aishiterudere

warnings for implied not safe for work, and genre typical unhealthy portrayals of relationships, mentions of kidnapping

Word Count: 1k

Kaeya, has issues that make it difficult for him to seek out and maintain relationships. Most of them having to do with fearing abandonment, self-centeredness, and emotional distance. He’s really only been keeping people at a solid distance away, and would be confident that he could maintain that.

With that said, he wouldn’t realize his obsessive nature until he was in too deep. He’d justify everything to himself, and even with a moment of clarity, he’d shove it down, wanting to keep the person he loves close, by any means necessary

I do absolutely think he would start a friends with benefits arrangement as the type who would think he could avoid catching feelings, because he’s good at it. Hell, you probably aren’t his first fwb or the only one he has that kind of relationship with when you guys start hooking up.

That’s due to change pretty quick though, if he’s with other people, that means less time with you. If you ask about it though, he’ll just say he’s too busy to juggle that many entanglements, and coyly say you’re his favorite.

He enjoys you in bed, and he enjoys your company, unfortunately for you both though, he starts thinking about how much he’d enjoy it if you were his completely

Once the feeling floodgate has opened, he finds it difficult to deny himself.

Kaeya is painfully aware of the fragility and openness of your relationship, and starts by testing the waters to see how you’d receive being in a serious committed relationship.

You see him around a bit more, he touches you more when the two are out and about. Nothing too intimate, but still pushes the boundary a little he’s good at knowing your limits. If you call him on it he’ll only tease and play it off.

Something he realizes pretty quick is how he starts to resent seeing you around others. It’s a further reminder that you are probably openly seeking out other people at any given point.

He’ll tell you whatever he feels like he needs to tell you to deter you from people you could be interested in, he’s your friend first and foremost after all.

He’ll begin following you around without an intention to approach you, watching as you go about your day. He justifies this to himself by telling himself he isn’t busy anyway (he is), and he’s wanting to see if you listen to him and his judgement.

Yall are so kind and I am so undeserving hhhhh

If you stand idly by that flower girl in Mondstadt her idle line is something like “All I can think about is Diluc” And honestly same

This man exudes bde I’m sorry I just… It is a known FACT that Diluc is packing and I refuse to believe otherwise, lord have mercy I’m bout to SIMP

tws: yandere, mentions of violence

tws (below cut): noncon, kinda misogynistic in 1 part

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What are they generally like? Lucid, aware? Obsessive? How do they behave?

Acutely aware, and in the beginning, frustrated with his own self. He’s very much a loner type of guy, and he likes it that way – in his mind, people are distractions.

He doesn’t talk to you too much, but you’ll slowly and subtly notice his presence with increasing frequency. He hovers. Silent, but intimidating. He’s always there, in the background. Somehow, everywhere you go, you can spot him somewhere if you try, and even if you don’t see him, you know someone is watching you, from the skin crawling feeling of eyes on you. It will never go away, and it’s easily enough to drive you to paranoia.

In reality, he'd like to talk, really, but he doesn’t know how. For the first time in his life, he actually has the urge to speak with someone, not for his own desire to speak so much as speak with you- to learn about you, to hear your voice. But the poor thing has no idea what to say. He’s used to just going about his day and only speaking to others when they need something from him.

When he does talk to you, he finds himself even enjoying the silliest and most trivial of things you say. Normally he hates small talk, and he’s normally annoyed by anything outside of very serious matters, but even if you’re raving about something he has no interest in, he’s happy to listen just because it’s you.

He’s fairly aware, too. Not a delusional for the most part, and he’s honestly a bit afraid of rejection - he knows he’s not the most pleasant or charming person to be around, and certainly not the best conversationalist. He tries to make up for it in thinking that his money, status, and protective ability can be something he can use to draw you in, so he makes sure to subtly and frequently remind you of those things.

How likely are they to kidnap their darling? How quickly will they do so?

Eventually, it’s inevitable. It will happen, it’s just a matter of time. His reasoning is less about your fragility and safety, even if he pretends it is, and more of a selfish thing. He doesn’t want to be, and he’ll certainly feel guilty for it, but he’s a silently jealous person. Hearing you talk to others, seeing you smile at others, it drives him up the wall. Even during the day, he can’t focus, thinking of what you’re doing, who you’re with, what you’re doing with that person, and so on. He can’t get anything accomplished, and people notice something is wrong with him. Really, it won’t be a very long time at all.

He’s not a very good manipulator, and he can’t really think of a good reason to get you to walk into the winery backrooms on your own, so as barbaric as it may feel, he’ll settle for the old fashioned way, just taking you, probably when you’re walking all by yourself late at night. He is very intelligent, and will most likely formulate a way of making you seen responsible for some crime upon your disappearance, to discourage you from leaving, and to make it seem less mysterious when you disappear. People will assume that the darknight hero got to you. And, well, they’re not wrong.

How difficult is it to escape from them? How do they keep you restrained? How do they deal with attempted escape? 

Initially, he’s watchful, staying at the winery so that you can’t get far without him noticing. He’ll cancel his plans elsewhere and make sure he’s never more than sight distance away from the building. With time, he’ll have to leave, and when he does, he’ll probably invest in some very high quality locks to keep you in. Should that prove to not be enough, he’ll have to use chains to keep you attached to the wall, instead. Needless to say, it’s difficult.

