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Im never becoming old and I’m never dying so God can figure that one out on his own. Not my problem

Belphie: I’ll kill you.

MC: Do it. No balls.

Narrator: He did in fact, have the balls.

their unconventional love languages !

✸ ft. suna, matsukawa, sakusa, akaashi, & atsumu

✸ info + warnings: fluff

✸ SUNA loves taking naps with you. it used to be easy for him to fall asleep anywhere and at any time, but ever since the two of you got together, he finds it much more desirable to have you wrapped in his arms while he drifts off into a restful slumber. he’s gotten so used to having your presence beside him in his bed or on top of him on the couch that he has trouble falling asleep when you aren’t with him. the steady rise and fall of your breathing joined with the warmth of your body against his is enough to have suna’s eyes fluttering and lips parting, soft snores filling the otherwise silent room. you always wake before him and are left with the duty of being his human alarm clock. your efforts to rouse him are almost always are fruitless, as he only tightens his hold on you and begs for five more minutes through groans thick with sleep and lazy kisses pressed to the pulse on your neck.

✸ MATSUKAWA shows that he’s always thinking of you by constantly texting you. his messages range from thoughtful “good morning”s to dumb memes accompanied by “lol you” to text pranks he’s seen online that he can’t resist trying on you. he can’t help but smile when he sees the three little dots bouncing—a sign that you’re typing out a response. no matter your reply, his chest always rumbles with laughter upon reading the words displayed on his screen. he’s thoroughly content when his silly photos are met with some of your own and beyond entertained when he finally catches you with a prank you haven’t already seen. even when you berate him for losing focus at work and spending time on his phone when he’s not supposed to, all he can do is smirk and brush it off. he knows that he has other priorities, but whenever he sees something that reminds him of you, he’s quick to let you know that you’re on his mind.

✸ SAKUSA stays up late to spend time with you. after long days of grueling practice, eventful matches, and traveling, the only thing that used to be on sakusa’s mind was taking a hot shower and collapsing on the bed to get some much-needed rest. the shower still stands, but ever since he’s started coming home to you greeting him from the bed, he’s more willing to sacrifice a couple hours of sleep to talk about your day or tell you about his. a small smile finds its way to his lips at the way you rant about a rude encounter over the blow-dryer with a raised voice. he’s tempted to let his eyes drift shut as you card your fingers through his curls, making sure none of the hair is still wet. but he perseveres, responding to your ramblings with soft hums as he lays beside you. it doesn’t matter how long his day was or how tired he is when walking through the door—kiyoomi tries his hardest to dedicate as much time to you as he can before sleep takes over him.

✸ AKAASHI lends you his favorite books. the margins are littered with jottings of his written thoughts and highlighted text of the lines that stuck out most to him. he always apologizes for how messy they are, but the discussions you two have makes his nearly illegible handwriting the least of his worries. even if you don’t have the same taste as him or prefer a genre he wouldn’t normally read, he finds himself wandering to that section of the bookstore he frequents to skim over the summaries of those stories to see if they sound like something you might be interested in. at least two always make their way into the pile he carries to the register. he reads them first, taking note of his favorite parts and passages that he knows you’ll enjoy before handing the book off to you. he loves seeing how excited you get upon finishing them and swears he could listen to each and every one of your words without ever getting bored.

✸ ATSUMU calls you cute nicknames in favor of your actual name. he rarely ever uses your full name anymore, always opting for a shortened version of it or a different pet name entirely. it doesn’t stem from his playful annoyance, but, rather, atsumu’s desire to share something between just the two of you. as soon as people start picking up on the name and calling you such, he’s on a mission to come up with one that’s uniquely his. maybe it’s childish to want to keep something as trivial as a nickname to himself, but at some point, the name becomes reserved for when the two of you are alone or around strangers who aren’t likely to be listening in on your conversations. of course he feels special addressing you as an exclusive name that’s only ever muttered by him, but the fact that you’re able to tell it’s him whenever you hear the string of letters you’ve grown to answer to is what atsumu loves most about it—and he hopes you feel the same.

thanks for reading! comments and reblogs are appreciated <3

HYAKUYA MIKAELA

「 Love Sick 」

part 1 ┊ part 2

Asmodeus

— [cw] ⨾ spiraling anxious thoughts

MC sneezed, wiping their nose with their sleeve.

“See, I’ve just been all gross and icky for these past couple of days.” Mc brought their comforter further up their laying body, covering the lower half of their face in embarrassment.

“Please let me recover in peace- I look and feel terrible right now. And, I don’t want you to catch this too..” MC mumbled, burning cheeks concealed from Asmo’s concerned gaze.

Asmo’s brows had been furrowed for longer than MC had ever seen them. After a pause, he sat up from MC’s bed with a strained sigh.

“If that’s what you need right now, my love.” He spoke with a forced smile, “But promise you won't hesitate to give me a ring if you need absolutely anything, okay?”

MC gave a strained smile of their own as Asmo rubbed their blanket-covered calf in reassurance.

“I will.”

A mix of foul emotions flooded Asmo the moment he witnessed MC wave Mammon out of their room.

‘What was Mammon doing in their room?’ ‘Did MC call for him?’ ‘How long has he been in there?’ ‘Did MC need something?’

Asmo quickened his pace, meeting a panicked MC at the door. He pushed his intrusive thoughts to the side in order to focus on keeping a lighthearted expression so as to not worry MC.

“MC? I thought you wanted to rest peacefully until you got better. Did you need something? Did you call me-“ Asmo began to reach for his cell before MC interrupted.

