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Request by @apollonia4 ^^, and sorry for taking so long 🥲

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✧.* - Lucifer often finds you at your desk, candlelight flickering, eyes shadowed from another sleepless night. When you finally confess that your dreams are visions—flashes of the past and future—you expect him to scoff. Instead, he sits beside you, hand heavy but comforting on your shoulder. “You carry a burden far too heavy for one person.” His voice is firm, but his gaze is soft. “If these visions frighten you, then let me share that fear. I swore to protect you, MC—and that includes from your own dreams.”

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✧.* - Mammon panics the first time he finds you trembling awake, muttering details of a vision that hasn’t even happened yet. He shakes you until you look at him, eyes wide with tears. “MC, why didn’t ya tell me?!” His voice cracks in desperation. You try to explain it’s just how you’ve always been, but he grabs your hands tightly. “No. Don’t just deal with it alone. I’m your first, remember? So from now on, if these visions wake you up, you wake me up too. Got it? You don’t suffer this alone.”

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✧.* - Satan notices your fatigue first—the constant dark circles, the quiet sighs over books you don’t really read. When he learns your dreams aren’t just nightmares but visions of things beyond your control, he grips the armrest of his chair until his knuckles go white. “You’ve been enduring this alone?” His anger isn’t at you—it’s at the cruelty of fate. Sitting beside you, he lowers his voice, more tender than usual. “You’re not a prophet or a weapon, MC. You’re just… you. And I’ll do whatever I can to help you remember that.”

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✧.* - Beel wakes up to find you trembling at the table, untouched food in front of you. When you whisper that your visions keep you from sleeping, that you sometimes even see his suffering in them, his chest aches. He pushes his plate toward you, nudging gently. “Eat with me, MC. It’ll help.” And when you shake your head, he simply wraps an arm around your shoulders, steady and warm. “Then rest with me. If your dreams come, I’ll be here when you wake. You don’t have to face them alone.”

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✧.* - Belphie is furious when he learns your sleepless nights aren’t just insomnia but visions that torment you. He grabs your wrist when you try to walk past his bed, eyes sharp despite his usual drowsiness. “MC… why didn’t you tell me?” His voice cracks with guilt, remembering the nightmare he once was for you. He tugs you into bed with him, arms caging you in. “If anyone knows how cruel dreams can be, it’s me. So from now on, you’re not dreaming alone. I’ll hold you through every single one.”

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✧.* - Levi catches you during a late-night raid, controller slipping from your hands as another vision strikes. He listens as you haltingly describe a tragic event you saw. Instead of calling you crazy, he swallows hard, eyes glued to his lap. “So you… you see the future? That’s like some scary anime protagonist stuff…” But then he looks at you seriously, voice trembling. “If it ever gets too much, MC… you can always come hide in my room. With me. No visions, no demons—just us.”

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✧.* - Asmo finds you in the mirror room one night, tears staining your cheeks as you stare blankly at your reflection. When you explain your visions, his heart aches. “Oh, darling… no wonder you look so tired all the time.” He immediately pulls you into his arms, stroking your hair with unusual gentleness. “Your dreams may show you cruelty, but don’t ever forget—you’re loved here, in this moment. If the future scares you, then let me smother you in enough love to make you forget everything else.”

Request by @ashkylie22 ^^, and sorry for taking so long 🥲

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✧.* - Lucifer was the first to notice—he always notices. You used to linger in his office while he worked, but now your presence had become scarce, replaced by the laughter of the new exchange student echoing through the halls. One night, he caught you sneaking past his study. “MC. Stop.” His tone was firm, but when you looked at him, eyes downcast, he softened. “Don’t think for a moment you can simply disappear from me. You’re Lilith’s descendant—you’re my family. And I won’t let you drift away just because someone new has arrived.”

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✧.* - Mammon was confused at first. Why weren’t you clinging to him like usual? Why did you smile less when he bragged? Then he saw it—the way you left the room whenever the new exchange student showed up, your hands tightening at your sides. His heart sank. He cornered you outside RAD, cheeks flushed, words tumbling out. “Oi, MC! D’ya seriously think some newbie could replace ya? Tch, don’t be stupid. You’re mine—my human, my responsibility, and I ain’t lettin’ ya slip away from me.”

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✧.* - Satan noticed the silence first—you no longer came to curl up in his room with a book, and your thoughtful questions had gone missing. When he caught sight of you slipping away as Raphael and the new student laughed together, the realization hit. He found you in the library later, trying to hide in the quiet. He sat beside you without a word until you finally glanced at him. “You think we don’t see you, but we do. I do. And nothing—not another student, not even Raphael—could make me want you any less, MC.”

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✧.* - Beel felt it most during meals—your seat beside him empty, your laughter missing as the new student sat closer and closer. It made the food taste different. One evening, he found you alone in the kitchen, pushing untouched food around. He gently set down a plate in front of you and sat close. “You haven’t been eating with me… are you jealous, MC? Don’t be. I only want you here. Eating with you is what makes me happy.”

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✧.* - Belphie was furious. At first, he thought you were just busy, but when he saw how your eyes dimmed whenever the new student smiled at Raphael or the others, it clicked. One afternoon, when you tried sneaking past the attic, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into bed with him. “Idiot… did you really think I wouldn’t notice? That I’d just let you slip away?” His arms tightened around you, voice muffled against your shoulder. “You’re mine, MC. You always have been. I won’t let anyone take that away.”

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✧.* - Levi thought you’d gotten bored of him. You weren’t around for game nights anymore, and even when he streamed, you didn’t join his chat. It hurt more than he wanted to admit. But then he saw you watching from the doorway when he laughed with the new student, your expression tight with jealousy. Later that night, he messaged you in-game, then whispered when you finally answered. “MC… are you avoiding me? Don’t. Please. You’re my player two. Nobody else gets to take that spot.”

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✧.* - Asmo pouted endlessly when you stopped visiting his room to gossip or try skincare. He tried everything—cute texts, selfies, even surprise hugs—but you still slipped away. One afternoon, he finally caught you, pinning you with teary eyes. “MC! Are you seriously avoiding me because of them? Darling, no one could outshine you—not even if they tried. You’re the one who makes my heart flutter. Don’t you dare think anyone could replace you in my life.”

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✧.* - Raphael, more than anyone, was confused. He’d gotten close to the new student, yes, but he never meant for it to distance you. When he realized you were avoiding him—him most of all—his chest ached. One day, he finally found you alone and refused to let you escape. “MC… you’ve been avoiding me. Why?” When your silence gave him the truth, he sighed softly and touched your cheek. “You think I’d replace you? Foolish. No one—not even the Father Himself—could make me cherish anyone more than I cherish you.”

Request by @obviouslynika ^^, hope you like it! I already had it done but forgot to post it 🥲

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✧.* - The first time you bit his shoulder, Lucifer froze mid-paperwork, staring down at you like you’d lost your mind. You just smiled innocently, teeth still on his arm, and he sighed in defeat. “MC… care to explain why you’re gnawing on me?” he asked, exasperated but secretly amused. Over time, he learned this was just your strange way of showing affection, and though he pretends to be annoyed, he always gives in—offering his arm with a low chuckle, “Fine. But don’t leave marks where Diavolo might see.”

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✧.* - Mammon yelped so loudly when you first bit his arm that everyone thought something serious had happened. He turned red all the way to his ears as you clung to him like it was the most natural thing in the world, muttering excuses until you explained it was just your “love language.” From then on, he pretended to hate it, whining every time you sank your teeth into his shoulder, but the truth was, he started waiting for it. If too long passed without a bite, he’d poke at you nervously, “Oi, human… don’t ya got somethin’ to do? Like, uh… bite me already!”

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✧.* - Satan looked up from his book in surprise when you leaned over and bit his arm without warning. His brow arched, but there was a fond smile tugging at his lips as he asked calmly, “That’s… an unusual way of showing affection, MC.” When you explained, his chuckle was soft and indulgent, and he let you settle against him. He grew so used to your little bites that he started teasing you, presenting his hand or shoulder with a sly smirk. “Go on, kitten. You’ll only get more restless if I don’t let you.”

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✧.* - Beel barely reacted the first time you bit his arm—he just blinked down at you mid-sandwich and asked earnestly, “Are you hungry too?” He was quick to share half his food, thinking your nibble was a hint, but when you explained, he smiled softly, cheeks warm. To him, your bites felt comforting, almost like an affectionate nudge, so he never minded. Sometimes, he even flexed his arm and offered it out to you with a quiet chuckle. “Here… this part’s strong enough. Go ahead.”

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✧.* - Belphie was dozing on the couch when you bit his arm out of nowhere, making him groan and crack one eye open. “…MC, are you seriously chewing on me right now?” he muttered, though the faint smile tugging at his lips betrayed his amusement. When you explained, he snorted and let you stay curled up against him, pretending it was a nuisance even as he secretly loved it. Before long, he started offering his arm before you even asked, his voice lazy and teasing. “Here. Bite me already so I can go back to sleep.”

