YALL I’m Sorry I Gave Up On The Side Characters ☹️

I find it hilarious how fucking DEVASTATED BoTw Link is about losing a Mario kart race.

Thousands of people died during the calamity including your best friends and it’s your job to fix what’s left.

You got 7th place in Mario Kart.

My oven has given up and is just giving me bullshit times

I WANT HIM

dating lucifer

notes: lucifer is my babygirl

tagging: @belsumu @hoshiikos @silkylious

lucifer doesn't treat you much different publicly when you two start dating

he does dote on you a bit more than he would if you two weren't dating

you're able to get away with a lot more things now though he won't turn a blind eye to shenanigans with diavolo

he's not going to suddenly listen to you when you ask him to take a break but depending on the trust you two have built thus far lucifer will entrust you with certain tasks that he'd normally do himself

asks you to come sit with him in his study just to hear you talk and offer you tea/snacks

always has a hand on you when in public, not suggestively more on the possessive side

he's scaring away lesser demons as well as subtly keeping you close to him, it's a win win

offers you his coat when you two go out and it's a bit cold, he doesn't take it often so accept it before he drapes it across your shoulders himself

he's not very affectionate privately or publicly, if you initiate in public he won't bat you away but he will give you a look to settle down; if you do it in private however he'll reciprocate easily sometimes without even looking up from his work

kisses your hand, cheek and temple fairly often sometimes on autopilot; he does it when he's leaving to go meet with diavolo or to go to a student council meeting that you didn't need to attend as long as it's not in front of his brothers

he doesn't demand your attention, lucifer understands that you can be busy but go too long without talking to him, he'll pull you in his study for as long as you can to sit and catch up essentially

gifts aren't a frequent thing with lucifer but when he gives them you can tell a lot of thought was put into it and he didn't just get it without thinking about if you'd like it or use it

still has plenty of expectations for you but does dial back a little when he sees that you're struggling to keep up and offers his help when he can

please reblog as it helps more than likes do!

YOU PLAY WIT YOURSELF 🥺🙏

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Twirling my 6ft long toe nail hair with my 000000000.01 cm long finger my 1cm legs shook wit pleasure.

(These are what ur feet look like, imagine them with longer toe nail hair)

There was always something about playing with my tow nail hair that filled my SMALL CUTE AND PETITE body with so much pleasure that I would just cum on the spot🥺🥺🥺

Jeffy Weffy wouldn't like me doing this, he says only he can play with my CUTE toe nail hair but I can't help but want to play with it. Even if I cum to many times.

Right now I b ok my 10th orgasm already and my CUTE AND PERFECT little voice fills Jeff's dirty, disgusting room that is nothing like me. I am perfect after all.

Idk when he will come back and right now as I twerl my blonde toe nail hair that comes out from underneath my toe nails, I could care less. It's long like I'm playing with my booty hair or anything. That is completely off limits for Jeffy Weffy.

Suddenly the door bursts open and their is Jeffy Weffy in his full pale Glory.

His crusty musty hair fell behind his skinny shoulders that be looking like they on life support, his blood drained white hoodie is dripping with blood as usual and his black skinny jeans are looking as musty as ever. Hi red, crusty lips are dripping their skin flakes onto the floor not like that's unusual for him, they always be doing that and his BEAUTIFUL DARK BLUE SPARKLING EYES are filled with some anger as he bite his crusty lips, getting some more flakes onto the ground as they were already in a 5 ft pile on the floor.

Stompinh over to me with his big man feet he glared down on my skinny and perfect 2'1 form, my big breasts were at least 2fr long were seating in my back hoodie bc I hates myself so much, my big fat juicy ass underneath me making the clapping sound that it always makes as my skinny stomach and small waist make me basically perfect.

Looking up at him with my PERFECT blue eyes in fear j shiver at the feeling of his lip crust pouring into my small form.

"Baby growl, were you playing with your lovely toe nail hair wit out me? "

His deep, sexy voice made me cum on the spot before I answered in my high pitched femine voice.

