You sometimes forget how strong demons really are. You never thought of them as your equal from the start, because you are only a human, a fragile one at that. You know you can get hurt easily, crushed by things they would barely notice, even if you try your best to protect yourself. Most of the time, they are careful, but there are moments when they forget that your body is not made to handle their strength.
One time, you were talking with Diavolo, standing close as he laughed loudly at something you said. He laughed so hard that his stomach hurt, and without thinking, he gave you a friendly pat on the back.
It sent you straight to the ground. You hit the floor before you even realized what happened. Diavolo froze, then panicked, immediately apologizing over and over, fussing over you with so much guilt that he completely forgot for a moment that his strength was never normal to begin with.
Another time, Belphie was asleep with his head on your lap. You were relaxed, gently playing with his hair, until he shifted in his sleep and his demon tail suddenly slapped your face.
Mammon, who was right beside you, immediately shouted at Belphie for hurting you. Later, when you checked, there was a bruise forming on your cheek. You didn’t even expect it to bruise.
You and Levi were late for a convention, and he grabbed your arm and started running, panic pushing him forward as he dragged you along. It was only later that you noticed the marks on your arm, dark and sore from how tightly he held you. None of them ever meant to hurt you, but moments like these reminded you again and again that you are human, and they are demons.
You ended up scolding them again and command them to not touch you for a week because there are bruises everywhere, you need to let it heal somehow or else people gonna assume the worse.
imagine, all the dates you've been going on suddenly cutting you off muttering a small and terrified "sorry uhh i...had something come up" or texting you 'sorry. can't come' or straight up shrieking and sprinting away at the sight of you on the road or in a bar, leaving you with your hand in mid–wave, standing awkwardly
lately you've been feeling like you're being followed. you'd turn around and find nothing. you feel like someone's looking at you through the window of your house, even seeing a shadow forming...but its just the tree and the breeze...
another time when you're on a date, and this douchebag doesn't wanna leave you alone and starts getting all handsy so you have to pry him off and dash towards your home while he whistles from behind for you
and the next day you wake up to a ring on your doorbell and a note stuck on the pavement...
'i don't agree with that annoying guy's ways. ps took care of him'
now obviously a rational part of you was scared thinking who was this man? why does he know this? but honestly you were more relieved over the fact that that guy is not gonna disturb you
an idea strikes you that if he was the guy who's been stalking you without any action, why not put him to work? so you start leaving grocery list on the doorstep on a sticky note before leaving for work and then coming back to a bag full of even medicines you were out of on the kitchen counter
he is this close to becoming your maid. he brings you groceries, midnight snacks, meds, household supplies, sometimes even slipping some money inside the bag. but honestly you can't really complain couse you feel like you're becoming rich now that the 'mystery man' has been helping you...but it can't be that guy whom you've been seeing frequently these days right?
— dottore , NEUVILLETTE , FLINS , varka , NOYYYY , valeriy , CHILDEEEEE , LOHENNN YES , blade (both), ASHVEIL , phainon , toji , gojo , sukuna (i think he'll be the scary) lucifer , mammon (bro's broke how he do dat) , BARBATOS , JADE , FLOYD
note:: obviously pls don't go stalking people you like just talk to them and take a no like a champ. i don't condone this behaviour its satire.
he hadn't been the same ever since you made him try a period cramp simulator a month ago.
it all unfolded during one ordinary morning— until it ended up being anything but ordinary— when you presented the device to him like an ancient relic uncovered from the deepest depths of the earth, all while saying something along the lines of, “it's a social experiment. a precious opportunity to strengthen our bond and explore the art of empathy."
him, being the ever-dutiful husband, naturally found himself agreeing to try it.
long story short, it humbled him deeply.
you thought he was already attentive during your cycle. which, to be truthful, he was. but now? you realised that you were wrong. very, very wrong.
and now, you were being greeted by your husband's face in the wee hours of the morning through one cracked eye, the mattress dipping with his weight as he stared at you with concern etched into his features.
then came the first inquiry.
“good morning, sweetheart. are you in pain?”
you blinked, groggily sitting up, an ache beginning to form in the deep depths of your system. “oh… i guess so?”
affirming that you were indeed going through that time of the month—courtesy of him having tracked your period— he gave you a solemn nod before standing up, disappearing into the kitchen and reappearing with a trey in hand.
you squinted. a fully prepared breakfast that looked too beautiful to consume. a heating pad. tea. water. chocolates. painkillers. and… a checklist.
you took a peek.
heating pad prepared. favorite blanket and pillows fluffed up. comfort snacks placed in her favorite bowl within reach. romance dramas queued. sanitary products restocked. chores cleared.
your gaze darted between him and the trey, your mouth closing and opening as your brain scrambled to process the situation.
