Just when I thought being a lesbian would make me stop simping for a gaggle of fictional demon men... Requests are open! I want to start writing again. (She/Her) 24. I love spam, so spam likes/reblogs all day if you wanna. Some content I post, like, or reblog will be 18+ so beware.
Idk if you read Lore Olympus but chapter 129 gave me an angsty request idea.
So Persephone, whoâs the goddess of spring, goes into a hibernation-like state and when her emotions go out of control, she ends up growing her hair really long and her body sprouts a lot of plants from her; to the point of covering her and whatever area sheâs in with her plants.
So I would like to request head cannons of the Brothers reacting to an MC who gets really sad whenever the brothers insult or threaten them and after several weeks of being berated by demons it causes MC to shut down and go to their room but mistakes a comfort spell with a plant curse that causes their hair and plants to grow continuously long. The plants fill up MCâs room and while they would normally be surprised at the mistake, they donât care any more. They allow the plants to to grow, even wrap around their neck and body, and hopes the curse kills them off before the brothers notice as they go in the âhibernationâ stage of the curse (The curse causes the victim to grow a lot of plants and vines from their body until they die, which can take a few days).
Iâm sorry for being so long and descriptive, I just wanna see the Bros panic and feel guilty that MC felt pushed to do this to themselves but I understand if you donât want to do it
I don't read Lore Olympus but you described the situation really well so I hope this is something close to what you wanted.
Comfort spell gone wrong
Lately, nothing seemed to be good enough for the demons. No matter what you did one of them would find something to berate you for.
âMc, your grades are subpar even for an exchange student. Youâll have to try harder in order to not be a disappointment to Diavolo and myself.â Lucifer warned over breakfast.
âMc, you burned dinner. You should learn to be a better cook.â Beel grumbled. As if you had ever seen any of these ingredients before ending up in the Devildom.
Even Mammon seemed to be in a particularly unpleasant mood. A never-ending string of complaints about how hard it is to protect an ordinary human. âGeez, youâre such a hassle human.â
Taking refuge in the library to study and to give Mammon a break from you proved disastrous and nearly deadly. Somehow youâd managed to spill your cup of tea all over an old somewhat rare text after Asmo had barged in and startled you. Your string of bad luck continued when Satan rounded the corner and saw the soggy tea-stained pages youâd been trying to decipher. In his fit of rage, heâd called you several unpleasant names and asked if you were âcapable of doing anything right or if all humans are as stupid as you?â Youâd left as quickly as you were able to avoid any more of his wrath.
No matter where you went you kept walking in on Belphie napping and without fail heâd say something nasty to you, that would make tears burn the backs of your eyes.
Levi had angrily called you a âuseless normie,â who he wished would ânever come back.â and had pushed you from his room with a slam of his door.
Even Asmo who usually just ignored you when he was upset found every reason imaginable to critique your every aspect. Physical and personality. Not a single one of which made you feel any more than worthless.
So was it any wonder when at the end of a long week youâd locked yourself in your room and decided to try that comfort spell youâd heard Solomon talking about? It seemed simple enough. But then your tears had blurred your vision as youâd recited the words and your Latin was still shaky at best. But it was just a few lines! And there was no way you were going to go to one of the brothers for comfort when they had seemed perfectly happy to make you miserable for the last few weeks.
Youâd read the spell aloud and curled up hoping that the spell would kick in and youâd feel even just the slightest bit better. The blinding green light and sudden drop in energy was the first and only warning the spell had gone wrong. But being new to magic meant it still sapped your energy, so you didnât stop to think something might be wrong. By the time you realized what was happening, everything was out of control. Plants had begun to sprout from your skin and the floor around you, growing and growing. With each inch they grew you felt your exhaustion creep up and consume you. You were just so tired. Your eyes fluttered closed. This was wrong! You forced your eyes open again. You need to fix this. The spell! But a short nap wouldnât hurt, would it? Youâd have more energy after you woke up. Then you could go get one of the brothers. Satan would know how to fix this. Or Lucifer! Heâd clean the spell up easily. Yes, after you woke upâŠ
Lucifer hadnât seen you all weekend. He figures youâre most likely studying. But you donât show up for meals and none of his brothers have seen you either⊠and oh Diavolo! He can feel the spell from the dining room. How did he not notice sooner? The cold pulling sensation of the spell, like it was sucking the warmth and life from its surroundings.
When Lucifer reaches your door Mammon is already there. Knocking and shouting for you, but there's no answer. He all but breaks your door down, his brothers behind him, and finds you at the center of the spell. Unresponsive and covered in the plants using your energy to grow. The plants had begun climbing up the walls and twisting through your hair, sending out snow-white flowers.
âBeel! Donât!â Lucifer warns as Beel reaches out to pull a handful of plants from you. âWe donât know what did this and what will happen to Mc if we just rip the spell off like that.â
âLucifer, Mc did this to themself,â Satan points to the open spellbook. âIt looks like they got a comfort spell mixed up.â
Fortunately, your last tired thoughts were correct and Lucifer is able to break the spell quickly. You wake surrounded by the brothers.
Lucifer:
All this happened for a comfort spell? Because you didnât feel like you could come to him, to any of them?
Heâs so sorry Mc. Enough that as he leans down to pick you up out of the mess of withering plants you can feel tears fall onto your face.
âNothing I did was good enough for you Lucifer. Any of you. I just wanted to feel⊠I just wanted-â
His heart breaks when he realizes this is his brotherâs fault, his fault. âYou are always good enough, Mc. Much more than I could ever ask you to be, and if I ever made you feel like you weren't. No, the fact that I made you feel like you werenât, means I have been truly terrible.â
Youâre choking back your own tears now and you curl further into his arms as he carries you down the hall. âYou said I was a disappointment.â
âMy dear Mc, you have never been, nor could you ever be a disappointment to me. Forgive me for ever making you feel as if you were.â
Lucifer takes you to his bathroom and draws you a bath to wash away the last of the plant matter from your body.
Afterward, heâll bring you anything you ask for. He wants to wrap you in his arms but doesnât want to push you, so he asks softly if he can hold you.
Heâll spend weeks trying to make this up to you, even after you forgive him, heâll be sure to tell you how much he loves you more often than he did before.
Mammon:
Shit human! Why didnât you come to him? He loves you so much and oh. He made you feel like a burden.
How could he be so stupid when he knows how his brothers make him feel?
Mammon begs for your forgiveness in front of all his brothers.
âPlease can ya forgive me? I never meant to make ya feel like a burden. You're the only human I- I want to protect you Mc. Iâm so sorry.â
Mammon helps you up and since your room is covered in plants he offers to let you sleep in his room for the night.
He wraps you in blankets and brushes the hair from your face with trembling fingertips.
There are still a few stubborn leaves sticking to your face and in your hair so Mammon takes a warm washcloth and wipes them from your face before gently untangling the plants from your hair.
Youâll be getting little gifts and tokens of mammonâs affections for the foreseeable future.
Levi:
He threw you out of his room when you came to him for comfort and the guilt at seeing you almost die because of it is eating him alive.
He feels frozen
Maybe you would be better off without an otaku shut-in like him. He starts avoiding you like the plague.
You start to think that Levi is so disgusted with the fact that you did that spell that he doesnât want anything to do with you anymore.
Despite this Levi still checks up on you. He wants to know that you are ok, he just does it without you knowing.
Heâll ask his brothers about you and discreetly glance at you during meals to make sure youâre eating enough and look healthy.
A few days later when your favorite and manga anime start showing up outside your door you confront Levi. âAre you mad at me? Do you just not want to be around me after what happened? Levi, I miss you!â
He is shook, and he canât believe he messed up so badly.
Heâs happy that he can invite you to hang out again, and he makes sure to spend long nights gaming or watching movies with you until you fall asleep against him. Heâll even stutter out how much he treasures his time with you, blushing fiercely all the while.
Satan:
Satan feels anger swell up inside him. How could he have let this happen? How could no one have seen how upset you were?
Once the spell has been dissolved he is at your side instantly. Brushing vines from your skin. His fingers are shaking in anger but his touch is so gentle.
When both you and your room are cleaned up Satan sits at your bedside, book in hand, reading to you.
He just wants to be close to you now. He wants you to know how much he cares about you but is still too worked up to get his thoughts out properly.
Eventually, his thoughts calm and he stops reading in the middle of a sentence. âMc, I am so sorry. I never meant to make you feel unwanted. Every day I spend with you is infinitely better than a day without you. I know the spell was a mistake but⊠we almost lost you. I almost lost you.â
He wants to talk about what pushed you to do this. He wonât push but he really does think that he will be better able to help you if he understands.
Satan makes sure to spend more time with you from now on. He makes a conscious effort to check his temper at the door and be with you when you need him.
Sometimes heâll just read to you until one of you confides in the other in quiet voices.
Asmo:
As you blink your eyes open Asmo gently brushes some plants from your cheek.
You are so pale and his heart breaks as you flinch away from him. You feel like a mess and you know you must look like one too so curl your body away from him trying to hide. Trying to avoid his critical gaze.
This is the moment Asmo knows he screwed up.
He draws his hand back, for a moment, before reaching out to you again. Cupping your cheek and wiping your tears away with perfectly manicured hands.
Lucifer has him take you to his bathroom to clean up while the rest of the brothers work to clear the plants from your room.
Asmo is quiet for a long while as he untangles plants from your hair.
