber, not the uncaring cool guy that he pretends to be… no, it’s the goofy dork who loves you SO much that he’d go to any amount of effort to cheer you up.
He’s damn good at it too! HE was put in charge of your well-being for a reason! He’s the best big brother/guardian/friend/pact partner ever, and you’re his to take care of. He’s not letting HIS human go without smiling once for a whole day! You’re the sole member of his family he can openly dote on, and dammit, he will!
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Levi:
Levi’s go-to is, of course, distracting you with media. He tries games first, but if you’re too low-energy for that, he gets it. He tries anime, movies, shows, videos, manga, whatever you seem to respond best to.
You’ll notice a theme of letting others help, confiding in friends, opening up to people. There are repeated instances of characters asking for support from the rest of the cast and then being helped and taken care of. Lots of power of friendship stories, lots of hurt/comfort and “it’s rotten work” “not to me, not if it’s you” and team-as-family.
Maybe, just maaaybe, he’s trying to tell you something!
He relaxes when you explain that you just woke up like this, sometimes this just happens and it’s no one’s fault, there’s no problem, he doesn’t have to worry about you. He gets that! Sometimes he wakes up like that too. It does happen!
But… you’re his player two! He wants to worry about you!
So he takes care of you the way he wishes someone would take care of him when he gets like that. Gives you the extra love he knows first-hand that you need right now. He lets you choose the entertainment, he holds your hand, and mirrors what you do to self-soothe.
If you wanna lie on the floor and stare at his jellyfish decorations, he’s right next to you. If you wanna tell Henry how you’re feeling, he’s right there with you doing the same so you don’t have to feel self-conscious. If you’re stimming, he will too. That one makes him happy as well! If you wanna burrow into a pile of blankets and plushies like a hognose snake, he totally gets it and will also do that. He does that anyway sometimes, just because it’s comfy.
There’s not a hint of judgement from Levi. Ever. He gets it.
When you guys HAVE to leave his room, like for meals and such, he lends you his headphones. So you don’t get overstimulated from all the noise his brothers make. He never goes far from you, either. He always stays close enough that you can reach for him if you want to.
After dinner, when you’re tired and done with trying to act normal (not that even one of your demons is fooled), Levi brings you back to his room. He asks if you have any requests, anything you want to do, anything he can do to help you. If you know what you need, he’ll just do it. If you don’t, he’ll offer comfort in some form that makes sense to him. He understands that all you really need is some extra love when you’re like this, so he’s not at a loss. He gets it, he feels the same way sometimes, he can do that!
You end up curled up in his lap, hiding your face in his shoulder as he watches an anime you’ve both seen before at a low volume. Familiar and comforting. He’s happy to just sit and chill with you until you feel like you’ve recharged enough. He knows you’d do the same for him.
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Satan:
Satan’s instinct, once he learns what’s going on, is to bring you to the quiet spot outside where the stray cats he has befriended gather and then plonk the chillest one in your lap.
Cats are perfect fluffy little warm purring bundles of free therapy, after all. How could you not be recharged by this?
He’s not wrong, the cat definitely helps. It is in fact a perfect creature.
But… well, you don’t bother to spend the energy on saying so, but being outside isn’t really helping. You cringe at every loud noise. The wind ruffling your clothes every so often is annoying you. You’re sitting on concrete and it’s making you cold. The streetlights feel particularly aggressive to your eyes today. Very stabby. There are smells outside! No one wants that!
You love the cats, but Satan is giving them all his attention and you’re getting just a little bit jealous. You as well are giving the cat in your lap all your attention, and—as stupid as you feel about it—you’re getting a little bit jealous about that too. You want attention too! All the cat has to do is be cute and soft and it can have all the petting and cuddling it wants! As it deserves, yes, but… don’t you as well, though..?
You try to push that feeling away and just pet the cat. The cat did nothing wrong, you still love it, you’re supposed to be feeling MORE recharged from this! Not… whatever it is you do feel. At the end of the day you still enjoy petting the cat and you don’t want it to leave. That’s still true and that’s what matters, you tell yourself.
Eventually the cat decides it’s had enough petting for now, and gets up. Satan checks on you, fully expecting you to be thoroughly cheered up! Instead he sees you staring forlornly at your hands, mostly zoned out. Confused, he asks if you’re okay.
You nod once, giving him a hollow smile.
Now he’s concerned. He takes a minute to finish petting the cats surrounding him—noting the hint of jealousy in your eyes as you observe him—then comes to sit on the concrete stair next to you.
He gently points out that he knows you well enough to detect a lie. Especially an unconvincing lie like that. You give a noncommittal hum in reply. That’s all you have the energy for.
He wraps an arm around your shoulders, letting you slump against his side. Your head leans against his shoulder. His other arm comes up to stroke your head for a moment, then drops down again to take your hand.
In a small, tired voice, you thank him. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze in reply.
Eventually he adjusts you so he can hold you more comfortably. Every so often he kisses the top of your head, or rubs your shoulder, or squeezes your hand, or says something quietly to you. Pointing out a interesting leaf shape, telling you something inconsequential about his day, prompting you to look when one of the cats does something cute, reminding you that he loves you and it’s okay to feel like this. That he enjoys your company no matter what mood you’re in.
This helps a lot more. Eventually you have enough energy to reply to him in full sentences! He’s visibly relieved at that. Still, he continues to hold you.
It’s after this point that a different cat comes up to you. It sniffs your shoelace then rubs itself against your leg. It flops over your shoe, stretching adorably with its little paws reaching up. It looks up at you all wide-eyed and cute, and finally you give a short puff of a laugh. Satan feels it more than hears it, but still!! He feels successful!
You pet this cat as it stands up and sniffs at your free hand. You look at it with a little smile. There’s a bit more soul in this smile, to Satan’s relief.
Later, as the two of you are leaving, he slips the cat a treat and whispers a thank you to it. Then he takes your hand again and leads you back home.
(He makes a mental note to himself for next time: pet the sad human first!! Then go see the cats!)
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Asmo:
Asmo notices that you’re having one of those days today, and he rushes to spoil you. Like Mammon, his first instinct is to take you shopping—but specifically for clothes and makeup and skincare products. Stuff that would cheer him up.
But you’re tired, and he understands that. It’s okay, he still knows what to do!
Asmo brings you into his room. You curl up in a sad, tired lump on his bed. He lets you chill there while he gathers up the stuff he wants.
He returns to you with his arms full of stuff! Nail polish, face masks, a hairbrush, moisturizer and hair oil, etc etc. Stuff for taking care of you.
He makes a point of only doing stuff that doesn’t sting at all. No plucking eyebrows or messing with your cuticles or anything like that. Just the stuff that feels nice.
Asmo quietly chatters about people he knows and stuff he’s used and whatever the latest gossip he’s heard is. Not even really to inform you this time, because he knows you’re probably not gonna remember much when you’re like this, but more to provide you with a constant, grounding backdrop of his familiar voice.
He speaks softly to you as he wipes your face with cleanser and then proceeds with his skincare process. He gently brushes your hair, spending twice as long as necessary just because it feels nice. He insists you don’t bother to move as he sits next to you and paints your nails.
At some point he runs out of stuff to do, so he ends up just brushing over your face with a clean makeup brush. No product on it at all, he’s just doing it to make you relax, because it’s soft and it feels nice. It’s meditative, honestly. For both of you.
He spends a good long while doing that.
He finishes up and lies down next to you. He pulls you into a cuddle. You offer to return the favour for him. Do his skincare and hair and nails and stuff for him, spoil him back—because he deserves the best.
For the first time ever, he declines. He shushes you and holds you tighter. This is the only situation in which he would ever refuse that!
He says you’re more than welcome to return the favour tomorrow if you like, but for now he just wants you to rest. He did all that for you to get you in this relaxed state you’re in right now, don’t get up and un-relax yourself so fast! Keep your brain turned off! It’s good for you sometimes!
… yes, Asmo is surprised by his own selflessness too—more surprised than you are by now, knowing him. He’s always been selfless for your sake since you first became his friend. It still surprises him though.
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Beel:
Beel is your best guy for validation. For quiet, thoughtful, unwavering support. He’s a lot more insightful than he’s often given credit for. He’s one of the best people in this family in terms of emotional intelligence, no question about it.
He knows just what to do. He observes you as the day goes on, taking the first opportunity to pull you aside and check on you without any others around. Just to make absolutely sure there’s nothing else going on.
His voice is soft, his hands are gentle, and he puts effort into understanding you. You’re family, he loves you so much! So of course he would.
He’ll share his food with you of course—both because he wants you to know that he loves you that much, and because he’s trying to remove a task from your to-do list. You don’t have to think about getting food and preparing it and any of that if he just. Does it for you. You can spend your very limited energy elsewhere.
He’ll take you with him on his routine walk, just so you can have a change of scenery and an opportunity to chat uninterrupted.
He listens to you complain about being outside with his characteristic placid sympathy—a combination that would be a bit contradictory if it came from anyone else, but somehow makes perfect sense for Beel. It’s soothing. Reassuring, somehow. He helps a lot, just by being himself.
When you inevitably run out of energy—much quicker than you usually do, but you expected that—he offers to carry you. Or rather, he automatically goes to do it on muscle memory, because that’s just what he does with tired loved ones (Belphie usually). He catches himself and realizes he should ask first in this case. Just to make sure. He’s considerate like that.
You are very tired… and you want contact. So of course you accept the offer. How could you refuse when he offers so earnestly?
He walks in measured, consistent steps as he carries you. The sway of his movement is deliberately relaxing. He’s trying to lull you into a meditative haze, or maybe put you to sleep. Either is good, he thinks.
The warmth of him makes the… everything about being outside when you’re feeling this way a lot more tolerable. The sounds of his footsteps, his breaths, his heartbeat… all of that drowns out the background noise just enough. Your face is pressed into his jacket, so the streetlights don’t stab your eyes and all the distressingly inconsistent outside smells are entirely covered by the spices-aromatics-soap scent of Beel. It’s a smell you know very well, and the familiarity of it is grounding.
Everything about him is grounding, really. He really did know exactly what to do.
At the end of the day… it’s okay if you don’t smile. He would like you to, of course, but he will meet you where you’re at. Anyway, it’s more important to him that you feel like it’s safe to show however it is you actually feel around him. He understands the amount of trust that takes, and he’s honoured by it. Nothing is more important to him than that trust.
So, you don’t have to smile. It’s okay.
Don’t be strong, he tells you. There’s no need, for now. Just let him. Rest, lean on his strength—he’s got more than enough for both of you. He’s got you. He’s not going anywhere.
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Belphie:
Oh, you’re tired? A bit sad, a bit grouchy? Damn. Looks like even HE has more energy than you today. That’s not something he sees often! Well, that’s fine. He knows what to do.
It’s straight to baby jail with you!
In his arms, that is. In bed, surrounded by his best pillows, covered by the least warm heavy blanket he has, so you won’t overheat but will still feel nice and covered.