“here, use this,” he moved forward, fluffing up the pillow you were sleeping on from behind before gently nudging you back, securing the heating pad against your stomach. “there.”
you didn't know which one to do first. shed a few sparkly tears of gratitude or laugh and lung forward and drown him in kisses.
“y-you didn't have to do all that—”
“i wanted to. i must. you can't be saying outrageous things like that.”
he didn't allow you to lift a single finger throughout the day. checked in from time to time to make sure you were okay, brought you whatever you asked for, gave you a message even though you didn't ask for it, dropped everything to cook for you, and came in with tissues, perfectly brewed tea with your exact preferences, vitamins and an even fluffier blanket when you sneezed once. at some point, he asked if you would like him to carry you around the house—even the bathroom, by the way— because “why waste your energy when I'm here?”
by evening, you were lounging like the queen you are, surrounded by all the things needed to make your period session bearable and one prepared-and ready-to pamper-to-the-max husband.
you paused the drama you were watching, yanking him down towards you from where you were curled up on the couch, his warmth immediately wrapping around you.
his hand instinctively found your waist, the other braced beside your hip. “hey— what's up?”
you grinned, lifting yourself just a little to place a featherlight kiss against his jaw. “baby, thank you. i'm fine now. why don't you relax with me?”
he hesitated for a moment, although his hands betrayed him by tightening around your waist just a fraction.
“are you sure? what if—”
“no buts. i demand cuddles. right now.”
he chuckled, the sound coming out breathier than intended as he settled down beside you before pulling you on top of him, securing you against his chest, his fingers already gently combing through your hair. you sighed contently, nuzzling deeper, all while his heart nearly gave out at the gesture.
after a moment, he spoke.
“if you ever need anything, just tell me,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss your temple.
“then stay here. with me.”
you didn't have to repeat that. and you never had to doubt the royalty treatment coming up every month. although he'd still make sure to treat you like a queen outside of that month, too.
A/N: mmmm I love Obey Me, I wish I could write about it more! Thanks for the request! ❤︎ ya!
Lucifer ⌕
Normally he’s so serious. His chest puffed out and his head held high. But something about watching you squirm under him, hands tied next to your ears and legs draped over his shoulders, makes him go feral.
Barbatos ⌕
While Barbatos is technically on the bottom, looking up at you bouncing on him, he’ll never make you forget that he’s in charge. That subtle look glinting in his eye sends shivers down your spine, but he won’t let you come without any eye contact.
Diavolo ⌕
He’s absolutely crazy about you, despite being so busy. He loves to push your head further down his cock, watching you struggle to take 10 inches of pure, demon dick. Don’t tease him while he has visitors, though, cause he’ll make sure you never leave his office.
Leviathan ⌕
Despite normally being submissive, if you rile him up enough he absolutely destroy you. Pinned down, both cocks sliding in and out of your pussy and ass, while his tail gags you, keeping you quiet enough to not draw any attention.
Satan ⌕
His professional and put together personality is merely a facade, a mask that’s easy to break. Especially if you’re you. Most of the time he’ll lay you across his lap, hand clapping down on your ass repeatedly. Don’t worry, though, you’ll get a reward as soon as you’re good again.
With a fem!MC that is attracted to their true forms
Characters: Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon and Simeon (x reader, separately)
Setting: friends with feelings
Part 1 (context fic) , Part 2 (introduction + older brothers) , Part 3 (younger brothers)
Main Masterlist
C/W: MENTIONS of size kink, manhandling, inappropiate use of portals (glory holes lmao, I feel filthy writing that), jealousy, sensory depravation
A/N: This part in general is tamer than the others, but Solomon's and Simeon's are even tamer because they got SO LONG. Simeon's is 888 words, which I find interesting
Diavolo learnt from your erotic interest in demonic traits out of Lucifer’s drunken mouth.
They were deep in their third bottle of Demonus, stammering about who knows what already, when his friend finally decided to comment on what had been going on in the House of Lamentation, face covered in a nice flush and eyes closed, reliving the memories.
To say that Diavolo was immediately filled with jealousy is an understatement.
Mind you, he had always been jealous of the brothers in general, but it was mostly of their childishness and the freedom that allowed them to be occasionally immature. Lately, though, his thoughts had been completely interrupted by the constant reminder of how close the relationship between you all is, and how they’re able to be and coexist with you, and share your time and your space equally.
So to suddenly hear his best friend dreamily explain the shift in your relationship? To be forced to imagine the charged stares and the desperate, exploring touches? There was nothing he could do but flash a practiced, PR approved, grin and hum every now and then for the rest of their hangout.
And there was nothing else he could think about ever since then, especially if he happened to cross paths with you at RAD.