If you manage an attempt, he’ll be angry, sure, but he understands why. The first time, at least. Don’t push it. If you manage to keep trying, his sympathy for you will slowly erode with each successive attempt, and soon he’ll run out of mercy, and decide maybe just forgiving you isn’t enough, and you actually need to learn a lesson to prevent this from happening again.

“Again? You really… Really don’t give up, do you. This is the fourth time now… You’ve really pushed it, you know, I’ve tried to be nice. If you’re not gonna get that, I’ll make you understand.”

How easy are they to trick, deceive, or manipulate?

Canonically speaking, he’s fairly good at predicting the actions of others. He’s clever like that. However, he’s not the best at reading faces. As far as lies go, he will detect it maybe 80% of the time, but you can probably get away with a bit - once he catches you doing it once, though, he’ll suspect you from there on out, and be much less likely to buy your lies.

When it comes to manipulation, he’s one of the ones where it’s like, he kinda knows, and lets it happen anyway, if it’s for the sake of you being happy with him. That, and he’s just flat out weak to your smiles and begging for little things. He’s got his limits, though, so you’d be wise to only use this sparingly and not push it.

How lenient are they? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied?

Protective to the maximum degree. Probably the worst of genshin boys.

Absolutely zero contact with the outside. No family, no friends, he might even go to the extent of faking your death to ensure there’s not even anyone who will look for you.

Unlike Childe, Zhongli, or Albedo that I’ve mentioned as allowing you for walks or outside visits… That’s not happening with Diluc. No, he’s insanely protective, to the point that you very well might not see sunlight again, except through a window.

And he gets that it can get depressing, he really does, it’s just the one thing he can’t do. He’ll try to substitute it, get you nice large windows to let the sun in that you can sit in front of - provided he’s there - and maybe after a while build a little screened-in porch for the winery that you can walk around on - again, provided he’s right there. You really can’t expect him to let you out there when you’re alone. What if someone saw you and tried to hurt you?

You get the feeling it’s less about keeping anything else out, and more about keeping you in, though.

He’s actually good about letting you do things for yourself, though. He won’t restrain you from cooking or kitchen utensils or anything like that, unless you do something stupid like try to hurt him or yourself, in which case it’ll be a revoked privilege.

What kind of rules do they have? What kind of punishment would they use?

Initially, he tries to go easy on rules, as part of his attempt to make you more accepting. He’ll keep you more restrained for the first little while, and later on you’ll be allowed to walk, but certain sections of the building will be off limits. He’s fairly simple - be obedient, stay inside, don’t try to fight. He’ll invent new ones based on your behaviors as time goes on, but for the most part, he doesn’t want to control you too much.

He fears getting too mad and making you scared of him, so, he struggles to punish you initially. He’s probably willing to let quite a bit slide, but once he senses you’re taking advantage of that, he’ll put an end to it. Once again, he can thank the fact that he’s naturally intimidating - he’ll grab your jaw and force you to look at him, and honestly, just the look on his face is enough to send chills down your spine. If you’re persistent, he’s not able to leave you all alone and isolate you, no, he can’t handle being away from you for that long. He’ll appeal to the punishment of boredom, tying you to one spot and giving you nothing to entertain yourself with will get you to crack in a fairly short amount of time.

Humiliation works well, too. You’re all alone except for him, you don't need clothes. So if you want them, you’ll have to behave.

How do they deal with rivals, or perceived rivals? Will they get rid of them? Will they kill them themselves, or find another way?

This man only has to look at people to send them running. He’s very grateful for his scowl once he realizes the power it holds. You’ll be none the wiser as to why everyone you meet seems to end up avoiding you, why people get nervous when you approach, why you can walk into a public place and it will clear out within minutes of you walking through the door. It’s ok, though, since you have him to go to for your problems. He’ll shrug and tell you he doesn’t know why it happens to you, but it’s no big deal, you don’t have to worry about it, because you don’t need them anyway, right?

He’s not above having chats with people either. If they’re not driven off by the glares, he’ll give them another chance by spelling out very clearly that they should back off.

With persistent offenders, though, he has to come up with other means. He’s not a delusional, and he knows deep down that this is selfish, that they’re not really doing anything wrong per se, but his anger is violent and ultimately overrides any guilt. He’ll find a way to make them out to be criminals, spies, or some other form of bad person, and they’ll meet their fate at the hands of Mondstadt’s mysterious nighttime vigilante.

How easy is it to make them mad? What does their anger look like?

His default personality is… Irritated. He scowls a lot, he gets exasperated easy - even if he tries to be a bit more pleasant for you. His irritation is so common that seeing genuine anger is a bit rarer.

When he does, though, it’s one of the worst. To really, really make him mad, you’d have to be exceptionally, intentionally bratty to the point of antagonism - he’s understanding and lucid enough to understand why you fight him, why you try to run, but do it over and over relentlessly, or just be a childish brat and ignore his warnings, and he’ll snap. His voice bellows when he’s mad, it’s deep and terrifying and echoes off the walls, his eyes narrow and he stomps heavily with every step. He’ll grab you by the arm hard enough to bruise, and if you refuse to follow and dig your heels in, he’ll just roughly swing you onto his shoulder and carry you.

He has to exert the anger in some way, though. He’s not like some yanderes that can be talked down or calmed, or are going to go easy on you if you apologize and beg. Once the anger is there, it’s there until he physically takes it out in some way.

So they see you as above them, beneath them, or equal to them?

