#obm gn!reader

Lucifer

His primary love languages are acts of service and quality time, so he would probably be one of- if not thee- best caretaker when you are experiencing particularly bad pain from menses

Having learned more than his brothers on human anatomy and having learned your particular likes and dislikes, he would know exactly what and how much to get you.

His go-to comfort food/drink items for you would probably be home-made ginger ale, simple broth with bread and butter, and some soothing ice cream/sorbet.

In terms of tactile comfort, be prepared to be wrapped in the most luxurious cashmere robe ever, heating pads at the ready, and gentle lower tummy and back massages

He would not hesitate to buy you tampons/pads from the store. (I've seen folks say he'd been "too prideful" to do something like that but I strongly disagree). He's proud that you're his partner, and that you trust him enough to take care of you. And he has no shame in getting you what you need.

Would play soft music throughout your experience and cast noise canceling spells around his room so his brothers antics won't bother you.

The rest of the time when he's not getting you things or doing things for you, he's right there for whatever you need. Whether it be cuddles, showering with you, helping you adjust your position, or making sure you're able to sleep as peacefully as possible.

He would also be up for any type of sexual gratification you need for pain relief- even if its just getting you off to ease a bit of the pain. Your needs always come first, after all.

Mammon

Mammon would probably have no idea what to do the first time you experienced such excruciating pain from your period

He would do whatever you asked, but you would have to ask him. He def needs to be taught about what human bodies do- especially for uterus havers (and even more so for people with shitty uteruses).

He would probably ask Satan or Lucifer for help in learning how he could better serve you, or he would sheepishly ask you himself.

After he knows what to do, he would probably go deeper into debt bribing his other brothers to do it all for you or ordering things on Akuzon rather than going to the store himself

Not because he doesn't want to help you with those things, but because he doesn't want to leave your side- even for a minute.

He would make his bed the most glorious nest of blankets and pillows that he's stolen from various areas around the house- particularly the high-quality ones Lucifer and Asmo tend to buy

Expect lots of cuddles from him. Like...LOTS. He would also give your lower tummy a massage if your experiencing especially bad pain.

He would love taking a hot bath with you, getting advice from Barbatos or Asmo on bath/body oils that help with pain and tension release.

He would especially love to lean against the basin with you in between his legs, rubbing the oils gently over your tummy and hips

He would probably be afraid to do anything like full on sex with you, but he would be willing to use his hands to give you any relief you need. (And boy is he good at it)

Leviathan

Like Mammon, Levi would probably have a to take a few lessons on human anatomy before he's totally comfortable with what's going on here.

The first time he sees blood in between your legs he probably has a full-on panic attack because he thinks you're dying.

After you explain, he will still be mortified, but he will calm down quite a bit.

As someone who's already anxious as hell around you, it may take him some time before he's okay with physical comfort.

HOWEVER, he does have the most extensive anime plushie/body pillow collection you've ever seen, so he will give you whatever ones you want to snuggle with for comfort.

That isn't to say he wouldn't ever provide physical comfort...he may just need some time to push past the nervousness he feels around you.

He'd probably get a lil embarrassed if you asked him to buy period products for you, but he would still do it after making the task into some sort of imaginary D&D quest lol

He would try to make his bathtub as comfortable as possible, even going so far as to get you special anime pillows and blankets that are exclusively for you, and I mean... if this is an excuse to have you in his room more, he's okay with that.

He probably would try to recreate things he's seen in Anime that help with period pains- like recipes or home remedies.

Expect lots of quality time playing video games and watching anime/movies to distract from your pain.

His bedroom is especially nice to be in because his room generally being darker with softer lighting. It would especially be nice if your pain causes light sensitivity!

Satan

Satan, like Lucifer, would probably already have an extensive knowledge on human anatomy, so he would probably be pretty confident on what to do.

Unlike Lucifer though, he would know a lot more obscure tips and tricks to help with pain- like which foods to eat to help build up your iron levels and which foods to avoid because they dehydrate you; or ways to position your body so the pain isn't as bad; or things that can act as natural pain relievers

He would be ready with methods of relieving constipation as well, as he knows cramps can make bowel movements difficult.

Needless to say, he stocks up on supplies needed and keeps a regular supply in one of the closets in his room that used to be filled with books (since you're the only thing he values more than that, he will find a place to rehome them)

The small daybed by his window is exclusively reserved for you during these times, and he does what he can to make the bed more comfortable. However, he wouldn't blame you if you'd prefer to be cared for in your own room

He would definitely read to you to try to distract from your pain, even accentuating voices of the character dialogs in the books to make you laugh.

He would also be ruthless with his brothers who tried bothering you during this time- even if they just want to help. He doesn't want to risk them stressing you out and making the symptoms worse.

He would give you full body massages, knowing exactly what places to work on gentler or harder to make you feel good.

He would, like Mammon, be a little weary of penetration, but would be more than willing to work on you with his hands if you're needing sexual release.

Asmodeus

King of comfort 100%

He would be better at providing you what you need than any of the best brothers' attributes combined.