“No! No, I mean, I just forgot my medicine in the living room so I had Mammon grab it for me.” MC subconsciously hid their form behind their bedroom door.

Asmo reached out to place a hand against the door, ensuring MC wouldn’t shut it so soon.

“But then, why did he come in?” Asmo asked, focused on keeping his tone of voice neutral.

“Well, he insisted I have something to eat, so he brought up some soup Satan made along with my medicine.” MC looked away in shyness upon recalling the memory.

Asmo’s mouth opened to speak, but not before Belphie appeared before the two, interrupting to speak to MC.

“MC, Beel told me you were still feeling sick, even after all the care he and Levi gave you yesterday.”

Asmo felt a pang in his chest, hurt not to have noticed MC’s condition before his brothers.

“Well yeah,” MC lightly chuckled, “Humans take a longer to heal; all the symptoms don’t disappear at once either.”

Belphie looked MC up and down, taking note of their physical state best he could with MC hiding most of themself behind their door.

“You look tired. Here-” Belphie grabbed MC’s hand as he slipped into their room, “-I’ll make sure you rest well.”

"Oi Belphie-" Asmo announced shortly before Belphie unapologetically shut the door in his face.

He rattled the doorknob. Locked.

In his frustration, Asmo decided it’d be best to return to his room and find something soothing to indulge in.

Maybe, he could catch MC alone later on.

3 days had passed since Asmo last spoke with MC.

They had finally made a full recovery, tributing their health to the doting care of every demon brother.

Almost, every demon brother.

By the end of MC’s sick episode, Asmo had assisted MC about two times- neither directly involving MC; just fetch quests Lucifer sent him on to retrieve items from the local corner store.

‘Why isn’t MC summoning me after all the times I offered to help?! Did I do something to offend them? Hurt them?? Do they regret making a pact with me???’

No matter how much he wanted to pout and whine and throw a tantrum directly in front of MC, Asmo refused to do anything that could potentially worsen MC’s health.

Despite his insecurities, he could never cause his precious MC to be inconvenienced by his feelings.

Not these feelings, anyhow.

After all, it could have been his fault MC got sick in the first place. Maybe that’s why they’ve been so distant lately. Are they mad at Asmo for making them sick? Could he accidentally cause MC to fall ill again without even realizing it??

His brothers could tell something was eating away at him- quite obviously in fact, due to the amount of sighing and pouting he did.

They could also tell it most likely had something to do with MC- quite obviously, due to his habit of putting on a cheery facade in MC’s presence.

As much as it pained the brothers to leave a newly recovered MC in the hands of their less than responsible brother, Lucifer they all decided it would be best to let the two hash out this problem before Asmo it became a nuisance for the rest of them.

"MC, we've been summoned to the castle. You are to keep an eye on Asmodeus while we're gone. If anything should go wrong, which I assume will not happen while such a responsible demon is present, you have our numbers."

"Of course, have a safe trip!" MC replied cheerily while Asmo stood trembling from Lucifer's indirect threat.

As the remaining brothers' complaints cut off with the closing of the front door, Asmo attempted to sneak his way into his room before MC could speak to him.

He was successful, leaving MC in the empty foyer with only the prodding feeling of abandonment for company.

Lunchtime came and left, and the 6 demon brothers were still not home.

'Ah, it's already getting dark. I should probably check on MC, just in case they need me...'

Asmo's thoughts began to spiral once more:

'They don't seem to need me anymore. Is it over? Has MC grown sick of me?? Do I, do I repulse them??!'

A tear rolled down Asmodeus' expressionless face as his mind drifted further and further from reality.

Pulled back out by a familiar voice, he realized MC was now approaching where he sat on his bed.

"Asmo? Hello? Are you sleeping with your eyes open? Is that a demon thing??"

He couldn't help but chuckle at the human's remarks. He wiped away the singular tear with a delicate finger as he mustered his joyous persona best he could.

"I didn't realize you were the type to sneak into someone's room unnanounced~" The words to MC sounded similar to an unrisen cake.

"I was going to ask if you wanted to help me make dinner for us? I asked the others and they said they were eating out, so we only need to cook for two!"

"Oh?" Asmo's voice began to crack as he felt tears coming on, tilting his head further from MC's gaze as he anxiously brushed his bangs behind his ear.

MC leaned in closer to Asmo, trying to decipher this abnormal behavior they had never seen from him before.

"Is something wrong, Asmo?"

'Something wrong? Something wrong?? Obviously! Have they really not been paying attention to me at all??!'

Asmo had finally hit the brink of his spiraling thoughts. Resetting his posture, his defenses rose instantly, and he made a decision.

The decision to make MC hate him.

part 1 ┊ part 2

When i say asmodeus is a little evil in a fun silly flirty way this is what i mean i think ppl make him just a little too Normal like there isnt something off . Like normal stable upstanding devildom citizens do not say shit like that .

Kabedon Compilation ; 7 Brothers

Diavolo + others

a series of commission for @KimetsuYou on twitter over the past few months, thanks so much! so satisfying to see it all finally lined up yay~ 

Everyone wants Ghost to fuck the life outta them until he's been hitting you just right for the last 20 minutes and won't let up. Until he's fucking you like he's in the last stretch of pumps before he comes and you can barely breath with how hard he's fucking you. Until you're sobbing into the sheets because he keeps telling you, "Just one more love" but it's never just one more. Until he fucks you through his own orgasm and doesn't stop for breath. Until he's pinned you under his weight and wrapped a hand around your neck, pulling you up from where you're drooling against the mattress so he can hear all the pretty noises you make.

It's all fun and games until you actually see God and they look an awful lot like Simon Riley.