Description: Your stuck in your room with a rather nasty fever, and a stuffy nose. When you don’t come down for dinner Beel decides to make you something himself. (No nausea because I know some people don’t like that)
Beel knew why you weren’t at dinner. Lucifer had told him and everyone else whilst banning them from entering your room. He knew it was for the best, most of his brothers would burst into your room and refuse to leave. It was best for everyone to just let you rest.
Still, your absence was unnerving to the gluttonous demon. You hadn’t been at lunch or breakfast either, so he knew you must be hungry. Beel knew if he was in your place he would be absolutely starving.
Belphie cleared his throat, snapping Beel out of his thoughts.
“You okay big guy? You haven’t scarfed down your food yet.” Belphie kept his voice down to try and avoid drawing attention to Beel.
His attempt was fruitless however. It was no surprise that the whole table had noticed the untouched food on Beels plate. After all said food was usually gone within three seconds of everyone sitting down.
“Your not getting sick too are you?” Levi asked from across the table.
“No I feel fine.” Beel responded. “I was just worried about Mc. They haven’t eaten anything today.” He finished bluntly.
The room relaxed slightly. Beel always tried to make sure everyone in the house was eating properly. Mainly because he gets the worst end of hunger, and doesn’t want anyone in the house to be in pain.
“They’re just a bit sick Beel. That can sometimes make humans loose their appetite.” Satan said.
Beel took a bite of his food, which further calmed the family.“They should still eat something.” Beel said swallowing his food. “Maybe I could bring them something?” Beel looked over at Lucifer with his best puppy dog eyes.
The eldest probably would have declined had Beels worry not been so prominent.
“Very well. Beel you can bring them something to eat. Try not to linger too much if possible.” Lucifer spoke.
Mammon and Levi were visibly jealous, but Beel ignored them as he quickly finished his food.
Afterwards He headed to the kitchen. On instinct he headed to the fridge but stopped himself before opening it. There wasn’t a lot of typical human food in the Devildom, but Beel felt it would be best to give you something your more familiar with.
He took a few minutes to consider before deciding on a Soup that you had shown him and Belphie how to cook. A noodle soup with chicken broth, and some vegetables mixed in. Beel began working, and to his own surprise managed to finish without eating half of the ingredients.
The soup smelled wonderful, and it took almost all of his self control to make it to your room with a full bowl. He knocked on your door lightly, and waited a moment before entering.
“Beel? Are you supposed to be in here? I thought Lucifer banned everyone from visiting me.” You spoke with a horse voice.
“He said I could bring you some food because you haven’t eaten today.” Beel placed the soup on your bed side table, and took a seat at the bottom of your bed.
“Aw that’s really sweat of you Beel, but you really didn’t have to. I’m not very hungry right now.”
Beel frowned considering his words.
“You should still eat something. You’ll get better faster if you do.” He smiled hopefully. “I made that soup you showed us how to make.”
Beel looked so hopeful that you couldn’t bring yourself to turn him down. You sat up, and placed the soup in your lap. Your hands were a bit shaky, so Beel helped guide the spoon to your mouth. You couldn’t help but smile at the action.
“This is really good Beel! Did you make it all by yourself?” You asked.
Beel nodded, bringing another spoonful to your mouth. After a bit you gave up on trying to lift the spoon yourself, and allowed Beel to feed you.
After eating you got a bit drowsy, and found yourself resting against His broad chest.
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.
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.”
In the spirit of Valentine’s Day, here are some cute little moments between MC/you and each of the boys (minus Luke) using sentence startersby@myfriendthedictionary. Enjoy!!
Lucifer
“You want your usual, right?”
Lucifer glanced up from his paperwork to lock eyes with MC after hearing their question, a hint of surprise flashing briefly over his features. “And you know what that is?”
“Of course,” they replied with a grin. “I’ve seen you have it enough times to figure it out. I’ll make it just the way you like it, too.”
He gazed at their figure in the doorway of his study. The candlelight seemed to shine on them in a way that made them appear even more radiant in his vision than they normally did. No, perhaps it was the fact that they took the time to memorize these tiny details about him, such as his favorite drink to have while he’s working, that enhanced his view of them in this moment. Falling for a human was shocking enough, but falling more in love with them every day? The eldest demon brother wasn’t sure how they managed to do this to him. Even so, it was a strange phenomena that he couldn’t ignore any longer. He may as well accept it.
“Very well,” Lucifer said, a smile tugging at his lips as he refocused on the documents on his desk. “I look forward to it.”
Mammon
“This really isn’t going how I practiced it.”
It was meant to be said in his head, but Mammon ended up muttering the words aloud in front of MC. He was trying to properly convey his feelings for them without deflecting or stumbling over himself, but the exact opposite was happening. How many times had this happened now? Why couldn’t he just say what he really thought? Despite how much he motivated himself and the time he spent making sure he’d do it right, he always got tongue-tied the moment MC was in front of him.
“Practiced?” MC repeated curiously, causing Mammon’s face to flush a darker shade of red.
“F-Forget ya heard that!” he demanded.
“But–”
“Seriously, don’t get the wrong idea! It’s not like I needed to practice tellin’ ya how much I like ya or anything! I can tell ya how amazin’, intelligent, attractive, funny, and important ya are to me just fine without going over it for hours in front of a mirror, got it?!”
MC bit back the giddy grin that threatened to form on their face in favor of taking Mammon’s hands in theirs. “You sure can. Thank you, Mammon.”
Leviathan
“Would you maybe want to… I don’t know… do this again, sometime?”
Leviathan’s question came out hesitantly, his fingers fidgeting with the plastic bag in his hand. He never imagined that MC would actually agree to go to an anime convention with him, and yet they had. The two of them spent the whole day there, and Levi had a blast getting to experience something he loved with the one he loved. It was a wonderful combination of his favorite things! However, did MC enjoy it as much as he did? He wasn’t sure, already overthinking everything they had said and done during the convention.
