Professional Peefer

probablythevaria:

Xanxus:

It silently drives him insane actually; he doesn’t wanna call because that’s needy, but he’s a man who gets what he wants and ignores the pain of missing them until they appear in the doorway and demands to know what drives their attention away from their bed and their passions.

Superbi Squalo:

The clever planner who always has a little something special up his sleeve. Squalo has flowers on the bed and petals to the doors. He wants them to know he misses them and makes every minute they’re gone lead up to something important when they’re back.

Leviathan:

His romance is obvious, and simple. He sends a lot of texts and messages to let them know he waits for them to come home. He sends love in heavy doses- begging for a long distance kiss and hug just to make him feel close to them at all times. He worries when they’re away, and thinks way too much into every empty night.

Lussuria:

They enjoy their alone time, but sometimes longing for the scent and company of the one they love is too much. Lussuria calls just to hear their voice, pacing the halls sleeplessly and intoxicated for more than just another drink. They start craving affection, pleading for their significant other to just come back home with lots of digital kisses.

Belphegor:

They belong to a man of whimsy and jealousy. He wants to trust them in his heart, but every minute is a week. Every second is an eternity he can’t stop counting when they’re too far away to cuddle him through his violent urges and desires. Bel starts wishing for their company discretely, playing it off cool because he doesn’t want another one gone.

Mammon:

Moodiness will take its toll after a while of being alone. They hate feeling this close to another, and it kills them,. They stay up too late expecting them. They wait in bed with the covers over their face as the person they love stands way too far away for Mammon to sleep until they see their face again. And it makes Mammon feel sick.

Fran:

It’s better to not pretend. His illusions remind him that the room is colder without them leaning on him. Life is boring without them to prank and joke with- an illusion just makes him feel lonelier and silent. Fran hates every second of it, wishing they’d come home. He complains audibly, often lying about like a lost puppy when he sits by the door just hoping they’d sweep in.