He positions you so you’re facing each other, with your head tucked under his chin. So you have room to comfortably breathe and talk, but your face is still as covered as possible so you won’t be bothered by any lights.
Emotional intelligence may not be Belphie’s strong suit, but he is observant and he understands exhaustion. This may not exactly be the usual kind of exhaustion, but still! There’s no demon better equipped to understand what’s going on with you right now, just by nature.
He’s totally fine with cuddling you in silence if you don’t feel like talking. That really works for him, actually, because it allows him to nap.
Not that he doesn’t WANT to listen to you. He does. He’d be happy to. But he gets it if you don’t wanna bother with that. It’s okay.
He will, however, delay taking a nap until you doze off first. He just wants to make sure you’re okay. He’s not about to just fall asleep and abandon you if you still need attention.
If you’re not falling asleep very fast, he will help. Not with magic, surprisingly. He’s being more… gentle, he supposes, than that in this situation.
He talks quietly about nothing important. The soft drone of his voice, kept consistent and deliberately soporific, melts into your brain like butter, slowing it way down. Blocking everything else out. Gradually turning it off. One hand rubs your back slowly, almost as if to match the rhythm of his voice.
It’s so relaxing. You feel like you could stay like this forever and never want to move, you’re that comfortable.
Belphie knows what he’s doing.
It works really well! He makes sure you feel loved and cared for, then makes sure you get some extra rest. Mental and physical recharging.
Of course, you wake up feeling a lot better. Maybe not entirely back to your normal self yet, but definitely better. How could you not?
You’re a lot less tired after you’ve slept, and less sad too… so he’s succeeded—but you’re still not smiling!
He can fix that, right?
He lets you get up and stretch first, of course. He does the same. Before you leave the room though, he wraps you up in another hug.
He pulls back to examine your face after a minute or two.
Hmm… you look comfy, but still no smile! He can’t have that! So he hugs you tightly again, but this time his fingers start to lightly poke and brush over your sides. He’s trying to force you to smile by tickling you. He’s not gonna do too much, he’s not trying to overwhelm you. He stops as soon as you crack a smile.
There we go, he says as he gives you one last gentle squeeze. That was all he wanted, he tells you.
He doesn’t let go of you for long, over the rest of the day. Always holding your hand, giving you random hugs, draping himself over your shoulders—but without making you take all his weight for once, because he knows you’re still kinda tired. Enough of it to be soothing, but no more. Just so you don’t get lonely. He doesn’t want you to get all sad again.
If you do get sad again though, it’s okay. He will squish the sadness out of you all over again, as many times as you need. He doesn’t mind.
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#obey me#obey me! shall we date?#obey me headcanons#obey me platonic headcanons#obey me found family#obey me & reader#obey me x reader#obey me requests#obey me scenarios#obey me fic#obey me brothers#obey me hurt/comfort#obey me fluff#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me levi#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me asmo#obey me beelzebub#obey me beel#obey me belphegor#obey me belphie#my writing#gender neutral mc#autistic mc#(implied) (because OP is autistic)
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Leviathan and Mammon both say your name as a vocal stim. While Levi is too shy to do it loud and near people, Mammon doesn't hide it at all. unless you're near him. then he'll deny everything.
#totally not based of me saying Barb and Luci's name for stimming trust me guys#is this love if your autistic partner ain't shouting your name as a stim every five minutes#kizhu#Obey me#obey me swd#obey me shall we date#obey me nb#obey me nightbringer#obey me headcanons#obey me hcs#obey me Mammon#Obey me Leviathan#Obey me leviathan x reader#Obey me Leviathan x mc#Obey me Mammon x reader#Obey me Mammon x mc#obey me shitpost#obey me x reader#om
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Victory..!! (Leviathan x GN! Reader)
When I moved my fanfic reblogs over to this account from my main, I accidentally deleted this fic! I thought I didn’t have a backup, but I noticed today that a version of this was still saved in my Grammarly account!! I’m so happy T_T so if you’ve seen this before, that's because this is a repost :)
Thank you SO MUCH to everyone who commented on this before, your tags made me overjoyed <333
Notes: Intentionally awkward dialogue. An existing romantic relationship between Levi and MC is implied. Originally written for me to cope with stress from school </3
Word count: 1.5K
Shiiing! A loud sound effect suddenly played as my skill activated. Speedy clicks from our controllers consistently sounded out, almost in time to the lively instrumental music playing from the television. Soft noises from Leviathan’s anxious shifting in his beanbag chair and ambient bubbling from the pool in his room joined the noises of the game to create a calm but lively atmosphere.
Leviathan had called me over to his room out of the blue, texting me that he needed some help to beat the final boss of his new Ruri-chan RPG he had been ignoring school to play as of late. For the past few days, I had consistently been visiting his room after finishing my schoolwork to watch him play and had even earned his trust to help him with previous boss fights as well. I was honestly quite hooked on the story. Naturally, I rushed over to his room as soon as I made sure my homework for the next day was complete.
By this point, we had played through this level a few times, working hard to find a strategy that would defeat the hulking demon on the screen once and for all. I wasn’t ready to give up anytime soon, but I was getting quite tired of having to replay the same level over and over again. I couldn’t imagine how Levi felt, considering he had been attempting the same battle solo before I showed up to help.
Our strategy was to have one person attack while the other built up their specials so that we deal consistent damage to the boss. However, the boss’ AI was still quite advanced, and we were both once again close to death in-game.
My character was backed into a dead end. Levi’s character was nowhere to be found. I was maybe two hits away from permanent death, which would bring this round to a disappointing end. I barely managed to dodge a swipe from the boss, gripping my controller tightly as my eyes remained glued to the screen. We were so close..! I was prepared to admit defeat, until…
A close-up of Ruri-chan flashed onto the screen out of nowhere as she pointed her gleaming shovel at the hulking boss in front of me. I looked over at Levi, watching him press his skill button pointedly. Ruri-chan flew in and smacked the boss on the head, causing it to flash bright red before bursting into a collection of golden sparks.
I stared for a moment, confused before my eyes widened in realization. We did it! After an hour of trying, we finally did it! Our strategy worked! I laughed gently in relief, relaxing my arms and allowing the controller to drop to my side.
Beside me, Levi cheered loudly, throwing his arms up into the air in delight.
“Whooo, finally!” he cheered as bright victory music played. Leviathan turned to face me, piercing reptilian eyes locking with mine, glowing softly in the dark room.
“And it’s all thanks to you, player two!” he exclaimed as he threw his arms around me impulsively, squeezing me tightly. I froze. My chest tightened as I was suddenly overwhelmed by a mixture of confusion and happiness. Someone was hugging me… not just someone, but Levi..! I closed my eyes, basking in the pleasant melody of Levi’s giggles in my ear, relishing in the euphoria of the moment.
Levi pulled away, smiling broadly and leaning over me gently, caging me in against the beanbag chair I rested on. He then came to his senses as his eyes widened and an intense blush painted his face. He jumped away suddenly, and the moment was over.
“A-anyway..!” He continued, trying to recover from his embarrassment as he picked up his controller once more and fumbled with it. He seemed to lose his words, and instead opted for silence as he rushed through the text boxes appearing on the screen, pointedly not looking at me. I was too flustered to reply, so we sat in silence as Leviathan clicked through the finale of the game, staring almost too intensely at the screen.
Ruri-chan returned to her hometown with Azuki-tan, and the game ended with the two of them sitting with Ruri-chan’s friends on a hill overlooking the city with not a cloud in the nighttime sky. I was sad the journey was over but glad that we had finally beaten the main storyline. The credits began to roll as a soft piano cover of one of the themes in the game began to play, and Levi looked hesitantly over at me.
“Hey, uh…” he started, taking a deep breath before trying to speak once more.
“S-sorry for hugging you back there out of the blue like... like some normie or something,” he said with a guilty look on his face, “we were just so cool together!” he became excited again for a second, eyes darting over to the credits before remembering to look back to me. I smiled hesitantly at him, closing my eyes for a moment before responding.
“It’s okay, I’m just, ah… unused to being touched by real people,” I said, my voice quivering a bit, “but it was kind of nice,” I mumbled the last part, my face burning up in embarrassment. At this confession, Levi sat up straight, piercing eyes fixed on me once more.
“Wait, you didn’t think it was d-disgusting for someone like me to hug someone like you?” He questioned, excitement creeping back into his voice. I paused for another moment, looking into his eyes before darting them back to the floor.
“No, of course, it wasn’t disgusting, I…”
“Really?? I thought the same! …uh, I mean, well…” he fumbled with his words once more.
“H-hey Levi, can we hug again?” I said suddenly, surprising myself. Levi was at a loss for a moment before replying.
“Y-y-yeah of course, uh…” he mumbled something into his hand, before jumping up suddenly.
“Y-you know, I’m not scared to hug you!” he exclaimed. “If I can complete that boss fight, I can h..hug you also! Yeah, I’ll hug you just like I hug my Ruri-chan pillow if that’s what you want!” His demeanor shifted suddenly as he straightened up in his seat, still staring intently into my eyes. I smiled.
“That would be nice,” I said simply.
“Th-that’s good!” He said a little too loudly, then looked around before shaking his head.
“Okay, here!” He scooted his beanbag chair over to me, then rushed to get a few extra pillows and plushies from nearby to create a small nest. He then kneeled back down beside me, pausing for a moment before snaking his arms around my waist, pulling me partially into his lap in his pile of pillows. Slowly, as if afraid he would leave if I were to move too quickly, I snaked my arm to rest over him as I laid my head against his chest. He was warmer than he looked, and it was soothing.
“I never expected to be able to do something like this with a real person before,” I said quietly. “I’m so happy…” I allowed my eyes to relax as I stared blankly at the television, focusing on the sound of Levi’s breathing and the gentleness of his embrace. He was messing around with the remote, turning the game system off as his breathing started to calm down.
“I feel the same way. I’m so glad I have you here with me, my own player two…” He said gently, coming down from the high-energy excitement of everything that had happened in the past few minutes. “I guess Asmo was kind of right about how nice physical touch can be…” he mumbled to himself as he fumbled with the remote more, eventually switching over to the anime he had been showing me recently. I listened to the sound of his breathing all the while, and the bubbling of Henry 2.0’s fish tank near us. He grabbed his Azuki-tan plush from beside him and pressed it against my arms expectantly, making me laugh softly as I cuddled it against my chest with one arm while still keeping the other draped over Levi.
“I feel a lot better now, being here with you. Thanks, Levi.” I spoke up again, gently, afraid to disturb the sudden peace that had fallen. The anime was loading up on the television screen. Leviathan pressed a hesitant kiss to the side of my forehead.
“I care for you so much, and I want you to be comfortable. Now let’s watch some anime ‘til we fall asleep, ok?” I could hear him smiling, and I returned the smile with a small one of my own. He tightened his arms around me, softly sighing and whispering something to himself.