“I’d love to,” MC responded without missing a beat.
“R-Really?” Levi asked, worried he may have misheard somehow. “You didn’t hate it?”
They shook their head. “Some of the stuff there was pretty cool. Plus, I liked seeing you look so happy and comfortable in your element. Make sure to let me know when the next one is, okay?”
Tears pricked at the corners of Levi’s eyes, overwhelmed with joy by MC’s answer. “I-I will! And, um, if there’s any place you really want to go to, let me know! Even if we’re surrounded by normies and extroverts, I’ll still go! B-Because I… I want to see you happy, too!”
Satan
“They say not to touch the artwork, but I have to ask… can I hold your hand?”
Satan’s grin widened as he observed MC’s reaction to his sudden flirty remark. He had invited them on a date to an art museum since both of them were curious about how the creative works in the Devildom and human world differed from each other. With the way it was going, it seemed more like an educational field trip than a date, prompting Satan to change his approach to the day’s activity. He was pleased with himself for having caught the human off-guard when he leaned in front of their line of sight to softly ask for their hand.
“Wh-Where did that come from?” MC inquired, playful nudging him away in an attempt to hide their blush.
Satan laughed lightly at their embarrassment. “What do you mean? We are on a date, aren’t we? Isn’t it natural that I’d want to hold my lovely partner’s hand? Besides, you’ve been looking at this piece for so long, I was beginning to wonder if you forgot I was here.”
Now it was MC’s turn to laugh, the familiar sound bringing a gentle warmth to the demon’s chest. Once they placed their hand in his, the two never separated for the remainder of the date.
Asmodeus
“You always look beautiful to me.”
Asmodeus delicately lifted MC’s chin up so they could see that his expression matched the sincerity of his words. The two of them had gone out shopping for new clothes, and Asmo had suggested a variety of things for MC to try on in the dressing room. With each outfit they came out to present, Asmo gushed over them, showering them with adoration. However, when MC viewed their appearance in the mirror, nothing seemed to look right on them, and they ended up expressing this concern to Asmo when he noticed they weren’t acting like their usual self. They stared at their feet as they spoke, unable to face him from how they felt about themself in that moment. They weren’t expecting his remark or the way he brought their gaze up to rest on him.
“Even now, there’s a certain beauty in the sadness you’re showing,” Asmo continued, his hand moving to cradle their jaw while his thumb tenderly stroked their cheek. “No matter how you’re dressed or how you’re feeling, I think you’re absolutely gorgeous, MC. And I’ll always see you that way.”
MC reached their hand up to place it over the hand he kept on their face. “Thank you, Asmo.”
“No need to thank me. I’m just telling you the truth. I’ll remind you as much as you need me to until you believe it, too–and even long afterwards, okay?”
Beelzebub
“What do you mean you burnt the popcorn?”
Beelzebub rubbed the back of his hand in guilt when MC discovered the blackened kernels that were supposed to be part of their movie night snacks. He hadn’t meant for it to happen. MC had tasked him with watching over the popcorn heating on the HoL kitchen’s flaming stove top while they were putting the finishing touches on the sweet treats they had made. Beel’s focus had drifted from the popping kernels to MC’s figure, working diligently on the other side of the kitchen. Not even the wafting smells from the food around him could peel his eyes away from the human. As a result, he hadn’t noticed the popcorn burning until it was too late.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized with an expression rivaling that of a kicked puppy. “I just wanted to see what you were adding to the treats, but I ended up staring at you instead. I like how you look when you’re focused on something, and then I started thinking about how great those treats are going to taste because you’re the one working so hard on them. Everything you make always ends up tasting better than anything I eat at a restaurant or bakery. …Then, before I knew it, the popcorn had been on the stove for too long. I’m really sorry for burning it, MC.”
It was difficult for MC to stay mad at Beel for an honest–and cute–mistake. “It’s all right, Beel. We’ll just pop another batch. I’ll even stay with you to watch over it this time.”
That was all it took for Beel’s wide grin to return. Still, after disposing of the burnt popcorn into his mouth, he couldn’t keep his loving gaze off the human beside him as the new batch of kernels popped on the stove.
Belphegor
“Nope! Not moving. Too comfy!”
That’s what I should be saying, Belphegor thought bitterly to himself after MC vocally refused to remove themself from his chest. The two of them had been studying for a while in MC’s room when Belphegor suggested they take a nap break. No amount of pouting or whining could pull MC away from their notes, so he reluctantly plopped himself on their bed, all alone. Well, that is, until he tricked them to come over because of a “hilarious picture Beel sent.” Once they were near, he pulled them down onto the bed with him and claimed that they had to take a break now with him since they were already there. As revenge for duping them, MC managed to situate themself to lay on his chest, which was one of his lesser preferred napping positions. Belphie wanted to be more upset, but he was actually kind of impressed they got the better of him. Still, that didn’t prevent him from complaining for a bit until he was too tired to do so anymore.
“Fine, I guess you can stay there then,” he conceded.
MC giggled triumphantly while snuggling closer to him. “Good! It’s rare that I get to rest on your chest like this. It’s nice.” They sighed in contentment as their eyes drooped shut.
Belphie wrapped an arm around them before following suit. When he thought about it, it really didn’t matter how his body was positioned when he slept with MC. He was satisfied just having them by his side. If it meant that the human he cared deeply for would stay with him and enjoy his company more, then he supposed he could let them lay on his chest more often.
Diavolo
“Oh, hello again!”