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✧.* - Levi nearly dropped his controller the first time you climbed onto his lap and bit his shoulder in the middle of a boss fight. His character instantly died, and he squeaked louder than the game audio, stammering, “Wh-why are you biting me?! Is this like… some romance flag thing from an otome game?!” His whole face burned when you explained it was just how you showed affection, but from then on, he secretly adored it. Eventually, when you sat beside him for an anime marathon, he shyly nudged his arm toward you with a mumble, “J-just don’t do it mid-battle next time, okay?”

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✧.* - Asmo gasped dramatically when you bit into his shoulder one morning, clutching at his shirt as though scandalized. “Darling! Are you trying to leave bite marks on my perfect skin?!” he cried, though his eyes sparkled with amusement. When you pouted and explained, he absolutely melted, finding it the cutest thing ever. Soon, he turned it into a game, happily offering different spots like they were a menu. “Shoulder, arm, or neck today, sweetheart? I’ll even call them your bite-kisses.” And honestly, he adored showing off the little indentations you sometimes left.

Hiii everyone! 💗 it's not my content here but I made a wattpad account about haikyuu, I'll be posting headcanons, reactions, one shots and more!

If anyone is interested my user name is xaetherialx

Thank you for all the love guys, love you all! 💓🤗

Right now I just have posted headcanons of Hinata/Sugawara as your boyfriend and some headcanons a bit spicy of karasuno members time skip obviously!

Btw school is starting tomorrow for me so I'm gonna be less active 😞

Request by @condessophiaisa ^^, hope you like it precious and I hope you are doing fine❤️

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✧.* - Lucifer noticed your unease almost immediately—the subtle way you tensed when he stepped too close, the way your eyes flicked toward the door as though calculating escape. At first, he was offended, but it only took one sharp look at your trembling hands to realize: this wasn’t distrust of him, it was fear born from living in a world where men could harm without consequence. That sobered him. From then on, he gave you space, never cornered you, never raised his voice at you unnecessarily. One night, as you sat quietly, he placed a cup of tea at your side without looking at you. “You don’t have to force yourself to trust me, MC. Take your time. I’ll earn it.”

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✧.* - Mammon’s heart cracked when he realized you flinched at his touch, even when all he meant was a casual pat on the shoulder. At first he thought, “What, ya hate me or somethin’?!” but then he noticed it was all men that made you stiffen. That changed everything. He started keeping his distance unless you reached out first, always announcing himself loudly so you weren’t startled. But he also became your fiercest protector—snapping at any demon who got too close or spoke to you with disrespect. One day, when you thanked him shyly, he scratched his neck, cheeks red. “D-don’t mention it. I ain’t gonna let anyone hurt ya. Not while I’m around.”

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✧.* - Satan’s sharp eyes didn’t miss a thing. The way your shoulders stiffened when he entered the room, how you subtly leaned away when surrounded by his brothers—it all made sense when he realized men as a whole made you uncomfortable. He didn’t push. Instead, he made himself less threatening—keeping his distance, softening his tone, always asking before touching or sitting too close. One day, when he saw you struggling in a crowded hall full of demons, he quietly stepped between you and them, shielding you without saying a word. Later, he told you softly, “You don’t owe us your trust, MC. But you deserve to feel safe. Always.”

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✧.* - Beel noticed your discomfort but didn’t understand it at first. He thought maybe he scared you because of his size and strength, and in truth, he wasn’t wrong. When it finally clicked, his chest hurt—he never wanted you to feel threatened. From then on, he moved slower around you, always announcing his presence with a soft “It’s me” before entering the room. He made sure you were never cornered, always had space. One day, when you admitted softly that men made you nervous, Beel gave you a sad smile. “I get it. But… I’d never hurt you, MC. I’ll protect you, even from the things that scare you.”

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✧.* - Belphie was frustrated at first—he already carried guilt for hurting you once, so when he saw you tense up around him, it twisted the knife. But when he realized it wasn’t just him, that it was men in general who made you uncomfortable, his irritation melted into quiet guilt. He stopped teasing as much, started being softer, slower, more patient. One night, when he found you curled up alone, he lay on the opposite couch, keeping distance but still close enough to be there. “You don’t have to explain,” he murmured, voice low. “I get it. Just… let me stay nearby, okay? I’ll never push you.”

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✧.* - Levi was used to people avoiding him—but the fear in your eyes wasn’t about his “otaku” side, it was something deeper. When he realized men in general made you uneasy, he immediately panicked, worried he was making you feel unsafe just by existing. For a while, he kept his distance, only interacting with you through messages or from across the room. But over time, he found ways to make you comfortable—letting you set the pace, keeping interactions gentle, even inviting you into safe, shared spaces like gaming marathons where he knew you’d feel less threatened. One night, as you sat beside him with a controller in hand, he murmured softly, “You’re safe here, MC. I promise. I’d never… I’d never be like that.”

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✧.* - Asmo was hurt at first—why would anyone shy away from him, of all people? But when he realized your discomfort wasn’t personal but rooted in fear of men in general, his heart ached. He softened immediately, approaching you more like a big sister than a flirt. He’d talk gently, sit farther away, and always make sure you had an exit. Slowly, he introduced small, safe gestures—offering a flower, giving you space to take his hand only if you wanted. One evening, as he brushed your hair out of your face when you allowed it, he whispered, “It’s okay, darling. You set the boundaries—I’ll follow them. Always.”

Request by @condessophiaisa ^^, sorry angel for taking so long 😭, tomorrow I'll post your second request <3

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✧.* - Lucifer noticed it quickly—the way you tensed when the news mentioned yet another violent crime, or when a demon laughed cruelly at someone’s suffering. He saw the flicker of sadness in your eyes, the heaviness you carried quietly. At first, he worried it would break you, being surrounded by such things in Devildom. But instead, he found it admirable—that you could still feel, still hold compassion in a place designed to crush it. One evening, when he caught you staring at the floor after hearing another demon’s cruel joke, he placed a hand on your shoulder firmly. “Don’t let this world harden you, MC. Sensitivity isn’t weakness—it’s proof of your strength.”

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✧.* - Mammon hated how small you seemed when people were cruel, like the world was pressing down on you. You’d try to hide it, crossing your arms and looking stern, but he knew—he saw that flicker in your eyes whenever someone said something awful. He hated that look more than anything. One day, after you quietly excused yourself from a room filled with mocking laughter, Mammon found you sitting alone. He scratched his neck awkwardly before sitting beside you. “Ya don’t gotta pretend with me, y’know. This world’s nasty, but you… you’re different. And I’m glad ya are. So don’t change, alright? I’ll take care of the ugly stuff for ya.”

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✧.* - Satan, who had read every book on cruelty and injustice, found himself pausing whenever you winced at the darker parts of the world. He could rage against it, tear down everything rotten, but you? You simply mourned it, quietly, as though grieving for a world that could be better. It fascinated him. One day, after seeing you fall silent during a heated debate among demons mocking human suffering, he slipped away with you. “It hurts you, doesn’t it?” he asked softly. When you nodded, his chest tightened. “You’re proof the world still has hope, MC. Don’t let their cruelty convince you otherwise. You remind me why I keep fighting.”

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✧.* - Beel might not always understand words, but he understood you. He noticed how quiet you got when demons laughed about suffering, how you pushed food around your plate when talk of cruelty grew too heavy. He didn’t need you to explain—he just felt it. One day, after overhearing you sigh at another cruel remark, Beel reached out and held your hand firmly. “MC… the world can be awful. But… you make it feel better. If it hurts too much, you can lean on me. I’ll carry it with you.”

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✧.* - Belphie caught it in the small moments—the way your brows knit at cruel jokes, the way you sighed at news of yet another tragedy. At first, he thought you were just too soft for Devildom, but then he realized—you weren’t weak. You simply felt too much, and the world was too heavy for someone with a heart like yours. One evening, finding you curled up quietly after hearing demons laugh about suffering, he lay beside you without a word. Eventually, he whispered, “You hate this kind of stuff, huh? …Good. It means you’re not like them. Don’t lose that, MC. I… I like you just the way you are.”

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✧.* - Levi wasn’t the best with heavy emotions, but he noticed you always went quiet when things got cruel or dark, your head lowering just slightly. At first, he thought maybe you were just awkward, but then he realized—you weren’t indifferent, you were hurting. Sensitive, like the heroes in his games who carried the weight of the world. One night, during an anime where the villain laughed at suffering, he glanced at you and noticed you looking away. His hand fidgeted before he offered you a snack, cheeks red. “Y-you don’t like stuff like that, huh? It’s okay… we can just watch something soft instead. I’ll protect your heart points, promise.”

