#om! mc

My MC is a beautiful latina girl.

🔁Reblog with your MC, I wanna see them all!🔁

Check this other illustration of my MC (2024)

Solomon is aware that Fionna likes him and Fionna is aware he has a little bit of feelings for Mystica as his best apprentice (it's triangle if I do say). He was somewhat a bit devastated knowing in the end Mystica chose one of the demon brothers, it's been there since she decided to date one of them. Once a human falls into the demon's charm, there's no escape. Even Mystica who is now considered strong with seven lords has a blood pact with her, can't help but fall to the demon's embrace.

In Season 3, if your MC didnt have Luke's protection spell, what would the bogeyman have shown them as their greatest fear?

Olli would have been surrounded by depictions of the boys, laughing at her and taunting her for believing that they loved her, saying that she was stupid and gullible for falling for it.

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could you please write fanfic about beel taking care of mc with a really bad sprained ankle?

beelzebub taking care of mc with a sprained ankle.

obey me beelzebub x gn!mc

a/n: thank you so much anon, i’m glad you enjoy my writings. sorry that this is written probably a year after your request 😓 i've been busy! i tried my best writing this!

warnings: detailed descriptions of injury, mc is scared of hospitals, mc feels like a burden

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back in the human realm you absolutely adored playing volleyball, ever since you were young. and that love for the sport didn’t vanish when you arrived upon the devildom. you had immediately went to the try-outs for the team as soon as you heard volleyball exists in the devildom too. and of course you got in, had never let your team down, as you all won all matches up till now from the tournament.

currently you are training for the upcoming volleyball match, in the position as libero. there’s a lot of pressure on everyone, since your opponents have been getting harder to beat for every upcoming match.

you’re facing your ‘opponent’ which is just your teammate since it’s another training. passing the ball in wide range. as the ball gets closer you slack off and it’s nearly touching the ground, in an impulse you dive towards it. too quickly and unstable, causing your ankle to double. body sliding over the ground as your features retort into pain, of course the ball had to hit you in the face after too.

your teammate quickly makes her way towards you, crouching near you.

“mc! are you okay?” she asks frightened, unsure if this is a case of you dying or just a little scare, demons aren’t born to look after humans after all.

you sit up with a soft groan and look at your ankle, which is already bright red and flaring up. your eyes widen and you make eye contact with your teammate.

“i think i sprained my ankle.” you announce with a pained voice.

your teammate helps you get up and you make your way towards the dressing room. she leaves at the entrance and turns back to continuing her training after you told her to do so. you limp towards one of the benches in the dressing room, wincing in pain at every step.

'i cant get home like this.' you whisper to yourself with a frown. you could barely walk this short way to the bench without excruciating pain.

after thinking about a plan for a moment, you start fiddling with your d.d.d. kind of unsure what to do now, you quickly realise beelzebub should be training fangol at the other court in the building. he should be done soon since he always finishes before you but waits for your training to end so the two of you can walk home together.

you dial his number, silently praying that he picks up his phone.

after a few rings you hear munching followed by his deep voice. 'mc? are you finished with your training? you should come outside, i have food to share.' he says with his mouth full with whatever kind of food he was eating this time.

you look down at your ankle with a frown for a moment, seeing how it's already bruising, it might be broken too, you're unsure.

'beel, don't worry, but i injured my ankle, can you come to-...' you can't even finish your sentence as he ended the voice call already.

a few seconds later the door of the dressing room slams open, revealing beel's big frame and his worried face. he quickly approaches you.

'what happened mc? are you okay?' he asks with concern as he kneels down in front of you. seeing your already bruised ankle gets him even more worried.

'it happened while training, i stupidly dived to the ball but got off the floor in a weird way.' you say with a saddened demeanour.

beel listens attentively to your story and nods when you finish speaking.

'do you need to go to a hospital?' he asks a bit unsure, him and his brothers have been through the overreaction stage of whenever you got hurt, but this didn't seem so good at all.

you innerly flinch, you didn't want to go to a hospital! it was scary and besides you already felt like a burden to him and your volleyball team.

'no, i think.. it's just sprained.' you say, quickly dismissing the idea of a hospital. beel nods, a bit unsure of your reply, but he trusts you.

'we should go home then.' beel speaks, still with worry etched onto his features.

you nod and quickly put your d.d.d. in your pocket and start stuffing your water bottle and school uniform in your bag. you were in no state to change your clothes now with your adrenaline rush crashing down.

beel stands up straight and takes your bag from your hands with his left hand, he places his right hand on your back so you can lean on him. you take ahold of his upper arm and get up, standing with your able leg.

'this won't work.' he says with a slight frown after seeing you only use one leg.

he slings both your bag and his own over one shoulder and lifts you up with the other arm, carrying you in bridal style. your cheeks flush pink at his action, so you quickly look the other way so he can't see your face.

'comfortable?' he asks you, you can feel his chest vibrating against you as he speaks.

'yeah, thank you for helping me beel.' you say not raising your head to face him properly so he can't see your flushed cheeks.

