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beels-burger-babe · 1 year

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Changing Behaviours

***This is a prompt I've had in my drafts LITERALLY since I created this blog (aka a year and a half ago). I changed the angle to better suit my spooky month needs, and I am so so excited! I hope you all enjoy this as much as I do! As per usual with my darker stuff, PLEASE exercise self care before, during, and after reading this fic. KNOW YOUR LIMITS. READ THE TAGS. Please read safely. Love you -B***

Summary: Something has MC shaken to their very core. The brothers can see it, but they don't know how to help.

CW: Paranoia, Mentions of past abusive relationships, very brief implied suicide (of a background character), thoughts of murder,

Since your arrival to the Devildom you were a constant to the brothers.

You were a support system that they could rely on at any moment. You were a friend — family. You had introduced love and light back into their lives and showed them that they could be good.

Now, after two years of being down below, they had come to depend on the security that you offered in the warmth of kindness.

But all good things come to an end.

Upon later reflection, none of them could pinpoint the exact moment when you had begun changing. It had been subtle, fast, and all too easy for them to brush aside as their human having a bad day.

When establishing a timeline for the trial, Beelzebub would testify as the first of his brothers to notice something was off.

Two months before the incident, Beel had gone to the gym for his typical workout. But as soon as he entered the room, the steady sound of fists against a punching bag echoed through the otherwise empty, concrete chamber.

With a frown, he wandered closer to the noise when he spotted you. Your fists were bare and knuckles were bruised, sweat dripping down your face with gritted teeth as you pounded into the punching bag with a dazed, yet fearful, look in your eyes.

"MC?" Beel called out, concern pooling in his gut as he watched the skin stretched around your taut knuckles begin to split. "MC!"

An infuriated shout filled the air as you swung your leg around and kicked it harshly against the bag before stumbling away from it.

You leaned against your knees, panting heavily, as Beel looked at you with wide eyes.

"MC," he tried again as you wiped the back of your hand across your forehead, staining your skin with blood.

"Yeah?" You panted, wincing as you looked down at your trembling hands.

Beel pressed his lips into a thin line, watching as crimson began to drip down your fingers, and your legs threatened to give out beneath you.

He sighed and moved over to you, offering out his arm. "Come here," he mumbled softly. "You need to take proper care of yourself before you begin a workout like that. Wrap your fists. Stretch."

He led you over to a wooden bench sitting nearby and pulled a small bag out from his gym duffle bag. He quietly grabbed a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and looked at you warily. "Just um ... this might sting."

You hissed through your teeth as he poured the clear liquid over your poor hands. It was strange to see you standing so quietly as he bandaged your injuries. There was a stiffness to your shoulders and a furrow to your brow that he didn't quite understand, but he didn't like it.

"Is everything alright?" He forwardly asked. "I mean, I don't usually see you down here and ... you look upset."

You looked down at your hands, silently clenching and unclenching your newly-dressed fingers. "I'm alright," you muttered distantly. "Just needed to let off some steam."

It pained Beel as you continued fiddling with your fingers and avoiding his eyes, but he didn't push. He reached forward and squeezed your shoulder. "If you want to start working out with me, or get into your own routine, I can help you out if you'd like."

You paused before nodding your head. "That'd be nice," you smiled gently at him. "Thanks."

He grinned, letting his hand drop to his side as he began to put back his medical supplies. "No problem. What is it that you're wanting to work on, anyways?"

A glint of something so grimly intense and horrifically unfamiliar flickered through your eyes. "Kickboxing and weight training," you flashed him a strangely sharp grin and goosebumps formed on the back of his neck. "Have to be able to defend myself, you know?"

Beelzebub couldn't help but frown at the words. He took a step closer to you. "You ... You know that we'll protect you. Right? You're safe with us, MC."

Something in his words caused you to shudder as you glanced down at your hands. "But not all the time," you mumbled in reply. Before Beel had a chance to question you, you shook your head and began to leave the room. "I'll meet you back here tomorrow. See ya."

And that was that. Only it wasn't.

You were jumpier, more an edge than normal. If the brothers tried asking about it, you should brush them off and insist that you were fine.

Belphie wasn't so sure.

Only two days after the gym incident, Belphegor had begun to find you walking around the house late into the night. There didn't seem to be any specific intent or purpose to your midnight brigades — just senseless drifting from room to room.

The one night he hadn't found you walking around, he came across a different problem entirely.

Your shrill scream pierced the air, and Belphie ran faster than he had thought was possible.

He burst into the room, panting, to find you wrestling with your blankets, screams and shouts continuing to pour from your lips and your eyes squeezed tightly shut.

Belphie cursed under his breath and rushed over to you. "MC! MC! Calm down. You're having a nightmare," he grabbed onto your shoulder, but quickly reeled back as your screams and thrashing only grew. "Shit," he breathed as panic flooded his heart. He felt sweat line his palms as he gently placed a hand over his pact mark on the back of his neck and felt it grow warm. The demon squeezed his eyes shut, channeling his energies of sloth through the symbol. "MC. Wake up"

Your eyes snapped open as a terrified gasp was ripped from your lungs and shot out of your bed. "Stop it!" You shouted in sleep-riddled-hysteria before you finally began to recognize your surroundings.

Your shoulders hunched as you curled in on yourself and ran a hand through your hair.

Belphegor swallowed thickly before ever-so-slowly approaching you. "MC are you-"

"Get out," you choked.

Belphie's heart clenched in his chest. "W-What?"

"Just-" a sob slipped from you as your grip tightened on your hair. "I need to be alone. Please. Just get out!"

The demon shakily nodded, beginning to take steps backward toward the door. "If ... If that's what you wish. I'll be in my room if you want to talk."

You responded with a barely noticeable nod.

Belphegor waited outside your room for several minutes. He had expected to hear cries, or whimpers, or even screams.

But all he got was silence.

A week of more sleepless nights and forcing Belphegor out of your room later, you had confronted Mammon.

The white-haired demon stood in the corner of your room with a deep frown as you began drilling a strange contraption to your window. "And what exactly is this meant to do again?"

"It'll make sure that no one can sneak in through the window," you mumbled, fiddling with the device a little more. "Not only will it lock it, but it's also sounded with an alarm that will go off if anyone manages to break the lock."

Mammon pursed his lips in thought. "But you're on the third floor?"

You scoffed, as though his argument was completely invalid. "As a demon with wings, you should know it's not impossible for someone to get up here," you stuck your head out the window and glanced down. "Even then, there's ivy all up this wall. ... Hey, can I have your help removing that after we finish this?"

Mammon narrowed his eyes in suspicion as he felt his heart sink at the slight tremble in your voice. "Oi. What's all this about? Is someone threatenin' ya or somethin'? Do I need to give someone a beat down?"

"NO!" Mammon flinched back as you practically screamed in his face. You both stared at each other for a moment with wide, frightened eyes.

You winced as you quickly took a step back. "I-I mean no. I'm just-" you groaned and glanced back over at the device. "It's nothing. I can do this on my own. You can go back to what ever you were doing."

Mammon clicked his tongue and stubbornly sat down on your bed. "Like hell I am! You've been actin' all weird lately and you've got circles under your eyes darker than Lucifer's! What's wrong?"

You glared at the demon before silently turning back and continuing to fiddle with the device. After a single minute of silence, Mammon let out a loud groan. "Come oooooon! You can't just give me the silent treatment and expect me to drop this!"

He didn't get an answer in response.

With a heavy sigh he finally got back to his feet. "You don't want to talk? Fine. But this isn't done. We will be talking about this later."

That conversation never did happen, and after everything that went down, Mammon regretted that more than anything else.

With all the things that had been happening at that time, it was a shock to everyone when you eventually approached Leviathan and asked if he wanted to go to an arcade.

The question shocked and flustered the demon (mostly because it sounded an AWFUL lot like a date, and he wasn't sure if he should dress up or just go normally) but he agreed none the less.

It's how he found himself standing slightly behind you with his jaw dropped as you took out zombie after zombie with a plastic arcade rifle and a cold, ruthless glaze to your eyes.

"Fucking hell," Leviathan swore as your name appeared at the top of the scoring chart. "How the hell are you this good at shooter games?!"

You flushed as you glanced down at the toy gun in your hands. "I don't know. Just ... did it."

Leviathan laughed as a slew of tickets came pouring out of the machine. "Well you're a freaking natural! Damn MC! You could seriously take someone out with that aim!"

You tensed at the comment, your eyes freezing on him with an intensity he had only ever seen in the ghosts haunting the Devildom. "You really think so?"

He chuckled and slipped a couple more coins into the machine. "Don't take my word for it. Go again."

And you did. Again, and again, and again. With each round your gaze grew less cold and more determined. Each round your score only grew more and more.

Eventually, Leviathan dragged you away from it (and no, it was not because he was jealous of the stupid game getting all your attention) to play something more multiplayer like Dance Dance Ruri Tunes, but you weren't there. Not mentally anyways.

Your mind was somewhere else along with the delighted grin on your face.

Satan recognized exactly what expression Leviathan was talking about when he described it in court.

Levi had used the word "distant," but Satan preferred the word "crazed."

It was one that he was no stranger to. He had seen it a number of times on himself whenever his brothers got shots of him setting up his pranks against Lucifer.

He had never expected to see it on you. Especially not when you were simply reading in the library.

He personally had gone in to do some reading on insomnia remedies for humans to help you with the nighttime issues that Belphegor said you'd been having, when he spotted you.

You were sitting at the table, smiling to yourself as you drank a cup of tea, scribbled down some notes, and read from your book.

In normal circumstances, there would be nothing wrong with the situation. If anything, Satan would've encouraged it and joined you to bask silently in each other's company.

But you were reading Demon Abilities and Weaknesses.

A book that he knew was not on your RAD curriculum. A book that he never expected you to have an interest in.

He tilted his head as he stalked over and quietly sat down beside you. You spared him a glance and nodded at him, before continuing your studies.

"Curious book?" He questioned gesturing to the text. You hummed thoughtfully. "Any particular reason for reading it?"