It depends, really, because he’s highly lucid, so he has very little delusions about you. Unlike many of the others, he’s willing to acknowledge your mental competence, and if you’re intelligent and have life experience he’ll acknowledge it. He won’t recognize physical capability, though, since you’re nothing compared to his strength. If you are a capable, independent person, he won’t delude himself into thinking otherwise. It will, however, have a negative effect, probably the opposite of what you hope for - he’s going to feel a bit intimidated by it, really, because if you’re capable and independent, you don't need him as much. He’s more likely to find ways to force your dependency on him, if so, but deep down he knows you’re an equal on a mental level, and it’s frustrating.

Now, otherwise - if you’re a little more on the ditzy, airheaded side - it will be below. He’s realistic, again, and if you genuinely do fall into the category of being naive and a bit dumb, he’ll recognize it. He feels more secure in your dependency, and he’s more likely to baby you this way, and will absolutely be more protective.

How determined are they for you to love them? How hard will they try to make it happen? Or are they content just having you?

He really wants you to. He’s not sure if he deserves it, though. He’s acutely, painfully aware of how awful the things he’s done are, and to top it all off, he knows that he should wish he was a better man that had self control, yet… He doesn’t. He can’t lie to himself and pretend to even have a shred of regret, even if he feels guilt. If he hadn’t done all those things, you wouldn’t be here with him like this, and even though he knows it’s selfish, so very, very selfish, knowing that the horrible things he did got him the result he wanted makes it worth it. And given the opportunity to go back, he’d do it again.

He wants you to genuinely love him, and even though he struggles with human affection and communication, he’ll try his best to be sweet to you, say nice things, try to be less irritable, try to talk more.

But if dependency, isolation-induced attachment love is the best he can get, well, that’s still love.

Bonus: Is there anything that makes them unique, in comparison to other yanderes?

He likes to just… Spend time in your presence. He’s still ultimately not much for talking, he runs out of things to say very quickly and even if you’re not talking, he’s very very happy to be around you. If you’re being cold towards him even, he wants to just sit there and be beside you, if you get up and sit on the other side of the room, or walk to another room (provided you have the privilege to do so), he’ll follow you wherever like a little lost puppy and just silently sit right back down next to you again. He soaks in your presence like sunlight, it makes him happy.

If you show him affection, especially after an abduction or when stockholm syndrome starts to set in, it’s one of the few times you’ll see him smile. His smile is soft and faint, and it’s less his mouth so much as his eyes that seem to light up. If you show him affection, you can eventually reach a very vulnerable, very soft side of him. He keeps up walls for everyone else, and he kind of desperately wants someone he doesn’t have to do that with, so he’ll crumble to your affection fairly quickly, once he’s assured of your love.

Also, he’s one of the ones who fully understands why you’re mad. He gets it, he’s lucid, and he honestly knows how awful what he’s doing is. He still hopes you’ll get over it, though, and if confinement and isolation except for him is what it takes to achieve that… So be it. Rather than justifying his actions, he acknowledges what he’s done, but he’s aware that psychologically, he’s already long past the point of no return, and he can’t bring himself to stop.

“I know this wasn’t… what you wanted, and, I know it’s, I know this was really, really bad, but I only did it for your sake. If you just… try to get used to it… maybe you can be happy, if you try.”

I got this request and dropped everything I was doing to write this because akshaha this gave me a barrage of ideas THANK YOU ANON YOU BROUGHT ME OUT OF WRITER'S BLOCK🤧💖💝💕

Jealousy

Mondstadt & Liyue Liyue x traveler! gn! Reader

Genre: humor, sfw

Warnings: none

Scenario: The more you explore Teyvat, the stronger and tougher the enemies get.  To counter this, you spend the majority of your days fighting bosses and gathering the materials you need to become stronger.

And that led us to this moment.

The team of four was tired, you even more so than the rest. And now that you're in the safety of your camp, a much needed nap sounds heavenly.

It just so happened that Diluc is the one sitting next to you by the campfire. His coat begins to look fluffier and cozier with every second you fight to stay awake.

"M'so tired..." you mumble before leaning towards that darknight hero, falling on his shoulder and allowing sleep to take over you.

The loud chattering of the boys falls into a hush when the glass of grape juice falls from Diluc's hands and shatters to the ground. Their eyes widened when they saw you getting comfortable with the winery owner, who was increasingly and alarmingly turning redder as seconds passed.

Everything turned into chaos when your head slid from his shoulder and fell on his lap.

Diluc

He's turning so red someone help him

Would definitely not hesitate to bring out his greatsword to fend off those who step closer.

He tries not to move around too much or to raise his voice because he might wake you up, but he will defend his spot as your personal pillow no matter the cost.

He'll lightly grip your shoulder so you don't fall due to all the commotion. And also to piss the others off

It's a funny sight to behold: Teyvat's best winery owner and the renowned darknight hero waving his claymore around like a hilichurl defending its berries.

Kaeya

The #1 reason why Diluc summoned his weapon.

Would 100% pick you up and steal you away if it weren't for the claymore threatening to cut his throat.

He and Childe are throwing not-so-colorful words while shoving each other to get closer to your sleeping figure.

As annoyed as he is, he's more or less amused by Diluc's determination to keep you all to himself.

He'll undoubtedly tell you what happened the next morning to embarrass his sworn brother as revenge.

Childe

*heavy fatui breathing*

Reason #2 reason why Diluc brought his weapon out.

