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asmo loves you
x gn!reader
cw: descriptions of torture
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it’s safe to say how asmodeus feels about you– he has never felt before in the hundreds of thousands of years he’s lived. millions of eyes have gazed upon him in awe and astonishment, marvelling at his beauty. his champagne-coloured hair, his gem-like eyes that enchant the very soul of every being around him, the soft lips that enticed even before he became a demon, he was the very epitome of beauty. he created it. it didn’t exist before he did.
but you… you never fell for his outwardly charms no many how much he tried. one look into his eyes and you should’ve been captivated for all of eternity, doomed to never love and lust as much as you did with him. you shouldn't have been able to think of anything but him until he permitted it. but no matter how much he denied, the mere existence of you proved to him that there was someone who wasn’t utterly enchanted.
and so he was set on making you fall in love with him just as everyone should be. if you couldn’t be under his spell by a mere glance, then he would show just how beautiful he was.
and it worked. you loved him just as he planned, the only problem was he fell for you too.
though maybe he shouldn’t call it a problem. these feelings– this overwhelming pressure in his chest when he saw you with anyone that wasn’t his brothers, the flutter of his heart when you kiss, the daydreams, the nightmares, maybe they weren’t so bad if he got to see you every morning. if he got to paint your nails and dress in matching outfits and kiss under the starlight and the everlasting moon of the devildom.
it feels nice, really. he dismissed the mere idea of loving you back at first. all he wanted was to make you love him, but as much as he rejects and rebutted– the soft look in his eyes you hold his hand is enough to tell him that he truly fell for a human. with a lifespan too short and beauty that would never compare to that of demons and angels.
and sometimes that love can get a little extreme.
“would you kill for me?” you asked one night.
would he kill for you? it’s silly to even utter the thought because of course he would. he’d claw out the hearts of every enemy you have while they were still alive and present them to you as proof, he’d tear out their nails and gouge their eyes out, he’d pile their bodies high and watch the river of blood fill the room– he’d tear out his own heart and prove that it beats only for you.
“hmm… do i have to? the blood will get all over my clothes,” he pouts.
you only giggle, reaching your hand out and softly stroking his cheek. he can imagine it now, the mass of bodies around both of you, the moonlight shining down gentle silver and you wiping away the blood on his face with a proud smile at what he did for you. it’d be a scene straight out of a romance.
because as much as he’d complain, he would do it for you in a heartbeat– if only to see you look at him the same way he looks at you.
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hi hi! i love ur works sm!! i found u when i was searching for a malleus x reader fic and i LOVEE the lipstic stains fic!! but then i went into ur blog AND I FOUND OUT U WRITE FOR OBEY ME TOO??? URE AMAZING!! so i got an idea after reading the malleus fic, can i request the demon brothers doing the "stay with me, i dont want you to leave" trend with gn!mc?? you can ignore this if you want!! thank you so much nd i love ur works! <3
stay with me, don’t want you to leave
.obey me (older brothers) x gn! reader
a/n: so glad you enjoy my works >< also this is such a big brain idea anon, i want to look into your head– also i’m rly sorry this took so long ＞﹏＜ but hope you enjoy!
cw: making out, hickeys, slightly suggestive, ft. flirty bastard mc
trend
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lucifer:
he’s never been one for social media in general other than the occasional devilgram post that diavolo asked for, so he doesn’t really know what you’re talking about until you show him a video.
becomes intrigued and a tad smug once he finds out.
you want to do this with him? he hopes you know what you’re signing up for here.
he doesn’t participate in trends but he can make an exception for this (and for you).
“you should wear lipstick in the house more often, my dear. you look beautiful.”
“flatterer,” you giggle, gently placing your hand under his chin and tilting his head upwards– your thumb slowly dragging against his bottom lip. oh, you know how weak that makes him, evident in the way he squeezes your waist ever-so-slightly at the action. the response is subtle but it’s there.
“ready?” you ask, but he doesn’t get a chance to answer before you kiss his lips, more gently than he was expecting. he’s about to quickly recover and reciprocate– but you’ve already moved on to the rest of his face.
he feels your lips on his cheeks, on his forehead, his jaw, his throat, the sensitive spot on his neck only you know– and he doesn’t have to look into a mirror to learn that he’s absolutely covered in lipstick. it’ll be an absolute pain to take off but that’s just more time spent with his beloved human master. and what else could he ask for?
all too soon, you’ve pulled away and he bashfully looks down in an effort to save face.
