they say your spouse's sleeping posture or habits tell what kind of a person they are
and oh boy...
"augh...*hack* damn..."
so what does it mean when your spouse who has either golden retriever energy or black cat energy (up to you), is quite literally enveloping you with his big, muscular body
he was sleeping so soundly too that you were more concerned over him not getting enough sleep instead of you almost suffocating
but hey he's warm
"mmm...soft...warm..."
he was mumbling in his sleep and with the way he was hugging you and caressing your body you pretty much guessed he was dreaming about you. cute as if that didn't melt your heart
for some reason he just slid downwards while he was in very very deep sleep and sluggishly climbed on top of you, with his head on your heart and his body snuggled between your legs
cracking a soft smile you threaded your fingers through his hair and gently scratched his head
"love..." you heard him say before his breathing evened out
"good night to us too"
kaeya, DILUC, zhongli, CHILDE, capitano, neuvillette, WRIOTHESLEY, VARKA, PHAINON, mydei, ASHVEIL, JING YUAN, blade(?), DIAVOLO, BEELZEBUB, malleus, LEONA, JACK, idia (trust i know he hides them pecs under those hoodies), CALEB, RAFAYEL, zayne, YUUJI
Men who would have such big cocks that would make you ride them and you can't even get it halfway in before your fucked outta your mind, small drops of your saliva drooling out your mouth as you beg him for help. His hands on your hips guiding you slowly and slowly as you fully take him in, big belly bulge immediately popping out of your stomach.
Men who have such big dicks that you make them hold your hands when you're riding them. Bouncing on his dick coated in your arousal, going on your own pace until you feel your legs go numb and the feeling of him filled in you was making you more cock drunk. You slowly got rid of his hands on your hips and instead hold his hands as support while you slowly bounce up and down on his cock until a white ring forms around his dick as he fills you up with his seed.
WHEN THEY LâĄVE TO SINK THEIR TEETH/FANGS INTO YOUR SKIN.á GN READER, NSFW MDNI!!!
He's such a delirious freak when he kisses a sliver of your exposed skin.
He'll be fucking you dumb. Raw, unrestrainedâlike an animal lost in heat. The bed groans underneath; big, rough hands gripping your bruised hips like a lifeline as his thrusts grow frantic and sharp; as if he's making sure your abused walls remember every vein of his cock. Moans slip from your lips like confessions, âYeah, keep those pretty noises coming sweets..â He tilts his head, rolling his shoulder backâkeeping his thrusts in a steady rhythm that hit those spots where you completely blank out.
He leans down, you whimper into the pillow when you feel him press more into your used hole. âFuckâi love it when you clench on my cock like that.â He smirks, warm breath ghosting over your earâone of his hands grabs your chin, adjusting so he can see your fucked-out look. âLook at you..so messy,â He whispers low, sultry, thumb wiping away drool you didn't notice was there. His eyes are half lidded, sight clouded as strands of his thick hair frames his forehead like vines.
You feel butterflies in your stomach at how dreamy he looked. And him too.
He leans in to kiss your neckâyou don't realise his intention until he acts on it. It starts slow, unhurried; dragging his lips across your heated skin in long strides, leaving warmth in it's trailâthen he pauses, and smiles against your skin.
You didn't even get to react before he opens his mouth and bites into your supple skin. And at the same damn time; you felt him bury himself in youâfilling you to the brim until a creamy ring forms around the base of his thick cock. It was a shiver that crawled your spine at first; then a certain heat that spread throughout your body.
You tremble, jaw slacked as a silent scream escapes you. He hums deep, like he's savouring you. You weakly glare at him through your peripheralâhe always had this peculiar habit of biting you any chance he got, and honestly.. the amount of worried looks you got from your friends was starting to be embarrassing. âOw!..what are you? A dog..? Stop biting me..!â You tried to free yourself but you didn't have any energy left in you. Plus, he didn't bulge at all.