He gives the best massages, has the best body care products for numbing/pain relief, has the best atmosphere in his room, and has the softest and most comfortable bed.

Your comfort is his top priority, so be prepared for days of pampering.

He will get you anything you need and more, and will spare no expense to make sure any cravings you have are satiated, but that you're also eating/drinking things that help with the pain!

Asmo would also use a variety of scented candles, incense, and essential oils to help create a soothingly scented atmosphere

He would hesitate to leave your side, often opting to ordering things of Akuzon instead when he ran out of things, but he would still do it for you.

He would pretty much act like he's glued to you- cuddling you 24/7 until you're feeling better.

He would also love more than anything to bath with you, holding you the entire time in line with the "he's glued to you" thing

It goes without saying that any sexual gratification needs you have will be provided for easily. He wouldn't be afraid to do anything and everything to get you off and help you get that release to ease your pain- as long as your okay with him getting off somehow in the process.

Beelzebub

Beel would be very tender and delicate with you already, so expect an extra soft beel during menstruation

He would be wrapped around you most of the time, with the exceptions of getting up to grab food or to get you something for pain.

Overall, he has little knowledge of what you would need right off the bat, but he would learn over time as he spends more and more time with you.

If you are needing anything specific from the store, he would be more than willing to go get it for you, but he would be hesitant to leave your side.

If possible, he will send Lucifer on an errand run while he stays home and comforts you.

He would try to get you to exercise a little bit with him, even if it hurts, because he knows it can help with the cramping.

He wouldn't have you do anything extraneous tho. It would probably be some simple yoga or stretching

He always makes sure your hydrated and he gets you plenty of strength-building foods to help with your fatigue!

He would be hesitant to massage you because he's afraid of his strength and he doesn't want to hurt you, but he would oblige in gentle kneeding of your lower tummy if you ask.

Expect lots of cuddles- even going so far as to use himself as a big ole comfy pillow for you to rest on.

He won't jump on the opportunity of bathing or showering with you, just because he doesn't strike me as someone who'd be way into that and rather sees showers as a purpose of cleaning rather than comfort, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't! If you ask, he'd be more than willing to do that with you.

He would probably stray away from anything sexual with you, just because he wouldn't understand how its supposed to help and he worries about making things worse, but he would get you anything you needed to provide you with self relief, like a vibrating egg.

Belphegor

He would be a bit nervous in helping you at first, just because he's not really sure what to do to help if you're seeking him out specifically

He'd probably go ask Satan for help at first, but once he learns what to do he gains a bit of confidence.

Hes another who will be glued to you 24/7 in a vice grip.

He would refuse to leave your side for a second, and would probably ask Beel to get you anything either of you would need.

He would be more than willing to help you with a bath, but he would be unlikely to get in with you unless you beg him to...not because he doesn't want to, but because he's worried about falling asleep on you.

He would def massage your shoulders while you are in the bath though, and do his best to hit specific points that would help you to sleep easier. He will also stock up on Lavender bath and body oil

His logic is that if you're not awake, you aren't gonna be in pain.

He would do his best to continue paying attention to your needs while you sleep, noticing small signs that the pain is worsening or you're uncomfortable and acting accordingly. Over time, he learns what each of your winces mean and what you need through each one.

While cuddling is a given, this would be one of the rare circumstances where he would force himself to stay awake. He would pay attention to if you need to move positions because you're uncomfortable, or if you need him to massage your tummy or back while you cuddle him.

“Mc, darling?” 

You are just barely able open your eyes, the phlegm crusting over from your heavy sleep. The potion gifted to you from Solomon had been way stronger than Nyquil or Melatonin, but you figured just sleeping the sickness away was better than worrying any of the brothers about your condition. You weren’t really all that sure when exactly you had fallen asleep, or how long you had slept for, but the concern in Lucifer’s voice told you it may have been a bit too long. 

You groaned in response, turning over to face him. His bare fingers dusted against your forehead. Feeling how hot you were, he tutted, turning toward the tray he had brought with him to your room. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?” Lucifer cooed, bringing a chilled cup of water to your lips. 

You delicately rested your hand on his as you gulped down the water, not realizing how dehydrated you were until the cool liquid fell past your lips. 

He sighed at your lack of response, but set the empty cup back on the tray. “Come. Lets get your body temperature back down. You have a nasty fever, love.” 

You nod, but your body feeling so heavy when you attempted to get up. A wave of nausea hit you as you lifted your head, and you let it flop back down on the pillow to prevent bile from racing up from your stomach. A soft groan passed your lips, catching Lucifer’s attention. He turned back to you, worried by your stillness despite the strain in your muscles telling him you were trying your hardest to get out of bed. Without questioning you further, he gathered you in his arms carefully. His movements were calculated as he carried you effortlessly to the bathroom adjacent to your room. 

You watched from the vanity bench as he ran a hot bath with a minty-smelling tonic poured in as the basin filled. He helped peel the sweat-soaked clothing off of you, not missing how your body shivered despite the steaming heat fogging the bathroom mirrors. After ridding himself of his own clothes, he helped you into the bath, and positioned your body so you could relax against his chest. 

