Syd

A voice pulls you from your thoughts. Seated across from you was Lucifer, working away at his desk while you occupied one of the wingback chairs in his study. He gave you an unamused look as you blinked, a face that clearly said, “Well?”

To be completely honest, you were staring—but not for the reasons one might assume.

His tie was crooked. That was all.

It bothered you far more than it should have, but you were feeling a little bashful today. The tie sat slightly loosened, leaning toward the left, and you couldn’t stop imagining how much better it’d look if it were fixed.

You didn’t answer Lucifer’s question. Instead, you set the files down on the coffee table before making your way to the side of his chair.

One of his brows arched at your unexpected actions. Though he acted as if your sudden proximity didn’t affect him, the faint pink dusting his cheeks said otherwise.

Reaching out carefully, you took hold of his collar. Lucifer went still, half—no, fully—expecting you to pull him in for a kiss.

Instead, your hands moved to his tie, straightening it exactly the way you’d been envisioning for the past hour.

“All done. It was crooked.”

“…Was that all?”

Softly resting your hands on his shoulders, you blinked.

“…Yes?”

You studied his expression. The disappointment written across his face was impossible to miss.

You couldn’t help but drag out the act a little longer—just to see how long Lucifer would remain vulnerable for you.

“…Nothing. I appreciate you fixing my tie. You may return to your work now,” he grumbled.

With a pleased little hum, you removed your hands from his shoulders.

Then, before stepping away, you leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.

His eyes widened in surprise as you returned to your seat.

☁︎⋅Demon Brothers Cuddling HC's ☁︎⋅

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Featuring: The Demon Bros x MC (seperately)

CW: None

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Lucifer:

♡ Going up to Lucifer and asking for cuddles in the middle of the day wouldn't be the best choice as he'd be busy and highly stressed. He's less likely to be angry about being interrupted if you catch him still working past midnight or if he's excluding himself when his brothers are all hanging out. Only then does he sulk for a little bit before following you to a comfortable surface to cuddle.

♡ He likes being the bigger spoon as it means he's the one that gets to protect you, but sometimes he just craves you holding him tight since it lets him know you're there and not going to vanish from the tight grip he has around you.

♡ Lucifer's the type to have a calming soundtrack in the background, which doesn't just have to be his classical music. Sometimes the rain or thunder outsides is good enough background noise. But if there was music playing, you could potentially catch him humming close to your ear if you stay quiet enough.

♡ Is insanely careful when cuddling you in the morning or middle of the day, since his brothers are much more likely to either of you out for something stupid like a vase breaking or a fire starting in the hallway. It's infuriating for their eldest brother, knowing they have magic to fix their own problems and he wants to spend his free time with you. You can feel his heartbeat quicken and his grip tighten when footsteps approach his bedroom door.

MC who's overactive when they're tired 

༺✧Characters: Brothers | gn!MC

༺✧A/N: Thank you for requesting from me. I'm sorry if it's not like you wanted, I tried my best <3

𝕷𝖚𝖈𝖎𝖋𝖊𝖗:

In his opinion, a tired person is the one who visibly looks drained. Well, he looks at one like every time he sees his own reflection in the mirror. Tiredness isn't uncommon, no matter what species you are - demon, human or angel - everyone can be tired. So when you tell him you really want to rest, but have something to do, he thinks he'll see calm, silent human trying their best to keep their focus, so everything they want to do is finished. Instead he sees one little energetic one, who instead of yawning, yap about everything around without a moment for breathing. He questions if you're even tired right now, since you're able to talk so much so fast. Maybe you're deceiving him to slide out of house chores?

• Diavolo Artwork 💋

(actually felt lazy to do lineart and his demon form is so detailed I just have to color it raw. ಥ⁠_⁠ಥ)

- He's gorgeous. 🫶🏻❣️ Lazy rendering as always and details are low effort but okayy

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.