You scribbled down a couple more things before looking at him. "Like you said. It's a curious book," you leaned forward. "Did you know that despite what common human lore says, Holy water doesn't actually kill a demon? It just temporarily paralyzes it," you chuckled and shook your head as you looked fondly back down at the book in your hands. "It's fascinating what humans have gotten so so wrong about you guys."

Satan nodded in agreement and leaned forward onto his elbows. "Yes. Humans have remarkable imaginations and quite an interest in wrongly interpreting us."

You hummed in thought as you starred at the book in front of you. "Do people ever end up here by accident?"

Satan blinked at the question, his mind momentarily stalled by its suddenness. "Diavolo tries to avoid it, but I imagine it does happen from time to time."

"What about those who are purposefully brought here? The ones who were t-terrible awful people in their real lives?"

Your heavy stare was now fixed directly onto him and was unwavering. Satan felt chills run down his spine at the sheer desperation in your voice.

He would later testify that, in this moment, he wrongly thought he had figured out what had been bothering you.

"You aren't damned, MC," tears lined your eyes at his answer as he placed a hand over your trembling grasp. "When your time comes, I think you'll be one of the unique few who get a choice on where you go. Regardless, you'll be okay. We'll make sure of it."

You silently shook your head, and Satan took it as a sign to pull you into his arms and hold you. For the first time in a month, you broke down and began sobbing. The demon said nothing as your ugly, loud cries shook your frame and your tears soaked through his jacket. He just held you, allowed you to embrace your vulnerability.

Eventually you sniffled, and pulled away looking at the book once more. "Satan," you mumbled hoarsly. "There are bad people down here."

He chuckled and ruffled your hair. "Yes. It is Hell. But those insufferable twits are meant for nothing more than be slaughtered and put in their place over and over again. Rest assured that you aren't one of them. You're safe here."

Your lips pulled into a thin line as you scooped up the book and put it in your bag. "Thanks Satan. You've given me a lot to think about," you didn't say another word before taking your leave, leaving the demon alone and concerned.

Asmodeus had heard about your meeting with Satan from the demon himself and knew that he just had to do something to cheer you up. Clearly, the best way to do that was a shopping.

Still, he was surprised when you agreed so easily.

The strawberry blond happily thumbed through a clothing rack beside you. "See?" He chirped excitedly. "Isn't this just what the doctor ordered? A nice relaxing day out with your favourite and handsomest of pact holders!"

You made a small noise of agreement as you pulled a black turtleneck from the rack and stretched the fabric a little.

Asmo cooed as he perched himself onto your shoulder. "Oh! Very chic. It'll be good for layering in these dreadful temperatures," he warily watched as you added the shirt to your growing pile of black fabric. "Though, might I recommend a little more colour, darling? You'd look radiant in a deep magenta."

You snorted and poked his cheek. "You're just saying that because pink is your designated colour."

The demon giggled and kissed your cheek in return. "So what if I am? It's hardly my fault that I have the best colour of all."

You shook your head in amusement. "Well thank you for the recommendation, but I'm aiming for a different look."

He picked up the black cargo pants you had deposited into your basket. "Ah. Is this an upcoming emo or punk phase? I suppose it makes sense."

You raised an eyebrow at the demon. "What do you mean?"

Asmodeus carefully threaded his next words together at the edge in your tone. "I just mean you seem to be doing a lot of reflection lately. Which isn't always bad, but ... You've been really quiet and distant. I miss being able to go out and just chit chat like old times with you."

You went silent as you fiddled with a pair of gloves you'd found. "I ... I've had some bad memories resurface lately. It's affecting me more than I thought. But don't worry," you smiled softly at the demon, oblivious of the nervous glint in your eyes, "I'm taking care of it."

The demon hummed and nuzzled against you. "So long as you're happy. I miss that wonderful smile of yours," he finally unlatched himself from you as he dragged you toward the cash register. "Now come on. I want to pamper you with some proper skin care products. You seem like you could use it."

You chuckled, squeezing lightly onto the demon's hand. "Okay, okay. But only if we can stop at the general store. I need to pick up a few things."

During all of this, Lucifer was taking notes.

Every interaction reported to him, every oddity that he noticed, he wrote it all down. He didn't know then just how helpful his notes would be — he only knew that something was wrong with you and he was determined to figure out what.

The night before the incident, his concern reached a climax.

He just returned from a tediously long meeting at Diavolo's castle and went to his office to complete his notes and paperwork regarding said meeting.

But when he got there, he wasn't alone.

You hadn't heard him enter. You couldn't have — Not with the way you were muttering to yourself as you dug through the chest behind his desk.

He cleared his throat, crossing his arms over his heavily beathing heart.

Your yelp echoed through the office as you whipped around.

"I don't believe this is your room, nor do I think you can find your bed in my private belongings.

You gulped and nodded. "Right. Yes. S-Sorry. I-I'll go."

He sighed as you tried to scurry past him and planted a heavy hand on your shoulder. Conflicting guilt coursed through him as you scrambled back from his touch. "MC. Sit down," he instructed.

He glided across the room, taking his place behind his desk, but you remained frozen. "I-I'd prefer to stand, th-thank you."

Lucifer's headache pulsed as he narrowed his eyes at you. "I've been informed that you've displayed some worrisome habits. You haven't been sleeping. You've been overworking yourself to the point of injury at the gym. You're questioning your place and security in the Devildom," your eyes darted to your hands as he called you out. "Why?"

You were tense, practically a rock with how rigid and stiff you were. But, both he and you knew that you would not be leaving without an answer.

"I can't tell you," you reluctantly replied.

"Can't or won't?" he countered.

You shook your head as your arms moved to wrap around yourself. "A mix of both, I-I guess."

Lucifer nodded and wished, not for the first time, that he possessed the ability to read your mind. "Asmodeus mentioned you've had some harmful memories resurface lately. Does that have something to do with it?"

"It has everything to do with it," you choked as your fingers dug into your flesh. Lucifer allowed himself to hope that maybe you would finally reveal the truth that he'd been chasing. "I thought it was over. It should have been over. I survived. I didn't have to be afraid anymore. But I was wrong. It'll never end."

Lucifer's heart clenched. He longed to comfort you, to hold you and personally reassure your safety, but he needed to remain firm. It would do him no good to soften his resolve just to lose grip on the cause of all of this.

"What will never end? What has you so afraid?"

You squeezed your eyes shut as you shook your head. "I c-can't. I can't tell you. Please."

He hated how weak towards your pleas he had become. "Fine," he relented. "Then why were you here? What were you trying to take that you felt you couldn't ask for?"

Your eyes shifted to the chest behind him. "I ..." your jaw clenched and unclenched with unspoken confessions.

"You're not in trouble. I'm not angry. I'm confused. What were you looking for?"

You swallowed thickly as your eyes darted everywhere but at the demon in front of you. "The Morning Star Blade."

His eyes widened and lips parted as he felt time halt. "MC," he breathed. "Do you know the properties of that weapon?"

"I do," you whispered surely.

"Then you know how dangerous it is. It has the capabilities of permanently erasing the existence of any creature it is embedded into."

"I know," you whimpered this time as tears lined your eyes. "I-I just. ... I need it. I'm so so scared, but with that blade nothing could harm me and-"

Lucifer didn't let you say another word before he wrapped you in his embrace. For once, he felt himself tremble with vulnerability as he held you tightly against himself. "I don't know what it is that has made you so distressed you would act so extremely, but I assure you there's no need. You're not alone, MC. My brothers and I will protect you and defend you until our dying breath. You have our seals on your skin to prove it," he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head before pulling away. He walked back over to his desk and pulled a small white bottle from the top drawer. "This is Holy Water. Blessed by Simeon himself. If you know about the dagger, I imagine you know what this can do," he held the bottle out to you. "Take it. Let provide to you the remaining comfort that I cannot provide."

You stared at the water as though it held the key to all your problems. With shaking hands, you grabbed it and carefully brought it to your chest. "Thank you," you breathed.

Lucifer nodded. "You're welcome. Come. We'll get you some tea to help calm you before you go to bed."

And that had been it. Lucifer was convinced the issue was resolved and that in a few days time you would come to them, newly rested, and explain everything.

He had been so very wrong.

The following day, at 3 a.m. the brothers had all been suddenly pulled from their sleep and summoned to a place none of them had recognized in the freezing pouring rain.

"Fuck!" Mammon shouted as he bellyflopped onto the ground. "For fuck's sake! What the hell is goin'-" he froze as his eyes fell to the figure standing in the darkness. "MC?"

There you stood, drenched, clothed in the black wardrobe you had bought with Asmodeus. A bottle of Holy Water was clenched tightly in one hand as a dagger quivered in the other. Your bottom lip trembled as horror and uncertainty battled in your eyes.

Those very same eyes fixed onto the brothers as you held out the weapons. "Take them. Quick. J-Just get them away from me."

Lucifer frowned deeply at the sight of the familiar bottle. "MC. What is this abou-"

"JUST TAKE THEM!" You screamed as sobs threatened to break through your voice. "Before I- ... He's down here and I was going to-"

Belphegor moved first, snatching the weapons from you just as you collapsed onto the ground.

Asmodeus quickly scooped you off of the cold wet earth. You were speaking words, but they were too jumbled and distraught for any of them to understand.

Beel quickly ripped off the sweater he hand been sleeping in and wrapped you in it. "It's alright MC," he soothed. "You're safe. No one's going to hurt you."

"It's not me being hurt I'm worried about," you cried. "It's me hurting him! Don't you get it?! I was going to kill him!"

A jolt ran through the brothers at the sheer idea of you even considering murder. Asmodeus held you tighter to his chest.

The dots began to connect in Satan's head, but he still had too may questions. "Kill who?" he pressed softly.

"M-My ex," you choked as you gripped desperately onto Asmodeus's silk pajamas. "I saw him. He's down here. He was j-j-just walking around when we went to the museum t-two months ago. As though n-nothing ever happened a-and I couldn't-" tears poured heavily down your cheeks. "I couldn't stand it. I-I'm not safe. Not with him here. Wh-What if he knows I'm with you and- and- and-"

Asmodeus gently soothed you before you could throw yourself further into your hysteria.