Will definitely make grabby hands at your figure and whine.

A literal child(e) ba dum tss

"Come on, you've had your time. Let them lean on me next!"

This is one of the only few times he can't bribe his way out because Diluc's pockets run deeper than the ley lines, and his resolve is even deeper than that.

So instead he insists on a battle royale sparring contest to see who's the most worthy to

Razor

He's unknowingly the most pouty out of everyone.

Like hey, he's fluffy and comfortable too! Why won't you sleep on him instead?

He's sitting still and angrily munching on his dinner because the taller boys are fighting and he doesn't want to get caught in the crossfire.

If he had a tail they would be wagging aggressively.

This one is so short I'm sorry Razor hnggg

Xiao

Gritting his teeth and narrowing his eyes™

Pretends not to care, is actually very pissed inside.

"Just let the traveler sleep in peace, they're clearly exhausted."

He's prepared to use his anemo vision to blow all of them away from you if things escalate.

The grip he has on his spear gets tighter every second, someone stop him—

He for sure will stick to you afterwards. It's for your protection, he swears!

Albedo

Tch.mp3

Tries to act unbothered but is already planning on ways to make you sleep on him instead in the future.

The only thing preventing him from charging over to get you is how cute you looked whilst asleep. He doesn't want to ruin that or disturb your well-deserved rest.

So he just lets them childishly fight amongst themselves while he ""calmly"" sketches your face.

It's for research purposes, he swears!

Zhongli

This man...he tries to negotiate his way in.

"Perhaps if we all agree to a contract, we could arrange a fair schedule to be...slept on."

Once they ignore his proposals, he just ends up watching the whole show go down with amusement and curiosity (and a tinge of jealousy)

He finds it funny that the boys are basically whisper-shouting at each other in fear of waking you up.

And what is it with mortals and fretting over every bit of physical contact?

Perhaps he could go to you for his inquiries and even for a demonstration *cOuGh*

I am so glad you enjoyed it!! Thank you for requesting the best boi ♥

“Humans are such needy creatures. Why would you need to talk to anyone except me!” + “You didn’t heed my warnings, so I guess I should make it clearer for your human brain.”

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Sighing, you stood in front of Mammon’s door, fist already in the air, ready to knock.

You knew you shouldn’t have come - after all, he told you to stay away, but the situation was a desperate one for you. After knowing each other for almost four months now, you really felt like you had grown closer with Mammon. He had been helping you out a lot despite his haughty attitude, and you were thankful for the times he was there for you in his own... unique way.

Still, now he was unavailable to you, constantly pushing you away, saying he didn’t want anything to do with you. There was nothing you remembered that you did that could have caused that, but you wanted nothing more than to speak it out with him, see what you can do. Even if he’d tell you that you two were not as close as you thought - which surely would hurt - you’d at least like to know and not just distance yourself from him without ever speaking another word with each other.

Knocking, you waited a few seconds, but without any response from the inside. He was there, you knew that much. After all, you watched him quickly vanish in his room as he saw you coming down the hallway. It was then that you decided that enough was enough! You certainly were the least scary person in this house, if he had a problem, he could talk to you about it, and you’d give him his freedom after that. But just disappearing from your life when you two were supposed to support and get through the year with each other, that wasn’t an option.

Gripping the doorknob, it turned, the door not locked from the inside despite you expecting that. But this way, it easily opened, allowing you a strong entrance into the scene that unfolded before you. But as fast as your sudden determination had come, giving you the strength to take this step, the faster it disappeared as your mouth fell open, eyes focusing on the back wall of the room.

“[N-Name]?!” you heard him call out, shocked that you’d suddenly burst in like this. Frantically, he tried to pull a cover over the pinboard he had attached to his wall instead of the usual painting next to his bed. But it was too late, you had already seen the contents. “Is that... me?!” you asked, flabbergasted as you closed the distance to him, pulling off the cover against his attempts to hide what laid underneath.

And you were right, countless pictures of you, talking to other demons and residents of the Devildom, always from an angle that implied you did not see the person taking them. “Why do you have those pictures?” you asked, tearing one off to give it a closer look before looking at Mammon with many questions in your eyes.

The poor devil looked like he was going to melt into the ground any second now. Never before had you seen his face so red, and his hair almost standing like the neck hair of a cat. He was as tense as you felt, clearly busted doing something he shouldn’t have. And to make it worse, it was you who caught him.

“I was just keeping watch, so nothing would happen to you...” Mammon tried to explain, and you simply shook your head, quickly pulling your hand away as he tried to snatch the photograph.

“You keep running your mouth talking to all those people, you can never know who’s going to snap!” Raising his voice finally startled you a little, allowing him to retrieve the precious picture, putting it back on the pinboard before pushing himself in between you and it. “What’s it to you?!” he hissed, and you furrowed your brows in anger, unable to understand why he was acting like this.

“What ‘What’s it to you’!? Mammon, I can see from here that those are all pictures of me talking to your brothers, the angels, or Solomon! Why would anyone of them harm me?!”

“Those are the worst,” he mumbled very quietly, pursing his lips in a pout.

“Excuse you?!”

“AH, damnit!” Mammon suddenly exclaimed loudly. “Humans are such needy creatures. Why would you need to talk to anyone except me!”

Your mouth fell open as you wanted to say something, but if you were honest, you had no reply to this. Had this been his reason for being weird in the last few days? Was he just jealous of the conversation you had? Last time you checked, he just as much conversed with everyone around you. Surely, it couldn’t be simple worry about your safety as Mammon had been quick to let it fall as an argument.