You sigh contently, feeling your muscles release the tension they had been holding. The lids of your eyes droop once more as you drift to sleep against Lucifer’s body, the feather-light dusting of his fingers tracing figure eights along your upper back lulling you to a peaceful slumber. 

Satan tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for you in the RAD library. He was tucked away in his usual corner, trying desperately to focus on the book in his hand. Usual something you suggested to him would keep his attention, but right now, all he could focus on was what had been keeping you for so long. 

The study session he set up was supposed to have begun nearly an hour ago, though Satan knew it was typical for you to be late. At first, he was very insulted by the behavior, thinking that any time set aside for you should be cherished. His time was valuable, after all...even if the only thing he would be doing was reading in the library anyways. Over time though, he grew accustomed to the fact that you would typically be between ten and twenty minutes late to everything, and adjusted the way he set up your study sessions. 

However, as the clock approached the 55 minute mark without so much as a text message to indicate your whereabouts, he began to grow concerned. 

Satan stood and paced around the nearby shelves. One by one his thoughts flew by, the content of which becoming darker and more terrifying with each passing moment. 

Did they just so happen to forget about today? It was every week at the same time, so I doubt that. Maybe one of my brothers carted them off somewhere...or did one of my brothers leave them by themselves? Maybe another demon showed up and cornered them...What if they’re hurt somewhere and need help??

 Just as he was packing his bag to leave and find you, one of the large doors to the library creaked open in the distance. Satan snapped his attention to the direction of the sound of the door shutting hard against the thick wooden frame. Familiar footsteps approached quickly from the distance. Soon enough, you rounded the corner, panting hard with sweat beads sparkling on your brow.

“H-hey. I’m so, so sorry I’m late!” you managed to stutter out the words while trying to regain control over your breaths. Satan sighed in response, the action coming off as annoyance to you, when in reality it was a deep breath of relief that you were okay. You gulped, hoping you hadn’t annoyed him too much with your tardiness. “I un-understand if you don’t want to tutor me today because of me being late.”

 Satan glanced up at you, giving you a half smile. “Its no trouble- we will just have to have a shorter session today. Though I must ask- what kept you, Mc?” 

Your body becomes visibly tense. “I...I was with {name}. He insisted that I help him with his final Beast-Keeping project.”  

Satan quirked an eyebrow at you. “What exactly did he need help with? The Beast Keeping course isn’t all that difficult.” 

Shifting your weight between your feet, you cast your eyes away from him. “Well, I mean...no, it’s not. But...he needed my help with his final write up of the assignment, since he didn’t do much of the observations last week.” 

“Is that so? Why didn’t he do it himself?” Satan muttered, moving his books back to the table and motioning for you to take a seat. You oblige, removing your own materials from your bag. 

“Well, He was out with a few of his friends on Monday, on Tuesday and Wednesday he wasn’t feeling good, and on Thursday he had dinner duty. Plus, this weekend he went on a trip to Hell Dome to watch the Fangol tournament...So I did the observations for him. It only makes sense that I do the write up if I have all the information.” 

Satan pinched the bridge of his nose. This wasn’t the first time you neglected your work in favor of basically doing your boyfriend’s work for him. In fact, this was why you needed the extra study sessions with Satan in the first place. Because of how much time and energy went into making sure his assignments were perfect, your own grades started to slip, causing Lucifer begin breathing down your neck. Satan stepped up to save you some grief, but he was becoming increasingly annoyed by how the man you were dating used your passiveness against you. 

“Mc...You’re struggling to complete your own work- why do you keep doing his for him?” 

You frown. “I...I was just trying to be supportive, you know?” 

“There are other ways you can be supportive without running yourself into the ground by doing all his work.” Satan noted, annoyance clear in his tone. 

“But...It’s my job as his partner to take care of him.” 

Satan’s brow knitted in confusion. “Pardon?” 

You rub your forearm sheepishly. “I mean...I’m not a good partner if I cant show him I can take care of him. There’s been many times where I’ve messed up and neglected his needs, so-” 

“Name one time.” 

“...huh?” 

Satan crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at you. “Name one time that you ‘neglected his needs’.” 

“Uhh...” You wrack your brain, trying to think of something to say in response. “Well...there was the one time where I went to the human world with you and Lucifer for a retreat when I had planned to help him with his laundry. And then when I made dinner during the retreat at the castle and he didn’t like it. Oh, and I also spend some Friday nights with all of you, when he said he’d rather have me at purgatory hall with him so we can have some intimate time.” 

“Mc, none of that is neglecting his needs.” Satan sighs running his hand through his hair. “You do everything for that man and prioritize him in everything, and not once have I seen him make you a priority. It honestly seems to me like he’s just using you.” 

Your frown intensifies and you drop your gaze away from him. “But...If I don’t make sure he’s happy...He’ll leave. He talks all the time about how he could find someone better. Without him I’m nothing.” 

Satan stares at you, mortified by your assertion. “Mc, that is absolutely preposterous.” 

You shrug in response, picking at a scab on your arm. 