Diavolo greeted MC once more with a bright smile that stretched from ear to ear after bumping into them for the umpteenth time that day at RAD. What might have seemed like strange coincidences to MC were entirely intentional on the prince’s part. He had been wanting to see them more, but his duties typically kept him busy and farther away from the human whenever he wasn’t at RAD. So, he decided to find them every chance he got between classes that day in order to spend some time with them. As nice as these short interactions were, there was one last part to his plan that he was looking forward to the most, and since the school day had just ended, it was finally time to carry it out.
“Are you headed anywhere before returning home, MC?” Diavolo inquired.
“No,” they answered with a slight shake of their head. “Why do you ask?”
“Well, they have a new live show at the aquarium featuring Black Dolphins and Devilkiller Sharks. It’s said to be an exciting experience you’ll never forget! I’ve been wanting to see it since it was first announced, so I was wondering if you’d like to join me.”
“Sure, sounds like fun!”
Diavolo beamed at their enthusiastic response. “Excellent! I’m so glad I’ll get to enjoy it with you. Ah, one other thing. It may run a bit late, so allow me to treat you to dinner as well afterward. …Perhaps we can call this a date, then?”
Barbatos
“Yeah, I somehow don’t think this was how the recipe was supposed to turn out…”
MC’s comment brought Barbatos’s attention to the deflated cake that they had recently taken out of the oven. MC wanted to recreate one of the cakes they saw at Madam Scream’s, and when they had asked Barbatos if he knew the recipe for it, he had instead voluntarily offered his assistance in making the dessert. Lately, he had been making more of a conscious effort to engage in activities with them outside of his usual responsibilities, and since it wasn’t often they got to be alone with the ever-busy royal butler, they readily accepted his help. Although, with the way the cake looked right then, they wondered if their baking skills with Devildom desserts were beyond even Barbatos’s help…
“Actually, this is how it’s supposed to look after being baked,” Barbatos explained reassuringly. “There’s one more ingredient we need to add while it’s still hot in order for it to take its proper shape. I prepared it before you arrived.”
He brought over a heart-shaped chocolate and dropped it within the opening the unique baking pan created in the middle of the cake. The candy quickly began to melt within the cake, causing it to rise until the chocolate completely filled the inside of it and oozed slightly out of the top.
“Whoa, how’d you do that?” MC questioned him, amazed by the magical sight.
“The recipe calls for a special kind of chocolate that can only be made by someone who has overflowing feelings for another.” Barbatos turned his head to make eye contact with them, a tender smile gracing his features. “So, you could say I simply filled our cake with love.”
Simeon
“There’s nothing that could keep me from coming back to you. Nothing.”
MC stared back at Simeon in awe after he finished reading aloud the draft of the latest chapter in his manuscript. The angel author had invited them over to his room at Purgatory Hall to receive their input on a new story he’d been working on. He had been mulling over a pivotal scene between the two main characters for so long that every rewrite he did seemed worse than the previous version. MC noticed how absent-minded he was during one class at RAD, so when they had asked if something was wrong, he decided to seek their outside perspective on his writing. He must’ve done something right in the draft he read to them, considering they even started clapping once they recovered from their initial astonished reaction.
“That was amazing!” MC praised. “I felt like I was right there in the scene!”
“You did?” Simeon questioned them, a feeling of shock overtaking his bashfulness from their feedback. “How so, if you don’t mind telling me?”
“Your descriptions were so detailed I could picture exactly what the area looked like. And I could feel the tension in the air and the physical and emotional pain the characters were going through… You know, I actually lost myself for a bit. Like, I thought I was the love interest for a while there and you were the protagonist. …Is that weird?”
Simeon gazed back at them with a warmth that resonated in their chest. “Not at all. I’d say you understood the characters quite well.”
Solomon
“Remind me why I love you, again?”
That was the first thing MC said when they saw the state Solomon was in after he had asked them to come over to Purgatory Hall and help him with a “small problem” he was having. He had been experimenting with Hell Jasmines to see if he could alter the effects its aroma had on demons, which resulted in him creating a scent that drove every cat within a 10 mile radius into the building. Simeon and Luke were out running errands, so he knew he needed to get this mess solved before they returned (if they even could among the sea of cats). And who better to call on for aid than his beloved fellow human?
“Ah…” Solomon trailed off while a cat leapt onto his shoulder to nuzzle the side of his head. “Because I’m a witty sorcerer who teaches you magic, cooks for you, and would do anything you ask? And…I love and appreciate you above all else?”
“That was almost correct,” MC noted, stepping around the swarming felines to reach where he was trapped by a group of them.
“Almost? What did I miss?”
“We can worry about that later. For now, I’ll keep the cats off you so that you can stop whatever is causing this.”
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.”
I know jealousy headcanons and imagines are kind of overused but I still enjoy writing them so I made my own whether you like it or not! Some of these are more humorous, some of them more fluffy, some of them a bit more ✨ spicy ✨, but the overarching theme is jealousy.
Lucifer was a confident demon. He was proper, hard-working, well-repected and powerful. There was no reason he had to be acquinted with the feelings of jealousy.
But lately he has found himself more jealous and irritable than he’d ever like to admit.
And that all was happening because of a measely human and an angel from his past..
Simeon seemed to be glued to your side at all times in Lucifer’s opinion.
One evening he had requested your help with the documents but you had turned him down, saying you were supposed to go to a slumber party at Purgatory Hall.
Funnily enough, none of his brothers had been invited, just you..
And more often than not, Simeon would walk you home from RAD, and oftentimes he stayed at the House of Lamentation, with the excuse of homework.
He had walked in on you two snuggling up together more than once at this point.
And if you weren’t together, you were texting or having phone calls all day long. At least that’s how it felt like to Lucifer.
It had gotten to the point that just seeing Simeon or hearing someone mention his name made Lucifer’s blood boil.
