The Bros + side dateables (Minus Luke) React to You Comparing Your Hand Sizes
Warnings: Very fluffy. Not for the faint of heart. You might die of cuteness. You have been warned.
You're sitting with this person just kind of chilling while you're both doing your own thing when you glance over at their hands. You wait a long enough pause in what they're doing before reaching over and taking their hand, holding it so that you can gently press your palm against theirs. Also, this is an MC who has relatively small hands so-
You're sitting beside him as he works, scrolling through your D.D.D.
After several hours of both of you sitting in silence, each doing your own thing, you finally look up from your D.D.D.
You look over at Lucifer, who's still completely absorbed in his work.
Then your eyes drift to his hands, the pen he's gripping gliding across the paper in front of him.
As you watch, he sets the pen down and starts stretching his fingers. You aren't surprised his hands are cramping. He's been writing for a long time now. You're probably the only person he would show this kind of weakness to, which makes you feel kind of special.
As you watch, an idea pops into your head. You set down your D.D.D. and gently grab his hand.
He's a little startled at first and gives you a quizzical look, but he doesn't stop you. At least it's a distraction from all of the bills Mammon has piled up.
You hold his gloved hand so that you can gently press your palm to his, lining your fingers up with his as well.
He has pretty big hands. They're not huge, but they're somewhat significantly bigger than yours.
He lets out a low rumbling laugh.
"What, exactly, are you doing, MC?"
"Comparing our hand sizes. You have really big hands."
He lets out another small laugh.
"Or perhaps you just have small hands."
And at that, he gently folds his hand over the top of your smaller one, almost as if proving his point about your tiny hands.
He then smiles and brings his other hand over to cup your cheek as he gently plants a kiss on your forehead.
Afterward, he lets go of your hand and goes back to work.
You two are sitting together on the couch in his room.
You're both on your D.D.D. sending each other random memes that you find and giggling together.
And during one of the moments of quiet moments where you're both scrolling, you look over at him.
He's still absorbed in his D.D.D., a big, goofy grin plastered across his face as he scrolls through the memes.
Your eyes drift to his hands as his thumbs move, pausing every so often to read a meme, then moving on when he deems it unsuitable to send to you.
As you watch, he pauses on a particularly long meme. You take this chance to reach over and gently take the hand, pulling it toward you.
He immediately tenses and looks over at you, his face flushing bright red.
"H-Hey, just what do ya think you're doin', MC?"
Instead of answering, you move his hand so that the palm is facing upwards and you gently press your palm against his, making his fingers flatten out as you line your fingers up with his.
He watches you, his face red, his heart racing, and his fingers trembling ever-so-slightly.
His hands are probably not that big, only being a little bigger than yours.
"M-MC? What are ya doin'???"
You look at him and smile a little.
"Comparing our hand sizes. Yours are bigger than mine."
"H-Huh? Oh! W-well, of course, they are! Just shows how awesome I am! After all, I'm the GREAT Mammon!"
You laugh a little at his words.
"Yeah, yeah. It's just hand size. Doesn't make you any better or worse than me."
Then, without giving him a chance to respond, you curl your fingers between his, holding his hand.
That's it. He's dead. You've killed him.
His whole face is red and he's a flustered spluttering mess.
He literally cannot form a single coherent sentence. He's dying, help him.
It takes him a full 10 minutes just to calm down.
When he finally does, he turns his head away before gently holding your hand back.
You laugh a little at how flustered he is.
You guys are just chilling in his room together, sitting side by side. You're watching anime on your D.D.D. while he plays video games on his handheld console.
At the end of one of your episodes, you look up and glance over at Levi.
He's so entranced by his game that he doesn't even notice you looking at him. His brows are furrowed and his tongue is sticking out slightly in concentration.
You smile when he lets out a small cheer when he beats the level he's on. He leans back a little and lowers the game as he relishes in his victory.
Out of a random whim, you reach out and gently take his hand, pulling it toward you.
He jumps in surprise and lets out a small yelp as you turn his hand so you can flatten your palm against him.
