I have an idea if it’s not too much to ask of like if the Obey me, Demon brothers have any non-secual turn ons, and how it would go from there, that’s all keep doing what your doing ur amazing 🙂↕️🙏🏾
Whoo, it's been a while hasn't it!
This one has all the brothers!
Non-sexual turn ons;
Lucifer;
Lucifer has said before that his type is someone respectable, genuine, and worthy of respect- and while yes, he may have been talking about the souls he likes to consume, he wasn’t lying. You’ve worked hard, from the very moment you arrived in the Devildom—so determined to carve out a place for yourself without stopping for even a moment to worry about the consequences.
That is when Lucifer first started feeling attracted to, and wholly frustrated by you.
Each time you offer assistance to his brothers with no hope of anything in return—untying Mammon during his punishments, calming Satan or Levi, bringing Beel snacks throughout the day when you know he'll be getting hungry;
Every meeting with the prince where you speak your mind- dare to tell him no, that his ideas are unobtainable, his plans are harmful, treating him not like the future king of hell, but like an equal- like a friend. Part of him wants to scold you for your impudence, part of him wants to bend you across his lap, bring his hand down on your ass until it's red and welted and you can’t think of anything but him.
Your righteous anger, your confidence, your bravery and truthfulness—he feels shamefully hot, sequestering himself away or dragging you back to his study with a desperation completely unbecoming of someone like himself. Lucifer has never had trouble controlling himself before; how dare you bring this out in him—make his heart ache and his body warm- it’s insufferable, it’s demeaning. He can’t stop.
Most often before you were together, he’d hole up in his study where he could lean over his desk, fly open just enough to make room for his leaking cock, and frantically fuck his fist—scowling at the door like you might be able to feel his frustration if he projects it enough. Heaven be with any poor demon who ends up walking through the doors- he’s too angry for his brothers’ antics.
It’s the closest the Avatar of Pride has ever come to feeling shame—alone and angry, cumming across his fingers with your name in his throat, hastily shoving important papers and documents off the edge of his desk to keep from staining them
Hells he loves you.
Mammon;
Mammon is a simple demon. He likes money, he likes fame, he likes expensive clothes and fancy cars—if someone had asked him before he met you, he’d have said there’s nothing more attractive than someone with a wallet full of grim and a sweet convertible he can snatch for a ride.
And he wasn’t lying per-say, those things are sexy- but they’re not what gets his rocks off anymore. Don’t be mistaken—his cock still gets hard when you spend your hard earned money on little ol’ him- dinner, shoes, clothes, keepsakes; Mammon will happily thank you.
He just gets so much harder when you’re sweet to him.
He’s not used to people being nice to him. His brothers, the angels, his classmates—everyone knows him as the scummy second born. He’s a punching bag. Which is why, when the new human exchange student shows up and starts treating him all nice like, he flusters, and fumbles, and has to make up excuses for why he suddenly needs to leave—because he’s too hard to think straight.
Doesn’t matter why, or when, or what the circumstances are—Mammon can’t help but get a dumb little grin on his face, hoping against hope that you’ll let him drag you away. Where you two are isn’t a concern- he just wants to stuff you full of his cock, feel you spasm every time you cum, and fuck you full while you tell him what a good job he’s doing.
Don’t mind the whimpers.
That somewhat connects with the other thing that has Mammon all hot and bothered for you—you’re his first, his only pact. That kind of thing is special! It reminds him that he’s yours- you’re his master; and even if you have six others too, he doesn’t go around calling himself your first man for nothing.
Every time you use the pact on him—force a command that he can’t resist, call on his power, call on him, he can’t help but get a little thrill- and he knows you can feel it. There’s that rush that starts at your pact mark and floods through the rest of your body, burning you up from the inside and telling you just how much Mammon appreciates your orders. He can’t hide from you, no matter how hard he tries.
His cock will swell and throb when you tell him to come, twitch and leak when you tell him to sit—hell forbid you keep going, he doesn’t know how much he can take! Have some mercy on him, won’t you, human? You’ll let him out to fuck you, right?