“I can’t believe it...” you finally mustered, bringing your hands up to rub your face. You felt a headache building in the front of your brain from the stress. “I’ve been worried for days now about you ignoring me and sending me away, but here you are, more concerned about me talking to anyone than about our friendship. I am so stupid.”

You turned, ready to leave and try to work through this weird mix of new realizations on your own when he suddenly snatched your hand. Instinctively, you wanted to shake him off, but his grip only grew tighter until you found yourself struggling with him despite it being your hand captured, after all, not his.

“Wait, where are you going?” he asked, eyes wide open in surprise. “You can’t just go now.”

“I can! You said you didn’t want me around anyway! So what is it now, Mammon?!” you hissed back into his face.

“I’ve only been looking out for you! Why are you acting so ungrateful?!”

“You’ve been doing nothing for me except, maybe, spy on me!”

“Well, someone had to!”

“Oh,” you rolled your eyes dramatically. “Thank you for your service, you Creep!”

You could see it in the way he bared his teeth that he didn’t appreciate your sarcasm, or perhaps, the new nickname you had for him. But next you knew, he had you wrestled down on the long couch in his room, pinning you underneath him. Never had you expected it to be painful to be pinned into a couch, but the sight above you was no better for your heart as the pain to your body.

Biting his lip, Mammon seemed to be somewhere between hurt and anger, perhaps a bit of regret swinging in him still. “I tried... times and times again,” he said slowly. “I told you. When you made a pact with Levi, Beel, Asmo - I told you every time! And also them! I am your first, your absolute pact! You and I belong together, and yet you keep going away!”

He took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a second. You were tempted to use a well-maneuvered kick to his crotch, but your enthusiasm fled as he opened his eyes again, tears collected in them. “What else could I have done, you left me no choice but to follow... But when everyone was so much more important than me, I tried to keep you away... I tried so hard to forget and move on, but then you kept coming back, and I was left with no choice...”

“Mammon...” you mumbled, suddenly feeling bad that you never realized he was struggling so much with something that you two certainly could have talked through. However, he shook his head quickly, sniffling away what had built up in his nose. “But no longer,” he simply declared, and this time when his eyes opened, you saw nothing of the regret you perceived in them before.

There was a gleam in them that upset your very core, primal instincts awakening in you that you didn’t think you had. It told you to run and hide, and never interact with Mammon as he was now again. You felt nauseous just looking at him when he seemed so... mad. When he looked at your submissive, held down form under him, the reflection as clear as the slowly building smile on his lips. This was beyond how he looked at even Goldie, and it brought goosebumps to your skin in response.

“You didn’t heed my warnings, so I guess I should make it clearer for your human brain.”

“Mammon, what--” you tried to ask, hoping it might spark some reason in him. But you feared for his sanity when he looked you in the eyes, pitying.

The Yandere!Demon Brother’s Darkest Fantasies.

TW: Graphic Violence, (Imagined) Non-Con, Power-Play, Master/Servant Dynamics, Dub-Con, Mentions of Masturbation, Mentions of Blood/Bruising, and General Unhealthy Mindsets All Around. 

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Lucifer wants you to bow to him.

Out of everyone on the list, he does the least to hide his fantasies, regardless of how depraved or dubious or down-right disgusting they get. Why would he? There are only a handful of people stronger than him, more capable than him, and when it’s so clear that you’re so weak and feeble and in such desperate need of guidance, he hardly feels the need to wait for you to ask. It borders on pet-play, honestly, if only because he’s so quick to pull out a collar the first time you puff out your cheeks and refuse to get on your knees when he was nice enough to order around you politely.

It’s all about control for him, or rather, the reassurance that he’s the one who has it. The knowledge that he’s the strongest, the most responsible, and that he deserves to be in charge, even if things tend to get bloody under his command. He’ll make you say such awful things, telling you exactly what he wants to hear as the heel of his boot digs into your bare spine, keeping your chest pressed against the floor while you sing his praises and drag your own name through the mud, confessing every rash, irresponsible thing you’ve ever done in an effort to distract him from the whip that never seems to leave his hand. He knows what it’s like to be treated as something holy, what it’s like to be revered rather than feared, and he doesn’t want to stop pushing until you look at him with the same admiration, the same unadulterated love he used to be showered in.

And if you don’t, if you won’t, he’ll be happy to break you down until you don’t have another choice. Obedience is a close second to reverence, and Lucifer has enough toys to make either a viable option.

Mammon wants to keep you to himself.

It’s a natural progression, honestly. He’s your first, he’s your man, and you’re his human, his responsibility, the most useless treasure in his collection and the only one that truly, genuinely matters to him. For now, he can wrap an arm around your waist, narrow his eyes and keep any potential rivals at a distance, but he can’t do anything to keep away his own brothers. Baring his teeth and sharpening his claws feels childish when all you do is smile and tell him not to be so jealous. Everything he does feels pointless when you can just laugh and run off with the first person to pull you away from him. You make it pointless. You are pointless, you should just be lucky he wants you anyway.

It’d be so simple, too, so easy to just close the door to his room and not open it again, not until you’re chained to something too tight to slip out of. No one would be able to get their hands on you, no one would be able to take you away, it’d just be you and him and no one else, not if he can help it. You’d be his to ruin, his to care for, his to dote on or discipline or do whatever he pleases to, whenever he wants to. It’d be heaven for him, and… it wouldn’t be, for you.