Belphegor felt a familiar coldness drip down his spine as he looked down at the dagger in his hand. "And this ex ... He hurt you?"

You shivered as you nodded. "He ... It was just verbal at first. Insults. Names. Jealousy. B-But then he started to lash out. One night, he went too far. The p-paramedics said I should've been dead. He must have thought so too, cause they found his dead body beside my unconscious one."

"Gods and Devils," Leviathan breathed. "No wonder he ended up down here. He fucking deserves it and worse!"

Your lip trembled as Asmodeus carefully took your clenching hands into his own and gently caressed them. "I didn't feel safe knowing he was here, that he could come find me any moment. A-And the only solution I could think of was- was to-"

"-Was to take his life before he could take yours," Lucifer finished.

"Shit," Mammon swore, moving over to Asmodeus's side. "Is this what you've been stressing out about lately?"

You took in a shaky breath as you nodded. "I was so torn. I didn't want to drop to his level. I didn't want to be evil like him. B-But I-I didn't know what else I could do!"

"I'll tell you what we're going to do," Satan spoke through gritted teeth. "We are going to bring the issue to Diavolo. Demons like him are supposed to be in a certain place in the Devildom. Sentenced to eternal punishment. Not flaunting about."

Lucifer hummed in agreement. "We'll take him to trial, and make sure he never tastes freedom again."

You couldn't help but cry at the words. A trial. Justice. Something you had never been given in human world.

The brothers said nothing. They merely gathered around and held you, whispering reassurances and promises.

They kept you under close watch for a while, never leaving you alone or allowing you to fester in your dark memories for too long. When the trial came, they stood by your said for every second of it and defended your name with all the ire of Hell.

You watched as the being who ruined your life was found guilty. You watched as he was dragged down to the pits of the Devildom.

You cried, and mourned, and grieved.

But you didn't do it alone.

*** OOF that was a big one. Thank you all so much for reading this. Happy Spooky Month, and remember to take care of yourselves. I love you all so much and thank you for the never ending support you all give me. Cheers -B***

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diavolosbaby · 2 years

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Sure!

Kpop MC getting shipped with Diavolo by their fans

-----------------------------------------------Cheers could be heard as you walked up on stage. You were waving and blowing kisses to your shrieking fans. As you sat down, you prepared to answer all the questions they had for you. This was a q&a after all.

One after another you answered flawlessly, like a perfect kpop idol should. Responses that would make your fans crave more, make them love you more, you know, keep your reputation.

One particular question threw you off guard, though.

“Are you and Lord Diavolo dating?”

You pause for a moment before shielding your eyes. That was what you were taught to do when a question regarding your love life came up, to be cutesy and innocent. But this was no act, it was real. You were embarrassed as you thought more on how to answer the question.

Excited shrieks could be heard when you finally answered.

“That would be nice wouldn’t it! But no we are not. Not yet anyway!”

The crowd went feral. The idea of their beloved idol getting into a relationship with the future king of hell? It was exciting!

Something happened you didn’t expect, though. Diavolo walked on stage. This was planned.

As he came over to you and hugged you and even placed a kiss on your head, you felt as if you were going to faint. The fans chanted a mix of you and Diavolo’s name. They were loving this.

You were frozen in time, all you could do was smile and laugh and nod your head. Another fan asked Diavolo a question when he sat down and got situated, it seemed as though your manager had gone behind your back with this one.

“What do you think about MC?”

“Well, I love them with the entirety of my heart. Just as much as I love my kingdom. Whether that love is romantic or not is a mystery to you all! Keep guessing!”

Again, the shrieks of excitement got louder and louder. At that response you couldn’t help but lock eyes with Diavolo and smile.

Your manager motioned for you from the sidelines, you said your goodbyes and gave all of your fans a farewell.

“Perfect. That was perfect MC! Fans will soak this up!”

You smiled and nodded, feeling a bit lightheaded. Diavolo was behind you and he seemed to be having a grand time.

You knew he watched all of your performances through a Live feed. You appreciated him for it. You thought it was cute. But appearing at one of your performances? Let alone on stage with you?

He leaned in close and asked if people truly thought you two were dating.

You were kind of scared of his thoughts on this. What if he didn’t like the thought of that? Or are those kinds of rumors bad for his reputation? Oh god. You only thought about you instead of how Diavolo would be affected by this.

“Oh Diavolo I’m so sorry I should have thought more about my response. Rumors of the future king and some kpop idol being together can’t be good for politics..”

Diavolo let out a hearty laugh while crossing his arms. He truly thought it was hilarious how you were taking this so serious.

“I love the idea!”

You were puzzled and he could tell.

“I mean, how exciting is that! Us being together! And the way you made it sound like you were interested in me! Well now I have to play the game too! Oh oh I'll have to make it believable! This will be a ball!”

You couldn’t help but smile. He was sweet.

“I have something that will really get them talking! Let’s match! Follow me, I must have something for you!”

“There are already edits being made! I’ve saved every one I can find! Isn’t this amazing MC? Oh, another ship account has followed me!” You could hear his exclamations of excitement fading away the farther he got. Wanting to get to his castle so he could give you his jacket or something.

He was so silly. Silly enough to not be able to tell that you weren’t putting on an act for your reputation. Silly enough to not realize your feelings for him.

I hope you enjoyed this @imsleepybibi , sorry it took so long!

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smoft-demons · 2 months

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MC falls asleep on him

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Lucifer:

‘…?!’ Is what Lucifer is thinking as your head drops onto his shoulder.

You had cajoled him into doing some of his constant paperwork in a bigger chair for a change. So there’s room for you to sit next to him! You’re not even demanding his attention, or the spare time that he doesn’t have, you’re being very considerate, you just wanted sit next to him, that’s all, you had promised!

Lucifer caved, because he is very soft for his human—even though he’s loathe to look like it. You were in fact being considerate… so he had brought a stack of relatively low-importance papers out of his office, into the living room.

You were sitting on a couch together, him with his stack of administrative papers and you with a homework assignment. You finished yours quickly, so you ended up playing a game on your DDD as you lean against him.

He checks on you periodically out of the corner of his eye. He’s relaxed though—as relaxed as Lucifer gets. This is peaceful. Meditative, almost. He’s happy. All his brothers are elsewhere, his tasks are not too overwhelming, he gets to have a nice, calming afternoon sitting in companionable silence with his favourite housemate…

A sudden weight falling on him jolts him out of his trance. Your cheekbone thunks against his shoulder. He blinks. Processing.

In quick succession, his brain goes like ‘..?!’ then ‘it is mid-afternoon why are you sleeping’ and ‘have we been overworking our human?’ and ‘aww. MC really does trust me that much.’

He adjusts the way you’re situated so you’re more comfortable as he finishes up the last of his work. When he’s done, he takes a moment to just observe. To appreciate your trust in him. Also, to congratulate himself again for his part in the creation of the exchange program, because it brought you into his life.

(He tries to ignore the stubborn twinge of nostalgic heartache he feels as well. You’re reminding him so much of Belphie, from back when his relationship with him was good. He’d never admit it, but he misses having his babiest brother fall asleep on him like this.)

Lucifer gathers up his papers, then picks you up, being careful not to jostle you too much. Let no one ever say he doesn’t take good care of his human. He carries you to your room to put you to bed. Clearly you need the extra sleep. Or… well, he tries to. You’re holding onto him pretty insistently.

He expects himself to feel irritated, but… no. He can’t help but feel a little smug, actually. It’s cute, you’re cute, you don’t seem to want him to leave you. So… fine. He’ll oblige. For a short break.

(An hour or two later, you’ll wake up to the smells and sounds of dinner being prepared. You’re… not under your blanket? No, you’re covered by Lucifer’s ridiculously long coat. It’s warm, soft. It smells like him. In this moment, it’s impossible to miss how loved you are.)

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Mammon:

The first time this happened (in your room, watching movies without any of his brothers for once), Mammon was stunned. He had frozen up, stuttered some nonsense to no one in particular, then quickly slapped his free hand over his mouth as he realized he would wake you if he didn’t immediately chill out.

Now though? You’ve been in his life for a while. He’s your oldest friend here. Those movie nights had become a habit, even though it remained rare to have one with no one else joining in. So this has happened a lot, and he’s gotten used to it. He doesn’t react so outwardly anymore, not unless one of his brothers show up to make fun of him.

If they try it, Mammon is rather aggressive about shushing them. At first, because he hated to be so obvious about how much he cares about you, but now that he’s a bit more used to it, it’s because he doesn’t want them to disturb you. He feels like he’s protecting you by keeping his brothers from waking you up. Sometimes, he’s the one who wakes you up by telling them to shut up just a bit too loudly, or silently gesturing for them to be quiet or go away a little too enthusiastically.

His brothers roast him even more for that. Poor thing.

Time and time again, you pass out on his shoulder. During a movie, mid relaxed hangouts with various groups of the brothers, in the rare times when hanging out solo with Mammon is a relaxing low-energy affair, while studying, during the lunch break at school, even in class sometimes. His heart warms, and he can’t help but smile at the familiar feel of you conked out on his shoulder again. He doesn’t even mind if you snore.

Mammon is usually such a loud, high energy person. Neither you nor him finds anything wrong with that of course, it’s one of many lovable things about him. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t like being able to just chill with you sometimes though. It’s nice.

Eventually, he gets familiar enough with this that he’s willing to move you around to get more comfortable. With time, he learns exactly what ways he can move you without disturbing you. So most of the time when you fall asleep on him, you wake up in some other position. Sitting in his lap, lying down with a sleeping Mammon wrapped around you, being carried to another room, propped up against his side in your next class, being hugged like a teddy bear in his room, etc etc.

He never questions why you’re tired. He just lets you pass out on him. He wants you to be in the best possible condition, and he will happily take all the time with you he can get. He takes this to mean that you also want all the time with him that you can get, that you would rather stay with him than go to bed when you’re tired because you would rather not be separated from him. Just like how he feels about you. Why else would he be in your room as often as he is?