Leviathan;
It’s pretty obvious how excited Levi gets when you do…basically anything, really. The very fact that someone as perfect and amazing and kind as you decided to grace such a worthless, disgusting, no-good otaku with your presence turns him on enough—he can’t even remember how many times he’s fucked himself dumb after you left a gaming sesh, stuffing his face in whichever blankets you used or pillows you sat on to soak up your leftover scent.
It makes him feel gross—he knows he’s gross, and a pervert, and that you’d probably slap him and never talk to him again if you knew everything he’s done; that’s just fact! And you can never ever, ever never ever convince him otherwise!
That doesn’t actually stop him though- for as much as he berates himself, his libido might be the only thing stronger than a good heaping dose of shame.
Everyone knows that Levi likes cosplay—he likes it on himself, he likes making it, he likes studying it, and he really likes it on you. It’s hard enough to see you dressed like you’re from his favorite media, wandering around a con he made you come to while he parades in something matching—and you know he chooses the skimpy, scantily clad characters on purpose—but when you wear something he makes?
He couldn’t even watch that play you put on during your first year, no matter how badly he wanted to—he could barely make it through the outfit checks. Watching you strut around in his hard work, so readily modeling the intricate pieces that his favorite author requested- it was too much; and there’s only so long a guy can go with a pillow in his lap before you start to get suspicious.
But no matter how badly he wants to feel guilty, you keep coming back—you keep gaming together, keep talking to him, keep touching him—and it’s hard to feel too ashamed when you’re looking at him…like that.
Satan;
Satan, as much as he absolutely loathes the idea, has a pretty similar type to Lucifer. He’s definitely tried to change who he's attracted to out of sheer willpower, cringing at the idea of sharing something with his older brother- but to no avail. No matter how badly he wishes he could change it, he absolutely has a type; someone smart, respectable—someone who can hold their own in a conversation and not force him to drudge his way through.
Your intellect is like no other- because it's yours. The concentrated face you make while you study for exams, the beautiful ease you have casting spells or issuing commands, the relaxed lidding of your eyes while you read a good book—he finds himself undeniably, unequivocally, absolutely smitten. That is what turns Satan on the most in your day to day lives.
And when you humor his biggest kink, donning ears and tail and dropping to all fours- but that’s something else entirely.
We already know the fourth born doesn't set aside any care for who sees you at your most vulnerable; if anything, he relishes in it. That time during your tutoring, when Mammon laid on the floor, completely out cold, the only thing he wanted to do was take you—to fuck you, make love to you, however it was you’d let him; because truly, the sight of you, so effortlessly powerful…
It’s hard to remember how many times he came at the thought of you that night, just that by the time his alarm began to chime, his cock was flushed and sore; body simmering frustrated wrath. It’s a good thing the school library is fairly scarce first thing in the morning.
Asmodeus;
Is there anything that doesn’t get Asmodeus aroused? Well- yes, but really, it can seem impossible to find them. It’s as if every move you make serves to get his cock hard and pussy wet; oh darling, won’t you just let him ravish you? Or better yet, you can have the honor of ravishing him! It’s what he’s best at after all; why strive to be anything less than the perfect lover?
But…you’ve never seen him in that light. The Avatar of Lust is still just…Asmo under all the glitz and glam; and around you, he’s never had to worry that’ll be forgotten. You see his authentic self, look past the one thing he’s ever known others want from him—demon and human alike, he’s really never met someone quite like you.
And maybe it’s ironic, or a little bit cliche, but if there’s anything that gets him going the most; it’s when you don’t look to him for sex. Knowing he doesn’t have to put out to keep you interested? Fuck is that sexy. Quiet moments alone without the expectation of anything more? So hot. Non-sexual intimacy? Hells darling, are you trying to kill him?
Sometimes he likes to stew in it, to sit there, absolutely drooling into his tight little briefs knowing it changes nothing for you whether or not you tangle in the sheets; you’re here for him. Sometimes your sleepovers—your makeovers, your skincare, your pampering—seem a little extra steamy, all because your love is just squirming in his seat to stay contained.
Sometimes he just can’t help himself—because yes, he loves that you see him as a person; loves that rain or shine he has someone to gab with, to paint the nails of and cry on; but he’s still a demon. Sometimes he needs sweet tender care, sometimes he needs to sit on your face.
