A BEAUTIFUL WINTERS DAY...! | INOSUKE HASHIBIRA

➻ A BEAUTIFUL WINTERS DAY...! | INOSUKE HASHIBIRA

➻ WINTER SPECIAL : DAY TWO

➻ PAIRING: Inosuke Hashibira x Gender Neutral!Reader

➻ PROMPT: Inosuke always looks beautiful, but with his hair and eyelashes covered in snowflakes he was even prettier.

➻ WORDS: 640

➻ WARNINGS: mentions of [ n/a ]

➻ A/N: unedited.

YOU HAD ALWAYS KNOWN THAT INOSUKE WAS BEAUTIFUL.

It was a very odd fact, but a fact nonetheless. The rough-and-tumble boy with muscles that put even grown men to shame and that terrifying boar mask was actually one of the most gorgeous people you had ever laid eyes on. Dark shoulder-length hair with indigo tips that always looked flawless — even though you knew he only took care of it when you forced him to —, large bright green eyes that were both intimidating and inquisitive, and those eyelashes…perhaps the very things that you were the most jealous of.

Especially now…Inosuke didn’t seem to notice the fact that you were staring at him, though you were sure that he knew and was choosing not to comment on it in favor of looking up towards the sky. Fluffy clouds rested overhead and opened up to sprinkle out the first, and probably the lightest snow, of the season. You were surprised to learn that Inosuke absolutely loved the snow, and when he first realize that it would be snowing he dragged you outside. 

Despite the cold and your desperate want to go back inside and settle by the fire where it was warm, you allowed him to drag you outside just because watching his excitement was one of your favorite things. It was especially rare to see him without the mask that he wore even when he was sleeping — and bathing — so you had sworn to take every chance you could get. 

And when the sky opened up and he tilted his face towards the clouds to bask in the feeling of the cold snowflakes hitting his skin, you were truly hit with just how beautiful he is. The snowflakes stuck to his face and melted against his warm skin, some caught in his hair giving it a fuzzy-looking texture, and then…in those lucky flakes that got caught in those jealousy-inducing eyelashes and glittered with each blink. 

You were shellshocked at this new sight, this new display of innocence and pureness that he was displaying, And you felt deeply honored that he felt comfortable enough to share this kind of moment with you.

“What’re you staring at?” his gruff, defensive voice, broke through the silence on such a calm day but even that didn’t dissuade your staring… now that he was looking at you blinking away the snowflakes almost lazily you were even more entranced. 

“Just you,” you shrugged with a smile, “I think you’re beautiful, Inosuke.”

He blinked owlishly a few times before his face twisted into a snarl, just like it always did when someone complimented him. “I’m not beautiful,” he dramatically flexed his muscles, still somehow able to forgo a shirt in the rapidly declining warmth, “I’m strong and manly!”

You rolled your eyes affectionately having heard this spiel at least a million times by now, “You can be strong, manly, and beautiful — you know.” you said placing your hands on your hips, suddenly feeling determined to win the argument. This was likely something you would later regret because arguing with Inosuke was hands down one of the most frustrating things you could ever imagine. 

“Nope!” Inosuke stomped his foot, “The King of the Mountains cannot be beautiful!”

The snow had seemed to fall heavier at his words, getting caught and tangled in his eyelashes and he seemed to be completely non the wiser to it as he blinked normally. Even with the twisted scowl on his face and broad stance, against the backdrop of this growing winter wonderland, Inosuke really did look beautiful.

( if only he wasn’t incredibly difficult )

“Well…you’re beautiful to me,” you shrugged.

His cheeks flushed pink, a strange sight to see on the normally abrasive and loud young man. He let out a tch noise and turned away from you, “Whatever.”

demon slayer masterlist

hold this for me

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

cw: ua students setting, gender neutral reader, swearing obviously, classmates/friends to lovers, bakugou is a tsundere through and through, i know the classrooms don’t have regular doors just bear with it.. slightly suggestive in the end, but this is just some mushy sappy shit for you all

analysis: you know, bakugou can do a lot with his hands. but he especially likes to hold things for you and only you.

