would you ever write a hc where the brothers have to deal with a disabled mc (i.e blindness, wheelchair, etc.) i never seen any hcs on this and i WANT have some candy and thanks ❤ 🍬
OH EM GEEHEE! Of course, babe! Thanks for the candy by the way 🍬(ꈍヮꈍ‵)♡ I haven't really thought of this idea, but it sounds super fun to write! Thank you so much for requesting this! I'll write an angst-filled one soon, but for this hc it's all fluff. є(・Θ・｡)э›› I'll probs make another hc for a Deaf MC as well, though Deafness is an identity rather than a disability. Artwork credit: @myt_s3 Note: Our adorable mc is legally blind for this headcanon.
Scenario: Their reaction to us giving them a kiss on the cheek and trying to run away
You enter Lucifer's elegant office, the scent of aged leather and polished wood filling the air. As you cautiously approach his desk, your fingers brush against the edge, guiding you closer to him.
With a mixture of nerves and longing, you raise your hands to find his face, tracing the strong contours with gentle fingertips. Finally, you lean in, feeling the warmth of his cheek against your lips as you place a tender, lingering kiss. Before you can retreat, you hear a low, authoritative voice,
"What do you think you're doing?" The sternness in his tone startles you, and you attempt to move away, but his hand gently catches yours.
Before you can utter a word, he swiftly closes the distance between you, pressing you against his desk with a controlled force. Your breath catches, although you can't see the amusement in his eyes, you can feel his intense gaze.
There's a moment of hesitation before a hint of a smile curves his lips. "You always manage to surprise me, don't you? I must admit, I appreciate your boldness. But remember, I am the one in control here." He leans in, placing a soft kiss on your lips before allowing you to escape his grasp.
You enter Mammon's room, your heart fluttering with a mix of nerves and anticipation. As you approach him, you listen carefully to the sounds around you, trying to gauge his position. Suddenly, you hear the jingle of coins, and you reach out to grasp his hand. Mammon yelps in surprise as he feels your touch.
"Oi, watch where you're grabbin'!" he protests, his voice laced with both irritation and a hint of fluster.
Undeterred, you take a step closer, your hands moving upward until they find his face. Your fingers trace the contours of his cheek, and you lean in to press a soft kiss against his skin. Mammon freezes, his breath catching in his throat, before he lets out a shaky laugh.
"W-What was that for!?" he exclaims, his voice filled with both amusement and fluster. Before you can make your swift escape, you feel a strong grip around your waist, Mammon's voice filled with laughter and mock offense.
"Ya really thought you could just kiss the Great Mammon and run away, huh?" he exclaims, amusement dancing in his eyes. He pulls you closer, his embrace protective and sincere.
In the cozy sanctuary of Leviathan's gaming den, you enter, feeling the soft glow of his computer screen illuminating the room. Your fingertips glide along the edge of his desk, seeking him out. As you locate his shoulder, you lean in, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek.
Leviathan freezes, his eyes widening behind his glasses. Leviathan freezes, his breath catching in his throat, his eyes widening with astonishment.
"W-What?! You… you kissed me!" he stammers, blushing furiously. His voice wavers with a mix of astonishment and joy.
"I-I never thought… I mean, I always dreamed of this, but… I… um… wow, you're so amazing..." Leviathan's surprise melts into a shy grin, his gaze filled with warmth. He takes a step closer, gently holding onto your hand.
"Please… Stay," he whispers, his voice laced with a mix of vulnerability and longing.
"I want you to stay with me."
You enter Satan's library, the scent of old books enveloping you as you take careful steps forward. You listen intently to the sound of pages turning, guiding you to his location. As you draw closer, you reach out and gently rest your hand on his arm. Satan jumps, his eyes widening in surprise.
"Oh, it's you," he says, his voice a mixture of relief and curiosity. He lets your hand glide up from his arm to his face, letting you feel the subtle contours of his features. With a tender smile, you press a soft kiss against his cheek, feeling his breath hitch in response. Satan's initial surprise melts away, replaced by a gentle warmth that spreads across his features.