Beelzebub;
I could leave this section blank and we’d all know what I was going to say; this man loves food. Is he a feeder? Eh, kind of up to you to decide- all he knows is that making sure his partner is nourished with the best ingredients you can find in the Devildom is a pleasure in and of itself. The way your sweet face lights up when he hands you a spoon to taste, showering him with praise each time those delicious dishes hit your tongue—he wishes he could keep you there forever.
Beel will pack an extra lunch on days you have classes, just to make sure you’re always getting the best possible nutrition; keeps a snack in his pocket that he fights with all his willpower not to eat before the next time you cross paths. Truly, he just wants to make sure you’re healthy and happy!
So what if he sports a half chub while he stands at the stove, watching your lips curl around the base of a fork with an almost intimidating stare; so what if he can’t help but imagine those same lips wrapped around the head of his cock, taking everything he has to give you? Who cares if his brain sometimes switches the white sauce on your lips with his drooling cum—nutrition is nutrition—he isn’t doing anything wrong.
It’s of no consequence whether or not you gain or lose weight with his cooking—that isn’t what does it for him (though he won’t deny that his instincts love someone with a little meat to them, be it fat or muscle)—it’s knowing that he’s a provider. You’re his mate, his family; and just like the rest of his family, you’ll be subject to Beel’s unending love language. No use avoiding it—everyone needs to eat.
And sure, maybe sometimes he’ll prop you up on the counters after a meal, the taste of his cooking still on your tongue, and drop to his knees between your thighs. Maybe sometimes he’ll stay there, swallowing your essence until you’re crying for a break from the pleasure- and maybe he’ll lean back up, gripping your face tight so you can taste what he did to you—he’s providing. In any way he can.
Belphegor;
Belphie is lazy—there’s no polite way to put it. And he’d agree! He’s not ashamed of his laziness, or the number of hours he sleeps in a day; he’s not ashamed of where and when he chooses to take his next nap, and he doesn’t care if it’s inconveniencing to most people; he’s the Avatar of Sloth, it can’t be helped.
That being said, Belphie’s libido is less noticeable than those of his brothers. It’s still there, he still gets horny, still jerks off, still wants sex- but it can be infrequent. Besides, why put in the work during the day when he can manipulate your dreams at night? A well placed sensation here, a phantom touch there, and it feels nearly like the real thing—sticky thighs and wet sheets included.
But…there are some things that get him going without trying.
I’m a firm believer in brat! Belphegor; he’s the youngest, the baby of the family- he gets what he wants and gets away with even more, no one batting an eye so long as mixes a pout with that permanently lidded gaze of his. How could you possibly say no to that? I mean…there’s a reason it was so easy to lure you into his arms in the attic.
He doesn’t get the sharp slaps from his eldest brother, doesn’t get strung from the ceiling like his second, doesn’t get raged on by the fourth, or shrieked at by the fifth—so when you, a human, a lowly, frustrating, insignificant mortal dares raise your voice; dares to threaten punishment and harm like your words could ever mean anything to a being as powerful as him-
He gets a little turned on. More than; because for one of the first times in his long, long life, someone has put his tricks to the test. It only takes a single time for Belphie to decide he wants more, wants to rile you up until you put him in his place. It doesn’t even need to be sexual—a little roughing up, a shout, a slap; you’re practically courting the bastard every time you get a little mean, whether you realize it or not.
Was driving with my grandmother and in broken English she says “no eyes… no nose… no face. Don’t trust.” To which I looked around wildly in search of this omen of ill portend.
i fucking hate the “this is the good luck post.” Girl stop contributing to a superstitious environment with ur anecdotes there’s a million goddamn notes on it it’s statistically reasonable that a bunch of people remember the good things that happen after they reblog it
You, Simeon, and Luke are currently sat at the dining table— tightly holding each others' hands for emotional support—dreading what is about to come. Clatters and booming sounds emanate from the kitchen, mixed with a jolly tune Solomon hums under his breath. A tune that will be the backdrop to your demise.
Why did you agree to this again?