You trusting him enough to sleep on him all the time makes him feel like he’s being a good guardian demon, like he’s as precious to you as you are to him.

He’s a fan of all the free cuddles he gets out of this, too.

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Levi:

You’re in Levi’s room with him, set up very comfortably as you’re marathoning an anime together. You’ve been at it for hours though, you’re already a bit sleep deprived, and you’ve seen this one a few times already. You can’t stop yourself from nodding off. Your head drops onto his shoulder.

Levi freaks out.

“afgshrjdxssh—WH-!” He flails. You immediately snap awake again. “You—uhh-!” He shoves you away in a panic, then immediately changes his mind, pulling you back in, then freezes for a moment before letting go of you to flap his hands frantically. “Nonono stay—wait no, you don’t want to—I mean, you don’t have to—I mean, get o—uhh! Um! I mean! S-stay if you want, but I don’t care if you don’t want to—!”

You blink slowly at him a couple times. Trying to parse his contradictory sputtering. You’re tired, you’re not working at full brain power. You figure he means something along the lines of: ‘ooo I’m Levi, I have bad self esteem and I can’t believe you want to touch me, but I want you to, but I can’t say that because I cope with feeling unlovable by acting all tsundere because that way I feel less pathetic, love you though!’

You know. Standard Levi stuff. You love him so much—and you’d be very happy if he started therapy.

For now though, you just grab his arm and pull him closer to you again. You bury your face in his shoulder. This time, it’s unmistakably a deliberate move. Wordlessly telling him that you do in fact love him enough to want to touch him.

It’s like his body just took a screenshot! He keysmashes out loud.

Slowly, he calms down. He puts one hesitant arm around you. You don’t move. He can’t tell if you’re already asleep again or just pretending to be, but either way you seem to be comfortable.

Soon enough, he finds himself smiling like an absolute dork. This… is actually very effective reassurance. He feels all warm and fuzzy and loved. He likes holding you.

It’s reminding him of TSL fluff fics he’s read where absolutely nothing happens except Henry and the Lord of Shadows cuddle. A way for him to experience affection vicariously through a character he relates to and a character he loves, when he really wants hugs himself but can’t have any.

He squeezes you softly as his heart warms. He squishes his cheek against the side of your head.

“I love my Henry..!” Levi mumbles to himself, under his breath. He has no way of knowing if you heard that, which is why he said it out loud. It’ll be a while until he gets the nerve to say it when he knows you can hear.

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Satan:

He is HONOURED, he is OVERJOYED, he is MELTING, he is… very carefully remaining perfectly chill.

It’s the same type of happiness as when a cat decides to sit on you out of nowhere. He’s been chosen!

He is SO happy you trust him so much!

He had been reading, as usual. You had been sitting next to him, as usual. You had gotten tired, and without a moment of hesitation you had buried your face in his shoulder and fallen asleep.

He carefully contains all the joy this gives him, so he doesn’t disturb you. He wraps an arm around you, plants a soft kiss on your head, and goes right back to reading.

If you sleep fitfully, he’ll stroke your hair to soothe you.

When you wake up, he’ll ask if you had a nice nap. He won’t make any moves to make you get off him. If you choose to anyway, he won’t react outwardly, because he doesn’t want to discourage you falling asleep on him again. He wants this to happen lots more! So he’ll just smile at you and go back to his book.

But if you don’t choose to leave, he’ll shift you entirely into his lap to make you both more comfortable. He can hug you properly like this. If he’s sure you’ll be comfortable with it, he’ll kiss your forehead before going back to his book. He’s very happy to keep you there.

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Asmo:

Predictably, Asmo’s gonna take ALL the pictures of this!

A few in which he doesn’t look at the camera, as if they were candid shots. Some where he’s posing cutely, a couple where he’s kissing your head, a bunch of various angles of your sleeping face. What can he say, he thinks the way your cheek squishes against his collarbone is just precious.

A bit less predictably, he posts none on devilgram. No, these are just for him.

…maybe the best ones are for the group chat. He’s gotta show off his cute human to someone, it may as well be to his brothers. They’ll appreciate you properly. He’ll share after you’ve woken up, though. He doesn’t want anyone barging in to disturb you.

He’ll share the pictures with you as well if you ask, of course! What he will NOT do, however, is risk you deleting them! He’ll back them up first. He’ll store them in a hidden album if you’re shy about them, but he’s not deleting them!

Well, unless you’re genuinely uncomfortable. Then, okay fine. But please let him keep at least one? You’re so cute!

He’ll be more affectionate over the following days. Trying to be next to you all the time, inviting you to his room at every opportunity, pulling you to sit next to him. All because he hopes you’ll fall asleep on him again. Or just lean on him like that, and let him cuddle you. Please, he’d be SO happy!

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Beel:

Beel is so used to this behaviour. Belphie falls asleep on him all the time. He’d be the most chill about it.

As if it’s routine, he’ll secure you in your position with his arm, so you can’t fall and get hurt. He’ll rub your back and hum softly to you to help you relax if you don’t seem to be sleeping well. Beel is warm and soft and big and comfy, like the giant teddy bear he is at heart. He’s considerate and gentle. He’s always really sweet to you, and that doesn’t change one bit even when you’re unconscious.

When he inevitably gets too hungry to stay where he is, he’ll just take you to the kitchen with him. It’s no problem, he does this with Belphie all the time. It doesn’t matter how much you weigh, Beel can carry you easily. He thinks nothing of it.

He can cook one handed too if he needs to. He’s got practice—also because of Belphie. He’s chilling, he’s comfortable, there’s nothing unusual about this at all to him.

If the kitchen noises wake you up, he’ll apologize and share his food with you. He’ll tell you outright that he’s happy to let you use him as a pillow whenever you want.

(Also, he makes a mental note to drop you off with Belphie instead of bringing you along to the kitchen and risking waking you up again next time)

If it doesn’t wake you up, no problem! That’s what he expected. He just carries you around as he does what he needs to do around the house. He’ll put you to bed properly if he needs to go outside of course, but otherwise he’s bringing you with him.

When you wake up, he’ll put you down if you somehow indicate that’s what you want. If you don’t though, he just… won’t. He likes holding you. He’d do it so often if he thought you’d like him to.

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Belphie:

…Welp. The table has turned, hasn’t it.

People don’t fall asleep on Belphie while he’s awake too often! He’s not usually conscious to experience this! He likes it though. He thinks you’re being so cute.

9 times out of 10, Belphie will take this as his cue to cuddle up to you and join you in sleep. He can always be tempted into a nap. He’d make sure this the comfiest, nicest, most restful nap you’ve ever taken. He’d make sure you feel so safe and loved. You will NOT be disturbed on his watch.

On the rare tenth time, when Belphie isn’t tired, he might whine about being trapped. When one of his brothers points out that he can move you very easily, he glares at them. He maintains that it’s illegal to move when you’ve been chosen as someone’s pillow. When it’s pointed out that he’s perfectly capable of waking you if he really wants to get up, he looks affronted. He would NOT do that, he says. Do they think he’s completely heartless, he asks.

Well. He wouldn’t do that unless he’s feeling particularly bratty. He’d totally do it to any of his brothers… but he’s soft with you. He loves you. Be so for real, do you think he’d really ever pass up an opportunity to cuddle you? No way. He can go shopping later.

He won’t tell you that though. He’ll bitch about it to your face, complaining until you agree to go shopping with him next time, all the while refusing to let go of you.

He already was not hesitating to fall asleep on you, but he somehow gets more shameless and constant about it. Since you’re doing it too, it’s your thing now. You’d be a hypocrite to complain now.

Yeah, he couldn’t be happier about this. Please sleep on him all the time. Enable him even more! He’ll make sure you won’t regret it.

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mammonsrockstargf · 18 days

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"Is it true that you had 700 wives?"

Solomon looks up from his book, to where you're laying on his bed, homework in hand. He'd convinced you to take the class "Rhetoric 101: How to win any argument with an angel using biblical quotes" because he'd figured it'd be fun to watch you try to spark up an argument with Simeon. It was a nice perk that you could study together. It hadn't even occurred to him that he might get mentioned in the coursework.

You read over the pages, eyes brimming with amusement. "What could you possibly need 700 wives for?" you ask and he shrugs. "Mostly politics and gaining land," he says but you don't seem entirely convinced. "Might I remind you that this was happening during a period of 80 years?" he says but you just raise your brows at him. "That's still like 9 wives per year, though. How on earth did you have time for that?" you're laughing now, really laughing and Solomon has to fight a smile.

"What, they'd get like a month and a half each before you were on to the next one," you say, wiping the tears on your cheek. "Actually, I never even met most of them," he says, hoping to help his cause, but it only causes you to laugh even harder. Solomon huffs and pretends to read his book again, letting your laughter subside, but once you read the next line of your homework you're laughing again.

"You had 300 concubines? How is that even possible?" you cackle and Solomon rolls his eyes. "That was a rumour. I did not have that many," he says but you're far gone, clutching your belly as you gasp for air. "I'll have you know that having a pact with the Avatar of Lust gives you a very high libido-" he begins.

"Oh, trust me, I know," you wheeze.

He's on you in a second, pushing you down on the bed, a hand on each side of your head. You giggle, when he presses kisses to your face, any surface he can reach, your cheeks, your forehead, your nose.

"Stop" kiss "teasing" kiss "me!" kiss, he whines, but you've only just begun. "Oh, I'm sorry, my lord, it's just I haven't seen you in three years, you've been so busy with all your wives-" Solomon shuts you up with a kiss on the lips and you bury your hands in his hair, leaning into it. He lays down on top of you, using your chest as a pillow, refusing to move an inch. "Sol, you're crushing me," you complain and he grumbles. He presses a kiss to your collarbone and grabs your homework, throwing it into a corner of his room, before getting comfortable again, this time crushing you a little less. You run your fingers through his hair, humming softly.