“look at me, luci,” he obeys without hesitation, you’re the only one he’ll permit to call him that (among other things).
“you should wear lipstick in the house more often,” you tease, repeating his words. he narrows his eyes to look intimidating– like the demon he really is but it’s a fruitless effort. you’ve never been as scared as you should be when it comes to him.
you smile and give him one last peck on his nose. “going to set it up now, i won’t be long.” their phone is on his desk but he knows that you’re referring to how clingy the demons in this house can be, including himself.
he doesn’t take his eyes off you as reapply the lipstick in front of the camera and he watches you purposely mess it up. he takes your chin in his hand as you did with him just like in the rest of those videos, and gently rubs off the smudged colour. there isn’t a trace of his previously flustered state and everything is perfect and done in one try. as expected from someone like him.
you end the recording within a few seconds and turn to him– but before you can escape his hold he asks, “someone needs to be held responsible for all of this.”
“all of what?” you reply cheekily. “i don’t see anything wrong.”
he doesn’t have time to give a response before you kiss him once again. he all but sighs into it, and your teeth nip the soft skin of his mouth in the way you’ve learned he adores. by the end of it all, his lips are swollen and your lipstick is just as messy as his.
mammon:
he honestly saw this trend before you brought the topic up.
and when he watched the video, he immediately pictured the two of you doing it. safe to say the rest of that night was spent in embarrassment.
is so glad you’re the one who suggested it because as much as he tries, he could not get his mind off of this.
“you should take a picture, mams. it’ll last longer,” blood rushes to his cheeks at being caught, despite not being very subtle in the first place.
“don’t know what you’re talking about,” he grumbles, looking away in an attempt to hide his flustered state. suddenly, he feels your hand on his jaw gently turning his head to look at you. when did you get here so fast?! he doesn’t have a chance to truly think about it before he feels your lips on his.
it’s only a chaste kiss, but his eyes and the slight rise ‘n’ fall of his chest make it look like you’ve just stolen his breath away. he breaks out of his reverie when you raise your eyebrows, challenging him to say something.
“o-oi! give a guy a warning before you pull a stunt like that!” he’s not truly angry, of course. evident with the flush on his cheeks and the fact that he hasn’t let go of you.
“that kiss was the warning, mammon. there’s a lot more where that came from– unless you want to stop?”
“i never said that–” he’s cut off once again by another kiss. this time, he makes sure to shut up, just in case you do stop.
and it’s nice, letting himself get pampered. you’ve always been affectionate with him, much more than you are with his brothers (take that lucifer, and the rest of you punks), but it never ceases to make his hearts skip a beat. his arms are wrapped around you as he continues to feel your lips all over his face but eventually, you reach elsewhere. you gently nibble and suck on the sensitive parts of his neck– and he quickly gulps, trying to hide how much this is really affecting him. and it’s stupid really, you’ve given hickeys before, why is he so affected every time? but you soon pull away and he has to stop himself from leaning in.
“whoops, i think i got too carried away.” whoops? whoops?!
“this isn’t part of the trend…” he says, acting like he didn’t immensely enjoy everything.
“think of it as an added bonus,” you give him one last peck under his eye before taking out your phone and setting up the video.
as he impatiently waits for you to hurry up and finish so you could continue where you left off, he sees his reflection in a nearby mirror. and good god, he was a sight. already, the hickeys were starting to form (he swears it’s not his fault, you must’ve put a spell so they would appear for the trend), and he was absolutely covered in lipstick stains. some bright, some faded, some clear and some smudged. and his neck was more of a mess than his face was.
he doesn’t know why he’s surprised at the sight, but he is. imagining it in his head and truly seeing what he looked like was completely different.
“ready, treasure?”
“u-uhh– yeah, yeah i’m ready,” is he really going to show this to the world? …yes, without a doubt. he’ll prove to everyone that you wanted to do this with him and him alone. you wanted to cover him in kisses and show the realms that he’s yours– no one else.
he sucks in a breath just before you start recording and puts on his model/actor face. if he was going to do this, he was going to do it right. he stares as you apply the lipstick and purposefully mess it up– and he reaches over, gently rubbing off the smudge and turns your head to face him with his index finger.
the process is quick and it’s over before he knows it. the recording stops and suddenly, he feels himself being pushed onto the bed by a gust of wind, followed quickly by the human who probably caused it.