He notices now, more than ever, the differences between you two. In his opinion, your humanity has always been one of your most attractive features: the strength to be kind and forgiving, the finality in your decisions, which gives significance to your mortal life; the free will to give every silly thing a meaning... It’s very intriguing, and he never felt any shame declaring how much he loved them, even if it isn’t in his nature to fully understand it.
However, your humanity has taken a different connotation lately.
See…
You are so, so small.
How didn’t he notice before? How didn’t he notice just how much bigger than you he is? Nevermind the average height and weight for a human woman, he still gets to surpass you in every way; making you tilt your head up to maintain eye contact, granting you permission to use his body as a cover if you wish to hide from the brothers’ demands, and even engulfing your hand in his whenever he manages to score a dance with you at parties.
He is sure he could just… manoeuvre you around without using that much force. Hug the curves of your waist with a single hand to pull you closer until he can’t differentiate your heat from his and set the pace with nothing but the muscles in his arms and your compliance; shield you from the outside world with his body alone and let you scratch your impatience away on his back; open your legs with the width of his horns and stay there as long as he pleases, drenching his sheets in drool and everything your body can offer.
He may control himself against temptation better than any other demon (he is set to be king, after all), but he is still a demon. He’ll take you with him to madness. He’ll take you to a blubbering mess. He’ll take you.
Obviously, he had previously noticed you staring at him, but he’d thought it was sheer interest and fascination. A human admiring a sinful creature with curiosity.
Now that you’re alone with him in his office, though, he notices that you’re not wearing pantyhose under the uniform skirt: you’re wearing thigh stockings. The elastic looks uncomfortable on your skin, but all he’s seeing is the fat tissue protruding ever so slightly, begging his fingers to dug in and squeeze.
He wonders, once he finally looks up and finds your waiting gaze, how didn’t he notice you flirting with him all along.
Barbatos was present when Lucifer got to the point of no return and openly confessed his addiction to your body, so he does, too, now, observe you in ways he never did before.
Suffice to say, he’s mostly amused about the whole situation.
While a demon’s appearance is meant to fit the beauty standards of the human realm, innocent souls will sometimes contain an unfiltered urge to be intimate with true monsters. Horns, wings and tails are the standard, but succubi and incubi’s official reports have described fur, size differences, fanged mouths with serpentine tongues, clawed paws, tentacles, and, amongst many others, modified genitalia.
As a friend, you’ll need to forgive him, but, as a demon, it’s impossible not to wonder which one of those fantasies is the one that keeps you awake at night. Do you get aroused with the idea of feeling dwarfed by your partner, like you would with the Young Lord? Is it exciting to ignore fear and show your bare body to Beelzebub’s drooling mouth? Or perhaps you’re one of those people who thinks Levi shares more with snakes than he does with humans?
For the sake of decency and his own politeness, he won’t discuss any of this with you (although since the brothers discovered everything on accident to begin with and Lucifer was drunk when he spilled his guts, Barbatos has no business knowing anything anyway). He’ll keep your friendship untainted, and only tease you ever so subtly; enough to raise a bit of suspicion, but not to directly ask him about it, like standing right behind you when there’s a crowd and letting his breath kiss your nape.
Of course, he is also curious about what could you possibly find attractive about him specifically, given that he’s a peculiar demon, but he fears the answer would be disappointing. He has no horns on his head, but bony, feeble wings instead, and although his forked tail may look seducing at first, it isn’t that much comfortable to play with; it’s wet to the touch and incredibly sensitive, but not in a good way.
It doesn’t even occur to him that your attraction towards demons could expand beyond scales, horns and pointy wings.
He doesn’t consider that idea until he’s opening a portal to the human realm for you to visit your loved ones and you suddenly stop to take one long look at him, at the buzzing edges of the portal and the rigid, yet precise position of his fingers: the three longest stuck together in the air. He looks at you back, perplexed, but you’re only grinning coyly at whatever’s crossing your mind.
“So you can open portals to anywhere you want, right?” you ask, slowly crossing the glossy magical entrance with one hand, as if tasting the feeling on your naked skin. The observation catches his interest, and he nods with a cautious smile. “No matter the size of the space?”
Your breath hitches for just a second after you ask the question, but it’s enough to alter his breath as well. His mind stumbles to go wherever you’re thinking, ultimately failing, and the portal falters almost imperceptibly on the process.
“As long as my hand can pass, I suppose” he ends up saying, trying to maintain his composure. However, you lighten up at his words, and the realization of what you’re actually asking hits him like a train. He notices himself gasp and flush, but doesn’t say anything else, wishing to see how far you’ll go with your curiosity.
“And you can open the portal on any surface?” you keep on asking, taking a step closer in a nonchalant manner despite the implied filth coming out of your mouth. “Say… on cloth?” His imagination pushes him to lower his gaze, directly towards your hips, and you sway them playfully in response.