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bakugou likes to hold stuff for you.

the first time you notice it is during a regular school day. the bell rings and that’s everyone’s cue to stand and depart from their desks to move on to lunch.

there’s the usual chattering from the dekusquad as they take their time to exit the classroom. bakugou and his friends aren’t that far off either, with the blonde grouching behind his gang as they move towards the door.

you’re trailing behind them leisurely, and that’s when you see it.

the door swings slightly and you’re about to raise your arm up to push it back to continue walking when a hand catches it and stops it from closing any further.

you blink once, twice—and see that the hand belongs to a certain blonde. bakugou stares at you a second too long; red irises unreadable before you hear his signature scoff and he turns away.

“you’re such a slow ass,” is all you get before he’s sauntering after his friends, and you narrowly dodge the door as it falls shut.

did he just hold the door open for you?

before you can call him out on it, he’s already down the hall, sneering at kirishima who had placed his hand on his shoulder.

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the second time you notice it is during training. the heat is sweltering—literally everyone is panting and sweating and you’re sure one of your classmates is gonna pass out from heat exhaustion.

thankfully, aizawa is nearly done with today’s session. it’s obvious that the sleep-deprived teacher isn’t fond of today’s weather either.

most of your classmates, along with yourself, had tossed your gym jackets aside on the floor, but with the session finished, you figure you might as well grab yours from the pile.

you turn and nearly crash face first into bakugou’s chest.

“ow-! bakugou? what’re you-” you splutter and barely have time to actually ask what he’s doing before he’s shoving your jacket into your arms. and then you splutter in surprise some more.

“here, dumbass.” that’s all he has to say, glaring down at you intensely. (seriously, is he always scowling? it’s like he’s staring into your soul or something.)

“oh- uh, thanks?” you gather your jacket into your arms and then tie it around your waist. shit, he’s still standing there. “…you really didn’t have to.”

his arms are crossed when you look at him again. “yeah, yeah. go drink water or something. you look like you’re gonna pass the fuck out.”

(yikes. maybe you were the one who looks like they’re gonna pass out from heat exhaustion if bakugou is wasting his time to tell you that.)

your nose scrunches up. “right.”

and before you can say anything else, he’s storming away, hands shoved in his pockets ‘n all. some of the others usher over to you, bombarding you with questions, and realization dawns on you.

“what’d he say to you?”

“did bakugou just give you your jacket?”

“did he say anything else?”

(despite all the talking, you also realize that had been bakugou’s own little way—albeit a little gruff—of telling you to take care of yourself.)

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the third time you notice is all it takes for you to actually realize it.

the entire class had somehow managed to plan out a night at the movies over the weekend. what is even more surprising to you is that kirishima had somehow convinced bakugou to go.

(what you didn’t know at the time was that kiri had actually teased the explosive blonde that he’d be sitting next you. bakugou for sure as hell wasn’t gonna allow that.)

you’re running a little late to the theater—you really should have left with the others at the same time but you decided to get ready a bit later than you should’ve.

by the time you’re entering the theater, the previews are already playing on the big screen. you squint and try to catch sight of your classmates, walking along the rows of seats.

“oi, dumbass,” bakugou sneers to grab your attention, and you blink at him. he’s seated at the end of the row, away from the others, though they wave at you once they see you. he speaks again so you can look back at him, “i held up and saved this seat for you. sit your ass down already.”

you stare at him for a couple of seconds, dumbfounded. he, bakugou katsuki, wants you to sit next to him? the question must be written all over your face because he scowls. “come on- fucking sit down already!”

if it weren’t for the darkened lighting, you might have seen the pink on his cheeks as you giggle and make yourself comfortable for the next hour or so. “thanks, bakugou! you really didn’t have to save me a seat, y’know.” it makes you feel all warm that he did, though.

he slouches in his seat (somewhat towards you) and shoves his cheek into his palm. “fuckin’ whatever,” he mumbles, trying to play it off, “if you talk too much during the movie, i’ll kick your ass.”

and as you cast him a sideways glance, you snort in amusement. “whatever you say, bakugou.”

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you realize he likes holding stuff for you.. even if vehemently denies it with everything he has. with every fiber of his being. just like how he is right now with a bouquet of flowers.