“you look cute like this, mind if i give you more?”
leviathan:
it’s just some stupid normie trend that he doesn’t care about at all.
no he did not think of you when he first saw it. no he did not scroll through dozens of videos as he imagines you doing something like this to him.
but he wouldn’t say no if you asked…
“woah…”
“woah?”
“ack– umm.. i mean, i wasn’t staring!”
“mmhmm.”
the look on your face makes levi hide behind his fist once again– refusing to make eye contact with you. it’s been like this ever since you asked him to do this trend with you. after a few minutes of telling him that ‘yes, you do want to do this with him’, he finally agreed (as though he didn’t have a bunch of those types of videos liked and saved on his ddd).
he hears footsteps nearing his bathtub and he’s suddenly met with a kiss on his cheek. it’s light and quick but he scrambles his words like a high school boy seeing his first crush.
“y-you can’t do that! i have to prepare for the battle first, give me time to equip a few weapons so i can handle this boss fight–”
he’s cut off by yet another kiss, but your lips linger just a second longer than truly necessary. you let go and he’s about to let out the most pathetic wobbly whine known to demon and man before he feels a gentle pressure on his forehead, then his nose– and all over the rest of his face.
he swears he’s about to faint, this is so sudden! a surprise attack to render him defenceless against your onslaught of everlasting affection that makes sure to leave a permanent mark on his heart.
levi feels light-headed once you’re done and he almost doesn’t hear your voice calling out to him.
“levi? leeevviiiiii, you okay?”
he’s so obviously not and you know this, yet you still choose to ask. still, he gives a nod as best as he can with his head on the edge of his bathtub– hoping the cold of the glass will help him regain thought.
and thankfully it works (for the most part, he’s still in a bit of a daze and he thinks he’ll never be able to get rid of the pink dusting his cheeks). he watches you set up your phone near him, press record and reapply your lipstick. you smudge it and he quickly gathers his thoughts the best he can and wipes the mark off for you. …you really are beautiful, especially with the blue light of his room gently hitting your face and that teasing smile.
you turn away as soon as the audio finishes (he pats himself on the back for getting it in one try) and quickly turn to him.
“soo… you wanna cuddle in your bathtub? you look like you need it.”
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Day 54 | 7.4.2023 | WC: 252
aftermath of kissing malleus with lipstick on.
gn! reader but they wear lipstick
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“y-y-y–”
“hmm… sebek’s in shock.”
“who can blame him, father?”
“YOUNG MASTER!!!”
“you needn’t yell, sebek.”
“ACK- my deepest apologies, young master.”
“now that we’ve all calmed down,” lilia states with hands on his waist while the first-year is still in absolute distress. “care to tell us why you have lipstick on every corner of your face?”
sebek cries into his hand at the mere mention of his master’s state– all while silver pats his back in an effort to comfort him (it isn’t working).
“the child of man gave me their affection while wearing lipstick, is there a problem?”
“well, it’s certainly a sight,” lilia giggles, you were quite bold but then again, he supposes that was one of the reasons you so rightfully captured the prince’s heart.
“i knew that human was a bad influence–”
“you’re best friends with that human.”
“SILVER-”
their argument soon strays from the original topic, if you could call silver occasionally saying what’s on his mind as sebek yells his head off an ‘argument’.
“when do you plan on taking them off?” lilia questions, though the mischievous glint in his eyes shows that he already knows the answer.
“...i’d like to keep them for a while longer,” and malleus soon goes into the familiar daze he always has when talking about you. he walks to his room and shuts his door, presumably to giggle and think of his child of man.
lilia wonders if you know how tightly you have malleus wrapped around your finger.
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Day 53 | 6.4.2023 | WC: 552
lipstick stains with malleus.
gn! reader but they wear lipstick
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“may i ask what you’re doing, beastie?”
malleus currently sits on your bed, out of place within the old and crooked dorm despite your efforts of cleaning. though you suppose he was always out of place in some way– you don’t see someone like him very often, after all.
“take a guess, mal,” you mutter as you apply the lipstick vil had given you. it was incredibly out of your current budget, so obviously, the best way to spend the precious gift was on your equally precious, lovesick dragon.
finally satisfied with the colour, you turn to hornton with a cheeky smile. “have you guessed, yet?”
he shakes his head as though in a daze– there’s pink dusting his cheeks and he’s looking at you like you just told him you’d be having a wedding this spring.
