Part 2 of the Fortification Series (based on thisrequest)
Genre: hurt/comfort, angst, some fluff
Written for a GN!MC, though the partner is written as male.
WC:~3k
TRIGGER WARNING: Each part contains graphic depictions of various types of abuse, please see specific content warnings for each individual part.
Cw: Emotional/verbal abuse, restrictive eating, forced dieting, fatphobia, discriminatory language toward fat people, negative self-talk and poor self-esteem, sexual abuse, depictions of the aftermath of sexual assault/rape, Lesson 16 spoilers, graphic violence and gore
Note: Though I do have a masters degree in Psychology and clinical training in treating survivors of abuse, I am not your therapist, nor is this fic intended to take the place of professional help. If you are experiencing any type of abuse, please seek support from a professional. Utilize the Victim Connect Resource Center to get connected to the appropriate helpline.
Request: hey gorgeous ! <3 i was wondering if i could request some writing about beelezbub or diavolo and a gn or fem mc and rough oral? or like deepthroating? the scenario is yours from there, whether it’s mc getting stuck under a desk, punished, etc? :)
A/N: I’ll do both!! I like these so i hope you do too!! I always feel like its been so long when I write and that makes my mood plummet but then i read the comments and reblogs over my other works and im like !!!
Beelzebub:
Beelzebub is insatiable in every sense of the way. He can never have enough; he can never be full and that feels like a curse on its own. Many think that it’s just hunger that affects him, but it’s everything. It’s how he wants to do it all. How he feels as if he needs to do it all. It’s you being by him and kissing him, and never being satisfied when you pull away. It’s him never wanting to let go of you when you grind above him smiling into the kiss. When you do pull away, he’s left hungry, starving as if he has never had the pleasure to ever consume what he wanted. He’s chasing after your lips, bringing you back into a kiss, feeling your shortened breaths, how you mumble his name through meshed lips. Feeling the way that you nip at him in an attempt to breathe and he’s apologizing, kissing at your neck and playing with the hem of your clothes. You’re pulling him close with his shirt that’s moist with sweat. He’s leaned against his bedroom wall, a hand searching blindly for the lock on the door and clicking it shut. His breath fans over your neck, pressing long, heavy kisses against you, suckling osftly on your senstive skin watching as your body squirms and arches towards him.
Your hands search for his waistband, dipping towards his crotch where you grab at his concealed erection. A hand holds you by the waist, nails scratching at the little skin that is visible between your shirt and your shorts. He breathes your name out like sin, hungry and wet as he tries to satisfy himself by just hearing the noises that you make every time he kisses your neck. You pull away and he lets out a scoff, trying to get you back to him, only to let you fall when you stand on your knees with your hands running up and down his thighs. The confines of his shorts grow tighter, unbearable even and he fears that he’ll have to buy a new pair if you don’t stop teasing him. His clothes pool around his ankles and he’s quick to kick them off to some far part of the room. Your hands touch his skin, curving around his thigh, and grabbing at his erection from the base. Pre-arousal drips out of him in gossamer strands, connecting thinly to his slit until they stain the floor beneath him.
His cockhead is thick enough on its own, the detailed tip lined with rides that you lick so eagerly, swirling your tongue over the slit and drinking in his semen. Your lips purse around his slit in a kiss and you suckle sweetly, cheeks hollowing just around his tip and it has him bucking into your mouth. Past his cockhed enters you without much warning, and you choke around him, coughing and pulling away as you look up at him with a smile that tells him he has nothing to worry about. Spit dribbles out the corner of your lips and your eyes shine with fresh tears. He has to calm himself. You’re already down on your knees on your violation, holding his shaft in your hand and pleasuring him. Your hand can hardly wrap around him, his girth bulging out and thickening around his curve. Your mouth wraps around his backing, cheeks bulging out as you peek up at him, pulling them deeper into your mouth. Suction noises fill the room and covering his mouth with his hand, begging under muffled breath that it feels too good, and to just suck on him. You pop him out of your mouth and your hand holds onto his thigh, and you give him a wide grin, your chin wet with spit.
Taking all of him is hard work. He curves and bulges out, the bumps that line down his cock, the swelling so near the tip stretching your mouth in a way that you voiced your concerns that your lips would split or jaw would break. He kissed away your concerns, but he always wondered if he’d even stop if you were in pain. Would he contain past your cry and slapping of his bare thigh? He’s certain that he would. Not out of malice, but just too stuck on searching for his own high. He’s lived a long time, and in the amount of years and partners that he has had, they can never hope to compare to you. He’s already so close when your mouth takes him, going down section by section. He can feel the graze of your teeth tickle at his cock, meeting every bump and vein with a sharp kiss. He holds the back of your head, taking short and labored breaths with every inch of cock that disappears down your throat. Your mouth is full, already bulging and he’s barely past halfway when you’ve stopped, choking and bobbing your head, tongue swirling on the underside of his cock.
With the sounds that you’re already making, he knows he has to calm himself. He knows that he should be kind to you; treat you like you are porcelain, but he can’t help himself. It won’t be long, he’s already reaching his high, but you’re much too slow. His hand holds the crown of your head, hair knitted between his fingers and can feel the short, shuddering stop of your breath, and your eyes that peer past your lashes. With eyes glazed over, he smiles down at you, and bucks his hips forward. You gag, a wet sound that fills his ears and echoes in his head. Your mouth is still small, something of you that can’t be stretched like your sex, and it feels so good to feel that resistance, to feel your throat close around him. He thrusts quickly, meeting you at a fast pace that you aren’t quite ready for. This is mean of him, but he can’t stop, he’s insatiable, he just has to reach his high once and then he’ll pull away. He just needs to commit how you wrap so tight around him, how you choke and gag because of him, how you cry and look up at him with tears and a flushed face. Your hand meets his and he quickly intertwines with you, holding and feeling every squeeze of your hand while you cry beneath him, drool falling onto your chest, and making it that much easier to slip further down your throat. He holds himself still, buried to the hilt, seeing how your eyes close tightly and finally he pulls out, spit and semen connecting to your tongue. You cough harshly, rattling your ribs and spraying spit and seed onto the floor. He lifts you with ease and you run your nose along his collarbone, your hand curving around his neck and hiding your reddened face. He lays you on the bed, already making work of removing your shorts, and tongue already entering your entrance at a fast pace.