Oh, right. Because you're all way too kind and polite for your own good.
"What if we tell him our tummies hurt?", asks Luke. You have never witnessed such fear in the young angel's eyes.
"All three of us at the same time? I don't think he'd believe us", you reply. "Even if he did, what if he tried making us some 'healing recovery food'?"
"MC, can you not call Beelzebub?" Even Simeon sounds desperate.
"He's not answering my calls. I think Asmo has told him what's going on," you replied.
Another crash can be heard from the kitchen. "Don't worry, I'm fine!", follows Solomon's voice.
"Can't you just summon him using your pact?", Simeon whispers.
You have pretty much given up on any chance of escape. "What's the point? Solomon will just make more food. One bite of whatever concoction he makes and—"
Luke clamps his hands over his ears. "Don't say it out loud! I'm already scared!!"
Simeon sighs. "Let's just hope the first bite is enough to knock us all out. At least, we won't have to worry about finishing the food."
"Should have burned this place down when I had a chance", you mutter under your breath.
"Please don't," Luke replies. "Simeon, can't we just...you know, make a run for it?"
"I'm sure Solomon will sulk for months if we do that."
"...and become unbearably dramatic", you add in.
Solomon's humming grows louder and even more enthusiastic.
You three let out a collective sigh. Yeah, you were doomed.
Ten minutes pass in absolute silence— the longest ten minutes of your life.
The silence is only broken when you hear the sound of a plate shattering in the kitchen, accompanied by a weird sloshing sound, followed by an "oof".
You three look at each other.
"Should we go check?" asks Simeon. You and Luke agree.
What you see in the kitchen is beyond anything you could've expected. Or perhaps, you should have expected it, given Solomon's track record.
The soup.
The soup is moving. Not sloshing around in a bowl. Actually moving around on the floor like some odd bug; as if it has sentience. The pan in which you assume Solomon was making it, is lying upturned on the ground beside it. Glass from a broken bowl is scattered on the ground.
Speaking of Solomon, he is currently looking at the soup creature; studying it as if he himself is surprised by what he has achieved.
The monster turns towards you. Well, you think it has turned towards you, judging by its body language. Frankly, it's disgusting. Noddles squirm inside and around the gelatinous blob like tendrils and chunks of carrots, semi-melted potatoes and chicken float around in its body. A ladle remains embedded in its torso(?). And why does it look so purple?
How does one even achieve this outcome...?
Well, now is not the time to ponder upon that since the soup creature is mid-lunge, directly aimed at you, steaming hot.
Simeon heroically pulls you aside before the monstrosity can land on your face. You watch the blob fall on the kitchen floor with a wet splat.
It recovers just as quickly, hoisting itself back up with literal noodle arms. The noodles slurp back into place. A few pieces of boiled carrots remain on the floor. It gurgles threateningly.
"Stand back!" Simeon steps forward. Was he warning you or the soup monster?
"I don't think it understands common tongue yet", replies Solomon.
As the sentient soup prepares to take another lunge, Solomon quickly mutters a spell. A portal opens up under the creature, sucking it in and closing before it can crawl out again.
All of you finally relax. Luke puts down the pan he had picked up to shield himself, climbing down from the counter-top where he had sought refuge.
Solomon looks at all of your disheveled faces. "I think it just wanted a hug. I feel kind of bad now."
You turn to towards Solomon, still a bit dazed from whatever just happened. "What on earth...?"
"Solomon, I think that's enough cooking for today...", says Simeon.
"Aww, but I wanted to make something for you guys. To show my appreciation to my dear friends and lovely apprentice!"
"It's alright! We can just order take-out!" you seize the opportunity before Solomon can even think of reattempting.
"Or we can go out for dinner! Beel told me of this new place that opened up near Majolish", Luke suggests.
Solomon grins."Orrr...I can make you guys some pudding instea—"
"NO", you say in unison.
"Wow, you guys care so much about my safety!"
Yeah, let's just let him believe that. Crisis averted.
“Hm.” Lucifer adjusted his coat over your shoulders, more gently than he’d like to admit. You had fallen asleep in the common room sofa, reading some cheesy fantasy-romance novel.