Black spots litter your sight like constellations as you spiral in and out of reality due to the overwhelming pleasure building in you. He's hooked onto your skin; applying the right amount of pressure where both ecstasy and pain are blurred into a line where you couldn't read it anymore. Hot tears run down your face, staining the pillowcase; he takes his own time to finally let go. It's a wet âpop!â when he retreats. âYou taste sweet..makes me want to eat you up,â He mumbles, licking and kissing the spot where his teeth left an imprint of his attack. You shiver at his cold lips kissing the sore spotâknuckles whitening from gripping at the sheets. âYou're an animal..â You weakly blurt out, voice muffled against the pillow. He grins, wolfishly. âCan't say.. but you love it though.â You groan. He leans back to admire his artwork; damn, you looked good with his teeth on you. His lower abs tighten. He licks his lips.
You mentally died when you felt his limp dick twitch to life inside you.
Rich boyfriends! who spoil you rotten. That gorgeous ruby necklace that you glanced at for a mere second, now adorned around your neck. Nothing is too rare or expensive for him to gift it to you. You could ask him for the moon and heâd do everything in his power to procure it for you.
Rich boyfriends! who keep your collections ever growing. Every newest drop or release of your favorite interests can be found on your bed within a few hours. Whether itâs jewelry, collectibles, or clothes you can expect him to grab at least one of each from the shop just to surprise his lovely s/o. Youâll never ask how he gets a hold of them before anyone else can but you know he has his ways of getting what he wants.
Rich boyfriends! who treat you to the finest of restaurants every chance he gets, and when you want to stay in heâll have his personal chef come in and cook you your favorite meal. Heâs so whipped for you that he will make sure everything is cooked to absolute perfection for his baby.
Rich boyfriends! who make you try on everything that you bought. That new dress you bought? Do a little twirl around for him. Show him how breathtaking you look in that lingerie set of yours. He canât promise you that it will still be in one piece after heâs done with you; but hey he canât always buy you another one right?
A/N: mmmm I love Obey Me, I wish I could write about it more! Thanks for the request! â€ïž ya!
Lucifer â
Normally heâs 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 â
While Barbatos is technically on the bottom, looking up at you bouncing on him, heâll never make you forget that heâs in charge. That subtle look glinting in his eye sends shivers down your spine, but he wonât let you come without any eye contact.
Diavolo â
Heâs 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. Donât tease him while he has visitors, though, cause heâll make sure you never leave his office.
Leviathan â
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 â
His professional and put together personality is merely a facade, a mask thatâs easy to break. Especially if youâre you. Most of the time heâll lay you across his lap, hand clapping down on your ass repeatedly. Donât worry, though, youâll get a reward as soon as youâre 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 Luciferâs 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.Â
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 theyâre 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... Itâs very intriguing, and he never felt any shame declaring how much he loved them, even if it isnât in his nature to fully understand it.
However, your humanity has taken a different connotation lately.
SeeâŠ
You are so, so small.
How didnât he notice before? How didnât 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 brothersâ 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 canât 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. Heâll take you with him to madness. Heâll take you to a blubbering mess. Heâll take you.
Obviously, he had previously noticed you staring at him, but heâd thought it was sheer interest and fascination. A human admiring a sinful creature with curiosity.
Now that youâre alone with him in his office, though, he notices that youâre not wearing pantyhose under the uniform skirt: youâre wearing thigh stockings. The elastic looks uncomfortable on your skin, but all heâs 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 didnât 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, heâs mostly amused about the whole situation.
While a demonâs 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 incubiâs official reports have described fur, size differences, fanged mouths with serpentine tongues, clawed paws, tentacles, and, amongst many others, modified genitalia.
As a friend, youâll need to forgive him, but, as a demon, itâs 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 Beelzebubâs drooling mouth? Or perhaps youâre 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 wonât 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). Heâll 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 thereâs 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 heâs 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 isnât that much comfortable to play with; itâs wet to the touch and incredibly sensitive, but not in a good way.
It doesnât even occur to him that your attraction towards demons could expand beyond scales, horns and pointy wings.
