This is a very random and rushed sketch,but I saw a cute prompt/quote on internet and immediately thought of our first man✨(idk if someone else has already done something similar,I hope not-):
Mammon in lesson 1:
Mammon literally in lesson 4 already:
I don’t know, I thought it was funny(I also added my MC Camy because…well-)
Anyway have a nice day/night and stay safe everyone!
Okay so: in the previous post I mentioned that I was working on some sketches about the Obey Me mermaid AU. Well…I finished them! At first I didn’t know whether to use @banettepost ’s original design for Mammon or not (because after all it’s very well done and beautiful-), then I wasn’t sure about his human form (I think @omnibread1 sketched something regarding that,but then again,I didn’t want to use other people designes without permission-) so in the end…I “tried” coming up with a design of my own,starting with Mammon’s species:
a “Lemon Shark”
I chose the Lemon Shark after a long research on its features: their skin is a yellow/brown,they seem to be quite social/friendly towards other lemon sharks/humans and most importantly they like being petted a lot. So yeah,that’s basically MammonAnyway here are some sketches of merman Mammon and pirate MC (Camy):
For example this is how they first met each otherwhile the rest is basically:a chibi drawing,Mammon’s human form and pirate Camy bridal carrying a blushing merman Mammonthe line art sucks but I tried-
And that’s my version of merman Mammon,when I have some more free time,I will try sketching pirate Clover too @hyper-super-clover ✨. In any case,I hope you enjoyed. Have a nice day/night and stay safe everyone!
Me: *trying to draw merman Mammon and pirate MC just for fun*
Also me: *notices that 11/11 is Pocky Day out of nowhere* oh cool…WAIT IT’S TODAY-
I know I’m once again late, but at least not so much this time. And yes, I’m aware this sketch is very ugly and messy,but I drew everything in a rush due to having another project in progress (which is a Obey Me mermaid AU doodle…even if it isn’t summer anymore-). Anyway here’s a messy digital sketch of Mammon and MC (Camy) being dorks on Pocky Day,even wasting their last pocky out of embarrassment…but that’s not gonna stop Mammon from getting his kisses:
And well…that’s ita bit cringe I guess,but I didn’t have other ideas in mind. In any case,I hope you still enjoyed it,please have a nice day night and stay safe everyone!
***As an apology for Come Back To Me, I have come with offerings of fluff. This is my first poly!MC fluff fic that I’ve written in a while (if ever) so I hope you guys enjoy it! Thank you to the Hive for helping me get ideas together -B***
Summary: MC decides that, for once, they want to be the one to surprise and plan an outing for their significant others. Follow MC and the lords of the Devildom on their journey out into the human world and all the shenanigans that follow. Poly!MC
Dating the seven Avatars of Sin was something that you never saw coming, but something that you would never trade for the world. It was a constant thrill of guessing what surprises the day would hold for you this time. You were so grateful for them and the love that they gave you.
But sometimes you wished that you could be the one to spoil them for a change.
Since there were seven of them and one of you, it seemed like you were the one who was constantly on the receiving end of gifts, profoundly planned dates, and sentimental exchanges. It was nice and you definitely appreciated it, but you wanted to show the boys that you loved them just as equally.
So, you talked with Diavolo and with a little secretive planning, you were able to put together a day where you could do exactly that.
You bounced on your toes as you watched the brothers stumble through the portal with their eyes closed.
“Do we really have ta keep are eyes shut? I mean, it’s not like we ain’t gonna find ou- Ow!” Mammon complained as Belphie elbowed them.
“Stop complaining! Just keep your eyes shut. They put a lot of work into this, so if MC says they want it to be a surprise, then let it be a damn surprise!”
You rolled your eyes at the bickering and gently lead the brothers a little bit away from the portal. “Actually, I was just about to tell you to open your eyes, but I appreciate the backup, Belphie.”
One by one, your boyfriends opened their eyes and loudly groaned before shutting them.
“Too bright!” Levi shouted while guarding his face with his hands. “How in the world did you find somewhere this bright in the Devildom?”