Levi’s room was safe. Levi was safe. No matter what’s happening in my life, I know I can always come here and overcome battles by his side.
“Okay.” I smiled, allowing my eyes to fall closed as the intro of the anime played in my ears and dreams of Leviathan began to dance in front of my eyes.
#leviathan x reader#levi x reader#obey me leviathan#obey me leviathan x reader#obey me levi x reader#obey me x reader#autistic reader#implied but I want to tag it anyway cuz it's important to meeee#spaceii's writing
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The Seven and a Half Morningstars
AO3 || 2.1K words || you/yours pronouns || Masterlist
Levi and Lilith have something in common. Something none of their brothers have. They both are the reason that 'the morningstar/demon brothers' doesn't really apply anymore.
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transfem sisters figuring themself out together. although, not at the same time or without severe loss (and gain). <3
ft. you loving levi (either romantically or platonically)
Levi knew. She’d known for a long time, but she was content with the way things were. Until you came around. She could handle everyone seeing a gross guy otaku. She could not handle you, seeing her in a way that wasn’t her true self. It felt like lying to you, and that's the last thing she’s ever wanted. Part of her thought it was selfish, but she wanted you to love her. Not him.
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It all began way back in the celestial realm. Back when they were known as the seven brothers. Ofcourse, everyone was siblings to each other in that place, but everybody could tell that these seven had something special between them. Lucifer, the morningstar, had basically adopted the younger boys, and it created a bond that few, if any, could break. While every one of them looked up to Lucifer, each angel was also steadily growing attached to the other 5. Mammon and Asmo were both extremely extroverted and found common ground there, and the twins were already close as could be. Lilith and Levi were both outsiders, and that’s where they connected.
Ofcourse, Lilith had the twins as well, but Lilith tended to wander around more, and he kept feeling like he didn’t really belong in heaven anyway. Ofcourse, Lilith loved his brothers, but sometimes he longed for a different life. A more free one. That’s why he drifted towards Levi. Leviathan always seemed to be in his own little world, and Lilith wanted to join him. So the two hung out a lot together, slowly creating a world away from everyone.
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Lilith laid out on Levi’s bed. His arms reached out towards the roof, seemingly grasping the words to explain his thoughts. “You know,” He began. Levi sat in his chair in the corner of his room. Even though he seemed to be reading a book, Lilith knew Levi would listen to him. “I wish things were different. You understand, right?” A vague ‘hm’ came from the corner. Lilith sat up. He only ever did that when things got serious. “I don’t mean here.” A sigh. “I’m talking about like. Feelings and stuff.” This made Levi pause. Levi knew that he wasn’t the best with feelings or expressing things. But he also knew that Lilith understood that. He closed his book and waited. Clearly, Lilith had a lot to say about this, and the only thing Levi could do was wait and hear him out.
“I’m also not talking about struggling with feelings like you are. This is…” Hesitation. This was definitely a difficult subject for Lilith to talk about. He’d started biting his nails again. “More personal, in a way? I think.” He fell back down on the bed, still fidgeting. Levi slowly looked up.
This was so different from the usual Lilith. Lilith is often so full of energy that Levi could barely even keep up. This Lilith is trying to be calculated and calm, and it’s worrying Levi. “You should stop biting your nails.” A quiet response from Levi. A silent way that tells Lilith that he cares about him, and that he’s paying attention to him.
“Can you come here for a second? Just lay next to me. Please.” To many others this would’ve sounded like a simple request. But Levi picked up on the desperation that was hidden behind it. He slowly got up and walked up to Lilith, who was now curled up on his side. Levi joined him, laying, although stiffly, beside him. Levi wasn’t sure yet how to approach the situation, but he would stay and listen to anything Lilith had to say.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lilith's hand move. An invitation (request?) to hold his hand. He sat aside the discomfort he might feel with physical touch, and joined their fingers together. He’d do anything to comfort Lilith.
“I don’t want to say it this bluntly, but I can't figure out a better way.” Lilith had pulled up a pillow and was clutching it against his chest. “I don’t think I’m a guy.”
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It wasn’t often that people would see Lilith cry. Lilith often had a way of life that would brighten up every room, conversation and face. The ways that Lilith broke that day, in front of Levi, showed the weight of this issue. Clearly this had been bothering Lilith for a long time now.
Lilith began explaining to Levi about all the things she’d wish to be different. And Levi listened. What else could he do? Lilith explained that she didn’t necessarily want her name to change. She’d grown up with this name and had so many memories with it, it was impossible to be complete without her name. But she did want people to refer to her differently. She wanted to be called pretty and cute and beautiful. She wanted to be a little sister.
Levi listened and understood. Levi helped her alter her clothes, helped her pick out new ones. Together with Levi, Lilith became who she wanted to be. And together with Levi, she explained it to everyone else. Thanks to Levi, she became her full self.
Things were glorious for a couple of centuries. Everyone lived and laughed, now being known as ‘The Seven Morningstars’, rather than 'The Seven Brothers'. Everything was perfect.
Until she fell.
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Desperation broke out. How could Father do this? How could He break up their family, their comfort. How dare He take away their little sister. It was unfair.
They had to keep living.
Dark times turned darker upon their arrival in the Devildom, strangers in a new world. But with the darker times, aside from the anger still flaming within everyone, new forms of warmth began to rise as well.
Lilith’s replacement, set free by the anger she caused, came to them. Ofcourse, no one but himself saw Satan as Lilith’s counterpart, but that didn’t soothe his anger. He raged and rampaged wherever he could, but slowly gained comfort in the sister he never had. He finally settled with a piece of Lilith in his heart, allowing himself to release the anger she could never express.
Like before, they started being known as ‘The Seven Brothers’ again.
All the struggles they went through together made them that much closer, now only having each other to depend on. Bond’s grew again and strengthened, setting them up for their new life. A new life that is better than they could’ve ever imagined back in the Celestial Realm. A life with freedom. A life that Lilith gave hers for.
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Levi had taken it hard. Her fall. Even though the relationships with his brothers improved, to levels never even achievable in the celestial realm, an important part of his life became irreplaceable. Someone to actually talk to, someone who got him, someone who was like him. He never got the guts to actually tell her. How he related to her. How he too, wished to change.
It caused a silent suffering.
Until you came. Even though things hadn’t been all that bad, he viewed you as his saviour. The one who brightened up his days again, gave him everything they could. But most importantly, someone who understood him. You made him better. Like his sister had before.
That’s when Levi started to question things again. You were able to give him his confidence back. When you were together, it felt like nothing could tear you apart. It was a mutual understanding between the both of you. It felt like Levi was back with Lilith again, but improved. Ofcourse, nothing could replace Lilith, not even you. But you gave him back his feelings, familiar yet somehow more intense. More worth the risk.
During the healing you were the cause of, Levi began to find their truth again. The truth that they had always already known, but often pushed back, was being indefinitely resurfaced by you. You reminded Levi of her. And now, finally comfortable, she could rise & remain.
Lilith was the one to tell Levi about this. Levi was never good with her own feelings, after all. If she hadn’t indirectly told Leviathan that being like this was okay, that things could change for the better, that life doesn’t have to be a struggle, Levi might’ve never even known. And now, it’s time for her to tell you.
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She wasn’t as brave as her little sister. She couldn’t possibly tell you this straight to your face. Praise to the devildom and its better developed technology. A voice message it’ll be. A regular text message did feel a little too impersonal for something like this.
“Hey. uhm. Right.” A clear fumble with paper can be heard. The clearing of a throat. With a robotic voice, certainly reading a script that’s been spent hours on, Leviathan started. “I don’t know how to properly tell you this. It’s hard. But very. very. important. To me. I. I am not. who you think I am. But I want to be. And I know you want me to be myself as well. You have told me that plenty of times. And I am grateful for that. It is because of your continued persistence in being comfortable with myself that I bring you this. That I trust you with this. Because I don’t think I can continue being a guy.”
It was a sudden and unprompted message to you, with an even more abrupt ending. Upon finishing her script, Levi pressed the send button immediately and directly shut off her phone. She couldn’t bear the thoughts about your response, but knew she’d have to.
It hadn’t even been a minute when you knocked on her door. Within that time, you had listened to the message, sent her a streak of five different messages in response, and raced through the entire HOL to her room. It only took two unanswered knocks for you to barge into her space, where you hurried to her bed to find her already sobbing.
Her emotional state, and her body finally being engulfed in your arms, made her spill everything. About Lilith, and how she was the one that planted this idea in her head in the first place. How hard it had been without her. How regretful she is for never having been able to tell her little sister.
She told you about how much you mean to her, and how she kept thinking, no, knowing, you only loved the wrong version of her. You loved the version of her that kept wishing he was different, that forced himself to be someone he only partly was. You loved someone that was not her. And she told you about how hurt that made her feel.
But she also talked about how loved she felt by you. How despite the rude comments Levi made, both towards Levi’s self as to others, it never made you love Levi any less. She talked about how lovingly and calmly you always handled her meltdowns, how you asked permission for every touch, how you didn’t grow annoyed anytime her energy was too low. She talked about all the things she would miss if she lost you. Things only you could give her. Things that made her feel like she was worthy of love, things that made her believe being herself might be worth it. You make her believe suffering doesn’t have to be.
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It was an emotional and extremely draining rant. Many tears were shed, from both sides. At the end, you had simply kissed her head. It was enough for Leviathan to feel at peace. The mentally taxing questions could come later. For now the two of you would cuddle and rewatch TSL. No need to talk. Now was the time to simply lay embraced and at rest, as the both of you slowly drifted off thanks to the comfortable atmosphere. It somehow felt an impossible amount more loving than usual.
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It was amazing to see her flourish. Huge bits of her anxieties were visibly taken away as soon as she grew comfortable in her new out and proud identity. She smiled and laughed more, talked more enthusiastically in her higher trained voice, and was more excited for the mundane joys. Life was easier. Life was better. Alongside you, thanks to you, she grew into herself. Nothing else changed much. She kept being her otaku self, she kept sneering comments anytime her envy flared up, and she kept the same bond with each of her brothers like she always had. Loving in their own special way.
Although, admittedly, one sibling-relationship did change. Anytime she found joy in her womanhood, there was a little part in her that felt more love, more similarity for her sister. A connection that was evergrowing. Despite never being able to tell Lilith, Levi knew she had known. Lilith had always had her way with people like that. Levi knew that somewhere, Lilith was smiling down to her. The exact same way she had once she started living her full life as herself.
#transfems my love <3#also levi's hella autistic <3#anyway although Levi's gender is so magical that it'll remain a secret to me personally. I will always firmly believe that Lilith is a tran#btw titel is not to call either satan or lilith half a morningstar. it just feels weird to put either 7 or 8 because neither feel true to m#urgh#obey me#obey me fanfic#obey me x reader#obey me leviathan x reader#leviathan x reader#transfeminine fanfic#transgender#obey me fluff#obey me leviathan#obey me lilith#obey me sibling bonding#obey me comfort#sillyposting#my work
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Leviathan’s sensory heaven?