âYouâre so loved, Mc,â he says softly. âYou are.â he insists when you shake your head no.
âMore than you could ever know, and itâs our fault for not telling you. My fault for not making you feel worthy.â
After this incident, Asmo wants to make sure you know how beautiful you are. He starts self-care days once a week that soon turn into whole family affairs. Each week different combinations of his brother attend and you all work to pamper each other.
Asmo makes sure nothing like this happens again, he never wants to be part of the reason you feel unloved ever again.
Beel:
At first, Beel thinks you did this on purpose. Once the brothers realize you messed up the spell he is less angry but no less distraught.
Once you wake up, he wants to take you to get desserts. Heâs heard humans eat Chocolate/ other sweets to feel better. And this makes sense to him, food does make everything better.
But you donât want to go to Madam Screams or the kitchen to make your own. Youâre still so tired. Not to mention embarrassed that you screwed the spell up this bad.
And now they are all staring at you like they care so much when none of them had any time to notice how they were making you feel before.
When you become unresponsive to the brotherâs questions and apologies Beel scoops you up in his arms and walks away with you.
Something about the way he holds you close to his chest and his warmth causes you to finally let go.
You bury your face in his shirt to muffle your crying.
âI just⊠I felt so alone! And⊠I...but no oneâ you gasp out shakily between sobs.
Beel soothes you with soft murmuring as he gently cards his fingers through your hair and strokes down your back.
Once your crying quiets he starts to speak âDonât do that again. You can always come to me Mc. Iâm so sorry you felt like you couldnâtâ
Belphie:
Belphie thinks itâs a joke at first. âMan, how could they mess up this bad?â
Then he sees Luciferâs panicked expression and it hits him how serious this is.
Belphie is immediately by your side. Hands frantically feeling your wrist for a pulse.
After Lucifer breaks the spell and your eyes flutter open Belphie is filled with relief until a wave of guilt washes through him.
He canât believe he fucked up so badly again. Sure this time he didnât directly cause you physical harm, but he did play a role in causing you to almost die again.
âI am so very sorry Mc, I never meant to hurt you.â
He does everything he can think of to make it up to you. Anything you ask him for, as long as itâs within his power, is yours. No questions asked.
He asks permission just to hold your hand for weeks afterward as if he thinks youâll come to your senses and decide you donât want anything to do with him.
He wants to comfort you so bad.
To make sure you donât feel like this again Belphie pulls you away to nap with him as often as he can get away with it. Most likely only a few times a week (much less often than he would like). Sometimes he uses this time just to talk with you. Others you really do nap, and Belphie curls himself around you. Occasionally he enters your dreams while you nap together to make sure no nightmares can touch you.
The brothers react to an MC who cries easily during movies
Now this...this is just me. Any slightly emotional moment in basically anything's got me tearing up. FT. descriptions of plots that have actually made me cry T-T (even though it's not all movies, I just didn't think brothers react to an MC who cries easily during movies/music/anime/books/devil toks rolled off the tonunge very well.)
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Lucifer
It's not often that he joins the family for movie night. He's a very busy demon, but every once in a while he'll put his work aside to join.
You were all watching a love story, and at the part where the lovers who were supposed to be together forever are tragically separated, he hears sniffling to the side of him.
There, he finds you crying your eyes out.
He's immediately filled with second hand embarrassment.
Sure, it's a sad moment, but a movie is nothing to cry over.
He subtly hands you a tissue, hoping for your sake though really just his own that none of his brothers happened to see you cry.
It would be one thing if you were to cry just around him, (though I don't see Lucifer being a big fan of fiction. He's the type of guy to exclusively read books about WWII or the Roman empire, so I doubt you're watching many movies just the two of you) but something about you crying in front of all his brothers sends chills down his spine, and not the good kind. Luci, babe you're not the one crying, chill out.
Though, one day, you were hanging out in his office, listening to the record he had playing while he worked, and he was surprised to find you moved to tears by the music.
He finds this incredibly endearing.
Lucifer tends to really feel the emotions imbued in a piece of music, even when there aren't any lyrics, so he loves that you so obviously feel thosd emotions too.
Of course, Lucifer would never be brought to tears by a song, but that's just one of the wonderfully human things about you.
This time, he silently uses his hands to wipe the tears from your face.
Expect to be invited to listen to a lot more records in your future.
Mammon
It all starts with the TSL marathon at the beginning of your stay.
You're watching the first movie, and Beelzebub is already up getting more snacks, leaving the two of you alone. You watch as the once close family of lords are trapped in a decades long war with seemingly no hope of ever reconciling their differences.
Mammon, to be honest, is pretty bored, until he looks over at you to see tears streaming readily down your face.
"Oi, human, what're you crying for?"
You speak through hiccups and sniffles, "It's just so sad, they were all so close once, but now they're so far away."
Mammon totally laughs at you.
"You're so weak, human. Crying over a stupid movie like this." Despite his words, he reaches over to quickly dry the tears off your face with his hand.
He's totally smug about humans being so emotional...for the rest of the first TSL movie at least.
Despite his bravado, he's brought to tears himself during the second movie, when the Lord of Fools discovers his former lover, Geldie, frozen and dead.
Then, it's all the stupid movies fault, I mean why'd they have to go and make it so sad for? At least you're crying with him.
And, he guesses if he cried at the movie, it only makes sense that such a weak being such as yourself would cry about it too.
Now, when ever you watch movies together, it's a trade off on who's going to burst into tears first, just, please, don't tell his brothers.
Leviathan
Another one who's crying right along with you, though usually more during animated movies/anime. For some reason 2D people make him much more emotional than 3D people.
You're watching a pretty emotional fantasy anime, and during the first episode the main character's beloved friend dies having never been able to accomplish their hopes and dreams.
He's totally trying to hide his own tears, shielding his head in his hands and trying to subtly look towards you.
That is, until he realizes you're crying right along with him.
"M-MC, are y-you really crying?"
You nod, desperately trying to wipe the tears off your face, "I'm sorry, it's so embarrassing."
The minute you say that, he uncovers his own face, showing off his tears, "I-I don't think it's... well, maybe it is a l-little embarrassing...but it's just you and me here, and I don't care if you cry...as long as you don't care if I do..."
"Of course I don't care if you cry, Levi."
His face is now tomato red, he can't believe a normie like you is really crying at an anime, just like him. Maybe you aren't so much of a normie after all.
Now, he keeps his room fully stocked with tissues for your frequent watch parties. He also deliberately chooses the saddest looking anime for the two of you to watch. You might as well get all your tears out together where it's safe.
Satan
The first time you cry in front of him is actually while you're reading together.
You're reading side by side on the couch in the common room. The others are thankfully off doing who knows what, and Satan doesn't care to know as long as they're not disturbing the two of you.
The book you're reading is actually one you've read many times before, and even though you know it's coming, you can't help but cry when the main character is overcome with emotion and is finally able to grieve the death of a beloved sister they did everything in their power to protect.
Satan notices you sniffling, and is a little astounded to find you crying.
He's read countless books, many of them very sad, but never has he been brought to tears by one.
Satan thought he had mastered feeling emotions beyond wrath, but seeing you sobbing while still reading as fast as you can has him admiring you like never before.
He'll wait until you get to a good stopping point in your book before offering you a tissue, "That good, huh?"
You nod, "It gets me every time."
"I guess I'll have to read it then."
He hopes he cries when he reads it, he totally does.
Asmodeus
It's movie night again and you find yourself bawling your eyes out when, after a long adventure, a group of pets are finally reunited with their loving owners.
He spots your tears and gasps dramatically.
"Oh, MC, there's no need to cry. Why don't you come here âĄ" He opens his arms wide to let you cuddle up to him if you weren't already, and he gently wipes your tears away with a tissue.
Asmo isn't immune to crying, in fact he's one of the brothers most prone to it, but movies just don't get the tears flowing for him.
At most you'll get a single tear aesthetically trailing down his cheek.
But don't mistake his lack of tears for judgment, he thinks you're absolutely adorable. He loves when you let yourself feel your emotions without caring what anyone else thinks.
Asmo's done watching the movie at this point, it was fine, but watching you is even more fascinating.
He waits till the movie is finished to tell you, "You cry so beautifully, darling âĄ"
It doesn't matter if you're the ugliest crier known to the three realms, he truly believes you look fantastic even in such a state of emotion.
He's deliberately picking a sad movie next time so he can sneak a photo of you.
He doesn't post it anywhere, at least without your permission, but he's really thinking about contacting an artist and commissioning a painting based off the photo again with your permission, of course
You look great in tears, imagine how beautiful you would look immortalized in oil paints.
You'd outshine the Mona Lisa.
Beelzebub
I think we all know that Beel's only at movie night for the snacks.
Because of that, he's probably not very emotionally invested in the story, at least not as emotionally invested as you.
The movie's barely started and Beel's already gotten up to refill his snacks, and when he returns he finds you crying as the main character takes their sister's place in a tournament that means certain death for them.
Beel doesn't judge you one bit, in fact he probably won't acknowledge the tears beyond handing you one of the napkins he grabbed while he was up so you can wipe the tears away.
He may not cry during movies, but Beel isn't a stranger to crying at things other people may find silly.
He once cried for three hours straight when Belphie visited a food truck that was in the area for a limited time without him. Beel went on to not speak to Belphie for a week.