'anything for you, mc.' he says with his deep voice.

it doesn't take long before the two of you are outside, you eye a half eaten burger on the ground on the spot where beel usually waits for you after training. he was eating that burger and dropped his food to rush to you, going against his sin, gluttony, for you. the thought makes your eyes soften, he was so sweet like usual. you turn your head to look at him, he's looking straight forward to watch the road. after some seconds he notices that you're staring at his face.

'is something the matter? are you hurting?' he immediately asks, worried about your health.

'no, it's bearable, don't worry too much.' you say, biting on the inside of your cheek. but your words weren't so convincing to him.

'you don't have to lie to me, mc. that upsets me.' he says with a slight scowl.

you look at him for a moment before speaking. 'sorry, beel.' you just say, not knowing what else to say since he saw right through you.

his eyes soften and his heart twinges inside of his chest, 'don't apologise mc, you're allowed to be in pain. don't hide it from me.' he says, yet you still feel like a burden!

after walking home in 5 minutes, what usually takes you more than 10 minutes, he somehow manages to unlock the front door even when he's carrying so much in his arms. he steps inside the usual loud house, none of the other brothers were home, every tuesday and thursday they have student council meetings but beel and you have training on thurdays, hence the empty house.

he shrugs the bags of his shoulder and let them fall on the floor, then he swiftly walks towards the common room and carefully sets you on the couch.

'do you need help taking your shoes off?' he asks, worried he might hurt you if he suddenly did so.

'no thank you, i'll do it myself.' you reply, flashing him a quick smile.

you bend slightly over and work on taking of your shoe, a throbbing sensation became evident as you took your shoe of completely. your ankle already looked worse enough even though you didn't take off your sock yet.

you peel off your sock and see that the bruising has spread to the sides of your foot. not to mention, your foot was awfully swollen. beel bites back the disgust on his face, it looked really bad.

'i'll go get some ice and other stuff, you stay here mc.' he says in concern and quickly walks off.

he quickly returns with a bunch of stuff stacked up in his arms, he sets everything down on the salon table. he brought a bag of frozen vegetables to cool your injury, a first aid kit, and a glass of water to swallow medicine that he brought ten different kinds of.

'i didn't know which one was the right one, so i brought them all.' he explains carefully, while looking at the medicine.

'the right one is among them for sure.' you say, you would've laughed if it wasn't for your ankle killing you.

beel carefully lifts you leg onto the couch, automatically forcing you in lying on the couch. he places your foot on his lap and brings the bare bag of frozen vegetables on your ankle. you wince at the coldness and he immediately takes it off of you.

'what's wrong? did i hurt you?' he asks worriedly.

'it's too cold, usually you would wrap it in some cloth before placing it on a human injury.' you explain, which gets followed by a nod from beel.

he takes a blanket from the couch and puts the bag with vegetables inside.

'will this work?' he asks.

'yeah, it has a lot of excess fabric though.' you say with a grin; he's sort of made you smile.

he places it against your ankle and then grabs his d.d.d. to search how long you need to cool. it's not like he's never dealt with sprains, just not human sprains.

'15 to 20 minutes of cooling.' he reads from his phone. 'that's a long time.' he says with a frown.

you sigh and let your head hit the arm rest of the couch. the cooling did relieve some pain, but it still hurt.

as if he could read your mind, 'do you want to take medicine?' he asks, which you reply to with a nod.

he quickly grabs all the medicine he had fetched before and places it on your lap. you look through what he has brought and almost let out a snort when you see pills for a sore throat. he really just grabbed everything he could see.

you pick out ibuprofen and pop a pill out of the foil, on cue beel hands you the glass of water. you swallow the pill, followed by a chug of water. then beel takes the half filled glass from your hands and places it on the table.

'i should probably start bandaging it now, although it's already really swollen.' he says, frowning once again.

he takes the first aid kid and picks out the roll of elastic bandages. he temporarily takes off the cooling and starts wrapping your foot, tight, but not too tight. he has experience after all.

'does it feel okay?' he asks, checking up with you.

you nod, 'it's perfect.' you say, then beel places the cooling on your foot again.

then the room fills with silence which isn't uncommon between you and beel, and of course the fact that you didn't really feel like conversing right now. the silence gets interrupted by a grumble of beel's stomach, and he looks embarrassed by it which isn't usual.

'you can eat something, beel. i'll be fine on my own for some minutes.' you say, following with a soft chuckle.

beel's ears perk up at your words. 'if you don't mind, i won't decline.' he says, smiling at you.

he carefully lifts your leg from his lap, holding you by your knee to make sure he doesn't hurt you even more than you already are. after standing up he props a few decorative pillows from the couch underneath your foot and then walks to the kitchen.

you grab your d.d.d. from your pocket and tap on a notification you've received. it's your teammate that helped you walk to the dressing room, she's asking if you're doing alright. you smile, reading the text message, she didn't have your number before so she must've been asking around for it.

after texting her for some time and hearing beel rummage in the kitchen in the background, the front door busts open followed by loud chattering that belongs to no other than the 6 rulers of hell that had been at their student council meeting.

if you were honest, you want to crawl in a corner and hide yourself forever, because you can already anticipate their worries.

asmodeus walks into the common room first, waltzing happily towards you.

