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"ACT LIKE I'M A RANDOM WOMAN FLIRTING WITH YOU"

synopsis: in which you try the tiktok trend where you ask them to pretend you're a random woman hitting on them

content: multiple jjk characters x fem!reader, crack fic, foul language, reader calls toji daddy, and mentions of killing but like a joke. lmk if i missed some

note: saw this awhile back and just remembered about it so i had to :p let me know if you guys want a part two and i shall deliver

GOJO SATORU ❤︎

"okay, babe," you say, walking into the kitchen with a sly grin, ready to set your plan into motion. after scrolling through tiktok and stumbling upon a video where a girl asked her boyfriend to pretend she was someone else flirting with him, you couldn't resist trying it out yourself.

gojo, mid-coffee-making, turns around to your voice, eyebrow raised in mild curiosity. he already knows something's up by the playful smirk dancing on your lips and the mischief in your eyes.

"pretend i'm another woman flirting with you," you declare.

he pauses, a confused and amused laugh escaping his lips. "wha—?"

"okay, ready? go!" you cut him off, not giving him time to protest.

in an instant, you drop your playful demeanor and transform it into something sultry. your smile turns flirtatious, and with a slow, deliberate motion, you tug at your shirt, letting a bit more cleavage peek through. you flip your hair with a practiced grace, and with the confidence of a sly cat, you saunter toward him.

gojo's eyes widen slightly, clearly caught off guard, but the corners of his mouth lift in a grin, deciding to play your little game.

“hey, good-looking,” you purr, strutting a bit closer before spinning around with a playful wiggle of your hips. “i think there’s something on the back of my dress… can you check for me?” you throw a wink over your shoulder, your voice dripping with flirtation.

gojo's gaze slides from your face, down your figure, pausing a moment longer at your ass. his eyes twinkle mischievously as he looks back up at you. “sure thing, baby,” he says, his voice smooth. “just bend over a little more for me.”

the smile drops from your face immediately. you spin around, giving him a deadpan look. “are you serious right now?”

gojo throws his head back, laughing so hard that you know you should’ve seen this coming. there was no way he’d play along without pulling something like this. his laughter fills the kitchen, the sound contagious, even though you’re trying to keep a straight face.

“do it again,” he says, still grinning but now standing straighter, trying to regain his composure. “i'll be serious this time, promise,” he adds with a wink, slipping back into character.

gojo thinks the little frustrated huff you let out is adorable, but you decide to give him one more go, determined to keep the act alive. you fix him with another amorous look, closing the gap between you, pressing your chest against his. slowly, you drag your fingertip up his arm, then trace it along his neck, gently tilting his head toward you, the air between you thick with faux tension.

“h—” you start, your voice low and flirtatious.

"cursed technique amplification: blue. cursed technique re—"

only then do you break character. you burst into laughter, slapping a hand over his mouth before he can finish, the absurdity of his words too much for you to bear. your laugh echoes through the kitchen, and gojo's grin spreads against your palm, eyes twinkling with amusement.

“that's more like it."

GETO SUGURU ❤︎

you're lying beside geto, one leg draped lazily over his stomach, scrolling through tiktok while he’s absorbed in some conspiracy video on youtube. his face is all concentration—eyebrows furrowed, eyes narrowed, lips slightly pursed—totally engrossed in whatever wild theory the guy on the screen is spouting. you glance over at him, feeling a little amused by how seriously he’s taking it.

then, a memory hits you. that video you saved—the one where a girl pranks her boyfriend by pretending to flirt with him like she’s someone else. now's the perfect time to try it, with geto finally settled in bed instead of running around handling work or responsibilities.

without a second thought, you sit up, tossing your phone to the side. before he can react, you snatch his phone from his hand and toss it too. geto's head snaps towards you, mouth hanging open, already preparing to scold you for cutting off his video.