You smiled as you delicately lowered Levi’s hands with your own. “Well, we aren’t exactly in the Devildom.”
Levi’s eyes instantly snapped back open as he looked around himself with the expression and enthusiasm of a kid in a candy shop. “No way! You brought us to the human world?!”
Request: I have a request of the brothers (separately) if you don’t wanna do all of them then just whichever ones you want! MC falls asleep with him and wakes up suddenly from a nightmare, BUT when he tries to comfort them they move away and look scared of him! They had a nightmare abt him hurting them! (I actually had an irl dream that Satan fuckign popped my jaw open until it broke )
I’m probably going to do Mammon and maybe one other brother, but it may take time so please have patience.
Mammon was a light sleeper. Not as light as Lucifer or Levi, but light enough to notice that your body was no longer comfortably laying against his. You both had a routine, sleeping in your room some nights and Mammon’s the others. Tonight you happened to be in Mammon’s room.
After a few seconds of squirming Mammon awoke from your movement. He was going to just readjust and go back to sleep when you pushed away from him. He blinked in confusion before you suddenly let out a cry.
It didn’t take Mammon long to realize that you were having a nightmare, but it did take him a minute to think of what to do. Hesitantly Mammon touched your shoulder. You yelped and sat up awake. Your eyes searched the room restlessly, yet somehow missed the demon beside you. Maybe the room was too dark for you to see him.
Mammon shuffled in place trying to reach fro you again.
“Mc? Are ya okay-” Mammon was cut off when you screamed and scrambled away from him.
You nearly fell off the bed, but Mammon managed to grab your arm and pull you back up. Your first reaction was to kick Mammon square in the chest.
The action hadn’t hurt Mammon, but it was shocking, and you managed to push him off of the bed. he sat up on the floor, and took a few seconds to process what happened. eventually he stood up and approached the bed much more slowly.
“Woah hey Mc… Its Just me. Its Mammon.” He spoke softly, a tone he rarely used.
He had assumed you were just so shocked from your dream that you hadn’t realized it was him. However your next words broke his heart in two.
“D-don’t hurt me… S-stay away…” Your voice was shaky and filled with panic.
“Wha-? I’m not gonna hurt ya.” Mammon debated approaching you again, but decided it was best to wait until you calmed down.
You cried quietly on the bed, and Mammon stood looking hopeless.
What can I do!? Why are they scared of me? How can I help if they’re scared of me!?
Mammon fidgeted with his pajamas, before suddenly getting an idea. He left the room quietly, and made his way to the kitchen. Luckily Beel hadn’t gotten up for his midnight snack yet, so there was still milk in the fridge.
Mammon poured some of the milk into a glass and heated it up slightly. He took his time heading back to his room, hoping to give you time to calm down a bit.
He stopped himself from entering like normal, and knocked lightly first, so that he wouldn’t startle you as much. When Mammon entered he saw you curled in on yourself on the bed. you glanced up at him, and Mammon placed the cup beside you. he sat on the opposite side of the bed, and after a moment of silence you grabbed the milk.
“You uh… Ya wanna talk about it..?” Mammon tried, keeping his voice low and even.
You hesitated, but eventually began to discus your dream. Recently you had seen a rather gruesome movies where one of the characters had snapped the protagonists arm off. The character had an appearance similar to Mammon, with platinum hair, and dark skin. Apparently it was similar enough for your unconscious mind to connect the dots.
Mammon listened quietly, slowly moving closer to you as you spoke. Eventually you were leaning onto his side.
“Horror movies are awful! That’s why I don’t watch em.” Mammon said confidently.
He hoped the words would get a giggle from you, but wasn’t too shocked when they didn’t.
“Listen… I’ve never hurt you Mc, and I never intend to. Your stuck with me! Ya got that!” Mammon smiled brightly at you.
He was relieved when he saw a small smile creep onto your lips.
“How about we watch a movie? Nothin scary, just a comedy or something. Not that i’m scared…” Mammon said, subtly pulling you closer to him.
Summary: Mammon celebrates his birthday with his family but has not received your gift yet.
Warnings: None
AN: This is my fist ever fic. I think its short and well shitty but whatever. Please give me constructive criticism. Please tell me misspelled things. Maybe requests? idk also MC is rich in this or not i just imagined it like that
Mammon x GN! Reader
Laughter filled the common room when Mammon cracked jokes with his brothers and they teased him. It was nice to see them so close together. It’s a reminder of how much they truly care about eachother.
“Come on human! Join us!” Mammon yelled over to you. A laughed huff escaped your lips as you pushed yourself off the doorframe and walked over to the demons, smiling.
“Looks like youre enojoying yourself. Im glad.” You remarked, lowering your voice at the second part, which sounded more sincere.
“Look at what Asmo got me!” Mammon shoved a suit in your face, ginning. It was a black-golden suit with many details and accessories. His eyes looked like they were glowing, his smile growing over his ears. Your face softened as you lovingly adored your boy, only snapping out of it when Asmo laughed. “Of course, I need you to look ravishing on your birthday!”
The brothers sat on the couches seeminly relaxed. Even Lucifer and Satan got along surprisingly well.. or at least pushed they shit away for the sake of Mammons birthday.
It was still rather early in the morning but as already guessed, Mammon wanted to begin with his gifts. You were exited for his reaction at yours.
“Have you opened all their gifts?”
“Of course. Not like I was excited or anythin’ it’s just part of birthdays ya know..” His blush obviously grew, while probably noticing that he started rambling, only for his eyes to widen when a thought hit him.
“O-Oi! I haven’t even opened yer gift! Eh- not that I want your gift! I MEAN I don’t expect you to have something or well you know what I-” “Mammon” The demon cringed at his obviously failed attempt to remain cool.
“Don’t worry I have a gift for you.” The oldest brother practically glowed at that.
Mammons happiness is something you always wanted to protect and cherish. The way he smiled made you feel like you are tugged in fluffy blanket. Your heart leaped every time he relaxed in your touch, calmed you after stressful days, talked you into sleep and gave you a peace of his own heart.
You walked closer to him carefully taking his new suit and giving it to Asmo, while not making eye contact with anyone.
“I arranged something with Diavolo.” Lucifer perched up at this. “I was able to convince him to give us both some time in the Human Realm.” You smirked.
“How come I was not informed?” Lucifer glared at your form. “You didn’t need to.” You shrugged not wanting to start unnecessary discussions.
“But wha-” “Ah I’m not finished.” You put your finger Mammons lips to shut him up, which obviously worked because he looked like he was overheating. “I arranged 48 hours for us. In LA.. the world of gambling.” Mammon might have actually died there with the way he stood there and stared at you.
“All the losses will be on my bank account. All the wins will be yours.” You approached the brother, this time with eye contact.
“One day. And I will buy you whatever you want.” Closer.
“One day. And I will give you whatever you want.” Closer.
“One day.. And I will do whatever you want.”
Your eyes were shining at his. The tension between you two was strong. Not sexual- well not fully. It was just there and it felt amazing.
The other brothers were ignored and blurred out at this point. All you focused on was eachother.
“At day, Mammon,” Your hand was now on his jaw and your face next to his. “the world will be ours.” Your other hand touched his chest. “And at night,” At this point your words were just breaths on his neck.
I’m just back to re-blog this for hitting 3500 followers
Thank you for the support - and if you haven’t checked out part 2 it’s right here (featuring more demons, some angels and a twisted sorcerer, and of course much more smut)
And as a thank you, just enjoy some hot gifs to think visualise as you read!
This boy talks a lot but he’s desperate for affection and love
Please hold him, he may not admit it but he’ll always want to touch you or have you touching him
He’s a big tsundere so you’ll probably have to initiate most of the affection
But you can always find him in whatever room you’re in, whether you’re lounging on the couch or hanging out with one of his brothers
He always wants to be close to you even if he doesn’t want to admit it
He’ll be a lot more likely to initiate affection if you two are alone together
Loves laying on top of you with your legs tangled together while falling asleep
He also likes when you link pinkies with him, it’s a great way to be close and make him blush (although when doesn’t he)
He’ll make excuses whenever you hug making it seem like you started it, “O-Of course you’d want to hug me, wh-who wouldn’t wanna hug the Great Mammon!”