You both know that it doesn't actually matter how many wives or concubines or past lovers he's had. Sometimes Solomon thinks that it's all just been a build-up, that none of it actually mattered. His real life didn't begin until he met you and he's completely fine with that.

"Sooo, did you have a favourite? Or perhaps 30 favourites?"

"Oh, shut up."

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my-names-angel-but-im-not-one · 1 month

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MC meets their male version!

Story list

MC: hey are you-

M!MC: hungry? Yes.

Beel: ...you two can have my chips. *Pass them chips*

M!MC: thank you beelie!

Beel: *sparkly eyes at male MC*

M!MC: wow you have good tiddies in male form too!!

Beel: ...

MC:

MC: hey....what do you mean by...male form??

M!MC: oh well they are female in my universe. *Munchs on

chips*

MC:

MC: all of them?

M!MC: mhm

MC:

MC: *eyes starts to twinkle*

MC: ......ehuehueheueheu

M!MC: I can basically hear your thoughts you know.

MC: ..boobs,boobs everywhere....

Lucifer: I am not feeling good about this....

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astaroth1357 · 2 months

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Misunderstandings:

*Mammon and Asmo want to go out to The Fall and they decide to bring MC and Satan along with. The festivities seem to be going well at first, until Asmo spies MC sitting at the bar, patting the back of a slumped over Satan. Confused, he goes to investigate*

Asmo: Uhm MC, hun? Is everything alright...?

*Satan appears to be crying with his cheek against the bar and MC looks... completely done with this situation*

MC: No. Satan's upset.

Asmo: What?? Why, what happened?!

MC: *groans a bit, rubbing their temples* A demon came by and asked for my number, but I told him that I have a boyfriend...

Asmo: *blinks* Eh-?

Satan: *sniffles pathetically* I-I never even-*hic*-hadda chance...

Asmo: *purses his lips HARD to stiffle some laughter* O-oh, I see. But aren't you two...?

MC: Yes. He won't hear it!

Satan: *finally raises his head up dramatically* W-ell who iz it, then?? Who'z the dirtbag you're dating!?

MC: *looks so over his shit* Oh, he's really handsome, actually! Let me show you a picture!

*they pull out their phone and start tapping at it while Satan leans in to try and see what they’re doing. After a few seconds, they turn their phone to face him and show... their camera on the selfie lens, now pointed directly at him*

MC: It's you, dumbass! We've been dating for over a year!!

*Satan stares back at himself in their camera screen dumbly, before snatching it out of their hand and glaring down at his image with the heat of a thousand Hells*

Satan: Oi! Lizten 'ere scumbag!! H-hey! *hic* I'm talkin' right now!! STOP INTERRUPTIN' ME!!!

*Asmo starts laughing his ass off now, pulling out his own phone to start recording the debacle while MC hides their in embarrassment*

MC: We are never going drinking again...

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misc-obeyme · 5 months

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Some random demons are talking shit about MC at RAD. They're unaware of the fact that Mammon & Satan are in the classroom.

Mammon: Yo, you hearin’ this?

Satan: *not looking up from his book* It's unfortunate we have such idiotic classmates, isn't it?

Mammon: *stands up, grinning* Let’s rumble.

Satan: *snaps his book shut* Fine, but please never say that again.

Destruction ensued. Satan & Mammon refused to tell MC why they were hanging from the ceiling later that day.

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cosmicstarlatte · 1 year

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Taking His Virginity (Obey Me!)

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You take his virginity. How does he react?

minors/ageless/blank blogs dni or get blocked :c

»Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Beel, Dia

»Tags: ⚠️ 🔞 NSFW (18+), GN Reader/MC, Clingy-ness, Fluffy and smutty, Mentions of blood, biting, scratching, Rough, Manhandling(?)

»Notes: I will leave this here though, cya guys whenever! Super excited for Nightbringer tomorrow!

Lucifer:

"It's the last part left of my...angelic...side."

The thought of him getting that intimate with someone was...unnerving. That was the last part of him he had left that was in his control. He never cared if someone had found out about it, but due to how private he was, it never came up. And rumors always seemed to think otherwise. Over the years, he had entertained the thought of just getting it over with, but ultimately decided to just wait until he felt comfortable enough with someone. Someone worthy.

~~~

Lucifer underestimated the act of sex. He could not get through foreplay in his human form, he shifted into demon form and you let him know it was okay. He tried to stay quiet but groans/grunts escaped his lips. He was eager, his wings wouldn't stop flapping, which made for an interesting time but you both had fun. One night was just not enough, he could not get enough of you! He asked for the next day off (on short notice!? first time for everything!!) and kept fucking you until he was satisfied. Believe it or not, Lucifer was clingy/possessive the next few days. The intimacy got to him. ♡

Mammon:

"Look I was just nervous...I never felt comfortable with anyone gettin' that close to me, y'know? Maybe it's celestial brain or somethin'. "

He knows he doesn't seem the type after so long in the Devildom, but it's true. Yes he's lied about it. Yes it's draining fighting off interested demons/monsters...and it's scary and annoying. He was gonna do it whenever he felt like it. Whenever he was ready.

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Oh he was in love, in bliss. He was vocal. Mammon was letting you know exactly how much he was enjoying it. His nails did accidentally dig deep into you and you bled a little, but you assured him it was okay, it was an accident. He came quickly at first and was embarrassed but you were patient and assured him it was normal. He definitely cried after everything and you soothed him. The night was filled with a lot of cuddles and kisses. He was fragile and clingy the next few days. You made sure to give him all the hugs and kisses he wanted. "Thank you for being my first." ♡

Levi:

"Are you even surprised? Who would want me?"

Of course he's wanted to do it. He might've considered hiring a succubus. But it's so scary and annoying getting to know people. And seriously he's so disgusting who would even...?

He hoped if it did happen one day, it'd be with someone special. He hoped they would accept all of him and his love. All of it.

~~~

Levi was fucking loud. The otaku could not stop moaning. He could not stop his desperate high pitched whining. It was hot. The way his hips eagerly thrust to meet you was too damn cute. "Oh? Letting your brothers know exactly what's going on? They must be so jealous." He came very easily after that. His tail would not stop swishing around. You made sure to continue riding the fuck out of him as he came, he screamed and was a (not so) pure mess. The overstimulation was too much for him but he loved it anyway. He was very addicted to you for the next few days.♡ Everyone in HOL was over it though.

Beel:

"I don't know, it just never happened?"

He's had urges but normally took care of them by himself. He just never really connected with anyone enough to do it. He was a simple man, jerk it and go on with the day. When he found you though, he definitely noticed the urges get much stronger. His hand was not enough anymore.

~~~

He was...rough. He didn't mean to! But his primal side really came out. You just looked so good, so inviting. As soon as he buried himself in you he had. To. Ruin. You. He definitely groaned a lot and might've drooled a little. Its just the way his sensitive cock dragged against your walls for the first time was too delicious. He apologized for the bites, he made sure to give them extra soft kisses. Clean up took a while...he came a lot.

"Can we do it again? ♡"

Diavolo:

"Mm...I don't have a lot of people I trust. But you?...I do."

It was already hard making real friends, let alone a romantic partner. Trust and honesty were at the top of his list. He had to make sure his first time was with someone he could trust, who treated him like any other person. This demon only ever wanted real love.

~~~

Diavolo was actually super shy and nervous. To be fair, it was his first time, and with a human at that. Undressing him was…really cute. You were delicate with the giant demon. That only really lasted a few minutes though. Once things got really hot and heavy and he finally dipped his cock into you, he took over. He was vocal and let you know how good you felt around him. The prince tossed you around effortlessly and pounded the fuck out of you for two days...and it was all love. Barbatos was not happy about canceling meetings and moving stuff around. Diavolo was clingy for a few days and you showered him with extra love.

"Thank you for seeing me for me."

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zephyrchama · 7 days

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"What did Mammon do now?"

The greedy demon was in his underwear, hanging upside down from a rafter in the hallway. He tried to coerce you into letting him down as you walked by, but you knew better than to do so without consulting Lucifer.

"Gambling. The usual." Lucifer had a hand on his forehead, pushing his hair up while jotting something down at his desk.

"Mammon gambles every day," you pointed out. "What'd he really do?"

By the way Lucifer groaned, you knew it was something juicy. "I caught him pilfering one of my rarest records, a gift from Diavolo, to use as collateral in a bet. It's one-of-a-kind. I doubt he even knows what it is, but Mammon always has a knack for finding things of high value."

"His secret sixth sense," you agreed. "What'd you do with his clothes?"

"They make it harder to tie him up tightly. He has a slightly higher chance of wiggling free with clothes on, so I made him strip." Lucifer gestured, Mammon's clothes had been put on some kind of mannequin, tucked away in the space between two bookshelves.

You'd never seen it before. Your jaw dropped into the widest half-smile half-astonished expression possible. It had Mammon's hair and his goofy smile. Even a flashy golden earring. "What is that?"

You practically ran across the room to inspect it. It was dressed properly in Mammon's shirt and tie. There were a lot of seams, more than seemed necessary, perhaps from being repeatedly repaired over years of use. "Lucifer, this is adorable."

"It's a necessary tool for my sanity." He pushed the chair back, standing up to join you.

"What do you mean?"

"I'll give you a demonstration."

Lucifer comically wound up his closed fist. With ballistic force, he struck the figure right in its chest. It flopped back, then sprung back up wildly to receive a fistful of lighter blows from Lucifer.

"You made a Mammon punching bag? Really?" You didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Isn't that a bit much?"

"I didn't make it, Mammon did."

Surprise of the day number two. "Mammon made this? Himself?"

To stop the wobbling, Lucifer grabbed the punching bag's tie, pulling it tight and then smoothing it out. "Cute, right? He thought it might make me go easy on future punishments. It's a very thoughtful gift from my little brother."

"Yeah, I didn't know he could sew. Huh." The two of you stood to admire it before Lucifer returned to his desk. You followed him. "Kind of reminds me of the doll Levi made of me."

Lucifer smiled. "Leviathan made you a doll, did he? How very kind."