"Y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-yes m-m-m-m-m-m-my c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-c-crust d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-daddy"

Smirking down at me 1 ft of crusty covered my small and CUTE form as I twerles my toe nail hair in my finger before he grabbed it with his big man hand that was 1000000000x bigger than mine and softly threw it back at me, making me fall over and moan in my CUTE voice before he responded

"Loo like u finna ge punnish"

Part two????? 🥺🙏

OKAY! Lemme getttt our boy from FD3 Ian! I am thinking something like fem! afab! reader works with him, late night they close up the hardware store and afterwards end up hooking up in his ride in the parking lot. Just been co-workers a loooong time and the tension finally becomes too much, always had a fun jokey kind of relationship and after like months they finally hook up, rushed and messy but satisfying sex, any kinks you can think of slapping in there, IF YOU PLEASE! Tysfm.

BEX BEX BEX! here is my first request out of a BUNCH and it was such a good one! I love Ian and I have got to write for him more, so thank you for giving me a chance to write some smutty smutty filth for him! I hope you love it!!!

Ian McKinley x Fem!AFAB!Reader

WORD COUNT: 3019

WARNINGS: nsfw, car sex, weed, friends to lovers, banter baby, unprotected sex, oral (amab receiving), riding/cowgirl, dirty talk, slight degradation?, slight praise, implication of more sex, shitty humor bc it's me, not proofread

“You shoot that bird and I shoot you, McKinley.” Ian scoffs, putting the nail gun down. He looks down at you and you have your hands on your hips and a scowl on your face. He makes a show of putting it down onto the shelf before making his way down the ladder. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, well, I only did it because I know you’d actually shoot me,” He says, hopping off of the last rung and turning to face you. It was late, almost midnight, and you and Ian were the only ones left at work. “Fucking dick made us lock up like we don’t have lives,” Ian huffs, pulling a cigarette out of apron pocket followed by a lighter.

Snatching it out of his hand and putting it in your mouth, you wait for him to light it for you with a grin. “No offense Ian, but,” He holds the lighter out, cupping his hand around it as he lights the cigarette, eyes trained on it in your mouth. “You don’t really have a life.”

“Damn. You’ll steal my cigs and then be a bitch?” He says, putting the lighter away. You laugh, taking a puff of it before handing it back to him. “C’mon, let's leave. I’m fucking bored.” You fall into step with him, walking towards the front office to clock out. The two of you continue to pass the cigarette back and forth and he stomps it out when you arrive. “Wanna get something to eat?”

“Asking me on a date or something, McKinley?” You tease as he holds the office door open for you and he gives you a fake smile, shouldering past you. “Relax, sweetheart, it was a joke. Yeah, we can grab a bite. Do you have anything to smoke?” He side eyes you as he clocks out and you give a sheepish smile. “What? I get a better appetite when I’m high.”

He moves to the side, leaning against the desk as you clock out and you ignore the very obvious way he’s staring at your tits. You knew Ian liked you, and you’re sure he knows that you like him, but you’ve never gone further than a few flirty comments here and there. After he and Erin split the flirting seemed to increase from the occasional joke to nearly every conversation.

“Yeah, I have a bit. Y’know, you take way too much of my shit.” He says, holding the door open for you once more as you two leave. He shuts the lights off, plunging the two of you into darkness. “Isn’t this scary?” He says, whispering into your ear as the two of you slowly walk to the exit. “Something could be in the darkness, waiting.”

“Fuck off, Ian.”

“Are you scared?” You elbow him roughly which only earns a laugh from him. “You’re fucking scared! Wow, who knew little old Y/N was scared of the dark?” Finally the two of you reach the front door and you shove it open, ignoring Ian’s teasing; you weren’t scared, he was just an asshole.

Ian locks the front door, whistling to himself, and he grunts when he turns around to see you already at his car door. You didn’t wait for him. Again. He had parked under the only working streetlight and he clicks his key ring and, as you climb into the passenger seat, he gets a brilliant idea. The car alarm blares and you yelp, jumping out of your skin, only for it to cease. Ian's laughter is easily heard from outside the car and you groan, leaning your head back against the headrest. “You’re a fucking dick, you know that?”

He opens up his back seat and grins. “The biggest. Seen it myself.” He crawls in the back and nudges your shoulder. “Come back here.” You huff, debating on if you really wanted to sit in the back seat with him, but the urge to smoke wins. He watches with an amused look as you crawl from the front seat into the back.