Diavolo:
There’s far too much paperwork to be done, least of all finished today and as the clock ticks closer and closer to midnight, Diavolo is already exhausted, leaning back onto his chair, legs spread and hand covering his eyes. He wonders for a brief moment if having an assistant would be a good investment. The door to his office opens and by your footsteps, he can tell that it’s you. You talk without asking him what’s gotten him in such a sorrowful position, and perhaps it’s because you already know. It’s not as if he prefers to be locked up in his office. Your hands curve over his shoulders, and your nose brushes along his cheek. His hand drags down his face and you move back, and he can feel your breath against his knuckles as he turns to look at you. Your smile isn’t soft, it isn’t the usual giddiness that you have when you see him- it’s different, more perverse if he were to guess.
Before he’s able to ask you a question, you’ve scampered beneath his desk, your hands on his clothed thighs and energy surges through him. His pants pool around his ankles and before his briefs can join, your hands slide up his bare thighs with your fingertips under the dark cloth. You kiss at his thighs, soft, and quick, peppering upwards, your nose brushing along his base as you kiss at his package. You’ve nestled at his cock, kissing it through the cloth as your hands cup over his pubic bone. He’s already hard, pre-arousal staining his briefs in a dark color that’s barely able to be differentiated. He’s calling your name and your hand cups around his shaft, messily jerking him off as he tips his head back. The pleasure is weak, but compared to his stress, he’s letting out heavy breaths, hoping that it’ll urge you to quicken your pace, to finally take him in your warm mouth.
He knows that he’s bigger than average- bigger than the average human and demon. He’s an intimidating size and he isn’t shy about it, he’s proud in a humble way, smiling softly at you, watching as you press your lips against the cloth, looking up at him with such an amorous gaze. His hand tucks under your chin, and with a soft raise, you’re looking up at him. You’re teasing him and it’s so cruel of you. All of this light touches just to get him riled up, to buck into your touch and beg for you. You know his position, just how much power he truly has. He’s a demon born, feared and powerful, and yet, you’re the one who acts like you’re in control. He calls your name in a warning tone, tutting at you for playing with him, and when he leans back to his chair, your hands are making quick work to remove him of his clothes. He springs in front of you, his erection leaking with pearlescent beads that glint under the light of his office and you’re quick to kiss at his cock, worshiping it like he should be. You take it in your hands to kiss him, to have the flat of your tongue leave a wet strip from his package to his slit where the arousal slides down your throat in honeyed strands. You make a noise of approval, smiling and taking his tip into your mouth to taste him once more.
Your lips wrap around his head in a kiss and you pull back, kissing down his shaft, tongue tracing over the ridges and bumps, and he’s looking down at you with a soft, waiting smile. The tip of your tongue traces over his veins, a hand wrapped around his base- or at least what you can fit into your palm. He calls your name and you squeeze your hand around him in acknowledgement, moving back to his cockhead, and when you look back up at him, your eyes widen when his palm meets the back of your head in a firm hold. You suck in a quick breath and quickly, he guides you down his cock, taking every section, every inch and ridge, pushing past the sweet, gagging noises that you make. It’s such an ugly, erotic sound that it only pushes you further down his cock.
There was a time when you looked at him with awe, and his cock with fear, wondering how you could ever fit him inside of you, and he made sure with proper care, that he would fit inch by inch, feeling your entrance tighten around him as you squealed, pinching your nails into his skin, muttering about how it hurts, but he never wanted to pull out, he’d just rub your sex and kissed you until you were shaking under him. Now is no different. You gag and cry, tears and drool sticking to your skin and not once does he catch your eye. Diavolo guides your movements, making sure that you take a little bit more of him with every thrust. He’s sure that if you were on your back, he’d be able to see the outline of his cock in your throat, bulging and pushing past what should be normal. The pace isn’t quick, but he certainly is the one who is in control, pushing you further and further your limits, cursing under his breath as your nails scratch into his thighs and he keeps you buried, your nose pressed against his pubic mound, teeth bared and grounded as he releases his seed into your mouth, and it burns down your throat. When you pull away, your face is flushed and wet with tears, drool, and arousal. You cough and his seed spits onto the floor. You sound ragged. Under the desk, you sit in an awkward position with your legs spread and taking heavy breaths as drool drips onto your shirt. And he can smell your own arousal, can practically hear how your sex beats in anticipation for something more.
ss Oh good lord MC, what have you gotten yourself into now?
You had a huge crush on the Avatar of Gluttony, and it was fairly obvious to everyone but him. You would often go out of your way to “just hang out” with him, you would ask him what he wanted from a vending machine if you were using it, you would even look up the best restaurants in Devildom to take him there. Yet this dense boy still thought you were just so incredibly nice. But he’s cute so it’s ok.
After getting some advice from Asmo on how to make him like you more, you were setting up the kitchen to attempt some Deviled Spider Eggs. (Just look at these if you don’t know what Deviled Eggs are.)This was a delicacy in Devildom, and you were sure Beel was going to love it. The problem was that you had never touched a frying pan in your life, but it can’t be that hard, right?
Wrong.
How did you manage to burn the spider eggs? You were supposed to boil them, not fry them. Now you can’t turn them into little boats! Even if you could, how are you supposed to get the yolk out now? You couldn’t save the first batch, but you didn’t have it in you to throw it in the trash. So you just left the fried eggs on a plate on the counter beside you, thinking that maybe you could save them or mix them with something else.
The next two batches didn’t go so well either. While you did manage to boil the eggs this time, you cut them in half horizontally instead of vertically so they were always falling over and rolling around, getting the goop everywhere on the plate. The third batch wasn’t too bad, except that you had somehow mixed paprika with chili powder, so your taste test almost made you down the entire goat milk carton in the fridge. You were so busy working on your fourth batch of Deviled Spider Eggs that you didn’t even notice the red-haired demon coming up behind you.