“shh,” you hush him, pressing a finger to his lips. “pretend i'm a random girl flirting with you. you don’t know me.”

he blinks at you, dumbfounded, staring at you like you’ve just suggested the most ridiculous idea he’s ever heard. his eyebrow arches skeptically, but he doesn’t protest, just watches you with that patient amusement he always has when you pull something unexpected.

grinning, you crawl over to him on all fours, slowly straddling his hips, your hand sliding up his chest as you lean in closer. “hi, baby. you look sooo good right now,” you say, your voice dripping with fake seduction. “can i see if you look even better underneath those clothes?”

you wait for him to play along, but he doesn’t move a muscle. he just stares up at you with the same confused expression, like he’s genuinely unsure of what’s happening. it's almost enough to annoy you, but his confusion is so sincere, you can’t help but find it endearing.

“i said—” you start again, leaning in closer.

“uh…who are you, and why are you in my bed?” he cuts you off, deadpan.

"oh—i just—" you sit up quickly, stammering, completely caught off guard by how fast he slipped into his role.

“no, like seriously. how did you get in here?” geto's voice takes on a more serious tone as he sits up, pushing you back onto the bed before standing, his eyes darting around the room like he’s genuinely concerned.

“babe—" you try, but he cuts you off with a sharp, “don't babe me!” he glares at you with a dramatic, wide-eyed expression, pacing around like someone truly freaked out. “i am scared. i'm calling the cops.”

you can’t hold it in anymore and start giggling wildly as you watch him, fully committed to this bizarre little roleplay. he grabs his phone, muttering to himself, and you slide off the bed, barely able to contain your laughter as you reach for his phone, half-worried about just how far he's willing to take this joke for your amusement.

“okay, okay! i get it, psycho!” you say, still giggling as you snatch the phone from him.

he finally cracks a smile, the playful glint returning to his eyes as he pulls you close, arms wrapping snugly around you. “you're the psycho,” he says, voice dropping to a soft, teasing murmur. “breaking into my house and shit.”

CHOSO KAMO ❤︎

“cho, can you try something with me?” you break the comfortable silence that has settled between you and your sweet boyfriend. he glances up from the abstract coloring page he’s been working on, setting down the colored pencil he’s been using next to the rest of the set—the same expensive pencils you gave him for his birthday a few years ago. he refuses to replace them, even as they wear down over time, because they’re from you.

“yeah, sure.” choso turns toward you, his full attention on you, always so patient and willing to humor your silly ideas.

“alright,” you begin, standing up and pulling on his arms to get him to rise with you. “pretend i'm some random girl flirting with you. this is a test, by the way.”

choso blinks up at you, slightly confused but willing to follow along. “okay… but, are you still my girlfriend?” he asks, his voice tinged with hesitation.

“yes… well, no? i'm a random girl, but pretend you still have a girlfriend—me, but not me me,” you explain, feeling the ridiculousness of your own words but committed to the bit. he nods slowly, trying to make sense of the situation. “uh, alright. i think i got it.”

you flash him a grin, flipping your hair over your shoulder dramatically as you unbutton the first few buttons of his dress shirt that you’re wearing. you slowly prowl toward him, exuding flirtation with each step. choso watches with wide eyes, momentarily forgetting the scenario as he’s so used to you being his girlfriend and not this “random girl” you’re pretending to be.

“hi, cutie. what's your name?” you ask, voice dripping with sultry intent.

choso's eyes dart to the side, his hands nervously picking at the drawstrings of his sweatpants. “um…i don’t know…?” his response sounds more like a question, and you bite back a laugh but keep going.

“you don’t know your name, baby?” you tease, your voice soft and playful. he folds, spitting out his name without hesitation.

“choso. my name is choso,” he blurts out, and you nearly drop the act right there to scold him for even responding, but you hold back, narrowing your eyes instead.

“okay, choso. wanna get a drink with me?” you ask, stepping closer, keeping the act alive. he nods immediately before his eyes widen in realization that he’s supposed to be resisting. suddenly, he’s shaking his head, panicking.