He meant only to close it and set it aside…
…until his eyes caught a single line.
“The prince brushed her hand, and time itself seemed to pause.”
Lucifer frowned and picked up the book. How ridiculous. He flipped to the next page anyway.
And somehow, twenty minutes later, he was sitting in the armchair beside her, elbows on his knees, nose-deep into the book, brows furrowed as if analyzing some report.
“Don't trust him, you fool” he muttered under his breath, scowling at the paragraph. “He’s clearly using her to break the curse.”
You stirred, half-asleep. “...Luci?”
“…You should be resting.”
Your lips curved faintly at the sight of him reading the book. “You’re reading my book.”
“…I was simply making sure it was appropriate.”
“Uh-huh.”
A few seconds later, your breathing evened out again.
Lucifer went back to the book.
By the time Barbatos had sent him a message, reminding him about his meeting with Diavolo, Lucifer was glaring at the page with the intensity of someone who had become personally offended.
“If this imbecile breaks her heart,” he muttered, “I’ll find a way to drag the author into the Devildom myself.”
Mammon wasn’t opposed to makeup; he was a model, after all! Neither did he mind getting his nails done by Asmo.
Rather, his reluctance came from the fact that he KNEW that "innocent" little smile of yours.
You said you wanted to 'try out new makeup'. Yeah, sure. And he was the Demon King.
All you wanted to do was make him—the man whose face card could sell out magazines in minutes— look goofy for your entertainment.
But he couldn’t say no to you, could he? Not when you looked at him with those puppy eyes. Not when he knew letting you dress him up meant hours of soft touches and hearing that lovely voice of yours giggle uncontrollably.
Especially when he knew he was going to be the centre of your attention for the next few hours.
So The Great Mammon, Avatar of Greed, supermodel extraordinaire, sits there defeatedly and lets you paint his face as silly as you wanted.
MC was the bravest person they knew— headstrong and calm under pressure. Someone who faced down Lucifer's wrath without a flinch. Someone who had the heart to forgive Belphegor despite everything that happened. A puny mortal who was plucked from their home without warning, yet survived, and even thrived, among demons like them.
So, when their scream echoed through the halls of the House of Lamentation, the brothers knew not what to do.
Mammon, MC's self- proclaimed first-guy, and the fastest among his brothers, arrived to their aid in a matter of milliseconds. His mind had jumped to the worst possibilities— MC was hurt, possibly crying.
What he had not expected was MC standing on their chair, a thick spell book clutched in their hands like a weapon, eyes anxiously scanning the floor near their bookshelf.
"ARE YA' OKAY?!"
"IT WENT UNDER THE SHELF!!!"
"...huh???"
And then, it crawled out, in all it's six-legged glory. It's giant brown body (undoubtedly disease ridden) dragged along the floor, presenting an ugly sight. It's antennae twitched, as though searching for it's next victim.
The terrified noise that MC let out confirmed that this creature had, indeed, been the cause of their distress.
Mammon didn't blame them. He wasn't a huge fan of roaches himself. Especially this giant, unsightly species that had seemingly had taken over the Devildom recently.
"GET RID OF IT PLEASE." MC pleaded from atop their vantage point. They looked close to tears.
Mammon had struck gold. This was the moment he would swoop in like a hero and kill the pest as if it were no big deal; and save MC from their distress. Would he get an 'Oh, Mammon! You're so brave!' in return? Or a hug where he goes 'there, there, MC, I dealt with it' while patting their back? Maybe— if he was truly lucky— a kiss? His brothers would all watch from a distance, green with envy, wishing they had been the one to arrive first. Oh, it gets him excited to even think about it!
Mammon stood up a little taller.
"Don't worry, MC! For the Great Mammon is here!" The Avatar of Greed puffed out his chest, and took a brave towards the pest. He took off one shoe, ready to strike it, when suddenly—
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH—"
—it started flying.
The next thing MC knew was that Mammon was standing right behind them on the chair, his hands latched onto their shoulders in a vice-grip while they both screamed.
The roach remained airborne for a few seconds, zig-zagging with no regard for logic, or personal boundaries. Finally, it landed on the side of the bookshelf. A deafening silence followed.