That’s part of the fantasy, and he hates it. He doesn’t want to be cruel to you, he doesn’t want to see you cry because of him, and yet, all he wants to do is polish his newest addition until it’s as shiny and as his as the rest of his hoard. He wants not to care when you cry, he wants to look down at your shaking body and he wants to laugh, to sneer, to tell you that this is your fault and you have no one to blame but yourself. Maybe he wants to be more apathetic, maybe he just wants to stop being so hesitant, but what he wants seems to be less important than what he’s starting to need. If the number of ‘packages’ he’s been getting is any indication, I wouldn’t count on his reluctance lasting for much longer.

Leviathan wants you to make him cry.

He’s not a masochist. Or, he is a masochist, but not in the way you’d assume. Leviathan doesn’t bother pretending to be confident. He doesn’t act like he has all the self-esteem in the world, and he doesn’t try to hide his (admittedly poor) view of his lifestyle. That might be why he loses his composure whenever you compliment him, why he stutters and blushes and gets so awkward when you try to tell him that you like the way he is, that you love him for it. That you don’t mind.

It’s an awful, unhealthy part of himself that wants you to say otherwise. To contradict yourself, to smirk and shove him onto your bed and say you couldn’t find him more disgusting, that you’ve never known someone so pathetic. Maybe it’s just a depraved daydream, a desire to have his worst fears proven right by the person he loves most, or maybe, he just likes the image of you riding him into overstimulation as you make him thank you for taking pity on someone so hopeless, maybe he just likes to imagine the feeling of your hands around his neck, your grip tightening every time his gaze falls lower than your eyes. He has a whole list of names for you to call him, insults ranging from ‘pervert’ to ‘drain on society’, but he’d never tell that to you. No, he can barely bring himself to think about this kind of stuff, let alone say any of it outloud.

All he can do is let his touch wander whenever he hugs you, let his fingers brush against things they shouldn’t and leave them to linger for far too long for his actions to be taken as an innocent mistake. He isn’t sure whether he’s trying to push you to hate him, trying to really make his fantasy into a reality, or if he just wants you to get the message that he wants something more intimate, something more violent. Either way, he’s started leaving his door unlocked when his mind begins to wander. Open, sometimes, if it’s just the two of you home. Just hope your room isn’t too close to his. He tends to get… explicit, when he’s feeling passionate.

Satan wants to show everyone who you belong to.

His fantasy is one of the most depraved, if only because it barely has anything to do with you. No, it’d only be fitting for the Avatar of Wrath’s favorite daydream to be centered around something more possessive, something more domineering, something totally and utterly separate from the person he loves. You’re not replaceable, it has to be you for him to care to put in the effort, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to check whether or not you’re enjoying yourself when he bends you over the dining room table in the middle of breakfast, for no other reason than Asmodeus commented on your outfit and Beelzebub offered to carry your bag and neither of them should be doing so much as looking at you when he’s right there, when it’s so clear that you belong to someone and that he doesn’t want to share.

On the outside, his self-control is as impeccable as always, but he’d be lying if said his hand didn’t twitch every time Mammon stood a little too close, every time Leviathan scraped up the courage to talk to you. He’s so strong, too, and you’re so, so weak, it wouldn’t even be a fair fight. He could cage you against a bookshelf or throw you onto a countertop and what would you do? Try to push him away? Scream for help? An audience is what he wants, what he craves, a crowd of anyone and everyone who’s ever touched you to watch as you beg for him to stop and moan his name and cry as you cum, even if he has to get a little messier than he’d like, for that. Risky sex might come close to scratching his itch, but the risk of being caught and making a show of something so private are two different vices entirely. You’ll be lucky if it does anything but make him bolder, more blatant with his plans. He takes after Lucifer, in that regard. He doesn’t know why he’d try to hide it.

As far as he’s concerned, he owns you, and you’ve only got yourself to blame if you haven’t realized that yet. It’s only fair that he gets to mark what’s his, as plainly and as publicly as possible.

Asmodeus wants you to say ‘no’ to him.

Do I really have to say anything else? He’s so tired of seduction, so sick of glazed eyes and glossy lips and people so intoxicated by his presence, they’re practically tripping over themselves just to feel the heels of his boots press into their backs as he walks over them. It’s not that he wants a chase, he’s always been a pacifist at heart, and he’d rather not have to resort to any unsavory means, he’s just bored and feed-up and he wants something new, even if it’s only fun for him.

It doesn’t help that he’s terrible at holding himself back. He’s good at hiding his true feelings (he’s already so touchy, it gets hard to tell what’s innocent and what’s not), but it’s impossible not to notice how fond he’s become of admiring your wrists, buying you bracelets so thick and so heavy, you can hardly hold them up. You can’t ignore it when he takes a moment too long to pull away when you tell him you want space, or just how hesitant he seems to let you go after ‘playfully’ pinning you to his bed. He wants to keep going. He wants to see the light drain from your eyes as you realize he’s not going to stop, to feel you writhe and struggle and try to get away, to hear you scream your safeword and to ignore it, to not care than you don’t want him. He doesn’t want to make you suffer, not any more than he has to, but his heart never fails to beat a little faster when he pictures it, and he gets more excited than he’s been in centuries by the thought alone.