“You need a bigger car.” You say with a grin. Ian’s car was unequivocally him; a red 1998 Toyota Camry that was practically falling apart from the inside out. He had stickers and photos plastered on the dashboard, including one of the two of you flipping the camera off, and random items strewn throughout. For Ian, this was clean. He was proud of his car, though, considering he took the job at the hardware store to get enough money to fix it up.

You settle into the seat as Ian pulls out the box he held his weed in, something that you found quite endearing. It was a small lunchbox that had originally been a Superman one, but that young Ian had decorated to resemble him instead. The word ‘Man’ was crossed out, replaced by ‘Ian.’

“Super Ian. Cute.” You say and he gives you a half-assed glare, cheeks flushing. “I’m serious! I think it’s sweet that you kept it. Not sure the kid who made it into Super Ian would have expected it to hold drugs, but it’s the thought that counts.”

“Shut up,” He murmurs but he’s smiling now and you know he doesn’t mean it. You compliment Ian a lot and despite having known you for five years and working with you for two, he still isn’t used to it. Sometimes they were vulgar compliments, like the time his shirt had ridden up at work and you whistled at him, telling him his happy trail was ‘sexy,’ and other times they were innocent like the one you had just given him. Those are the ones that catch him off guard.

He brings the lighter out and puts the blunt in between his lips, lighting it. His eyes close and his body instantly relaxes the second he breathes in the smoke. You watch enamored as he pulls it from his lips, breathing out slowly, smoke filling the car. He catches you staring at him and cocks an eyebrow, handing the blunt to you. “You like what you see?” He teases and you roll your eyes as you take a hit.

“Sure do.” The smug look is knocked off of his face for a second; he hadn’t expected you to admit it. You can feel the tension in the air immediately and you can’t help but notice the way Ian’s tongue comes to wet his bottom lip, eyes trained on yours as you blow out the smoke. You hand it back over to him and your fingers brush against each other.

“Hm. Really?” He asks finally, avoiding your eyes as he breathes in once more. You hum and lean in closer to him, just a bit, and he wonders if you can hear his heartbeat from there. And for a moment the two of you sit there, balancing on the line of will they, won’t they, when Ian breathes out slowly, blowing the smoke in your face.

You kiss him. It's sloppy and slow, your mind is hazy from the weed, but it’s so right. He’s still holding the blunt when he pulls you into his lap, hand on the back of your head, as he pushes his tongue into your mouth. He moans into the kiss as you grind down onto him gently and you can’t help but grin; he was already getting hard if the tent in his pants was any indication.

“So fuckin’ hot,” He murmurs against your lips, pulling back only a little to look at your face. Your lips were swollen, pupils blown out, and he thinks you look absolutely perfect. “Been wanting to do this for so long.” He puts the blunt out on the handle of the car before tossing it into the still-open box.

“So why didn’t you?”

“Didn’t want to fuck this up if you weren’t into me,” He responds, hands trailing up the back of your shirt. He leans in to kiss you again but you move, attaching your lips to his neck. Your fingers were raking through his hair and he lets out a soft sigh at the feeling. “Apparently you’ve been wanting to fuck me, though. Why didn’t you do something?”

“You were with Erin for a while,” You whisper against him, nipping at the skin just below his ear. His fingers dig into your back and he tilts his head to the side, letting you continue the assault on his neck as he works on your bra. “Then you weren’t and I kept dropping hints but you never did anything. Figured you weren’t into me like that.”

He scoffs, finally unclasping your bra and grabbing your shirt to pull it off. When you lift your arms to let him slip the garment off of you, he curses at the sight of your bare chest, slipping the bra off of your body and tossing it to the front seat. Before you can say anything his mouth is on your nipple and you gasp, arching into the feeling of his warm mouth.

Ian’s tongue swirls around the bud and he switches to the next, biting down on it gently to draw a moan from you. “Fucking stupid,” He says, hands working on your jeans. “‘Course I was into you. Why the fuck do you think me and Erin broke up?”

“What?” You pull back and stare at him, eyebrows furrowed. “You told me it’s because she realized she was into girls.”

He shrugs, resuming what he had been doing. “That’s part of the reason. The other reason is she walked in on me jerking off calling your name.” You swallow hard just as he gets your jeans unbuttoned and he looks up at you with that same cocky smile. “Yeah. I kept touching myself wishing it was you. Wishing it was your hands, or lips, or cunt,” The last word is sharp and he couples it with shoving his hand down your pants, finger gliding across your clothed slit, the fabric of your underwear rubbing against your clit. “Around my cock. Thought about bending you over the desk in the office and fucking you in front of everyone.”