He doesnât consider that idea until heâs 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 youâre only grinning coyly at whateverâs crossing your mind.
âSo you can open portals to anywhere you want, right?â 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. âNo matter the size of the space?â
Your breath hitches for just a second after you ask the question, but itâs enough to alter his breath as well. His mind stumbles to go wherever youâre thinking, ultimately failing, and the portal falters almost imperceptibly on the process.
âAs long as my hand can pass, I supposeâ he ends up saying, trying to maintain his composure. However, you lighten up at his words, and the realization of what youâre actually asking hits him like a train. He notices himself gasp and flush, but doesnât say anything else, wishing to see how far youâll go with your curiosity.
âAnd you can open the portal on any surface?â you keep on asking, taking a step closer in a nonchalant manner despite the implied filth coming out of your mouth. âSay⊠on cloth?â His imagination pushes him to lower his gaze, directly towards your hips, and you sway them playfully in response.
âIâve never had a valid reason to open such a portal; besides, Iâm afraid Lord Diavolo needs to grant me permission to use my powersâ he reminds you, and the slight disappointment in your expression doesnât escape him. Heâd be lying if he said he doesnât 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 heâd ever admit out loud to anyone other than you.
He canât 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 canât go and open a portal in your⊠underwear! Without letting you know, no less!
He just canâtâŠ
âŠcan he?
Seeing hickeys covering the smoothness of Asmoâs neck and clavicles shouldnât have raised any interest in him. To be clear: it wouldnât have done so at any other point in time or in any other context, but he isnât called Solomon the Wise for nothing. He is observant; and observe he did.
He isnât the only one whoâs shamelessly infatuated with you (he wasnât 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, donât get him wrong, but there were times when he couldnât help but see himself in their hopeless faces, wondering when youâd see their feelings, or if youâd 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 heâd get you alone with him any time soonâŠ
Yeah, heâd rather observe just you and ignore the rest.
And, lately, heâs 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 Asmodeusâs 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 brothersâŠ
Hickeys on Asmoâs skin.
Solomon is wise and observant, and heâs 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 doesnât look amused; he doesnât look truly sad⊠Itâs 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 arenât home anyway (you made sure of that), and it isnât like they have any neighbours, so youâd only be bothering Solomon, which, depending on why heâs been acting like a Victorian widow, he probably deserves or not. Â
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. Heâs breathing heavily, showing a wide grin that doesnât match his previous behaviour, while grabbing your wrist to keep your hand on his chest.
He says heâs been lonely, left behind, feeling at a disadvantage; but now youâre alone with him, in his house. Thereâs 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 thereâs 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.
Heâll let you do anything as long as itâs just you and him.
He wonât let the brothers get in the way.
Simeon is at a loss of words. He doesnât know whatâs happening and he isnât 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 didnât 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 sisterâs death. Her loss left them broken and bitter, and, although you clearly arenât 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. Youâre brave and you stand your ground, but you donât go looking for brawls, or at least he hopes you donât, and you defend the weak when theyâre vulnerable. Levi wasnât 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 doesnât understand is exactly when everything started to change.
They still long for you, that much is obvious, but theyâre so much bolder now, and it looks like you reciprocate their advances. They whisper in your ear when thereâs 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 Simeonâs 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 canât 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 youâre finally dating his former brother. He saw you kissing at RAD, so thereâs 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 thatâs 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 thereâs a softer edge in your voice; something appreciative seeping through the incriminating words. Â
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.
âHey, I just realized Iâve never seen your angel formâ 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 isnât 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 temptationâŠ
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 wouldnât have let you go out of his sight. Forever under his attention, would you have felt overwhelmed?
You overwhelm him.
Youâd make a fallen angel look majestic.
He tries not to think about it, but, in the end⊠he knows itâs worth it.
pairings: the brothers/Reader, Diavolo/Reader, Solomon/Reader (can be interpreted as platonic or romantic)
summary: Youâre sorting through paperwork with Lucifer when you accidentally slide your fingertip against the corner of a page. âOw,â you say instinctually, more out of reflex than genuine pain.