“What are you making, MC?” You nearly jumped high enough to hit the ceiling at those words as you whipped around and saw the huge and curious Beelzebub standing almost right behind you. His purple eyes were darting between the failed batches next to you and your deer-in-headlights expression.
“B-Beel! Hi! What are you doing here?” You managed to say to which he raises an eyebrow.
“Um, getting food?” Of course he was, he was the Avatar of Gluttony. You internally facepalmed at your previous words and opted to block the sight of your most recent batch of Deviled Spider Eggs with your body. You stood up straighter and hid your hands behind your back, hopefully obscuring your surprise snack for the demon.
He wasn’t even paying attention to your movements, his eyes on your other failed attempts. They were mostly unrecognizable from the picture of the recipe you had seen on Devilgram, so you hoped those batches wouldn’t give away your surprise.
“Can I have those?” He pointed and you nodded. He started wolfing down the failed eggs as you took the distraction as an opportunity to work more on your most recent batch. You were certain this would be the most perfect dish you had ever attempted to make; you had boiled the eggs, you had cut them in half vertically, and you made sure you had used paprika this time. Everything seemed perfect until you noticed that the previous batches had already been devoured and Beel was now watching you sprinkle the paprika on the giant spider eggs. “Are those Deviled Spider Eggs?”
“Umm…yes? I’ve been trying to practice my cooking so I started with these. Were the other ones ok?” You didn’t want him to know your feelings just yet, so you avoided telling him why you had been practicing your cooking.
“The other ones were nice, but thoselook perfect!” His eyes only left the food to give you a big smile. You could feel your face heat up as you looked back at the eggs you had spent hours trying to perfect. They certainly looked somewhat close to the ones you had seen on Devilgram, but Beel complimenting them made them seem even better now.
“Want to help me taste test? I don’t think I can eat all of them on my own.” You offered, to which he nodded excitedly and immediately reached for the nearest delicacy. He popped several in his mouth at a time while you grabbed one and nommed on it. It tasted like one of those Deviled Eggs you had eaten in the human world, with some added unknown flavor from the spider eggs. Needless to say, it tasted amazing. Before you had even eaten three, Beel had finished the other ones with a satisfied grin on his face.
When you asked if they tasted ok to him, he looked over to you with a big grin on his face and nodded. “Those were amazing. Are you going to practice cooking again soon?”
You laughed at how cute his excited face was and said, “ If it means you’ll help me taste test whatever it is, of course I will!”
Asmodeus would often tell him that when food is beautiful, it tastes better. Something that Beelzebub had called dumb, that the presentation doesn’t change it yet maybe it just wasn’t the case with food.
Because there was something about you, maybe even everything yet he couldn’t keep it that simple. If he related it to what his brother had said about food, then it would just be your “presentation” not the inside “taste” of who you were past that. So this presentation, how you were plated, was delicious on it’s own yet when backed by the taste of who you were, a delicacy was created. A food that was meant only to be loved and looked at, not to be eaten like cake support made from rice krispies instead of the plush fluff it could be believed as.
A delight, bread shared between multiple cultures, to be commonplace and known by every baker close to any heat to prove your truth. Your grace, the ideal look of your eyes when you were happy, how your fingers looked cross hatched with his own. However, just like how they could not gain a place that belonged to him you were not a recipe to be followed, impossible to yield the same beautiful result of delicacy.
The ideas of relating you to baking certainly made sense in his brain on how food looks would make it taste better just like its certain that your kisses and smiles are much better directed at him. Yet he could go further, Beelzebub could relate you to more despite this uniqueness he had come to terms with. You could be soup really, and the best he decided you were. Perfect at keeping him warm, from his cheeks to how content he felt on the inside after a bowl while sick.
A word, three even,, came to mind when he thought of this journaling. Well-rounded, but most of all, perfect.
Summary: Beelzebub’s feelings change as MC continues to stop him from ransacking the fridge.
Main characters/Ship: Beelzebub x MC
Other characters: Belphegor
Word count: ~1.2k
Warnings: A bit of angst and Beel being threatening at first
The first time it happened, Beelzebub was rather irritated. There stood the human, who had just started living with him and his brothers for the year-long RAD exchange program, holding their ground in front of the refrigerator in an effort to prevent him from acquiring the food within it. Despite their determined, steady gaze, their body betrayed them, quivering slightly while they stared down the Avatar of Gluttony.
“Move,” Beelzebub commanded them a second time, losing his patience from the continued hunger pangs in his stomach.
MC shook their head. “Sorry, but I can’t. You’re not allowed to eat the food in here.”
“Not allowed?” Beelzebub questioned them, his anger growing. “Would you rather I eat you instead?”
A chill shot down the human’s spine from the demon’s words coupled with his deepened frown. Even so, they continued to serve as a barrier, like they were guarding someone defenseless and important to them. “N-No, but–”
“Butwhat?” he asked. “What makes you think you can tell me what I can and can’t do?”
MC swallowed the saliva that had built up in their mouth nervously, mustering up the courage to answer firmly. “Lucifer told me to stop you if you tried to raid the fridge. He’s the one who said you’re not allowed to eat everything in it since we just had dinner.”
The order from the eldest demon brother was enough to hold Beelzebub back from devouring the human who was stubbornly blocking his path. The mouth-watering food calling to his stomach from within the fridge would have to wait until they left their post later on. Fortunately, he had enough snacks stashed in his room to tide him over for a short while.
“Fine,” he surrendered reluctantly. “I’ll leave then.”
Beelzebub thought it would be a once and done thing, but confusion grew on top of his frustration each afternoon and evening when he found MC stationed in the same spot to protect the contents of the fridge from his hungry hands. Why did they keep doing this? No matter what strategy he used, like turning into his demon form to scare them or even forcibly moving them aside, the human always came back with the same fiery resistance. The thought of simply adding them to his mental list of foods to eat crossed his mind each time he saw them, but the consequences that would come from Lucifer and Lord Diavolo for doing so weren’t worth it to him. So, he’d continue to either bide his time until they exited the kitchen or try to convince them to let him pass, which usually resulted in him having to come back later.
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“Please, MC?” Beelzebub requested with sad eyes one afternoon. “I’m still really hungry. I don’t know if I can last until dinner.”