Though if it’s late at night and catch him being particularly vulnerable you can get him hugging you and reassuring you that he feels the same way you do
Being the Prince of Devildom has its ups and downs, one of those downs being that he hasn’t been in many relationships, Diavolo is very busy and he can never be sure whether people like him or his status,
That’s why you are like a breath of fresh air to him
Diavolo knows you love him for who he is which is a relief for him
Especially because that means he can get the affection he desperately craves
He always wants to be touching you in some way
He would love to have you sit in his lap during meetings if you’re comfortable with it
He frequently invites you to the castle for tea and he’ll have a special room for you to stay in whenever you’re over
Although he would love if you feel comfortable enough to sleep in his bed with you
Diavolo seems like he would like to sleep facing each other while holding hands
A compilation of all the alphabet prompts I’ve answered for Mammon, now that all the letters are done!
A = Aftercare(what they’re like after sex)
A lot of Mammon’s tsundere attitude disappears after sex. Lying by his partner’s side, enjoying the afterglow, with no one else around to judge him, makes Mammon much more open to voicing his feelings. He’ll repeatedly tell them how much he loves them and how good they make him feel. All he wants at this point is to be cuddled and held, his touch starved nature making itself known. Of course, he’d never say no to some extra praise and verbal affection, too, craving validation and comfort.
B = Body part(their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Mammon absolutely adores his partner’s eyes. Their gaze alone holds so much power over him and it’s so easy for him to get lost in it. During sex, he likes being able to maintain eye contact, wanting to watch the minute changes in their expression, knowing that he’s the one making them feel good.
He doesn’t have a specific part of his body that he’d consider his favorite. He puts a lot of effort into his physical looks, and he’s very proud of every part of his appearance. However, if his partner comments on something they like about him, he’ll start putting more effort into that aspect of himself for a bit. Something as simple as commenting on how soft his hair is, is more than enough to make him spend an extra hour or two in the mornings, making his hair as soft and fluffy as possible.
Just thinking about how much S2(?) Mammon would get teased about his crush on MC on a daily basis by not just his brothers, but the entire Devildom.
He isn’t exactly quiet in public either, so I am confident that he’s sparked quite a few misunderstandings with the whole ‘I am MC’s first’ thing. Thanks to his brothers gossiping amongst their friend circles (or jealous complaining in Levi’s case), the entire demon realm knows that the second Lord is heads over heels for the human exchange student.
Can’t let such a wonderful chance to be demonic pass up, now can they?
Shopkeepers always refer to MC as ‘his partner’ and offer schemes for couples whenever he’s out with them even if he’s blushing profusely and screaming at them to cut it out. One can clearly observe their grins as soon as his back is towards them; they clearly enjoy the entertainment they get out of watching a demon lord acting like an overgrown attention-hungry puppy.
At Fangol practice matches, succubae from the cheerleading squad intentionally ask MC to cheer and ‘scream a player’s name as hard as they can’ when Mammon’s within earshot so that they can watch him stomp over all cherry red and blurt out some poor excuse about why the human can’t. They coo and giggle over it in the showers like high schoolers.
His manager in charge of arranging his photoshoots always asks MC to visit and purposefully gets them surrounded by staff, and the entire set gets an absolute kick out of watching the second born get irritable and distracted throughout the job. Quite a few times, the photographer had to accommodate the human into the shoot as well just to get Mammon to sit still.
The witches purposefully whisper about MC whenever Mammon comes over. It’s their new best way to strike deals with him; dirt and information on MC in exchange for money and favors. It works like a charm. Every. Single. Time. After a while, they toned down on it because even they started feeling bad for tricking him like that.
Everyone’s always known that he’s possessive of his belongings, but this time they can see it is different. How he’s like a different person around MC.