His eyes soften, reflecting a mixture of awe and adoration as he gazes at you, his hand coming to rest on top of yours. "Is this your way of getting my attention?" he asks, his voice laced with a touch of amusement.
His fingers intertwine with yours, holding your hand against his cheek. He leans into your touch, savoring the connection between you. "You certainly know how to make an impression," he continues, his voice lowering to a soft, intimate tone. "But running away won't get you far."
He takes a step closer, closing the distance between you. His free hand reaches up to cup your cheek, his touch gentle and tender. With a soft smile, Satan leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "You have my undivided attention now, my dear. Don't think for a moment that I won't pursue you."
You find yourself in Asmodeus' room, the air filled with the scent of perfume and a faint hint of roses. As you approach him, you listen for the soft rustle of fabric, indicating his presence. When you're close enough, you reach out and gently brush your hand against his arm. Asmodeus gasps, his eyes widening as he turns to face you.
"Darling, what a surprise!" he exclaims, his voice laced with excitement. You let your hand glide from his arm to his cheek, your fingers tracing the smooth surface of his skin.
With a soft smile, you press a delicate kiss against his cheek, feeling his breath catch. Asmodeus' usually flamboyant demeanor falters for a moment, replaced by a genuine tenderness.
"Kissing me and running away, how bold!" he remarks, his tone filled with playful admiration. "You've managed to steal my heart once again."
You can hear the subtle flattery in his voice, and it fills you with a sense of accomplishment. He takes a step closer, his fingertips gently brushing against your arm.
"But where do you think you're going, my dear? You can't just leave me hanging like this." His words are accompanied by a mischievous grin, and you can sense his desire to keep you close. Asmo wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you gently towards him, preventing your escape.
"Let's stay a little longer, shall we?" he suggests, his voice laced with a playful tone.
You enter the bustling kitchen, the aroma of food filling the air. Beelzebub is engrossed in his cooking, his focus solely on creating a delectable meal. As he hears your footsteps, his attention is immediately drawn to you.
Without missing a beat, he sets down his utensils and walks towards you. Beelzebub's large hand finds yours, his grip gentle but firm as he leads you through the kitchen. You trust his guidance, allowing him to navigate you effortlessly.
"Where do you want to go?" he asks, his voice filled with concern and loyalty. You tell him to bend down and with unwavering trust, Beelzebub obediently lowers himself to your level.
Your hands gently trace his face, feeling the contours and features you know so well. With a soft press of your lips against his cheek, you leave a mark of affection. "Uh..?" Beelzebub stands frozen in shock, his hand instinctively reaching to touch the spot you kissed.
As you make your way out of the kitchen, tracing your fingertips along the side of the wall with ease, Beelzebub remains in his state of shock, replaying the sweet gesture over and over again in his mind.
Meanwhile, the food in the kitchen continues to sizzle and burn, forgotten in the wake of the unexpected moment. Beelzebub's mind is filled with thoughts of that kiss, his heart pounding with newfound emotions.
You enter Belphegor's room, your steps cautious as you rely on your sense of hearing to guide you. The sound of soft snores reaches your ears, and you know he's napping. With a gentle touch, you place your hand on his shoulder, prompting him to stir awake.
"Huh? What is it?" he mumbles, his voice drowsy. Ignoring his sleepy protest, you let your hand move up to his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips. You press a tender kiss against his cheek, and Belphegor blinks in surprise, his eyes gradually focusing on you.
Before you can react, he pulls you towards him, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in the crook of your neck. "Where do you think you're going?" he murmurs, his voice laced with sleepiness.
You can feel his warm breath against your skin, and your heart skips a beat at the closeness. Belphegor's grip tightens around you, not allowing any escape.
"Stay with me," he whispers, his voice filled with a mix of need and affection.
Unable to resist his pull, you surrender to his embrace, leaning into his chest as he settles back into sleep. The steady rhythm of his breathing lulls you into a sense of peace, and you find yourself staying in his arms, content in the comfort and love he provides.
～ 𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪