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✧.* - Asmo noticed how your smile always faltered when cruelty was disguised as humor, how your shoulders sagged at the mention of tragedy. At first, he thought you were just sensitive in the way humans often are—but he quickly realized it was deeper. You weren’t fragile, you were empathetic. It made you radiant to him. One night, after you sighed heavily at a cruel comment online, he cupped your face gently. “Darling, don’t let ugly people dim your heart. You feel deeply because you care—that’s what makes you beautiful. And I’ll never stop reminding you how precious that is.”

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✧.* - Simeon noticed it immediately—your quiet sorrow at every tragedy, the way you turned away from cruel jokes. It reminded him of the Father’s compassion, of an innocence most people had lost long ago. One day, when you looked particularly heavy-hearted after hearing demons laugh at someone’s pain, Simeon gently took your hand. “Oh, MC… you carry the sadness of the world, don’t you?” His smile was tender, though his eyes held understanding. “It hurts because you care. And that is one of the purest blessings in existence. Don’t ever see your empathy as a burden. It’s your light.”

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✧.* - Solomon, who had seen centuries of cruelty, was startled by how deeply you still cared. You weren’t hardened by it; instead, you mourned the ugliness of the world as though every life lost weighed on you personally. It made him both ache and admire you. One night, after you admitted you hated how cruel people could be online, he placed a hand over yours. “I’ve lived long enough to be desensitized… but you? You remind me what it means to still feel. It’s not weakness, MC. It’s what keeps you human. And… it makes me want to protect that softness with everything I have.”

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✧.* - Diavolo was used to cruelty; Devildom thrived on it. But you… you were different. He noticed how your smile dimmed whenever someone mocked suffering, how your eyes grew heavy at stories of violence. At first, he worried you wouldn’t survive in this world, but then he realized—your sensitivity was what made you extraordinary. One day, after you frowned at the council’s laughter over a cruel joke, he leaned close, voice warm. “MC… don’t let this place steal your light. Your heart is rare. It’s what makes you precious to me… and to this world, even if it doesn’t deserve you.”

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✧.* - Barbatos saw everything, but even he was struck by the way you flinched at casual cruelty. He’d catch your expression when demons spoke harshly of others, your soft sigh at tragic news. One evening, as he handed you tea, he noticed your eyes distant. “The world weighs heavily on you, doesn’t it?” His voice was quiet, almost kind. When you nodded, he smiled gently. “Your empathy is not weakness, MC. It is strength. Allow me to shield you when it feels too heavy. Even the strongest hearts need care.”

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✧.* - Mephisto couldn’t stand how easily demons mocked suffering—but what really caught his eye was you. You didn’t argue or scold; you simply went quiet, sadness lingering in your eyes. At first, he teased you about being too soft, but when he realized it truly hurt you, his words died in his throat. One day, after dragging you out of a tense room, he huffed, cheeks flushed. “Tch… this realm is rotten, I know. But don’t let it get to you, MC. You’ve got a heart too good for this place… and frankly, I’d rather you never lose it.”

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✧.* - Luke didn’t need much to notice—he felt it. You weren’t scared of Devildom’s cruelty, you were saddened by it. He saw the way you always frowned at rude comments or tragic news, your sensitive heart too big for such an ugly place. He puffed his chest out one day after seeing you quietly upset. “Don’t worry, MC! I’ll protect you from all the mean demons and their awful jokes!” His determination softened into something more vulnerable as he added, “You’re a good person… better than most. I don’t ever want you to lose that.”

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✧.* -Raphael wasn’t easily moved, but you… you were a paradox. You looked serious, even stern, but he realized quickly how much cruelty weighed on you. He caught you wincing at every callous remark, every harsh laugh at another’s pain. One evening, as he found you staring at the floor after another grim report, he placed a steady hand on your shoulder. “You feel too much, MC. Some would call that a flaw… but I don’t.” His eyes softened. “The world may be cruel, but people like you prove it isn’t beyond saving. Don’t hide that sensitivity—it’s what makes you strong.”

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✧.* - Thirteen laughed at cruelty often—it was her way of surviving as a reaper—but when she saw the way you frowned, the sadness in your gaze, she paused. You weren’t scared of death or demons—you were simply sensitive to suffering. That kind of softness in the Devildom was rare, and she found herself protective of it. One evening, after catching you grimacing at a demon’s cruel joke, she bumped your shoulder lightly. “Hey… don’t let them get under your skin. The world’s full of nastiness, sure. But people like you? Sensitive, caring? That’s rare. And I kinda love that about you.”

Request by @scr0lling4days0nend ^^

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✧.* - Lucifer nearly choked the first time you kissed his cheek in passing, humming cheerfully as though it were nothing. His composure cracked for just a moment, eyes widening before he schooled his features. “You’re… bold.” But the truth was, every little touch you gave him—hand on his arm, forehead against his shoulder—chipped away at his walls. He pretended to sigh whenever you hugged him out of nowhere, yet his hand always lingered at your back, steady and warm. When you laughed and told him you just liked showing affection, no matter the label, his lips curved into a rare, fond smile. “Then show it as much as you like. I’ll take all you’ll give.”

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✧.* - Mammon practically combusted the first time you laced your fingers with his, swinging your hands while you walked together like it was the most normal thing in the world. “W-wha—MC!! You can’t just—people will think—!” His sputtering only grew worse when you leaned against him casually, head resting on his shoulder, or pressed a quick kiss to his temple like it meant nothing. But the more you did it, the more addicted he became to your touch. “Ya can’t just do that and act like it ain’t a big deal,” he grumbled one night, face flaming red. But when you smiled up at him, his heart gave in. “…Tch. Fine. Just… don’t stop, okay?”

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✧.* - Satan raised a brow when you kissed his hand absentmindedly while reading beside him, then went right back to your book as if nothing happened. “You… do that often, don’t you?” he asked, voice tinged with amusement. He quickly realized affection for you was like breathing—completely natural. You hugged him as easily as you passed him a cup of tea, stroked his hair while he read, leaned into his shoulder with a fond sigh. And though he teased you at first, he began craving it, waiting for each small gesture with quiet anticipation. One evening, when you kissed his temple before bed, he smiled into his book. “Your love… it makes the world feel softer.”

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✧.* - Beel blinked in surprise the first time you fed him a bite of your food without hesitation, smiling warmly when he accepted. Then, you leaned your head on his shoulder mid-meal, humming softly as if it were second nature. “You… really like being close, don’t you?” His voice was gentle, touched with awe. Soon, your constant affection became something he treasured—your hugs soothed his hunger in a way food never could. Every hand squeeze, every forehead press, reminded him he wasn’t alone. One day, when you kissed his cheek after a workout, he smiled shyly. “You give love so easily… it makes me feel full in the best way.”

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✧.* - Belphie raised a brow when you climbed onto his lap without hesitation, curling against him as though you belonged there. “You’re awfully clingy,” he teased, though his smirk softened when you only hummed happily, arms tight around him. At first, he thought you were messing with him—but then he realized, no, this was just how you loved. Every forehead kiss, every sleepy hug, was genuine. It made his chest ache in a way he couldn’t put into words. So he stopped teasing and simply pulled you closer whenever you came. “If you’re gonna love so recklessly,” he murmured one night as you dozed against him, “then let me be greedy. Stay right here with me.”

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✧.* - Levi nearly had a heart attack when you climbed into his beanbag uninvited, curling up right against him mid-anime marathon. “M-MC?! Th-that’s—th-that’s way too close!” His entire face turned crimson when you wrapped your arms around him like a plushie, humming happily, as though it wasn’t romantic at all. At first, he couldn’t process it—why would anyone want to be that close to him? But your natural warmth, your sincerity, slowly sank in. Eventually, he stopped pulling away, letting you drape over him as you pleased. “You’re like… like Ruri-chan when she loves everyone,” he muttered shyly. Then, quieter: “Don’t ever stop loving me like this. Please.”

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✧.* - Asmo gasped dramatically when you tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Darling! You’re spoiling me!” He absolutely adored every hug, every kiss, every casual brush of your hand against his. At first, he saw it as affirmation of his charm—but then he realized it wasn’t about him being irresistible. It was simply who you were: a person who loved with abandon. That realization made his heart ache in the sweetest way. “You don’t even realize how dangerous this is, do you?” he murmured one night, holding you close. “Because now… I’ll never let you go.”

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✧.* - Simeon’s heart warmed instantly when you hugged him out of nowhere during a quiet walk, your smile soft and radiant. “Oh, MC… you love so freely.” He saw every casual kiss to his cheek, every hand you held, as a reflection of your pure heart. It reminded him of the Father’s love—boundless, without condition. Every gesture only deepened the tenderness he felt for you. One evening, when you rested your head against his shoulder, he placed a hand over yours gently. “Your love is a blessing. To receive it, no matter the form, is something I’ll cherish forever.”