“no?” you ask, pouting in a way you know will fluster him even more. “you sure?”

your boyfriend groans, hands flying up to cover his face as a blush creeps up his cheeks. “no more.” he mumbles, muffled behind his hands, too embarrassed to keep playing along.

you watch him, torn between scolding him for entertaining the idea of someone else flirting with him or just squeezing him until he pops from the sheer cuteness of his confusion. he's so bewildered, caught in the weird space of knowing it’s you, but not you, and it’s clearly messing with him.

“come here, you big baby,” you coo, wrapping your arms around him as he buries his face in your neck. he holds onto you tightly, his body warm against yours.

“you're the only person I want to flirt with me,” he mumbles, his voice soft and sincere.

TOJI FUSHIGURO ❤︎

toji eyes you suspiciously from across the room, his sharp gaze catching every unhinged giggle that escapes your lips as you scroll through your phone. you've been on the same video loop for a while now, different voices, but always the same script. he can’t hear it all, but he’s caught enough to know where it’s going: “pretend i'm a random chick flirting with you.” then, what he assumes is the boyfriend playing along.

you glance up at him, eyes sparkling with mischief, and the second your gaze locks with his, he knows exactly what’s coming. he shuts it down before you can even say a word.

“nope,” he says flatly, reaching out to pinch your toes, making you yelp in frustration.

“humor me, just this once,” you plead, pouting.

with a scowl and a dramatic roll of his eyes, he relents. “fine. go. do your thing.” he leans back against the couch, arms folded, but the slight smirk on his face tells you he’s amused by your antics, even if he won’t admit it.

“you know the drill,” you tease, standing up and fixing your shirt. “i'm a stranger flirting with you. and you better not fuck this up, or i'm leaving your ass.”

“yeah, yeah,” he mutters, waving you off with an exaggerated sigh, though you can tell he’s already half-entertained.

with a dramatic spin, you turn to face him, fully falling into character. “hello, handsome,” you say, grinning as you plop onto his lap. his groan echoes through the room at the sudden weight on him, but his hands instinctively settle on your hips, pulling you a little deeper into him despite the warning look in his eyes.

you roll your hips slightly, getting comfortable. “wanna take this upstairs, big boy?” you purr.

a wicked grin spreads across his face, eyes darkening with amusement. “yeah? you wanna take me upstairs, baby?” his voice is low, playful, as he pinches your cheeks, pulling you close for a kiss.

“what the fuck? toji, i swear to god—” you grumble, pulling back, but he’s already chuckling, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

“just jokin’,” he murmurs, the smirk still firmly in place. you stare at him, eyes narrowing in frustration as you debate whether to deck him right in the face or give him another chance.

as much as the former sounds appealing, you opt for the latter, though not without trying to burn a hole through him with your glare. after a moment, you lean in again, deciding to crank it up a notch. “sooo, wanna take this somewhere else? let me show you a good time,” you whisper, brushing your lips against his ear. you pause for dramatic effect before adding in a hushed tone, “sound okay? …daddy.”

you swear toji doesn’t breathe for a solid five seconds. his entire body tenses, and before you know it, he’s pushing you off his lap and onto the couch cushions.

“i already got a kid,” he says, his voice rough, though there’s no hiding the heat in his eyes.

you scoff, leaning forward on your knees to get closer. “is that why you’re hard right now?” you can’t help the smirk that spreads across your face as you glance down at the very visible tent in his pants.

“shiiit, i don’t know,” he growls, grinning like the devil himself. “call me daddy one more time, and let’s find out.”

before you can even think about responding, you swing your hand, landing a quick, playful hit right between his legs. toji doubles over instantly, groaning as he clutches his crotch, his cocky expression crumbling.

“that's what I thought,” you say, sitting back with a satisfied smirk while he mutters something under his breath about “psycho women.”