His whole face turns red as you closely study your hands pressed together.
His hands are actually surprisingly big. Not big like Lucifer's but definitely bigger than yours.
"M-MC! Wha-what are you d-d-doing?!"
In response, you look at him and smile.
"I'm comparing our hand sizes. Yours are actually pretty big."
He covers his face with his other hand, not moving the one you have away.
"Wh-what a normie thing to do, MC… I guess it's to be expected from a normie like you…"
You were literally just watching anime but okay-
When he notices you look a little downcast at his insults, he frantically tries to apologize.
"W-wait no! I- I didn't mean that I'm sorry!"
When you look back at him, he smiles at you a little.
He was so focused on trying to apologize, he didn't even notice that you'd curled your fingers around his hand.
When does realize, though, he's immediately back to being a flustered, stuttery mess.
Leviathan.exe has stopped working.
You're both sitting in his room, on his bed together.
Both of you are reading books. You're reading a really interesting fantasy book he'd recommended to you. Meanwhile, he's reading a book about cats.
At the end of the chapter you're on, you sigh and lower the book, processing what you just read. You cannot believe that just happened to the main character.
While you're doing that, you glance over at Satan. He's still very much absorbed in his book.
As you watch, he takes one hand away from the book, shifting it so that he can balance it in one hand, and brings the other up to his chin, rubbing it as if he were deep in thought.
Then, just as he's reaching back down to turn the page, you set your book down and reach out and gently grab his hand.
He blinks, shocked, and looks over at you curiously as you gently press your palm to his. His cheeks flush a little.
His hands are only a little bigger than yours. They're still a little bigger than Mammon's though.
"MC? What are you doing?"
"Comparing our hand sizes."
He looks down at the two of your hands.
"I see. It seems my hands are a bit bigger than yours, huh?"
You nod a little, smiling at him.
Then he glances at his book before looking back at you.
"Now… I can't exactly turn the pages with one hand, can I?"
You laugh and reach over with your other hand, turning the page of his book yourself.
He chuckles a little and thanks you as he curls his fingers around yours.
You're both sitting on his bed while he's looking at his reflection in a mirror, applying makeup.
He's going to do yours next, so you're scrolling through pictures on his D.D.D. as you try to decide what look you want.
When you finally find a look that you like, you click the image and set the D.D.D. down to wait for Asmo to finish his own makeup. While you wait, you look up and watch him apply his makeup, carefully applying the pink lipstick.
When he's finished, he caps the lipstick and sets it down on the bed beside him while admiring his work.
Then, just as he's bringing his hand back up to the mirror, you grab his hand, careful not to touch his freshly painted nails.
He looks over at you quizzically at first, then he smiles at you.
"Aw, do you want my attention~? Don't worry, I'll get to you in a moment, darling."
Without responding, you press your palm to his, lining up your fingers.
Asmo has pretty small hands, being about the same size as yours, maybe even a little smaller.
He looks a little confused as he watches you study your hands.
"What are you doing, dear?"
"Comparing our hands' sizes. You have small hands."
"Oh, you are just so cute!"
He takes his hand from yours and gently taps your nose with his index finger.
"Come now, show me what you have picked out there."
He picks up his D.D.D. and looks at the image you have up.
"Ooh! Good choice! Now come here, love."
And with that, he starts working on your makeup.
You're sitting in his lap on his bed. He has his chin resting on top of your head as he munches on one of the many bags of chips you two had bought earlier. You're looking at recipes online, trying to figure out what to make for breakfast tomorrow since it'll be your turn to cook.
Soon, Beel has finished his current bag of chips and he sets the empty bag aside. You glance at his hand as he reaches out to grab another bag.
You smile a little and set down the D.D.D and gently take his hand, laughing inwardly at the feeling of his greasy fingers.
He's a little shocked by this action.
You gently press your palm against his.
"Comparing our hand sizes."
Oh boy, does this boy have some big hands.
Definitely bigger than yours. By quite a bit, actually.