“Yeah?” You try to keep your voice from cracking but his fingers have finally shoved your underwear aside and were dipping in between your folds. “Fuck, Ian. God,” The feeling has your breath catching in your throat and you can’t help but grind down onto his fingers, eyes squeezing shut.

“Mhm. Did you? Did you imagine this happening while you touched yourself at night?” He asks coolly, his fingers pausing in their movements. When you open your eyes and look down at him, his eyes are dark, swollen lips parted, waiting. Waiting for you to answer him before he’d continue.

Swinging your leg off of him he takes his own shirt off, working on his belt as you slid your jeans and underwear off. You were completely bare for him now and he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. “I did. In fact,” You pull him out of his pants and he groans, head tilting to the side at the feeling of your hand wrapping around him. He had dreamt and thought about this exact thing happening dozens of times and this still beat out those dreams by a long shot. “I did just last night. I had a toy and pretended it was your cock and shoved it down my throat ‘till I gagged. And then I kept going.”

With your ass in the air, on your knees, you stare up at Ian as you take him into your mouth. Your throat was warm, wet, and, the further you took him, tight. Nothing could compare to the feeling of your throat constricting around him as you gagged only to push forward until you had him fully seated in your throat. “Oh my fucking god,” Ian says as you begin to bob your head slowly, tongue flat against his cock. “You’re so fucking, shit. Shit, you’re amazing,” He stutters as you catch him off guard by swirling your tongue around his tip.

He held a strong grip on the back of your head as you blew him, occasionally forcing your head down just a bit further. You knew from the flex of his hips and the way his other hand was digging into the seats upholstery, that he wanted nothing more than to face fuck you. Pulling off of him, you have drool on the corners of your mouth, tears rolling down your cheeks, and you pull him in for a kiss. “Can you fuck me?”

“Ask nicely.” He says and you roll your eyes, swinging your legs to straddle him once again. His cock was pressed against your folds and you grind against him slightly, the two of you moaning in unison. His cock was painfully hard at this point and feeling the heat and wetness of your cunt grinding down against him was almost too much.

“Please fuck me, Ian,” You say. Normally you’d tell him to fuck off but you desperately needed to feel him inside you. “Please? I need to feel you in me, bet you’ll stretch me so good, baby.” He pulls you in for a bruising kiss, pulling back almost as quickly so he can watch as he lines himself up at your entrance. You sink down ever so slowly, inch by inch, and his face is twisted in pleasure.

“Fuck, so tight,” He grunts as you finally take him fully. He was deep inside you, deeper than any of the toys you had used while pretending to get fucked by him, and you can feel him twitch. “Gonna fuck you good, aren’t I? Tell me what you want me to do, baby. Christ, you’re wet, fuck.”

He cant think straight, not when you’re squeezing around him the way you are and then you start to move your hips and he wants to fucking marry you. “Want you to fuck me, use me, I don’t care. Just want to cum around you,” Ian grabs ahold of your hips and thrusts up into you, nearly jolting your head into the roof.

“Sorry,” He says but continues fucking into you and you lean over to rest your forehead against his own. Ian’s moaning loudly, saying your name each time you clench around him. Your hand falls to your cunt, fingers circling your clit quickly, chasing your high. “F-fuck, fuck you feel so good, Y/N. You close?” You whimper in response; you can’t think. You don’t want to think, you just want to have Ian fuck you like this forever. “Yeah, you’re squeezin’ around me. Bet you’re dying to cum around me, aren’t you?”

“Yes! Yes, fuck, Ian, please. I wanna cum so bad.”

“C’mon, then. You can do it, be good for me, alright? I know you’re a bitch normally but you can be a good girl and listen, right?” You did, you wanted to be good for him. Squeezing your eyes shut you focus on the pit in your stomach, the feeling of your fingers on your clit, Ian’s fingers digging into the sensitive flesh of your hips, the way his cock was slamming into you just right-

With a strangled cry you cum, nails digging into Ian’s shoulder and you nearly sob from the pleasure. “Good girl, good fucking girl,” He moans, taking in a shaky breath. He was so, so, so close. “Where do you want me to cum, hm? Want me to cover that pretty face of yours, shit. Shit, you’re so fucking tight. Or do you want me to cover these tits?”