Head and back scratches
If you run your fingers through his hair he will MELT. being autistic and having sensory issues means you kinda get used to being a little itchy everywhere all the time, so you forget how amazing it feels to be scratched. PLEEAAAASE sit on top of him and scratch his back!!! he will literally be yours forever. he just wants your hands on him all the time scratching and caressing and holding. even better if you let him lay on your lap while you scratch his head. mess up his hair all you want, that’s how you know it’s GOOD scritches
#sensory heaven#obey me shall we date#obey me#obey me headcanons#leviathan is autistic#leviathan obey me#leviathan headcanons#leviathan x you#leviathan x reader#obey me fluff#fluff#headcanon
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hello hello hi hello hi i know there’s still alot in the workings but there are just no words coming out of my typing fingies and i finally had this idea thanks to @squid-boo n mine’s autistic little brains (and them requesting it djdjkdjsj) and decided to write it while it’s still fresh on the brain👍👍 so for all my little autistic people…
mamm0n and lev1 with an aut1stic s/o includes;;
ps: autism can look different for everyone! i just took some of the traits/things i heard of from people with autism and my own struggles/traits, they might not be what others experience!!!
ps 2: okay so ive been having so much trouble writing lately,,, theres alot going on in my life and honestly my body is giving up on me i may come here sometimes to write some small things but im not sure if i'm gonna be able to write everyone's requests sorry!!!
tw? none a oui
genre? fluff, humor, comfort??
type of writing? headcanons!!! :D
mamm0n !!
i hc mammon somewhere on the neurodivergent spectrum
so in some ways he might be like 😃💡!!
but he may sometimes cross certain boundaries in his enthusiasm
however, explain to him what to do and not to do and he’s better than ur therapist
really tries to focus on ur special interests !!
finds it really annoying you can poke through his barricade so easily
especially if you confront him with his feels for you
>:)
mammon can be very spontaneous, which may be hard for you, especially if they are plans of going out ect (and whatever the heck he comes up with lets be honest) at some point
sorry y'all i really tried to milk my two braincells for more mammon hcs but there is nothing in there :,)
lev1athan!!!!
leviathan gets you
he's been there, done that
he's on the spectrum for sure and he knows what ur going through at times
obsessing over your interests is not a special occasion for the two of you
sometimes you might get a little too deep and lucifer has to pull you out of his room to get you guys back to functioning again
will help you plan stuff if thats what you need and want some help with!!! he understands that sometimes being spontanious is hard and wont blame you if you need to pull back for a little while!
especially when you start overexplaing yourself about how you really like to spend time with him but sometimes your mind is too full and you didnt expect this and ur not prepared and you love him but
comforting eachother~
you may always use his headphones if ur overstimulated :)
they are noicecanceling ones too~
at some point he buys you your own (if you didnt have them on you when you got randomly teleported to the devildom)
hhhh that was all i have for now,,, maybeeeee simeon and beel next time?👀
#obey me shall we date#obey me x reader#obey me levi#obey me levi x reader#omswd leviathan#om! leviathan#omswd mammon#mammon x mc#mammonobeyme#mammon avatar of greed#autism#autistic spectrum
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Really Silly Levi Fic (~650 words)
Literally made this only for me. If someone else likes it that’s on you.
Me and Fnaf and Levi and Tsl we are so silly.
Levi gets it. He’s the same way with TSL as you are with FNAF.
“AHHH!” He screams and tears his headphones off his head. “WHAT THE FUCK?”
You hold your hand over your mouth and giggle.
“WHAT THE FUCK, MC?” Levi turns to you in his spinny chair. “What is this game…?”
“Five Nights at Freddy’s,” you reply, still kinda laughing.
“Why did the bunny attack me? What the hell is this game about? Why is it scary?” Levi is no stranger to horror games, but he wasn’t expecting some human world game to be… actually able to startle him.
“What do you think?”
“It’s cool, I mean, the concept is neat, but what part of it is your favorite. You said this is your special interest, right? Like what about it… makes you go?”
“I like the characters, and the games, but I really like the lore speculations. Like it’s crazy how many possibilities could be canon. In the VR, I think it was, the narrator says something about the first games being the ramblings of a mad man, and that’s meant to be a joke, but if it isn’t a joke that means everything before it came out was fake, and that makes you wonder what is the cannon then? Like were there any child murders? What did William Afton even do to become a bad guy? Did the spring lock incident even happen?
“It’s really hard choosing what to believe, and a part of me is pretty sure the dev didn’t really plan much lore out. I wouldn’t have made much lore for a game I didn’t know would take off, and draw in a crowd. There’s probably a little bit of lore that he’s built off of, but it’s so convoluted, that I want to believe the ‘it’s all fake’ theory.”
Leviathan nods as you speak. “I must say that is a lot more than I expected from an animatronic game. What’s your favorite game in the series, MC. We should play together.”
“I like the third one, with Springtrap. He’s the only animatronic in it, and he’s also like a ghost - zombie man. Lots of people think he’s sexy, but he’s British or something.”
“Ah,” Levi makes a sound of agreement as he opens his Steam account to look for the game. He set up a human realm router to access the games you like.
You continue to talk about random parts of FNAF, not much of it making sense cohesively, but Levi doesn’t mind. He knows what it’s like to be in a happy spot just spewing whatever is on his mind about TSL.
It’s nice having someone to talk about your interests with that won’t find your intensity odd or annoying.
“Okay, it’s downloading now,” Levi clicks out of the steam application and waits for the desktop shortcut to open. “You know the thing you mentioned about William Afton kinda reminds me how in TSL the Lord of Shadow….”
You let him blabber about his seven lords while he boots up the game. The haunting music of the title screen plays beneath his voice, and he’s starting the first night as he talks.
He quiets down after a minute of explaining the connection he found, focusing on clicking up the monitor to check on the ventilation.
(“YOU SAID THERE WAS ONLY ONE ANIMATRONIC?! WHAT WAS THAT?!”)
“Thanks for letting me info dump on you, I love talking about FNAF.” After all five nights with Springtrap, and a brief time on DevilTube watching the clips from TSL (third film rendition) that Levi connected to FNAF, you both lay in his tub.
“I’m always talking about Ruri and The Seven Lords, MC,” Levi snorts from under you. “I like it when you talk about your interests.”
“Mmhm,” you shove your face in the pillow next to his head. “‘s embarrassing sometimes.”
“It’s cute,” Leviathan assures.
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Let’s Talk About Love
Shall We Date?: Obey Me! One Master To Rule Them All!
Summary: Levi doesn’t understand why you keep choosing him over his brothers time and time again. He can’t offer you the same things that they would be able to offer you.
Word Count: 2174 ✯ AO3 Version
Characters: Aromantic! Asexual! Leviathan x Aromantic! Asexual! GN! Reader
Tags: Fluff, aroace reader x aroace character, discussions of aromanticism, discussions of queer platonic relationships, autistic-coded Levi
Jealousy was an emotion that Leviathan spent the whole of his existence being intimately familiar with. Such a thing is no surprise, really - he transformed into the Avatar of Envy after his fall from heaven, afterall. Envy was a black, ugly feeling that he lived with too closely anytime he didn't drown himself in his manga, anime, or games to escape from it.
Inferiority was another emotion he knew just as well, even if he experienced it less often, since he shut himself away in his room most everyday so that he wouldn't have to deal with the overwhelming weight of all he was lacking that came with inferiority. That and so he wouldn't have to deal with his social anxiety, too.
Inferiority was, unfortunately, something he was feeling way too much lately, ever since you have come to the Devildom and wormed your way into his family’s life. Watching his brothers all fawn over you around the breakfast table, the inferiority was especially oppressive today. Each of them had a different approach to you, but he knew that each one of them was in love with you.
Mammon was the most obvious about his being in love with you with how he constantly tried to get your attention and monopolize your time, even if he wasn’t entirely honest about his feelings. Satan was slightly more devious about it, covering up his shyness over outright saying his feelings by straight-forward actions, flirting with you and asking you out on dates. Belphegor was territorial and possessive of you, easily upset when your thoughts and time weren’t devoted to him, wanting to monopolize you in a way that was much less wholesome than how Mammon desired to monopolize your time.
Levi sincerely hopes that his younger brother was not a yandere, like the kinds he sometimes saw in his manga and anime. For your safety as well as the safety of the rest of them.
Asmodeus flirted with you just as he flirted with every person he found attractive, but Levi knows that Asmo’s love for you was genuine in that you were the only person allowed to see the true insecurities lying under the air-headed facade Asmo maintained. Lucifer desired you just as Asmo desired you, openly fond of you when he thought no one else was watching, being severely strict upon you to try and maintain the idea that he had no favoritism towards you when he thought people were watching. Beelzebub - well, Levi actually wasn’t sure that Beel experienced love or desire for anything that wasn’t food. But he did know that it definitely meant something that his younger brother willingly shared food with you and cooked for you.
As soon as Lucifer dismissed them from the breakfast table, Levi made a beeline for his room, itching to bury himself under a blanket to try and not thinking about the whirlwind of barbed thoughts running through his mind right now.
Leviathan himself, well...he is fairly sure that he does love you too, in some capacity. He knows for a fact that he cares for you deeply, that he’s fond of you, and that he finds himself wanting to share his special interests with you - but he’s also aware, somewhere in the back of his mind, that the way he feels about you is not the same way that his brothers feel about you. He’s painfully conscious of the fact that even when these tangle of emotions confuse him when he thinks on them too long that he’s not, not in love with you. At least, not like how Satan and Mammon are in love with you. And he doesn’t desire you either, not the way that Lucifer and Asmodeus desire you.
The inferiority that overcomes him whenever he acknowledges these thoughts, these feelings, that he can’t offer to you what his brothers can, yet selfishly desiring to spend every waking moment he could just enjoying your company...it makes him want to just curl up under his blankets, blocking out all the lights of his room, their lights brighter than usual in his heightened emotional distress, blocking out all the buzzing of his electronics with his headphones, just blocking out the world entirely, trying to block out his mind at the same time.
Why - despite his brothers constantly vying for your time, attention, and affections - do you continue to keep choosing him out of all them to spend all your time with?
“Levi? Are you in there?” you called from outside his bedroom door with a knock, “I wanted to watch the new TSL DVD with you, if you were still up for that?”
Levi groggily unfurled himself from his blanket nest, squinting at the brightness of his phone, faintly surprised that he had basically let himself pass the whole day away hiding under his blankets.
“I can go if you aren’t feeling well…”
Rubbing at his eyes, Levi pulled himself out of his tub-bed with a grimace, striding over and opening the door for you, before turning back and disappearing back into his room so he wouldn’t have to deal with the brightness of the hall lights, “I’ll set up the movie once I find it. You can set up the pillows.”