“it’s not like it’s anything special! just fuckin’ take it, dumbass!” he threatens, looking at anything and everything but you, “‘fore i change my goddamn mind.”

he’s awkwardly standing in the doorframe of your dorm room after you had answered his knocking. he’s in his regular clothes, nothing too fancy, but you’re looking at him like he had just offered you the world.

“well?” his voice is loud but clearly racked with uncertainty, and you’re pretty sure that if he holds the flowers any longer they’re gonna burn up.

your heart flutters at his flustered state, and you decide to relieve him of his nervousness, however cute it makes him, and take the flowers from him with a genuine smile. “i love them. thank you, katsuki.”

his eyes then meet yours all wide before he’s grumbling again. “yeah, yeah. your welcome.”

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you decide to test it out, even though you’re now in a committed relationship with the red-eyed blonde.

now, bakugou is a refined chef. (or so he claims.) young man could whip up a lot of good meals thanks to his skills in the kitchen. so what does he do? he drags you over to help him.

though, it seems like some of the stuff you need is missing, so you go digging around the cabinets ‘n drawers as your boyfriend lingers over your shoulder.

“dumbass,” he grunts, “are you even sure it’s in there?” his tone is all accusatory as you start rummaging through one of the cabinets for a certain pot.

“i’m sure, ‘suki!” you insist, pulling and taking some things out. “hold on, hold this stuff f’me.”

all he does is grunt in confirmation and that’s all you need. sure, you can simply place them onto the counter but letting bakugou hold them for you is way more fun.

by the time you were done emptying out the cabinet, your boyfriend is balancing a complicated stack of pans, pots, and other tupperware in his arms. “the fuck, dumbass?” he scolds you, growling, “hold on-!”

you can’t help but burst into laughing until the small tower of stuff wobbles and you make a loud mess in the kitchen.

yes, he still likes holding stuff for you—even if you’re a little shit sometimes.

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now, you’re pretty confident that you know he likes holding anything for you. like, pretty confident. (it doesn’t hurt to still test it out, though. you like to keep him on his toes sometimes.)

you’re walking alongside him back to the dorms after a grocery run. it had first started as an adventure to grab bakugou’s precious spicy ramen and your favorite snacks, before his “stupid extras” of friends asked for some stuff too.

“katsu,” you coo at him to get his attention sweetly. you know it takes very little for him to listen to you, and you like to use that to your advantage. “can you hold this for me?”

bakugou turns his head and raises a brow expectantly at you. “tch. what is it?” he grunts, already willing.

you offer up your free hand with a stupid grin.

two seconds pass and then his face immediately flushes with the realization of what you want him to hold. “if you wanted to hold hands, you could’ve asked like a normal person, weirdo,” he grumbles, but he takes your hand nonetheless and twines your fingers with his.

you raise your joined hands together to press a kiss against his knuckles. “thanks, katsuki.”

his blush deepens as he tilts his chin up in feigned annoyance. “don’t even have to ask, idiot.” yet, there’s fondness that coats his voice.

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it’s in the dead of night that you ask bakugou katsuki to hold one more thing for you.

the moonlight dances over the expanse of bakugou’s room through the window. there’s the sound of crickets and their songs outside too.

but you and katsuki are only focused on each other, lost in each other’s touch. there’s only hushed whispers and soft caresses between the two of you.

and as you kiss him, you ask him to hold your heart.

which he gladly does, because if anything, bakugou katsuki loves to hold things for you.

bakugou taking you shopping and spoiling you 😫

you sent this months ago, m sorry for getting to you so late but life happens so i hope you understand

pairing: rich bf! bakugou x fm!reader

word count: 628

he will he will !!

doesn't see the point of having so much money if he can't even let his partner have fun with it.

yk those tiktoks of guys taking pics of whatever their partner touches on the shelves while shopping?? yeah he's that bf EXCEPT he put them in the cart immediately instead of taking a pic 😩 you might have to physically put them away yourself if you don't actually want it cause he thinks you're just saying no to save his money and shit. will pout and glare at you the whole time you're emptying the cart from things you actually don't need.