After getting to know them and ultimately forming a pact with them, Beelzebub had gotten used to the routine of being stopped by MC when he wanted more food after lunch and dinner each day, feeling more neutral about the whole thing than any other negative emotion these days. He even was comfortable enough with them to attempt pleading tactics.
MC’s resolve faltered at the sight, but they quickly pulled themself together. “I’m sorry, Beel, but you know I can’t let you touch anything in the fridge.”
The demon almost appeared teary-eyed from their response, managing to make the human’s stomach knot with guilt. Now that they had become friends, they felt bad about not letting him eat when he was so hungry, but they also knew that the moment they stepped aside, there would be no food left to prepare dinner. It had become an inner conflict for them, but they stuck true to their mission to keep Beelzebub out of the fridge at these specific times until the exchange program ended. Therefore, they had created a backup plan for when he was famished like this.
“Maybe this will help?” MC fished out a comfort candy from their pocket and offered it to Beelzebub. “As long as you don’t bite on it, it should last for a bit.”
His eyes widened in surprise before relaxing into a friendly stare. “Thanks, MC. You’re the best.”
The Avatar of Gluttony did take advantage of this kindness whenever he encountered the human in the kitchen, but as time went on, the routine evolved into special time that he got to spend with them. Rather than getting free snacks from them, he started inviting them out to places where they could eat together, like Hell’s Kitchen or Madam Scream’s. MC wouldn’t have to guard the fridge if he wasn’t even in the house and had something else to eat, he reasoned with them. Also, food began to taste better than usual whenever he shared it with MC, prompting him to persuade the human to join him all the more. Eventually, the two of them started doing other activities together, like working out, seeing a movie, going to shops that they liked, checking out events being held in town, or even just chatting together in the comfort of the kitchen–anything that allowed them to enjoy each other’s company. Soon enough, these regularly scheduled meetings with MC became Beelzebub’s favorite parts of the day.
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Beelzebub stood quietly in front of the refrigerator, making no attempt to move closer or even reach for the door handle, which left a noticeable gap between him and the large kitchen appliance. His stomach growled in protest, demanding for something to satisfy it yet knowing that the unprotected food a short step away from him wouldn’t be enough. Something else was missing. He already understood what it was, but that only made the pain inside worse. What once had blocked his path was finally gone, and instead of bringing him joy, it created an even bigger pit of emptiness within him.
He hadn’t noticed the added presence in the kitchen until a hand rested on his shoulder. He turned to look at his twin brother, who stared back at him sympathetically.
“I know,” Belphegor said. “It’s been a week since MC went back to the human world, but it still feels weird not having them around. They really left their mark on all of us, huh?”
Beelzebub nodded in agreement, allowing silence to fill the room once again. He could picture MC in front of him, with that determined expression that, over time, became a cheery one whenever they saw him enter the kitchen. He was tempted to smile back at them as he usually did before the image faded from his vision.
“When do you think we’ll see them again?” he asked, his eyes still fixed ahead.
“Not sure,” the younger twin admitted. “…But I know we will at some point.”
The reassuring statement brightened Beelzebub’s mood somewhat. “Yeah, you’re right.”
“Until then,” Belphegor added, “at least we get to talk with them on the phone. Speaking of which, it’s my turn to call them today. Want to join me? I bet they’ll be happy to hear your voice.”
The offer pulled Beelzebub’s lips into a wide, excited grin and removed his hunger pangs entirely. “I’d like that. Thanks, Belphie.”
How would the demon brothers respond to MC kissing them unexpectedly?
MC stood within the entrance hall of HoL, waiting for the demon brother they had agreed to walk to RAD with that morning. The sound of their name falling from his lips prompted them to look toward the stairs as he descended them. He was eager to get going before any of the other brothers noticed the two of them together, but MC stopped him in his tracks. There was something the human couldn’t wait to do upon seeing him.
“You’re missing something,” MC pointed out.
The demon glanced over his uniform in confusion. Although there were quite a few pieces to it, he was certain he remembered to put on every article of the attire. Before he could ask what they were referring to, he felt MC’s hands cup his face to bring him in for a gentle kiss.
“There,” MC said once they parted from him, “now you’re all ready to go.”
Lucifer had been completely caught off-guard by MC’s bold action, his wide eyes and the light red color that dusted his cheeks ruining his ever-serious composure. How did this human still manage to be unpredictable to him after all this time? He was grateful no one else was around to witness this moment of weakness, lest they find out how much MC truly affected him. He straightened his posture while clearing his throat and then ushered MC out of HoL with him. “Next time I’m missing something like that, make sure you tell me somewhere no one could disturb us. For instance, I believe we left some paperwork in the student council room yesterday. Why don’t we head there first to take care of it before classes start?” The telling grin on his face and the long strides he took while holding MC’s hand on their walk to RAD made it clear that he had every intention of not only returning their kiss, but also surprising them with several of his own that would leave them wanting more.
Mammonwas a stuttering mess for the first few seconds after MC broke apart from the kiss. Wh-Where did that come from?! And how can he get more of it?! He grabbed MC’s hand to tug them back before they could reach the front door. Although his eyebrows were furrowed and his tone was harsh, the vibrant flush of his cheeks proved that he wasn’t actually upset. “Hey, ya can’t just walk away after pullin’ a fast one on me like that! Listen, I get that ya like me this much and all, ’cause, I mean, why wouldn’t ya? But that doesn’t mean you can kiss me outta nowhere! …A-At least, well, not without me gettin’ enough time to kiss ya back… Wh-What I mean is, you’re gonna have to compensate me for this! So, after classes are over, you’re spendin’ the rest of the day with me, got it?!” Mammon kept eyeing MC’s lips as they spoke on their walk to RAD–the memory and tingling sensation of their kiss still fresh–until he ended up pulling them aside to kiss them himself, unable to wait until their alone time together after school.