Maybe if you were cozying up with one of his brothers, Lucifer would be more understanding and patient. Contrary to popular belief, Luficer liked his brothers. Loved, even. But he also knew that he was more powerful and clearly the superior choice between them all. He could easily make them bend to his will.
So in his eyes, they were no competition to him in this twisted game of winning your heart and affections.
Hell, even Solomon would’ve been better. He’s just a human. How could a human even imagine challenging Lucifer? And when it came to Diavolo and Barbatos.. Lucifer could just explain to Diavolo that a relationship between a human and the demon prince would not work out and would cause an uprising, and Lucifer was pretty sure Barbatos was very much uninterested in love and courting.
But you just HAD to be all friendly and cute with Simeon of all beings. The one being Lucifer couldn’t compete with.
Lucifer would never admit it but he was slightly jealous of Simeon. He was so perfect, so kind, so likeable, so sweet, so gentle, just so angelic. Whereas everyone respected Lucifer out of fear, everyone geneuinely liked Simeon for who he was.
Simeon has everything Lucifer used to have but no longer possessed. Simeon IS everything Lucifer used to be but now can only pine after.
And he doesn’t want YOU to be one of those things he loses out on.
You were one of the only good things going on for him.
That is why Lucifer begun to demand more of your time. Whenever you ask whether you can visit Purgatory Hall, he denies the possiblity. Whenever Simeon comes a-knocking, he finds him some errand to run for him. He even secretly got your D.D.D a balance that limited your daily texting and calling.
Was Lucifer being overly controlling? Yes. But did he think it was compulsory? Also yes.
He didn’t feel bad in the slightest about what he was doing until you confronted him about his behavior.
The way your voice wobbled when you talked to him, the way your eyes were tearing up, the way you couldn’t meet his gaze as you recalled everything that bothered and hurt you about his sudden shift in behavior.
He couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret in his heart of hearts.
He let out a long, drawn out sigh before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close against his chest, “I apologize.. I guess I have been blinded by my attraction towards you..” he apologized, surprising you. Lucifer? Apologizing? Were you dreaming?
“Why have you been doing this?” you questioned but wrapped your arms around him, too, feeling safe and secure in his arms.
“Because I…” he trailed off, thinking of his words, “because you belong to me. You’re not Simeon’s. You’re mine.” he finally replied, his arms around your body tightening.
“Well, if I’m yours, does that mean you’re also mine?” you inquired, not thrilled to be seen as someone’s property.
“Naturally.. If you just still want me?” and for the first time you heard some insecurity in Lucifer’s voice as he held his breath, waiting for your answer.
“I’ll always want you, Lucifer..” you admitted, your cheeks burning up. Lucifer finally let out the breath he was holding in before claiming your lips with his, cradling your head with one of his hands while keeping the other at your waistline.
You and Mammon had ended up at the casino despite your best attempts at keeping him at bay.
Like usual, Mammon was losing money rather than gaining it, but refused to stop, trying to convince you that he had a plan to win big in the end. You didn’t really believe him but relented.
And what was his plan to “win big”? Well, to send you to seduce the poker dealer of course!
You wanted to say no but Mammon kept BEGGING you to at least give it a try. You just couldn’t say no to his puppy eyes..
So before the next game began, you walked up to slid next to the poker dealer, pressing your side against his and smiled up at him.
The situation was made a little less awkward by the fact that the dealer was actually quite attractive..
He seemed to be responding to your advances positively too as you kept drawing little shapes on the skin of his palm with your index finger, complimenting him and whispering sweet nothings at him.
You risked a glance at Mammon and saw him shifting uncomfortably at his seat, staring at you two with wide eyes, his face red.
You wondered if he was even doing what he was supposed to be doing or just staring at you two..
But you tried to keep the dealer distracted for even longer, giving Mammon the benefit of the doubt.
“The way you deal the cards and chips is so attractive.. You must have great dexterity..” you mumbled close to the dealer’s ear, “and the way you punish the rulebreakers.. It makes me all hot and bothered..”
“Would you like me to punish you too?” the dealer smirked and rested his hand on your thigh.
That’s when Mammon had had enough.
He literally flipped the table, sending cards and chips flying everywhere, yelling, “Hands off my human, ya dirtbag!”
His face was red like a tomato and his breathing was ragged, holding back from transforming right then and there.
“They were coming on to me, mister.” the dealer explained and raised his hands up, unblinking.
“It doesn’t matter! MC is my human, ya hear! You shouldn’t have responded like that!” Mammon growled.
You let out a long sigh, walked up to Mammon and placed your hands at his chest, trying to help him calm down.
“Chill, Mammon. It’s no use causing havoc here. Let’s just leave.” you told him with a calming voice.
“B-But! I still haven’t won tonight!” he yelped but then looked at the dealer again, “Grr… Okay, let’s leave, these demons are all filthy and dangerous anyway..” he mumbled, grabbing your wrist and began to pull you away, glaring daggers at the dealer as he went.
The walk back to House of Lamentation was silent, Mammon being bummed about his losses and seeing you flirt with another man, you being upset at his behavior.
“Mammon, why were you jealous? I did what you asked for..” you finally sighed when you made it to your room. Mammon refused to look at you, finding the floor much more interesting.
“I-I wasn’t jealous, ya dumb human.. And! I didn’t think you’d go that far.. And that he’d respond..” he explained, his cheeks flushed.
“You literally told me to ‘seduce him’.. What else was I supposed to do?” you shook your head, confused.
“I thought I could take it.. But seeing you with him.. Made me sick..” Mammon finally admitted, “I was so angry, thinking how he’d touch you.. But that’s just because I’m your first man, so I should touch you first! Nothing more!” he added.