“I’ve never had a valid reason to open such a portal; besides, I’m afraid Lord Diavolo needs to grant me permission to use my powers” he reminds you, and the slight disappointment in your expression doesn’t escape him. He’d be lying if he said he doesn’t feel it too.
Sadly, you leave after that, blowing him a kiss before disappearing through the portal, but your suggestion remains with him for longer than he’d ever admit out loud to anyone other than you.
He can’t ask the Young Lord permission for something like that, can he? Something so frivolous and selfish, and so out of character from him. And even if he gets said permission, he can’t go and open a portal in your… underwear! Without letting you know, no less!
He just can’t…
…can he?
Seeing hickeys covering the smoothness of Asmo’s neck and clavicles shouldn’t have raised any interest in him. To be clear: it wouldn’t have done so at any other point in time or in any other context, but he isn’t called Solomon the Wise for nothing. He is observant; and observe he did.
He isn’t the only one who’s shamelessly infatuated with you (he wasn’t even the first one to reach that point of attraction), so seeing Asmo and his brothers scramble their way into impressing you or getting your attention lost its amusing factor pretty early on. It was still fun to witness sometimes, don’t get him wrong, but there were times when he couldn’t help but see himself in their hopeless faces, wondering when you’d see their feelings, or if you’d ever see them at all.
And if you were so oblivious to your roommates, then how would you ever notice your teacher, who found it so hard to hang out with you?
Besides, watching the brothers monopolize your time so easily always sent a wave of something awful and wicked through his body. Not only did they live with you, but they also shared meals and even beds on occasion; would it kill them to let you go for a few hours during classes?
Sadly, there would be no comfort for his jealousy other than your undivided presence; and since there was no way he’d get you alone with him any time soon…
Yeah, he’d rather observe just you and ignore the rest.
And, lately, he’s found various discriminating changes.
Ha saw a flustered expression where there used to be none, longing stares under your eyelashes that could burn a man alive, sinuous shapes in the movement of your hips comparable to Asmodeus’s hypnotizing charm, an extra open button above your breasts, remains of a masculine scent trailing behind you, hands disappearing under your desk whenever you sat next to one of the brothers…
Hickeys on Asmo’s skin.
Solomon is wise and observant, and he’s quick to learn. He knows how to put two and two together.
So another change takes place.
It comes out of nowhere, and it gets on your nerves extremely quickly.
Your sharp-witted, mysterious teacher, one of the most powerful sorcerers in the three realms, suddenly starts to just… sigh really loudly around you. Like an abandoned dog or a female lead in one of those cloyingly romantic novels, your demon-like human friend became annoying and dramatic very out of the blue.
Now, whenever you go to his lab for scheduled lessons, he sits by the windows and stares at the streets with what you suspect is forced heartbreak. If you have lunch with him and any of the brothers and you let them feed you, he sighs obnoxiously, until whoever is trying to be romantic with you drops the fork and side-eyes him.
He doesn’t look amused; he doesn’t look truly sad… It’s almost like defeat.
Curiosity is killing you by the time you reach Purgatory Hall, and it gives you a reason not to feel deranged when you pound on the door repeatedly. Simeon and Luke aren’t home anyway (you made sure of that), and it isn’t like they have any neighbours, so you’d only be bothering Solomon, which, depending on why he’s been acting like a Victorian widow, he probably deserves or not.
Of course, once he opens the door, he sighs pitifully and drops his gaze, which is enough for you to push him back inside and close the door behind you; no regrets.
You expect him to act in an even more melodramatic manner in response, maybe surprised or hurt, but he seems elated. He’s breathing heavily, showing a wide grin that doesn’t match his previous behaviour, while grabbing your wrist to keep your hand on his chest.
He says he’s been lonely, left behind, feeling at a disadvantage; but now you’re alone with him, in his house. There’s no one to take you away from him, no one to demand your attention and no one for him to fight for your affections. He may not be a demon, but he never needed to be one. Do you know how much he can do with magic? He can soundproof the room, take away your senses until there’s nothing else to feel but his touch, silence you, bound you… Hell, he can lend you his powers again and let you put him at your mercy.
He’ll let you do anything as long as it’s just you and him.
He won’t let the brothers get in the way.
Simeon is at a loss of words. He doesn’t know what’s happening and he isn’t sure if he wants to know.
Ever since he first met you, the unresolved feelings between you and the brothers had been a well-known secret; something everyone was aware of, but didn’t dare say out loud. Watching you be kind, patient and courageous in the Devildom, only to receive their hopeless pinning in response, had become something as natural as breathing air or sleeping. It was endearing, and maybe a bit embarrassing to watch on occasion, but it simply was.
Perhaps it was natural for the brothers, too, to feel that way. The last time he saw them so happy and satisfied in their lives was back when they were all angels, before the war and their sister’s death. Her loss left them broken and bitter, and, although you clearly aren’t a substitute sister for them to cope, your presence has made an obvious impact in their lives.