The duo remained frozen atop the chair, staring at the roach. The roach stared back, antennae twitching. The creature puffed out its wings occasionally, as if taunting them. Mammon's grip on MC's shoulder turned painful, but neither of them dared to get down from their safe spot.
MC was about to ask Mammon whether they should take this chance to run out of the room, when—
*SMACK*
A slipper came down from above with full force. The defeated adversary fell down to the floor on its back, limbs twitching pathetically as it took its final breaths.
Their saviour was none other than Beelzebub, who was holding a giant slipper in his hand. He examined the dead corpse for a few seconds, till he was absolutely certain that the enemy had been eliminated.
MC nearly burst into tears from relief. But, unfortunately, before they could properly thank him, a series of snorts and barely-contained giggles coming from the doorway cut them off.
Yes, the brothers had all been silently watching the chaos unfold, until Beelzebub took pity on them. And judging by the delighted looks on their faces, "The Great Roach Incident" would be talked about in the House of Lamentation for the rest of eternity.
Obey me characters reacting to MC wearing an inflatable dinosaur costume:
(The brothers + dateables + undateables)
Lucifer:
-At first he assumed you were one of his brothers when you entered his room.
-Immediately feels a headache forming.
-“Do you require anything?” “Rawr.” “Get out.”
Mammon:
-"D'YAHAHAHAHAH WHAT THE HELL ARE YA' WEARING?"
-he's also going to buy and wear one so that you both can perform stunts in public and earn money #thegrindneverstops
Levi:
-He ugly snorted when you burst into his room wearing that and now he feels so bad
-Will ask to recreate trends with you but he cannot stop laughing so all the videos come out shaky and full of him giggling in the background.
-His camera roll is now filled with photos of you in the dino costume doing JoJo poses
Satan:
-You interrupted his afternoon reading to show him…this???
-Actually it’s okay because it’s hilarious.
-Immediately begins brainstorming on how you could use this opportunity to annoy the fuck out of Lucifer hmm…
-But you’re also scaring the strays that he smuggled into his room so he’s going to have to ask you to leave </3
Asmo:
-“girl that is NOT a look”
-actually it is asmo, you just need to lock in
-kind of concerned about the material of the costume, makes sure it’s made with human-skin-safe materials
Beel:
-????
-After the initial confusion he starts giggling uncontrollably. It’s a bit jarring to see the ever-stoic Avatar of Gluttony losing it over a dino costume.
-You should make him wear it after you’re done. He’d make a very convincing dino.
Belphie:
-He woke up from his slumber only to be met this this sight.
-Genuinely thought he was having a fever dream and tried to bite you
-“How do we annoy Lucifer with this?” Pt.2
Solomon:
-He's also wearing one with you
-enchants both of your costumes to make them spit fire or something
-and now there's two humans dressed up as dinosaurs running around and wreaking havoc in the devildom streets
-Barbatos has to drag both of your asses back home
Barbatos:
-speaking of barbatos
-feels a headache forming 2.0
-Your antics are slowly beginning to resemble Solomon’s and he’s not a fan
-He is mildly amused tho
-"Rawr." "A very convincing performance, MC."
Diavolo:
-Is this a human custom he's unaware off? Is this a way of bonding??
-No? Well it should be! It's funny and it made him laugh. Isn't laughter the best way to bond with other fellow beings?
-He wants a dino costume too. And you bet he'd play a very good dino, given his towering frame and boisterous laugh. But alas, the prince of Hell has an image to maintain.
-Psych! He makes Barbatos buy one for him anyways
Luke:
-Genuinely thought it was a monster coming to attack him when you started running towards him.
-Screams and dives to hide behind the nearest person before realising it's you.
-He's mad at you for scaring him like that. You feel a strong urge to squish his pouty little face.
Simeon:
-Probably the person Luke hid behind.
-He, too, thought you were some weird devildom creature
-He’s just happy to see you be comfortable enough around them to be so wonderfully ridiculous
-He’s also trailing behind you and Solomon to make sure you both don’t get into too much trouble. Responsible mom™
Thirteen:
-"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
-MC where did you get this??? She wants one too.