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✧.* - Solomon chuckled the first time you casually kissed his hand mid-conversation, as if it were the most natural thing. “Careful, MC… gestures like that could be mistaken for love.” But when you only laughed and did it again, he realized you truly meant it as simple affection—and it made him melt. He wasn’t used to unconditional love; it disarmed him. Soon, he started leaning into your casual touches, brushing your hair back just so he could feel the warmth of your hand when you fixed it again. “You don’t even realize how dangerous you are to me,” he murmured one night with a rare softness. “I think you’ve already bewitched me.”

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✧.* - Diavolo was stunned the first time you hugged him in front of the entire council chamber, smiling warmly as though it were nothing. “MC… you’re so unafraid.” His deep laugh followed, genuine and touched. No one treated him this way—not as a prince, not as a ruler, but simply as a man. Every time you held his hand or pressed a casual kiss to his cheek, his heart soared. He adored your fearlessness, your openness. One evening, when you flung your arms around him without hesitation, he held you close, almost too tightly. “Never change, MC. Your love is the greatest gift I’ve ever received.”

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✧.* - Barbatos almost dropped a teacup the first time you kissed his cheek after thanking him for his service, your smile innocent but glowing. “MC… that was… unexpected.” Yet the soft warmth that bloomed in his chest stayed long after. He grew used to the way you brushed your hand against his, tugged lightly at his sleeve, or leaned against him while he baked. Though reserved, he found himself looking forward to your every little gesture, secretly cherishing them. Once, when you hugged him from behind while he cooked, he murmured quietly, “Your affection is boundless… and I find myself hoping it will never end.”

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✧.* - Mephisto nearly choked on his tea the first time you kissed his cheek in the middle of a heated debate. “MC! Are you mocking me?!” But when you only smiled, he realized you weren’t teasing—you were simply being you. Every casual gesture infuriated and flustered him in equal measure. He’d bark at you to stop, but secretly long for the next time you’d take his hand or lean against him mid-conversation. One day, after you hugged him tightly, he froze… then sighed, relenting. “…You’re insufferable. But damn it, don’t stop.”

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✧.* - Luke sputtered the first time you ruffled his hair affectionately, scowling as his cheeks burned. “MC! I’m not a kid!” But when you only laughed and kept showing affection, he secretly basked in it. Though he’d never admit it out loud, he craved that warmth—it reminded him of family, of safety. Every time you patted his head, his heart felt lighter. Eventually, he started leaning into your touches, though still grumbling. “…Fine. But only you’re allowed, okay? Don’t tell the others.”

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✧.* - Raphael blinked when you casually hugged him from behind while he was polishing his spear. “MC… that is not wise.” His tone was serious, but the faintest flush betrayed him. He wasn’t used to casual affection, yet he found himself unable to resist it when it came from you. Your kisses, your hand squeezes, your cheerful hugs—each one chipped away at his stoicism. One day, when you linked your arm through his, he murmured softly, almost reluctantly, “Your heart is… overwhelming. But… I think I need it.”

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✧.* - Thirteen raised a brow when you hugged her tightly after she returned from reaping, her scythe still in hand. “You’re awfully touchy for someone who knows what I do.” But when you only grinned and pressed a kiss to her temple, she laughed—loud, startled, and real. She wasn’t used to love without hesitation, and it shook her in ways she couldn’t explain. Still, she secretly adored every hug, every cheek kiss, every tug at her sleeve. One night, when you linked your pinky with hers, she smirked, voice softer than usual. “If you’re gonna give your love so easily… don’t be surprised if I keep it all to myself.”

Request by @observerofworlds ^^

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✧.* - Lucifer walked into the study hall and froze when he saw you hunched over someone else’s assignment, pale and clearly feverish. His jaw tightened. “MC.” His voice cut like a whip, though his eyes betrayed concern. “Why are you helping them when you can barely sit upright yourself?” He dismissed the student with a sharp glare before gently closing your notebook. “You don’t need to bear every burden. That’s my job.” Later, when he tucked you into bed with medicine by your side, his hand lingered on your forehead. “You’re admirable… but infuriating. Next time, let someone take care of you.”

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✧.* - Mammon nearly lost it when he caught you scribbling furiously on someone else’s homework while a stack of your own assignments sat untouched—and you were coughing the whole time. “Oi! What are ya doin’?!” He snatched the paper right out of your hands, scowling. “You’re sick as hell and you’re still helpin’ other people? What about you, huh?!” His voice cracked with frustration, but the worry in his eyes softened it. When you pouted, he sighed, crouching beside you. “…You’re too damn good for your own good.” Pulling you into his arms, he muttered, “From now on, I’m helpin’ you. No excuses. Got it?”

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✧.* - Satan’s chest tightened when he saw you, flushed with fever, still hunched over someone else’s essay. “MC…” His tone was sharper than he intended, but it was born of fear. “Why must you always carry everyone’s weight?” He gently pried the pen from your trembling hand, his green eyes soft but firm. “You can’t keep neglecting yourself like this.” Sitting beside you, he rested a hand on yours, anchoring you in place. “Your kindness is breathtaking, but it hurts to watch you burn yourself out.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “Let me take care of you this time. Please.”

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✧.* - Beel frowned deeply when he saw you swaying on your feet, still trying to explain an assignment to someone while you sniffled miserably. “MC… you don’t look okay.” His voice was quiet, but his worry was loud in the way he hovered close, steady hands reaching for yours. “Why are you always helping everyone else when you need help too?” Gently, he took the notebook from you and set it aside, his large hand covering yours. “You’re important too.” He carefully scooped you into his arms, carrying you like you weighed nothing. “I’ll handle this. Just rest. Please.”

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✧.* - Belphie rubbed at his eyes sleepily, only to stop cold when he saw you coughing into your sleeve while tutoring someone else. “MC…” His tone was sharper than usual, a flicker of irritation masking the worry in his chest. “You’re sick. Why are you doing this to yourself?” He shooed the classmate away with an icy glare before pulling you down beside him. “Unbelievable. Always everyone else’s needs before your own.” He sighed, curling you against him, his arms tightening. “If you won’t stop for yourself, then stop for me. Let me be selfish this once. Just… stay here. Rest.”

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✧.* - Levi almost didn’t believe his eyes when he spotted you, sniffling and clearly feverish, explaining an assignment to a classmate while your own stack of homework sat ignored. “W-why would you…?!” His voice cracked in disbelief. “You’re sick, MC! And you’re still putting someone else first?!” His stomach twisted—he knew that desperate need to help others, even at the expense of yourself. “You’re too selfless…” he muttered, voice breaking. Awkwardly but sincerely, he grabbed your wrist. “Forget their homework. I’ll… I’ll sit with you and help with yours. Even if I suck at it. Just—please stop pushing yourself so hard.”

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✧.* - Asmo gasped dramatically when he walked in to find you flushed with fever yet still leaning over to help a classmate. “Darling! Absolutely not!” He swept in, shooing the student away with surprising firmness before cupping your cheeks. “You’re sick, pale, and exhausted, and still worrying about everyone but yourself? No, no, no.” His pout softened into something gentler as he brushed your hair back. “Your heart is too big. That’s why I love you.” He pulled you against his chest, peppering your forehead with soft kisses. “Now, let me spoil you. I won’t let you lift a finger until you’re smiling again.”

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✧.* - Simeon’s heart ached the moment he saw you, cheeks flushed with fever, still leaning over to help a classmate. “MC…” His voice was gentle but full of sorrow, like watching an angel fall. He knelt beside you, his hands warm as they covered yours, stilling your frantic scribbles. “You are so kind… but kindness doesn’t mean forgetting yourself.” His eyes were soft, full of a grief only reserved for those he loved. “The Father blesses selflessness, but He also asks us to rest when we are weary.” He brushed away a strand of hair from your face, smiling tenderly. “Let me shoulder your burdens for a while. Please.”

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✧.* - Lucifer raised a brow the first time you pulled out your bulky notebook at dinner, scribbling furiously as you tasted each dish. At first, he assumed you were distracted—but when he leaned closer, he saw detailed notes on flavor, texture, balance. A soft chuckle escaped him. “You really do take this seriously.” He watched you more than his own meal, fascinated by the sparkle in your eyes whenever you discovered something new. “It’s… charming,” he admitted, sipping his drink as if to hide his smile. Later, when you handed him a neat little review of his cooking, he pretended to scoff—but he kept it tucked in his desk drawer.

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✧.* - Mammon almost choked on his food the first time you whipped out your notebook in the middle of dinner. “Oi, are ya seriously… takin’ notes? On food?!” He teased endlessly, but the longer he watched you tilt your head thoughtfully and scribble down notes, the more his teasing trailed off into quiet awe. “You look… kinda cute when you do that,” he muttered under his breath. Every time you smiled at a new flavor, his chest felt tight, pride swelling even though he had no idea why. “Fine, fine, I’ll take ya to more places to eat,” he finally grumbled, cheeks pink. “But only ‘cause I’m the Great Mammon—and your notebook’s gonna be full of stuff I showed ya first.”