"No, he made a doll of me."

Lucifer froze to process this information, frowning.

You continued, "I don't know where he usually keeps it, but I saw it under his desk one time. It's pretty big and detailed. I mentioned it once and offered to lend him a shirt for it, but he got really embarrassed and pushed me out. He's gotta take more pride in his work, it was really impressive."

"I see." Lucifer gritted his teeth. "You know, something I have to do just came up. Let's finish this conversation later." He was quietly seething as he escorted you to the door. Along the way he gave punching-bag Mammon a soft whack to the head.

You realized you forgot to ask if you could untie the real Mammon, but Lucifer had already marched down the hall in the direction of Leviathan's room. Rather than trying to catch up, you decided to go see how the Avatar of Greed was doing.

#i bet satan has a lucifer punching bag #is this punching bag ever mentioned? where is the lore #obey me #obey me! swd #obey me scenarios #omswd #obey me headcanon #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me lucifer #tw punching ? is that a thing? i don't know how to tag this for content warning hm.#obey me!#obey me drabble #obey me fanfic #I started a bunch of mini fics and got like 95% of the way done an Asmo one but I'm not liking it. feels oddly written so I have to fix it.#obey me mc #obey me x mc #does levi making a creepy unexplained doll of mc count as x mc? sure.

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beels-burger-babe · 2 years

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Nothing Left to Pay

*** Here we are! The third and final installment in the Dark Mage Solomon series! Thank you guys for the crazy amount of love you've been giving this. I absolutely adored writing it and it has been so so touching to have you guys by my side for this! Without further ado, let's do this! -B***

Summary: MC has been returned, brought back to safety, and Solomon has been left behind. The world moves on, but MC and everyone else is learning just how hard "moving on" can really be.

Part 1, Part 2

CW: Panic Attack

Throbbing

Ceaseless, agonizing, throbbing.

Solomon groaned as he slowly blinked open his eyes and rolled onto his back. He tried to lift his head, but groaned as the ringing in his ears only grew louder.

"Fuck," he cursed as his head thudded against his hard wood floors. "What happened?" He mumbled to himself — His arm draped over his forehead as he turned his head to look in one of the many mirrors that were scattered around his house.

Silver eyes locked onto one another,

and the bubble keeping him blissfully ignorant burst.

Solomon gasped as he shot up. "MC! Oh no. No, no, no. Shit!" he tripped on his long, spindly legs as he scrambled to his feed, running desperately towards your room. He barely recognized the stairs or the direction he was fleeing as his mind drowned from the memories of the past two months flooding his brain.

He skidded to a stop as he slammed open your bedroom door and found not a soul in sight. His chest heaved, up and down, as his heart ran circles within his ribs.

You were gone.

They had taken you. The angels had taken you from him.

He shook his head as he blindly began to tear apart the room, searching desperately for any sign of you or of where you could've been taken. He ripped a drawer from your dresser. He swore under his breath as nothing but clothes and splinters of wood scattered across the floor.

Why? Why would they do this?

You were safe! You were with him, after all, and he was the strongest mage there had ever been and ever will be. He could make a hundred demons bow before him with a snap of his fingers. He-

He froze as his eyes fell to an empty glass you had left on your bedside table.

He had nearly killed you.

A hand clasped around his mouth as he weakly stumbled back. Somewhere, in all his overwhelming desire, his obsession, to protect you and keep you safe, he had done what he swore to never do, and he hurt you.

His hands trembled as his breath caught in his throat. Images of you, your face scrunched up in fear and disgust flashed behind his eyes. The sounds of your screams wailed in his ears.

He did this. He caused all of this.

He needed to find you and apologize.

Solomon quickly tried to shake off his panic and raised a hand to summon a portal.

The room sat still.

The wizard frowned and tried again, squinting his eyes this time. Once more, nothing happened. Solomon growled in frustration and rolled up his sleeves. "WORK! You stupid spell! Of all times why choose now to ... to ..." he trailed off as his eyes dragged over the skin on his arms — the clean, barren skin.

He swallowed thickly as tears welled in his eyes. "No," he breathed. "Please, fuck, no. This ... This is a nightmare. I'm dreaming this isn't," he pinched his arm. "Wake up." He pinched harder. "Wake up!" He slapped himself across the face. "WAKE UP DAMMIT!"

There was nothing left.

His magic. You. His pacts. It was all gone.

Solomon curled on himself, his body shaking fiercely as a hundred different emotions took over him.

A screech, with all the power and grief of the even the most tragic of Banshees, spilled out from the manors windows and painted the skies with the wizard's pain.

***

"When I went to stand up, I noticed I was feeling week, a-and that's when I realized he had done something to my drink. I passed out not too long after that," you whispered as you felt Asmodeus's arms tighten around you.

It had taken hours to get everyone to calm down, and even longer to explain everything that had happened.

You were now in the living room, seated in Asmo's lap as the demon nestled as closely to you as possible — his tears silently soaking the back of your shirt. The other brothers were surrounding you at every angle, giving you just enough room to look at contemplative Diavolo and Barbatos.

Diavolo frowned deeply as you told your story, his hands clenching and unclenching as you reached certain climaxes. His shoulders slumped with a heavy sigh as you finished explaining your side of things. "I am so sorry you had go through that, MC. I never would've thought ..."

"None of us did," Luke mumbled from where he and Simeon stood behind the prince. The young angel was clinging tightly onto his superior, showing his true youth more than ever before. "He ... He was supposed to be our friend."

A heavy, mournful silence filled the room at the admission. It was true. Solomon or at least the Solomon they had all once known as a friend. He'd help them whenever they found themselves stuck in some kind of magical mischief. He'd offered to make dinner for them countless times. He tutored Mammon during exams and would bring back anime merch for Levi from the human world. He was one of the few people that Asmodeus would allow himself to relax with, and who never once judged the brothers on their sins. Sure, they had always been skeptical of his intentions, but never once did any of them imagine he was capable of this.

Asmodeus scoffed as he lifted his face from your shoulder. "He's a monster. I don't care what that man says or tries, he will never ever be considered anything close to friend again," you gently squeezed his hand as the demon's voice grew tight.

Barbatos nodded sympathetically. "And we don't expect you to," his face grew solemn once more as he turned back to the angels. "I believe that the two of you can fill in the gap in MC's story?"

Luke's face paled at the suggestion — his ears still ringing from the sounds of Solomon's screams that he had caused. He opened and closed his mouth several times before Simeon placed a hand on his shoulder and stepped forward. "Solomon sent out a prayer."

Belphegor's nose scrunched in disgust as he crossed his arms over his chest. "He doesn't look like the praying type."

A sad smile climbed onto Simeon's expression as he locked eyes with the demon. "Any person desperate enough will cry out just to be heard. Solomon, for all his power and immortality, is still a person," his eyes slid back over to Barbatos. "When we arrived, he was ..." He hesitated as he glanced back over at you, and pursed his lips. "Is it, perhaps, not the best idea to recount this with MC still present?"

Everyone paused as they looked back at you. You continued to stare straight at Simeon, your eyes void of any emotion, lips a thin straight line, as you nodded. "Say it. I want to know."

Hesitance still clouded Simeon's judgment as he turned to Lucifer with a questioning gaze. The eldest huffed, "I'd rather they not leave our sight at the moment anyways. If they say they can handle it, let them stay."

The angel pursed his lips once more before continuing. "He was hunched over their unconscious body, mumbling to himself and trembling as he sobbed. I'd never seen him look so distraught before,"

You hated how easily you could picture that. As much as part of you hated Solomon for everything that he did, you still couldn't escape the flicker of sympathy and fondness that still yearned for the friend you once had in him. Part of you knew that everything that Solomon did, he did out of some demented, twisted version of love. You remembered how in the early weeks of your captivity he had gently walked you through the numerous panic attacks that you'd frequently endure, all while maintaining a comfortable distance. You remembered how he'd sit down across from you during every meal and give you his undivided attention as he softly told you about his day and described any of the beautiful sights or discoveries that he had stumbled upon.

It hurt to admit. It hurt to remember.

And regardless of the bitter resentment that darkened your view of him, it hurt to imagine that tender, love-sick man broken — crumbling to pieces at the consequences of his actions.

"I tried to demand answers from him, but only made him defensive, which in turn made Luke angry. He tried to attack Luke. As much as I hate that it happened, it gave me the chance to finally swoop in and take MC from him."

You inhaled sharply as your eyes snapped over to Luke, taking in his unblemished form.

Another person had almost gotten hurt — Another friend. Your hands fisted in your lap.

"He finally explained what the charm he applied to them was supposed to do," Simeon clenched his jaw as his eyes hardened. "As I said earlier. It's a potion that puts MC into a state where they can feel safe," his face scrunched up in distaste, as though just saying the words left a horrible taste on his tongue. "When I explained to him that it was exactly that, and the fact that MC couldn't feel safe around him that put them into their comatose state, he began to spiral even more," Luke tensed beside Simeon knowing what came next and clenched his eyes shut as he held his head down in guilt. " We knew action needed to be taken. Luke stripped Solomon of his pacts and magical abilities, promptly knocking him unconscious, while I tended to MC."

Your breath caught in your throat as the words acted like Medusa's gaze on your heart. "Y-You," you breathed as tears collected in the corners of your eyes. "Y-You got rid of his pacts? He ca-can't cast spells anymore?"

Luke nodded as he finally opened his eyes once more. "H-He won't be able to hurt you anymore," there was a certain confidence in his tone even as his voice trembled alongside his hands. "I made sure of it."

Mammon growled from your right, "He deserves a hell of a lot worse for what he put you and Asmo through,"

Diavolo tilted his head at the statement, "Yes. He did break a number of the agreements listed in the exchange contract," you flinched as Diavolo's golden eyes — all too similar to the golden eyes that had stalked your every movement — lit up like an inferno. "A personal offence such as this deserves a much more personal punishment."

Simeon's eyes narrowed at the statement. "As upset as I'm sure we all are about what has transpired, Solomon has already received his just awards," he stood taller as Luke cowered behind him with large, panicking eyes. "To let Solomon live the immortal life he's already subjected himself to, free of any and all of his powers, is more than punishment enough!"