You couldn’t help but laugh at his antics, “you’re so silly, Monmon..” you smiled and rolled your eyes, pulling him in for a hug.
“… Can I stay in your room for the night?” Mammon whispered while pulling you closer.
“Sure.” you agreed. That night you fell asleep holding each other in a warm embrace.
Although the embrace was warm, the awakening was cold; “MAMMOOOOON!” Lucifer yelled, having just received the bill from the casino for all the damage he had made the previous night.
You were visiting a convention together in the human world that you both had been looking forward to!
You had convinced Leviathan that you should wear matching cosplays too, and even though Levi wouldn’t admit it loud, he was SWOONING. You wanted to wear matching outfits with HIM?! Did he die and go to the Celestial Realm?
Anyway, Leviathan had planned it to be a perfect day for you two. You both could meet some of your favorite cosplayers, artists, voice actors and animators and buy all kids of merch.
You were especially looking forward to the Meet and Greet with a group of seven voice actors from your favorite mobile game, Defy You! Shall We Hate?
You were totally simping for one of the voice actors, Lemurian, but who was Leviathan to complain about it when he had his own anime waifus.. Although hearing you go on and on about Lemurian made him feel jealous…
Anyway, your day had been going so well! Leviathan had bought himself and you some merch and candy and you had gone to see so many interesting little concerts, competitions and panels. Your matching cosplays had garnered quite many compliments, too.
It was time for the long-awaited Meet and Greet! Leviathan couldn’t help but smile seeing you so excited for it even if he wasn’t the game’s biggest fan.. The game made him feel weird for some reason, like it was breaking the fourth wall or something..
Finally it was your turn to meet the voice actors and you took so many pictures with them, especially with the voice actor of Lemurian. You exchanged some niceties and Leviathan really thought that would be it..
But then the voice actor of Lemurian complimented your cosplay and even recognized the character you were dressed up as, saying they were one of his favorite characters of all time, and called you gorgeous.
You just giggled and blushed, imploding internally that your favorite voice actor was paying you special attention.
Leviathan however wasn’t thrilled about the special attention..
He only began to feel worse when he saw the voice actor of Lemurian rested his hand on your lower back and whispered something into your ear that caused you to smile from ear to ear.
Leviathan felt envy prickling his skin, as if his skin was way too dry, begging to be moisturized.. Every sound around him seemed louder and muddier, the air suffocating and all he could concentrate on was the close proximity between you and that voice actor..
Before he could even realize what he was doing, he felt drops of water falling from the ceiling.. People around him started to look up and whisper, wondering what was wrong with the roof.
More and more water started to fall and a voice boomed from the speakers, telling everyone that they should start to evacuate due to an unforseen issue with the sprinkler system.
You were only staring at Leviathan, knowing perfectly well what was going on.
You sadly had to cut your “little chat” with the voice actor short and as you were leaving the building together with Leviathan, you took his hand in yours and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
“Levi.. Were you jealous?” you cooed and tried to make eye contact with the avatar of envy who seemed to be determined not to look at you.
“S-Stupid normie… Flirting right in front of me… Even though we were wearing matching outfits and all…” Levi grumbled, pouting.
“Levi… We weren’t even flirting! He did compliment my cosplay, but he was also telling me how his oldest daughter loves the character I was dressed up as well and asked me to show up at her birthday in this outfit! He said you’re welcome to join, too!” you giggled, finding Leviathan really adorable all worked up like this..
“Wait, daughter?! He has a kid?!” Leviathan screamed, looking dumbfounded.
“Yeah. He’s married with three children. He’s no competition to you!” you smiled encouragingly.
“Oh…” Leviathan let out a long, drawn out sigh, “I guess I… Overreacted.. Sorry..”
“Just try not to.. Flood any public places again, okay?” you chuckled, “You nearly ended up summoning Lotan and that would’ve been REALLY hard to explain.”
“Yeah..” Leviathan chuckled, fidgeting with something in his pocket.
“What is it, Levi? you questioned, finding that Leviathan had fallen quiet yet again.
"Um, I just..” he mumbled before taking something out of his pocket. It was a little charm with two goldfish kissing, “This reminded me of Henry so I.. Brought this for you..” he grumbled and offered you the keychain, averting his gaze with flushed cheeks.
“Just Henry?” you grinned but accepted the keychain with a happy smile, “Nothing else?” you winked and saw how Leviathan’s blush deepened.
“O-Of course not! Aaaaah! Stop looking at me lika that!” he yelled and started to power walk away, still holding onto your hand though, perhaps even tighter than before.
'Hey MC, I’d wish to accompany you on a date today. Would that be okay?’ Satan had sent you a text as you were exiting the school building. You had had different classes that day and hadn’t seen each other all day, so it made sense.
'Sure! I actually have a place I heard about that I’ve been dying to check out! Can we go there? Pretty please?’ you had texted him back, hoping he’d say yes.
'Of course. Anything you’d like.’ Satan had replied like the true gentleman he was.
“This was not the place I had been expecting for us to go but.. You look happy enough to be here, so I guess it’s fine.” Satan smiled at you as he took a sip of his coffee.
“I know it’s not your usual scene, but just look at these! So cute!” you squaled and petted a small white dog that was currently sitting on your lap.
“We have Cerberus home, is that not enough?” Satan asked, slightly confused.
“Cerberus is way too big to cuddle and carry around, silly!” you laughed as another dog tried to get your attention. The dogs seemed to be avoiding Satan like plague though.
“Why are all these dogs avoiding me?” Satan sighed, shaking his head and he took a bite out of his paw shaped chocolate cake.
“Maybe they can sense your negativity and that you’re a cat person?” you suggested with a michievous grin.