If anything, you should feel honored. It’s been so long since he wanted something so specific, someone so specific, he almost forgot what it was like to lust for rather than be lusted after. I’d say he’s unprepared for it, but Asmodeus is hard to catch off-guard, and this just so happens to be his area of expertise. He has a way of getting what he wants, even if he has to make things a little difficult for everyone else.

Beelzebub wants to see how far you bend.

You really can’t blame him for being curious. It’s more of an intrusive thought than a fantasy, something he can’t help but think about, not once he realizes how strong he is and how resilient you aren’t. And, unlike the others, his fantasy has a specific catalyst, a real, substantial reason for its existence. He’d just been holding your hand, his grip still bordering on loose, but your fingers had cracked under his like glass under a bulldozer. It was just a sprain, something Simeon had healed with a contemplative glance and a flick of his wrist, but it stuck with Beelzebub. It stuck with him and god, he wishes it hadn’t.

He can’t help the places his mind wanders to. He can’t stop himself, not once he starts wondering what it’d be like if he was just a little bit bigger and you were just a little bit smaller and he cared a lot less about hurting you than he does, in reality. You’d be so tight, warm and welcoming and so easily broken if he does so much as breaths on you the wrong way, and you’d look so pretty afterward, too sore to move without his help and absolutely covered in bruises and bitemarks he didn’t even have to try to leave.  

The aftercare is the only part he doesn’t mind wanting. At least it’s softer than the rest of it, full of kisses and snacks and touches so light, he can almost pretend he hadn’t just imagined fucking you until your ribs caved in under his palms. He’s mapped out every ugly, tender mark he’d leave, every place you’d ache and throb, every minute of your recovery - every second it’d take you to get well enough for him to do it all over again. Maybe he’ll even call in a favor, bow his head and swallow his shame for just long enough to have someone who’s got a hand for healing on stand-by so he wouldn’t have to wait, but he never lets his mind drift that far. He’s too busy trying to convince himself he still doesn’t want to hurt you.

Belphegor wants to take advantage of your trust.

Unlike his twin, Belphegor wishes he just wants to hurt you. Pain is simple, or, physical pain is simple, anyway. He could tell himself it’s because you’re human, that hating you is just an old habit he hasn’t kicked. He’d pinch your cheeks and pull at your hair and he’d try to be satisfied with that, he’d tell himself he doesn’t want anything more. He’d be lying to himself, of course, but it’d still be an honest effort. Unfortunately, what he wants isn’t that clear-cut. It isn’t that shallow, and that’s why he has to hate himself for it.

Maybe it arose the first time you fell asleep before him, when you were so vulnerable and exposed and so helpless he had to wonder whether or not you had a deathwish. Or how at-peace you seem during his rare shows of affection, as if the talons tracing patterns into your skin couldn’t easily dig in and pull at the slightest hint of a threat. You’re so comfortable around him, so careless, you need to be taught a lesson and he needs to teach it to you. On good days, it’s almost innocent. Groping you while you’re only half-awake, letting his hand trail up your thigh during a council meeting because he knows you’re too nice to say anything. On bad days, on most days, he’s fucking his fist to the thought of holding you down while someone you like much less than him does something vile to your anatomy, only offering the barest hints of comfort when your crying gets loud enough to be annoying.

You trust him, and the worst part is, you’ll probably still trust him when he’s done. He’s been forgiven for worse, and that’s what gets him off, the idea that you’ll still look at him like the closest friend you’ve ever had the moment he averts his eyes and offers a half-hearted apology, saying he’s grown, that he just had to get it out of his system, that he won’t do it again even though he absolutely, definitely will. And you’ll believe him, because somehow, you still trust him. Because you’re always going to trust him.

I figured I should get back to requests with a little Simeon, if only because I’m really, /really/ hoping he’s in some of the new chapters. Consider this self-indulgent, at best, and only loosely related to the actual request, at worst. I like to stay on-brand.

Title: Safe-Guard.

TW: Imprisonment, Mentions of Kidnapping, and Mentions of Death.

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You used to wonder why Simeon prayed.

You knew why Luke did. Whenever he was nervous or scared or more frustrated than he usually was, you could hear him muttering to himself, repeating the same verse of stilted latin until his temper cooled and he could get back to berating the reason for his distress. It was reassuring, to him, an involuntary, familiar way to comfort himself that he undoubtedly thought would show his commitment to whatever higher-power there was to listen. Simeon didn’t need something so childish, though. His prayers were hushed and mumbled, but they weren’t hasty or rushed or symptoms of an anxiety he had yet to grow out of. It wasn’t like Simeon needed to show his devotion to something holy, either, not from your perspective. To you, he was something holy.

He was still something holy, if you were being honest with yourself.

Even after everything he’d done, interrupting his little rituals felt wrong, like your interference would pervert a ceremony you had no right to play a part in. It didn’t help that you were so far below him, like this, sitting on the floor as he perched himself on the edge of your bed, the silver shackles wound around your ankles and wrists only working to cement your situation, the engravings carved into their metallic surface keeping you bound to whatever space Simeon desired you to occupy. Currently, that was one of the spare rooms in Purgatory Hall, one smaller than Luke’s or Solomon’s and far enough from the rest of the bedrooms to make all your screaming and yelling useless. Not that anyone would come, even if they did hear you. If Simeon said you were fine, you were fine. He was an angel, after all, and such a beautiful one, at that. There wasn’t a person in the world who had reason not to trust him.

