Obey Me One Shots

Comfy ~ Belphegor

{Rewritten} 

Nausea twisted MC's stomach, the retching of their body only worsening the ache in their skull. A spinning blur filled their left eye. Groaning, they clutched at their hair in an attempt to keep it out of their deathly face. 

They were a pathetic sight. Sitting on their knees in the cramped bathroom, MC leaned over the toilet. The past hour had been a miserable dance from bed to bathroom at the ebb and flow of their stomach. 

MC eventually deemed this monster quelled and began the crawl back to their bed, lacking the strength to stand. It felt like someone had hit them with a bat, the pounding in their head only dwindling under a damp washcloth. 

Migraines sucked.

A soft light disrupted the solemn dark of the room. MC groaned loudly. Whoever had disturbed them seemed to take the hint, the door quickly shutting once more, but then the side of the bed sunk and a hand gently landed on their forehead. 

"Hey, how are you feeling?" The voice was cotton candy soft.

MC only moaned and waved their hand around, lazily trying to bat his away. 

"That bad?" 

They grunted in confirmation.

He laughed. "When was the last time you took anything?"

"I dunno. Couple hours?" MC grumbled. If he wasn't gonna leave, they might as well get pills out of it.

"Have you eaten anything?"

"Couldn't keep it down."

"How about water?"

"A little."

"Okay. I'll be right back, okay?" He asked. MC grunted again. They listened as the door closed, immediately rolling onto their side. They pushed their face into the pillow, groaning. 

They'd barely settled when the door opened again. MC rolled back over, carefully peeling the washcloth off their eyes. There, shrouded in dark and smiling softly, stood Belphegor, silver tray in hand.

"Morning, Sleeping Beauty." MC glared at him, prompting a laugh as he set the tray down on the side table. He handed them a couple of pain killers and a glass of water.

MC swallowed the pills, being careful not to jostle their head too much. Finishing off the water, they traded it for a different drink. This one hissed and popped at them, a sweet and earthy odor drifting from it. The bed sank beside them as they took the glass, Belphie settling down on the mattress.

The room was silent. It wasn't an awkward silence, he had helped them with migraines before, it was a peaceful one. Belphie was all too familiar with how sensitive MC became to sound and light. The slightest clink and that human could make even Lucifer quake in fear. 

As time went on, Belphegor had learned little tricks to help MC. He'd even gotten a mini fridge stocked with ginger ale special for them. 

"Any better?" He asked when they set the glass back on the nightstand.

"Not yet." They replied. Gently, his fingers brushed their hair away from their face and he took the washcloth from them, placing the damp fabric on the back of their neck. He cast them a sympathetic smile. MC pursed their lips slightly, wriggling to the side and lifting the blankets for him. Belphie shimmied into place. Almost immediately, MC leaned against him, forcing his back onto the pillows as they curled halfway onto his chest. They were rewarded with another chuckle and Belphie's hand came to rest on their upper back. 

The throbbing pain was starting to dull down enough for MC to relax. They felt the tension leave their shoulders and neck, the warmth of the demon and magic of the pain killers soothing them into rest. 

"Comfy?" He murmured, the hum of his voice breaking through the steady breathing.

"Mhm. Warm." MC purred and pulled the blanket up toward their nose, nuzzling further into the fabric. 

Belphie chuckled softly, the movement of his chest agitating MC. They slowly pulled their head up to shoot him a glare before returning to how they were, appeased by his smiling apology. It wasn't long before the dark in the room was inseparable from that behind MC's eyes as they drifted to sleep.

MC stretched, their drowsy muscles protesting. Soft, steady breathing told them Belphie had fallen asleep, his arm still wrapped loosely around their waist. MC wriggled and reached over the demon, taking a few more pain killers from the bottle and swallowing them. Their migraine had finally subsided, now only a dull ache remained. Nothing some ibuprofen can't fix. They rolled back to their side of the bed and pushed to their feet, making their way to the window. 

Drawing back the blackout curtains, light now shone through the star patterned curtains underneath and cast little constellations across the room. The violet covers shifted behind them, sounds of complaint drawing MC's attention back to the room. Belphegor had pulled the sheets over his head.

Padding lightly across the mattress, MC slid back into their spot and joined Belphegor again, which the demon took full advantage of. His head now lay on their stomach, purple hair strewn all about their torso. He had one hand on their stomach to support his head, one on his own leg. His chest rose and fell steadily. 

MC's fingers idly tangled in his hair. They hummed to him, relaxing back into the pillows. Their eyelids closed, an expression of bliss taking over their features. He was always such a cuddle bug when he was tired. Which was always. He was such a cuddle bug. A tender laugh left MC's throat at the thought. 

Belphegor shifted, his head pushing into MC's gut. They let out a groan, their attention returning to the demon. "Ow, dude."

"Sorry," He grumbled. He wasn't sorry. MC scoffed at him, landing a light hearted smack on his head before closing their eyes again. "You know, you're pretty comfy." He murmured, burying his face in their stomach. 

His head bobbed when they laughed. "Yeah?"

He hummed, wrapping his arms around their center and pulling his body over their leg, now laying parallel to them. "Mhm. Warm."

They chuckled again softly, ruffling his hair. "Goodnight, Belphie."

"Night, MC." He murmured.