"why the fuck did you take out 14 items from the cart" he huffs while pouting

"'cause i don't need 7 kinds of mascara and 7 different kinds of eyeliner!"

also asks you to make a pinterest board of the style you love recently to help you pick out clothes while shopping. if he will be overseas for some mission and he sees some accessory or some certain type of fabric or dress that you had saved in your board he will buy it on spot. at times you may forget what you had saved in that board but he will 100% remember it just to have a chance to come across something you love and spoil you.

"didn't you save this top on your board"

"huh?? i did?? omg babe you remember!"

"course i fuckin' do baby, gonna tell you if i see something else from there again" HEART EYES FRFR

clings to your waist when you're looking through clothes and whispers what he thinks in your ear.

"hmm think this will go well with the skirt i got earlier, right?"

"yeah, it's so hot baby, you will look so good, always do my pretty baby"

he will catch you holding two things and contemplating which one to get cause you love both of them and he will just come over, grab both of them and put it in your cart. it always leaves you speechless.

never lets you contemplate, if you like two of them you get two of them.

if you like six of them then you get six of them.

"which one do you think look better suki?"

"s' hard to decide for you baby, everything looks good on ya" grabs both of the dresses you'd just tried on that you were holding in your hands and puts them in the cart and looks SOO proud while he walks away with it and you just stand there like 🧍🏻‍♀️😦

looks for chances to take you shopping, he's just so desperate to show you his love in every way. it's the weekend? how about going to the various brand stores and look what's new and perhaps let your big rich bf get it for you? holiday? shopping. festival? shopping. made plans to go out with friends? how about getting a new outfit for that day!

he will also hide the price tags with his hands if you keep looking at them. let's say you love this dress but by the fabric of the dress alone you can tell it costs enough to not have a second thought before dropping it.

"looks so pretty baby, let's get it"

"-but it looks a little too.."

he sighs as he takes the dress from your hands and you both look at the price tag, your eyes almost pop out of their sockets at the big bold $80,000

"i thought you said its expensive" he scoffs as he walks ahead with the dress in his hands and an arm circling around your waist and you're just left looking up at him with your jaw kissing the core of the earth.

rich bf things 😮‍💨

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Removing makeup is the most tedious task I’ve ever seen, the skin care that comes after? Please, you need DISCIPLINE to get that shit done properly.

What if you are drunk though? The sedation is in your blood, you are slurring and you will pass out any moment. You had a fun night with your friends, but it was high time that you should’ve been home. Boyfriend Keigo coming to the rescue as he carefully carries you in his arms, flying slowly, so as to not initiate any symptoms of throwing up. He prefers flying in lower altitudes when he’s with you so his precious little baby doesn’t feel the icy cold of Japan nights high up the sky.

When you reach home, he is quick to remove your heels. Often wondering how the hell do you even dance in those… then looks at your face, glammed up, looking as beautiful as ever. It is not the face that he is used to, he is used to waking up to and sleeping next to his bare-faced beauty. However, he knows what’s to be done exactly. In those rare moments when he’s home early, he watches you like a Hawk :3 doing your normie night time routine.

Letting you fall asleep in the soft duvet of the bed, he takes out your makeup remover, cotton pads, removing every speck of your makeup, proceeding to cleanse your skin, putting your salicylic acid toner, maybe even retinol 🤷🏻‍♀️ then after he is done with all the shenanigans, he loves to apply lip balm to your lips and then kisses it softly, grinning proudly at his handiwork, watching your glossy, cleansed skin as he kisses your forehead. Soft, careful murmurs of how lucky he is to have you, how beautiful you are, how kind you are, how strong and inspiring you are to him; fill the room until he gives in to slumber. <3

Fem!reader.

To say 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 was mad was an understatement, because he was fucking fuming. His rough and scarred hands clawing at anything they could grab on to, with the unfortunate victim being the arm rest of the couch he was sitting on, well— half sitting on, considering the fact that his body, trembling in rage, was hunched so far forward that it looked like he would slip off at any second.