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✧.* - Satan paused mid-bite the first time he noticed your notebook open beside your plate, filled with neat, sprawling notes about the food. Curiosity lit his eyes immediately. “You’re cataloguing flavor… like a scholar.” He leaned forward, reading your words with genuine fascination, his smile softening as he realized how much love you poured into each description. “It’s beautiful,” he murmured. “The way you notice the smallest details—it reminds me of how I read books.” After that, he started cooking with you more often, lingering nearby just to hear the poetic way you described each spice and texture. “You make food sound like art,” he admitted one evening, eyes warm. “I think I could listen to you forever.”

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✧.* - Beel noticed your notebook the very first time you ate together, though at first, he thought it was a menu. But when you carefully chewed, paused, and began scribbling in it, his curiosity was piqued. “You… write about the food?” His voice was full of wonder, not judgment. As you explained, his eyes widened, hanging on every word. “That’s amazing,” he said honestly, smiling in that soft, sincere way only Beel could. From then on, he started watching you more than his own plate, delighted by every little smile or frown you made while jotting notes. “I wanna help,” he admitted one night, sliding a plate toward you. “Tell me what you think. I want to know how you see the world through flavor.”

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✧.* - Belphie noticed your notebook during a late-night snack, raising a brow as you quietly scribbled between bites. “You’re… reviewing the food? At this hour?” His teasing was lazy, but his eyes lingered on the soft little smile you wore whenever you found a new flavor. He propped his head on his arm, watching with interest he pretended not to have. “You look peaceful when you do that.” Over time, he found himself pushing his plate toward you more often, curious to see your notes. “Here, try mine. I wanna know what you’ll write.” One night, when you fell asleep mid-review, pen slipping from your fingers, he quietly tucked you against his side, glancing at your messy notebook. A rare, fond smile touched his lips. “You’re ridiculous… but you make even food feel like poetry.”

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✧.* - Levi was baffled the first time you flipped open your giant notebook while eating ramen with him. “Y-you’re writing an essay? On soup?!” But as he slurped noodles and sneaked glances, he realized how seriously you took it—head bent, pen flying, eyes gleaming whenever you discovered a new note of flavor. His heart stuttered, recognizing the same obsessive passion he had for anime. “You’re… like a foodie protagonist,” he mumbled, staring. From then on, he insisted on marathoning cooking anime with you, comparing your reviews to his favorite characters. Secretly, he loved the way you gasped with joy at even the simplest dishes, because it meant sharing meals with you was never boring.

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✧.* - Asmo squealed with delight when he noticed you pull out your bulky notebook mid-meal. “Ohhh, darling, that’s adorable! You’re reviewing it like a critic~” He leaned close, chin resting in his hand as he shamelessly read over your shoulder. Every little hum of pleasure you made while scribbling down notes sent his heart fluttering. “I love seeing you so passionate—it makes you glow.” Soon, Asmo began dragging you to trendy cafés and patisseries, insisting you “review” every cake, every latte art. But secretly, he adored the way your eyes sparkled, not for fashion or beauty, but for something as simple and joyful as food. “Darling, when you talk about flavors, you’re even sweeter than the dessert.”

Request by @obviouslynika ^^

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✧.* - At first, Lucifer pretended it didn’t faze him when you followed him everywhere, tugging lightly on his sleeve and sneaking into his office chair whenever he left it. But he noticed. Oh, he noticed. His prideful heart swelled every time you clung to his side, your warmth grounding him even as he worked. He’d sigh dramatically when you draped yourself across his lap mid-meeting, but his hand always found its way to your hair, stroking gently. “You’re hopeless,” he’d murmur, lips twitching in a rare smile. Later, when you finally drifted off still glued to him, he allowed himself to whisper the truth: “Stay as close as you want. I’ll never push you away.”

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✧.* - Mammon squawked the first time he realized you were literally tailing him through RAD’s halls like a puppy. “Oi! Quit followin’ me around, people’ll get the wrong idea!” But when you grabbed his arm with both hands, refusing to let go, his face flamed scarlet. Every touch, every nuzzle against his shoulder made his heart race, though he’d grumble and huff about it constantly. In truth, he loved it—Mammon thrived under the weight of your affection. “Tch, fine,” he muttered when you latched onto him again. “But don’t blame me when ya can’t let go. ‘Cause once you’re mine, I’m never lettin’ you outta my sight either.”

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✧.* - Satan tried to act annoyed when you followed him around the library, curling into his side while he read, but your persistence melted through his walls faster than any book ever could. Every time you tugged on his sleeve or rested your head against his shoulder, he felt the anger inside him quiet, soothed by your touch. “You’re insufferably clingy,” he teased one afternoon, but his smirk softened when you only held tighter. Soon, he was reaching for your hand first, pulling you close with subtle affection. “If staying by my side makes you feel safe,” he admitted one night, tucking you under his chin, “then don’t let go. I’ll never complain again.”

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✧.* - Beel blinked the first time you clung to his arm at the dinner table, refusing to let go even as he reached for more food. “MC… you’re still holding on?” His voice was soft, not annoyed, and he simply shifted so you’d be more comfortable against him. Every time you trailed after him, his protective instincts kicked in harder—you wanted him close, and he wanted to keep you safe. He even started saving a seat just for you, patting his lap when none were free. “Stay by me,” he murmured during a late-night snack, his hand resting on yours. “I like it better when you’re close. It feels… right.”

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✧.* - Belphie smirked the first time you followed him all the way to the attic, curling up against him like you belonged there. “Clingy, aren’t you?” he teased, but he didn’t push you away—in fact, he tugged you closer. The more you stuck to his side, the more his smirk softened into a lazy, fond smile. He found himself holding your hand on his own, wrapping his tail around you when you fell asleep pressed against him. “I guess you’re stuck with me,” he murmured one afternoon, eyes drifting shut as you nestled into his chest. “But that’s fine. I kinda like being the one you won’t let go of.”

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✧.* - Levi nearly short-circuited when you plopped down in his gaming chair and refused to budge, clinging to his arm while he tried to raid. “W-why are you—like—glued to me?!” His ears burned red as you snuggled closer, refusing to move even when he flailed helplessly. Deep down, though, it made his chest ache in the best way—someone wanted to be near him. Always. Eventually, he started making space beside him at his desk, putting out a blanket for when you inevitably curled up there. “I-It’s not like I like it or anything,” he muttered, covering his smile with his sleeve. But when you dozed off against his shoulder, he whispered softly: “Don’t leave me. Ever.”

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✧.* - Asmo practically glowed the first time you clung to him like a koala, refusing to let go of his arm even while he applied moisturizer. “Ohhh, MC, you’re just adorable! You can’t live without me, can you?” He loved every second of your attention, showering you with kisses and preening under the affection. But beneath the playful teasing, his heart thumped with something warmer—something real. He stroked your hair whenever you pressed close, smiling softly when you leaned into his touch. “You know,” he whispered once, cuddling you close in bed, “I think I might be just as addicted to you as you are to me.”

Request by @floydleechliker ^^

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✧.* - The argument had been sharp, words cutting like knives between you both, when suddenly your voice cracked and tears welled in your eyes. The sight shattered Lucifer’s composure—he went utterly still, guilt flashing across his features as his own anger dissolved. “MC…” His voice was quiet, almost broken, as he stepped toward you. The proud, unshakable Lucifer Diavolo’s right hand—was lost at the sight of your trembling shoulders. He carefully brushed a tear from your cheek, his fingertips lingering with uncharacteristic tenderness. “No more fighting. I don’t care about who’s right, I care about you.” Pulling you against his chest, he held you firmly, protectively. His voice, low and warm against your hair, softened into a vow: “Cry if you must, but let me be the one to catch every tear. You’ll never face this alone.”

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✧.* - Your tears fell mid-yell, catching both of you off guard. Mammon’s eyes widened, the color draining from his face as guilt slammed into him harder than any punishment Lucifer had ever dealt. “MC—wait, no, don’t cry!” His voice cracked, panicked as he rushed toward you, hands flailing before they finally settled clumsily on your shoulders. “I didn’t mean it—I swear I didn’t! You know I’m an idiot, right? I say dumb stuff, but I don’t ever wanna hurt you.” His heart pounded so hard it hurt, and without another word, he pulled you into his chest, wrapping himself around you tightly like a shield. “Please don’t cry… I can’t take it.” His voice softened, breaking with sincerity. “You’re the most important person in my life. I’d rather lose every Grimm I own than see you like this. So yell at me, hit me, anything—just don’t cry because of me, yeah?”