Leviathan thought his heart was going to burst from how fast it was beating from MC’s unexpected kiss. If not that, then he’d definitely pass out from the intense heat that radiated from his face and even stretched throughout the rest of his body. Sure, he was overjoyed from the “normie-like” gesture, but seriously, they needed to stop being affectionate without warning! Were they trying to kill him?! He still had so many anime on his watchlist and games that he had to complete 100% before could die! Overwhelmed, he hid his face in his hands. “D-Don’t tease me like that, MC! I’m about to collapse here! Hahh… Go easy on me, would you? B-But, uh, th-thanks for giving me what I was missing.” All he could think about for the rest of the day was that kiss and how he wished some of MC’s confidence would pass on to him so that he could one day kiss them that smoothly as well. Fortunately, he had gotten himself so worked up about it that the only way to get it off his mind was to quickly kiss MC while they were hanging out in his room that night.
Satan could feel his breath hitch in his throat, remaining stuck there even for a short time after MC’s lips left his. He’d read phrases about how someone could “take your breath away” many times in novels, but he never understood how it was possible until he grew closer to MC–and this particular moment was a prime example of how they did it to him. He didn’t stay stunned for long, choosing to cup the human’s face in return to prevent them from moving further away. “Hold on, MC. You’re missing a few things, too, you know. Like here.” A kiss to their forehead. “Here.” A kiss to their nose. “Here and here.” A kiss to both of their cheeks. “And, most importantly, right here.” A final, longer kiss to their lips. “Hm, I think we’re both good to go now, wouldn’t you say? Feel free to remind me again if I’m missing something in the future.” He acted like nothing happened on their walk to RAD, but in the back of his mind, he kept picturing their expression after his last kiss, pleased that he was able to take the human’s breath away like they always could with him.
Asmodeusloved this side of MC, the one that initiated affection with him and made him feel weak in the knees just from a simple touch. (Of course, he loved every part of MC, but getting a kiss from them when he’s typically the one giving it was always so special to him.) Despite the countless number of kisses he’s received in his lifetime, they paled in comparison to the thrill and love he experienced from each of MC’s. His smile stretched from ear to ear when the human stepped back to look at him. He then trapped them in his embrace and squished the two of their faces together. “Oooh, MC, you’re just the cutest thing!! As beautiful as I am, I’m never fully dressed without one of your kisses! Say, can we do this every morning? Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re adorned with my kisses, too! Like this!” He proceeded to move his hands to their face to place his lips on MC’s again, but this time more deeply. Satisfied (for now), he walked hand-in-hand with them to RAD, fingers intertwined and a giddy expression glued on his face the whole way there.
Beelzebub was a little confused initially, but when MC broke away with a smile, he quickly understood that this was just another way of them showing their love for him. His features softened as a fuzzy warmth filled his stomach. He was thinking about grabbing a snack from the kitchen before they both left, but now he didn’t really need it anymore. Only MC had the power to make him feel this way–so full of a type of bliss that could dull any hunger pang. “Thanks, MC. You knew just what I needed.” His expression grew nervous while a light blush crept on his cheeks. “Can I…kiss you, too? The more I think about it, the more I really want to. Is that okay?” With their permission, Beel brought them in for another kiss on their lips. “Heheh, now you’re all ready to go, too. Let’s do this again the next time we walk to RAD together.” In truth, after that time, he ended up asking MC almost every day if they wanted to go to school with him, eager for another one of their kisses and to spend some time alone with them.
Belphegor was still a bit drowsy after making sure he woke up in time to go to RAD with MC that morning, but the human’s kiss managed to take the lingering sleepiness out of his body completely. He blinked a few times after MC moved back, his hand rising to his mouth to graze his fingertips over where their lips once were. It was a pleasant kind of shock; perhaps this was how those fairytale characters who were awoken with a kiss felt. He chuckled at the thought as he returned to his senses. “Did you do that just to wake me up? Or were you hoping to get away with it because I was tired? Either way, now that it’s happened, I don’t want to stop there. What do you say we skip classes today and hide out in the attic to kiss in between naps? …Oh, all right, we’ll go to RAD…if you give me another kiss before we leave.” For the rest of the day, Belphie periodically asked MC for more kisses to help him get through his classes and finish his homework, relishing each one he could get out of them.
Merry Christmas (Eve)!! As a special gift to you all, and a big thanks for over 550 followers, please enjoy this long snippet with all the characters (minus Luke and the three newest ones) sharing a kiss with MC under the mistletoe! Since each part got pretty long, I broke it up into bullet points for easier reading. I really hope you enjoy this! =) ❤️
How would everyone respond to being under the mistletoe with MC?
It was the holiday season, and after a trip to the human world, Diavolo had enthusiastically decided to celebrate some of its traditions in the Devildom. The festivities were held at the Demon Lord’s Castle, where the interior was decorated with various holiday items that intrigued the demon prince enough to bring back from the human world. MC and Solomon had to explain most of the holiday traditions and the purpose behind the different decorations to the demons and two angel exchange students, but the whole celebration made the two of them feel a little less homesick.
Everything was going well until Luke noticed a sprig of mistletoe hanging from one of the doorways and questioned MC about it. They explained to the innocent angel that there’s a tradition where if two people walk under a mistletoe, then they’re supposed to kiss each other as a sign of love. They asked him not to tell anyone else about the practice, though, since it could cause a stir anytime someone walked under it. Plus, it was just an old tradition, not something anyone had to follow. Luke promised to keep it a secret, but someone else had already overheard their conversation.
Later on, while everyone was opening gifts, MC left briefly to use the restroom. On their way back, they suddenly ran into someone just as they were passing underneath the doorway with the mistletoe. They glanced nervously between the mistletoe and the face of the individual they bumped into.
Lucifer
Lucifer exhibited his typical serious expression after MC’s bodily impact, but on the inside, he was full of pride by how well everything in his plan had fallen into place. After overhearing MC’s explanation about mistletoe to Luke, he came up with a few ways that he could be alone with the human underneath the mistletoe. Their trip to the restroom worked with one of his ideas, so when he thought MC would be on their way back, he excused himself from the group gift exchange under the guise of “needing some air from all my brothers’ nonsense.” It was shortly thereafter that he came across MC at the exact time they were approaching the doorway with the mistletoe.