We stan both in the houseblog, I love giving Lucifer my disorders so let's go with autism (and some DiaLuci in there). A full DiaLuci post will come later for pride month.

Lucifer has 49 different planned routines and if all of them fail he crashes out.

Lucifer has seven pairs of gloves, one for each day, that all look exactly the same but he can tell the difference. Diavolo keeps handing him Tuesday gloves for Thursday or Firday gloves for Sunday. Mammon has tried shuffling them around but Lucifer could still tell.

Lucifer can tell when the furniture in his room is off by even a fraction of a centimetre.

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!!!!

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⛓️Pervy Things the Side Characters do Before Dating ⛓️

The Demon Brother's version is: Here

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Featuring: The OG Dateables (Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, Simeon)

CW: Perversion, arousal, needy and weird behaviour, a bit stalker-ish in Barbatos' and Solomon's part | MDNI!

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Diavolo:

⟶ He gets kind of needy for your attention. With his power, he can easily make it look like you need to stay at the castle for safety reasons, even if the brothers know you're totally fine. Diavolo gets a bit possessive, which honestly scares nearly everybody in the game. Only Barbatos would have that kind of power to stop him and talk some sense into the prince.

⟶ Heart jumps out of his body when you touch him. But not in the accidental way like brushing up against his arm when walking past him. But he'd actually melt if you hugged him or got very curious of his demon form.

⟶ Touching his arms, wings, or horns for too long would quickly arouse him, so he laughs awkwardly the entire time until you let up. He's got this wide, goofy grin on his face still, even if he's blushing, which makes it harder for him to hold back what he's truly feeling. Try praising him, it'll drive him crazy. Like nine times out of ten, he has to excuse himself to his chambers after that.

Satan is new to this thing of falling in love and everything gets mixed and messy.

+18,Slow Burn (?) Satan jerks off to the thought of you, Delusion behavior(?), guilty pleasure, sweet and perverted.

(Thinking of making a part two of this....)

Reblogs and comments appreciated! <3

Satan who is a very closed guy. He is too intense, he knows that, he has been called that many, many times. So, on his mind, he would be the last person in his family you would come up to do anything.

But after some months, his opinion started to change when you would vehemently would go to his room with some flimsy excuse. He's not stupid, he knew you wanted something— a pact with him perhaps? Humans are always so greedy—and your bright eyes didn't emphasize him so much...at first.

Satan who would be delighted by your persistence and especially for your genuine curiosity and willingness to learn. The feeling deep inside his guts telling him to make space for you in his own life. Your nightly and daily visits soon went from mere conversations through the crack in the door to tea and deep discussions about all sorts of things: books, movies, comics, and your shared daily life.

Which, unintentionally and without realizing it, would involve you in his routine almost naturally. And again, months later he felt he could discuss his deepests scars, the most impossible scenarios about life, about love, because no judgment emanated from your beautiful vocal cords.

Satan who is actually excited when you bring the idea of a little book club just for the two of you. His mind forming a spiral of all the possible debates and exchanges of ideas that could happen, and where they would happen. He has a pretty long list of cozy places he likes to go when he wants to immerse himself in his daydreams about his own future. Maybe you would like them too.

Satan who loves how you make everything magical. Yes, he knows how to cast spells, curses and everything a normal human can't, but, all of this is nothing when you don't have the hability to bask in the simple. Everything is magical to you because you pay attention to "trivial" things.

You love choosing what scent to wear based on where the book club will happen. You love to share with everyone what little creatures you saw on the RAD garden, and hear their opinion about it. You love experiencing the interests his brothers have, no matter how troublesome it may be or look. You love living in the present, and that washes his soul in a way that he didn't even know it needed to be cleaned.

Satan who starts to seek you out more often than he would like to do. The tip of his fingers in a desperate need to share the same space as you as soon as possible, and he has to swallow his pride and his nonchalant act when he knocks on your door without any true reason to be there, besides wanting to spend time with you.