“absolutely stunning,” he mumbles, as though he was talking to himself. blood rushes to your cheek at the comment– your lover always had a way with words, intentional or not.
“thank you, hornton,” you walk to stand in between his legs and gently place your fingers under his chin– tilting his head to look up at you.
“since you haven’t figured it out, i’ll show you.”
the look of surprise on his face when you press a kiss to his lips is priceless, but really, the pure look of adoration that quickly appears is what gets your heart to quicken. his eyes sparkle in a way he only does when he’s with you, pupils enlarging and only a sliver of green could be seen.
you press another kiss to his cheek, then to his forehead, to his jaw and everywhere else you could think of. all the while, he’s completely limp in your arms– entirely at your mercy as you turn his head this way and that as he silently follows whichever direction. he closes his eyes as delves into your everlasting affection, heart filled to the brim with love he’s never truly experienced in his long-lived life.
he gives one of his cute pouts when he realizes your mirage of kisses are over. opening his eyes, he sees you giggle and watches as you walk to your phone and take a picture, and what he sees is astonishing; his entire face is covered in lipstick marks and kiss stains.
“okay, i’ll wipe it off. it’s not water-proof or anything so it should be relatively easy to-”
“hmm?” he smirks, eyes narrowing in amusement. “why should we wipe the proof of your affection?”
you stare at him in astonishment. “don’t tell me you’re planning to go out like this?”
“i don’t see why not.”
you laugh at that. oh, if malleus really did follow through with this, sebek would choke you in your sleep with one of the filthier pillows.
“pfft-” you snicker. “that’d be really funny, actually.” just imagine the looks on people’s faces when they see the next prince of briar valley, one of the most powerful mages in the world– walking down the halls covered in lipstick and kisses.
“so we agree, then?”
“sure, mal. you can go out with lipstick all over your face. want me to give you more?”
immediately, his eyes shine in hope– back straightening and ear twitching at the mere thought of spending even more time with you.
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Day 51 + 52 | 4.4.2023 + 5.4.2023 | WC: 514
giving him a ring ft. hopeless romantic belphie
x gn! reader
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belphie had never been one for romance and crushes. there wasn’t any need for it when he had his family; listening to asmo, watching lucifer be the cool big brother he always was, eating with beel and napping with lilith. he had everything he could ever want– besides, his fascination and love were saved for the realm below and the humans inhabiting it. their technology, their clothes, watching life after life pass by while he and his family remained still.
then the war happened, and his captivation changed into resentment and hate.
which was then replaced with confusion, overwhelming guilt, and finally– acceptance. the love for humans had never truly returned to him like it once did all those years ago, his sin choosing to take up most of his time.
but there was one human who brought back all of those previous emotions, all of the fascination and joy he had felt when he looked at the rest of their species, and then multiplied by 100– but he only had eyes for them and them alone. his dreams are filled with their presence and his thoughts are consumed by their smile. the nights they’ve spent watching the stars, staying up when he couldn’t sleep, soothing him when had nightmares that shook him to his very core– every single moment he treasured.
“it’s really pretty tonight, isn’t it?” their voice whispers beside him.
he turns to look at that very person beside him. the outfit they wore looked beautiful and the stars twinkled in their eyes like a canvas. he didn’t know when he started to think these thoughts, when did he become such a hopeless romantic? the fullness of his heart when they so much as speak, what their laugh does to his stomach, how genuinely happy they make him and his family, what more could he truly ask for?
“yeah, you are.” i would capture all the stars and put them inside a single bottle if it made you happy.
they laugh at that, turning to look at him as he did.
“i want to give you something,” they reach into their pocket and pull out… a ring?
“don’t worry, it’s not a marriage proposal,” he wishes it was. “it’s a promise ring.”
be still my beating hearts. “what kind of promise?”
“it could be anything you want it to be. like, i promise my heart will be yours until the end of time itself. that kind of stuff.”
“i like the sound of that,” he hopes his face doesn’t give too much away, but he can feel the pink blossoming into his cheeks like flowers. it’s always been something you’ve teased him for.
you gently take his hand before he could offer it to you himself and slip the ring into his middle finger.
“there, now you have this to show when somebody asks you out.”
“possessive much?”
“look who’s talking.”
he smiles at you and looks down at the ring on his finger. maybe it’ll be on a different one next time, he thinks as he lays on your shoulder.
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