Mammon is the butt of so many harmless and quite frankly adorable jokes because of his lovesickness. A lot of Lust demons even fawn over it once in a while which in turn gets Asmo riled up. A lot of demonesses secretly wish their boyfriends and lovers were more like him. Demons want some soft loving too, you know.
Sorry girls, there’s only one like that. And his heart belongs to only one.
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.”
Summary: Mammon surprises MC with an impromptu date.
Characters/Ship: Mammon x MC
Word count: ~1.6k
Warnings: None, just fluff and some comfort =)
When MC received a series of texts from Mammon demanding that they meet him outside of HoL, they weren’t expecting to see him leaning against the hood of his flashy red convertible with a nervous expression. Upon hearing their approaching footsteps, his demeanor changed completely as he looked over at them with a confident smile.
“There ya are,” he remarked, straightening his posture. “Took ya long enough! C’mon, we’re goin’ for a joy ride.”
“What brought this on?” MC inquired, stopping near him.
Mammon redirected his gaze to the side while scratching the back of his neck. “Uh, well, I haven’t driven this car in a while, so I was makin’ sure the battery didn’t die. Now that I got it up and runnin’, I figured, y’know, might as well use it.”
The human looked between the car and the tsundere demon. “Is that the only reason?”
“W-Well, if we’re drivin’, we may as well go somewhere.”
“Like where?”
“Hey, I didn’t ask ya to come out here to play twenty questions! We’re goin’ where I feel like goin’! So, get in the car already!”
Although Mammon’s head was turned away as MC as they got in the car, they noticed the hint of red peeking out on the tips of his ears. They smiled to themself while getting situated in their seat.
This was the car the two of them drove in during their mini road trip the previous summer. The passenger’s seat remained in the same position that MC set it to when they last rode in it, and even the brochures from the places they visited and the tiny souvenirs they picked up along the way remained exactly where they left them. It felt like MC had stepped right back into the fond memory. Except Mammon was in his usual attire now, rather than an open tropical shirt and shorts. Not to mention, MC had no idea where they were going this time. The last car ride was done with a thought-out plan created by both of them, but now only the demon operating the vehicle’s stick shift knew what was happening.
Mammon turned the key in the ignition, and a wide toothy grin graced his features while he listened to the engine purr smoothly.
“All right, let’s get rollin’!” he declared excitedly.
Mammon drove the car out of the HoL grounds and toward their mysterious destination. There was a bit of anxiety tugging at MC from letting him take the reins without knowing more about what he was plotting, but they knew he was only secretive about things that were meant to be special. If it was one of his money-making schemes, he’d be rambling on about it by this point. Instead, his smile never left his face as he talked with them casually about recent events and shared entertaining stories related to his brothers and the Purgatory Hall trio. He made sure to speak loud enough over the wind whipping through the duo’s hair as the car zoomed forward. Music from the radio played quietly in the background of it all, only being turned up when one of them wanted to pause from their conversation to sing along to it. It was all relaxing and fun just like the summer road trip, allowing any trace of worry in the human to dissolve completely.
Time flew by as swiftly as the passing Devildom scenery. Before they both realized it, they had reached the location Mammon wanted to bring them to. The high energy from the ride gradually lowered as the car slowed to a stop at the end of a dirt road. Even the typically-loud demon toned down while he parked the car and turned off the engine. He took on a more serious persona, but it wasn’t in a scary or concerning sort of way–it was gentle, showing that what was to come was important to him.
“We’re nearly there,” Mammon explained. He opened his car door before glancing back at MC. “It’s just past this clearing.”
The human got out of their side of the car and circled over to where Mammon was waiting for them. “Are you going to tell me what’s there first?”
“That’d ruin the surprise! N-Not that I was plannin’ a surprise for ya or anything! This just happened to be where I wanted to stop.”
MC’s features softened at his flustered response. Their hand instantly found his, giving it a light squeeze that sent a darker blush to the demon’s already-flushed cheeks. “Okay. Let’s see it then.”
For a few moments, Mammon lost himself in MC’s eyes and the fuzzy sensation their hand gave his whole body. The sound of a twig snapping under the weight of his shifting feet brought him back to his senses, prompting him to face forward so he could refocus on what he was doing.