“Cum in me!” He hesitates for a split second and you open your eyes and begin to meet his thrusts halfway. “Please, fuck! Please fill me up, wanna make you feel good, want you to cum in me so bad, Ian.”

“Fuck. Fuck, just take it, alright? Take my cum. M’gonna, fuck, m’gonna cum.” He lets out a loud whimper as he cums, forcing your hips down onto him, keeping you flush against him. Your foreheads were still pressed together and your hands are tracing his collarbone as you wait for him to come down from his high.

Ian gives you a soft smile and kisses you quick, still out of breath. He was seated inside you, his cum leaking out of you slowly. “That was so fucking good,” He says and you laugh, nuzzling into his chest. He lets go of your hips and you can already feel the bruises blossoming though you smile; tomorrow you’d wake up and see his fingertips etched into your skin, reminding you that this really happened. He kisses your temple, hugging you, pulling you in closer to him.

“So… are you still hungry?” You ask and he laughs, a real laugh, and you pull away from him with a grin. “What? I told you I get a better appetite when I’m high.”

“Appetite for dick,” He teases and you groan, pushing at his chest. He grabs ahold of your wrist and pulls you back in for another kiss, a slower one, and his eyes seem to have a sparkle in them. “Let’s get dressed and I’ll take you home, I’m pretty hungry, too.”

“Wow, so you really were asking me on a date, McKinley,”

“God, you’re a bitch, y’know that?” He says, tossing you your underwear from the pile of clothing. You snort and the two of you fall into a comfortable silence as you redress. Somehow, getting dressed in a car is way harder than getting undressed. “And besides, I never said I was hungry for food.” You cock an eyebrow and he grabs your chin, leaning in to kiss you and pausing just before your lips connect. “Still gotta eat that pretty pussy of yours.”

He grins and moves, stepping out of the backseat and getting back into the driver's seat. “And y’know what, sweetheart?” He calls back, turning the car on and looking at you in the rearview mirror. “Don’t bother putting any of your clothes on. It’ll just waste time.”

DRUNK PROPOSALS !

ft : miya atsumu, keiji akaashi, oikawa tooru

warnings : satirical mentions of dying, pregnancy, fem reader in atsumu's ( im sorry idk how to execute that idea gender neutrally ?? )

note : reader and boys r already in a relationship, this is ab marriage proposals help

MIYA ATSUMU

KEIJI AKAASHI

OIKAWA TOORU

oh the things that id let ian mckinley do to me..

— SAIKI RELATIONSHIP HCS

☆ very hesitant to hug you/hold hands bc he is afraid he might shatter all your bones. prefers kisses, less can go wrong

☆ except that one time he kissed you and was so flustered that a whole galaxy exploded

☆ but it was one of those really distant, useless ones so he moved on

☆ or that time you held his hand and he literally started levitating ??

☆ finishes exams in two seconds then spends the rest of the time annoying you

'i don't mean to disturb you but i noticed you put the wrong answer for question four' 'get out of my head!'

☆ i already wrote a drabble about this but he morphs into different objects to 'prank' you

☆ you always want him to shrink bc what's the point of having a psychic bf if you can't carry him around on your person like a polly pocket

☆ he's very apprehensive about it, however one day he finally agrees to it because you have a shift at work and you really wanted him to join you but it would be weird if he just showed up to your place of work unannounced so he shrunk and you carried him around in your back pocket

☆ that is until you almost sat on him!! and when he dived out to avoid being crushed, he fell onto the sticky work floor covered in dust

☆ still hasn't fully recovered 😿

☆ omg if you are insecure about a physical feature of yours , instead of using his powers to change you, he will use his mind control on the entire world so that your insecurity is now the beauty standard (similar to what he did with his hair)

☆ he doesn't use mind control on you though bc it's rude

☆ in fact he tries to avoid using his powers on you all together bc it would only cause trouble (with the exception of telepathy bc he likes to speak to you.. unlike he does with most people)

☆ and he's very strict with that ethic of his

☆ which is nice and all, and really easy until he does something super embarrassing in front of you

☆ like you see him scream at a cockroach or smth

☆ and he is SO tempted to use memory alteration on you so you could just forget that ever happened