'hi mc, i...' he's quiet for a moment, but you already know what will happen next. 'what happened to you?!' he says (almost screams) in a high pitched shrill tone as he sees your injury.

he rushes to your side and his loud voice quickly alert the others too, curiously they all peek inside and quickly come closer after seeing your state.

'mind explaining what happened, mc?'

'mc, you poor soul! you didn't deserve this.'

'stupid human got injured, again.'

'how bad is the pain on a scale from 1 to 10?'

'is it going to be amputated?'

'WHATT!!!'

you raise your eyebrows at the word 'amputating' who the hell even said that, you wonder as you weren't really paying attention.

'i tripped while training, my ankle is just sprained. no need to.. amputate?' you say, confused of how someone would even come up with that.

'just? are ya kidding mc? it looks like a truck drove over yer foot.' mammon says shocked by your use of words.

'yeah, it looks.. just weird? why is it blue and purple?' levi asks, inching closer to your foot.

'that's called a bruise, smart ass.' satan remarks, which earns him a offended look from levi.

'stop foot shaming mc, guys!' asmo says with a raised voice.

you look at all of their faces and they're all staring at your foot which makes your cheeks flush red.

'stop looking at my foot.' you sputter as you spread the blanket that beel wrapped around the- now melting, bag of vegetables over your feet.

'now mc is injured and shy.' belphie teases with a grin after seeing your cheeks with a red hue on them.

lucifer, who had been watching this mostly from afar, finally decides to speak up. 'will you lot be quiet for once and leave mc alone. they clearly need their rest.' his voice booms, getting everyone quiet.

the bunch of them all sat down on the chairs and sofa's in the common room, even though lucifer had 'sent' them away.

they tell him the words, 'you can't kick us out of the common room, everyone is allowed to be here.' even though nobody really uses the room otherwise.

beel appears in the common room, he really took his sweet time trying to fill the endless pit that is also known as his stomach.

'oh, hi you're all here!' he says, awfully excited having all his favourite people in one room.

other than his words, the room is silent and it stays like that. a very odd occurrence, because when they're all together in one room it would almost be as loud as a concert. this was probably lucifer's doing, since he scolded them a few seconds ago after all.

you break the silence, 'i'm on cooking duty tonight, but i don't think it will work out.' you say, looking mostly at lucifer for an answer.

obey me brothers x gn!mc SFW

summary: what is a better date than putting together a bed from ikea? you get to know each other and see how well your teamwork is.

a/n: hi everyone! i've been so busy lately, and i finally graduated from high school yay!!! sorry for the long break, the obey me hyper fixation has returned!!

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LUCIFER

- will do all the work by himself, his patience is too low to wait for you to figure it out plus he's too prideful and knows he can do it alone.

- when you ask him 'what can i do to help?' he will give you some random task like 'bring me a cup of coffee.' 😭

- and when you return he's already finished putting the bed together. teamwork isn't his strongest suit but he doesn't realise that himself.

MAMMON

- at the start he will go on about him being 'the great mammon' and his sidekick (you) putting the bed together.

- little does he know that he doesn't understand a thing of the manual and you'll have to do most of the reading work.

- he's a little saddened so you decide to give him orders so he doesn't feel too worthless. in the end you read everything from the manual and he puts the bed together, great teamwork.

LEVIATHAN

- at first he's whiny, saying that he doesn't want to do activities that he's not good at. so you tell him to see putting the bed together as a quest from a game, and now he's interested.

- he crashes out because he wants to rush everything and uses the wrong screws etc. because he's not paying well enough attention.

- to fix that, you sort all the materials from the box and tell him to see it as sorting an inventory. after that the work goes smooth and effortless.

SATAN

- he reads the most of the manual and explains everything, then helps you put the materials together.

- he stays calm when things go wrong, he might be the embodiment of wrath, but losing himself over building a bed is simply embarrassing.

- you guys finish quickly because of the great teamwork between you two.

ASMODEUS

- thinks it's an odd choice for a date, but he gets to spend time with you, oh well!

- leave the manual reading to him! he doesn't want his nail polish to chip off by working with his hands too much, plus he has a great reading voice.

- when you struggle with lifting wooden planks etc. he might help, he was thinking of refreshing his nail polish anyway.

BEELZEBUB

- loves this date idea! he can sorta work out while spending time with you.

- while you figure out what to do with the next step, he literally starts weightlifting all the planks in one go, to pass time 😭

- puts the bed together quickly, this isn't half of what he weight lifts usually. when you guys finish up his stomach is growling, time to end the date in the kitchen!

BELPHEGOR

- you literally have to beg him to do this with you, if you ordered everything, he will tell you 'send it back for a refund.'

- when you finally get him to 'build' it with you, he's splayed out on the floor with the manual in his hands and you need to keep calling his name three times after every step, because he keeps dozing off.