Satan shakes his head, snatching your hand in his. “You’re much more than a mule for him to pile his workload onto.- You’re intelligent, kind-hearted, caring, brave, and have a great sense of humor. If he thinks he can find someone better than you, then there must be a pile of manure where his brain should be.” 

You let our a soft giggle, but the frown quickly makes its way back on your lips. “Thank you for saying that...but he’s right about everything. If I didn’t have him, I’m not sure who would really go for someone like me.” 

“Wait a minute.” Satan squeezes your wrists gently. “Right about...what, exactly?” 

“That I’m inconsiderate, prudish, useless, boring, ugly...” You pause, suddenly feeling stupid saying all of these things out loud. You start to wonder why someone who claimed to love you talked to you that way. 

“Mc...seriously?” Satan huffs, anger growing at all of the things the man who claimed to love you had said about and to you. As you go on about the things he’s said and done, Satan feels the swell of wrath in his chest only grow more intense. You detail the ways he was clearly manipulating you into doing everything for him, and calling you a bad partner when you try to resist his desires- no matter how outlandish they were. Satan’s breaking point was the brief mention of him withholding affection if you declined to gratify him sexually, and how he had cheated on you multiple times under the guise of you not “putting out” enough. 

“I think I’ve heard enough.” Satan murmured in a near growl, but tried his best to hold back his wrath. The last thing he wanted was for you to think he was mad at you. “Mc, why do you stay?” 

You chew on the inside of your cheek for a moment before replying in another shrug. 

He sighs. “There’s plenty of people who would cherish your company more than this ignoramus...and I am one of them.” 

You blink back your surprise. “What..?” 

Satan’s cheeks tint a deep pink, not having prepared himself for the confession he’d been holding in for so long. “I like you. A lot. And it hurts me to see you love this man who clearly treats you no better than a bag of trash. You deserve to be treated delicately, and encouraged to be your own person, rather than what he wants you to be...and you didn’t need to fix my family for that fact to be true.” 

Your jaw hangs open slightly, not knowing what to say in response. Perhaps the years of your boyfriend tearing you down has made you blind to the fact that other people can- and do- like you beyond what you can offer for them. 

Satan squeezes your hand in his. “I can’t force you to end the relationship- nor can I force you to date me instead. But I hope you take the time to think about the words I’ve said today. You’re more than what’s he’s made you believe you are.” 

The two of you sit in silence for a moment before turning your attention to your study materials. Not much was done considering all of the time that had been used up by being late to the session and the conversation with Satan that ended up deeper than you anticipated. By the end of it, though, you were finally having second thoughts about the relationship, believing finally that perhaps you did deserve better. 

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A week had passed since your conversation with Satan. Much to his dismay, you still remained within the relationship with your boyfriend. He watched him scold and criticize you for the poor marks he got on his Beast Keeping assignment- though the reason was not because of the quality of the work you had done. Satan had tipped the professor off to the fact that the man had been cheating on his assignments, reducing his grade so significantly that he would never be able to raise it past failing. 

Since then, he had been non-stop berating you each time Satan saw the two of you together. It was clearly grating on you too. The way your eyes were stained in a permanent state of blood-shot and the deep bags underneath indicated to him that you had spent many nights up sobbing because of his words. He silently wondered when you would have enough. Though, little did he know, that day would come sooner than he anticipated.  

The sound of yelling drew Satan’s attention away from his book. It was coming from the courtyard just outside the window he was sitting near in the Library. Satan closed his book and approached the window to see what had drew in a crowd of demons. He froze upon seeing you and your boyfriend in the midst of all the staring eyes, though something about it seemed different. Your boyfriend looked angrier than ever, his words coming out of his mouth so intensely that spittle was flung into your face, given how close his was to yours. You looked hesitant, but your stance appeared much more confident than the usual demure stature you held. 

Satan quickly packed up his bad and darted out the door, ready to come to your aid should you need protection. He didn’t think the man would be so bold as to try to physically harm you, but he didn’t want to risk it. As he approached the two of you in the courtyard, his heart fluttered as the firm sentiment he instilled in you escaped your own lips. 

“I deserve better than this. I already told you, and I’m not going to say it again- We’re done.” You crossed your arms over your chest and straightened your back further, the action clearly indicating conviction in your statement. 

Satan smiled at you from behind your boyfriend, catching your eyes briefly. His eyes shimmered with pride at your ability to stand up for yourself and tell this loser to fuck off. You make a point to glance toward the Library before turning away from your boyfriend, walking away in the opposite direction. If Satan hadn’t known better, he would have missed the signal you gave to meet him in your usual spot.

“Get the fuck back here!” your ex-boyfriend shouted as he stomped toward you. You turned in time to see he had raised his arm up as if to strike you, and felt your heart drop to your stomach. Squeezing your eyes shut, you prepared for the impact of his hand striking your face. 

When the impact didn’t come, you open your eyes to find the man gone. The rest of the demons murmured amongst themselves, but nothing intelligible could be gained from their conversation. You happened to notice that Satan, too, was gone. Without further hesitation, you quickly paced to the meeting spot to find Satan, wanting so desperately to be rid of the terrible feeling you had in the pit of your stomach.