Beel tries to pay attention better through the rest of the movie (only getting up once more for a refresh of snacks, a new record for him) and notices you cry a few more times, but each time he keeps his eyes on the screen. His hand does inch towards yours to give it a supportive squeeze, though.
"Sorry," you say when the movie is finally finished, "I didn't think that would make me cry so much."
He smiles at you, "It's alright, it was a pretty emotional movie. You should probably drink some water, though." And that's that.
Next movie night, he's going to try to bring enough snacks to last the whole film, as well as some extra water for you in case you do end up crying again.
Belphegor
You think this man can stay awake for a full movie?
Probably, if he tried hard enough, but it's unlikely.
You're actually scrolling through DevilTok, Belphie curled up asleep at your side, when a video popped up of a famous singer inviting a fan they saw in the crowd onstage to perform the dance to the song they were currently singing.
The encouragement from the famous singer and the support of the other background dancers helping the fan stay in the right spot for the entirety of the song had tears rolling down your cheeks.
And, of course, that was when Belphie decided to wake up. "Dummy," He laughed, "are you really crying at a DevilTok?"
You nod, quickly wiping the tears off your face as you explain.
He thinks it's funny and a little endearing, though he won't say that last part out loud.
After that day, he's sending you every slightly sad video he comes across, asking you if that one made you cry.
One day, you'll find a video that makes him cry. Laugh at him and call him a dummy, please.
So I have many disturbing things to say but can't because they are really weird, affectionate yes, but weird and/or creepy. Now imagining Mc saying unhinged things to the brothers that are clearly meant affectionately but also deeply unsettling. I feel like this is Himiko Toga mentality but turned up.
Brothers 124 x Mc
TW: Body horror-ish but also not really? You'll understand if you read it, Mc being unhinged,
Lucifer settled into Mc's hold. They had plopped themselves in his lap to make him stop working. Mc's grip slowly tightened but it was nothing he couldn't handle as a demon. Lucifer rather enjoyed how Mc held him tighter, their arms felt so safe. He nuzzled his face into their neck and squeezed them gently in response. Mc let out a little hum but it seemed disappointed.
"Lucifer?"
"Yes Lamb?"
"Cuddling is no longer enough."
Lucifer lifted his head and tilted it to the left, always ready to have sex but this was unclear "Elaborate, do you need me to fuck you?"
Mc shook their head in disproval "That wouldn't be enough either. I need to peel back your skin and merge every atom pf my being with your very bones."
Lucifer's eyes widened, feeling caught off guard for the first time in centuries "Oh. That's... is this type of need normal for humans?"
Mc shrugged "I dunno, no normal human could use your lap as a stool so don't ask me."
"Good point."
Lucifer pressed his lips into a thin line and took Mc's request with the utmost seriousness. He couldn't quite understand it, but he had a few ways to get them something close to what they wanted, but those could hurt. Mc cupped his cheeks and his gaze focused back onto them.
"Starshine, you don't need to take my request too seriously."
"Fine, but I do wish to know your reasoning."
"Well, because I love you, and I want to be apart of the things I love."
"I suppose that is reasonable, but if you became a part of me like that then how would I hold your hand?"
"But I'd be in your hand bones."
Lucifer started pouting a little because he couldn't give up Mc's presence and being "cute" always seemed to make them give up. Unfortunately this made Mc want to be apart of him even more, hating the space between their atoms that prevented them from ever truly touching. They wanted to slip underneath his skin and flow past his muscles to reinforce the framing of his skeleton, holding his body in place or else his body would collapse into a puddle.
"You're so cute when you pout, poutcifer."
"I do not pout."
"Mc pulled out their pocket mirror and made Lucifer look at the evidence on his own face, making him pout more "If you keep being cute like this then I will want to be in your bones even more."
"Mc, I can't give you what you want, there are spells but it would hurt you and I wouldn't be able to have your presence anymore."
"Fineeeee."
Mc got up off of Lucifer's lap to go make a snack. They did not clarify their plans so Lucifer somehow managed to pout harder, fussy man.
"Where are you going."
"You'd know if I was in your bones."
Lucifer sighed and watched Mc leave. Appreciating the view of their backside as they left was his only solace as he knew Mc was never going to drop their desire to be inside his bones. He slammed his head on the table and whined because now he couldn't cuddle Mc while he worked either. Luckily for him they returned quickly, unfortunately their snack did not stop their desire to be in his bones.
Mc had made themselves very cozy on Mammon's bed. Mammon was busy, Gambling or something I dunno, so Mc took the opportunity they were presented with. It was rather late by the time Mammon got back and he almost screamed when he pulled back the covers. There was definitely not supposed to be a human in his bed, so what does he do? He hits the mattress hard enough to make Mc aireborne but not enough to hurt them. Mc awoke and squeaked as they hit the mattress again.
"Mammon!"
"Yes bed thief?"
"Big words coming from a regular thief."
Mammon looked away but he was clearly blushing "Yeah yeah, but yer hogging the bed so scoot."
Mc scooted over so Mammon could crawl in. Mammon made himself right at home since it is his bed. He got as close to Mc as possible since they clearly wanted him if they were in his bed. Mc did not believe him to be close enough and wrapped their arms around him and pressed into him like they wanted to merge with his flesh.
"This is probably very greedy to say but I need so much more of you. Do you think there's a way to make a tiny copy of you that can fit in a syringe so I can inject you into my veins."
Mammon didn't even flinch, this was not the first time Mc has said something strange to him and it makes him discover common sense "Mc, we have different blood types. Demon blood probably shouldn't mix with Humans like that."
"It's cute how you suddenly become smart when it's about my safety."
"Well the great Mammon's gotta protect ya after all."
"Yes, which is why I need you in my veins, protect my bloodstream from bacteria, become a white blood cell."
"But I'm not white."
Mc rolled their eyes since the Devs didn't seem to agree "your hair is white."
Mammon smiled like Mc said something amazing, it was cute "Oh yeah."
Unfortunately Mammon was too cute and Mc pressed the entirety of their body into him like that would magically insert him into their veins. They wanted, no, needed Mammon in their veins to take up the space in their heart where their blood oxygenated and deoxygenated through every ventricle. They needed him to clot their aorta so he could be the only thing making their heart stop.
"Mc I can't breathe."
Mc groaned like it was inconvenient but still let go "Fineee, where's that demon durability when we need it?"
"At the bar getting a drink with the guy I lost it to."
Mc hit Mammon with a pillow but they both still laughed.
"You're such a silly bird, I need to blend you into a smoothie so I can digest you."
"Yer a really weird human."
"What did you expect? Me to welcome my place in hell and still act like a normal person?"
"Fair."
Mammon decided Mc pulled themselves too far away when letting him breathe. He pulled them back into him and pulled out his wings to wrap around him. Mc welcomed this and pressed into him again with less pressure, but now Mammon was pressing back because of how much he needed them.
"By the way, Mc, I'd like ya in my veins too."
Mc pressed their side into Satan as they worked together to feed the cats. Satan leaned into them too, enjoying the closeness as he set down a new can of tuna for several kittens and their mother. Mc knelt down to pet the momma cat but kept a hand on Satan. The cat didn't enjoy it so much as tolerate it so Mc moved back to Satan's side to press into him once more l.
"Is there any way for me to get closer to you?"
"Mc, I don't think it's possible for you to get any closer."
"You don't understand Tan-Tan, I do not care if it causes an explosion, I need my atoms to merge with your atoms. I loathe the space between our atoms that keeps me from colliding with you."
Satan turned very red, discovering something entirely new about himself when he found he loved the idea. He had found himself craving more touch in a way he thought was unnatural but Mc put it into words with ease. Unfortunately Satan was still a reasonable demon that understood limitation.
"that's not possible Mc. I could possess yo-"
"Please do."
"No, it hurts."
"It would be worth it."
Satan tilted his head to the right "You really want to merge with me that badly?"
"Yes. There is an infinite space between atoms preventing me from ever truly touching you. I wish to defy that and space inside your very being. If I can never touch you, then how can I ever hold you? If we have no way to swap skins then how do I know if I've ever truly felt your warmth at all?"
Poor Satan could not handle how romantic it sounded and was ready to give in to find something. However this made him wonder, if he was once apart of Lucifer does that mean he only knows the warmth of his mother brother and was it his wrath that kept him warm or the love Lucifer had for the others. Mc caught onto Satan zoning out and hugged him.
"What if we used that cursed book that swapped you and Lucifer's bodies. Then you could know my warmth and I could know yours."
"That doesn't sound so bad. Much less painful than demonic possession."
Satan ran off and Mc waited with the cats. Mc pet one of the more relaxed kittens as they waited for their demon. Satan ran back after a few minutes holding up the book. He then proceeded to trip on a rock and accidentally swap bodies with the cat instead. Oh well, they can try again when it's over.
Pairing: Asmo x gn!reader
Genre: nsfw themes in the beginning, angst, fluff
Warnings: listening in on others having sex and masturbating is briefly and vaguely mentioned in the beginning. Mentions of blood. choking, suffocating, âdyingâ
Summary:Â Many choose to forget their love. You donât know if you have that option.