“Ha-ha, real funny..” Satan sighed as his eyes locked onto one of the puppies trying to crawl on your lap, whimering and wagging it’s tiny tail.
“Look at this one! Isn’t he the sweetest?” You squealed and helped the puppy onto your lap, scratching behind his ear.
That’s when the puppy started to lick your face affectionately, causing you to laugh.
Satan thought it looked cute, but couldn’t help but feel slightly annoyed, too.
“Aren’t you a good boy?” you cooed at the puppy, holding him up so he could reach your face better.
'It’s just a dog, calm down, Satan..’ Satan chanted silently in his head, keeping his eyes locked onto that dog.
Then that dog had the AUDACITY to snuggle up againt your chest, pressing all against it while letting out a content sigh.
“Look, I think he’s about to fall asleep..” you exclaimed quietly to Satan, nearly tearing up at the pupper.
“Just put it to sleep somewhere else. We can’t stay here for the entirety of its nap..” Satan grumbled, looking away from the sight.
“I can’t! He’s too cute and sleepy.. How I wish I could take you home..” you sighed with a sad smile, slowly petting the puppy.
“If I’m not allowed to bring cats at the House of Lamentation, you cannot bring dogs..” Satan shook his head, pouting, “Let’s just leave already. I want to go to the book store.” Satan grimaced and got up, having still not finished his coffee.
“But I’m not done yet! Just sit back down..” you begged the avatar of wrath but he just shook his head, walked up to your chair and began to pull it out, urging you to stand up.
The puppy however didn’t seem to like the sudden interruption and in a flash he was up again, and he jumped from your arms, right into Satan’s unsuspecting hands, sinking it’s baby teeth into Satan’s skin..
“WHAT THE F-” Satan screamed as the puppy jumped back into your arms into safety, growling at Satan, “THIS LITTLE SHIT JUST BIT ME!” he yelled angrily and you covered the dog’s delicate little ears.
The dog started to whimper in fear, shying away in your arms. A barista came up to you, apologizing for the dog’s behavior and taking it to the backroom to relax after the stressful experience.
“And I’m not leaving a tip! And I’ll never come back! Cats are better than dogs, you imbeciles!” Satan was shouting as you dragged him out of the dog café before he could transform into his demon form, embarrassed by his childish behavior.
“Satan, what the heck was that? You behaved like an idiot back there!” you complained to him after you were far enough, crossing your arms in annoyance.
“Well, that puppy was taking all your attention and affection, and then it dared to bite me! It was trying to piss me off!” Satan exclaimed, still worked up by the recent events.
“.. Were you jealous because of a dog? Seriously?” you sighed and shook your head, not believing your ears.
“I.. I wasn’t jealous! I just would’ve rather gone to a cat café!” Satan huffed, averting his gaze while blushing.
“Yeah yeah, keep telling youself that..” you rolled your eyes and started to walk again, not bothering to wait for Satan. He caught up to you quickly though.
“I’m sorry! I was jealous! I was stupid! I just got so angry! Are you happy now?” Satan sighed, resting his hand on your shoulder.
“You really ruined our date back there.. Not to mention embarrassed me and scared the dogs..” you pouted, furrowing your brows.
“Just please, let me make it up to you.. Just tell me what you want.” Satan whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
“Anything?” you question, cocking your head with a growing smile on your face.
“Anything.” Satan swore, putting his hand on his chest, right above where his heart should be.
“Well then…” you thought for a moment, leaving Satan hanging, “Can we go do charity work at a dog shelter?” you asked with wide puppy eyes.
Satan looked like he wanted to combust at any second but instead just sighed and nodded, “Okay, we can do that, darling..”
It was Asmo’s turn to wash the household’s clothes and he was checking the pockets for any small items; grimm, paper, chewing gum and such..
He was also lowkey judging everyone’s clothes but that’s besides the point.
He was checking the pockets of your trousers when he found a recent receipt from a jewelry store. You had bought a matching necklace and bracelet set made of emeralds.
“Green is so not your color, darling!” Asmodeus gasped, taking a closer look at the receipt. It was from two days ago, “Still.. I haven’t seen them wear it yet..” Asmodeus thought out loud with pouty lips.
Asmodeus probably would have forgotten all about that incident if he hadn’t seen you shopping for makeup and skincare products one day with Solomon.
“Heeey MC!” Asmodeus squealed and ran to you guys, automatically wrapping his arms around you, “Why didn’t you invite me? I know much more about this stuff than Sol! No offense!” he grinned.
“None taken.” Solomon shrugged with a small smile.
You however seemed tense and avoided Asmodeus’ gaze, looking uneasy, “I just happened to run into Solomon, that’s all.. I originally planned to go alone.” you explained.
“Oh, okay, doll! Do you want me to give you any recommendations~?” Asmo hummed gleefully.
“N-No! I was just about to.. Pay for these and leave!” you exclaimed and faked a smile that Asmodeus could see right through.
“Well in that case we can walk back home together!” Asmodeus kept insisting tagging along, but was stopped by Solomon.
“MC promised to help me with some magic. We’re going to go to the Purgatory Hall. I need them to myself.” Solomon smiled apologetically.
“Oh… Well.. I’ll just keep shopping then, I guess..” Asmodeus sighed dramatically with a theatrically dejected expression, tears at the corner of his eyes, thinking that he could guilt-trip you to come along with him like normally, but this time..
“Yeah, see you, Asmo!” you nodded before hurrying off towards the checkouts, Solomon walking behind you.
Asmo puffed his cheeks in anger, stomping away.
And that wasn’t even the end of your weird behavior. One day Satan told Asmodeus how he had seen you in the Devildom variant of Bath & Body Works, buying candles, bath bombs and all types of body creams and lotions.
One day he saw you coming home carrying a paper bag from a lingerie store.