-Draws angry little eyebrows on the dino face.
-Now there's a giggling dino with tiny inflatable arms being chased down the halls by a reaper trying to vandalize it.
Mephisto:
-GOOD GRIEF, MC. Have you forgotten you’re a representative of the exchange program chosen by Lord Diavolo himself??? Such tomfoolery will only drag his Lord’s reputation down.
-(Little does he know his Lord is currently busy trying to figure out how to get his arms into a similar costume.)
-Stay 5 kilometres away from him he doesn't want to associate himself with you while you're dressed like THAT.
-Wear a Barney costume and say you’re matching and watch him lose his shit.
Raphael:
-What are you doing??? Are all humans like this???
-Is there a specific reason you're wearing this??? Does it help you in any way???
-So many questions but none shall be answered.
fav thing about obey me is that the characters love you regardless of whether you romance them or not. like you are special to them always.
lucifer still lets you chill in his office and listen to classical records with him while he does paperwork. he still makes smug ass comments that will end up with you cursing him out and him laughing about it. he still makes sure that you’re keeping up with everything well enough, that it’s not overwhelming you. he still confides in you about his fears and worries about himself and his brothers. he still looks out for you and checks in your make sure you’re doing alright in RAD.
mammon is still your dumbass best friend who takes you out the casino because he swears you’re the luckiest person he’s ever met. he still whines and complains about stupid shit to you like getting scammed or getting in trouble for another one of his schemes. he still holes up for movie nights in your room every night there’s no work to be done the next day. he still holds pride in the fact that he was the first demon to see how amazing you are and make a pact about it. (don’t bring up how that pact came to be for your own sake. he still sulks like a madman!!)
leviathan still watches shows and plays games with you. he still farms on your accounts for you so you can pull for that one character you really like. he still stays holed up in his room with you counting the clock to midnight, preparing for the next merch drop with plans to clear out the whole shop. he still trusts you with his insecurities and vulnerabilities, enough to be sincere and genuine in his excitement when talking to you. he still opens up to you because you will always be his Henry no matter what.
satan still takes you to cat cafes and holds a two person book club with you. he still helps you study when you need it and even when you don’t. he still barges into your room to bitch about his latest annoyance. he still trusts you with the parts of himself that he still isn’t sure is really him or maybe a remnant of his brother left inside him by mistake. still makes sure not to let anyone disrespect you in class, because if they do they only have three seconds to run.
asmodeus still drags you to his self care nights. slathers a face mask on you and shares the latest gossip and drama. still buys you pretty things that he thought would look nice on you, or reminded him of you. he still makes sure no one’s talking behind your back, makes sure that you’re doing okay. he’s still comfortable enough to vegetate with you, and let down all pretenses and masks; you are always going to be someone he is comfortable baring himself to. he’ll still freak out with you over stupid shit you’re excited about and he’ll still make sure you’re always good with yourself, kind to yourself.
beelzebub still takes you out to eat and clear out buffets with him weekly. he still invites you to his matches personally. he still gets excited when he sees you show up even though you’ve been attending his games consistently for years now. he still tells you about his brothers and his’ time in the celestial realm. he’ll still tell you about his sister and love you enough to feel comfortable to grieve in front of you. he still makes sure you’re always eating enough—he’s gotta make sure you’re taking care of yourself, yknow? he also still eats your leftovers even when you explicitly tell him not too. sorry. :(
belphegor still takes you to the planetarium when things are getting too much. he takes your nightmares away. makes sure you sleep well. he still drags you down for a nap whenever he feels like it. he still tells you about how he misses his sister, about how he misses his brothers sometimes even though they’re still here, just different. he still trusts you enough to admit that sometimes, he misses himself, and who he was before all this. and then after all that, he still flicks you on the nose and calls you annoying because before he is an avatar of sin he is the spoiled baby of the family, and he knows you’ll always be there to snark right back.
sorry it just. moves me. like you truly do become a part of these seven guys’ found family no matter what. even if you reject every single possible romance option they will still love you and protect you and look out for you and snap at you and annoy you and not even be sorry about it. because you are special to them!!! you will always be someone important to them!!!!