Word Count: 5.8kÂ
ObeyMAX day: July 10 - AsmoÂ
Hanahaki Disease is an illness born from unrequited love. Flowers begin to bloom in your lungs, feeding off of the tissue, and using your nutrients as its own. If your feelings arenât returned, the flowers will continue to grow until they suffocate you. The only cure, besides having the love returned, is to remove the flowers from your lungs. However, if you go through with this procedure you will lose all memories of your love. Many choose to forget, you donât think you want to make that choice.Â
âąÂ°âąA/N:Yeah, I did something like that. Why? Are you really going to ask? I'm a writer . I have free will lmao. But yeah. As I wrote, it's part 1 đđ». I plan to do it for all characters (demons for sure) . Maybe I'll find something interesting for Solomon and Simeon too.
It wouldn't be surprising to get to know their demon forms better. Especially after knowing there are some parts completely different from humans, right? Wings, horns, tails. Their teeth, tongues, some symbols on their body. And something even more unexpected than you could think. Their intimate parts.
Well, it was more inhuman than you thought⊠There's not a big difference from human size, but both the front and back were still different. Made for pleasure. Created like for Incubus.
As you asked Asmodeus about it, he was happy to show you. If you're really interested, of course you can know more! And since you'll study with him, he will like it too.
He was ready right away, taking you to his room, asking what exactly you wanted to know. Please, tell him now? He must know what to prepare in advance. Even if you are already together behind closed doors of his room. His body pushing onto yours, with pink on his cheeks.
First, he took all of his clothes off, letting you look at him from head to toes. And as always he knows what you are thinking - he's beautiful. Handsome. He moved slightly around, touching his dick a little, showing off pink tip, slightly hardening. Licking his lips.
But what's that about? You know his human form very well already. What you're here for is his demon form~. After knowing he has your attention, he turned. His wings appearing, horns sticking out of his head. Black hearts moving onto his arm. And then, between his thighs, a pretty cock, that turned out slightly different from humansâ.
His shaft was more curved upwards, with bumps on all sides. They created small folds and texture that wasn't so pointy, but still visible. And you would be able to feel them for sure.
The color darkened a little around the base, and it thickened. His tip was bright pink, really pointy and heading more upwards from the textured tip, filled with really small bumps.
Seeing how hard you stare at him, he smiled, giving himself a few pumps in his hand. From his tip there was flowing a lot of slick liquid, dripping into his hand and almost on the floor.
âDo you like it? Pretty, right? I'm sure you would feel like in heaven with it inside.â
While being pretty confident, he wanted you to touch him too. Moving your hand to his length, allowing him to feel all you want.
The liquid was probably a precum, but there was a lot of it. More watery, but still thick enough to stick to skin and stay here for a long time.
He was hard, but pleasantly squishy, like he would fit anywhere without giving you discomfort. The folds on his shaft sturdy enough to feel them, but not hard to hurt. The same with a pointy tip that curved naturally.
Like Asmo said, it's all for giving the best pleasure.
He was pleasant on your tongue. And the liquid was sweet. A little musky in smell, but really pleasant. You could feel that you want more of him. Bumps scratching the roof of your mouth. With that nice feeling, you could feel your own arousal.
In his demon form, he could give you an aphrodisiac right with his own precum, so it's easier for others to accept demons. But he knows you don't need it. You like his dick, don't you? You can feel the sweetness of his aphrodisiac on your tongue, and you'll love it even more.
~AFAB / female bodied reader
He knew there's no rush, but he also knew there's no need to make you wait. As he promised, he will let you feel heaven with how he'll fuck you.
There's no need to prepare you. You're so wet and soft there's no holding back. You take him inside slowly. He lets you get used to new feelings.
His cock is pulsating a lot, making you feel every curve, and his pointy tip hits your sweet point, letting him know where it is exactly.
So now, he can adjust his position, so all friction he has on his length is pushed against your favorite places. Everything is wet and sticky. Your insides are overflowing with your own juice and his precum as it makes it all go smoothly.
He uses moves he uses usually. Stroking your clit with his pelvis while moving his hips sensually.
Sometimes he pulls out, feeling you squeezing him hard. Knowing you can cum very easily with all of that, right? You never experienced it all before? That's the power of the incubus demon, dear.
While he's at it, he rubs his tip around your clit, seeing you tremble. Hearing you moan with overestimation of the small bumps.
Then, when he lets you cum, it's so intense that your eyes roll back your head. You tremble, squeeze him inside. And he hums with a happy smile.
When he comes, you feel the hot liquid inside. Some of it flowed out around his swollen base. Just like his dick is built to hold his cum inside of his partner.
It's hot and sticky. Your insides tingling from it. The pointy tip delivers it to the farthest part he can reach.
~AMAB / male bodied reader
First of all, he decides to show you how long his tongue can get. With small bumps like his dick, he sucks you off like a master. Leaving you gasping and sensitive, like you're about to cum. Both that and his aphrodisiac makes you hot and tingling.
He uses his tongue on your hole, loosening you up a bit, feeling how soft and ready you're getting in that short time. Oh yes, he's sure you won't forget that sex.
But tonight is not about oral. Not this time. Now it's about his dick, right? The rest of the job he leaves to the non-human cock in front of him.
Kneeling between your legs he smears his precum around your hole, pulling the ring of muscles to the sides. Letting you stretch more and more. At first he's not putting all of it inside. He inserts only his tip, and some more to find your prostate. When he finds it, he stays here, swaying his hips a little, making your swelling point more sensitive, while allowing his dick to pump you up with his natural lubricant.
With a grin he watches as your twitching, tight but soft hole grips him, when he pushes further. Muscles accepting each bump, pulling them inside. The biggest one's scraping on your prostate with ease. Long tip reaching deeper than usual.
With sly ideas, he moves slowly, forcing you to cum quickly, abusing your sweet points. With all of the precum you have inside, you still feel sensitive and needy. Your dick still hard, like you didn't cum just now. Your hole is sucking him so he'll stay inside.
See how easily that dick can make you cum? And they say human males aren't able to have orgasm only from back here very easily.
With you having a dick yourself he has one more thing to show you. He doesn't mind fucking you with his dick, or being fucked by you. But let's be honest, you won't be able to do it. He'll do the fucking, even if you're on top.
His own hole was more wet than it should be. When he sat down on your cock, you could feel all the hot gripping and sucking. It would be hard to not cum right away. That's why he's doing the fucking now too.
The way he can just suck you up and make you cum without moving was adorable for him. His insides like moving on their own around you, accepting even if you cum few times, even inside. Not allowing you to pull out or escape until he said so.
No matter how weak you become with extreme pleasure. Trembling or crying, he knows it'll be pleasurable for you. So don't worry.
âąÂ°âąA/N:Please do not ask. I'm probably ovulating. ETERNAL ovulation??? But I think there are some freaks who'll enjoy idea with me đ
Obey me characters with an MC who does reckless things because they're afraid of being a burden.
Self indulgent, comfort, angst Less headcannons, more drabbles.
First, in a group chat without MC: House of Lamentation (7)
Satan: I just found MC in the kitchen, trying to open a can with a chef knife.
Mammon: WHAT
Mammon: Why would they wanna do something like that??
Asmo: (Wide eyed emoji)
Belphie: Yea, that's stupid even for Mammon
Mammon: HEY!
Satan: They couldn't find the can opener, and they said they didn't want to bother anyone.
Levi: That's actually kind of cute.
Levi: It's just like the main character of this anime I just started watching who acts really tough and independent, but deep down is afraid to ask for help and just wants to be loved!
Satan: That's not all
Lucifer: it's not?
Satan: Solomon saw MC yesterday climbing the bookshelves in the RAD library.
Satan: Apparently they'd reached the sixth shelf before he could levitate them and the book they needed back to the ground.
Beel: Are all humans like this?
Lucifer: No. It seems we've found a particularly troublesome one.
Levi: Actually I saw them do something similar earlier this week.
Asmo: Oh no.
Asmo: I bet Mammon's having a heart attack rn
Mammon: (sweaty nervous emoji)
Levi: They were standing on the counter trying to reach something on the top of the cabinets waaaay in the back.
Belphie: That's not that bad
Levi: They were also standing on an upside down pot because they were still too short.
Levi: and they were wearing heels.
Lucifer: Everyone, make sure to keep an eye on MC as often as possible
Lucifer
Sighs out loud reading the group chat
"And here I thought I would just have to protect MC from demon attacks"
He decides to have a talk with you once he gets a little time, and not just about safety. He has a whole lecture planned out about climbing the book cases at RAD.
Unfortunately he's swamped with paperwork and bills to go through, so he doesn't have the chance to talk to you right away.
The next day, however, you're all invited to the Demon Lord's Castle for another overnight retreat, or event of some sort.
Everyone is having fun and causing a ruckus, as usual, and at some point during the evening the group loses you.
You excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, but the palace is so huge you get lost even with directions. At a certain point you know you can find your way back and ask for help, but you can't bring yourself to, and decide to press on to try to find it yourself.
Eventually you find yourself standing in front of an ornate mirror with no reflection. You stop and ponder it for a moment, and as you're about to step away you hear a whisper. You can't make out what it says, but it compels you to step closer. In a corner of the reflected room you notice what looks like a puppet made of bone, with blackened eyes.
"~MC~..." An ethereal whisper, "...c...l...oser..." and in a blink of your eye it's closer to you, and you've stepped closer without realizing it.
Your heart is racing, but you can't stop yourself from reaching out to the mirror. Is it really a mirror...? Another blink and the bone puppet is closer. It tilts it's head at you, and outstretches an arm.
You try to pull back, but realize you can't, you're now mirroring the actions of the puppet as it steps closer, and closer.