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Within seconds, Satan had snatched your ex’s hand out of the air and jerked him backwards to the ground. Before the man had time to react, Satan uttered an teleportation spell that sent both he and the man to the front steps of Diavolo’s castle, preventing you from seeing what he was intending on doing. Satan dropped gracefully from the portal while the man fell from mid-air, slamming face-first on the marble steps leading into the large front doors. 

The man groaned, setting his jaw as he rolled over. Satan towered over the man as he regained his bearings, chest heaving as the wrath he felt began to boil over. The audacity this man had in trying to hit you when you tried to leave- he only thanked whatever higher power at work that he had been there to stop it from happening. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, demon form slipping out effortlessly between growls and labored breaths. 

The man’s breath caught in his throat as he witnessed Satan morph into his demon form, and then into something...different. It was almost ethereal; well, if it wasn’t so terrifying, that is. A black mist-like fog encapsulated his entire being, and all that could be seen from where he lay atop the steps was the demon’s intense green irises, and elongated fangs that were pulled up in a snarl. The man felt his heart rate become rapid, the urge to flee increasing- but it was as if he was frozen in place. The air became thicker and thicker as the fog increased its radius, sucking all of the air out of the area in along with it. The man struggled to breathe, beginning to gasp for air as he finally found his body movements return to his control. 

An attempt to flee turned into the man’s face hitting the ground once more as Satan’s gripped his leg with his tail, ultimately tripping the man. The serrated scales tore the skin of his calf as Satan dragged him back toward him. He lifted him upside-down in front of his face so that their eyes met. He was so close that he could smell the iron off Satan’s breath- as his gums bled profusely from his growing teeth. 

“L-let me go!” The man screamed desperately, darting his gaze around for anyone who could be of assistance to him. 

Satan hissed in response; the sound sending chills down the mans spine. He refused to meet any of the man’s words with a dignified response. He only wished to strike true terror into his soul, and engaging in conversation- albeit an intimidating one- didn’t much appeal to him. 

Satan’s tail gripped the man’s leg tighter, eliciting screams of pain deep from within him. The ripping of flesh beneath his grasp only fed into Satan’s theatrics, earing a satisfied, toothy grin. He continued constricting the mans leg until his tail met bone, and then- in an action as quick as snapping one’s fingers- the man’s tibia was snapped in two. 

The man bellowed in pain as Satan dropped him to the ground. Upon seeing his mutilated leg, the man lost all sense. He scooted backwards away from Satan, mumbling please to be released as he lost control of his bladder. A trail of urine followed him as he backed all the way against the castle door, desperately trying to put as much space between he and Satan as physically possible. 

A scoff was all that was given in response to the man’s actions. Satan began flexing his claws in anticipation for their use. 

How pathetic. 

Satan whipped his tail toward the man, pulling him to his feet by the arm and yanking him forward. Before the man could protest, Satan slashed his claws against the man’s face. Blood and chunks of flesh flew from his cheeks as he wailed, painting the beautifully polished marble steps a deep scarlet color. Satan nearly purred at the sound of his agony, finding deep pleasure in his pain. The man continued to beg as Satan clawed at the man’s face and chest until he was nearly unrecognizable, with the exception of the badge on his RAD uniform indicating he was an exchange student. 

When the man had lost enough blood to the point where he was barely conscious, Satan dragged his body back up to the front doors of the castle. He left him in a pile of flesh  and sinew, blood soaking the marble as it cascaded like waterfalls down the steps. the action was similar to that of a cat who had killed its prey to display for their owner- a way to display his pride in being able to protect you.

Satan watxhed the mans body for a moment while he calmed himself back down. Just as his breathing stopped, Satan's demon form dissipated and a wave of relief washed over him. He made his way back to RAD with the help of another teleportation spell, feeling exhausted from the mauling dealt out to your ex boyfriend.

As Satan entered the library, he immediately noticed you pacing the floor, picking nervously at the skin on your arms. When you saw him, you followed your immediate instinct and captured Satan in a tight hug. After pulling away and noticing his blood-soaked clothes that had subsequently stained your own attire, you figured you were in for another lengthy conversation in place of your normal study session. To your surprise though, Satan took you by the hand and lead you back to the House of Lamentation to spend the evening with him- in whatever capacity you would have him in.

Lucifer

When he first meets you, he sees the fixations as a sign of immaturity- and he will probably scoff at them.

When he gets to know you better and begins to become fond of you, the indifference will turn into admiration. 

He will definitely feed into them by winning you plushies/toys at Carnivals  and gifting you memorabilia from your favorite shows and movies. 

He wont admit it, but there’s some of the media he genuinely enjoys! Especially the ones with interesting music incorporated into the show

(He may even learn how to play some songs from the shows just to make you smile)

I feel like Lucifer would especially enjoy calming, light-hearted shows (like Summer Camp Island) or ones with more complex situations (like movies from Studio Ghibli)

Mammon

Mammon will, like Lucifer, scoff at first when you talk about your interests, but he’s secretly interested in what makes it so appealing to you. 