Kaminari— who was seated beside him (albeit further away then usual) decided he wouldn’t make a snide comment on this one, like he normally would, because he knew the moment he’d open up his big mouth, his head would no longer be attached to the neck. So he fought against his urges to tease the hot head and just mind his own business, though occasionally throwing him glances to make sure that he would not become Bakugou’s next victim when the armrest gets boring to scratch at.

‘I’ll kill that bastard, I’ll really kill him this time!’ The ash blond screams in his head, his fierce, red eyes locked onto one thing and one thing only— you. You looked so pretty in your casual clothes, better then the ugly fucking gym clothes you’d choose to wear when training, because the design of them does you no justice. But these clothes do. It’s cold today, so he’s at least glad you decided to be smart for once and wear a long sleeved shirt to stay relatively warm.

Though it’s not your choice of clothing Bakugou should be focused on right now, but the damn stupid extra, cluelessly standing right in front of you, and although you don’t seem to mind the closeness of their presence, It’s way too close for Bakugou’s liking, because in his opinion, you should communicate with anyone at least three feet away. But alas, he doesn’t own you and you have free will to say and do whatever you please. Though sometimes he wished you wouldn’t, not when the person you’re talking with is him.

Stupid, fucking, Deku.

Stupid fucking Deku who smiles at you so sweetly— a hand on your shoulder while you both converse about hero society and whatnot. Boring stuff that Bakugou couldn’t give a shit about, which is exactly why he shooed you off with a ‘leave me alone’ and left to take a seat when you tried to get him immersed into the conversation. Though now— if he knew how your attention would be solely onto the damn nerd, smiling and looking at him like he hung the stars and more— he would have put up with it and kept guard.

Is he jealous? No, Bakugou doesn’t get jealous. He gets angry. And when he gets angry, he takes it out on anything and anyone. So— with the already little patience he had, had finally dried up, he wastes not time in shooting up from the couch and stalking over towards the both of you, ignoring Kaminari’s exaggerated, loud exhale of relief when he leaves.

He successfully makes his presence known— either from his heavy booted footsteps thumping across the hardwood floor in your direction, or how he’s already shouting loud profanities at the top of his lungs, directed to the poor green head nerd he’s been violently eying for the past minute. “Damn Deku! Get your grubby hands offa’ her!” There’s not a hint remorse laced in his tone, a sign that he’s not messing around.

Izuku quickly does as he’s told, throwing his hands up in front of his face defensively, praying to god that he didn’t anger the boy even more the he already is, when he unconsciously lets out a small, pathetic ‘eek—!’ in surprise. “K-kaachan! What’s wrong?! What did I do?!” He stutters out, mentally passing out when his arms are swatted away and his shirt collar is roughly being pulled upwards, his tips of his feet just barely kissing the ground.

“What do you think you did, ya damn loser!” He carelessly shakes the poor, smaller boy around in air— excavating multiple scared squeaks from him in to process. And when you start to see vibrant, red sparks emit from the blond haired boys hand, you decide to finally step in and break them up.

“Katsuki, quit it. Leave Izuku alone, he didn’t do whatever you’re mad about.” He turns his head towards you, his previously narrowed eyes slightly softening when they land on your face. And although you’re staring at him in annoyance— he still thinks you look as beautiful as you did the day he met you, all while unconsciously letting his hand loosen and dropping Midoriya from his grip, letting him fall ass first on the floor.

“You’re on first name basis with this guy? When did you get so close with him?” He asks, mentally cursing himself by how much softer his voice sounds when it’s directed towards you. You blink once, then twice, making his eyes twitch when you blink a third time. “God, don’t look at me like that!” He tries to ignore the way his face starts to feel hotter, but he’s sure his ears are bright red.

“Why… do you care, who I’m friends with, or who I’m close to?” You slowly question— sending Midoriya an apologetic, tilted smile when he cautiously waves you off and quietly crawls away from the now awkward situation he found himself in. “It’s not like we’re dating or anything, I can bond with whoever I want to. But since you asked, Izuku and I grew close when I helped him confess to his feelings Ochako.”

