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ilyluffy · 10 months

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𝐻𝒰𝑀𝒫 ~ 𝒟𝒜𝒴

𝐝𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: mammon + asmodeus + belphegor + beelzebub

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut {minors + ageless blogs dni!! you’ll be blocked}

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: gn!reader, needy!reader, dry humping, groping, some nipple play, praise kink, petnames {more warnings under the cut}

{chainsaw main edition}

𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: needy!mammon, gn!reader, making out, dry humping, groping/nipple play

it was just supposed to be a little bit of kissing. unfortunately, you should have known that the moment you climbed into mammon’s lap that it would escalate. he was so greedy and needy that there was no way he would be satisfied with just making out. before long mammon’s whimpering against your lips and bucking his hips for more friction. you decided to indulge him by grinding against him. the next thing you know the kiss gets messier. there’s significantly more tongue and spit. in addition, mammon’s trembling hands slipped up your shirt to caress your skin. reciprocating the action, your fingers massage his abdomen before moving up to tweak his nipples. every little touch from you has mammon shuddering and moaning. even through clothes you drive him crazy and to his amazement, mammon feels an incoming orgasm approaching. “f-fuck, i’m gonna-“. he’s not even able to utter the rest of his sentence before he’s painting the inside of his boxers white. when mammon comes to his senses, embarrassment washes over him. did he really just cum in his pants?! you don’t seem bothered by it. in fact you’re still grinding against him, chasing your own high. “don’t stop” you pant, encouraging him to keep groping you under your shirt. “i want to cum too, ya know?”.

𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐔𝐒

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dom leaning!asmo, gn!reader, dry humping, praise kink, making out, petnames “cutie”

asmo was the one who brought up the idea of dry humping to you. he thought the idea of desperately grinding against each other with fabric keeping you away from what you both really wanted was extremely hot. deciding to amuse the horny demon, you agree to this little scheme. asmo is thrilled, so thrilled in fact that he’s immediately pushing you down on to his bed. pressing his clothed groin against you, asmo wastes no time in beginning to grind his hips. you weren’t sure what you were expecting but you didn’t think you’d be out of breath so quickly. of course asmo couldn’t be more than pleased by how fast you start whimpering under him. “so gorgeous” asmo moans shamelessly along with you. “you should see how you look right now. i could cum just by staring at your cute face”. asmo continues to praise you as the humping grows more intense. “o-oh my. don’t think i’ll last much longer. are you getting close too?” asmo hums, sounding so sly for someone who’s cheeks are flushed with lust. you’re so lost in pleasure that you can’t even reply. luckily, asmo knows you and your body well enough to know that you’re about to cum. determined to each his end at the same time as you, asmo holds himself back as he leans down to smash his lips against yours. moaning as he sucks on your tongue, you shudder as the coil in your stomach snaps. relieved that there’s nothing holding him back anymore, asmo simultaneously let’s go. by the time he pulls away from the kiss to give you some air, there’s a wet spot in both yours and asmo’s pants. “wasn’t that fun?” asmo giggles through heavy breathes. “i told you that it would feel good, cutie”.

𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐙𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐁

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dom!beel, gn!sub!needy!reader, dry humping, groping, implied unprotected sex

as needy as you were, you managed to stay patient as you waited for beel to finish his daily work out. unfortunately by the time he finally came to see you in your room beel was far too exhausted from the exercise to give you what you wanted. to say that you were disappointed would be an understatement but you decided not to bother beel about it. however, he could tell anyway how desperate you were. unconsciously you were pouting and it was impossible to ignore how blown out your pupils were with lust. even if he’s tired beel wants to help you however he came. so, not giving you a proper warning, he pulls you into his lap. “you can still use me through our clothes” beel offers. feeling a little guilty, you ask beel if he’s sure but he’s in fact rather enthusiastic about it. reassured that this was okay, you take advantage of the situate and start grinding yourself against beel’s lap. in the beginning beel suggested this for your own benefit but he’s amazed how good this feels even with fabric separating you. there’s no holding back his groan as his cock gets harder with each movement of your hips. beel can’t get enough of the expressions you make as pleasure takes over. he only wants to see more so his large hands slip up your shirt to touch every inch of your soft skin. “b-beel, feels so good” you pant, looking at him with lidded eyes. “t-think i’m gonna cum”. all beel can do is grunt but in truth he’s fairly close himself. with both of you eager to reach your climax, the rubbing grows more intense. just before you’re both about to finish, beel cups your face and pulls you in for a sloppy kiss as you both make a mess in your underwear. “w-wow that was so-“ you’re about to tell him how oddly amazing the experience was but to your surprise beel’s flipping you over so you’re underneath him. “i thought you were too tired” you gasp, gazing up at him with wide eyes. “my energy came back” he responds, voice low as he pulls his cock out of his sweatpants. “i need to be inside of you”.

𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dom!belphie, gn!needy!sub!reader, dry humping

there was usually only one thing that could come between belphie and his sleep and that was you. although there were times where is laziness did win over his desire to make you feel good. this was one of those times. you were needy but all belphie wanted to do was lay in bed. eventually you get so fed up that you straddle him as he lounges on his mattress. “please, can i at least do it through our clothes” you pout, eyes watery with desperation. “i’ll do all the work myself”. now that sounds so intriguing that belphie raises an eyebrow. to your slight surprise belphie gives you permission to do as you request. despite your shock, you don’t hesitate to greedily take what you want. with his clothed bulge underneath you, you begin grinding your core against him. meanwhile belphie makes himself comfortable so he can watch the show. as you rub yourself against him like an animal in heat, belphie rests his hands behind his head. belphie can’t hold back his smirk as you whimper. “look so pretty like this” he coos. “but it looks like you’re struggling”. “b-because this isn’t enough” you whine in reply. “please help me”. chuckling, belphie moves his hands so they’re now gripping your waist. “where would you be without me” he teases as he guides your movements. to take things further, he raises his hips so you’re pressed even closer together. he’s still not putting in too much effort but it does wonders. it doesn’t take long for a familiar warmth to form in the pit of your stomach. “i-i’m cumming” you announce, body trembling as you make a mess in your underwear. belphie knows that you’ve finished when he feels a wet spot in your bottoms. “that’s it” he hums, helping you through your high before stopping completely. “now, are you satisfied enough that we can take a nap?”.

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cyberp-1-nk · 1 year

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PLAYFIGHTING WITH THEM + OBEY ME BROTHERS.

☆ Masterlist / Requests?

SYNOPSIS: How they'd react to play-fighting with you!

PAIRINGS. Lucifer x Reader, Mammon x Reader, Leviathan x Reader, Satan x Reader, Asmodeus x Reader, Beelzebub x Reader, Belphegor x Reader.

GENRE + WARNINGS. Honestly, nothing too bad? Just slight NSFW, but that's about it, it's mostly just fluff overall. I'll do a part two for the undateables!

LUCIFER !

☆ He thinks it's immature, and he quietly convinces you to just cuddle since it's been such a long day— you usually can never get this man to "fight" with you since he finds it a bit immature. The only time you'd actually get him to play-fight with you is if he's drinking a little more demonus then he should. You wouldn't even expect it either— He would come home extremely tipsy, and playfully tackle you onto the bed, pinning you down with a little drunken chuckle. You laughed and wriggled, trying to break free, but Lucifer was too strong. It'll be soft nudges from him, and that rare yet playful, mischievous glint in his eyes will be very evident— you'd take a picture if he'd ever let you. The playfighting wouldn't last very long tho. The rest of the night would be just nearly incoherent confessions to you. How truly beautiful/handsome he finds you, how cute you are without realizing it, how much of an effect you have on him— just general things he'd never outright admit when he's sober. Threading his gloved fingers in your hair while he presses drunken kisses to your lips, and it's just pure bliss.

MAMMON !

☆ Will definitely play-fight with you. This greedy dork will even try to turn into a bet— whoever wins, gets a ridiculous amount of grimm. Knowing DAMN well he has a physical advantage over you! If you want to win this little bet, and add onto his debt, just play dirty— Mammon starts tickling your sides, causing you to squirm and giggle uncontrollably. Soon, you were both laughing like idiots, your bodies tangled up in the sheets as they playfully wrestled. He manages to pin you down, his strong arms holding you in place as you try to wriggle free. "No fair!" You cried, laughing so hard that tears were streaming down your face. "You're too strong!" He just grinned down at her, his own laughter filling the air. "Of course! Nobody is a match for the great Mammon–" You trail your fingers up his shirt, feeling up his toned body and wiping that smug grin right off his face. Red blush will appear onto his face, and this gives you the opportunity to flip him under you. He will say you're cheating, and how it's not fair, but do you listen? Nope!

LEVIATHAN !