âAre you alright?â Lucifer asks, looking up from his papers for the first time since you started this task.
âOh, yeah,â you wave his concern off. âJust got a paper cut.â
âA paper cut,â Lucifer repeats with bemusement and skepticism. âYou got hurt by a piece of paper,â he says incredulously.
The demon brothers learn a valuable lesson as they grow to include you in their lives: humans are very strange.
word count: 3.3k | ao3 version
warnings: mentions of sickness, medical care, injury.
I know demons are virtually the same as humans canonically, but Iâve always wanted to explore the brothersâ reactions to human things MC does, whether itâs a sneeze or a bruise or getting sick⊠And, well, here we are.
This wonât be canon compliant. This is set to take place sometime after Episode 15 and all seven brothers are included. The readerâs race and gender are ambiguous; no pronouns or physical descriptors are used**. Thereâs one bit where theyâre stated to wear glasses & another where they had braces and currently wear retainers. But I feel like thatâs a pretty easy thing to imagine, so⊠yeah!
**The reader is referred to with it/its pronouns once in Belphegor's snippetâskip reading it if it bothers you. i use these pronouns so i wrote that mostly for me đ€
âDarling, what is that ghastly thing?â Asmodeus asks, breaking you out of your thoughts.Â
âWhat thing?â you frown. The two of you are sitting in his bedroom, sprawled across his bed as you talk about stupid things. Asmodeus had been ranting about something when his eyes locked on something near you with startling focus.Â
âThis!â he says, pointing at your forearm.Â
You follow his gaze, finding a spot of slightly discolored skin halfway down your arm. âOh,â you say, âItâs just a bruise.âÂ
âA bruise?â Asmodeus repeats, his nose scrunched in confusion.Â
âYou know, a bruise,â you repeat. Thereâs nothing close to comprehension on his face. â...A contusion or whatever?â âŠStill nothing.
âIâve never heard of such a thing,â the demon frowns. âAnd wow, is it unsightly.â Asmodeus remarks, disgust passing over his face before intrigue takes over it. He leans over you, before proceeding to poke at your skin curiously. Â
âOw, Asmoââ you hiss, batting his hand away. You donât put much strength behind the gesture, but Asmodeus goes along with it anyway and removes his hand. Â
âIt hurts?â he then blinks owlishly.Â
âYes,â you say, letting your arm fall back to your side. Â
Asmodeus shakes his head in disbelief. âHumans are so weird.âÂ
Itâs late at night and you need to refill your glass of water. Youâre tiredly walking out to the kitchen when a sudden noise breaks through the silence.Â
âHey.â
You inhale sharply, fear coursing through you until you recognize the familiar voice. âHoly shit, Beel,â you murmur, placing your hand on your chest momentarily and squinting through the darkness. You can only see the general outline of his form. âYou scared me.â
âSorry,â Beelzebub says. You think he must be frowning now. Again, itâs difficult to tell. âI thought you saw me.â
âUmâŠâ you squint again. âNo.âÂ
âOops,â he says. You hear a light shuffling sound. âCan you see me now?â he asks.Â
You blink again. âSort of.â
Suddenly heâs standing right in front of you. You canât suppress a flinch this time, instinctually leaning backwards.Â
âBeel, stop thatâ!â you exclaim, nearly stumbling over yourself.Â
He sets you straight with a hand on your shoulder, a frown rising on his face. âYou canât see in the dark, then?â Beelzebub hums.
âNo,â you sigh. Itâs as if he didnât believe youâlike he had to test it for himself to make sure.Â
âHmph,â Beelzebub frowns again. Or, at least, it sounds like heâs frowning. âThatâs inconvenient.â
âI guess,â you concede.Â
âWhatâs wrong with your skin?â Belphegor asks you one morning, when the two of you are relaxing in his room.Â
âHm?â you blink, momentarily distracted from looking down at your D.D.D.