Now it’s his turn to blink in confusion, staring at you like you grew a second head. “You mean, those two idiots are… dating?” You nod, a teasing smile slowly etching across your face at his baffled expression. “And you don’t have feelings for him… do you?” You once again, nod, making Bakugou let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Why do you wanna know? You jealous or something? Ohh, I see. You like me, don’t you.” Except your teasing words don’t receive the reaction you were expecting. Usually when teased about his feelings, Bakugou would blow up and threaten your life, but this time, his voice his just above a whisper as he embarrassedly looks off to the side.

“Yeah… maybe i do. So what?”

The brothers and what they love about Christmas

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Lucifer

If confronted, he will deny it, but Lucifer's favorite during the holidays is the time spent together with his family.

For Lucifer, December is exactly the opposite of a period of tranquillity. There are permission slips, documents and arrangements to take care of for upcoming winter festivals, devil day celebrations and other seasonalities. In fact, his work would increase tenfold during the holidays and more often than not, he would spend Christmas in his study trying to catch up with all the work.

The day felt like no other, Lucifer drags himself back home from RAD at a late evening, overlooking the illuminated town as fatigue take over every cell in his body. Finally making it back, he hangs his coat on his way to his study, briefly passing by the living room as he detects a figure recumbent on the couch. Lucifer sighs at Belphegor's carelessness and carefully drapes a blanket over his sleeping body.

"Lucifer, you're finally back!" He turns towards your voice, spotting you on the floor along with Satan, Leviathan and Mammon in the middle of a heated game of cards. Beelzebub is heading back from the kitchen with snacks for everyone while Asmodeus is hanging the stockings over the fireplace.

"I apologize, but I have to hurry back and finish the rest of my work for today."

"Oh come on, it's Christmas!" You object, the rest of the brothers backing you up and call for him to join in. "Work will still be there tomorrow, we'll even let you pick the movie!"

Lucifer suppresses a grin; it's not every night he gets to see a lovely picture of his siblings happily socializing with one another, with one uniting force to bring them all together- you.

With no further retaliation, he ditches his responsibilities for one night and one night only.

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Mammon

Mammon's favorite Christmas tradition is, of course, the presents.

Prior to your arrival, Mammon had attempted multiple times to convince Lucifer to celebrate Christmas at the house of lamentation. Over and over again, Lucifer refused, claiming it's a waste of their time and energy and that he has work to fulfil during the holidays regardless. But when you came along, he finally had a good enough reason to coax Lucifer into it, implying it would really impress lord Diavolo if they could arrange a proper celebration for the new human exchange student. Lucifer finally caves in to his demands, under the condition that he will be the one to take care of all the preparations.

"I'm telling ya, Christmas in this house is a blast, we'll knock your stockings off with our decor." As per usual, Mammon bluffs his way into impressing you, talking your ear off while the two of you are out holiday shopping. He detecs a hopeful gleam in your eyes and is determined to give you the best Christmas he can, despite being away from your home in the human world. After all, here in the devildom, with him, is where you belong now.

"You head home first, The Great Mammon have shady business to attend to here in sum places, not stuff ya wanna be involved in, m'kay?" Mammon pulls you closer by your hip and plants a loving peck to your forehead before releasing you on your merry way. When he's assured you're out of sight, he sneaks into the jewellery store you and him walked past earlier on your spree to get you the trinket he caught your gaze linger on.

Mammon loves presents, but not for the reason everyone will first assume. While he may be an enthusiast of all things that come free, the actual reason Mammon loves presents so much is because he is addicted the sheer joy in the eyes of his loved ones when they receive a gift he grinds at hell's kitchen for, then goes and hand pick it, specifically tailored to the person's liking.

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Leviathan

Levi's discovered that he has a passion for building gingerbread houses.

It was actually you who caught onto Levi's knack for creative activities; whether it's sewing costumes for a cosplay, fixing his figurine collection whenever Henry 1.0 accidentally slithered over his belongings and knocked them over, or pitching his art in a TSL covers competition.

"So, did they ever feature Ruri-hana's house in the series?" you ask Levi during one of your game nights, already mentally preparing yourself for a lecture on the subject in case the answer is yes. He beams, then proceeds to tell you in detail about the colors of the windows in Ruri-chan's house as seen on episode two hundred and thirty-seven of volume six of the anime. From there, the road to convince him to assemble a copy of it from gingerbread and sugar cookies with you was very short.