SUKUNA RYOMEN ❤︎

sukuna's lounging on the couch, thumbs aggressively working the joysticks of his controller, barking orders into the mic at his teammates. “you serious right now?” he yells, his voice sharp and cutting through the headset. the big bright screen in front of him signals yet another loss, and he throws his hands up in frustration. “bullshit,” he mutters under his breath, tossing the controller onto the coffee table like it personally betrayed him.

as he seethes, ready to stew in his annoyance, his phone pings with a familiar sound, one he specifically set just for you. with a groan, he picks it up, already half-expecting the nonsense he’s about to read.

i'm here. play along. i'm some random girl and i'm flirting with you. ;)

he groans louder, knowing full well he’s about to get dragged into one of your ridiculous pranks. he briefly considers bolting to the bedroom to pretend he’s asleep, but before he can even move, there’s a knock at the door. you never knock, which only means one thing—you’re fully committed to this.

“shit,” he grumbles under his breath, standing up and stomping toward the door. there's no point in avoiding it now; better to play along than listen to you rant about how boring and lame he is for the rest of the day.

with a huff, he swings the door open, glaring at you. “hey, sexy,” you purr, barely getting the words out before he cuts you off.

“no. die,” he deadpans, folding his arms. “i'm in love with my girlfriend, and she’s fucking crazy.” with that, he slams the door in your face.

you knock again, undeterred, flashing him a sultry grin as you persist with your ‘stranger’ persona. “are you sure you—”

“she'll kill you, and then she’ll kill me. you don’t want that, and i sure as hell don’t either.” his voice is flat as he swings the door shut again, leaving you staring at the wood.

before you can raise your hand to knock for a third time, the door flies open again. this time, you’re face to face with sukuna's middle finger, held up without a word. you blink, looking at it, then up at his face. his expression is blank, eyes low and unamused, lips curled into a frown.

“ryo—" you start, but he makes a move to slam the door once more. you shove it open, laughing wildly as you crash into him for a hug, wrapping your arms around him.

“okay, okay! you pass,” you giggle, looking up at him. “now stop slamming the door in my face.”

he grunts, but his hands find your waist as you lean up to kiss him. you reach up to smooth the frown lines between his brows, your touch softening him despite his attempt to stay annoyed.

“you're annoying,” he mutters against your lips, but he kisses you back, his grip tightening.

“you love me,” you tease, pulling him closer.

he grunts again, but this time he kisses you harder, pulling you deeper into him. and yeah, you know he loves you too.

Learning to Comfort

***After getting sick yesterday, inspiration struck and I needed to get this on paper. I also realized that I haven't yet written a fic that's focused primarily on a relationship between Belphie and MC, so this is that. Enjoy. -B*** Summary: Belphie finds an extremely sick MC during one of his late-night escapades, and despite his immense lack of experience, decides to take it upon himself to make them feel better. CW: Vomiting

Belphegor, despite being the Avatar of Sloth, always had a hard time sleeping at night. Maybe it was his habit of napping so much during the day, but regardless of the cause, the youngest Avatar of Sin was the House of Lamentation's resident insomniac.

He long accepted this title. It gave him the freedom to bask in the silence of the Hall without Mammon or Asmodeus there to pester him and gave him plenty of time to fuck with Lucifer's shit.

It was the very title that meant he was awake to hear a set of hurried footsteps run down the hall above him.

He frowned silently to himself, quickly tucking away one of Lucifer's favourite books amongst a variety of similar-looking tomes in the back shelves of the library before taking off upstairs to investigate. He reached the top of the staircase just in time to see the bathroom door slam shut at the end of the hall

Belphie's curiosity and concern only grew when noted that your bedroom door was wide open.

Slowly, he approached the bathroom, his stomach dropping at the gagging sounds from within. "MC ... Is everything okay?" He cringed as the noises grew louder for a moment before a pain-filled sob and whimper came through. "I'm, uh, I'm coming in."

Upon opening the door, Belphegor was greeted to a truly a truly pitiful sight.

You were hunched over the toilet, sick dribbling off your chin as one arm wrapped tightly around your stomach and the other provided cushion for your haggard forehead. Your shoulders heaved and shivered between ragged sounding cries as sweat mixed with tears on your cheeks.

"Oh shit," he breathed as he took in your state.

You weakly lifted your head to glare at him, only for your eyes to widen and for you to dive back to the toilet bowl once more.