“R-Right,” he said while clearing his throat. “Follow me. And watch your step! I don’t want ya fallin’ on me.”
Hand-in-hand, Mammon led MC further ahead, taking them both up a steady climbing slope. The trees thinned out until all that was left was a grassy hill, towering over the surrounding forests. There were other tall rolling hills at varying distances past this one, and the lights from the capital city of the Devildom was just barely visible in the horizon from behind the duo. The most prominent sight of all there, though, was the vast dark sky. Its many stars glimmered magnificently just above the pair, not dulled by the lights from buildings and the street lamps that were necessary to navigate through the eternally-dark realm. The view put the HoL’s planetarium to shame, MC thought just after they located one of the many brilliantly shining constellations they learned about from Belphegor.
“This is amazing,” they remarked, more to themself than Mammon.
“I know, right?” he agreed proudly. He guided them to sit down next to him at the top of the hill. “It’s my own private spot. No one else knows about this place except for me! …And, w-well, now you.”
“How’d you find this place?”
“I stumbled across it when I ran away from home one time. It’s real quiet and pretty here, so it helped me clear my head before I went back. Now I come here whenever I need to get away for a bit, like when Lucifer’s houndin’ me too much. Oh, but hey, don’t go tellin’ anyone else about this place, got it?”
“Okay. But, if it’s such a secret, then why did you decide to show this to me?”
Mammon turned his gaze up to the sky. A gentle breeze ruffled his hair, revealing the contemplative look in his eyes and the stars that reflected within them. The usual lies and deflection threatened to slip from his lips, but he held them back. Maybe it was because of the sentimental feelings that usually come out when it’s later at night, or because of the sense of comfort he always experienced when the one he loved most was next to him. Whatever the reason was, something told him to be honest in his answer to MC.
“…’Cause I–” Mammon forced himself to lock eyes with MC. “–wanted to share this place with you.”
They blinked in surprise, unsure of how to reply. Luckily for them, the Avatar of Greed had more to say.
“You’re the only other one I want to know about this spot. I want ya to be able to come here whenever my brothers get too annoyin’ for ya, or you’re feelin’ stressed about schoolwork, or ya just wanna escape for a little. B-But ya can’t come here alone! And not just ‘cause Lucifer would feed me to Cerberus if I let ya suddenly disappear on your own. Whether it’s in my car or I use my wings to fly ya here, I’m comin’ with ya! I’ll give ya some space, but I don’t want ya sufferin’ alone or nothin’. Whatever is botherin’ ya, we’ll cool down here and get through it together. And…if I ever need to come here for myself again, I hope you’ll come with me, too. I feel like I can conquer anything when you’re with me, y’know. So, um, maybe you’ll feel the same way when I’m with ya.”
MC was more speechless than before, if that were possible. Seeing Mammon so vulnerable in front of them was a rare sight. Even so, it was slowly becoming more frequent, and MC couldn’t help but feel their heart swell at how much trust he had in them to be this open around them. Their eyes lowered to his hand, which had separated from theirs when they sat down and was currently picking at the grass nervously. They clasped it with both of theirs and held it up between them.
“Thank you, Mammon,” they said warmly. “I’d be honored to share this place with you.”
The demon’s gaped mouth was replaced with a small grin as relief washed over him. “Good. R-Right, yeah, good. I mean, I’d have to find a spell to erase your memory or somethin’ if ya didn’t agree, so I’m glad I don’t gotta go through that trouble.”
MC laughed at his claim, knowing full-well he’d never do that to them. The sound echoed in the air and eased Mammon completely. Another reason he had decided to bring them there tonight was because he noticed they weren’t acting like themself that day. Even if they didn’t tell him what was troubling them, at least he was able to help them feel better. Looks like the surprise date was a success.
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.
Summary: MC is ready to start the day, but Mammon doesn’t want to get out of bed yet.