âYour skin,â he restates. âLook,â he demands, pointing down at your forearm. You follow the demonâs gaze, only to find goosebumps scattered across your skin.Â
âOh, those are just goosebumps,â you answer casually.Â
âGoose⊠bumps,â Belphegor repeats, his nose scrunched in evident revulsion.Â
âYeah,â you nod. âIâm not sure why theyâre called that, but they show up on your skin if you get too cold.â
âWell, stop being cold,â Belphegor orders, as if youâre inconveniencing him. He probably thinks you are, although itâs entirely out of your control. You hardly have a chance to react before youâre promptly pelted in the face with a sweatshirt. âHere.âÂ
âOof,â you say, peeling it off the crown of your head and putting it on. âThanks, Belphie.â
âShut up,â he murmurs. Thereâs a hint of pink rising on the back of his neck, as if heâs embarrassed. âStupid human. Canât even keep itself warm.â He huffs. You valiantly ignore the remark.Â
âWhy are there teeth in the bathroom?â Levi asks as he enters the room. And wow, what a way to make an entrance. Satan and you look over at Levi from where youâd been reading.Â
âWhat?â Satan blinks questioningly, clearly just as confused as you are.
âTeeth,â Levi repeats himself, âin the bathroom.âÂ
How he expects the same exact remark to make more sense, you have no idea. It takes you a few moments to connect the dots, but you do eventually. âOh!â you exclaim. âThose are just my retainers.â
âYour retainers,â Satan repeats. Thereâs a hint of sarcasm in his voice. âAnd what do they retain, exactly?â he asks sardonically. You scoff.Â
âMy teeth,â you respond. âObviously,â you add, if only to combat his sarcasm.Â
âSo⊠what do you do with them?â Levi asks curiously, tilting his head as he looks at you.Â
âI wear them every night when I sleep,â you explain. âTheyâre supposed to prevent my teeth from shifting.â
âYour teeth shift?â Satan exclaims incredulously. âYou mean they can move?âÂ
âUmâ yes,â you respond. âHuman teeth always move, even after a person has braces.â
âWhat are braces?â Levi demands.Â
âTheyâre metal brackets that an orthodontist puts on your teeth when theyâre crooked. They guide the teeth into a more neat shape.âÂ
âIâm convinced you just made that up,â Satan says helpfully.Â
You roll your eyes. âI had braces. But since my teeth can still move, I have to wear the retainers.â
âFor how long?â Levi blinks.Â
âThe rest of my life.â
Satan whistles. âThat sucks.â
You shrug amicably.Â
âAnd I thought normies were weird,â Levi huffs. âBut humans are even weirder.â
âHey, wait: howâd you even see my retainers in the first place?â you realize aloud. âI always keep them in a case⊠in a drawer.â You wouldnât just leave them on the counterâthat would be pretty unsanitary.Â
As if caught in a lie, Levi freezes and quickly bolts away. âGotta go shower, byeâ!â he says, slamming the bathroom door shut with more force than necessary.Â
You stare after him in disbelief, an incredulous laugh bubbling up from your throat.Â
âHe was just curious,â Satan explains with a shrug. âNot that I blame him. Do your teeth truly keep growing?â
âNot growing, necessarily,â you contemplate. âBabies are born with baby teeth. Then, as you get older, you lose your baby teeth as your adult teeth grow in.â
âThatâs similar to demons,â Satan confirms.Â
âOur teeth eventually stop growing, but they can shift and move still,â you clarify.Â
Satan shakes his head in annoyed disbelief. âHumans are truly an anomaly.â
Youâre sorting through paperwork with Lucifer when you accidentally slide your fingertip against the corner of a page. âOw,â you say instinctually, more out of reflex than genuine pain.Â
âAre you alright?â Lucifer asks, looking up from his papers for the first time since you started this task.