He also saw you receiving a package from a store he was very familiar with.. But the other brothers probably didn’t even bat an eye at the plain-looking cardboard boxes.
You also seemed to be on your D.D.D a whole lot more, typing something constantly and smiling at the screen when you thought no one was looking at you.
But Asmodeus was looking. He was always watching.
One day he was passing your room when he heard you giggling and talking to someone, “I can’t wait to see his face.. He’s going to be so happy after I’m done with him..”
Unable to hang back anymore, Asmodeus banged open your door and pointed at you with an accusatory finger, “Who is he?!” he yelled dramatically.
You lowered your phone and looked up at him in confusion, just sitting on your bed, “Who?” you asked.
“That man you were buying all those things for! The man you were just talking about!” Asmo explained, his eyes burning in a way you had never seen before.
Then he saw a large pink box on the bed, filled with the forementioned items; the jewelry set, cosmetics, candles, bath bombs, body creams et cetera..
“Rats, you caught me..” you sighed, put your phone down, got up and offered the box to Asmodeus, “Happy early birthday, Asmo!” you cheered with a joyful smile on your face.
“Me? But it’s still two weeks until my birthday?” Asmodeus blinked, confused, looking at the contents of the box, but took it nevertheless.
“Yes, but I started preparing so early and you caught me so..” you sighed and shook your head, disappointed, “Did you really thought I was buying all that for someone else?” you laughed.
“What else was I supposed to think when you were acting so shady and avoiding me?” Asmodeus defended himself, “But thank you, darling! All of these items are sooo cute! Why emerald, though?”
“Emerald is considered the birthstone of May in the human world. I know it’s not your usual choice, but I think anything looks good on you!” you smiled. Asmo sat down the box and wrapped his arms around your waist with a grin on his face.
“Aww, you’re so thoughtful, doll! One more question though,” there was a familiar spark in his amber eyes, “where’s the lingerie you brought?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
“Wouldn’t you like to find out?” you chuckled, looking at Asmodeus with innocent eyes while flashing him a quick glimpse of your underwear.
“You naughty thing!” Asmodeus cooed and pinched your ass, making you squeal, “I want to see the rest of my present~”
“MC, could you please end the call?” you two jumped as you heard Solomon’s humored voice from the loudspeaker of your D.D.D.
“You could’ve ended the call yourself, you perv!” you shouted, your face hot as you reached for the D.D.D, your face blooming.
“Let him listen.. Then he’ll know just who you belong to..” Asmo mumbled and pushed you down on your bed before you could grab your D.D.D, trailing kisses along your neck.
“Asmooooo!”
You were at RAD together when one of Beelzebub’s teammates from Fangol came up to you guys, chitchatting, but you also noticed that he kept stealing glances at you.
At first it was nice, relatively normal; Beel just felt glad you were getting along with the rest of the students, especially those in his team.
Beel took a chocolate bar out of his backpack and started to snack on it, listening to you two talking when suddenly the other demon asked you a question
“Hey, MC, would you like to come cheer for me in tomorrow’s big game? It’d mean a lot to me.” the demon smiled at you, his intentions hard to read.
“Oh, uh.. I don’t know about that, I..” you stuttered, not knowing what to answer. You sent a pleading look at Beelzebub who just shrugged, “Shouldn’t I cheer for Beel? I live with him and all..” you tried to dodge the request.
“C'mon, babe, just this once!” the demon grinned, trying to appear sheepish. You sent another glance at Beelzebub’s direction.
“I don’t see a problem there.” Beelzebub just shrugged, occupied with his snacks.
“Well, if that’s the case, then… I guess once won’t hurt.” you chuckled nervously and the demon’s face lit up.
“Awesome! See you tomorrow, babe!” he cheered and slipped you a piece of paper, “in case you need to call me..” he winked before walking away.
The paper had his number, a name ’Sitri’, alongside with a heart and a winky emoji.
“Look!” you shoved the paper at Beel’s face, hoping he would react and tell you not to go, but instead he just shrugged.
“Yeah, that’s his name.” he told you with an oblivious smile on his face.
Fast forward, it was the big game. You were watching it alongside with Mammon, Satan, Asmodeus, Belphegor and Solomon. You felt ashamed, having to occasionally cheer for Sitri instead of Beelzebub.
“Hey, what’s up with you cheering for that guy? Beel’s playing too, you know?” Belphegor questioned you and you explained your meeting.
“Sitri is no good news! He’s a lower ranking lust demon!” Mammon interjected, making your blood run cold.
“Yeah, he has a certain reputation, that’s for sure. A playboy, one could say.” Satan shook his head disapprovingly.
“He wouldn’t dare to hurt you. I have a pact with him.” Solomon just shrugged.
“And if he does, he answers directly to me. I’ll make sure no one ever looks at him again.” Asmo just smiled calmly, but there was a sense of venom to his words.
After the game had ended and Beel’s and Sitri’s team had surfaced victorious, you went down to meet up with Sitri as he had asked you to in a message. You saw both Sitri and Beelzebub walking towards you.
“Hey babe, I heard you cheering for me. Your encouragement boosted my performance for sure~” Sitri gazed at you with a flame in his eyes, sweat dripping off of him, “I’m so hot.. I should take off my shirt..” He sighed and began to undress.
You didn’t know where to look so you just looked at the ground.
“Yeah, me too.” Beelzebub mumbled and you looked up just long enough to see that Beel was taking his shirt off, too. That flash of his body made you certainly feel things.
“Babe, do you have some water for me?” Sitri asked and you nodded, offering him a bottle while avoiding his gaze, “Thanks, gorgeous! Oops..” he suddenly exclaimed and you looked up at him, seeing that he had spilled water down his chin and sculpted chest. Water was running down his exposed upper body.