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✧.* - The sharp edge of Satan’s anger dulled to nothing the second your voice cracked and tears slid down your cheeks. His green eyes widened, a look of pure regret flickering across his face as the fight bled out of him instantly. “MC…” His voice dropped, softer than silk, his chest aching at what he’d caused. He stepped forward, cautious, as though afraid his very presence might break you further. “I shouldn’t have raised my voice.” His fingers brushed against your cheek, tender and trembling with guilt, wiping your tears away. “I hate myself when I lose control like that.” Carefully, he drew you into his arms, his embrace gentle but desperate to soothe. His lips pressed against your hair as he whispered, “You’re my peace, MC. I can’t stand being the reason you’re in pain. Please… let me make it right.”

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✧.* - Beel’s voice had been raised, a rare flare of frustration—but when he saw your tears, everything inside him crumbled. His expression turned stricken, like your sadness physically hurt him. “MC…” His voice cracked, heavy with guilt, and he immediately closed the distance, pulling you into his strong arms. He held you tight against his chest, protective warmth enveloping you. “I’m so sorry. I never want to be the reason you cry.” His large hand rubbed your back in slow, comforting circles as his lips pressed against your temple. “You mean more to me than any fight we could have.” He rocked you gently, his heartbeat steady against your ear, grounding you. “I’d rather starve for a century than ever see you in pain. Please, forgive me.”

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✧.* - Belphie froze as soon as your sobs filled the room, his anger collapsing into something raw and aching. “…You’re crying?” His voice trembled, guilt pooling heavy in his chest. His sharp tongue, usually quick with a comeback, was gone—replaced by quiet desperation. He stepped closer slowly, hands brushing away your tears with a tenderness that betrayed how much he hated himself in that moment. “I pushed too hard. I always push too hard.” His usual walls crumbled, his expression open and vulnerable as he pulled you into his arms. Resting his forehead against yours, his voice dropped to a whisper. “I hate fighting with you. I hate making you cry even more.” His arms tightened around you, holding you as if afraid you’d slip away. “Stay with me… let’s just sleep this off together. I don’t want to let go.”

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✧.* - Levi’s rant was spiraling, his insecurities twisting into anger, when suddenly you broke into tears. His throat closed up instantly, and his hands froze mid-gesture as horror swept over him. “MC? Y-you’re… crying?!” He stared like he’d broken his most precious figurine, his heart dropping into his stomach. “I’m such a stupid, gross otaku… I didn’t mean to—oh no, no, no…” His words tumbled in a panic as he crouched down in front of you, too scared to touch you without permission, eyes glistening. “Please, don’t waste your tears on me. I’m not worth it.” But when you kept sobbing, he couldn’t stop himself—hesitantly, trembling, he wrapped his arms around you. “Forget the fight. You’re the only one I’d ever want in my party, MC… don’t ever think otherwise.”

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✧.* - The moment tears fell from your eyes, Asmo’s world shattered. His hands flew to your face instantly, horror flashing across his features. “Darling… no, no, please don’t cry.” The argument was forgotten in an instant—nothing could ever be more important than comforting you. He peppered your cheeks with soft kisses, chasing the tears away as his own eyes grew misty. “You’re too beautiful for sadness. Especially if it’s because of me.” Pulling you tightly into his embrace, he stroked your hair gently, his voice breaking with sincerity. “I love you more than any victory in a fight. I’d let you win every argument for the rest of eternity if it meant you’d smile again.” He held you close, whispering like a prayer against your ear. “You’re my everything. Please… let me love you back into joy.”

Request by @valorirant ^^

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✧.* - Lucifer had expected you to panic when a lower demon lunged your way. Instead, you shifted seamlessly into a fighting stance, delivering a clean kick that sent it sprawling. For once, his composure cracked, brows raising in genuine surprise. “Impressive,” he said, voice low with approval. He wasn’t used to humans handling themselves so well in the Devildom, let alone protecting themselves. You looked almost smug under his gaze, brushing the dust off your hands. From that moment, Lucifer held a new respect for you, and though he’d never admit it outright, he felt a spark of pride whenever you stood tall beside him. “I see,” he murmured, lips quirking, “perhaps you’re not as fragile as I thought.”

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✧.* - Mammon nearly choked when you decked a demon before it could even touch you. “H-HEY! That was supposed to be my job!” he shouted, but there was no mistaking the awe in his wide eyes. He hovered around you for the rest of the day, peppering you with questions. “Where’d ya learn moves like that?! D’you think you could teach me?” His usual bravado crumbled into excited energy, tailing you like a lost puppy. In truth, he was secretly proud of you—his human, the one who could throw a punch as good as him (or maybe better). Later, when no one was around, he muttered under his breath with a grin, “Guess you don’t need protectin’… but I’m still not lettin’ anyone else have your back but me.”

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✧.* - Satan was not easily impressed—but when you stood your ground against a demon and won, he felt his chest tighten with admiration. He tilted his head, smirk playing at his lips as he crossed his arms. “Well, that was unexpected,” he mused, eyes glinting with something sharper than curiosity. You looked calm, controlled—each movement deliberate, like a carefully written sentence. He couldn’t help but compare it to a dance of precision. Afterward, he cornered you with questions, eager to learn your techniques and theories, fascinated by the discipline behind it all. The more you spoke about your training, the more he realized just how much depth you carried. “You’re full of surprises,” he admitted one evening, unable to keep the admiration from his voice.

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✧.* - Beel’s protective instincts kicked in the moment a demon charged at you—but then froze when you handled it yourself, striking hard and fast. His eyes widened, equal parts relief and awe. “You’re… really strong,” he said softly, watching you with a kind of reverence. There was no judgment, no surprise at your skill—just pure admiration. He began asking gentle questions about your training, wondering if he could spar with you sometime. When you shyly admitted you’d practiced for years, his smile widened, warm and proud. “That explains it,” he murmured. He didn’t mind being the one to protect you, but something about knowing you could fight beside him made his heart swell. “Let’s watch each other’s backs from now on,” he said, sincerity radiating from every word.

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✧.* - Belphie blinked slowly when you took down a demon like it was nothing, his usual sleepy smirk quirking upward. “Huh. Guess you’re not as fragile as you look.” He stretched lazily, but his eyes never left you—sharp and calculating beneath the calm exterior. He teased you endlessly afterward, calling you his “martial arts bodyguard” and joking that he could finally nap without worry. Still, he couldn’t hide the spark of pride whenever he thought about it—his human, fearless and capable. Later, when he flopped down beside you, he murmured, “I like that you fight back. Makes me feel like… I don’t have to carry the weight alone.” The honesty slipped out like a secret, and before you could reply, he was already pretending to be asleep.

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✧.* - Levi was certain you’d be useless in a fight—until you proved him very, very wrong. Watching you block and counter a demon’s attack like something straight out of an action anime left him speechless, mouth hanging open. “Th-that was… that was like an S-rank martial arts cutscene!!” he finally yelled, face flushed with excitement. You barely had time to catch your breath before he was bouncing in place, demanding you show him the moves again so he could compare them to his favorite characters. He insisted on calling you his “OP protagonist MC,” and though he whined about you being way cooler than him, there was a twinkle of admiration in his eyes. Secretly, he felt safer around you than he’d ever admit.

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✧.* - Asmo had been mid-scream when a demon lunged toward you, but instead of chaos, he watched you land a flawless kick that sent the creature tumbling. His scream turned into a squeal, hands clapping together as his eyes sparkled. “Darling, that was fabulous! The form, the strength—ugh, I’m swooning!” He fluttered to your side, fussing over you as though you’d just strutted down a runway instead of a battlefield. He begged you to show him poses, insisting they’d look amazing in photoshoots, and teased that your skill only made you “even hotter.” Beneath the playful dramatics, though, he was genuinely impressed—and just a little comforted knowing you could defend yourself. “Still,” he purred, looping his arm through yours, “let me be your partner in every fight, okay? I want front-row seats to your show.”

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✧.* - Simeon’s first instinct was to shield you when a demon attacked—but then his breath caught as you moved with startling precision, countering every strike until the creature collapsed. His eyes widened in wonder, lips parting in disbelief. “MC… that was incredible.” There was no fear in his gaze, only awe and admiration. Later, he gently asked about your training, listening intently as you explained. “It suits you,” he said softly, “that strength hidden behind kindness.” When he smiled at you, it was radiant, filled with quiet pride. Simeon never stopped being amazed by the way you balanced both power and gentleness—it was something he came to cherish deeply.

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✧.* - When a lesser demon lunged, Solomon’s hand was already glowing with a spell—but he froze mid-cast as you stepped forward, blocked with precision, and floored the creature with a perfect combo of kicks and punches. His eyes lit up, mouth curling into a sly grin. “Well, well… who needs magic when you can do that?” He clapped slowly, clearly entertained and impressed. The admiration in his gaze lingered, curiosity sparkling like he’d just stumbled upon a new kind of sorcery. “You’ve been keeping secrets from me, haven’t you?” Later, he teased you endlessly, insisting on sparring sessions where he mixed spellwork against your martial arts, always laughing when you surprised him. “Careful, MC,” he murmured with a wink, “at this rate, you might end up being stronger than me.”