“Is something wrong, (Y/n)?

His voice caught you off-guard. So deep in your own thoughts, you hadn’t noticed when his gentle mantras stopped, his beaded rosary falling into his left hand with a limp, ceramic rattle. He was facing you, now, watching as you pulled your knees to your chest and willed yourself to melt into the wall, your mind only bothering to process his questions after it floundered under the weight of his gaze, the intensity of his sudden concentration. You swallowed something jagged and thick, but you didn’t try to stop yourself from replying. You didn’t try to force yourself into disobedience, not when you didn’t have to. “I don’t know,” You mumbled, the answer coming more quietly than you would’ve liked. “I think someone might’ve kidnapped me, but I’m not sure. I think I’m being held hostage when I don’t want to be, and my captor keeps asking me why I’m upset.”

He clicked his tongue, curling his fist around his rosary before tucking it into some unseen pocket of his seamless, draping get-up, but he was smiling, his neutrality akin to pleasant amusement, the expression warm and vaguely condescending. “Such a shame,” He noted, his tone laced with faux-sympathy. “Maybe if you answered this captor of yours honestly, he wouldn’t have to ask so often.”

You pursed your lips, staying silent for a second or two, but a witty response alluded you as swiftly as you lost the will to find one. “I still don’t know why I’m here,” You admitted, somewhat hesitantly. “You said you were afraid the brothers would hurt me, but that wouldn’t drive a person to imprisonment. No one resorts to kidnapping because they’re scared.” You still couldn’t quite bring yourself to blame him, not aloud. He deserved your rage, you deserved to be furious, but for whatever reason, you’ve staved off the anger like an illness you’d never recover from. It was a coping mechanism, you guessed. You didn’t really want to find out if it was anything more than that. “I want an explanation. A real explanation.”

He sighed, the sound wistful, just a little disappointed. With a shake of his head, he stood, taking a moment to survey your position before letting himself fall to your side. Even on the floor, just as low and stooped-over as you were, he held himself with an air of casual grace, his posture strung with such an enlightened levity, he hardly seemed to have to hold himself up at all. It never failed to make you stare, if only for a moment. It wasn’t enough to make you love him, but it made him impossible to resent, your turmoil only getting worse when he bothered to look at you, his small smile instantly morphing into a soothing grin. He didn’t touch you, but you almost wished he would. If it was kind, you could melt into him, find solace in the reassurance that he wasn’t going to hurt you. And if it wasn’t…

If it wasn’t, you could stop hating yourself for wanting to hate him.

“I wasn’t lying,” He started, the declaration weighted despite his apparent light-heartedness. “I am trying to protect you. When I leave this place, I plan to take you with me. The Celestial Realm would make such a lovely home for us, and while I don’t expect you to grateful for the dislocation…” Another sigh, this one more of an unconscious exhale. He trying to be as honest with himself as he wanted to be with you. “You’ll be safe. Your world is difficult, it’s messy, and the Devildom isn’t any better. I don’t trust it to take care of you, not like the angels would.”

Not like he would. His selfishness was well-masked, but it lingered just below the surface. Dark and brewing, but deniable. “You could’ve asked,” You tried, weakly. “This isn’t my world, and I still have months before I’m supposed to go back. The Devildom is dangerous, but the brothers--”

“Demons corrupt.” It was a forceful interruption, one that left you equal parts concerned and confused. You moved to speak, but his hand found yours before you could, silencing you with a slight squeeze. Just tight enough to let you know he wasn’t finished. “Lucifer and the others mean well, but they’re… They fell for a reason. The more time you spend around them, the more you’re tempted to be like them. You would’ve become reckless, bloodthirsty, disobedient. They would’ve taken your soul and ruined it.” He forced himself to stop with a ragged inhale, a deep breath to remind himself not to let his explanation turn into a rant. As rigid and as disciplined as always, even in his moments of weakness. “You can be purified, but their intervention would make it near-impossible. If I let a demon get to you, if I let one touch you, the best I could hope for would be a cold reception. A warm welcome would’ve been out of the question.”

“Even then,” You said, tensing not but daring to pull away. “It’s not like I can stay with you. I’m not a demon or an angel, I’ll have to go home eventually.”

At that, every trace of his inhibition disappeared. “Not as you are,” He corrected, intertwining his fingers with yours in earnest, raising your hand and pushing a slow, easy kiss into the back of your wrist, just above your glinting cuff. If you were being hopeful, you’d call the gesture apologetic, but you weren’t nearly optimistic enough to assume he was remorseful. “Things can change, love. Humans are such beautiful creatures, gifted with the ability to ascend in exchange for their mortality. You’ll need a guiding hand, sure, but I’m patient. We have more than enough time to make the right arrangements.”

“And if I don’t want to be an angel?” It didn’t take a genius to guess what he had in mind, nor did it take any great amount of empathy to understand why you weren’t as pleased with his plans as he appeared to be. “That’s not what I… I’ll have to die, Simeon, won’t I? You’ll have to--”

Before you could finish, his lips were pressed against yours, stunning you into a frozen, paralyzed silence. It wasn’t an aggressive kiss, his touch tender and nothing short of loving as he cupped your cheek, urging you to come closer, nor did he stop you from pulling away when you finally remembered you could move. Rather, he only slipped down to your neck, his face soon buried in the dip of your shoulder. He hadn’t denied it, he hadn’t even tried, but you didn’t push him too.