He initially acted oblivious to their nervousness while he explained why he had left the others for a bit, secretly enjoying the look on their face, but he soon pointed out how they kept peeking up above them. Even if MC tried to brush it off, Lucifer was insistent they tell him exactly why they were so distracted by a tiny plant decoration. “Perhaps it has to do with the tradition humans have about kissing underneath one?” he wondered aloud, pleased by their surprised reaction and the blush that followed it when he moved closer to them. “We’ve been following all of the other practices you and Solomon have taught us about tonight, so I don’t see why this should be an exception. What do you think?”
Once MC consented to it, he added with a grin, “Very well. Consider it an extra gift from me then.” He gripped their chin between his thumb and index finger and placed his other hand on their shoulder to keep them in place as he pressed his lips onto theirs. He let it be known that this was his kiss, asserting the most control during it, although the kiss also revealed how much he had been craving MC’s touch. He broke apart from them a little early just to feel their lips chase after his–well, and also because the last thing he wanted was for Diavolo or someone else to suddenly walk in on the two of them. “Hm? Was that not enough for you?” he inquired, a smirk playing on his lips. “In that case, when we return home tonight, we can continue this in my room. After all, I don’t need to use some plant hanging above us as an excuse to kiss you.”
Mammon
Mammon also had this encounter planned out, and it surprisingly worked out almost exactly like he wanted it to! He had left the others behind by complaining that MC was taking too long in the restroom and needed to go check on them. Then, he waited near the doorway until he heard them coming. However, he got distracted by a painting on the wall that he thought could sell for a high profit, which caused MC to crash into him.
He started telling them to watch where they were going but fell short when he noticed their glances at the mistletoe and remembered why he was there in the first place. He cleared his throat and tried to put on his usual bravado, saying, “Well, I’m in a good mood, so I guess I can forgive ya for crashin’ into me. Though, I mean, ya could do somethin’ to make it up to me. Like, maybe…” Now he was the one looking back and forth between MC and the mistletoe, his blush growing more visible by the second. When MC asked him if he knew about the mistletoe custom, he adamantly denied it, his tsundere personality taking over until he finally admitted to overhearing their conversation with Luke.
He’d gotten himself too worked up now to initiate anything, so MC had to grab his face and give him a quick kiss on the lips. His face could’ve rivaled a ripe tomato with how red it was from the sudden action. “H-Hold on, I was supposed to do that!” he argued, wrapping his arms around MC’s waist to prevent them from retreating. “‘Sides, ya call that a kiss? C’mere, I’ll show ya a real kiss.” Mammon immediately dove in for a long, deep kiss with MC. His greediness for them required him to move one hand to the back of their head to stop them from dipping too far back. He especially enjoyed it when MC returned his energy, making him hold back a bit so they could lead more instead. Once they both broke apart for air, Mammon rested his forehead on MC’s. “I like ya so much it’s crazy, MC,” he murmured. “I just can’t get enough of ya. Let’s stay here a little longer, until my brothers come lookin’ for us. I don’t wanna let ya go yet.”
(Forget the expensive painting, he definitely stole the mistletoe to make sure no one else could use it to kiss MC–and to keep as a memento…and maybe future use.)
Leviathan
Leviathan was just as startled as MC when they bumped into each other. He was playing through a limited time holiday event on one of his mobile games and was so absorbed in it that he hadn’t heard the human’s approaching footsteps. In fact, it was because of his inattentiveness and frequent exclamations while playing this game that the others decided to temporarily kick him out during the gift exchange, which left him wandering the halls–still on his phone–until he was allowed to return.
He began to explain this to MC–and how normies could never understand how important these kinds of game events are to obtain special loot–but got annoyed when their focus kept drifting upward. A strange noise escaped his mouth when he realized they were looking at the mistletoe hanging over both of them, his mind recalling its purpose from MC’s discussion with Luke. He became far more flustered about the situation than the human was. “I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to be under the mistletoe with you!” he declared, starting to ramble. “I heard you say it’s a human world thing to kiss someone under it, b-but that’s not why I was here! And, I mean, of course you wouldn’t want to be forced to kiss a yucky shut-in otaku; who could blame you? And honestly, that’s fine, because this sort of thing is totally something only normies would do! Though, I wouldn’t mind being able to kiss y– Gahhh, n-nevermind!! Why are you still standing there anyway?! Shouldn’t you have left by now?!”
When MC admitted to Levi that they wouldn’t mind kissing him, his face turns an even darker shade of red than it already was. “R-Really?!” he questioned them doubtfully despite feeling on cloud nine from their words. “You want to kiss me? You’re not messing with me, are you? I don’t need your pity, if that’s what this is!” MC had to give him a quick peck on the lips just to prove their sincerity–and shut him up for a bit. Hoo boy, there had to be steam coming out of Levi’s ears from that simple action. Finally convinced that they were serious, he grabbed MC by the shoulders and practically crashed his lips into theirs, for if he took it too slowly, he’d psych himself out and wouldn’t have been able to do it at all. It was a short kiss since he’s inexperienced, and he couldn’t get himself to relax until the last few moments. He then turned away and attempted to hide his bright blush behind the back of his hand. “U-Um, sorry if it wasn’t good,” he apologized meekly. “I would’ve liked it to be more like the ones you see in anime, but– Um– Listen, I really like being able to kiss you, MC, so I promise I’ll get better, okay?”
(If MC suggests trying again right then and there, he might just collapse. But once he recovers, he’ll go for it.)
Satan
Satan felt fortunate that he got to learn about an intriguing human world tradition that he could actually use to his advantage over the rest of his brothers. Some time after MC had left for the restroom, he convinced the others that the human may have gotten lost on the way back and that he would go look for them. This plan ended up working since most of his brothers bickered that they should be the one to look for MC while he remained calm and rational (on the outside), which prompted Lucifer and Diavolo to agree that Satan could go find MC. He sighed while walking down the hallway, exasperated from his brothers’ annoying arguments over something so minor, only to accidentally collide with the human he was looking for.