You giggle a little as he moves his head down to rest on your shoulder to get a better look at your guys' hands.
"Your hands are so big, Beel."
He laughs, and you can feel the sound in his chest, vibrating you a little bit.
Then he closes his hand around yours.
"Well, yours are pretty small. At least compared to mine. I like that. It's easier to hold them."
Then, he cups your cheek and gently kisses your lips before taking his hand away from yours and finally grabbing that next bag of chips.
You and Belphie are sitting on your bed together. He's sitting beside you with his arms wrapped around your middle and his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, half asleep. Meanwhile, you're in the middle of sewing up a hole in his pillow that he'd somehow managed to tear. Not surprising, seeing as he carries it everywhere. And, of course, it was Mammon's fault, even though you have a sneaking suspicion that it was everyone's fault. So now you're his new pillow until it's fixed. You have no choice. Deal with it.
After a while, you have to set down the needle and thread and stretch your cramping fingers. Sewing is painful-
He notices your pause and lifts his head, looking at you.
"Not quite. I still have a little ways to go. But I need a little break. My hands are starting to cramp."
He then grabbed the pillow and peered at the mostly sewn tear.
"Huh. You weren't lying when you said you could sew. That's actually pretty good."
You laugh a little as you watch him start to pull his hand away. Without thinking, you gently grab his hand.
He blinks and looks at you as you press your palm to his.
His hands are a decent size. Not big, but decently bigger than yours.
"MC… you're being weird again."
"No, I'm not. I'm comparing our hand sizes."
He looks back down at your hands.
"Hehehehe, mine are bigger. You have small hands. Baby hands."
Baby Hands is your nickname now.
He will now call you Baby Hands any chance he gets, just to see how frustrated you get with him.
He is pure evil. A gremlin man. Stinky bastard man.
You're sitting in his lap as he works. You're drinking tea made by Barbatos.
You watch as he writes papers and signs forms while sipping your tea.
Soon he's finished a full stack of the papers. He leans back with a sigh, wrapping his arms around you.
"I think it's about time I could take a break now. I made quite a bit of progress."
You lean your head back so you can look up at him, smiling. Big man
He grins right back at you.
Then you look down at his hands placed gently on your belly. One of his thumbs is moving, gently rubbing your belly.
You softly grab one of his hands. He's a little surprised, but he's more curious and leans down to watch what you do.
You gently press your palm to him. He tilts his head like a confused puppy, trying to understand what, exactly, you're doing.
BIG HANDS. BIG HANDS BIG HANDS BIG HANDS.
This man's hands. Are Fuckign. Enormous.
He has such big hands. The biggest. Bigger than Beel's.
They fucking engulf yours.
Big hands for a big man ig
"Is this some kind of human world tradition?"
He asks that question so earnestly I can't-
"No, no. I'm just comparing our hand sizes. Yours are huge."
This time it's his turn to laugh.
"Yes, I suppose they are."
He then brings your hand up to his lips and kisses the back of it.
You're sitting beside him while he folds laundry that just came out of the dryer. You're sipping some milk tea that he'd made you.
You're watching him as he works. Every fold was so meticulous and pristine. It's almost mesmerizing.
As you watch, he pauses briefly to let out a breath before immediately reaching to grab another article of clothing.
Before he can though, you gently take his hand.
He looks at you, not really surprised, as he likely saw this coming.
He watches quietly as you gently press your palm to his.
His hands are bigger than yours but they're not particularly large.
He smiles softly as he watches you.
"Are you enjoying yourself?"
You look at him and smile a little.
"I'm glad. I really do like seeing you enjoying yourself."
You look back down at your hands.
"I was comparing our hand sizes! Yours are bigger than mine."
He takes his other hand and places it on top of yours, smiling softly. He rubs the back of your hand with his thumb.
"Now, I must get back to work. I have many more things I must get to."
He kisses the back of your hand swiftly before returning to his laundry folding.
Don't worry, guys, I'm still adding Simeon and Solomon, I just... Couldn't fit them in this post. I'll be adding them in a reblog