Lucifer snarled as he rose to his feet, "And as I said earlier, you are not the one who gets to be the judge of that! It was our pacts that were lost because of him! It was our brother who was manipulated and taken advantage of! It was us who experienced every ounce of pain that he subject MC to in just the first day!" His lips curled back to bare his pointed teeth as he stood nose to nose with the angel. "Do not tell me what is and is not good enough for that worthless swine."

Barbatos, ever the all-knowing-peacekeeper was between the two of them in an instant. "Stand down, Lucfier. Your fight isn't with the angels."

You blinked as you tried to process the words Lucifer had shouted. Your mind slowly began to drift from your body as your breathing came out in shaky pants. Your distant eyes fixed on Beelzebub's concerned ones. "L-Lost?" you whimpered, causing the room to fall silent. "What does he mean lost? W-We can just make new ones, right? This ... There's no way that they're ..."

Asmodeus's grip around you tightened as Beel looked at you, both lost for an explanation and too afraid of the truth in the words that needed to be said.

You jumped as Satan placed a hand on your shoulder and carefully met your eyes. "We ... Demons can only make a pact with the same human once," you couldn't recognize yourself shaking your head at the words as denial filled your mind. "It's i-impossible for us to make another pact with you ... not after what he did." he rumbled as his expression slipped into momentary wrath.

"We should've fought harder against him," Leviathan whimpered as he clung onto your arm. "W-We could feel our connections slowly tightening, a-a-and we were just helpless! I've never felt so useless in my life. We didn't know where you were, and in that moment, i-it felt like we never would again."

Their words did nothing to comfort you. If anything, it only added to the building, all-consuming panic that was beginning to pulse through your veins.

"This is exactly what I was talking about," Lucifer spat, his eyes not moving from Simeon. "I'm not asking for your permission, or any of yours. I am telling you that Solomon will not be allow to breathe another breath in peace once I find him."

Your pacts were gone. Even if you had the brothers beside you ... Even if you were here in the Devildom ... You had no power anymore. You were just as weak as Solomon wanted you.

"Why is it always the same with you demons?! You always jump to mauling or death as punishment! Not everything has to end in violence! He's already going to be miserable enough!" Simeon finally snapped, his celestial origin shining brighter than ever before.

What if someone else came after you? You knew it was inevitable. How many brushes with death had you encountered in the last year alone? It was only by the grace of your pacts and your connection with the demons, and Solomon, that you survived. What would happen now?

Was Solomon right? Were you never safe here?

"Why are you taking this so lightly?!" Belphie piped in as he joined Lucifer's side. "You talk about us demons as though it wasn't you angels who started a war against us for something as innocent as loving a human! And now you dare to defend one for their crimes?"

The voices grew louder and louder around you as your heart pounded wildly within your ribs and stole the breath from your lungs.

You wanted to go back. You wanted things to be the way they were before. You couldn't stay like this. You can't.

"Fuck," Asmodeus swore behind you as he finally caught on to your panicked state. "MC?" he questioned as he lightly turned you to face him. He frowned at the sight of your unregistering eyes and wheezing breaths. "MC, can you hear me?" He cupped your face as your wide eyes continued to stare right past him. He cursed under his breath and pulled you close to cover your ears as he looked at the others. " HEY! We have more important matters to deal with at the moment than all you digging up the past if you could shut the fuck up and clue in, we have a situation!" In an instant, all eyes were on you as Asmo pulled you back to look at you once more.

Your lips were moving but no sound left them as your eyes darted around the room. "MC, please," Asmo begged as he squeezed your hands. "Focus on me. It's Asmo. You're okay. You're safe."

"No," everyone's hearts clenched at the fractured word. "Never. Not. C-Can't," your chest heaved as tears began to drip down your cheeks. "I c-can't. Can't."

Asmo flinched back at your words, hurt filling his expression as Mammon quickly moved to take his place. "None of that human," he gently cooed as he cradled your face, you winced at his word choice. "It's alright. We're here. We ain't going anywhere. We've got you. We're gonna protect ya, alright?"

You whimpered as you shook your head frantically and struggled out of Mammon's hold. "You can't! It doesn't work. Never worked. Not safe. Not safe!" You squeezed your eyes shut as you hands made their way to your hair.

Satan cursed from beside you and shoved Mammon back. "Give them space. They're spiraling. We need to get them to breathe and ground them."

Mammon slapped the hand away and glared at his brother. "So we just let them continue freaking themself out?!" He shouted as he gestured angrily over to you.

"I believe now is not the time for family bickering," Barbatos snapped sharply as he approached the group. "It was fighting that triggered this in the first place. They-"

You couldn't make out anything else as the sound of your blood thrumming through your skull pulsed behind your ears. You wheezed as you tugged at you hair and calmped your arms down tightly over your ears.

It was too much. You needed this stop. Go back.

Please just go back.

Suddenly your breath hitched as your body stilled. Everyone took an anxious step toward you as a faint shimmer washed over your body and you suddenly became relaxed.

You blinked slowly at Asmodeus as the concerned demon frantically looked you over in confusion. "Um ... Asmo? Is everything okay?"

It was Asmodeus's turn to blink at you in shock as his perfectly-plucked eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Is everything- MC are you serious?"

A cold feeling settled into all of their stomachs as they saw nothing but pure genuine bewilderment on your expression and realized that you were, in fact, serious.

"MC," Satan began softly as he moved to sit beside you and the others. "We were all discussing what happened with Solomon and you ... Well things got out of hand and you had an panic attack."

To everyone's surprise your disoriented frown only grew deeper. "Who's Solomon?"

No one moved.

"What?" Luke whispered in disbelief.

"Who's Solomon? Why are you guys looking at me like that?" You repeated as you squirmed under the heavy tension of everyone's stare.

No one breathed.

Leviathan turned to Lucifer with all the desperation of a child seeking their parent. "Wha- What's happening? Is this some kind of sick joke?"

Diavolo pushed his way forward, his face more serious than you had ever seen it, as he looked at you. "What does the name Solomon mean to you?"

You frowned at the concern that was practically dripping from his strangely firm voice. "I think there was something about him in the Bible? I don't know."

No one even blinked

Diavolo nodded in slow consideration. "Alright. And what about pacts? Do you remember anything at all about what we just told you about your pacts? Or what you went through throughout the past two months?"

You looked at the others like they were crazy. "What do you mean? What's wrong with my pacts?"

The prince opened his mouth to speak once more but was interrupted as Lucifer stumbled over to you and quickly took your face into his hands. You yelped as he tilted your chin up, obsidian eyes scanning your face desperately. "Ah- Luci? Y-You're a little close."

The demon just ignored as he brushed your hair away from your forehead. His breath hitched, eyes growing in pure disbelief as he suddenly and desperately began to pull up your shirt sleeves, yank down the collar of your shirt, and glance down your back.

You squeaked as you harshly shoved Lucifer away and glared at him. "Oi! Peeping tom! Keep your hands to yourself and tell me what is going on!"

"They're back," Lucifer uttered, no longer addressing you, but the others. "A-All of their pacts. I don't know how, b-but."

Leviathan tsked as he shook his head, pointedly not looking at you — refusing to allow himself to get his hopes up. "That's impossible. Once the pact is gone, it doesn't come back."

Barbatos let out a hum of contemplation as he peered over at you, and the colorful pact marks, once more in their rightful place, that Lucifer had revealed. "A charm that puts them in a state where they feel safe." Everyone's heads whipped over to the butler. "MC didn't feel safe without their pacts so ..."

"It brought them back," Simeon finished in shock.

Just like that, you suddenly found yourself tackled by the twins, and a bawling Asmodeus.

As confused as you were, it didn't take a genuis to see that whatever was happening had taken a huge toll on your boys. You slowly wrapped your arms around them and looked desperately at Diavolo as they clung to the spot where their mark resided and soaked in the comforting thrum of their magic in your veins.

You had no idea what was going on. One minute you were panicking about something, though you couldn't for the life of you remember what, the next you were as you are now: relaxed and lost in the emotional chaos happening around you. It was strange. You felt like you should be more worried, or worked up, or anything to match the high levels of concern, grief and now relief pouring off the supernatural entities in the room, but you couldn't. Your thoughts remained stubbornly at ease with everything happening around you.

"Obviously I'm missing something," you stated plainly as Asmo sniffled against your neck. "Can someone please explain?"

"Not now," Beel whispered against you as he held you tightly. "Just ... We'll explain everything in a bit."

Belphie hummed in agreement as he nuzzled against his mark. "Let us be selfish and just hold you for a minute."

Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan and Satan watched the group from a distance with the others. Their brows furrowed as you reluctantly let the topic drop — the, what would've been, adorably bewildered expression not once leaving your face.

"I don't like this," Mammon mumbled to them, hands gripping tightly onto his own arms from where they crossed over his chest. "I mean, yeah, it's amazin' that the pacts are back and I'm thankful as fuck, but ..."

Satan nodded, "The implications of that and what just happened aren't nearly as nice. If that charm could put them into a coma, erase the memory of an extremely traumatic event and person, and do the impossible by bringing back their pacts, there's no saying what else it could do if MC was ever put in a life-threatening situation again."

Luke frowned and glanced over at you as he fidgeted with his hands. "D-Do you ... Do you think it could kill them?"

Barbatos gently placed a hand on the younger angel's shoulder. As he looked down at Luke, his gaze wasn't soft or comforting as it perhaps should've been, but rather serious and remorseful. Luke's breath caught in his throat at just the sight. "We don't know enough about it yet to say. Assumably, as the charm is meant to keep them safe, it shouldn't but ..."

"It's already been proven that this 'safety' is by MC's definition." Lucifer huffed. "We'll have to keep a close eye on them until we can break it."

Simeon cocked an eyebrow at the statement, peering over at the demon. "And do you think that's possible? Breaking the charm, I mean. Solomon is a powerful wizard on his own, but with those pacts," he let out a shaky breath as he shook his head. "He was unlike any creature I've ever seen."