âOh, yeah,â you wave his concern off. âJust got a paper cut.â You squint down at your finger and grit your teeth in annoyance. Youâre so concentrated that you donât know Luciferâs pensive silence or furrowed brows.Â
âAâŠ.. paper cut,â he restates, a mix of bemusement and concern in his voice.Â
âYou donât get those?â you ask.Â
âYou got hurt by a piece of paper,â Lucifer says incredulously. Suddenly heâs getting to his feet and striding over to you, taking your hand in his and investigating your fingertip. âHm. You werenât joking. How strange.â
He continues to study your skin with a frightening intensity. Your hand is almost shaking in his grip, as you attempt to fight off your restlessness at his proximity. Eventually Lucifer sighs and lets his grip fall away. âDoes it hurt?â
âYeah,â you admit. âPaper cuts are just a minor inconvenience⊠But for whatever reason, they can really hurt sometimes. Feels like your skin is splitting apart.â They really shouldnât hurt, but they do. One time, you had one that spanned your entire fingertip. This one doesnât look nearly as bad, fortunately. But it still burns.Â
âYouâre rather breakable,â the Avatar of Pride notes.Â
âItâs just a paper cut,â you feel the need to say defensively.
âOf course,â Lucifer responds, an indulgent and amused smile on his face. Thereâs a knowing smirk on his face and you roll your eyes, abandoning the argument.Â
Solomon and you often get stuck accompanying one another to the human realm whenever you need anything. The demon realm is great, but it doesnât have everything humans need. Besides, sometimes itâs nice to breathe in some fresh air or be among other humans.Â
Todayâs visit has a purpose, though. After a rather unfortunate incident involving Mammon, you, and a chandelier, you find yourself with broken glasses. (Thanks, Mammon.) Itâs been roughly a year since youâve had an eye exam, so itâs about time for another appointment anyways. Unfortunately, the Devildom doesnât have eye doctors (and you still remember the perplexed look on Leviâs face when you casually asked him one day). Thatâs how you find yourself in your ophthalmologistâs office in the human realm. Solomon dropped you off with the promise that heâd return the moment you texted, leaving you to slowly waste away in the waiting room.Â
Fortunately, your name is finally called and youâre able to undergo all of the various examinations. You emerge an hour later with dilated pupils, an updated prescription, and reassurance from the doctor that nothing is amiss. You manage to text Solomonâthrough slightly blurred visionâand he arrives within five minutes.Â
You can only hope to slip into the manor unnoticed. But from the very moment you slip through the front doors, Mammon is bounding up to you like an overexcited puppy. He seems moments away from looping an arm around you and dragging you off into some misguided adventure when he locks eyes with you and freezes.Â
âWhoa, what the hellâ?â Mammon exclaims, staring at you intently. âOi, human, donât tell me ya got possessedâ!â His hands clamp on your shoulders and he starts shaking you roughly.Â
âMammon, stop it,â you object, grabbing onto his shoulders and attempting to prevent him from shaking you any harder. He calms down a little, but he still looks confused. âIâm not possessed. I just had an appointment with an eye doctor.â
âWell, howâd they screw up so bad then, huh?â he spits. In another situation, his concern would be touching; but now, itâs mostly just amusing. âYa look like a shark!â
âItâs just one of the tests,â you explain. âThey had to dilate my pupils.âÂ
âHumans are crazy,â Mammon asserts. Heâs studying you from far too closeâoccasionally changing his angle as if it will somehow give him new insight. âYou look so freaky.â
âThanks, Mammon,â you sigh.Â
âDoes it hurt?â he asks. âI bet it does; yer such a baby.â The insult seems to be a cover-up for his concern.Â
âIt doesnât really hurt,â you reassure him. âIt just feels a little strange. The drops really just affect your vision. I canât focus on things in front of me, and it sort of looks like Iâm seeing double.â
âWell, thereâs nothing for it but resting your eyes,â Mammon sighs theatrically, looping an arm around your shoulders. âLetâs watch the next episode of Destroyman.â