He apologized to them for his lack of awareness, but they were more concerned with what was above them. He glanced up as well and was somewhat shocked that they both happened to meet up directly under the mistletoe. “Well, isn’t that something?” he noted aloud with a grin. “I was hoping to catch you here, but not quite like this.” When they asked what he meant, he replied, “You see, I just so happened to hear that there’s a practice in the human world where if two people are found underneath a mistletoe, which just so happens to be the plant hanging over our heads, then they must kiss each other. Care to elaborate on the topic?” He laughed lightly at their startled reaction before explaining himself. “I was thinking,” he then said, “since you’re the human world expert, maybe you could educate me on how this custom is done? For the purpose of expanding my knowledge…and having the chance to kiss you.”
After receiving MC’s approval, Satan rested one hand on their cheek and positioned the other on their waist to carefully bring them toward him. Any frustration he was feeling earlier melted away through their kiss, gradually making his movements even softer. He held MC like they were the most precious object in existence, and in this moment, they made him feel like he was truly his own person–not a fragment of a fallen angel or the embodiment of wrath. Once the kiss was over, he grasped the hand MC had on his face and turned his head to press a gentle kiss to their palm. “I never liked the idea of being vulnerable around others, but with you, MC,” he remarked, “I feel I can let my walls down completely. I hope you can feel the same way with me. Oh, and thank you for this learning experience.”
Asmodeus
Asmodeus was full of smiles, as MC had fallen right into his trap. He’d kiss himself at how smart he was and how well he timed this, if he could! Well, he could in the mirror, but that would have to wait. “Hi, MC~!” he greeted them cheerfully. “I wasn’t expecting to bump into you here. What are the odds? Perhaps we’re just naturally drawn to each other, hm~?”
He tried to play innocent, saying he was on his way to freshen up in the restroom, but MC noticed him looking up at the mistletoe more often than they were. Soon enough, he admitted to having heard them talk about the human world tradition of kissing underneath the mistletoe. “I was hoping we could experience this special custom together,” he explained, his cheeks becoming rosy. “So, MC, will you let me kiss you?”
Once MC gave their consent, he brought his hands to their face and whispered for them to come closer, slowly decreasing the distance between each other until their lips finally touched. The kiss was gentle at first–with Asmo initially taking the lead to test MC’s comfort level–and gradually grew as passionate as MC allowed it. Somewhere along the way, Asmo moved one of his hands to MC’s lower back to ensure they stayed as close to him as possible. Even when they both separated, he kept a firm hold on MC, his thumb stroking their cheek as he studied their expression. “I could kiss you forever and never grow tired of it, MC,” he said, staring deeply into their eyes. “It must be because of how much I love you, and because of how great your love feels whenever I’m with you. …Say, since we’re still under the mistletoe, does that mean we can kiss again? We may as well, right?”
(He also totally stole the mistletoe later for future use with MC, regardless of what time of year it is.)
Beelzebub
Beelzebub looked at MC with concern and asked if they were okay after bumping into him. Upon confirming that they were fine, he grinned warmly at them in relief. He explained that he was on his way to the kitchen to find something to eat while Barbatos was distracted with the gifts. He was about to ask MC if they wanted to join him, but he noticed they seemed distracted by something.
He followed their gaze up to the mistletoe and let out a soft, “Oh.” He then told them that he had heard their explanation to Luke about kissing under a mistletoe, sending a light blush to both his and MC’s faces. “I…want to do that,” he admitted. “With you. Can I, MC?”
When they agreed, Beel’s expression softened from their words, his lower eyelids wrinkling slightly from the smile that had formed. His hands rested on the human’s shoulders to keep them in place as he leaned in toward them. The touch of his lips on theirs was soft and delicate, revealing his fear that he might hurt them if he wasn’t careful. He felt MC wrap their arms around his neck to pull him closer in order to ease his worries, and he finally began to relax and deepen the kiss. After the two of them pulled apart, Beel had a loving, giddy smile on his face as he gazed at MC. “Your kisses are the best, MC,” he remarked. “They always make me feel full, in both my stomach and my heart.”
(Even so, he definitely ate the mistletoe before they both returned to the others. Come on, it had berries; how could he resist?)
Belphegor
Belphegor had actually fallen asleep against the siding of the doorway, only to be woken up abruptly by MC running into him. He was groggy and grumpy at first, but once he heard the human’s voice asking if he was okay and what he was even doing there, he regained his senses. As he straightened his posture, he told them that he was getting bored at the group gift exchange without them around, so he had decided to leave for a bit until they returned but fell asleep along the way.
There was a mischievous glint in his eyes while he pointed out the mistletoe above them, and a smirk formed on his lips when he noticed them tense in response. “What’s wrong, MC?” he teased, inching closer to them. “You seem kind of worked up about this little bunch of leaves. Is it because the two of us are underneath it right now?” He chuckled at their reaction to his claim and then admitted to overhearing them talk about mistletoe with Luke. “But since we’re here,” he continued, “we may as well kiss, right? I mean, I’d like to anyway, even if there wasn’t a tradition.”
As soon as MC agreed, Belphie wasted no time in taking a hold of their face and closing the distance between the two of them. The kiss he gives, on the other hand, is slow and a bit lazy–he’d rather have MC do more of the work. Still, he refused to separate himself from them, wanting to draw it out for as long as he could and even taking the lead if MC was nervous or not too experienced. After it came to an end, Belphie smiled in contentment. “That felt really nice,” he noted. “Your kisses seem to give me more energy than a full night’s sleep, MC. Since I’m wide awake now, how about we stay here and kiss some more before we head back to the others?”
Diavolo
Diavolo quickly reached out to grab MC’s shoulders and steady their balance from their collision into his torso. He fretted over them, worried he may have hurt them, but they assured him they were simply just caught off-guard. He nodded his head at their comforting words and began asking them their thoughts about the holiday party–like he came over just to do some sort of check-in–, but his hands never left their shoulders. MC answered his questions while struggling to make eye contact, too distracted by the close proximity, his grip on their shoulders, and the mistletoe hanging above them.
Then he asked them about the mistletoe, making their body flinch. “I heard you explaining its purpose to Luke,” he confessed. “When I visited the human world, I thought it was merely a decoration since it was hung in random locations. I never would’ve guessed that there’s a custom involving kissing under it. It’s rather interesting!” His smiling face then became more serious. “Do you practice this tradition, MC? If you don’t mind, I’d like to experience it with you.”