Suddenly your vision goes black and you're pulled backwards by the waist, away from the mirror.
After a moment, Lucifer removes his gloved hand from over your eyes, and spins you to face him. He looks worried, frightened almost, but soon regains his composure.
"I thought you were going to the bathroom, MC" He says
It takes you a second to form words again, "I... I was.... I got lost" You had to really think hard about it for a moment.
Lucifer sighs, "You know the castle can be dangerous. If you weren't sure where to go, why not ask someone to show you?"
You were feeling particularly vulnerable after what had just happened, and so decided to be deeply honest, "I'm afraid of being a burden..." you mumble.
He's surprised by the admission, but pulls you close.
"Of all the burdens I've had to shoulder in this life, I promise that you are not one of them, MC" He whispers into your hair as he kisses the top of your head.
Mammon
Immediately goes to find you after he finishes reading the group chat.
He finds you doing something dangerous with a knife again, and grabs your wrist to stop you.
"Oi, human!" He only calls you that when he's angry, which is rare, "What do ya think yer doin'?"
"I'm just-" he cuts you off
"I don' wanna hear it!"
"Then why did you ask?" you're stare at him. Mammon's face reddens and he realizes he's still holding your wrist, so he gently takes the knife out of your hand and sets it down.
"I mean- What's goin' on with ya lately? Everyone says yer doin' a buncha dangerous stuff!" He put his hands on his hips and only resumes eye contact as he finishes his sentence.
"What do you-?"
"Like climbin' bookshelves, and whatever this is-!" He gestures to the knife and you look away. You're silent for a while; too long for Mammon to take, "C'mon, MC, talk to me" His voice finally softens, arms dropping to his sides. You finally meet his eyes, and the look of concern on his face is heartbreaking.
"I like doing things myself..." you can tell he's not buying it, "I... I just don't want to be a burden..." You admit quietly, voice wavering somewhat.
His eyes go wide, "...MC..." he says softly. Mammon pulls you in for a tight hug, one arm wrapping around your shoulders, and the other hand resting on the back of your head, and holds you like he'd do anything in the world to protect you, which he would.
"Listen up, 'cuz Mammon's gonna give you some free advice" you hear a sniffle, and realize he's crying.
His human was hurting like this, and he never even noticed. What kinda demon am I? He thought, but he knew this wasn't about him right now, so he held you tighter.
"You will never be a burden to me...Ya got that?"
Leviathan
Thinks its pretty adorable that you actually seem to be a little tsundere.
Because of this, and his social anxiety, he doesn't confront you about it right away. Not until the jellyfish incident anyway.
One night you're hanging out with Levi in his room, when you notice that one of his jelly fish decorations had fallen to the ground. So, you decide to string it back up for him.
You looked around, Levi absorbed in his game, and tried to judge the distance between the edge of the bed-tub and the ceiling. That should do it! you think, and climb the edge of the bed-tub. The edge was difficult to balance on, but you knew you'd be careful, and you could almost reach.
Levi turned around just in time to see you, arms stretched too far over your head and on your tip toes on the edge of the tub, and watched as you lose balance completely. He saw it, you were going to fall backwards toward the other side of the tub and crack your head!
Now, he may not be as fast as Mammon, but he is still a demon after all, and just as you felt the jolt of the fall as your foot slipped, you felt arms around your middle, pulling you forcefully forward.
Leviathan had jumped to your rescue, unconsciously changing into his demon form, discarding his controller unceremoniously to the floor, and in his panic underestimated his own strength.
The two of you ended up both landing on the floor, you on top of a very red Leviathan.
"Wh-wh-what were you doing normie?! You were about to fall and crack your skull on the tub!"
You guiltily hold up the jellyfish, "I was just trying to fix it"
"Well get a ladder next time!" It's taking everything in Levi to ignore the position your both in, because its' just like that time in- nevermind, this is more important.
"All you had to do was say something! I was sitting right there!" He still hasn't let you go. He sees the look on your face change into something he can't quite get a read on, but whatever it is, is also full of sadness. "You could have died just then, MC. Why wouldn't you just ask for some help?" His voice is softer, "I was right there" and softer still, almost desperate.
"I..." He could tell whatever you were about to say was difficult for you, "I'm just so afraid of being a burden"
He's heartbroken, "You're my best friend, my player two, my Henry th-the- the person I love" He goes red again and quickly continues as if to bury the words beneath more words, "You're a lot of things, MC, but you're not a burden"
Asmodeous
Worrying is bad for the skin. Worrying is bad for the skin. Worrying is bad for the skin. But he can't help it.
One night you get home particularly late, and none of the brothers have seen you. They were about to send out a search party when you finally came home.
When he finds out you walked home alone again, and were so late because you got lost, that's when he finally decides to confront you.
"You walked home alone again? And took WHICH street?! MC don't you know how dangerous it is for a human in the Devildom, especially one with no real magical powers? Not to mention in that area!"
How were you supposed to know? You were lost. He knows these things, but doesn't give you a chance to point them out.
"Beel saw you leave right after classes. If you were so lost why didn't you call one of us?" he asks. The worry and exasperation is plain in his voice.
"I..." you start, "I didn't want to bother anyone that's all" but he can tell there's more to it than that.
"Why are you so worried about bothering us? Don't you know we care about you?" He asks, concern slowly turning to sadness.
"I just don't want to be a burden..."
His eyes go wider than before, which you didn't think was possible. "What in the three realms would give you the idea that you're a burden? MC, you're so precious to me, and if anything were to ever happen, I-"
He begins welling up with tears and pulls you into a tight hug.
"MC, I was worried sick. We all were. Please... Come to me when you need help... I love you"
Satan
He walked in and found you trying to use a chef knife to open a can, brought you the can opener, and ultimately left; not entirely sure what to make of the situation yet.
The next time he saw you, you were climbing on top of an unsteady looking stack of books to reach something in the House's library.
Were those one of his stacks? Had you stacked them yourself? It didn't matter. What mattered was that the books all began slipping out from under you.
He rushed over, and caught you with ease as you fell, but your momentum ended up knocking you both to the ground.
He sighs, "What am I going to do with you?"
"Sorry, " you let out an embarrassed laugh, "Are you okay?"
"Yea, and you?" he asks. You nod, and he helps you up. To his confusion you immediately begin stacking the books back up.
"What do you think you're doing?" He asks, suspicious. It looks like you're about to try to climb the stack again.
"There's a book I need" He was right.
This must be how Lucifer feels. He sighs again, and grabs your hand to stop you.
"You can't keep doing stuff like this, MC. It's dangerous" He looks serious, but his cheeks are a little pink, "I'm worried about you. Why won't you ask for help?"
"I..." You start, but hesitate, averting your eyes.
"Tell me the truth, MC" Satan almost pleads, a sad look in his eyes.
"I don't want to be a burden... that's all..." You say, so quietly it's almost a sigh.
Suddenly it all made sense; the way you tried to hide when you were upset, how you always carried just a little too much, the way you always offered to help, even if there was little work to do... Why hadn't he put the pieces together before now?
"Then, I need you to do something for me" He says, after thinking a moment. He steps closer, "I need you to start asking for help,"
He pulls you close, and hugs you tightly, "I know it'll be difficult, but that's why I'll always be there for you"
He pulls away slightly, still holding you, to look into your eyes. His face is very red now, "I'll do whatever it takes to show you that you're not a burden," Kindness and determination burn in his eyes as he leans in for a kiss.
Beelzebub
He was walking down the hall when he spots you down at the other end near an open window.
The wind blew something out of your hand, so you leaned out the window to try to grab it. This is when Beel got worried, his instincts kicked in and he picked up his pace.
Your homework got caught by the wind, but stopped by some of the vines clinging to the House of Lamentation, so you leaned out the window but it was just out of reach. You knew you could get it if you could reach just a little further, so you lean out a little more... Just a little more...
Unfortunately that's when you lost balance, and felt yourself tip forward. You'd be out the window in no time flat, and then you'd be flattened on the ground.
Thankfully Beel was able to grab you by the waist and hoist you back inside to safety.
You thank him, and explain the situation but he still looks confused.
"Why wouldn't you just come get one of us? We could've easily gotten it down for you" he asks.
"I thought I'd be able to reach" you try, with an embarrassed and unconvincing smile.
"Tell me the truth, MC. Why are you so afraid to ask for help?"
"I don't want to be a burden..." You say softly, sadness written plainly on your face and in your voice.
"Oh" You look up and the sad, sympathetic look Beel gives you makes you want to cry. "I know the feeling"
"You do?" You ask, tears beginning to spill over
"You think I don't know how many problems my stomach causes for everyone?" He gives you a slightly more serious look, "But that doesn't matter" And now a reassuring, although still slightly sad smile, "Because the people who love and care about you will never think of you as a burden. And trust me, MC, there are plenty of people who love and care about you"
"Like who?" You didn't want to ask, part of your brain knew the answer, but you just had to silence those negative voices.
Beel blushed, "Like me" he says, then silently wipes the tears from your face and pulls you into the softest, safest hug you've ever felt.
Belphegor
He wasn't worried at all initially. Sure humans are fragile compared to demons, but they're not that fragile. Plus you've survived this long on your own and now you've got demons, angels, a prince, and a sorcerer all looking out for you. Not to mention the way brothers' tend to exaggerate.