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✧.* - Diavolo laughed warmly when a lesser demon snarled at you—until you moved faster than his eyes could follow and sent it sprawling with a precise strike. His laughter shifted into genuine astonishment, golden eyes wide. “MC… you didn’t tell me you could fight like that.” There was admiration in his tone, but also delight—he loved surprises, and you were the best kind. Diavolo clapped his hands together, booming with laughter again. “Oh, Barbatos, did you see that?!” His excitement was infectious, and afterward, he insisted on sparring with you himself, curious to see the full extent of your strength. “I think I’ve found my new favorite training partner,” he said, grinning with pride.

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✧.* - Barbatos’ eyes sharpened the moment a demon lunged at you, already moving to intervene—but then he froze when you fluidly ducked, countered, and dispatched it with a swift kick. His lips curved into the faintest of smiles, composed but unmistakably impressed. “So,” he said calmly, “there are more layers to you than I thought.” He didn’t gush or fawn, but you caught the way his gaze lingered, more watchful than before, quietly respectful. Barbatos began inviting you to train with him during his rare free moments, his smooth voice carrying quiet praise. “Your discipline reminds me of the elegance of tea—every motion intentional, every strike graceful.” And though his tone was measured, his pride was real.

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✧.* - Mephisto scoffed when you squared up to a demon. “Oh, please, you’re just a human—” But then his words died in his throat as you floored the creature with a perfectly executed strike. His jaw dropped, eyes wide in disbelief. “…What the—?!” He sputtered, scrambling to mask his shock with bravado. “I-I mean, obviously I wasn’t worried! I knew you had it handled…” But the redness in his cheeks told another story. From then on, he never underestimated you again, though he covered his newfound respect with snide remarks. Secretly, he bragged about you at RAD, muttering, “My human could take yours in a fight.”

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✧.* - Luke screamed when the demon charged, but his jaw nearly hit the floor when you spun, kicked, and dropped it flat. “WHAT—MC?! Since when can you do THAT?!” His eyes sparkled with absolute hero-worship as he practically vibrated with excitement. “That was like something out of a Celestial Knight’s training manual!!” He clung to you for the rest of the day, begging you to show him moves and insisting he’d be the best student you’d ever had. When you laughed softly at his eagerness, Luke flushed red but puffed out his chest. “You’re seriously amazing, MC. I’m gonna get strong like you one day—just watch!”

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✧.* - Raphael wasn’t easily shaken, but watching you dismantle a demon’s attack with flawless technique had him pausing mid-step. His eyes narrowed, assessing every movement with the gaze of a seasoned warrior. When it was over, he gave a small nod of approval. “Efficient. Precise. I underestimated you.” He didn’t shower you with praise, but the respect in his voice was unmistakable. From then on, Raphael spoke to you differently—like an equal, not someone fragile. He even offered to spar with you, his stoic tone hiding faint intrigue. “Your discipline… it’s admirable. I wouldn’t mind testing myself against you.”

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✧.* - Thirteen’s grin stretched ear-to-ear when you knocked a demon flat with a strike so clean it made her whistle. “Ooooh, MC, you’ve been holding out on me!” She leaned against her scythe, eyes sparkling with mischief. “I like it—never thought you’d be the type to throw hands.” Unlike the others, she didn’t just admire your skill—she challenged you. Constantly. “C’mon, spar with me! I wanna see what you’ve really got!” Every fight between you two was chaotic, filled with laughter and wild energy, but she always came out of it grinning wider. “You’re fun,” she admitted once, cheeks flushed. “Strong, sweet, and tough? Yeah, you’re stuck with me now.”

Request by @condessophiaisa ^^

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✧.* - Lucifer assumed at first that your serious, melancholic face was just another layer of human fragility—something he’d seen countless times before. But then he began to notice the subtleties: how your silence wasn’t cold, but thoughtful. You always seemed to be watching, quietly attentive, stepping in to help in small ways that others overlooked. When he came back late one night and found tea already waiting for him on his desk, your expression as calm as ever, something in his chest stirred. He pretends to tease you about your constant scowl, but he treasures every soft smile you let slip, because they’re rare and real. Sitting in silence with you becomes one of his greatest comforts. “You don’t need to say much,” he tells you once, voice low. “I already know how deeply you care.”

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✧.* - Mammon was convinced at first that you hated him. Every time you looked at him with that serious, tired face, he swore you were judging him for messing up again. He’d fumble and bark back, defensive as always. But then one day, you quietly pushed a plate of food toward him when he hadn’t eaten, or slipped him a small compliment when he was doubting himself—and his whole world tilted. You weren’t cold. You weren’t harsh. You were just… quiet. Reserved. Sweet in ways that caught him off guard. Mammon finds himself craving your subtle attention, noticing every time your melancholic expression softens just for him. He brags to his brothers about how you “obviously like him best,” even though all you did was give him the gentlest smile. At night, when you’re nearby, he mutters to himself, “Man… ya really got me bad.”

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✧.* - Satan has read every expression in the world through books, but yours fascinated him. That melancholic, thoughtful face—it carried weight, but not cruelty. At first, he thought you were hiding some tragic secret, but then he caught the way you bent down to help a stranger in the street, or how your hand lingered just a little longer when you offered comfort. You’re reserved, yes, but there’s tenderness in your restraint. Satan begins to seek you out during quiet evenings, pretending he wants to read near you, when in reality, he’s memorizing the subtle shifts of your expression. The first time you laugh softly at one of his dry remarks, he feels like he’s uncovered a hidden treasure. “You’re like a secret garden,” he admits one evening, voice low. “Quiet and closed to most… but worth everything to those who find the way in.”

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✧.* - Beel was drawn to you instinctively. Maybe it was your quiet presence, or maybe it was the way your sad, thoughtful face made him want to shield you. At first, he didn’t say much, just shared food with you in silence, and that seemed enough. But then he began to notice how attentive you were—you always remembered his appetite, always checked if he’d eaten properly, always looked at him with quiet concern instead of judgment. That meant more to him than words ever could. Beel never pushes you to talk; he’s content to sit beside you, shoulders touching, sharing snacks. But when you finally gift him with a small smile, his chest feels like it might burst. “You’re really special,” he says gently, almost reverently. “Even if the whole world misunderstands you, I won’t.”

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✧.* - Belphie recognized the sadness in your expression right away—it mirrored his own in too many ways. At first, he teased you lazily, “You always look like you’re about to cry or nap,” but behind the jokes, he felt an odd connection. Your quietness didn’t push him away; it soothed him. He noticed how you’d pull a blanket over him when he drifted off, or stay close without expecting anything in return. That kind of sweetness, hidden behind your melancholic mask, made him feel safe in a way he hadn’t expected. He grows possessive of your quiet attention, craving it more and more. Curling up beside you, he murmurs half-asleep, “Don’t go anywhere… you’re the only one who gets me.” And when you answer with a soft smile, he drifts off with a rare sense of peace.

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✧.* - Levi had every reason to believe you didn’t like him—after all, people often dismissed him, and your serious, thoughtful silence only seemed to confirm it. He avoided your gaze at first, not wanting to see what he thought was disapproval. But then… you listened. Really listened. When he rambled about an anime for hours, your head tilted ever so slightly, and your expression—though serious—held patience, even curiosity. You didn’t mock him, didn’t interrupt. That alone made his heart pound. He began inviting you to his room more and more, not for words, but for presence. You’d sit quietly beside him as he gamed, offering soft encouragement when he got frustrated. And when you finally smiled at him, small but true, he flushed red all the way to his ears. “Y-you’re like some kind of… rare SSR drop,” he whispered, awed.

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✧.* - Asmo was horrified at first—“Darling, you can’t go around looking so serious! It’ll ruin your complexion!”—but the more time he spent with you, the more he realized your quiet melancholy wasn’t indifference. It was thoughtfulness. You noticed the small things—when his smile faltered after a long day, when he wore bright colors to hide tired eyes. And instead of bombarding him with noise, you’d simply offer a gentle word, a steady look, or the softest of smiles. To Asmo, that attention is intoxicating. You become “his little mystery,” the one who gives their heart in the quietest ways. He loves to draw you out of your shell, coaxing laughter and warmth from behind your solemn mask. And when you finally let him see the sweetness you hold back from others, he presses a kiss to your cheek and whispers, “I’ll treasure every piece of you—even the ones you keep hidden.”