Characters/Ship: Mammon x MC
Word count: 849
Warnings: None, just fluff =)
The sound of MC’s alarm on their phone echoed through the dark room, blaring in the human’s ears as they hid under the warm bed covers. Without sunlight streaming through the windows in the mornings as it did in the human world, MC relied on this incessant noise to know when to start each day in the Devildom. As comfortable as they were, they had to get up. Plus, the alarm was beginning to get on their nerves…
MC tried to force their arm out of the cozy sheets and into the cooler air to find their phone; however, the stronger pair of arms wrapped around them denied their body of any movement. They glanced over at the demon beside them, only able to make out his fluffy white hair while his face was buried in their back. To any onlooker, he would appear to still be asleep, but the human knew better: Mammon had woken up the moment the alarm went off. Even when he was in a deep sleep and snored like he was sawing wood, the tiniest disturbance would awake him instantly, putting him on high alert. Fortunately, this wasn’t the first time he had heard MC’s alarm, so he was able to remain calm yet still aware of his surroundings–and he was well aware that the alarm meant MC was going to leave the bed.
“Mammon, let go,” MC called to him over the noisy phone. “I need to turn off my alarm.”
The demon merely grunted in response while snuggling further into them.
“So you want to hear this sound for another, like, fifteen minutes? You like it that much?”
A few seconds of thought passed before Mammon loosened his hold MC, just enough for them to reach over and grab their phone. Once he heard the sound stop, he secured his grip around the human again.
“Mammon,” they whined, trying not to laugh at his familiar greedy behavior, “I need to get out of bed, too. And so do you.”
“Not yet,” he mumbled, his voice groggy. He kept his eyes closed in hopes that he could go back to sleep with MC in his arms for at least another few minutes. This was one of his favorite times with his human, where he could fully enjoy their presence all to himself without his brothers–or even his tsundere nature, since he was tired enough to not think about it–butting in to ruin things.
MC wanted to bask in this moment for as long as they could as well, but they knew they couldn’t stay there forever. There were things to be done that day, and they didn’t even want to imagine the fights that would break out among the demon brothers if one of them found the duo cuddling together. So, it was up to MC–as it was every time they fell asleep with Mammon–to be the responsible individual in this situation.
“If we don’t get up soon, we might be late for breakfast,” they pointed out.
“M’kay,” he muttered, not concerned in the slightest.
“And you know Beel will eat our portions, right?”
“Mm-hm.”
“…We have classes at RAD this morning, too,” they reminded him. “If we’re late for that, Lucifer will string us up.”
“Nothin’ new.”
“Youwant to get strung up again?”
“No,” he began, a hint of irritation in his tone as he readjusted his unyielding hold on MC to push their head into his chest, “I just want ya to stay here. Now be quiet.”
MC huffed through their nose, sending little ripples across the front of Mammon’s shirt. His heart wasn’t pounding like it usually did when he held them; it was a steady, soothing beat–one that threatened to lull the human back to sleep. The longer this went on, the harder it was becoming for them to want to leave the Avatar of Greed’s embrace.
Since negative reinforcement wasn’t working this morning, it was time to switch it up. MC managed to pull back a bit to look up at Mammon before giving him a quick kiss on his chin. His eyes shot open at the touch–now he was on high alert.
“Wh-Wha–?!” he sputtered, heat radiating from his cheeks.
The action caught him so off-guard that MC nearly slipped out of his weakened grip. Unfortunately for them, Mammon recovered in time to pull them right back to his chest.
“Wh-Where do ya think you’re goin’ after pullin’ a sneaky move like that, huh?!” he asked. “What was that for?!”
“A kiss for passage out of the bed,” MC explained with a shrug.
Mammon’s mouth twisted with a mix of emotions. “Y-You–!” He pouted as he rested his forehead against theirs. “I’m gonna need a lot more of that before I even consider lettin’ ya go.”
“Hmm, how about some now and the rest later on today? Would that deal please the Great Mammon?”
“…Fine. Deal. You’re lucky I’m feelin’ generous this mornin’.”
And that’s how MC started their day with the Avatar of Greed, with both of their faces coated in a multitude of kisses.
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.”