And Simeon can understand that.
He can see you have a good soul, and your determination to remain close to your humanity in the world you were thrown to was a key element in your success during the school year. You’re brave and you stand your ground, but you don’t go looking for brawls, or at least he hopes you don’t, and you defend the weak when they’re vulnerable. Levi wasn’t far off when he began naming you Henry; you are a hero.
Of course he can understand how his former brothers fell in love with you.
What he doesn’t understand is exactly when everything started to change.
They still long for you, that much is obvious, but they’re so much bolder now, and it looks like you reciprocate their advances. They whisper in your ear when there’s no need for silence, and you scoop closer; you play with their hands during long lectures, and they play with your hair in return. Even Lucifer, who cares about appearances more than anyone, once got close enough to speak directly against your lips, and whatever he said to you at the moment was too tantalizing for you not to close the distance and pull him into an empty classroom. There was no one in the halls, sure, but still.
Embarrassingly enough, Simeon left wishing to hear what was said, although he had a vague idea.
He tried asking Lucifer himself about it, but he got defensive. The only thing he said, albeit arrogantly, was that you liked him as a demon, and anything else between you was none of Simeon’s business, which was a fair thing to say, he must admit.
However, seeing both the carnal desperation in your eyes and you seizing the opportunity to satisfy it, really did change something in him.
And since he can’t really control himself when it comes to you, he goes ahead and asks you directly, taking advantage of a free evening where Luke is with Barbatos and Solomon is with Asmo.
He starts the conversation with pure curiosity, asking whether or not you’re finally dating his former brother. He saw you kissing at RAD, so there’s definitely something between you, right? He just wants to know; as a friend, obviously. He only wants the best for you, and seeing Lucifer happy after such a long time brings peace to his heart.
You chuckle at that, however, and that’s when you explain what actually happened since the very beginning. The otome game ad, the flirtatious ambience in the House of Lamentation, the tension finally breaking between you and the brothers… You look embarrassed talking about everything out loud, but there’s a softer edge in your voice; something appreciative seeping through the incriminating words.
You thank him for his understanding, and he feels his cheeks get warm.
Then you subtly change the subject, and it becomes obvious to him that your shame got lost amongst the demons a long time ago.
“Hey, I just realized I’ve never seen your angel form” you say; and it could be such an interesting, innocent concept to talk about if not for what brought him to invite you for tea in the first place.
He has an angel form, which he rarely displays. He has wings and a halo, and a golden armour that would leave you blind, but he isn’t particularly proud of it. Back then, when he was a seraph, he used to have multiple sets of wings and infinite eyes hidden under the feathers. He was monstrous, and glorious, and eternal.
He failed then, and it cost him his position in the hierarchy.
If he sinned… If he fell to temptation…
He stops himself, trying not to think about the darkness in your eyes when you kissed Lucifer in the hallway, or about your shoe riling up the hem of his pants right now. He tries not to think about his infinite eyes, who wouldn’t have let you go out of his sight. Forever under his attention, would you have felt overwhelmed?
You overwhelm him.
You’d make a fallen angel look majestic.
He tries not to think about it, but, in the end… he knows it’s worth it.
nsfw. little blurb for the starved barbatos fans out there.. I just know he’s a secret freak. gn! and bottom reader
Out of all the demons you were now familiar with in the Devildom, you were sure that Barbatos was the least likely to be skilled in bed. It wasn’t like you had anything against him — you just couldn’t imagine the stoic, always reserved servant of Diavolo as anything but strictly celibate.
It only took your tear-stained face being pressed into a mattress with the demon in-question’s cock filling you for you to rethink that statement. If you could think at all, that is, with his relentless thrusts reducing your brain to mush.
Pounding you until you were crying, questions flying through your head of how barbatos, who seemed about as sexual as a rock was fucking the soul out of your body. You were face down with your ass up, desperately clutching the sheets when you had nowhere to run from the overwhelming pleasure.
It was a shock how wrong you were about his skill; almost as shocking as that morning, where you went to him to complain about how pent-up you were, not at all expecting him to offer to take care of you himself.
Stripping you like he’d done this hundreds of times before, spending what felt like eternity prepping and sliding a pillow under you for comfort when he finally folded you under him.
His thrusts were precise, slamming into that spot so deep inside you over and over again until your eyes were rolling back, kissing down your neck and spine in a gentle contrast to the way he was brutally rearranging your guts.
He didn’t stop until you came so many times that your vision was going white, like he was trying to make sure you never felt desperate again. By the time he finally let up, exhaustion hit you so hard that you passed out almost immediately.
When you woke up the next morning there was a tray of freshly cooked breakfast being placed on the nightstand beside you along with some of his signature tea. He was still in his pyjamas, a laid-back sight of him that you didn’t normally get the pleasure of seeing.