Once you show him some of the shows though, he’s hooked. 

He would go nuts with purchasing stuff that you like from each show, particularly plushies, blankets, and clothing.

He especially likes matching with you and relating your relationship to characters from the shows, so he will often get a plushy set, or matching hoodies with corresponding characters. 

He is not subtle in how his interest in the shows always relates back to you. 

He openly loves talking about the shows with you, and will definitely reference memes from the shows with you as well. 

I feel like Mammon would especially love humorous media that start off ridiculous and nonsensical and eventually dive deeper into character development and intense plot (like Adventure Time or Regular Show). 

Leviathan

As the king of hyperfixations, he would totally understand. 

He would obviously still call you a normie though if none of the interests aligned with his right off the bat. 

Over time, I could see you picking up some of his interests and him picking up some of yours. 

I imagine him loving to Cosplay together at conventions and buying tons of merch from the shows you mutually enjoy. 

Just like you love his rants about the media he consumes, he loves yours and could listen to you go on about it for hours. 

He would also love recreating foods from the show with you!

He particularly loves the games that you guys can play together, even if they are simple (like Little Big Planet) 

I feel like Levi would especially love shows that are similar to his interests already- so like, any anime kids shows would totally be up his alley (like Pokémon or anything from Studio Ghibli).  

Satan

Another hyperfixation king who would be totally understanding of your fixations, but will probably see you as similar to Levi in your interests until he gets to know you better and starts to like them himself. 

As an avid reader, he has a much easier time getting to the media you enjoy if it’s in book-form first. 

He would probably really enjoy YA novels with complex character development and intense plot (like The Hunger Games or The Darkest Minds)

But he probably would also enjoy media that’s a directed toward younger children too, especially if the artwork within them is unique and engaging!

After going through books, he would probably be open to watching shows with you. He may want to dress up like some characters after seeing them visualized. 

I feel like Satan would especially love shows or movies that are very intense, deep, and focus a lot on convoluted messages (like Infinity Train or Over the Garden Wall)  

Asmodeus

He thinks you are literally just the cutest little thing!

As someone who enjoys bright colors and things that are adorable, he would absolutely eat up any children's media you show him. 

He would love doing makeovers on you to make you into your favorite character, or inspire looks inspired by your favorite characters.

He would find the cutest merch imaginable and get matching ones for himself to wear with you. 

He would also get you the most giant plushies from shows you like that he can find, along with other memorabilia.

Expect to be taking lots and LOTS of photos for his Devilgram with all the stuff he gets for the both of you. 

He especially loves musicals, so get ready to hear him singing songs from the movies and TV shows you like all the time. 

He would especially love very cutesy media (like anything from the Sanrio company), media with interesting fashion and style opportunities (like Steven Universe) and media with lots of simple, exaggerated tropes (like Disney movies) 

Beelzebub

At first Beel is indifferent toward your interests. He doesn’t judge you for them, but doesn’t really see what you find interesting about them. 

When he gets to know you better, he comes to enjoy watching various shows and movies with you. 

Mostly because, you know...you’re there...but also because he genuinely becomes interested in it. 

Beel would love baking/cooking recreations of various foods from the shows, movies, and books that you like- especially since he gets to eat the creations. 

He would also try his hand at making something personal for you from the shows, like a plushy. 

Overall, he loves having movie nights with you and Belphie where you just binge-watch movies from the human world and snuggle together.

Beel would especially love media that focuses on family and relationships (like She-ra and the Princesses of Power) or shows with characters he can relate to (like Winnie the Pooh, or Scooby Doo)

Belphegor

Belphie probably finds your interests weird at first, and will probably pick on you for “being into baby stuff.”

After peeking an eye open after hearing some interesting dialogue on the show you’re watching though, he probably gets hooked pretty fast. 

He would probably get you matching shirts or maybe some slumbering-type memorabilia (like blankets or pillows with the characters on it). 

Belphie probably wouldn’t like anything too complex in it’s messaging- opting for more silly and weird shows to watch with you. 

I feel like Belphie would be particularly fond of the era in animation where kids shows were really weird and dark (like Courage the Cowardly Dog, Ahh! Real Monsters, or Invader Zim)

Simeon

Simeon probably thinks your child-likr fixations are very cute, and makes him view you a bit more innocently.

He would eagerly join you in watching whatever content it is, and would probably pay more attention to your excitement rather than what's on the TV.

He would also love playing co-op games with you, especially if they're very calming and easy on the eyes (he'd probably really love Animal Crossing).

He would be another who especially loves more soothing shows (like Summer Camp Island or Winnie the Pooh) and I could really see him liking campy live-action movies staring the Muppets.

Luke

Luke would be over the moon if you liked children's media. Given that...ya know...he's a child n' all.

However, he wouldn't outwardly say it because he wants to be seen as more 'mature.'

He'd probably make some excuse about needing to study but it just so happens to be that he walks in on you watching a very interesting TV show.