Request by @obviouslynika ^^

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✧.* - Lucifer stiffens for a moment when he notices your ankle trembling like a tiny wag, but he quickly masks his surprise with a cool sigh. He watches your head tilt with curiosity, a small, rare smile tugging at his lips. “Such… undisciplined enthusiasm,” he murmurs, though his tone is far from reprimanding. When you lean into a pat or praise, his fingers linger a moment longer on your head, brushing your hair with unexpected gentleness. He finds himself quietly observing every little movement, fascinated by how alive you seem. The way you follow his gaze makes his chest tighten with something unfamiliar. “I suppose… this is… charming,” he admits softly, his usual composure cracking just a little. Later, he keeps sneaking glances at you when he thinks you’re not looking, utterly captivated. Even when he tries to remain stoic, a small part of him softens every time your ankle twitches or your head tilts toward him.

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✧.* - Mammon freezes for a second when he sees your ankle jittering like a wag, his eyes widening. “Oi! Y-you look… like a tiny pup or somethin’!” he blurts, scratching his head awkwardly. When you tilt your head at him while curious, he can’t help but grin sheepishly. “Don’t think I won’t give you a head pat, alright?” he says, holding you close enough to nuzzle you as you flop against him. Your little excited movements make his chest warm, and he mutters, “Ya know… it’s kinda cute, not gonna lie.” By the end of the day, he’s completely wrapped around your little quirks, trying not to drool over how adorable you are. Even at night, he stays a little closer, afraid of missing the tiniest wag or tilt. He mutters to himself before drifting off, “Don’t ever stop being like this… it’s way too cute.”

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✧.* - Satan notices your ankle trembling and head tilts almost immediately, his glasses slipping slightly down his nose. He narrows his eyes, but it’s not with annoyance—he’s amused. When you respond to praise with a bright, eager smile, he can’t help but let his hand linger on your head a little longer. “You’re ridiculous,” he murmurs, but his lips twitch in a smile. Every small, puppy-like movement draws him in, making him want to keep you close for hours. As you curl against him after a gentle head pat, he sighs quietly. “I suppose even someone so… energetic… can be endearing,” he admits softly. Later, he keeps glancing at you, mentally noting every tilt and wag as if memorizing your cuteness. He lets out a soft sigh, thinking, “I could spend hours just watching them be happy like this.”

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✧.* - Beel freezes mid-bite when he sees your ankle trembling like a wag, eyes widening in awe. “You… you’re so full of energy…” he mutters, trying to hide his smile. When your head tilts at him curiously, he chuckles softly and gently pats your head. Every happy wiggle makes his chest warm, and he wraps an arm around you protectively. “You’re really something, huh?” he murmurs, eyes softening. When you lean into his praise, he nuzzles your hair, letting your little puppy-like behavior make him feel completely at peace. “Stay like this… just like this,” he whispers, hugging you close. He even mutters softly to himself later, “I could watch you like this forever.” And every time he feels you twitch or tilt again, his chest warms, reminding him how much he cares.

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✧.* - Belphie grins lazily when he notices your ankle twitching like a wag, dragging a hand across his face in amusement. “Heh… look at you,” he says softly, letting you curl up against him. When your head tilts at him in curiosity, he chuckles lowly, brushing your hair back. He’s lazy, but he enjoys every little wiggle, every excited movement, wrapping you in his arms. “You’re too cute… I could nap like this forever,” he mutters, eyes half-closed. When you nuzzle into him after a head pat, he lets out a soft sigh, feeling completely content. His tail twitches in sync with your energy, like he’s matching your little puppy vibes. Later, he drifts off murmuring your name, smiling in his sleep at how adorable you are. Even half-asleep, he keeps one hand lightly resting on you, as if holding onto the happiness you bring.

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✧.* - Levi’s jaw drops when your leg twitches in excitement—he stares at it like it’s a bonus boss in a game. When you tilt your head at him curiously, he squeaks and nearly drops his controller. “I-I can’t… this is too much cuteness!” he yells, flailing but grinning ear to ear. He wraps an arm around you, stroking your hair as you lean into his praise, your energy completely infectious. Every tilt of your head, every tiny wiggle, makes him laugh and blush simultaneously. “Y-you’re like… a real-life anime puppy,” he stammers, eyes sparkling. By the time you curl against him, he’s whispering, “I’ll protect you forever… you’re too cute.” Later, he can’t help replaying the moment in his head, heart racing at how alive you make him feel. He whispers under his breath while gaming, “I never knew someone could be this adorable and fierce at the same time.”

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✧.* - Asmo gasps dramatically when your ankle twitches like a wag. “Darling! You’re… you’re adorable!” he exclaims, hands already reaching to fluff your hair. When your head tilts in curiosity, he leans in closer, pressing a kiss to your temple. Every little response you have to praise makes him grin like a lovesick fool. “I can’t deal with how perfect you are,” he murmurs, wrapping you tightly against him. The way you nuzzle and respond like a little puppy drives him wild with affection. Even when you’re calm, he’s tracing your hair and murmuring, “I’m never letting you go, my little darling.” Later, he holds you extra close while whispering how much he adores your quirks. Even when he steps away for a moment, he keeps thinking about your little movements and smiles, heart full.

Request by @thelunarmonarch ꈍ◡ꈍ

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✧.* -Lucifer rarely meets someone who challenges his authority, but when you stand your ground, refusing to yield, he feels both frustration and admiration. His eyes narrow, his voice sharp, but every counter you throw only sharpens his interest. You don’t falter under his piercing gaze, and the tension crackles between you like fire waiting to ignite. Finally, a small smirk tugs at his lips as he folds his arms. “You won’t back down, will you?” he murmurs, almost proud. He leans in close, his voice dropping. “Good. I wouldn’t want someone weak at my side.” Even though you argued, his respect for you deepens. Later that night, he catches himself smiling, remembering the fire in your eyes.

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✧.* - Mammon’s voice rises quickly, words tumbling out in a rush as he tries to talk over you. But you match him beat for beat, your tone steady, refusing to let him drown you out. His eyes widen when you throw his own logic back at him, and for once, he’s speechless. He huffs, turning away dramatically, cheeks pink. “Tch, ya just gotta be stubborn, huh?” But there’s no anger in his tone—only pride glinting through. Later, when he cools down, he mutters under his breath, “Ya know… I like it when ya don’t let me win.” He’d never admit it, but part of him lives for your fire.

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✧.* - Satan welcomes the challenge with a gleam in his eyes. When you fire back at his sharp words, he only smiles wider, leaning into the battle like it’s a game he’s been waiting to play. The two of you exchange blows of wit and reason, the tension mounting with each retort. Most people buckle under his tongue, but you? You thrive. When the argument finally dies down, he leans back in his chair, laughter spilling from him. “You’re dangerous,” he says softly, eyes burning with admiration. “And I’ve never wanted to keep someone like this before.” Later, he finds himself replaying every word just to savor the memory.

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✧.* - Arguments with Beel are rare, but when they happen, the room shakes with the force of both your wills. He stands firm, his broad shoulders tense, his voice quiet but unyielding. You don’t back down either, meeting him with fire in your eyes, and his chest tightens at the sight. For a moment, frustration flickers—but so does pride. “You’re not afraid of me,” he realizes softly, almost in awe. When the storm passes, he gently sets a hand on your shoulder. “I respect that… and I’ll always listen, even if we fight.” Later, he brings you food, a quiet olive branch that says more than words.

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✧.* - Belphie pushes buttons for fun, poking at you until you bite back—but he doesn’t expect you to fight this hard. His grin widens the more stubborn you become, his words growing lazier yet sharper. You don’t yield, not once, and that makes his pulse quicken with something that isn’t just irritation. He flops back on the couch, laughter bubbling from him. “Finally,” he sighs, “someone who won’t just let me win by default.” He tugs you down beside him, eyes glittering with mischief. “You’re worth losing sleep for.” And for the first time in a while, he drifts off smiling, satisfied by your fire.

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✧.* - The moment you push back in an argument, Levi freezes, his mouth opening and closing like he’s lagging behind. But then, something clicks—his eyes light up, and suddenly you’re sparring like rival characters in one of his beloved anime. You refuse to give an inch, and he stutters, flails, but comes right back at you, more alive than usual. “Y-you think you can out-argue me? Just wait—I’ll prove I’m the protagonist here!” Even when you win, he slumps back, flustered and red. “Ugh… fine. You’re like… the ultimate boss fight. And I don’t even mind losing.” Later, he scribbles about you in his journal, calling you his “final boss crush.”

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✧.* - Asmo gasps dramatically when you argue back, but instead of shrinking, you push forward, voice steady and defiant. His pout deepens, but the sparkle in his eyes betrays his excitement. “Darling, you can’t just scowl at me like that! ” he cries, but when you throw your words like fire, he laughs. It’s not cruel—it’s delighted. He leans close, lips brushing your ear, voice smooth as silk. “You’re stunning when you’re fierce,” he whispers. Even when the fight is over, he refuses to let you go, clinging to you like your fire only makes him love you more. The next day, he brags to everyone about your “adorable temper.”