He urged the cup to your lips, smiling at how you easily opened them for him. “To help your voice after all that screaming you did last night,” he teased, causing you to quickly cough out the tea in surprise all over the freshly changed sheets.
He tutted, wiping your lip in a way that felt strangely sensual. “What a mess, now I’ll have to change these again. Say, why don’t we have some fun first?”
It was at that moment that you decided; you might need to rethink your view on Barbatos.
a/n: sorry for slow uploads this week, I’m on vacation! Hope everyone had a great holiday, love u all! <33
I have a headcanons scenario the brothers and the side characters pinching MC's cheeks to see their reaction when they're staring off into space, asleep, or just studying and MC doesn't notice them.
── ⋆⋅☆ OBEY ME - CHEEK PINCHING
── ⋆⋅☆ AUTHORS NOTE - Went through A LOT of voice lines from the game to try and make these guys as in-character as possible. Realized I know nothing about Mephistopheles or Raphael, so I didn't write about them.
── ⋆⋅☆ LUCIFER
Lucifer notices immediately when you get distracted.
He pretends he doesn’t, of course. He keeps his arms crossed, keeps that perfect posture, but he’s watching you like a hawk the second your attention drifts.
You’ll be sitting in his office, supposedly helping with paperwork or discussing something important, and then… your focus just floats away? Hello?
Maybe it’s a shiny object, maybe it’s a silly thought, maybe it’s nothing at all.
Your eyes glaze a little, your head tilts, and you’re gone.
Lucifer takes one look at you and just… melts internally. :/
He will NEVER admit that.
But the fondness hits him so hard he has to look away for a second.
He calls your name once. Doesn’t work.
Calls it again, slightly sharper. Still nothing.
At this point, he’s smiling, not visibly, no, but the corners of his mouth are absolutely betraying him.
So he walks over, tilts his head a bit, and leans down.
Then he just pinches your cheek.
“There you are,” he says, sounding far too satisfied for someone who just manhandled your face.
You react, flustered or startled or pouty, and that only makes it worse.
He pinches again, softer this time, because apparently he has discovered his new favourite toy. Your easily distracted expression.
You ask why he did that, and he raises an eyebrow like it should be obvious.
“You weren’t listening.”
He means, 'You were adorable, and I needed you to look at me right now.'
── ⋆⋅☆ MAMMON
Mammon notices when you get distracted faster than he notices sale signs.
Which is saying something.
You’ll be talking to him. Or, well, he’ll be talking and bragging, and then suddenly your focus just… drifts.
Your eyes go off somewhere, you stop responding, and your brain has clearly unplugged itself from the room.
Mammon freezes. Not because he’s offended.
It's because your “I have no thoughts in my head right now” face is the cutest thing he’s ever seen, and he has to physically hold onto something to keep from combusting.
He tries calling your name.
His voice gets progressively louder and more desperate. “Yo! Human!! Helloooo?! Are ya even listenin’?! Hey!! Earth to... c’mon!!”
You don’t snap out of it, and Mammon is suffering.
So, naturally, he panics and goes for the most Mammon solution possible. He walks right up to you and pinches your cheek.
Not gentle. Not delicate. A full “I’m tryna reboot your brain like a malfunctioning vending machine” pinch.
You jolt back to reality like someone unplugged and replugged you.
Mammon immediately goes bright red. “W-WHAT?! Ya weren’t listenin’! I had to get ya back somehow!! Don’t give me that look!!” (⸝⸝•̀⸝⸝•́⸝⸝)
Meanwhile he’s staring at you with the dorkiest smile he’s desperately trying to hide, because your confused little face is killing him.
── ⋆⋅☆ LEVIATHAN
Levi tries so hard to pretend he doesn’t care that you’re not paying attention to him. Spoiler: he cares. A lot.
Inside? He is wilting like a neglected houseplant. (•́ ᴖ •̀)
You’re NOT looking at him, and he is fighting for his life.
Eventually, he scoots closer. Like… a pixel at a time.
He leans over your shoulder to see what has you so focused, and then it hits him: you look cute.
Like dangerously cute, Concentration-face cute.
He goes red IMMEDIATELY.
His brain: Error. Buff overflow. Abort. His body apparently decides to act on its own, though.
And he just— PINCHES YOUR CHEEK?!
Gently. Tentatively. Like he’s afraid you’ll crash if he clicks the wrong spot.
The SECOND he realizes what he just did, he jerks his hand back like you burned him.
“I—I wasn’t trying to get your attention or anything!! I just— I mean— You— AUGH—” (⸝⸝๑ ﹏ ๑⸝⸝⸝)
But now you’re looking at him. Mission accidentally successful.