Belphegor cursed as he rushed forward to support your clearly unstable body, hissing as his skin came into contact with yours. "What the hell? You're burning up." He mumbled as he pressed the back of his hand against your damp cheek.

You only replied with a groan as your body slumped against your arm once more. You blindly reached upward to flush the toilet and grabbed some toilet paper before wiping off your face. "I'm sick," you whined hoarsely.

The demon couldn't help but snort. "I can see that."

He chuckled as you flipped him off, but that smile quickly fell when he noticed just how badly the lovely hand gesturing to him was trembling. A hot knot of guilt wound its way into his stomach. "Seriously though, what's wrong? How can I help?"

You sat there for a moment, jaw tight and lip quivering as you recollected yourself. "I don't know," you whimpered. "I was fine. I felt fine. And then my stomach started to hurt like crazy, and I was super lightheaded, and now I can't seem to keep anything down, and I'm cold and hot at the same time and-" he rubbed your back as harsh sobs escaped from you. "It sucks! And it's scary! And I feel like shit!"

He crouched down to your level, pulling you closer to him as he softly hushed you. "Woah, woah. Easy. It's alright. I'm going to help you through this, alright?"

You sniffled and nodded your head. "Okay."

Belphegor nodded, glancing around the room for any hint on how the hell he was supposed to handle this. It was only now that he had promised you his services that he realized that he had no idea what he was doing. He was never the one to take on the role of caretaker — that usually fell onto Lucifer, Mammon or Beelzebub. He didnèt know the first thing about taking care of a human.

But, he thought with a start, he knew where he could learn.

He quickly grabbed a bucket from under the sink and handed it to you before helping you to your feet. "Alright then. Let's get you back to bed for starters. If you're going to barf, for the love of Diavolo, please do it in the bucket."

Your poor knees wobbled as you delicately stood, leaning heavily on the demon. He supposed you weren't kidding when you said you were light headed. He wrapped an arm around your waist for extra support and then, step by step, Belphegor carefully helped get you to your room and tucked you into your bed; bucket nestled close by in case of emergencies. You groaned as you were laid down.

Looking down at how weak and helpless you looked, Belphie had never felt so out of his league.

"Okay. Okay. Okay. Um, you stay here. I'm going to see what I can find to help." He explained, trying his best, and failing, at keeping the panic that was pulsing through him from spilling into his tone.

You whimpered, blinking up at him with big, oh-so-dangerous, confused eyes as you lifted your head. "You're leaving?"

Fuck. He really couldn't win in this situation, could he?

He slowly made his way back to your door, keeping a small smile on his face the whole time. "I promise, I'll be right back. Look! I'll even leave my pillow as collateral." Without thinking, he threw his sacred, cow-print pillow over to you and winced at the muffled "oof" that came from you upon impact. "I'm going to get some stuff to fix you up, then I'll be back. You can count on me, okay?"

His heart stuttered as you wrapped your arms around his pillow and nuzzled your face into it. "I know I can," you muttered tiredly.

Belphie swallowed thickly, nodding to the air as he quickly headed out of your room and went straight over to Satan's with nothing but desperate determination and adrenaline keeping him awake.

As quietly as he could, he creaked open the door, poking his head into the miniature library.

There, in a disoriented position that would undoubtedly cause him back pain in the morning, was Satan, sleeping with a book spread open on his face and a cat plushie tucked closely under his arm.

Belphie bit back a laugh as he whipped out his D.D.D. and silently snapped a photo before getting to work.

Using all of his experience as an Anti-Lucifer Club member, he carefully sneaked into the room and began to peruse the shelves. "Come on," he whispered to himself. "He's always reading about human shit, there has be something..." He paused as he spotted a thick red book with white cursive running down its spine and smirked. "Gotcha."

Just as his fingers caressed the book's binding, a loud snap rang through the air and suddenly the world turned upside down. Belphie grunted at the impact and glanced up to see himself being held up by his foot by some invisible force. He cursed and looked forward, not at all surprised by the freshly awoken and extremely agitated Satan that was looming over him.