Satan who feels his mouth go as dry as the desert when he found a letter on his bed. With you initials. A cute little heart besides it. You perfume on the paper. The paper's weight thick enough to be pleasant to the touch, the delicate design making his own heartbeat be all he can hear until he finishes reading it.

The letter was about him. About how you perceived him. Your words were so full of your essence, so deep, caring and somehow philosophical, that he was speechless, in true shock that someone could see so much beauty in a creature like him. A creature born from pride and forged in the raging fires of hell. You saw none of that, even though you admired him for that too, for you, he was simply, Satan. And he felt cared for that.

Satan who's favorite place to go with you is a cat cafe, - cliche, I know - there's something about the way you lose yourself in the sea of fluffly little balls with big eyes that makes his heart clench in his chest. He can feel his face heating up terribly when he bought you a pair of good quality cat ears and you meowed for him.

Satan who loves to act a little extra when it comes to his mannerisms around you. You just made everything so comfortable for him that he feels free to be truly an gentleman. He starts dressing himself more for when you two have a club meeting, he opens every door for you, he pulls out every chair for you to sit, serves you first, and makes sure everything is alright with you before he seeks his own needs.

Satan who knows nothing about romance besides what he reads about. And he reads a lot of it. So he knows the feeling blossoming in his heart is not just the warmth of a friendship. You are just so...present...and caring...and beautiful and amazing, and kind, and-

You bring so many perspectives to matters he already had put an end to it, that it's impossible for him to not think about you 24/7.

Satan who tries to coop with these feeling writing for you. Letters. Or poems. A bunch of them. The firts ones are just an introduction per say. He greets you, asks about your day, says a little bit about his own and finishes saying he is anxiously waiting for your answer. It's shy, but it is sweet.

Satan who's DDD homescreen is a picture of you holding a black kitty with those same cat ears he bought you. Your big smile puffing your cheeks and he stares at the picture for yours on end.

Satan who loves when you mischiviously hold his hand underneath the library table, claiming in a whisper that it's better for your concentration. He chuckles when he senses your eyes so attentively on him, and he can't help but blush deeply. The giggle muffled by your sealed lips, making him hide his face on his book. But his grasp on your hand only tightens.

Satan who is completely obssessed with the way you wore his clothes. His button up shirt a little big on you but doing little to cover your thights. His coat engulfing your figure as you laugh and say that he can be the Watson for your Sherlock. Your smell lingering on the pieces making him insane, his nose sniffling his own clothes frustrating him, 'I look like a creepy, for sure'.

Satan who might burst out of his skin when you give the idea of an sleepover in his room. You are jumping around, asking questions and sharing theories in your little pjs and god, what is happening to him. He who can't focus when you look so pretty in his habitat, surrounded by books and more books, papers, ink and pens. You look like you are his.

Satan who's mind went miles ahead, his tongue tied in a beautiful knot and he has to swallow the lump in his throat when you ask to share the bed with him. His big green eyes looking for some hint that you are joking or pranking him, but he only found an expectant - yet hesitant and shy - expression in your face. You looked amazing under the low orange light of his room and he can only say,

"...O-of course Kitten, do as you please."

"My favorite quote...from my favorite book, hmm...d-don't judge me okay? It might be controversial, but...I think It would be Heathcliff’s desperate plea to the ghost of Catherine in Wuthering Heights."

His eyes sought yours in delightful surprise. His green irises waiting for a better explanation for your choosing.

"Don't look at me like that, okay? I know their relationship was far from healthy, but...sometimes, more often than I would like, my own heart play tricks on me and make me imagine about...h-how would it be to...have someone feel this way about me, you know?"

Yes, yes he knows. Fuck, how he knows.

"I know...this type of behavior is...questionable, but... what if it were a reciprocal and respectable love? It would be something like the muse and the painter, but the muse would also be in love with them...so-something...like that..."