He was laying outside under a large tree, intending to try out a new nap spot, when he saw you leaning out of the window.
He smiled and was about to wave when he realized something was wrong. You were leaning too far out of the window. You were going to-
He jolted upright like he'd been hit by lightning as he watched you lose your balance
He already knew there was no way he'd be able to make it to you in time, even with demonic speed.
Thankfully Beel was there. Belphie let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding when he saw Beel pull you back inside and got up to go make sure you're alright.
He realizes his brothers were right to be worried, and he's angry about it.
You're on your way back to your room by the time he catches up with you, but he can see that your eyes are red from crying, and his anger evaporates. He asks you what's wrong, and you explain everything.
Why you almost fell out the window, your conversation with Beel, and how you're afraid of being a burden.
"Well, Beel's right, you could never be a burden to any of us" He says, so don't even worry about it" he says, giving you an easy smile, despite how sad he felt for his human.
"That's... Easier said than done..." You reply, unconvinced.
"That's why I'll always be by your side, MC. I won't even give you the chance to worry about it!"
He pulls you into a hug and strokes your hair, starting the waterworks all over again. He'll hold you until you've calmed down again, and then pull you up to the attic where you two can make a pillow fort and nap.
He'll probably also start a tickle fight just to hear you laugh again.
Btw, who made you feel this way, MC, he just wants to murder torture talk.
Diavolo
Lucifer has shared his concerns, as he often does, so Diavolo is aware of your reckless nature. He finds it somewhat amusing, but mostly concerning.
It's during one of the events that he finally witnesses it for himself.
He always found it sweet how you tried to help everyone, and you were doing it again. You were running around helping all of the brothers with everything. He doesn't know how those seven managed without you before you came to the Devildom, and the way they rely on you is more than a little amusing.
This time you were helping Asmo with decorations, but he seemed to have disappeared somewhere, no doubt to fix his makeup, or to take a break to avoid sweating too much.
When Diavolo walked in his eyes went wide. You were using progressively taller stacks of chairs to climb the tallest stack in the room in order to hang decorations on the ceiling, and your arms were so full of supplies that there was no way you could balance properly on the already unsteady stacks.
He'd already made it to the base of the stacks when the one you were on started to wobble.
"MC!" he called out in a panic, but this seemed to startle you, and the jolt caused you, the stack of chairs, and all your decorations to come crashing down.
Diavolo caught you effortlessly, and shielded you from any flying chairs in the process.
"Mc, are you okay?" He asks, eyes still wide, "what in the Devildom were you thinking?"
"Sorry, I was just trying to help" you say
He feels anger towards the brothers creeping in the back of his mind. That they would leave you alone, with so much work, and still none of them are to be found after such a loud crash; it's unacceptable. But he pushes those thoughts back for now.
"That was dangerous, even for a demon. You could have been seriously injured just now," The look of concern on his face tugs at your heart.
"Sorry" you mumble again, "You can put me down, now... I should start cleaning up"
"Forgive me for being selfish," He smiles a little, "But I don't think I want to put you down just yet. The clean up can wait"
Your face reddens. You're not sure what to say to that, but you can't deny that it feels good to be held like this in his strong arms.
He looks briefly around at the mess of scattered chairs and decorations that you had intended to hang and clean up by yourself, "Tell me, MC," He looks back to you, "You seem to have a hard time asking for help, why is that?"
You're surprised by the directness of the question, and look away. He notices, and feels a bit guilty, but knows that if things continue the way they are, you will definitely get hurt one day.
"I guess it's because... I'm afraid of being a burden" you answer honestly. You feel that you owe him that much.
"I see..." He hums, then smiles happily, "Then perhaps I should carry you around until you admit that you are not a burden!"
"WHAT?" the look on your face makes him laugh heartily.
"Just kidding!" He chuckles, "...Maybe"
"Diavolo that's- I-"
"You are extraordinary, MC," There's a serious look on his face now, "In fact I could describe you in a million different ways, but the word 'burden' would never be among them"
He begins walking out of the room, still carrying you in his arms.
"What are you doing? What about the decorations?"
"I think I'd like to keep you to myself for the day, if that's alright with you, my dear" Diavolo smiles down at you.
As you two walk down the hall, away from the ballroom you hear the brothers' voices as they enter, "Whoa? What the heck happened in here?" Mammon exclaims.
Barbatos
He had invited you for tea, and you offered to help Barbatos make and serve it.
You try to carry too much, and in your rush drop the entire tray, shattering the beautiful tea set and all of the plates of desserts.
"I'm so sorry!" You immediately bend down and begin tying to pick up the pieces, "I'll replace it-" You stop as you realize that you're not sure you could even afford to replace a royal tea set.
"Allow me to help" Barbatos says, bending down.
"No, no, it's fine! I can get it!" You look up and give him an unconvincing smile, and while you're not paying attention to what you're doing, you slice your hand open on one of the sharp pieces of porcelain.
Barbatos pulls a roll of gauze and bandages out of one of his pockets, "Let's get this taken care of, shall we?" he says, but you're still picking up pieces with your other hand.
"I can do it, I just-..."
"It's only a tea set," As Barbatos stills your frantic hands, he notices your tears.
"I'm sorry," You finally say after a long moment of silence, during which he begins bandaging your injured hand, "I tried to help, but I was still only a burden after all..." Barbatos is surprised by this admission, to say the least.
"You should know that It makes me very happy to be able help and take care of people. I especially enjoy the way your face lights up with a tinge of surprise whenever I do something for you that you are not expecting..." He pauses in thought, and looks as though he's realized something that makes him sad, but whatever it is, he keeps it to himself. He finishes bandaging your hand, and places his on the side of your face.
"MC, It is a pleasure, and genuinely brings me joy to be able to do things for you. Please allow me to help you more often."
He takes a handkerchief out of his pocket and dries your tears.
He leads you to sit in a comfortable chair, "Please, rest until you feel better, and allow me to take complete care of you today"
He makes some tea and food for you both to share and makes sure you don't have to lift a finger for the rest of the day, leaving the broken tea set completely forgotten on the floor in the other room for the time being.
He always has kind words for you whenever you see each other, and while he enjoys your help in the kitchen, he always makes sure not to let you do too much, and he never lets you clean up.
He takes extra care of you from now on, and Diavolo finds it absolutely adorable, though he may be a tiny bit jealous.
Solomon
You might've actually given this man a heart attack.
He would've thought it was funny if it hadn't looked like the bookshelf was about to come crashing down on top of you.
"Don't worry! I'm used to climbing things; I'm careful!" You try to convince him, "That does not, in fact, make me feel any better, MC"
He dedicates time to teaching you a levitation spell or two, depending on your magical abilities, so you don't have to climb things any more.
As he's teaching you he decides to ask you about the book shelf incident.
"Something's been on my mind lately" He says, turning to you as you practice. You ask him what it is as you turn your attention to his face and notice that he looks troubled. "The other day, in the library. You knew I was there, sitting nearby... Why didn't you just ask for my help?"
"Oh, I just thought I could get the book myself" That wasn't the answer he was looking for, so he presses on.
"But surely it would've been easier to use a ladder, then. wouldn't it?"
"Well... I- uh- wasn't sure where they were" you sounded a little embarrassed, and turned your attention back to the spell.
Solomon looks a little saddened, "Hmm..." he pauses. You didn't want his help and you didn't even want to ask him a simple question? "MC, is there a reason you didn't want to ask me for help?" Watching you, he saw that the question gave you pause.
"I... have a hard time asking for help sometimes..." You admit, hoping that's the end of it. But of course, it isn't.
"Oh?" he gently prompts you to explain.
He can tell that you're only pretending to pay attention to the spell now, to avoid eye contact, "I've just always been afraid of being a burden"
His face grows sadder for a moment, but you continue to avoid his gaze. He folds his arms, and moves a closed fist to his chin in thought.
"I think that sometimes, not asking for help can be more of a burden" he says, finally catching your attention. You look up questioningly and he continues in a gentle voice, "Think about it, you're placing too much of the burden on yourself, which is making everyone around you worry. And besides that, what if you get hurt? Then you'll need more help from others than you would have in the first place"
It's your turn to look troubled. You hadn't realized that you were worrying everyone, or that you were causing them trouble.
He lets you think for a moment, before placing a comforting hand on your back.
"MC, it's okay to rely on others. People like it when you ask for help. It makes them feel special to you" He says, and when you look up he's giving you one of the kindest smiles you've ever seen on this shady magic boomer's face.
He hopes you catch his little hint, I want to feel special to you, MC
"Thank you, Solomon. I'd never thought of it that way" you smile back, "I'll try to ask for your help more often"
"I'll look forward to it!" He says with an even brighter smile.
Simeon
He noticed just in time; you had decided to walk home alone again and two suspicious looking demons were about to corner you down an alley.
You were scared, you think they had been following you for at least a couple blocks, and now you had nowhere to go. You were at a dead end.
"You two want to leave." A familiar voice, "NOW." Simeon was smiling, but he looked so intimidating in the shadow of the alley, and something ominous was also radiating off of him. Was he angry?
"C'mon it's not worth it" one of the demons said, "Killjoy" said the other. Simeon watches them leave with an intimidating expression before finally approaching you.
"MC, are you alright?" He asks, features now full of concern.
"Yea! Thanks for that, I was starting to get a little worried"
The concern on his face grows, didn't you know how much danger you'd been in just then? "Those two had been following you for a while... Why didn't you call out for help? Or call someone on your D.D.D?"