Entering his room, you were caught over by the big nest of blankets all heaped in the tub-bed already, and looking over at Leviathan, you could see his tail sticking out from the one blanket that was still wrapped about him like a hood, his tail flicking up and down rapidly. Levi was obviously really upset about something.
Pursing your lips, contemplating if you should just straight up give him a hug, or ask him what was wrong first, then give him the hug, you picked out the pillows that you know were Levi’s favorites and arranged the tub-bed to be as comfy as possible. Nodding in satisfaction, you turned to see Levi still rummaging through his stack of DVDs, head drooped and tail still flicking with irritation. He seemed as though he was lost in thought.
“Levi? Are you okay?”
He startled, dropping the DVDs he was holding and tipping over the whole stack. Feeling positively horrible that you startled him like that, you quickly rushed over to help him pick up the fallen DVDs.
“I’m fine, I’m just really tired,” he mumbled as he avoided eye-contact, picking up DVD after DVD quickly.
You sighed softly, gently putting a hand on his arm and stopping him, “You’re in your demon form, Levi. You morph into your demon form whenever you’re upset. ...can I give you a hug?”
He hesitated for a moment before he nodded, putting aside the DVDs onto his desk. You wrapped him up in a huge hug, patting his back gently, and Levi found himself relaxing into your tender embrace, resting his cheek against your head, exhaling long and slow. He already felt loads better.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“No, it’s...it’s fine. It’s...silly. I don’t want to bother you with - “
You squeezed him gently, tightening your arms around him, “Levi. You are never a bother to me. And your feelings are never, ever ‘silly.’ Okay? Your feelings are important, just like how you’re important. Okay? Now, talk to me, Levi. What’s wrong? Why’re you upset?”
Levi trembled at the utter anxiety clogging his throat up at just the mere thought of trying to express what he was feeling out loud, hiding his face in your hair as he held you close, “It’s..it’s, um…”
“You can take all the time you need,” you quietly encouraged him, rubbing a comforting hand up and down his back.
Shakily taking a breath, he tried again, “I, um...All my brothers...they’re in love with you. But I...I don’t love you. Ah, but that’s - ! That’s not - ! It’s, that’s, what I meant, is that, I don’t...I don’t love you the same way they do. I...I can't give you the same kind of love they would, so I don’t - I don’t understand why you...why keep choosing to spend all your time with...with someone like me…”
You stood quietly, letting his words wash over you as you processed what he was telling you. Pulling away from the hug with careful movements, you looked up at Levi to see he had his eyes anxiously squeezed shut, likely afraid of what your reaction would be to his words.
“Levi, look at me. Please,” you asked him, keeping your voice hushed, knowing how he became hyper sensitive when his emotions were high strung.
He hesitantly opened his eyes, looking down at you, heart near stopping at how you were looking at him with such...utter understanding.
You took his hands and sat him down in the nest of pillows and blankets you had set up in his tub-bed, plopping down next him.
“I keep choosing you to spend all my time with because I like you, Levi.”
Levi sat straight up, struggling against sinking into all the pillows, “But - !”
“I’m not interest in what your brothers have to offer me, either.”
“But I - “
You turned to look up at him, avoiding eye contact so that you wouldn’t make him uncomfortable with how distraught he already was, “I don’t return any of their feelings. And I don’t expect you to feel any differently for me than you already do. Have you aromanticism, Levi?”
He blinked, caught off guard by the question Levi shook his head.
“Aromanticism is when a person very rarely, or never, feels romantic attraction.”
Levi gaped at you, “That’s - that’s a real thing?!”
“It is,” you nodded, smiling fondly at him, “There’s an entire spectrum, for all the different ways a person experiences aromanticism.”
Levi slumped back into the pillows and blankets, sinking into them as he stared at the ceiling in wonderment, mulling over what you had just told him. He sat up suddenly, struggling to not sit back into the bed again,
“Wait! Are you aromantic?”
You nodded, smiling at him all the same, “Yeah. I am. I’m asexual too. Asexuality means that you rarely or never feel sexual attraction. There’s a whole spectrum to how people experience asexuality too.”
Leviathan stared at you, utterly wowed, trying to figure out how to say what he was feeling, inhaling sharply, “I - I think I might be aromantic and, and asexual…”
You grinned as you pulled him into another big hug and he returned the hug, and Levi found himself grinning too as he returned the hug, his tail rapidly thumping against the pillows all around the both of you, but this time it was because he was excited to learn this new thing you just told him about.
“...there’s nothing wrong with me,” Leviathan murmured, finally allowing himself to sink back into the pillows and blankets and stay there.
“There was nothing wrong with you to begin with,” you agree, sinking into the pillows and blankets beside him, feeling comfortable and safe in his arms.
“...but you know, I...I feel really deeply for you, but I do know that I don’t want to like, be your boyfriend or anything, but I, I do want to spend like - agh, I’m not making any sense, am I…?” he huffed, hiding his face into the pillows, frustrated with himself.
“No, I get it,” you reassured him, poking at him to try and get him to stop hiding, “Do you know what a queer platonic relationship is?”
Levi peeked up at you, face adorably scrunched up in confusion, “Huh? A what?”
“I’m guessing not,” you giggled, cuddling up close, “Let’s see...a QPR is something more intense than friendship, but isn’t exactly romantic. The lines between platonic feelings and romantic feelings can be blurred and it can be hard for both people involved to really understand how they feel about each other fully. They can include friendships and ambiguously-romantic relationships that go beyond friendship norms in emotional intensity, physical affection, or other areas. Some QPR partners get married. A QPR can look different for everyone, depending on what the people involved are comfortable with and how they feel for each other.”
Levi mouthed out a “wow,” thinking this over, “So what I feel…”
You squished his cheeks together playfully, giggling, “I understand what you feel entirely. In fact, I feel the same. You just learned a lot in a few minutes, but...I really like you, Levi. Would you want to be my queer platonic partner?”
He gaped at you, before laughing excitedly, nodding and pulling you into an even tighter hug, positively delighted. You returned the hug just as happily, resting your head on his shoulder. The two of you pulled back to smile at each other, the world feeling perfectly in balance at this new decision that the two of you made together.
That evening, the two of you thoroughly enjoyed the new TSL DVD together, cuddling under the light of the movie that played on Levi’s large flat screen television.
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aksksj!!! The good night kisses piece was so cute! Could I possible request the brothers' reaction to MC booping their nose and/or grabbing their faces with both hands and squishing their cheeks together? These demons are adorable and they need to know that MC thinks so.
demon brothers vs mc’s cheek squishes
warnings: gender neutral reader, established relationship, mildly suggestive (mostly just Lucifer’s), some more autistic! Levi bc I can't help myself
Lucifer
absolutely not. no. he will be very displeased. you’ll have to ease him into excepting your physical affection anyway, and touching his face will be one of the last places he becomes comfortable with. and you may loose that privilege if you embarrass him.
don't squish his cheeks, and don't call him “cute” unless you want to tease and annoy him. if you want to communicate that you find him endearing sincerely id recommend,
you sighed, finally changing into fresh clothes after the events of that evening. the warm bath Lucifer had ran for you helped to relax your tense and sore muscles, and now you found yourself swept off your feet again and cradled in the arms of your lover.
Lucifer hummed softly, carrying you bridle style to his bed. you assured him you could walk yourself, but he shushed you. reminding you that he was the cause of why your legs shook and he would take care of you until your strength returned.
he was gentle as he lay you upon the soft blankets, admiring you like a piece of art for his eyes only. pouting, you reached for your lover and he chuckled, joining you and sweeping you up in his arms again.
“hey Lucifer,” you called to him as he rested above you, looking down on you with a calmness behind his eyes. “...I love these moments with you, when you act so sweet to me.” you admitted, reaching both hands up and cupping his cheeks.
the demon looked down on you with surprise. hes been called many things but ‘sweet’ was a new one. your heart fills with warmth as he smiles, a real closed eyed smile as he leans in to your touch.
Mammon
oh yes. yes that is a wonderful idea. hes going to sputter and deny it, heart racing as he tries to blink back tears. Mammon craves your affection and praise. kiss the tip of his nose instead if you can, you’ll be rewarded with him forgetting how to speak for a moment.
oh but cupping his cheeks and cooing how cute you find him, squish them and force him into a pout so you can plant a peck on his lips. he hates it. and by hate it I mean hes screaming inside, his ego is half insulted by you calling him, The Great Mammon ‘cute’ of all things. but the other half is soaring sky high with your praise and affection.
“Mammmoooonnnn~” you whine for the demon seated beside you on the floor.
“whatcha want now huh?” he glances up for his D.D.D. and raises a brow at you.
“this.” you lean over a place a peck to the tip of his nose. Mammon yells like he’d just been burned, trying to scramble back but you catch him by his nightshirt instead, pulling you both to the ground.
“oi! what the hell-” you cut him off as you flop above him on the floor, leaning over the now very pink faced demon.
“you are so cute when you get all shy like that.” you giggle down at him. the blue-gold eyes of his blink up at you in shock.
“hey! ya can't just call The Great Mammon ‘cute’ like is nothin’!” he protests, but makes no move to sit up or pull you off of him.
“yes I can.” you shush his oncoming protest by cupping his cheeks. he stutters the start of a reply which sputters out as you stroke the apples of his cheeks with your thumbs. you giggle as you squish his cheeks together, causing him to furrow his brows again. “see? cute.”
Leviathan
nose boops are okay. he’s got a very boopable snoot. snoot boop for snakeboy! he’ll grumble at first with pink cheeks but he doesn't protest or pull away. may boop your nose in return.
Levi learns showing and receiving affection by mirroring. so if you pet his hair he may reach out to stroke yours. if you cup his cheeks a few times he’s going to reach out with nervous hands to cup yours, stroking your cheeks with his thumbs the way you do for him.
“player 2, requesting backup from player 1!” you call through his door, knocking repeatedly to get his attention with his headphones on.
“player 1 on the way!” he shouts. the lock clicks, and the bright grin of your favorite boy awaits you. “what took you so long?! I told you to meet me after RAD,” he huffs, dragging you in his room and closing the door behind you.
“sorry I had to make an extra stop, buuut,” you pulled the magazine from behind your back, showing it to the demon before you. “tada! it’s that special edition you were trying to get with the Ruri-chan tote bag! I found it!”
a squeak of excitement from Levi and the magazine is pulled from your grasp. he’s already off, talking a mile a minute about how he’d tried to order it but they were in person only, about how the special design was a fan art competition, about how there's interviews with the voice actors inside.
you smile, listening happily while he clutches the magazine to his chest, grin brighter then the sun. when he finally comes up for air he sets the magazine down and thanks you. his hands tremble slightly as he reaches out, just as you’ve shown him and cups your cheeks.
“you’re just so adorable when you talk about the stuff you love. you’re just so adorable in general.” you praise, cupping his face and squishing his cheeks in return.
Leviathan.exe has crashed, please start again.