Now it was your eyes that searched for him. His bed feeling like concrete but not more heavy than the silence you were given.

"Forget it. I know it is a weird choice, and I might sound like some crazy dark romance booktok enjoyer who completely distorted the story and forgot that it's not a romance book, but wanted it to be...but I swear I understood the story! And that's why I love the book, I-"

"Be with me always—take any form—drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot die without my soul!"

Your monologue was cut short, and you found yourself staring into green orbs that now shone with supernatural intensity. Blond strands of hair framed his pale face like threads of gold woven by God himself, and his next words felt like soft cotton on your skin.

"I understand what your heart is saying. Claiming for a heavy love feels bittersweet, doesn't it? It's a beautiful quote. I wouldn't expect less from you."

The feeling of his skinny and warm fingers caressing your shaky hand underneath the covers was the last thing you felt before you forced yourself to sleep. Face hot and red, heart thumping and mouth dry.

Satan who now feels more confident about what he feels, and the feeling of fullfilment he gets from simply making you blush is imense. He who feels full. Full of love. Full of cuteness. Full of warmth.

But...

Besides being a truly genuine guy and totally interested you, his lust starts to show up uninvited and at the worst times ever. It's honestly impossible for him to not take a glance at your beautiful body or at your pretty lips when you guys are together. He knows it's not wrong, erotism is a part a life, is normal. However, with you it felt different, it felt sacred.

Satan who gets deeply concerned when he starts daydreaming about you. His favorites memories to marinate into his brain are the ones you are in white. You look like an creature made in heaven, and he loves to spiral in the possibility that you two could have been angels in the amazing garden god created.

It always starts with something pure. The image of him chasing you softly throught the trees, the leaves creaking under your feet, the sun graciously blessing your skin and the breezy whispering in his ears makes everything more magical.

The tud his body make when he tackles you both to the ground does nothing when he can hear your - hypothetical - laughter as he tickles your sides. All the fruits and animals being witnesses of the soft moment.

His eyes get numb and he is lost in a paradise it never existed. His own mind playing tricks on him. But he is there, somehow. He is there with you. Caressing your face while he whispers your name countless times, affirming that you are his forever. He can feel it in his fingers. The moment, the scenery, the forbidden feeling of being tempted to have you right there, on the sacred grass of God's home. Everything is alive.

Satan who adores to cuddle with you. Since there's no day light in Devildom, the nigths tend to be much more cold than you have ever experienced. So having your legs on his lap, you two sharing the same blanket while he reads one of his books, is heaven.

Although...he has to hide the gulp he swallows everytime you rub your feet together, your figure too entranced on your own book to notice the pressure you are making on his dick. The lazyness of your movements making him dizzy and the grip on his book gets hard enough to bend the spine of it.

His cheeks getting more flushed by the passing of the seconds and his eyes began to well up with tears. Satan is sure you are aware of what you are doing, but when he looks at you he sees you biting your lip, your pupils going side to side, eating every word like it's your last meal and he has to excuse himself hurriedly. You looked to perfect, too good that if he stayed for even a minute more his pants would have been wet shamessly.

Satan who is lost. He reached a level in his life that he is certain he is under a spell. He feels gross everytime he sees your face. His dick throb in his pants and he can't stand being next to you without wanting to put you in his mouth. It's too much for him. Caring for someone this dearly, having this passion, this fire bubbling inside of his guts.

Satan who starts questioning if his desire for you is healthy or not because he can hear your voice ecchoing in his head when he is alone. His thights starts to burn more often and his eyes shed more and more tears. He is insanely lost in you. his pelvis, the sheets, his shirt...everything covered in cum and he doesn't care that he is acting like a beast. He's delirious with the possibility that you want him too. That you're waiting for him too. In your white angelic robes - or in your cute pjs - with patience and a pure smile, innocently waiting for the sinner that will for sure come to be tamed by you.