Once MC agreed, Diavolo’s hands slid up to their jawline while he moved in closer to their lips. His kiss was gentle at first to avoid accidentally hurting the human, but he melted into it on his own as he grew more comfortable. The demon prince was starved for affection, and MC’s matching energy in the kiss made him feel so whole that he had no intention of breaking away until it was necessary. When they did, though, he kept his face close to theirs, the tips of their noses lightly grazing over each other. “I quite like this human world tradition,” he said with a grin. “I’ll have to hang up mistletoe around the castle next year, too. You’ll join me again for the holidays, won’t you, MC?”
Barbatos
Barbatos responded as any refined butler would: by calmly assessing MC’s condition after they bumped into him. He behaved like his usual composed self, so the human had no idea that he had fully intended to stop them underneath this specific doorway. He explained to them that he was on his way to the kitchen to fetch some more drinks for the guests, which was true, but he made sure to time his exit well enough so that he was more likely to encounter MC on their way back from the restroom.
Feigning innocence, he questioned MC about the mistletoe hanging above the two of them, his smile growing a little bigger from the blush that dusted their cheeks from his inquiry. He nodded in understanding during their explanation. “So in that case, since we’re both under the mistletoe right now, it’s customary for us to kiss, yes?” he concluded. “If it’s all right with you, I’m more than happy to follow this practice.”
After MC agreed to it, Barbatos stepped toward them and gently cupped their face. He leaned in with his eyes closed, but he peeked open while his lips ghosted over theirs to observe the look of anticipation on their face. Amused by their expression and reassured that he wasn’t the only one who wanted this, Barbatos finally pressed his lips onto MC’s. Although he initiated it, he gradually followed their lead, not wanting to do anything they didn’t like and continuing until they were completely satisfied. Once they both separated, he looked back at them with a warm smile. “Thank you for this wonderful experience, MC,” he said. “Moments like these that I share with you mean a lot to me. I hope we continue to have many more of them.”
Simeon
Simeon’s arms wrapped and hovered around MC’s body like a safety net to catch them in case they fell over from the sudden impact. He was just on his way to grab some more cookies that he and Luke had made to share with everyone else, but his mind was too preoccupied with other things to fully pay attention to his surroundings. He was relieved when the human was able to rebalance themselves and avoid getting hurt. He apologized for not watching where he was going while rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, but he became concerned once again when he noticed that they seemed out of sorts.
“Are you sure you’re okay, MC?” he inquired, his tone laced with worry. “Are you maybe feeling tired from tonight’s festivities? I could get you some water, or–” MC tried to assure him that they were fine, but when he noticed them take another quick peek at the top of the doorway, he understood what was affecting their behavior. “Ah, it’s the mistletoe, isn’t it?” he asked, relaxing a bit while speaking in a more soothing manner. “I heard you telling Luke about the tradition humans have that involves kissing under it. You also mentioned that it’s not something that has to be done, and I have no intention of kissing you without your permission, so you don’t need to worry about it.”
However, when MC expressed that they actually wanted to kiss him, Simeon’s eyes widened in shock, not expecting them to say that. Even so, a blush crept on his face at the thought of kissing them and from how happy he felt that they wanted the same thing. After accepting their request, he rested one hand on their cheek and tenderly placed his lips on theirs. The kiss was brief and chaste, as Simeon feared that if he lingered too long, it would become increasingly difficult for him to stop willingly. Despite the kiss only lasting a short time, he poured as much love as he could into it so that MC could get a sense of how deeply he cared for them. Still, just in case his feelings didn’t reach them completely, he told them afterward, “You know you mean a lot to me, right, MC? You always make even the darkest days in the Devildom so much brighter to me, and I want to do whatever I can to keep that smile on your face each and every day. So, even if it’s just a kiss under a mistletoe, don’t ever hesitate to ask me if you want something, okay?”
Solomon
Solomon had temporarily forgotten about the practice of kissing underneath mistletoe until he heard MC bring it up to Luke. He had disregarded this plant some time ago since it rarely worked well in potions and he didn’t feel inclined to follow this custom from his world that mainly affected couples. However, now that MC was around, the tradition became more appealing to him, so he plotted to get the two of them alone under this mistletoe before the end of the party. Not surprisingly, it was rather difficult, considering MC’s popularity and how possessive the demon brothers were of them. By some stroke of luck, he acquired an opening after MC had left and everyone was preoccupied with a magnificent gift Diavolo had given to one of them, allowing him to easily sneak out. He was a bit early, so he hid near the doorway with the mistletoe until he heard his fellow human’s approaching footsteps. He then popped out suddenly to surprise them, and they accidentally ran into him in the process. He apologized while they tried to regain their composure.
Half of MC’s attention was already on the mistletoe, but Solomon pointed up to it to let them know he was focusing on it as well. “Are you familiar with mistletoe as a plant?” he inquired. “You may have seen it by itself in public places during this time of year, but in nature, it’s a parasitic plant that primarily lives off of trees. What’s more, every part of it, including its berries, is poisonous to us humans, should we choose to consume it. Though, I’m sure it’d have no effect on someone like Beelzebub.” MC wondered what he was trying to get at, so he resumed, “Anyway, despite this plant’s function in our world, there’s still the tradition where people kiss underneath it and view it as a symbol–or even a blessing–of love.” It was then that he confessed to unintentionally eavesdropping on their earlier conversation with Luke. “If you’re willing, MC, I’d like to follow this little tradition with you.”
After MC gave their consent, Solomon pulled them closer and tucked a loose strand of their hair behind their ear, his face flushed as he eyed their lips. He then confidently leaned in to kiss them. He was eager to express his feelings for them, and it was a big boost to his ego when the well-liked human reciprocated his kiss; it felt as though they were choosing him over the demons and angels that constantly vied for their attention–that he was able to stand out more to them than those powerful beings. He couldn’t stop his lips from curving into a smile on theirs just before the kiss reached its end. “I’ve met so many other humans in my extended lifetime, but none of them could ever compare to you, MC,” he declared. “If you’ll let me, I’d like to stay by your side and continue to show you my affection like this as often as I can. But for now, let me hold you in my arms a little longer.”