Levi is internally punching the air because YES, he has your attention, but also NO because he cannot survive this level of eye contact.
Will spend the next 24 hours ranting to himself in his bathtub about how he “totally didn’t do that because you were cute” while replaying the moment.
── ⋆⋅☆ SATAN
Satan notices you getting distracted before you even realize it’s happening.
One second you’re talking to him, and the next you’re staring off at… a speck of dust?
Doesn’t matter, he thinks it’s adorable.
He watches you for a moment, trying to pretend he’s not completely endeared.
Like, he’ll even put a hand under his chin and act like he’s contemplating deep philosophy, but really he’s just thinking, “Why are they so cute when they’re spaced out?” (╭ರ_•́)
At first, he tries calling your name. Calmly. Softly. Very gentlemanly.
And that’s when he decides to escalate.
He leans forward with the smooth confidence of someone who thinks he’s immune to embarrassment (he isn’t).
Then he reaches out and pinches your cheek.
Not hard — just enough to get your attention.
The moment you snap out of it and look at him, he gives you this tiny, smug smile like he’s so proud of himself for 'bringing you back to reality.'”'
“You drifted off,” he says, like he didn’t just reach over and grab your face like you’re a cat he wants to squish.
He claims he only did it because you weren’t listening.
Lies.
── ⋆⋅☆ ASMODEUS
You're hanging out in his room again — lucky you!
Asmo’s sitting beside you on his bed, filing his nails and telling you all about a disastrous outfit someone wore earlier.
He’s very passionate about it, clearly.
But at some point, you stop responding.
You're staring off at… something. Absolutely entranced, and Asmo just blinks at you like “…hello?”
He leans in a little, “Darling?”
No reaction.
Then he makes the most offended-yet-delighted face, like >:O but sparkly.
And without warning, he reaches over and pinches your cheek gently.
“There you are! Oh my goodness, what has you so focused that you forget about me?”
You blink at him, startled and cute, and he actually gasps — dramatically of course — “Aww! That face! Do it again~!”
He scoots closer until he’s basically draped across your lap, batting his lashes. “I swear, when you zone out like that, it’s adorable enough to be illegal.”
And yes, he absolutely plays with your cheek again just because he can.
Later, he’ll flop onto his bed alone, kick his feet, and mumble to himself, “Their cheeks are so soft… I’m doing that again next time.”
── ⋆⋅☆ BEELZEBUB
You’re sitting with Beel in the living room, the two of you sharing snacks… well, you’re sharing snacks. Beel’s inhaling them like oxygen.
He’s talking about this new protein bar he found that “tastes kind of like mango but also like regret,” and you’re nodding along until.
Oh? There you go again.
Totally zoned out. Staring at absolutely nothing. Your snack halfway to your mouth like you froze mid-animation.
Beel notices immediately.
At first, he just tilts his head, all soft and confused, like a big, gentle puppy. “…Are you okay?”
No answer.
He leans in closer, brows furrowed with concern. Still nothing.
So he gently reaches out with those giant warm hands of his and pinches your cheek, so light it’s barely even a pinch.
“Hey,” he says with the softest little smile, “You spaced out.”
You blink up at him all dazed and cute, and his expression melts.
You can practically see the way his heart does a little flip.
“That look…” He looks away shyly and smiles to himself. “Um… it’s cute.”
He keeps his hand hovering near your cheek like he’s tempted to do it again, but he’s Beel, so he’s polite about it.
He only gives in when you lean into his hand, he’s like ( ˶o˶˶o˶) !! but also ( ,,◕ ̫ ◕,, )
He offers you the last piece of his snack as a peace offering. (He never gives the last piece. That’s true love.)
Later, he goes to grab another bag of chips and quietly mutters to himself, “I hope they get distracted again… I liked touching their cheek.”
── ⋆⋅☆ BELPHEGOR
You’re in the attic with Belphie... where else would you be?
He’s half-asleep on your shoulder, mumbling something about how the stars look fake tonight and how he “could totally sue” if they keep twinkling that loudly.
You’re listening… until you’re not.
At some point, you drift off into your own little world. It's too cozy not to.
Your eyes get all soft and unfocused, and you’re completely gone.
Belphie opens one eye, peeks at you, and instantly recognizes the look.
He stares for a moment, absolutely fascinated.
You’re quiet. Still. Peaceful. He loves it.
He sighs, dramatic but sleepy, shifts himself closer, and reaches up with one lazy hand to pinch your cheek.
It’s not even a proper pinch, more like a soft, sleepy squish.
“Hey…” he mutters, voice low and satisfied, “don’t go drifting off without me.”
You blink awake, startled and cute, and Belphie just smirks like he’s been waiting for that exact expression.
“There you are,” he murmurs, snuggling back against you like you didn’t just get sneak-attacked by a cheek pinch. “You make the cutest face when you zone out… It’s distracting.”