“I’m thirsty,” Beel breathed out and took the bottle from Sitri, pouring the rest of its contents on his broad chest, “Oh no, my water.. Oh well.” he chuckled, shooting you a boyish grin.
“Doll, do you want to feel my muscles? They’re all really trained and.. hard for you.” Sitri smirked and took you by your wrist, leading it towards his ripped abdomen.
“Sorry, they can’t,” in a flash Beelzebub was at your side, taking your hand back and placing his hands on your waist, “MC had promised to help me stretch. Gotta go.” Beel growled, his brows furrowed, and began to lead to towards the changing rooms.
Your heart was beating fast, both from anxiety but also from Beelzebub’s touch.
“Did he make you feel uncomfortable?” Beelzebub suddenly inquired, giving you a worried look. You nodded sligthly and you saw Beelzebub’s jaw tightening, “I’m sorry I didn’t realize sooner what he was up to..” Beelzebub sighed apologetically.
“It’s not your fault..” you told Beel with an understanding smile, reaching out to touch his arm. He stopped and looked down at you, his cheeks slightly tinted pink.
“I don’t want you cheering for him again, okay? I felt.. Bad hearing you calling out his name. You should keep screaming my name only.” Beelzebub mumbled, his eyes never leaving yours.
You weren’t sure if Beelzebub even realized how his words sounded like, “.. Okay. I’ll do that.” you promised to him with a smile. Beelzeebub smiled back at you.
“Good,” he laughed before picking you up and spinning you around like you weighed nothing, “I love you MC, you know that right?” he said so innocently, like it was the most natural thing he could ever say. Your heart skipped a beat.
“Beel, I-” you were about to answer when a voice shoted from the showers.
“Can you two take that somewhere else?! I can’t come out before the human leaves!” a male voice yelled.
“Sure thing, Eligos! Just a sec!” Beel yelled back, “MC, will you wait for me? Let’s go home together.” he smiled at you softly.
Belphegor was your (un)official cuddle partner, right? Every night he’d wait for you to crawl into his bed, letting him fall asleep surrounded my your secure warmth, and every morning he was more and more unwilling to let you leave his bed.
During the day, he’d take all his chances to cuddle up to you, too.
He counted on you finding your way into his bed like he counted on breathing.
That when one evening when you never came, he was worried. Lying awake, he would wait in the darkness, but could not hear the familiar sound of your footsteps.
So in the end, he decided to send you a message.
'MC, where are you..? It’s late and I’m tired..’
Luckily for Belphegor, he didn’t have to wait for a reply for too long: 'I’m at the Demon Lord’s castle.’ you had replied.
Belphegor furrowed his brows slightly, 'Well, when are you coming home? I miss my cuddles..’
'I’m not.. Lord Diavolo insisted that I’d stay the night, so I’ll return after school tomorrow. Sorry.’ That’s how your reply had read.
And let me tell you, this boy wasn’t sleepy anymore. He was 100% awake, vigilant, ready to throw hands.
He was thinking about starting another revolution when he realized that Diavolo had ASKED you to stay the night and you had said YES to his invitation.
Were you going yo snuggle and cuddle up with him? He could not allow that to happen.
So Belphegor got up from his bed and snuck out of the house as silently as he could. He could not afford for anyone to wake up now.
He got out of the house succesfully and RAN towards the Demon Lord’s castle, seeing red the whole way there.
Once he was outside the castle, he realized he had to be sneaky about this. Lucifer would surely punish him if he found out that his youngest brother had broken into his darling Diavolo’s castle in the middle of the night.
He circled the castle from a safe distance, trying to see if there were any signs of life at any window.
His lucky streak seemed to continue as he spotted a light at one of the windows. It could’ve been anyone’s window; but he had a good feeling he’d find you in that room.
So Belphie sized up the castle, trying to think of the best way to get into that room unseen.
Fast forward, he found himself in one of the bedrooms. Luckily for him, it was not Lord Diavolo’s room and you were there all alone. Lord Diavolo hadn’t managed to get you to cuddle with him afterall. L Diavolo, W Belphegor.
“Belphie! What are you doing here?” you whisper-shouted, surprised by his sudden appearance.
“I missed you..” Belphegor mumbled as he took off his shoes and clambered into the bed with you, pressing his face against the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.
“You’re crazy, you know that?” you sighed as you ran your hand down his back soothingly.
“Only for you..” Belphegor yawned, snuggling up to you.
Unbeknownst to you, he was currently aggressively scenting you, the bed and even the whole room, marking his territory. He was not afraid of Lord Diavolo’s reaction, not in the slightest.
You were his. Not Lord Diavolo’s, not Barbatos’, no one else’s.
But, as you were a stupid human who did not know that much about how demons worked, he was able to do all the scenting he wanted without you ever realizing it.
And that’s how you two fell asleep, holding each other, just like every night before.
Belphegor had totally meant to leave before sunrise but he had unsurprisingly overslept..
So in the morning, Barbatos knocked and entered the room, holding a tray of breakfast, “Good morning, MC, Belphegor. Here’s your breakfast. I hope you enjoy it.” Barbatos had just smiled politely as he left the silver tray on the bedside table before backing out of the room, his eyes locked with Belphegor’s, clearly smelling him all over the room and all over you.
Curiously enough, Barbatos hadn’t seemed to be at all surprised by finding Belphegor there, and on the tray there was breakfast for two.
Guess he wasn’t as sneaky as he had previously thought.
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Everyone else: *Writes Satan as a well-composed, elegant demon*
Me: *Makes him throw a hissy fit in a dog café*
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A/N: Any comments, reblogs and likes are much appreciated! Which imagine was your favorite and why? I hope you’re all good, safe and healthy.