Satan
he will entertain you as long as you don't do it often. he takes after Lucifer in that on his face hes less a fan of being touched. he’s not as touch averse as Lucifer in my headcannon, but hes extremely unlikely to ever reach out for you himself.
Satan likes physical affection, but hes nervous about showing it. hes worried he could cause harm or hurt and so he tends to shy away and fold in on himself. nose boops are okay but not his favorite. cheek squishes however, he’ll never say he likes them but he does.
hes sitting with you, discussing some crime novel hes been in love with recently. green eyes bright with the brimming mystery. hes so engaged when he asks for your perspective, full focus on you.
its cute. you usually find him cute when hes got a kitten in his arms, the little fluffy creature dwarfed by his size but he treats them so softly. so gentle. how could the avatar of wrath be such a sweet and gentle fluffball?
“you’re cute.” the words had left your mouth before you realized. hes a little taken aback by the comment, pausing his ramble to blink at you.
“oh?” he laughs, cheeks pink as he tries to brush your comment off. now or never, you can continue on and pretend it never happened or you can use this moment. you chose the latter.
“yes. so very cute.” you purr, reaching out and taking his face softly in your hands. “you’re practically an adorable little kitty yourself.”
“...where did this come from all the sudden?” he gazes at you curious, but you can feel him lean in to your touch all the same.
“I was just thinking how much id like to take you home as a house cat.” you tease, squishing his cheeks gently, just enough to force him into a pout. he makes a small sound of protest, hand on your wrist to pull you away but you silence him with a little peck on his lips.
when you release him you are rewarded with his hand on the back of your neck, pulling you in for a proper kiss this time.
Asmodeus
yes. yes please. nose boops, nose kisses, hold his face, squish his cheeks, yes. just yes. Asmo loves it. you find him adorable? even better.
he will go out of his way to act cute and adorable just so you’ll shower him in praise and affection. he can be as cute as you want. you want pretty frilly dresses, sweets, plushies and flowers whoo boy he can and will do it all.
you squeal in delight at the adorable strawberry print on his trousers. it has a matching blazer with a nice pale pink background.
“its so cute right?!” Asmo purrs, smoothing the fabric and admiring himself in the mirror.
“you look adorable Asmo!” you praise. he grins happily, next asking you to help him find a shirt and shoes to match. once the outfit is complete you insist upon helping with his makeup.
you know his premakeup skincare routine by now and hes happy to sit and be pampered while you wash his face for him. after you’ve rinsed the face wash and patted his skin dry you pause.
“admiring my beauty are you~” he teases, sending you a wink. you chuckle, cupping your clean hands on his cheeks.
“you are beautiful Asmo, but its your adorable attitude I really fell for.” you coo, pressing a peck to the tip of his nose. “and continue to fall for every day.”
hes swooning, completely at your mercy. take good care of him because you’ll never be able to get rid of him now.
Beelzebub
you'll have to be strategic with this, since hes such a tall motherfuker. Beel is big and intimidating, hes vary aware of how much space he takes up and how powerful he is. but if theres one thing he loves, its when you treat him as small and soft.
nose boops while hes eating are always adored. hes practically your puppy and will nuzzle into your hand like a dog asking for treats. stroke his cheek while you lay with him when he can't sleep. cup his cheeks and squish when hes eaten something he shouldn't have, he’ll look all guilty and apologies.
“cute, cute, cute, cute!” you coo softly to the demon, the one laying half on your chest with a half eaten bag of chips beside him. he grumbles, the sound akin to a hum or purr, rubbing his head on your chest a bit more.
“my big baby.” you sigh out, arms around his head as you press a kiss to his ginger locks. he responds with an arm around you back.
before you know it you are pulled up from where you're laying on the couch. readjusted until your head is on his chest this time as he sits upright now. another grumble and you receive a kiss on the cheek from Beel.
“I'm starting to think you just like spoiling me.” he comments. you giggle, changing yourself so you and straddle his lap instead. he exhales a puff of warm air on your face as a tease.
“and you’d be right.” you confirm. hands reaching up you cup his cheeks, feeling him sigh and lean against you. “you might look scary but you are just the sweetest thing. sweet as those candies I always find in your pockets.”
he hums again, pleased as you squish his cheeks and pout at him.
“you’re cute.” he says, a kiss pressed to the inside of your palm as he returns to his snacking.
Belphagor
Brat mode activated. he’ll huff in mock annoyance. if you boop his nose he’ll go to bite your finger in retaliation. hes all huffy and whiny, but it only gets worse if you stop.
he likes it when you hold his cheeks, he won't even be a bitch about it. he may even offer his face to you, planting his chin on your knee if you’re sitting down as a way to ask for it. if you squish his cheeks tho, the huffy whining is back once again.
there is a long highpitched whine of your name, coming from a pile of blankets on the floor. Belphie woke up and realized you weren't beside him. the pile begins to move and a dark head of hair pops out one side.
hes blinking sleepily and searching for you, his favorite pillow. when he locates you the whining will pause, his eyes narrowing at where you sit.
you can't help the amused laughter as the demon slinks towards you. sometimes you wonder if he is in fact, a needy toddler.
“yes?” you hold in your continued chuckles as he stops right at your feet. he glares at the chair your sat in, before pinching the back of your calf.
“hey!”
“that's for leaving me.” he huffs, pulling the blankets around him and making himself comfortable at your feet. just as you’re about to tell him off he nuzzles his head against your knee.
Belphie leans against you with most of his weight, arms around your lower legs. he continues to rub his head on your knees and thighs before pausing. he blinks up at you with a small pout.
you know full well what he wants and while you know somewhere in the back of your mind rewarding this behavior isn't wise, you reach down to him anyway.
he sighs in contentment as you stroke his cheeks, cupping them and cooing at him softly.
“good boys get cuddles you know.” you pretend to scold his bratty behavior.
“and I get what I want anyway.” he offers you a cocky grin. you squish his cheeks in retaliation, earning another long, highpitched whine as he yanks his head away.
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Obey Me! Leviathan with autistic traits
(Adding to my headcannon that Levi would have autism if he was human)
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TSL is obviously his special interest, this doesnt need explaining
Favorite stim is the feeling of being rocked softly by waves while floating in the water
Replicates this by gently rocking himself back and forth
His Absolutely Not texture is velvet. He hates the way it feels against his skin and scales. Makes him feel prickly. Does not like and will hiss and shrink away if he touches it
While alone in his room he will go non verbal sometimes
If hes comfortable enough with MC and theyve shown to be trustworthy, he may slip and do it around them
He'll still comunicate, he just doesnt want to talk out loud
Satan learned sign language once specifically to communicate with him
Levi cried when Satan showed him and taught him
Levi picks at his scales and tail when the skin sheds. It hurts a little but the stinging helps him focus
Will also bite it off with his teeth
Hes overwhelmed by physical affection from other people. Please dont touch him unless you have to or he asks/offers
He sleeps in a tub because the high walls help block out stimulation from the electronics buzzing in his room
Since i also headcannon him as being cold blooded, his room is usually kept a little chilly as the sleepiness helps keep him from being overstimulated
(It also reminds him of the water of course)
Some general stims i headcannon for him:
Makes a clicking noise with his tongue, usually in different tones
Gently traces the skin on his arms or his neck
Cracks his knuckles
Pets his own hair, likes the feeling of it on his skin
He also makes this snorting sound when annoyed, it comes from his throat tho not his nose
Rubs his tail over his legs, or the carpet, or a blanket. Whatever soft thing is on or by his lap
(Will rub his tail on MC's lap if the two are close enough)
And he will prick his own tongue with his fangs, lightly
Please add on if you have your own headcannons for him 💙
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My comfort character with an autistic S/O
A/n: This is coming from issues I have as an autistic person. Not everyone with autism will experience everything bellow. This is mostly just me coping with a very negative mind space right now.
Genre: Sfw headcanon?
Pairing: multifandom! Toga (BNHA), Sesshomaru (Inuyasha), Hinata (Haikyuu!!), Saiki (the disastrous life of saiki k), Bakugou (BNHA), Leviathan (Obey me)
Tw: Stimming (Positive), sensory overload, over all a pretty soft fluffy piece.
Toga watching you stim from excitement over something you love, not understanding why but is happy that you're having fun. Joins in because Toga's drunk on your happy energy and now stims subconsciously without realising whenever she thinks of you.
Sesshomaru, who lets you run your fingers through the fabric of his kimono, the soft fur of his mokomoko-sama, the spikes adorning his Pauldron, and on the rare occasion he lets you softly seep your hand into his silver hair. He wears a variety of pleasant textures that, when gently touched, can release stress in large mounds.
Hinata becoming confused when you won't look him in the eye and then shows up the next day with his hands over his eyes when he talks to you because he thinks that will make you more comfortable. He becomes upset because he can't look at you anymore and asks if it's ok to remove his hands after a week.
When the world becomes too loud for you, and there's so much going on all at once, and you just want it all to go away, Saiki grabs your shoulder lightly and teleports you to the most isolated, peaceful spot he can find and allows you a moment of reprieve from the world. A wordless way of saying he cares.
Bakugou listens to you rant for hours and hours on end about the one thing that you're brain obsesses with every day. He has such a blank face while listening that you think he's bored of you, but the next day or even just a few hours later, Bakugou's asking you to pick up where you left off because he's angry that he's been thinking about it all day.
Leviathan has adapted his room to be less overwhelming because he wants you to play games more often. He's changed the lights to be dimmer, he got the walls painted, furniture has been bought specifically to your sensory tastes, and now Leviathan waits for you to come over and give him approval because he just wants you to tell him he is doing a good job.
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Autistic MC with (Autistic)Leviathan & Satan!
I wanted to wait until I was done with all the other brothers, but both my physical and mental health have been getting a lot worse so I'll just post what I have for now.
Disclaimer!: Autism is a huge, variable spectrum, but I tried to keep it as neutral as possible even though I'm mostly basing it off of myself and a few people I know.
I've already written why I believe Levi is autistic here.
Leviathan:
The best choice for pressure stims hands down. He'll wrap you up in a blanket (if it's not too hot), wrap his tail around you at a comfortable pressure, and potentially even hold you in his arms after with no unnecessary talking at all.
It's actually mutual stimming too! Levi has an instinctive urge wrap his tail around and squeeze like a python.
He does it when he's stressed, overwhelmed by Ruri-chan's (or later MC's) cuteness, when he's lonely, when he wants to feel grounded, or just because he likes the feel of it.
He'll definitely call you his "cute little stress toy" if you don't take too much offense to it.
He also stims vocally and by moving his hands, but that's a bit more difficult to do together.
His hand movements are more wild than subtle, but if you're really anxious and need to stim he'll let you play with his hands long before he's confident enough to hold hands. He feels honored (and very smug) that you chose the "gross otaku" to do this with of all people.
He always has his headphones on him and he doesn't hesitate to plop them on your head if he sees you getting overwhelmed. They've even got some high-quality noise cancelling.