"What," Satan spat as his eyes flickered in the darkness. "Do you think you're doing?"

Belphegor glared back at him and crossed his arms over his chest. "Quit treating me like I'm Mammon. I'm just here to burrow a book."

Satan cocked an eyebrow as his gaze flickered over to the overfilled shelves. "At 2:30 in the morning? I never knew you were such an avid reader. What book?"

Belphie groaned, far too tired and stressed to deal with any of this. "That one. Humans and Their Common Illnesses and Diseases," he pointed lazily at the red book sitting not even 5 ft away from him.

The air instantly grew tense as an aura of suspicion and mistrust began to exude from Satan. The demon's eyes hardened into emeralds as he stepped closer to his little brother. "What could you possibly want with that, and do not even think about lying to me."

A sharp pang of betrayal pierced through Belphie's chest as he realized what this was about. "What? You think I'm trying to get them sick with some terminal illness for some other bullshit?!" He snarled, baring his teeth even as he felt the cold bite of grief wash over him.

Satan's eyes only narrowed further. "Just answer the question."

Belphegor sneered at his older brother as he struggled against the spell holding him up. "Fuck you! I'm not that demon anymore, you prick! MC's puking their guts out, and I'm the only one awake enough to help them but I have no idea what the hell I'm doing, so I wanted to make sure I didn't make things fucking worse like always!" He tried to ignore the burning sensation behind his eyes as he scratched at the invisible chord around his ankle. "They're trusting me and waiting for me to come back, so fuck you! And fuck your stupid assumptions!"

Satan's eyes widened as he quickly dropped the spell and let Belphie fall to the ground. "MC is sick?"

Belphie huffed as he got back to his feet and ripped the book that he needed off the shelf. "That's what I said, isn't it?"

Satan rolled his eyes as he walked over to his shelf and pulled a few more books off it. "Stop it. I'm trying to help you-"

"Oh, so now you want to help. Are you sure I'm not still going to murder-"

"Belphie!" Satan snapped as turned back to him. The younger demon raised his chin in defiance as he held his brother's poisonous stare — each daring the other to make the first move in correcting this. Satan sighed, dropping into his chair as he flipped open some of the books. "That was wrong of me. I shouldn't have assumed, especially after all you've been doing to get better."

Belphegor pressed his lips into a thin line as he thumbed through the book his hands. He didn't give a response. In his opinion, he didn't deserve a response. But this, sneaking into his room, stealing this stupid fucking book, this was all about you and making sure that you're okay.

"They're puking all over the place. They're running hotter than Beel's super spicy newt chips. They can barely stand on their own two feet. And they kept talking about how much their stomach hurt," he explained instead. He ran a hand through his hair as he snapped the book shut and reluctantly looked to Satan. "What do your books say about that?"

He watched as Satan's complexion blanched and he nearly dropped the book in his hands. "Can ... Can you be more specific? Was there any blood when they vomited? Did they go unconscious at any time? Where exactly was the pain?"

In Satan's state of panic, Belphie felt his own heart began to race. "I don't know! They just said their stomach hurt then they felt dizzy!"

Satan rose to his feet and rushed deeper into his room, coming back with his arms filled with vials and herbs of all kinds. "Take me to them."

Belphie scrunched up his nose as he moved to block the blond's path out of the door. "What? No. You can go back to bed. I've got this. Just tell me what to do."

For a second, the two danced back forth, attempting to either get past or prevent the other from getting by. Eventually, Satan let out a growl as he glowered at him. "I thought you said you wanted my help?!"

"I. Never. Said. That." Belphie said pointedly as continued his tactics. "I said I wanted to figure out how to help MC," he snatched some of the vials out of Satan's arms, making the blond yelp as he nearly dropped a couple of them. "Is this it? This the cure or something?"

"I don't know! From what you told me, they could be dying! I won't know for sure until I see them, so for the love of all things unholy get out of my way," Satan seethed, now seconds away from bursting into his demon form.