He wouldn't say it out loud, but he's dying to play with any action figures or toys you have from the shows.

He'd absolutely love it if you would recreate some baked goods from the show with him!

Luke would be especially fond of shows that have lots of action (like Masters of the Universe: Revelation, or Power Rangers) or movies that are sweet, simple, and funny (like media from DreamWorks or Pixar)

Diavolo

This big ol' man child would be ELATED to engage in anything you like, and would have no shame in it.

He really wants to learn more about humans, and media from the human world is a good way to do it- regardless of its for kids! If anything, that's even better so he can learn about human development!

He would really love getting matching clothes for you both to wear from your favorite show. Im talking shirts, sweat pants, hats, socks, sunglasses, etc.

He gets just as fixated on it as you do, and will spend hours talking about the show with you.

He would also absolutely share fan fiction and fan art with you that he finds!

He would especially be into media with longer, more unique plots and engaged fandoms (like Avatar: the Last Airbender or Steven Universe)

Also, he would absolutely adore Minions (no, you cannot change my mind)

Barbatos

Barbatos wouldn't be super into it at first, but he would be intrigued as to why the media you consume is so interesting to you.

He would probably watch you as you watched or read the various different media you like.

Overall he would love gifting you special things from the shows you like, like memorabilia from very nuanced items that you wouldn't think about.

He would also love trying to recreate recipes from the shows to have you try.

He would probably be into media that are a bit darker or have a more intense plot (like Over the Garden Wall, Gravity Falls, or anything from Studio Ghibli)

Solomon

Solomon has been through so many different eras of kids media that he wouldn't really have a connection to it, and unfortunately would probably not remember much of his childhood.

That being said though, when you introduce him to that content, he becomes just as fixated as you.

Something about it makes him feel young again, and he especially likes it because its something he can share with you.

He would love getting matching hats and going to special showings of old movies in the human world.

Lucifer sighed, finally sinking down onto his plush sofa after a long, exhausting day of paperwork and managing his brother’s ever-growing list of mistakes that kept him on his toes. There was nothing better to the oldest brother than relaxing in his study with his cursed records playing in the background and a glass of demonus in hand. He sipped the bitter red wine from the glass, relishing in the vintage cranberry flavor he decided to pull from his collection. 

The sound of his office door creaking open caught his attention. He turned to scold who he thought was one of his brothers either trying to steal one of his possessions or pull a prank on him, but the terse “get out” he was about to yell died on his tongue when he recognized the sweet face of his favorite human. He was surprised to see you awake this late at night, but his shock was soon replaced by glee. His irritated expression turned into a soft smile, and he gestured for you to enter.

“Come, Mc. Sit with me.” He patted the space on the couch next to him, urging you to come forward. He took another sip from his glass, expecting to hear your footsteps approach, but was disappointed to hear...well, no sound at all. He paused his lips on the rim of the glass and turned to you, now getting a better look at your current state. 

You hugged yourself tightly, looking dejectedly at the ground. Lucifer’s heart began to race when he noticed the redness in your eyes and tear stains on your cheeks. He nearly dropped his glass of demonus as he aggressively set it on the table and sprang up from the couch. After rushing to you, he dropped to one knee in font of you with his hands gently holding your upper arms. 

“Mc, darling. What’s the matter?” He rubbed your arms gently, encouraging you to look at him. “Are you hurt?” 

You shake your head subtly, sucking in a shuddered breath as more tears form in your eyes. Lucifer stands, wrapping you tightly in his arms. He rubs your back gently as you cry against him, until you’re finally able to mutter out the words “Belphie” and “Nightmare.” 

Lucifer pulls back slightly, holding your chin between his thumb and index finger. “Would you like to stay with me?” 

Barbatos watched on as you giggled amongst the brothers at the dinner table, standing in wait for Lord Diavolo’s request for he and the little D’s to clear the table. He felt his eyelid twitch at the sight of Beelzebub sneaking some food from your plate, and Mammon flinging some gravy at your face from his seat at the table. You laughed in response, playfully tossing a roll into Beelzebub’s mouth like a dog playing fetch, and catapulting some peas at Mammon. It was as if you were not even being phased at the flat out-disrespectful behavior. 

He didn’t understand why you ever entertained them and their foolishness.

Satan dried the splotch of gravy on your cheek with a wide smile, muttering something about- getting Mammon back for you later. Asmo then interrupted  with a comment about how you had already made plans with him at the Spa after dinner. Belphie’s head lolling onto your shoulder also didn’t fail to catch his attention.  Lucifer’s response was the most surprising- coming up to you from behind and placing a hand tenderly on your back, while reminding you of an upcoming exam that you should get a good-nights sleep for. 

He felt a twinge of hurt rise in his heart. It should be him pampering you like that...it should be him reminding you of your schedule, being playful with you, offering to accompany you to a spa-day. 

It should be him, not them.

He was your partner, after all.

So why did you spend so much time with them?  