He used to have a lot more trouble with noise too, but centuries of commanding the royal navy (and listening to his very loud --brothers) have numbed him quite a bit.
Levi infodumps a lot, like almost every conversation, but he's pretty excited to hear you infodumping back at him.
Especially if it's about something he personally enjoys, which doesn't have to be anime/video game related. Infodumping about the ocean and it's inhabitants are very welcome as well so long as you don't mind him jumping in.
It takes a little bit of time to get it more equal at first, but he's not purposefully talking over you. He's just not used to anyone actually listening to him or talking back to him in a similar way so he gets super excited.
Especially if you're introverted or shy it emboldens him knowing there's someone like him on his side. He doesn't feel so lonely and out of place.
Because of that, and because both of y'all are friends at bare minimum, he feels determined to help and protect you as a former angel and centuries old demon with tons of experience with this.
You're going non-verbal? Don't worry, he's already installed a text-to-speech app with thirty different voice actors to choose from. He'll proudly speak for you or act as an interpreter if need be too.
He's not perfect and has some difficulty with social cues, but he's pretty good at knowing what you need so long as you've told him beforehand or it's happened at least once before.
He defaults to what he would want if you don't give him specifics, but if you need a more vocal and hands on approach he'll adapt to that as best as he can.
All of the brothers are going to prioritize your well-being over their "reputation," but Levi almost gets a sick sense of satisfaction from shutting down people giving you weird looks for autistic behaviors. Stim all you want, wear your most obvious chew necklaces and etc.
He's by far the most vocal about not caring about what normies think. (imo the way he uses it in game sounds like a stand-in for neurotypical.)
Levi also takes an aggressive stance out of built-up resentment, he even gets bullied by his brothers for some of his traits. As sweet as he is at times he's also just as spiteful at others.
He's more than happy to lead you out of an overwhelming situation as he probably wants to leave anyway. Since, as said before, he'd want to leave anyway he has no issues taking the blame for pulling you away.
Besides, since it's ultimately for your benefit, and you'll hopefully admit to it, he doesn't get punished as harshly as he normally would for leaving a mandatory event.
Satan:
Levi might be the most knowledgeable and sympathetic due to actually living it himself, but Satan is by far the most educated once you make him aware.
He fully recognizes the amount of trust that's typically needed to tell someone like him something he could potentially use against you. It's practically one of the most intimate things two demons can do together.
However, now that he's reading about it he finds some of it surprisingly relatable and familiar.
Give it a day or two and he'll be just as angry about Autism Speaks as you are. You may or may not overhear Satan demanding access to the human world soon after.
Satan is usually not the most patient person, but his soft spot for you deepens even more and he's especially careful not to make any comments that might come off the wrong way.
He's actually very happy to carefully explain any phrases. Their meanings, origins, and most common times of use are all explained to you before you can even question it.
He's also the world's best Asmo interpreter, who often forgets to explain things when he's talking a million miles a minute.
Satan will do it for literally anyone who is speaking in fact.
Even if it annoys them, although if he thinks that annoyance is directed towards you and not them they'll be having some very different reactions soon enough.
If it's Lucifer he'll just cut him off to explain, and takes quite a bit of joy in doing so. Although Lucifer is usually very good about keeping that in mind so he rarely gets the chance.
He reads every word of your ten-page essay text you sent him about the book you read or some random philosophical theory and responds to every point of your own whether he agrees or disagrees.
Generally two people sending essays at each other, especially when disagreeing, can get really bad really quick, but Satan lives for it and is surprisingly patient.
If you're close enough to do this in the first place he understands you're not doing it to be condescending and just trying to make sure there are no misunderstandings (because somehow no matter how hard you try allistics always seem to misinterpret it in the worst way.)
I'm not going to lie and say he never gets heated, but all in all he's leagues better than the average NT or even ND person about not taking it personally.
He enjoys this kind of thing in general, but it's especially interesting hearing a fresh perspective and especially sweet being able to understand your thought process better as well.
Satan also enjoys rubbing it in Lucifer's face, claiming he knows far more about you and your motivations than he ever will.
He's not averse to having Levi join in when y'all are discussing a mystery manga of his however. Not even when he's got two different people infodumping at once.
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How the brothers would react to finding out that MC is autistic
before anyone says anything, i’m autistic and just really want some representation
TW for ableism! the boys are doing their best but no NT immediately knows everything about autism
it’s a bit random, but i headcanon that lucifer has misophonia, so it’s only a matter of time before a noisy/verbal stim starts to drive him up a wall
“what in the devildom are you doing?” he’d ask, eyebrows scrunched in frustration
you have no idea what he’s talking about; after all, you’ve just been sitting on your DDD playing some rhythm game
“what do you mean?”
“you’ve been making that noise for hours; cut it out before i have to go find the packing tape.”
you know him well enough to know he isn’t joking, so you nod and do your best to stop, ignoring the feeling of dread beginning to well up in your chest
you go back to your game, and soon enough, you’re back to ‘making that noise’
you see lucifer stand up, bringing your action to your attention.
“oh, sorry! i didn’t realize i was doing it again, sorry!”
“oh?” he asked, looking down at you.
“it’s stimming. autistic people do it a lot more than others, and sometimes we don’t even notice it.” there’s a moment of silence but you realize you just told him something you hadn’t even told your human friends
“ah, yes, i do remember reading about that in your file. i didn’t want to say anything so as not to offend you.”
you shake your head. “dude! that’s personal business! i don’t like telling people.”
lucifer’s gaze seems to soften. “don’t fret, MC. i won’t tell a soul.”
and he doesn’t.
he also totally buys you quiet stim toys
it’s not long before mammon realizes you are terrible at reading the room
you have a terrible habit of cracking a joke at the worst time or saying the first thing that comes to your mind, even if it was at the expense of others
at first, mammon, mammon thought you were really brave. now, however, he sees that you just have no idea what you’re doing
currently, your knack for trouble had landed you in detention, something you’d gotten fairly used to in the human world. mammon was sitting next to you - he was paying for trying to defend you
“lucifer’s going to kill us. again.”
“and whose fault is that?”
“sorry,” you mumble. “it’s not like i was trying to get us here.”
“really? because it’s startin’ to seem like you are. not that i blame ya, if i were you i’d do anything to spend more time with the great mammon.” he gives you a smile, and you really hope that means he isn’t mad
“i really don’t like upsetting people, i just don’t really get tone? i didn’t even realize the teacher was mad until you stepped in. “
“dude, she was on the verge of killing ya! what do ya mean you “didn’t even realize”?
you pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration. “it’s part of a disorder i have. autism. i just don’t get some stuff that comes naturally to other people.”
“ohhh.” mammon slaps his head, feeling like an idiot. “sorry,” he murmurs, and you barely hear it
mammon, being, well, mammon, will probably forget.
it’s not that he doesn’t care! it’s just not something that comes up in conversation.
of course, when the two of you do talk about it, he picks up on the symptoms pretty quickly. he’s a pretty smart guy, and he’ll do anything and everything for his human
the two of you are working on a co-op dungeon while you talk about your current special interest
“wow, MC, you know a lot about this!”
“thanks,” you respond, and it hits you - you’ve been infodumping almost this whole time
“haha, yeah, blame it on the autism brain,” you joke absentmindedly, not really caring if he knew. you two were good friends, why would being neurodivergent make a difference?
levi, on the other hand, does a double take. being the gamer he is, he’d definitely heard the word used as an insult, but he’d never thought about anyone actually having autism - much less his best friend
“MC, you have autism?” he turns to you looking genuinely confused, his controller sitting, forgotten, in his lap
“um, yeah? it’s not really a big deal,” you say, shrugging
“yeah it is! i mean i knew you were pretty weird, since you hang out with me-” he stops mid-sentence, realizing his mistake. “NOT IN A BAD WAY, OF COURSE! ah sorry, i said something stupid, like always.”
you shake your head with a small smile. you can tell he’s trying. “trust me, i’ve heard much worse. you’re fine, levi.”
he glances up at you, face red from embarrassment, and your smile widens. “i mean, i don’t think like ‘normal’ people anyway, so yeah, i kinda am weird.”
once you leave his room, he’s at his pc, researching more vigorously that he’s ever done for a class
the more he learns, the more annoyed he gets at the complete misunderstanding of the disorder
ultimately, he just wants to make sure you feel supported and understood
you’re sitting in the library, doing your homework while satan looks over your essay, checking for errors
“oi, MC”
“what’s up?” you respond, still focused on your work
“are you scared of me?”
this prompts you to look up, focusing your eyes on his hands
“i was when i first came here, and i definitely would be scared if i really pissed you off, but no, i’m not scared of you. why do you ask?”
“you never look me in the eyes. or my brothers, actually.”
oh. you’d been hoping no one had noticed. “oh, i just don’t like eye contact. it makes me uncomfortable.” you return your eyes to your paper, hoping that was enough.
“how so?”
so it wasn’t enough.
“i’m autistic, genius. i figured it was obvious by now.”
“oh. that makes sense.” that’s all he says, so you try to return your focus to your homework.
satan is probably the most comfortable talking to you about it. he’ll ask you questions about your personal experiences and make an effort to understand you better
one day you look over his shoulder to find him reading an article on masking on his DDD
he cares deeply for you, even if it’s hard for him to say so
asmo has wrangled you into yet another shopping trip
“MC, look at this!! you have to try it on!”
one look at the article of clothing and your face is already scrunching up
“absolutely not.”
“awe, why not?” he gives you the biggest puppy eyes and you sigh. he knows your weaknesses.
“the material. i hate it.”
“but it would look so good on you~”
clearly, he’s not going to give up unless you explain yourself to him
“sure, for a couple seconds, until i have a complete meltdown,” you remark. “i’m autistic, so some textures just make me feel really bad.”
his mouth makes an ‘o’ shape, and then he goes back to looking confused. “i hadn’t even thought about that as a possibility! you should’ve said something earlier!”
he feels really bad about all the times he’s touched you without warning. he thought your shock was cute (and he still does), but he knows that autistic people sometimes dislike touch - he’s definitely had at least a couple autistic ‘partners’ in the past
he’s quite the observant demon, quickly picking up on sensations you d and don’t like. if you’re bothered by smells, he does his best to lay off on the perfume - granted, it’s a necessary part of his routine that he absolutely cannot give up completely. he lets you play with the dimmer in his room so you can find the amount of light that works best.
occasionally, he’ll have to tell you that he’s trying his absolute best to flirt and you are giving him nothing. you’re just like “oh shit i didn’t realize”
asmo’s just a sweetheart who wants you to be comfortable
beel unfortunately has to learn about your autism because of a situation out of your control
you’re in the gym, keeping him company while he works out
you’re searching his bag and you realize you don’t have your headphones
oh fuck.
you always bring your headphones to the gym; the sounds of televisions, music, people talking, weights clinking, treadmills rumbling... it’s too much
not to mention the stench of sweat and the florescent lights - truly an autistic person’s nightmare
you squeeze you eyes shut, but that only makes the noise worse. you’re surrounded by noise and you can’t stop it. it occurs to you that you’re no longer breathing properly but it’s just too loud and you’re so small
“MC?” beel’s voice is soft and filled with obvious concern. you open your eyes, seeing him kneeling in front of you. your eyes sting, and you realize you’re tearing up. “MC, are you alright?”
all you can do is shake your head
“do you want to go home?” you nod, biting your lip as he stands up, making you feel even smaller.
he quickly packs his things into his bag and offers you a hand, helping you get up
he quickly escorts you outside, where you practically gulp for air.
he waits patiently with you while you slowly ground yourself.