He was given the perfect opportunity to finally slip by, as Belphie froze in shock. "Wh-What?!"

The two ran as though Cerberus was hunting after them and booked it to your door as fast as two sleep-deprived demons were capable.

They skidded around the corner, several bottles going flying and shattering against the walls as they did, and rushed to open the door. "MC! MC! I'm back! Satan brought the cure, we're going to save-"

Belphie froze in his tracks as he saw you, still in bed just as he left you, but only this time, Lucifer was sitting beside you, a towel drapped over his shoulder as he pressed a hand to your forehead.

He stumbled as Satan smacked into his back.

The elder demon blinked over at his two brothers and raised an eyebrow. "Is there a reason you're both disturbing MC when they're quite clearly sick?"

Satan's eyes flickered between the two as he lifted on of the vials. "We brought medicine. I think MC might have Salmonella, or a heart attack, or Appendicitis or-"

"Food poisoning." Lucifer cut off as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "They got food poisoning. It's common among humans, and was probably triggered by Mammon daring them to try some new Devildom foods earlier today," he wiped off his hands on the towel as he stood. "They'll be fine."

Belphie heard Satan let out a sigh of relief despite himself — but Belphie wasn't buying it. The younger demon crossed his arms as he narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "How do you know that? How did you even know they were sick?"

Lucifer sighed, causing Belphie's internal frustration to grow. "I was awake doing paperwork when I heard some sort of ruckus come from Satan's room. I went to go investigate when I heard even more concerning noises coming from MC's room. I talked with them, realized what had happened, and got them some broth, some anti-nauseants, and a damp cloth to help them settle. Is that satisfactory for you?"

Belphie opened his mouth to bite back a retort when a loud groan came from under the blankets. All three heads whipped directly to you as you looked over at the two demons standing in the doorway. "Belphie? You're back." Any anger that had been building within him, instantly melted away at the sound of his name falling so sweetly from your lips. He made his way over to the bed, carelessly tossing the vials he took from Satan onto the table as he joined you by your side. "Yeah, I'm back, Angel. Sorry it took me so long and that you had to deal with smelly old Lucifer."

The glare he got from his brother was worth it as you giggled in your half-awoken state. "He's not too bad. Just a big old Mama Bear if you think about it."

Satan was cackling in the background as Lucifer's face went bright red. Belphie smirked and ruffled your hair. "I'll take your word on it."

Lucifer cleared his throat, promptly ignoring the flush on his cheeks, as he looked sternly at the others. "We should leave MC to get some rest. I'll come check on them in the morning. You two, head back to your rooms."

You pouted as you clung tighter onto Belphie's billow with one arm and gripped onto the back of his sweater with the other. "But I want Belphie to stay here with me. He just got back."

Belphegor wasn't sure what he did to get your trust or favor back, but he thanked whatever higher being was listening every single day that you didn't hate him for his crimes. He was positive that he would never need anything ever again. He could live off your hugs and your smile alone and be perfectly content.

He pouted along side you as he climbed into your bed and pulled you close to him. "Yeah. I just got back. You can't ask me to leave."

Lucifer scowled down at the pair of you as he crossed his arms over his chest. "You're going to get sick."

It was with great pleasure that Belphegor flashed his brother his infamous shit-eating grin as he got himself nuzzled comfortably under your blankets. "But, Lucifer, you just said yourself that they only had food poisoning. Ergo. There's nothing for me to catch."

The growl that left Lucifer was one that parents across the world would recognize instantly as one of complete resignation. "It's too late for this." He made his way out the door, grabbing Satan by the arm and hauling him out of the room. "I'll be back in the morning. Make sure they stay hydrated. Do not let them choke in their sleep."

"Yes Mom!" Belphie called out over Satan's complaints just as the door closed shut behind them.

Now alone, the demon felt himself instinctively relax as you curled up against him and rested your still-warm head against his arm. He smiled gently and pressed a kiss against your forehead.

Maybe he was new at this whole taking care of human things, but he supposed that with you around, learning wouldn't be too bad.

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