"Well... I- I just thought maybe they were walking in the same direction, so I wasn't sure..." You sounded nervous.
How could you be unsure? Simeon had never seen a more suspicious looking pair of demons in his life, and if you'd heard what they were saying they wanted to do to you, you'd understand why he was angry. He sighs.
He notices you're shaking, ever so slightly. Maybe you had overheard... You seemed to be more shaken than you were trying to let on.
In the silence he realizes that this part of town wouldn't be part of your normal route back to the House of Lamentation, "Were you lost?" You nod. "Why not ask for directions?" He asks
"Everyone was so busy when I left RAD... I didn't want to bother them. They're always taking care of me as it is... I just thought..."
So that's why you were walking home alone
"I'll walk you back then" he offers you his hand, and you want to take it, but to his surprise you can't bring yourself to.
"That's alright! You've already done so much for me. I'm sure I can find my way home now!" You try to force a smile, but Simeon can see right through you.
"MC... What's really going on?" His face is serious again but his voice is kind as he steps closer and rests a hand on your shaking arm.
You can't hold back tears any more, "I... Just don't... want to be a burden... to anyone" The quiet words break Simeon's heart.
Who could've made you feel this way?
He draws you into a strong, gentle hug, cradling the back of your head to hold you closer and stroke your hair.
"Don't ever think like that, MC" He breathes into your ear, "You are so loved"
Luke
You're going to give this smoll baby angel a heart attack, and there's not much he can even do to about it.
You were carrying too much, like you always do, and Luke noticed almost too late.
You were heading straight for the stairs, and your books and supplies were stacked too high for you to see!
"MC, LOOK OUT!" he shouts.
You stop just as your foot passes the threshold of the first stair and you feel the drop.
You drop everything you're carrying, but thanks to Luke's warning you stopped your own momentum before you could tumble down the stairs with everything else.
Relief floods through Luke as you stare at the mess, shaken and disheartened by the prospect of the clean up.
He runs to you, demanding to know that you're okay.
Of course he helps you clean up and carries as much as he can for you.
He's always offering to carry things for you now, even if all you have is a book or two.
Warnings: mentions of insecurity surrounding body image, physical appearance, self-worth.
Lucifer
It was the day after a party Diavolo had thrown at his castle. You had had fun for the most part, dancing with the brothers and eating delicious foods prepared by Barbatos.Â
But you also remembered how it had felt to look around the room and realize you were surrounded by gorgeous demons, not a single flaw on anyoneâs face. Doubt and insecurity had begun to creep into your mind, and that feeling had carried over into the next day.
You had only talked briefly with Lucifer at the party because he was too busy interacting with Diavoloâs guests. Every time you tried to catch his eye, you noticed how beautiful whoever he was talking to was and found yourself swallowing down your greeting.
Currently Lucifer was at his desk like always, scribbling down notes and shuffling through papers. You brought him afternoon tea and sat reading in one of his armchairs to keep him company.
You had been telling yourself that you were going to ask him the question that was burning in your mind, but an hour had already passed since you first came in. You tried to distract yourself with your book but the words were fuzzy on the page. Finally, you spoke. âLuci?â
He didnât look up from his desk when he answered, âYes, love?â
âDo you⊠do you ever wish I was more beautiful?â
The scratching of his pen stopped immediately and Lucifer lowered the papers he was holding to show his face, a carefully blank expression revealing nothing. âWhat exactly do you mean by that question?â
âI mean exactly what I asked. Do you ever wish I was more beautiful? More attractive? As the Avatar of Pride have you ever been⊠embarrassed to be seen with me?â
At this Luciferâs expression grew cold and furious. âHas someone⊠made you feel this way? Has someone made you feel as if you are inadequate?â You shook your head sadly and whispered, âNo, just my own brain.â
âAh, I see. Well pet, I donât ever wish you were more beautiful because you are the most beautiful being Iâve ever seen. So it would be physically impossible for you to be more beautiful than you are now.â
You snorted. âLuci, that was so cheesy. Your brothers would throw up if they heard what you just said.â Luciferâs lips quirked up in amusement. âWell, Iâm glad I was able to make you laugh. And I do mean what I said. Iâve never once felt embarrassed to be with you; you are my pride, the source of my happiness. If anyone were to suggest otherwise, I would gladly kill them.â
âLuci, weâve been over this. You canât just kill everyone who is mildly rude to me.â
Lucifer went back to working on his papers but there was a gentle smile on his face. âDarling, youâll find that I definitely can. I have a permit.â
Mammon
You were regretting tagging along to one of Mammonâs photo shoots. At first, it seemed like a fun idea getting to look at all the clothes, makeup, and jewelry. Plus, you really wanted to see what Mammon was like when he was working professionally.Â
It was fun at first, you cooing over how handsome Mammon looked in his outfit and watching him get all flustered and blushy. But then the actual photoshoot started and you watched as Mammon posed with a stunning model.
You tried to not let your insecurities get the best of you. You were here to support Mammon! But as the shoot progressed you couldnât help but start to compare yourself, keeping track of how they were more beautiful and you more flawed.Â
The photographer stopped to take a break and Mammon immediately bounced over to you. âMC, did you see me? How does it feel to watch the Great Mammon in his natural element? I look good, donât I?â
You caressed Mammonâs cheek and feigned a bright smile. âYou were amazing Mammon! You look so handsome. And this is such a cool outfit!â But Mammon was somehow always able to tell when you were faking a good mood and he frowned. âMC, is something wrong? You look sad. Did something happen?â
You opened your mouth, an excuse ready on your lips, but found you couldnât lie right to Mammonâs face. You gestured toward the model who was talking to their manager in the corner. âDo you ever wish I looked like that?â
Mammon cocked his head, confused. âDo I ever wish you had blue hair? Not particularly? Although now that I think about it, blue hair would look cool on you too.â
You sighed. âNo, I mean do you ever wish I looked like a model? Sexier? Or prettier?â Mammon thought for a moment, processing your question, and then frowned. âOh no no no. Treasure, whatâs this all about? What happened?â
âSorry Mams, I didnât want to distract you while youâre working. I just got really low and insecure all of a sudden. Started thinking about how you should be with someone really beautiful, you know? And sometimes I feel like thatâs not me.â
Clearly upset, Mammon rushed to give you a crushing hug, tucking your head underneath his chin. âMC I- I wish I could beam my thoughts into your head. That way youâd really believe me when I say that youâre so precious to me. Every day I wake up and think about how lucky I am to be with you.â
You chuckled a little. âI do put up a lot with you, donât I.â Mammon gently smacked you on your back. âHey! Iâve been good lately! But seriously MC, you are stunning. You are gorgeous. And itâs okay if you donât believe me right now because- because Iâll tell you as many times as you need me to! Iâll tell you a thousand times a day! A million times!â
You tried to blink away the tears in your eyes and held onto Mammon even tighter. âThanks Mams, I love you so much.â
âLove you too treasure. Your first manâs gonna take care of you, donât you worry about a thing.â
Leviathan
Usually you liked watching anime with Levi; it was one of your favorite things to do together. Levi was always more happy and lively when watching with you because he was able to express his opinions freely without judgment. And you thought it was adorable how excited Levi got over his favorite characters and storylines.
Today, you were snuggled together on some cushions re-watching an episode of âThe Magical Ruri Hanai: Demon Girlâ. At first you were enjoying the episode, laughing as Ruri got used to the oddities of the human world. But Leviâs repeated comments about how cute Ruri-chan was, which you usually never minded, started to bother you a bit.
You took a quick glance around the room, noting Leviâs enormous collection of Ruri-chan posters, figurines, and other merch. Levi tapped you on the knee, interrupting your thoughts. âMC, youâre missing the best part! What are you looking at?â
You sighed a little, struggling to act nonchalant. âSorry Levi, itâs nothing. Iâm still watching.â Frowning, Levi paused the episode and turned to look at you. âHey, whatâs up?â
Taking a deep breath, you said âLevi, Iâm not Ruri-chan.â He narrowed his eyes in confusion. âYes⊠I know?â
You continued, âI donât look like Ruri-chan. Does that bother you?â
âDoes it bother me⊠that you donât look like an anime character?â He repeated the question slowly, as if you had asked him the strangest question in the world.
Frustrated, you blurted out âI donât look like Ruri-chan! Iâm never going to be as cute as her!â
Levi looked completely bewildered, his eyes wide and staring at you in confusion. âB-But you are cute! MC, w-what are you even talking about?âÂ
Embarrassed at your outburst you looked down at the floor silently. Levi scooted over toward you so that your knees were touching and he waited until you broke the silence. âSometimes I wonder if Iâm good enough. I think maybe youâd like it if I looked cuter or acted cuter, like the characters in anime.â
Levi hesitated for a moment before quickly grabbing onto your hand, blushing furiously as he did so. âMC, I-I already think youâre c-cute. Really really cute. So donât say things like that. And also, I like you because youâre you! Not because youâre like someone else.â
âAnd you make me really happy. Iâm just a gross otaku. I never thought Iâd be able to⊠to find someone like you. Someone who accepts me.â
He tried to lock eyes with you but blushed even harder and stared at your joined hands. âPlus, I couldnât to-touch an anime character. But I can touch you. I can hold your hand or give you hugs whenever you need it, o-okay?â
You leaned your head onto Leviâs shoulder and closed your eyes, letting the peaceful silence wash over you.