“okay, let’s go home.” you explain sensory overload as you walk, then tell him about your autism
beel, like asmo, is very observant and he learns surprisingly fast.
he’s also very protective of you. if someone triggers you, he won’t hesitate to tell them off before doing a grounding exercise with you
he’s basically you’re giant therapy demon and you love him for it
it’s becoming way too much. you’ve been masking heavily for months, monitoring your every move while doing your absolute best to thrive in a (literally) completely different universe than what you’re used to
you’re laying facedown on the couch, practically unable to move. you want to go to your room, but your body won’t let you
“mc?” you hear belphegor’s voice. “are you trying to imitate me?” he teases
you simply groan in response, not wanting to bother
for a moment he goes silent. then, you feel a hand on your shoulder
you jolt up, swiping his hand away as you let out a small shout. belphie’s eyes are widened in surprise
“don’t touch me! ...please,” you add as an afterthought, feeling bad for scaring him
he sits with you on the couch, taking care to leave space between the two of you. “what’s wrong?” you don’t respond. “mc?”
“burnout. too much. feel bad.”
belphie has absolutely no clue what that means, but he figures he knows something that might help.
“want to take a nap with me?”
you have to think about it before responding with a “sure” and slowly crawling into his arms (if that’s something you’re okay with)
it’s night when the two of you wake up. you still feel awful, but you can at least cope better.
once belphie’s more awake, he asks you what the hell happened
“two words: autistic shutdown”
“that doesn’t explain anything” - belphie really doesn’t know anything about humans
you do your best to explain - you were born with a brain that works a bit differently than most humans. some of the symptoms are an aversion to change and ‘odd’ behavior that’s difficult to hide. when you get too stressed, you just kinda ‘shut down’
he takes a bit to really understand, but once he does, he does his best to support you.
he falls asleep to your infodumping and you find it endearing
he gets good at recognizing when you’re starting to shut down and he always convinces you to take a break via a cuddly nap
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Hello!! I really love your writing!! It's so enjoyable! So, may I request some scenarios of the brothers finding the reader wearing their clothes, please? Thank you in advance! ♡♡
I love the whole partner wearing the other's clothing thing, so this was super fun to write!
Brothers x Gender-Neutral MC
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: None
MC Wearing Their Clothes
Lucifer:
Good luck finding anything to wear that isn't either his dress clothes, which is basically all he owns besides his uniform and his coat.
Let us say that he left his coat on his bed one day. I feel like he wouldn't always have it draped over his shoulders if he's just at the house.
You walked in, looking for him, and saw the coat. It was ripe for the picking.
Lucifer is about 6'3 and that coat hangs around his knees. You are drowning in that plush coat, it's so large on you. Unless you're close in height to him, of course. But for the sake of these headcanons, we're going with a short MC.
Anyway, you put on his coat and leave the room to go about your business around the house.
You weren't planning on going anywhere after all.
Lucifer walked out of his study after a few hours to see you in the hall wearing his coat.
He couldn't hide the smile that formed on his face at the very sight.
"If you wanted to wear my coat, all you had to do was ask."
He couldn't contain the chuckles at the sight of you having to work to keep his coat from dragging the ground.
Mammon:
He was in an absolute panic trying to find his beloved leather jacket.
Mammon couldn't figure out where it had gone! It was in his room when the two of you went to bed!
He woke up, you were gone, and it was nowhere to be seen!
Listen, he's not a morning demon and sometimes common sense fails him. He didn't put two and two together.
He rushes to your room and barges in.
"MC, have you seen my-" His eyes practically pop out of his head when he sees you wearing his jacket.
"Does it look good?" It was a bit big on you, Mammon is 6 feet tall after all.
"I...uh...well, it looks fine on ya! It looks better on m-me." He couldn't keep a straight face or maintain his usual tone.
You looked so good in his coat. He was going to have to buy you a matching one in your size.
He didn't actually get his coat back until you decided to give it back. He couldn't finish asking you to take it off because he was too busy staring at you and tripping over his own words.
Leviathan:
It was hard to get his clothes without him knowing. Borderline impossible.
I headcanon that Levi is autistic like I am. He is very particular with his clothes and isn't one to leave them lying around.
He had taken his cardigan jacket off during an intense gaming session, though, and tossed it into his tub bed. He knew it would be safe there.
He didn't plan on you coming in to see how he was doing and then putting on his jacket.
Levi went to take a break after playing several rounds with his online friends. He was starting to catch a chill, so he wanted to put his jacket back on.
Only to find you sitting in his tub wearing his jacket.
Blushy Levi activated. He wanted to be mad at you for wearing his jacket but it was impossible. You looked so cute!
Levi tried and failed to form a sentence several times while you waited patiently for him to find his words again.
"W-why are you wearing m-m-my jacket?"
You climbed out of the tub, the cardigan jacket now brushing against your ankles (this thing goes to just below HIS knees after all).
"I came in to check on you. Since you were busy I planned to wait. It's a bit chilly in here and saw your jacket and so I put it on. Do you mind?"
"I-I don't mind. Just...d-don't wear anyone else's clothes, okay? And ask me next time!"
Satan:
Look at Satan and tell me he wouldn't own a plethora of comfy sweaters. If you say he doesn't then how does it feel to be wrong?
Satan has plenty of cozy sweaters to choose from, he just really likes his light green V-neck sweater.
He had a feeling you were borrowing his sweaters, but he didn't plan to mention it if there was no reason to do so.
And then came in after a shower to you wearing his usual green sweater.
He couldn't deny that you looked awfully nice in it. He had never thought to imagine you wearing that sweater since it was the one he wore all the time.
"I see someone has stolen my sweater."
You laughed and shrugged your shoulders. "It's awfully comfortable. It's really soft, too. I can see why you like wearing it so much. Do you want me to take it off?"
He stared at you and put his hand on his chin in thought.
You decided not to wait for his answer, since he was clearly thinking about it, and moved to remove the sweater.
"No, no. Keep it on. I got caught up admiring you. If you want to wear my sweater, all you need to do is ask."
Asmodeus:
Yeah, good luck grabbing any part of his normal attire to wear without him knowing.
Asmodeus keeps track of his clothing. His clothes don't come cheap after all. He can't afford to leave anything lying about for someone to grab.
Let's say, though, that you put on his scarf while he was in his bathroom. He hadn't put it on yet but it was laid out neatly on his bed.
He walked out of his bathroom after doing a little light makeup, as you were going on a date, and he saw you wearing his black scarf.
Asmo giggled at the sight and walked over to you.
"I see I've got a clothing thief on my hands."
He didn't try to take the scarf off of you. In fact, he moved to adjust the scarf neatly on your frame so it didn't look sloppy.
"Don't you want it back?" You looked at him in mild confusion before he brought you over to his closet.
"Now, darling, I have multiple scarves. I just really like that one. I have another black scarf exactly the same as that one in case I ever lose the first."
Leave it to Asmo to be prepared for anything.
Beelzebub:
Literally, all you needed to do was ask him and he would have let you wear any of his clothes from the waist up. You wouldn't fit into his sweatpants, he's 6'4 and an absolute tank.
He was coming in from his morning jog, so his jacket was still in his room where he had also left you sleeping.
He didn't look when he grabbed his pajamas off the bed and headed off for a quick shower.
Beel saw when he returned that you were curled up in his jacket, face partially covered. You probably got up briefly when he left for his jog and put it on.
You looked so cute and peaceful that he didn't have the heart to wake you. He climbed back into bed and laid down with you. It was a weekend so you didn't have to go to RAD anyway.
You woke up for breakfast a little while later and your boyfriend was already awake.
"Morning, Beel," you yawned, pushing your hand through the fabric until it found its way through the sleeve so you could rub your face.
"You look really cute in my jacket. Did I wake you up when I left?"
"Nah, I woke up while you were gone. I missed having you to snuggled with so I put on your jacket instead."
He offered you his hand as you got up. "Wear it for as long as you want. I don't mind."
Belphegor:
It isn't hard to snag his jacket(cardigan?) from him. You just have to wait for him to take it off.
He gets annoyed when napping if it's on and has one of the buttons done up. He doesn't think it's very comfortable.
You put on the cardigan before settling in next to him. His head was now on your lap as you lazily scrolled through your phone.
His cardigan was so warm and cozy. You could understand why he liked it so much. It was a bit like wearing a blanket, especially if you put the hood on.
He woke up some time later and saw from his one open eye that you were wearing his cardigan.
Belphie yawned before opening both eyes to look up at you from his spot in your lap.
"Got cold, huh? Sorry, it's easier to sleep when it's colder."
You snorted and ran your fingers through his hair.
"It was fair game since you ditched it for a more comfortable napping experience. It's very nice to wear. Super soft."
He made no move to sit up from your lap, merely smiling up at you. "Wear it all you want, I don't care. I've got you to keep me warm if I get cold."
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tags:
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🗝— angst
🪷— spice
🥟— humor
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leviathan headcanons!
🗝luci comfort/angst
🪷“practice” a leviathan x reader oneshot
🪷leviathan cosplaying for you!
🥟the brothers reacting to a sudden affectionate mc :}
🍓the brothers reacting to an albino mc!
🍓teaching levi how to smoke
🍓dates with leviathan<;33
mammon headcanons!!
leviathan hcs part twooo
🍓pulchritudinous, a leviathan x reader
🍓sleeping in levi’s arms
🍓lucifer, leviathan and satan with an m/c who is childish but has dark humor!
🍓enwrapped in leviathan (it looks a little weird because tumblr didnt wanna post-)
🍓mammon and leviathan with an autistic mc includes;
🍓mc gives levi and asmo a strawberry bouquet!!
🍓levi with a transmasc! s/o!!
🍓“can i see your fangs?”
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🗝crashing into grell’s arms crying
🍓grell with an artsy reader!
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🍓grell with a reader that overworks themselves
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🍓grell with an s/o who owns a cat!
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𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝒩𝑜𝓉𝑒⋆｡
L, light, misa and mello with an alhaitham!fem!s/o
🍓mello’s ‘ideal’ s/o appearance wise (psstt, there is none)
𝒩𝒶𝓃𝒶⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆
coming soon!
𝒪𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀
🍓bloomic mains with male so!
🍓mitsuri relationship hcs! &l
yours truly,
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