Satan who, now, feels like every little thing about you is eletrical. The single touch on his arm when you are passing him in the corridors, the hug you give his waist while you smush your head in his chest, complaining about how hard the test was, the little kiss you gift his bony cheek when he saves you a seat besides him and your pudding from his big hungry brother...everything is so silly, so casual, but affects him deeply. It's almost like a wound he can't close, and he feels like a beast bleeding away from it's hunter, who is getting closer and closer.

Satan who almost got on his knees and begged you to be his forever when you so sweetely asks if he is okay. He's been avoiding you like the plague. His dark circles were deeper than usual, his hair was strangely messy, and the poem you received wasn't delicate as usual, but rather spoke of the agony of loving like a dog waiting for its owner's affection at the end of the day...it was creeping, profound, beautiful and dark, completely different from the things he'd sent you before.

Satan who is stuck in a deep trance, almost hallucinating, lost in his daydreams and he can only feel the way his hand is wet and sticky. His dick hurts and he doesn't know what time is it or for how long he has been beating his meat raw, but he simply can't stop.

His hand caressess his tip - so sensitive that he cross his eyes in pain - and he trembles and whine in his hand, biting hard enough to draw blood. Just the thought of your plush lips on his cheek bone makes his hand squeeze his poor cock again and he sobs in his pillow.

Strangled moans scape from his throat messily with his words. A bunch of :

"y-you are mine right?!"

"Pleasesayit!"

"You arejus-just mine!"

"Yeaahh, what a dirty kitty- you l-ike that huh?"

Satan who by the end of his session is filled with guilty pleasure. The same hand who caresses your face with an fake casualty, now is dirty with his own feral needs.

Satan who misses every fucking hint you give him, you offered to sleep in his bed for god's sake! He thinks that you at least is a little more infatuated with him than with his brothers, but everything is uncertain and unless he has solid proof that you desire him too, he won't risk losing you. He can't lose this feeling of being complete, even if you aren't with him yet.

But this shame, this profound desire, only distanced him from you. However, you got tired of his hermit behaviour, of him dismissing every conversation and encounter you wanted to have. You got tired of not knowing what is happening. Tired of mixed signals from someone who claimed to be so mature.

You got tired of his avoidance, of his scared cat act whenever you entered the room. What happened to you lovely friend? Your confidant? The demon who understood you more than any other human could have?

Invinting yourself to another slumber party in his room, without consulting him, and without even listening to his excuses about it not being a good time to that, you sat on his bed, - noticing how his room was more messy than before - big pout while you hold your own pillow tighly in your arms, shooting daggers at a visibly uncomfortable Satan.

"Did I do something to upset you?"

Totally taken back by your harsh tone, Satan freezes when you stomped inside his room like it was yours.

"W-why would you think that?"

He fakes an innocent act that does little to stick to you.

"Maybe it is because you can't even be in the same place as me for more than two minutes? Or how you barely sent me any poetry anymore? Or how you stood me up, today, when we were supposed to meet at the museum? Is that enough for you, Mister?"

Don't get him wrong, he is startled by your confrontation, but he truly hopes you forgive him for not listening to your complaints very well because, good lord of hell, how you look amazing like this. Looking like a mad kitty who haven't received any headpats from its owner.

"So? Did you get bored of me or what? I won't leave until you fucking answer me."

Your big pout, your fierce eyes, your fingers clawing at the pillow like it personally offended you. Fuck, you look so cute. And worse, he is starting to get visibly aroused by your presence. Your demanding and accusatory words working him up more than it should. Get serious, Satan! Focus!

"I didn't! Of course not...it's just that-I-...I needed time...yes! Time to think about some projects and-stuff..."

He can feel his lower part already trembling in antecipation, it's too much for the avatar of anger to see a piece of himself on his beloved!!

It's been days since he really took a good look at your face, and now, seeing you up close, he could notice the details of your furious figure. You look impatient, for sure, but your lips look so shine and soft, plump. Your body was covered by his old shirt that glued to your body in a glorious way. Your hair was messy, and your eyes puffy...have you been crying? Because of him?