"Woahhh! this looks just like Ruri chan's house!! And we even created an exact replica of her companion from a miniature dorayaki!" Levi babbles in excitement, proud of the work you and him input into this project. "And what's the inspiration behind yours, y/n?" He ducks his head to take a closer look at the cozy looking confectionery house on your tray.

"My inspiration is my home in the human world!" You cheerfully exclaim. Levi clamps a hand over his mouth, now realizing the intent behind your shared project. Is he, actually... touched?

"W-Well in that case, we have to make it perfect! Go ahead, tell me everything about your house in the human world so we can create a perfect mini version of it. We can even make two gingerbread people to impose as you and I. Well, I mean, i-i-if you will actually want to invite someone like me into your house..."

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Satan

Satan's favorite Christmas activity is secret santa since it's a good excuse to play detective.

Satan loves solving mysteries, to top that, he's also fond of games. (though, in a very different way than Levi.) Therefore, a game of secret santa, extreme devildom version, sounds like a perfect holiday tradition for him. That is, until he gets Lucifer as the person he has to give gifts to.

"This can't be happening to me." Satan announces the minute you step inside his room. Perched on an armchair, he rocks his foot nervously while staring at a piece of paper, gaze flickering back and forth between you and the note in his hand. You carefully tread between the mountains of books on the floor in order to reach to his side, wondering what exactly was the emergency he convened you in for. You crouch to see the small print on the paper in Satan's hand, the letters clearly reading out as 'Lucifer'.

"I knew I should've refused to take part in a silly human world tradition. What am I to do now? What gift could I possibly give Lucifer apart from a cursed item that turns you into a fruit, then incorporate you in Beel's shake, ultimately dooming you to live the rest of your short life inside his stomach, where no one can hear you screaming for help." Satan's sorrowful expression suddenly changing into a malicious smile, his villain like laughter echoes through the walls when his mind fogs with more and more ideas of secret-santa-presents-gone-wrong.

"Well you could do that... or, you can actually give him something nice. Imagine how much it will mess with his brain when he finds out he received a thoughtful present from you." praying reversed psychology is by your side, you attempt to save Lucifer from the fate of accidentally turning into a door knob in Satan's room as a Christmas present.

His face lights up, what's better than to play into the most unexpected scenario? always be one step ahead of your enemies. Satan cradles your face within his grasp, peppering it with kisses before he places a peck to the crown of your head.

"You are a genius, y/n!"

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Asmodeus

With his love for all things beautiful, it comes as no surprise that Asmodeus' favorite are the holiday decorations.

It's known to all that Asmo has an eye for design; from his own phonecase business to nail painting, his entrepreneurship sees no boundaries. However, it is not always easy to be the sole provider of finesse to the kingdom of hell. Whenever Asmodeus needs help, the responses often flow between disinterest to plain out repulsion, leaving him to his lonesome. Of course, he could always charm someone into helping him, but there's a difference between forcing another to engage in your passion and have them genuinely take interest in it.

Its during breakfast that you hear Asmodeus sighing more than usual, cheek resting on his palm while his utensils mindlessly playing with the food on his plate. You seem to be the only one, as the others conveniently pay no mind to his dispirited look, seemingly fed up with his flair for dramatics.

"Hey Asmo, you okay?" you question, causing the latter to reveal a pitiful gaze, lip quivering and all. He immediately gushes on and on about the fact that it's nearly Christmas and none of his brothers appreciate the beauty of an illuminated backyard, tree, and essentially every nook and cranny you can turn festive.

You make the mistake of offering your services, not paying enough attention to the alarming glances the brothers had tried to sneak towards you. Unfortunately, you only realize the weight of this decision when Asmodeus drags you to the twenty seventh ornaments store of the day, quite literally, because he made you carry all of the bags. But it's the look of pure euphoria on his face that makes you pummel through it, and you can swear you've never seen him this happy before.