☆ but he just can't bring himself to do it

☆ OR when your birthday was before his so he got you a present but didn't do that much else, but when it was time for his birthday and you went all out, he so wanted to either go back in time and do better or just alter your memory so you think he went all out too

☆ oh and passive aggression doesn't work on him ofc

☆ if you are ever mad or upset at him for whatever reason, you can't be like 'hmph i'm not gonna tell you what you did wrong, you just have to know :<' bc he can.. y'know.. read your mind

☆ and he also knows exactly what to do to make you feel better and forgive him, every single time

☆ plus you can never stay mad at him for long anyway bc he's just too cute!!

☆ too shy to admit that he wants to spend more time with you so he will use his powers as some sort of excuse

as you're about to leave saiki's room, he lies, 'wait. don't go. i have had a precognition that something terrible is going to happen to you if you do.' 'really?' you raise an eyebrow. 'and what might that be?' he wasn't really ready for any follow up questions so he stutters and thinks of the scariest scenario he can 'toritsuka.' ... 'toritsuka is going to do what? jump me?' 'no. just toritsuka.'

☆ for your birthday or anniversary he does something you call the 'saiki special' where he duplicates himself to give you a full body massage

☆ it's what dreams are made of !!!

☆ but yeah it's a lot of effort so he saves it for special occasions

☆ he would so love to watch trashy reality tv shows with you

☆ but he so uses it against you

☆ like if you are ever studying and are like 'why am i working so hard when you are psychic and can literally set us up for the easy life 😫'

☆ he'll be like.. you know who else never worked hard a day in they're life.. the kardashians!! do you really want to end up like that??

☆ and when you say yes this is the face he makes 😐

☆ dw though bc as i said before he will be in your head during exams so he can help you a little

☆ his love language is actually spoonfeeding you food and desserts

☆ and yes he actually uses his hands opposed to his mind to control the spoon, just to show you that being a psychic doesn't mean he gets to cut corners!

LMAOOOO

Hi Oji! 🩵🩵

I'm taking you up on your offer for Lucifer comfort. I'm in the hospital awaiting emergency surgery and could really use something lucifer related (and maybe Mammon and Beelie too if it's not too much trouble) for comfort. Like what they would do for a s/o who needed an emergency procedure or something. I would appreciate it 😭😭😭

S/O who needs Emergency Surgery

Oh gosh, I hope everything goes well 🫂 :( of course I'll write you something and I hope it manages to comfort you even if only a bit

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Beelzebub

Gn! Mc (you/yours)

Tags/Warnings: hospital/medical themes, surgery mention, sick reader, comfort, reader has longer hair or bangs (Beel)

Lucifer

If the news find him late, Lucifer feels his heart drop down drastically. He doesn't waste a second to get to where you are and hopes he can see you once more before you get carted into the surgery room

If you're with him at the time, Lucifer is already in his caring big brother Mode, worrying and taking care of you since you're not feeling well

He doesn't want to wait for the emergency vehicle to arrive, so he's driving you to the hospital yourself (or flying if possible)

Of course, Lucifer will also carry you if you want or need him to and when you get to the emergency station in the hospital, they already know he's the an who just called them to tell them you'd be there soon without him having to say anything

They would be quicker in accommodating you if they know in advance, he told you and sure enough, you don't have to wait long to be laid down on a hospital bed and get the medical attention you need

Lucifer is there by your side the whole time, holding your hand when you're on your way to the surgery room and kissing the back of it, whispering assurances just loud enough for you to hear him too

"You're so brave for me." "Everything will be fine." "I will be here when you wake up."

If there's still time before you have to get that surgery, Lucifer bring you anything you ask him to or at least organises others bringing you those things if it's something like clothes or a comfort item you forgot at home

He can read to you, tell you old stories of his brothers and him or just hold you in his arms if possible. Whatever you need, Lucifer wants to make sure you don't feel alone and that you won't feel too anxious about the upcoming procedure

If it helps, he can find out what exactly they will do and how it should help you, so that you don't feel like you're going in blindly without any idea what's going to happen while you're unconscious

While you're in surgery and after you got out and have to sleep off the rest of the anesthetic, Lucifer uses his time to organise everything so that you will be as comfortable as possible once you wake up