Lucifer readied you and his brothers as Diavolo instructed Barbatos to clear the table. Begrudgingly, he complied, feeling irritation rise up in his chest at the fact that you had the brothers wrapped around your finger, and that you seemingly enjoyed the attention. He found the jealousy of the brother’s having the ability to be so close to you hurt more than the fact that you had been so distant lately...and he wondered for a moment how he would fair as your butler instead of Diavolos- He would cater to your desires without anyone interfering and perhaps you would reward him with the same attention you gave the brothers...

“Hold on! I have to say goodbye to Barb first!” 

Barbatos’ back straightened from the spot he was wiping on the table, turning just in time for you to fling your arms around his torso. He felt his face heat up, the blush spreading to his neck and ears as you squeezed him in your arms. He hugged back gently, hesitantly patting you on the back. 

“We should spend some time together soon, just the two of us.” You whisper to him, upturning your gaze to lock onto his shining green eyes. “I haven’t been able to because I’ve been so busy lately...I miss you.” 

Barbatos smiled softly. “I miss you too, Darling. Perhaps you can spend the night at the castle after your exam?” 

Your lips upturn into a wide grin. “I’d like that. I’ll text you, mmkay?” 

Barbatos nods, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips before sending you running back to the brothers. He watches out the window as you skip happily with them down the street, not missing the kiss you blow back at him  before you disappear around the corner. 

“Ah fuck!” Mammon grumbled, having lost another 5,000 grim in roulette. 22 was supposed to be his lucky number, so why wasn’t he winning?!

He slumped in his seat, running a hand through his hair as the demons around him placed their bets around the board. Mammon had gone to the Casino for a night of fun, but now it was clear he had bit off much more than he could chew. Round after round of the small ball falling on any number except 22 was wearing him thin, and he was definitely going to be in a shitty situation if things didn’t start going his way. If he bailed now, Lucifer would have his head for sure, but if he kept playing, he could risk losing even more money that he didn’t have. 

“Are you in, or are you cashing out?” The table hostess crossed her arms, impatiently tapping her foot in irritation at how long Mammon was taking to weigh his options. 

“Uhh...I’ll bet. jus’...gimme a sec.” Mammon pulled out his DDD to check how much of the lost cash he could float with one of his cards. After checking each one and making the other demons groan in annoyance, he realized every one was maxed out. He needed to win in order to bow out gracefully, and he needed to win a lot. With a sigh, he began placing his chips around the board, hoping that 22 would finally come through for him. 

The host spun the wheel, and his eyes were glued to the ball as it rolled across the numbers. “com’on....com’on....” He whispered, trying to mind-will the ball to land on 22, or at least in it’s vicinity so he could win some of his bets back. To his disappointment, the ball stopped on 35 for the 3rd time in  a row. 

Just before Mammon could shout an expletive, he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. 

“Hey Mams!” Your soft sing-song voice rang through his ears as he turned around, shocked to see you in a Demon Casino by yourself. 

“Oi, what’re ya doin’ here, Mc?” He scolded, looking around frantically for your escort, who he had no doubt would be Lucifer. 

“We had plans to study tonight, remember?” your face falls slightly, realizing he had forgotten. “Levi said that you’d probably be here, so I came to walk you home.” 

“Oh...” Mammon rubs the back of his neck. “m’sorry...I lost track of time.” 

You smile sadly and nod. “That’s okay. Are you ready to go now...or...?” 

Mammon bites his lip as his face goes red with shame, the Roulette host shouting at him to place his bet once more or cash out.

“Oh, what’s this?” Your eyes widen with excitement and you approach the table. “Oooh! Mammon, can I pick the next number you bet on?” 

“Uh...I really shouldn’t gamble anymore tonight, Mc...Lucifer’ll...” 

“Pleeeease?” You whine, clasping your hands together and giving him the biggest puppy eyes you could muster. Mammon groans and nods, and you excitedly turn back towards the table.

You rub your chin in thought, eyeing the other bets as you work out your strategy. The host huffs in annoyance, only to get a sharp glare from Mammon that puts her in her place.

“Six!” You finally turn to him and exclaim. “Put it all on six.” 

“Wh-” 

“Just trust me!” You smile widely, eagerly turning back to the table. Mammon sighs and obliges, putting the remainder of his chips- equating to a 20,000 grimm bet, around the 6 on the board. He chews his lip nervously as the host spins the wheel, the ball bouncing a bit before pattering across the numbers. Mammon can’t believe his eyes when the ball slowly comes to a halt on the number 6, making his payout worth nearly 3 times what he had lost. 

“Wooooo!” Mammon shouts, picking you up and spinning you in the air while you giggle. “I can’t believe it!” 

After collecting his winnings, much to the host’s and other demon’s annoyance, Mammon walks arm-in-arm out of the Casino with you. He was high on the adrenaline of winning, unable to keep his mind off of how you not only saved his ass from even more extreme debt, but you got him more money in return. Then his thoughts shifted, imagining how much he cherished your time together, and how much you really seemed to enjoy his company.  He smiled as he looked over at you, enjoying the sight of you happily chattering away about how lucky he must have been to win such a prize. He found the blush returning to his face once more, this time for a different reason.