At last, you're done with the day. Asmodeus requests that you go through the park, stopping at a near bench and places the bags on it, finally ridding your tired hands off of the extra weight. "I promised Beel a holiday meal at his favorite restaurant in return for him to come and help us carry all of this home." Asmodeus grins and takes your hands in his own, gently massaging them. "I know today must have been a lot... thank you for coming with me. I don't think anyone else would've done this for me."

He's aware that he might be a piece of work sometimes, but he always ensures to make up for it with a hot bubble bath, a routine of some of his finest skin care and a sleepover full of your favorite activities. If the day was all about him, it's only fair that the night will be all about you.

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Beelzebub

in a very predictable revelation, Beelzebub's favorite is a good, comforting holiday meal.

If there's one thing that's been said about Beel many times before, its that he inhales any food regardless of what's in it, and so he's unaware of the decadence a well prepared meal guarantees. Beel disagrees, however. Like every other person, he has delicacies he absolutely indulges in, and others which he couldn't digest even if he tried. (For instance, Solomon's cooking.)

Your eyes pick up from the book in your hand when you sense someone's presence, taking notice of Beel hunching over you, practically drooling over the picture on the cover. "Hm? Oh, the picture making you hungry huh? Barbatos suggested to host a Christmas dinner in the demon castle and asked me to pick from this human world recipe book, do you want to help?"

You did not have to ask twice, within seconds Beel places you on his lap and flips through the pages with your aid. "This one has celery and leek, so I'm sure it would turn out delicious." Beel points to a certain dish. Surprised, you turn to face him. "What? As a professional eater, I know what flavor combinations elevate a dish."

"I had no idea." You state, smiling at him. For some reason, it makes you happy to learn that detail, most likely because you feel like learning about his interests in depth brings the two of you closer.

"Everyone think I just eat a lot because I'm always hungry, but in reality, I'm kind of a foodie. Of course, I'll never turn down a mc'devil, but my palate is refined enough to properly appreciate complexed things before I swallow them to the black hole that is my stomach." Beel mindlessly speaks out as his fingers slowly turn the pages, eyes scanning eagerly over the list of ingredients in every recipe.

"This Christmas dinner is going to be so tasty if cooked by Barbatos, but..." His glance shifts from the book towards you, fluttering over your frame before smoothly traveling back to your lips. "What I'm most excited for, is dessert."

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Belphegor

Being somewhat of a homebody, Belphegor's favorite Christmas tradition is an annual Christmas movie marathon.

Whenever night approaches, knowing it's almost time to go to bed puts Belphegor in high spirits. He loves sleeping, but is less fond of everyone else being awake, resulting in him missing all of the action. In other words, it gives him comfort knowing his brothers, and you, are not leaving him out of some lively adventure while he comfortably snoozes away in his bed; in fact, he feels the best recognizing the tilt of your weight sinking the bed to his side, and your arms wrapping around him, lulling him to sleep.

"Can you pick the next one? I'm getting tired." Belphegor lifts his head from your shoulder to request. Beel is passed out besides him after eating an amount of candy that could fill three Halloween buckets and experiencing a sugar crash. The rest of the family retreated back to their rooms after the celebrations, leaving you and the twins on an exciting holiday night in that includes fuzzy socks, hot chocolate with whipped cream (courtesy of Beel) and a pile of Christmas movies. Which is all you needed, really. By the first twenty minutes of the next movie, you already chuckle at the soft, hot breaths at the shell of your ear. You pull the blanket over the both of you, accidentally waking Belphegor up from his nap.

"It's pretty late, why don't we make it a party for two in the attic?" Belphegor whispers, careful not to wake up his brother. You giggle your way into a soft bed, but the arms inviting you into their embrace are even more captivating. Locking you in his grasp, Belphegor tangles your legs together to be near you in every possible way, not allowing even one inch to part you. His fingers brush through your hair as his breath ghost over your pair, leaving the slightest distance so he can smirk at you, gaze dripping with lust.

"It's your fault for making me watch all these romantic movies, making me want you all for myself. And you being in my bed gives me all kinds of ideas." He hoists your leg over his waist. "I think that with you around, Christmas might just be my favorite holiday. Promise me we'll do that every year?"