Diavolo took in the angel's words. He stood strong and stern, his mouth fixed in a strange frown as his soft eyes carefully kept watch over you and the younger brothers. "Solomon may have been powerful, but he would've had all the pacts in the world and still be alone with the way that he chose to live his life. MC has something he will never have," The prince smiled as looked over to Lucifer. "They have a family."

His smile grew slightly more solemn as he turned to Simeon. "I trust you, Simeon. You may not always be the perfect angel, but you are a good person," The angel's eyes widened as his lips parted for inaudible words. " I trust you. If you say that Solomon is taken care of, I trust that he is no longer a threat to MC or anyone else."

"But-" Levi tried to cut in, only to get stopped by Diavolo raising a hand.

"However," he continued, his voice dropping dangerously as his golden eyes hardened. "If I hear a single word about him causing any kind of trouble or interacting with my people again-"

"Then I'll bring him here myself," Simeon finished, his voice equally as cold. "And you and the others will be free to do whatever you please."

Diavolo hummed, his smile returning, revealing his deadly canines. "Then we have an agreement. As for the charm, we have nine of the most powerful demons in the Devildom and two extremely talented angels on our side. I imagine there isn't much we aren't able to do when we work together, wouldn't you agree Lucifer?"

Without taking his eyes away from your sheepishly smiling self, his mark practically sparkling in its proper place as you were smothered in the arms of his family, Lucifer couldn't help but smile. "Yes. I suppose you're right."

It was hard to say what the future held. The charm held a number of threats and worries that none of them could ever predict. Solomon was still out there somewhere and though he may not have power now, it was only a matter of time before he found an alternate solution. The brothers' were all healing from an event that you had no memory whatsoever about. Things were a mess.

But,

You were home. At least for now, you were safe. And most importantly, you were all together again.

And the brothers' supposed that for now that would be enough.

***Thank you all so so much for coming on this crazy journey! I do hope you all enjoyed it! This was both frustrating, sad, and so beautiful to write, but I hope you all love it as much as I do. Thank you all for the love and support that you constantly amaze me with. Remember to keep loving and supporting each other! -B***

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simp-is-here · 1 year

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We’re back again with more

Obey Me Boy’s Thirsty Thoughts/ Scenarios

Warning: hella and I’m mean like EXTREMELY suggestive, LIKE BORDERLINE NSFW, kinda calling myself out once again, implied sex, mentions of: sex, making out, sexual acts, kinda somnophilia (consensual), bathtub sex, size kink, sub levi, sub mammon, sub simeon, aggressive hickeys, tail stuff, semi public, finger sucking

(I tried my best to make this gender neutral, please let me know if I messed up and I’ll try to correct my mistakes)

Let me just apologize in advance for if this is cringey, I very much tend to word stuff weirdly if I’m describing something sexual.

Lucifer-

So you and Lucifer are (doing the do?? Making love??? Schlonging?? Having sex?? Whatever makes you comfortable)

His wings suddenly sprout from his back

He pays no mind to them as he continues to make you feel good

While he’s kissing your collarbone you’re running your hand over the feathers of his wings and up his back where the wings meet

I think those wing would be so sensitive but he wouldn’t want to admit it

However little things in his body language would show that it has an effect on him

The tremble in his wings, the small intake of breath, the way he pulls you even tighter to him

He didn’t want to tell you, but he yearned for more. And you were more than willing to give him everything he wanted

Mammon-

Though he’s greedy, there’s nothing he’s more greedy for than your love

That love may be staying up late to study with him, or holding him close when the two of you finish a scary movie

But sometimes that love is what you’re doing right now, pulling on the strands of his hair trying to compose yourself as you take what you want from him

Guiding him to do exactly what you want, the exact thing he needs to do to make you feel good

He could get drunk off of the sounds you make, the way you looks, how much you trust him, how much control you have over him

And sometimes that love is when you’re spent and holding him, praising him for doing such a good job while his head is against your chest, the beating of your heart continues it’s fast pace as you try to catch your breath

There’s nothing he’s more greedy for than your love

Leviathan-

If you knew that cuddling and playing a game would lead to this, then you would’ve done so sooner

Levi was currently under you, his hands hiding his red face as you sit back up, wiping your mouth with a smirk

After some soft words you manage to uncover his face, kissing his lips once again while guiding his hands to your thighs

While your trace his bottom lip with your tongue you feel something slither around your waist, you look down to see his tail holding you tightly

Levi covered his face in embarrassment once again while unwrapping his tail from you, you grabbed one of his hands in time for him to see you trace your tongue up his tail to the tip

You guided his face back up to you and kissed him once again, his tail wrapping around your thighs and his fingers digging into your hips

He was in for a long night

Satan-

Being loud was never a problem before you met Satan, it wasn’t that any of your past lovers were bad, you just didn’t know you had this side of you

However sometimes it was a challenge whenever the two of you got intimate, you’d have to bite the back of your hand or put something in your mouth

Right now the two of you were beside Satan’s door, his thigh was between your legs while his mouth sucked marks onto your skin

Your hands were so preoccupied with holding him close that you didn’t realize you were letting out sounds until a knock at the door caused you to panic

He answers through the the door with a smirk, continuing to move you on his thigh. Watching as you try your best to be silent

You gasp at a certain angle to which he quickly covers your mouth with his hand, telling the person on the other side of the door that he just dropped a book

You open your mouth and guide his fingers into your mouth, Satan’s eyes widened as he forces a grunt back down his throat. He quickly shut down the conversation and shoved you towards his bed

You were in for it

Asmodeus-

One of the best things in your relationship with Asmo is when the two of you bathe together

It’s not always sexual, sometimes the two of you just wrap your bodies around one another, helping each other de-stress

This however was not one of those times, though it did start out as one. But the was your fingers gently scrubbed the strands of his hair, and the way his hand lathered the body wash on your thighs, occasionally rubbing close to where you yearned for his touch

The steam of the water seemed to grow thicker as his hands danced across your shining form, his legs straddling your thighs

Though you two exchanged soft kisses, your hands were desperate to satisfy the other

You both end and his hands grip your hair while yours hold his as close as possible, panting into each other’s mouth while tired kisses as given

The two of you make it back to his room and take a short break before you continue once again

Beelzebub-

While the two of you were eating on your bed you had dropped a glob of pudding onto your chest

Before you could wipe it up Beel leaned in and licked it clean, continuing to clean up any spots on you that had pudding on it

He guided your back onto your bed as he left kisses all over your neck and collarbone

Eventually he stopped just as his tooth has pressed against you skin, his reluctance was quickly overshadowed by the want he felt when you begged him to continue

He dove back into the crook of your neck and sucked whatever he could reach, occasionally biting you before soothing the bite with a kiss or a lick

He had gotten down your stomach, only stopped by the fabric of your pants covering you from him

He looked back at you and gazed over the dark marks decorating your skin, he wished he could feel guilt but the way you smiled up at him with a dazed look made him want to do this again

Belphegor-

Sex was not a major thing in your relationship, just something that occasionally happened

You both were in the attic room cuddling on the bed, his arms wrapped around your waist to hold you close

After a bit of self questioning you took his hand from your waist and lead it lower till it was between your legs

Belphie’s body tensed slightly before pulling you back to him, moving your bodies together as one through your clothes

His other hand which was under your neck gripped the sheets tightly as the movements got more desperate

After you both finished his body went limp against yours, twitching slightly from the intensity his body just felt

The zip of his pants was heard over the panting of breaths as he took himself out and guided himself into you, holding you close once again while pressing kisses to your shoulder

The two you fell asleep in each other’s arms, wanting no one to disturb this moment that hopefully would last forever

Diavolo-

So we all know how his demon form looks.

A personal headcanon of mine is that all the demons in there demon forms they grow bigger

Now imagine while the two of you are alone with you pressed against the wall his demon form comes out

When you open your eyes again you see this 7ft (personal headcanon) demon towering over you

The way his large body wraps around you to bring you to his bed

(Let’s just say his height isn’t the only thing that grows)

Barbatos-

Barbatos isn’t one to show a lot of emotion. Even though you’re his lover he still doesn’t show that much

While the two of you are in bed together he still appears to be well composed like always with occasional low grunts here and there

After awhile of not being able to see each other due to busy schedules and the demon brothers antics you both finally got some time alone with one another

You had hoped that maybe just maybe the time apart would show something of how he’s feeling, or how you make him feel

After a physically satisfying night together you woke up to his side of the bed being empty, a glass of water and a note explaining that he’s gone to do his tasks of the day was beside you on the table

You sighed and leaned back on the bed only to get poked by something, turning around you realize the frame where his hand was holding onto last night was completely destroyed

You replayed in your mind how oddly he was acting last night and now you understood why

A sense of pride overtook you at the realization that he had broken the bed frame trying to hold himself back

Simeon-

You just know that his skin feels like flower petals

So after the two of you *cough cough* you’re lying in bed together

Legs intertwined as he softly snores beside you

You just can’t help but run your hand over his skin, the soft feeling of it under your fingertips

He wakes up from the feeling of you and you both lay there and leave soft kisses on the others lips

You drag your fingers down his back, applying slight pressure with your nails which causes a soft groan from him

Your kisses become more heated as you raise his thigh so his legs are wrapped around you once again

Solomon-

This is definitely not where you thought you’d end up when Solomon offered to teach you

At first it started out simple, you’d be reading the book on the table and he’d come up behind you, leaning to see what you were reading while his hand was on your lower stomach

Eventually he started kissing from your shoulder to your ear, his hand grasping yours on the table.

With your mind officially distracted from the book you turned around, letting him push your shoulders down slowly till you were on your knees in front of him

His gasps echoed throughout the room while his hand gripped the back of your neck tightly, trying to guide you

He let out a moan when he finished (I’m not really questioning what I’m doing with life 🤣) stroking your cheek as he tried to catch his breath

He pulled you back to your feet and kissed you passionately before pushing you onto the table

Time for him to return the favour

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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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