He says it so casually, like it’s just a fact of nature and not something that’s been making him kick his feet internally.
And when you swat at him?
He grabs your hand, pulls it to his chest, and goes right back to napping on you with the smuggest little smile.
── ⋆⋅☆ DIAVOLO
You’re visiting the castle, which is already a big deal because Diavolo acts like you hung the moon.
He’s giving you a tour, talking excitedly about some upcoming festival and how he wants you to be there.
And then he realizes… You’re not responding.
You’re standing there in the hallway, staring at a stained-glass window like it just told you a life-changing secret.
Diavolo pauses mid-sentence. Smiles.
Sets his hands on his hips like a dad about to lovingly scold a toddler.
“Hello…?”
Nothing.
He steps closer, peeks down at your face with this amused, soft expression like he’s watching a baby animal do something precious.
And then, with the gentlest touch for a man who could crush boulders, he pinches your cheek.
Not hard. Just a light little squeeze to bring you back to the mortal realm.
“There you are!” he laughs, bright and warm. “You drifted off for a moment.”
You blink up at him all surprised and cute and Diavolo’s whole face just softens like he’s experiencing love for the first time.
“That look…” he murmurs, cheeks warming just a little, “I should find ways to see it more often.”
── ⋆⋅☆ BARBATOS
You’re in the castle kitchen with Barbatos, which is already a privilege because he rarely lets anyone near his workspace.
He’s slicing fruit with flawless precision, telling you about a tea blend he’s perfecting.
You’re nodding along, taking in the scent, the warmth, the quiet…
And then your brain just ✨ leaves the building ✨
You stare off at… a teacup. Or maybe a blueberry. Whatever it is, it has absolutely consumed your entire focus.
Barbatos pauses mid-cut, glances over, and gives you this tiny, fond smile.
“Darling…?” he calls gently.
No response.
He sets down the knife, carefully, of course, and steps closer.
He tries again. Still nothing.
And then, without a hint of hesitation, he reaches out and pinches your cheek.
So soft. So quick. So precise. Like he’s done it a thousand times in his mind.
“There you are,” he murmurs with a quiet chuckle, eyes crinkling just a bit. “You seemed… rather absorbed.” (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)
You blink up at him, startled and cute, and Barbatos looks away for a moment like he needs to reset his entire emotional system.
Then he brushes his thumb over the spot he pinched, barely there, and adds, “It is… charming, seeing you like that.”
── ⋆⋅☆ SIMEON
You’re sitting with Simeon in Purgatory Hall.
He’s writing in his notebook, telling you about a story idea he had while cooking breakfast this morning.
You’re listening… at first.
And then your attention drifts off to something completely random.
A dust particle floating by? A pretty patch of sunlight? Who knows? You’re just gone. :/
Simeon notices immediately, of course, he does.
He looks up from his notebook, his smile soft and impossibly gentle.
“Honey…?” he says, voice warm and lilting.
No response.
He tries again, leaning in a little. Still nothing.
So he lets out a tiny, affectionate laugh and reaches out to pinch your cheek, the gentlest pinch in the entire celestial realm.
“There you are,” he says, his smile melting into something fond enough to make any angel jealous. “You looked so peaceful… I almost didn’t want to interrupt.” ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ
You blink at him, all wide-eyed and cute, and he actually laughs softly, covering his mouth just a bit because he can’t handle how adorable you look.
“You make the sweetest expression when you’re lost in thought,” he adds, brushing his thumb lightly over your cheek.
Yes. He’s that soft.
── ⋆⋅☆ SOLOMON
You’re in Solomon’s room, which is always a gamble, because there’s a 50/50 chance something in there is sentient.
He’s mixing something in a cauldron (against all common sense), explaining how it’s “definitely safe this time.”
You’re listening… kind of. Until you’re not.
Your eyes drift over to a shiny crystal on his desk. Or maybe you’re just zoning out because the smell of his potion is… suspicious.
Either way, you’ve left your physical form.
Solomon notices immediately, the man has the observational skills of someone who’s survived his own cooking.
He grins. Oh, he lives for this.
“Oh, sweetheart?” he calls sweetly. Like theatrically.
No response.
He steps closer, amused out of his mind. Still nothing.
So, with absolutely zero hesitation, he reaches out and pinches your cheek.
Not roughly, just enough to snap you back to reality.
“There you are,” he chuckles, eyes sparkling like he just discovered a new spell. “You spaced out. Adorably, I might add.” (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)
You blink at him, startled and cute, and Solomon actually tilts his head like he’s cataloging your expression for future mischief.
He brushes his thumb over your cheek. Soft, playful. And adds,
“I should distract you more often if it means I get to see that look again.”
You know he means it, too.
He’s already plotting 12 different magical excuses to make you zone out.