âHow is that supposed to help my eyes?â you ask skeptically.Â
âHey, Iâve been waiting for ya all day!â Mammon exclaims. âWeâre watching the next episode, even if it looks all blurry to you.â The demon is soon yanking you along before you can object.Â
âThereâs the culprit,â Belphegor remarks, looking up at you as you enter the dining room for breakfast. The brothers are staring at you intently.Â
âGood morning to you too,â you huff, shoving your hands in the pockets of your uniform and taking the empty seat at the table. Itâs a bit unusual to see all seven brothers at the table like this, especially so early in the morning. âWhatâd I do?â you blink cluelessly.Â
âYou donât remember?â Beel pipes up, blinking at you curiously. He seems to be mid-bite, with some food hanging out of his mouth. Lucifer chides him for table manners and Beel huffs, promptly demolishing the rest of his food.Â
âYou were roaming the halls in the middle of the night like a ghost!â Mammon explains before anyone else can. He sounds particularly energetic this morning. âIt was freaky.â
Roaming the halls at night? You donât remember doing that, which can only mean one thing. âOh, I was probably just sleepwalking,â you realize aloud.Â
âWonders truly never cease,â Lucifer says dryly. âJust how many eccentricities do humans possess?â he muses.Â
You sigh, remembering all of the strange interactions youâve had over the past few weeks. âIâm not choosing to do any of this, you know,â you frown. âI canât control it.â Itâs not like you wanted to get a paper cut, or a bruise, or goosebumps. These are just facts of life.Â
âWe know, dear,â Asmo reassures you.Â
âItâs okay,â Levi says, barely sparing you a glance as he stares down at his plate. âNone of these human behaviors are super annoying.â Thatâs very meaningful coming from Levi of all demons.Â
âTheyâre just weird,â Satan supplies helpfully. You roll your eyes at him.Â
âIt seems my brothers were just⊠worried,â Lucifer explains.Â
âHey, you were worried too!â Mammon objects. âYou were the one toââ Whatever the Avatar of Greed means to say next promptly fades into obscurity, as Lucifer sends his younger brother a murderous glare to silence him.Â
âOkay,â you eventually remark, uncomfortable with the sudden tension settling in the room. âWell, sorry to disturb you guys, I guess. Sleepwalking is normal for humans, though.âÂ
âIâm starting to think nothing about humans is normal,â Satan mutters under his breath. Lucifer nods in agreement. You just roll your eyes and pretend not to hear the remark, serving yourself some food and beginning to eat breakfast. Despite the fanfare, itâs nice to know the brothers care about youâeven if they donât show it in very orthodox ways.Â
âOh,â a familiar voice says one afternoon. You blink blearily, your dizzy vision momentarily clarifying to reveal Diavolo standing over you. Youâre crumpled on the floor, your cheek pressed to the cold hardwood as sweat rolls down the nape of your neck. âI must say, when I heard of your absence, I assumed you ditched classes for the day.â
Itâs difficult for you to process what heâs saying; his voice sounds warped. The headmaster just hums. âAre you⊠all right?â he asks. You can barely manage a weak nod. Diavolo sighs. âForgive me for the foolish question. Youâre clearly not all right. Here, letâs get you upâŠâÂ
You hardly have the chance to object before the demon is lifting you into his arms as if you weigh nothing at all. He sets you on your bed with deceptive gentleness, before staring at you and frowning.Â
âI donât suppose you know whatâs happening to you,â Diavolo says.Â
âI think Iâm sick,â you manage to respond. Your voice sounds a little raspy and your airways feel a bit tight. You clear your throat, wincing at the dryness the gesture provokes. You must have a fever, because your body temperature keeps oscillating between frigid cold and searing warmth. Before you can think better of it, you blink dazedly and reach out to grab Diavoloâs hand. âTell me if I feel warm.â
Heâs clearly a bit confused, but he allows you to guide his hand to your temple.Â
âYouâre hot,â he observes after a moment.