Satan
You were accompanying Satan on a trip to one of his favorite stores: an antique shop that sold all manner of rare books and artifacts. The owner, Ms. Sparrow, was a friend of Satanâs and she welcomed the two of you wholeheartedly.
Today, she looked as gorgeous as she always did. Her chic pearl dress and matching silk gloves shone against her dark skin. Not a curl in her hair was out of place and even the click-clack of her heels on the floor seemed melodious somehow.
You left Satan to look at the books and went wandering off into the various aisles of the store, marveling at all the bits and bobs. In one of the over-stuffed corners you happened to find a glittering silver key on a red velvet ribbon. Taking it in your hand, you went back through to show it off to Satan, wanting to ask him what he thought it opened.
But Satan was busy chatting and laughing with Ms. Sparrow. You watched the two of them for a moment and noticed how well they complimented each other. Both had a certain poise, a kind of confidence and certainty in their movements.
On your walk back to the dorms, you were unusually quiet and Satan noticed. âPet, is something the matter?â
You hesitated, wondering if Satan was going to find your insecurity childish. âSatan, Iâm not veryâŠ.elegant.â
âYes, I know. You choked on a piece of bread yesterday. The day before that you tripped over absolutely nothing and fell down.â He smiled, expecting for you to get riled up, but it fell when he saw that you looked dejected. âLove, what is the matter? Have I upset you?â
You avoided his gaze. âSometimes⊠sometimes I wonder if I bring you down by being with you. I feel like you deserve someone elegant and sophisticated. Someone who matches you. But Iâm not. Iâm clumsy and messy and not perfect, like Ms. Sparrow.â
Satanâs eyebrows shot up in surprise. âMs. Sparrow? What does she have anything to with this?â He turned you around so that you were facing him. âPet, please look at me. I love you. And Iâm not with you in spite of you being clumsy or messy. I love you because youâre clumsy and messy, because those are parts of you and I love all of you.â
He leaned down to press his forehead against yours. âAnd why would I need someone perfect? Am I perfect? Yesterday you saw me screaming at my cup because I accidentally spilled some tea and burned my finger.â
You shrugged while giggling, âI thought it was a perfectly reasonable response.â You wrapped your arms around his and buried your face into his shoulder. âThanks, Satan. You always know how to make me feel better.â
He reached down to give you a gentle kiss. âAnytime, love. Iâm always here for you.â
Asmodeus
Asmo has a lot of fans across all his social media accounts. That was made perfectly clear the first time you went on a date with him outside. Sitting in the trendy coffeeshop, several people had come up to ask him for a picture or an autograph. He was never shy about you and always introduced you as his sweetheart, cooing about how beautiful you were.Â
Some days it was okay. You loved seeing the bubbly social-butterfly side of Asmo. He was always so sweet to everyone who came up to him and genuinely enjoyed meeting new people. But other days, your insecurity rose up like a huge wave and dampened everything.
This particular day you were shopping with Asmo in a new boutique that had opened up. You were aimlessly flicking through the racks of clothes when you heard a large squealing.
Two demons ran up to Asmo, talking and gesturing excitedly. You could make out that they followed him on Devilgram and were asking if he was willing to take a picture with them. These demons were some of the most attractive beings you had ever seen. Their clothes were incredibly stylish and their hair and makeup were done flawlessly.
Looking around the shop, in all of the full length mirrors you could see the reflection of Asmo and his beautiful fans. And you looked out of place, like a puzzle piece that didnât fit in at all.Â
Tearing up, you grabbed a random pair of jeans off the rack and ran into a changing room. You turned away from the mirror, not wanting to look at yourself, and took deep breaths to try and keep from bursting into sobs. After a few moments Asmo began looking for you, having finished taking pictures. âSweetheart, are you changing? Let me see what youâre wearing when youâre done!â
At the sound of his voice you burst into tears and your attempts to muffle the noise were futile. Outside the door, Asmoâs voice sounded panicked. âDarling, are you okay? Whatâs the matter? Please come outside, whatever it is please let me help you!â You hesitated, not wanting to face him, but this made him even more frantic. He started jiggling the doorknob and knocking on the door.
You opened it, afraid that he would accidentally break the doorknob leaving you trapped inside. As soon as he saw you he gathered you in his arms and began making shushing noises while smoothing your hair. âSweetheart, why are you crying? Please talk to me, please tell me whatâs wrong.â
You tried to get the words out in between sobs and hiccups. âA-Asmo, donât you want someone m-more beautiful? Someone who-who looks g-good with you?â Asmo paused for a moment, processing your words, and then his eyes burned with anger. âSweetheart, did one of my fans say something mean to you? Did someone make you feel like this?â
You shook your head vigorously. âNo, just me.â Asmo breathed a sigh of relief at hearing no one had harrassed you and resumed smoothing your hair. âOh, darling. You ARE beautiful. Youâre stunning, sweetheart. I wish you could see the way I saw you, how adorable and gorgeous you are. And I understand that there are going to be days when you donât believe me, when you feel like youâre not. But at least donât go through those days alone, okay?â
You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak without tearing up again.
âNow, letâs go get some ice cream. We can eat it while taking a bubble bath.â
Beelzebub
You werenât really sure why Beel liked you coming with him to the gym all the time, even if you didnât exercise. He said your presence was calming and that it made him focus better, which was odd because a lot of the time you just sat on an unoccupied machine and scrolled through your D.D.D.
Today was much the same, with Beel running on the treadmill and you watching some videos. The gym was pretty empty, just a few students exercising here and there.
Your eyes drifted to Beel who was running without even breaking a sweat. His body was all solid muscle: his arms, legs, and abs looked perfectly chiseled and toned. Last week you accidentally ran into Beel in the hallway and it felt like you had smashed into a brick wall. Beel, on the other hand, was completely fine.
You began to wonder what Beel thought about your body. He could be pretty handsy at times and he wasnât shy in his affections. But what if there was something he didnât like? Something that he thought needed changing?
Heâs never mentioned anything about exercising to you before. But you thought back to the students you had seen in this gym: all of them were extremely fit with incredible bodies. You couldnât help but start to compare yourself to them and think that maybe you were lacking.
Just then, Beel finished his run and walked over to you. You werenât sure what kind of facial expression you were making but it seemed enough to concern him because he asked, âMC, is everything okay?â
âHey Beel⊠do you ever wish I had a nicer body?â
He squinted in confusion. âWhat do you mean by âa nicer bodyâ?â
âI donât know⊠just better. Whatever nicer looks like for you.â
Beel was quiet for a moment, thinking. âNo, Iâve never wished for that before. I still donât know what you mean by ânicerâ. I love you. And I love your body because its yours. The only thing that matters to me is whether youâre happy. And as long as Iâm still allowed to touch you, then Iâm happy.â
He looked at you nervously then, biting his lip. âAm I⊠still allowed to touch you?â
You laughed and reached to give him a hug, loving how safe it felt in his arms. âOf course, big guy. Thanks for making me feel better. You always know what to say.â
Beel flushed with pride and closed his eyes in happiness, leaning into your hand as you patted him on the head.
Belphegor
You knew you were dreaming because you were sitting in a R.A.D classroom surrounded by fellow students, but you couldnât focus on any of their faces. They were blurry, as if someone had smudged them like an artist had smudged some charcoal.
You were at your desk, looking around the classroom, when as if on cue all of the students began to slowly gather around you. They stood there silently for a moment, unmoving, and you felt a shiver go up your spine.Â
And then one by one the students began to hurl insults at you.
âYouâre not good enough. Not good enough for Belphegor.â âYouâre ugly, youâre hideous. âYouâre unwanted, go back to where you came from.â âYou donât deserve what you have, donât deserve good.â âYouâre weak.â âYou ruin others, you ruin everything.â
As they insulted you the students began to draw themselves closer, pushing and shoving to reach you. They almost made a cover over your desk as if to block out all the light. You hunched over your desk, shaking and panicking, trying to curl up to protect yourself.
One of the demons began shaking your shoulder roughly, you yelping in pain. He began yelling in your ear, âWake up! Wake up!â
âMC! Wake up!â
You startled awake and looked around the room in fear. You were in Belphieâs bed, your pajamas sticking to you with sweat. Belphie was looking at you with concern, one hand still on your shoulder.
âMC, youâre okay. Itâs just me. It was just a nightmare.â You let out a sob and buried yourself in his arms while he patted you on the back until your breaths evened out.
âD-Did you see my dream?â you asked. You were nervous about showing Belphie that weak side of you, the insecurities that had been brewing since the two of you had begun a relationship. He looked apologetic. âI did. You were whimpering and shaking in your sleep. I wanted to make sure you were okay.â
He reached over, one hand smoothing your hair, the fingers of his other hand interlaced with yours. âNone of what they said was true, you know.â You looked down, embarrassed. âI mean it, MC. You are good enough. Youâre beautiful, youâre wanted, you deserve all the nice and beautiful things in the world, youâre strong. And most importantly, you lift others up. You lift me up everyday.â
He lifted up your hand and pressed a kiss against it. âYou lifted me out of darkness. I love you so much. And Iâll gladly stay by your side, for as long as youâll have me.â
You grabbed the front of his sweater to draw him into a rough kiss, lips bruising. âForever, Belphie. Forever.âÂ
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