The sterile hospital room looks much more homely with your own blankets and your favorite flowers on the bedside table. There's even that picture of the brothers and you that you keep on your desk and the messages you got aren't overwhelming because Lucifer told them to keep it short. They could come see you once you were awake, so they didn't have to spam you with messages

The best thing however was seeing Lucifer once you woke up. He's so gentle and soft spoken, telling you to take it easy and calling in the nurse to check you over now that you've regained consciousness

He will take over helping you with anything like changing clothes or washing yourself, reluctantly letting the nurses take care of any bandages and such

Mammon

If he wasn't there when you and maybe those around you realised you needed medical attention asap, Mammon would feel so very very guilty for not being there. Even if he knows that it probably wouldn't have changed much and you'd still have to go to the hospital, Mammon wanted to be there for you when you need him. He'd run to were you are when he gets the news with such desperation that it's almost like he teleported

If however, you were close to him in that moment or perhaps in the same house, Mammon would be by your side in and instant and not leave you until you tell him to or he gets kicked out for trying to get into the surgery room with you

He will carry you if you want or need it, hold your hand and keep checking in with you

"Did it get worse?" "Can I do anything?" "Do you need some water?"

Barging into the emergency station of the hospital and demanding loudly that they give you the medical attention you need right this moment, was something you could have expected from Mammon

If you have the capacity to feel embarrassed in that moment, you can hide your face at least to not see all the attention fall on the two of you

Fair enough though, it makes the staff take care of you quickly. Finding you a bed and a room and figuring out what you need before scheduling a surgery as fast as possible (and needed, depending on what the issue is)

Mammon is a ball of anxious energy and when he's not able to be with you, he's gnawing on his fingernails, frowning and walking in circles. The urge to just try and get back into that surgery room again to at least see you was strong but considering it didn't work the first time and they were now in the middle of it, he'd only be interrupting or worse, surprising the doctors which could mean they may make a mistake and-

Yeah no, he needed to stay outside. He'd be there whenever you got out at least

If you still have some time together before the actual procedure and you're staying together in your hospital room, Mammon sits on a chair next to you and will try to help by distracting you any way you want

You can talk or he can just read you stories even if he's not the best at reading aloud or he can tell you all about this scheme he thought up or that movie he wants to watch with you...

If you're scared, Mammon will hug you (as much as possible) and let you tell him all about it. He doesn't really know what he can do but he at least promises you that he will be here, with you and that he's sure you will be better soon

By the time you wake up after the surgery, you can find Mammon sleeping in the chair next to your bed. He's sure to have a sore neck when he wakes up

There are messages from the brothers, royals, angels and other friends and family you may have and Mammon told his brothers to bring your favorite flowers and some clothes for you to change when you could. There was no way he would leave your side unless absolutely necessary and once he's awake, you know he will take care of you in any way you need

Beelzebub

Beel is someone who is overwhelmingly protective of those he loves and you're no exception. He feels as if he should keep you safe from anyone and anything and knowing that you need medical help and he can't do anything makes him feel helpless

Still, his mere presence next to you, his hand holding yours or brushing your hair from your forehead, is so soothing. Since he's not a demon of many words, Beel mostly takes to just staying by your side and answering anything you ask. Of course, he can also tell you stories to distract you if you ask him to do so. Mostly he tells you stories from the time they were in the Celestial Realm. Of Lilith and how different his brothers were and what was the same and all the shenanigans they got up to

It irks Beel that he cannot stay by your side when you finally go into surgery but he clenches his teeth and leaves to eat away his frustrations and anxiety over everything going well in there

He's not too far away however and takes food with him to eat while he waits for you to wake up

When you regain consciousness, you find him kneeling next to your bed, his hand holding yours while his head is laid on the mattress as he sleeps

Petting his head makes him wake up immediately and the way he fusses over you without hesitation makes you chuckle

"How do you feel?" "Do you want anything to eat? Do you crave something specific?" "Here's some water, you should drink." "I got you favorite snacks... I didn't eat half of them, so you can have them if you want."

If possible, Beel can even hold you in his arms now that you're awake again (please let him, he needs the reassurance that you're safe) and if you want, he will feed you too

Hospital food is horrible but don't worry, Beel will eat it for you so it doesn't go to waste and instead call someone to bring you something you actually like