âThanks,â you huff deliriously. Â
âYour temperature,â he clarifies with a knowing smile, shaking his head. âWhat does this mean?â Diavolo frowns.Â
âI have a fever,â you answer. âWhen a humanâs body temperature is too high, it causes sickness.â
âWhat can be done about it?â he continues.Â
âDepends,â you reply. âSometimes it breaks on its own; sometimes you need antibiotics.âÂ
âAntibiotics,â Diavolo repeats, the concept clearly foreign to him. âI canât say Iâm familiar. But itâs clear that you should rest. Iâll watch over you.â Whatever else he says is lost on you, as you close your eyes and surrender to the persistent fatigue burning your eyelids.Â
You wake several hours later to a room devoid of Diavolo. Youâre not exactly surprised that he had to leaveâheâs the ruler of the Devildom, after all. He surely has far more important things to do than look after you. You blink away traces of sleep as you look around the room, your vision clarifying to reveal Solomon sitting in the armchair in the corner of the room. You blink at him silently.Â
âOh, youâre awake,â Solomon says. âHow are you feeling?â
ââŠFine,â you admit, touching your temple experimentally. Your headache has subsided a little, but your skin still feels a bit warm. At your movement, Solomon pushes himself to his feet and feels your forehead.Â
âYour temperatureâs coming down, finally,â he hums.Â
âWhat are you doing here?â you finally manage to ask.Â
âDiavolo summoned me,â Solomon explains. âSupposedly, he attempted to enlist the help of the brothers, but they proved to be rather useless. They are⊠woefully uninformed when it comes to humans, after all.â
Thatâs true. âThanks,â you remember to say. He didnât have to come, after all. Just because heâs the only other human, doesnât mean heâs relegated to nursing you back to health.Â
âNo problem,â Solomon nods sincerely. He doesnât seem too bothered by the whole arrangement. âItâs nice not to be the only human. Although, I expect around the clock service and care the next time I fall ill.â
You smile tiredly. âOf course,â you agree. Itâs a frighteningly easy promise to make.Â
After your sickness, you notice that the brothers begin to ease up on you a bit. Mammonâs no longer texting you in the middle of the night, demanding that you entertain him; Lucifer doesnât mind if you occasionally take a day to complete your work remotely at the mansion; Asmoâs physical affection is gentler than normal; Levi doesnât tease you about being a normie as much; Beelzebub doesnât ever touch your plate or food; hell, even Belphegor is behaving himselfâno longer interfering with your naps or sleep.Â
One afternoon, Lucifer approaches you in the living room. He greets you before settling on the couch next to you, his posture rigid and proper. âYou may have noticed that my brothersâŠâ Lucifer starts, before pausing and shaking his head, â...that we have been acting a bit different than normal.â You nod.Â
âIn the past few weeksâespecially in light of your bout of sicknessâwe realized that weâve been neglecting you and your health. A demonâs stamina is much stronger than a humanâsâwe need less sleep; food is more of a luxury than a necessity; our bodies are more resistant to injury⊠You understand.â
âWhat I mean to say isâŠâ Lucifer trails off again, an uncharacteristic sign of hesitation from him. He takes a slow breath. âI apologize for the oversight.â
âItâs okay,â you reassure him.Â
âIt is not,â Lucifer states firmly. âWe have neglected to consider just how difficult this transition must be for you. WeâIâdidnât think to ensure your health and safety were priorities.â
âBut no more. Iâve spoken to Diavolo and Solomon at length, in addition to doing some elective research, to ensure we are not so unprepared in the future. And, should your accommodations be unsuitableâshould anything here be unsuitableâI want you to inform me at once.â
That⊠sounds a lot more serious than what you were expecting. You blink. âThatâsâ Thatâs really not necessary,â you try to say.Â
âIt wasnât a request,â Lucifer interjects smoothly. Itâs a firm but well-meaning statement. âDo you understand?â
You swallow. âYes.â
âGood.â Thereâs a hint of a smile on his lips now. âTruthfully, my brothers were very worried for you.â Lucifer pauses for a moment. âI was very worried for you,â he admits.
Youâre sure you look surprised now. Lucifer only laughs, before getting to his feet and placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. You can almost convince yourself that the look in his eyes is unbearably fond. But heâs soon withdrawing, leaving you to wonder if you imagined the entire interaction.