Your silence after his answer was everything he needed to know. He could feel your stare on his crotch, but he refused to meet your eyes.

"I-I am sorry. I didn't know you were having your alone time I-...I just felt so lonely without you with me...and I was wondering if you...hated me...somehow...so I need to-"

"It's your fault."

Your mouth opened and closed like a dying fish. Your eyebrows to your hairline and the hold you had on your pillow completely forgotten.

"What."

Satan grabbed his weeping cock through his slacks, firm and shameless, looking deep into your eyes, his voice full with no regret.

"It's all your fault. This, is your fault. My absence, it's your fault. My love for you is driving me crazy and I can't stand being near you without erotic mental images of you flooding my mind. Fuck! It's frustating because there's nothing more that I want than being with you! You are my soul! My heart!"

Each and every word he spoke sank down into your heart like an anchor, and your body warmed terribly with the desire of kissing him stupid. And you did.

With long and hurried steps you cross the space between you two in seconds, your lips crashing with his with full force but his mouth seemed prepared to welcome yours completely.

Lips graciously caressed themselfs, missing each other dearly. But soon, he couldn't hold it anymore. Satan's tongue licked your soft mounds with vigor, holding both sides of your face while his finger tangled in your hair. You opened your mouth fast, eager to finally feel his taste. The taste of his love.

You too, grabed and tugged at his hair, but with the purpose of vengeance instead of longing. He is still has to pay for all the melancholy he has put you through.

Soon, the need for air surfaced, and a sting of thick saliva was the only thing connecting you both. For now.

And now, if you have requests i was wondering of you could make some HC with the characters with a visual impaired MC please?

Of course, sides included! I had to go look up the cane colours for this.

Lucifer, Diavolo, and Barbatos already had some accommodations prepared. Brail at RAD is standard since there are many magical accidents and otherwise that leave Demons temporarily blind.

Diavolo has many questions about blindness canes. The Devildom has adopted brail, audiobooks, and accommodations for service dogs, but they don't really have the canes yet.

Satan will read books out loud to Mc since the Library is still missing some books in brail.

Belphegor put a knife on the end of Mc's cane. It's normal white cane until the button on the top ejects the knife on the bottom.

Barbatos is the absolute best at telling Mc where something is in proportion to themselves.

Mammon is horrible at telling Mc where things are. He'll warn them of a pole but won't say where specifically. He does move them away from the pole, but Mc won't know where it was.

Beel likes helping Mc around the kitchen. Utensils, dishware, and cookware are constantly moving places so it saves them the time of feeling their way through it.

Asmodeus noticed several makeup companies don't put brail on their products and decided there should be a change in that.

Solomon added little plaques to purgatory hall for when Mc was first getting around.

Simeon and Luke bring a lot of ingredients from the Celestial Realm for Mc to touch and eat since they can't really see but touch and taste are still on the table.

Mammon likes when Mc touches his face, it makes him very happy when Mc does their version of "seeing" him.

Leviathan has a few shows he likes that have light novels that can be read about to Mc so he can connect with them over something.

Lucifer gets all of Mc's textbooks in brail and has an audiobook version of them depending on Mc's preference.

Mephistopheles lets Mc borrow his cane sometimes if they don't have theirs on hand.

Solomon makes sure to set out all the ingredients before lessons and ensures Mc can identify them by feel.

Barbatos and Diavolo always accompany Mc in the palace because it's so easy to get lost in regardless of visual ability and lack thereof.

Thirteen gets Mc a fancy little clock. It looks like an analog clock but pressing a button on the top will give Mc the time, date, and if there is a national holiday or a birthday.

Mammon, Belphegor, and Solomon will make the most blindness jokes, particularly if Mc says to tell them something they don't know they'll tell Mc the location of something nearby.