☆ Majority of the time, he's far too shy to even touch you— so he'd let you win…not by choice, he just has an overwhelming blush and it's hard to fight back when he wants nothing more than to just lean into your touch. He doesnt wanna fight his favorite Normie! Levi couldn't help but grin back at your cute little face, feeling his heart swell with affection for his silly, playful little human. "You're such a normie," he said, running his fingers through your hair. You leaned down and captured his lips in a gentle kiss, your body relaxing into his as you sat on top of his lap, overpowering him. You both lay there for a few moments, wrapped up in each other's arms, enjoying the warmth and comfort of your love. Right as you're nuzzling yourself against his flushed skin, he'll take this opportunity to suddenly grab both of your wrists and flip you over. You swear you hear him purring as he rubs his scent all over your body— he even leaves a gentle little bite at the juncture of your neck. He's blushing immensely, but he's trying his best to seem like he knows what he's doing.

SATAN !

☆ Did you really just pick a fight with the avatar of wrath? That's a dangerous game you're playing.. Luckily for you though, he will find the playful banter amusing. He'll probably join as you pull him onto your bed. It was late at night, and the two of you were supposed to be sleeping. But neither of you could resist the urge to playfully wrestle on the bed, giggling and whispering as you tried to pin each other down. As you rolled around, trying to be quiet so as not to wake up his brothers, you suddenly heard a soft thud. Looking up, you saw the cat Satan had been hiding from Lucifer, the cat had jumped onto the bed and was now staring at you both curiously. "Hello there," Satan whispered, reaching out to pet the cat. But as he did so, you took advantage of the distraction and managed to pin him down. "Ha! Gotcha!" You whispered triumphantly, grinning down at the demon with confidence. He laughed and squirmed, trying to break free, but he pretended as if your grip was too strong. "Okay, okay, you win," he whispered, his voice filled with laughter. But just as they thought they were safe, the cat started purring loudly and rubbing his face against Satan's arm. You burst out laughing, your body shaking with amusement. "I think he's trying to help you out," you said, still giggling. Satan laughed a bit, before quickly pressing kisses against your neck, tickling you with how light they were.

ASMODEUS !

☆ Egh— he doesn't really like to rough-house with you. You know how Asmo is, he's a little against that sort of stuff, since he doesn't really want to ruin his appearance in any way? He has a reputation to uphold! Even if you do play-fight, it will be gentle and quick— and it usually ends with him letting you sit on top of his lap. Finally, you managed to flip Asmo onto his back, pinning him down with a mischievous grin. "Ha! Gotcha now," you teased. He only chuckled and squirmed, his body wriggling beneath yours. "Okay, okay, you win," he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement. But as you looked down at him, you noticed the way his gaze lingered on your face, his eyes darkening with desire. "What?" You asked, feeling a blush creeping up your cheeks. Asmo just grinned up at you, his hands resting on your hips. "You know, you look really cute when you're on top of me like this," he said, his voice smooth and flirtatious. This ends in something less child-friendly then you originally anticipated, but Asmo is horny 24/7 so did you really expect anything else?

BEELZEBUB !

☆ Probably the most gentle— and sweet. He usually lets you win, unless you promise to buy him dinner if he wins— then he'll be a little more rough and pin you down. It's adorable how he nibbles on your skin occasionally, and leans into your touch. "Hey, no fair!" You protested, but your desperate protests were cut off as he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. "Mmm, you taste like strawberries," Beel murmured, pressing another kiss to your other cheek. "And flowers." You couldn't help but smile at the sweet words, feeling your heart swell with affection for Beel. As he continued to shower you with kisses, each one soft and gentle, your body relaxed into the bed, feeling safe and loved in his arms. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of kisses, Beel pulled back, grinning down at you. "You're so cute," He said, brushing his fingers through your hair. "I could kiss you all day." You blushed, feeling your cheeks warm at the compliment. "You're pretty cute yourself," you replied, reaching up to return Beel's kiss.

BELPHEGOR !

☆ You usually do this when you're trying to wrestle him out of bed— or to get him to let go of you when you need to go somewhere. This jealous little prick WILL wrestle you just so he can keep you with him— you're his human, why should he have to share you? You were lying in bed together, enjoying each other's company. You had to go somewhere, but Belphie wasn't ready to let you go just yet. As you tried to get up, he playfully grabbed your arm and pulled you back down onto the bed. "Belphie, I have to go," you protested with a smile. "Can't you stay a little longer?" Belphie asked, a mischievous gleam in his eye. You giggled as Belphie started tiredly tickling your sides, making you squirm and laugh uncontrollably. You tried to push him away, but he was too strong for you. "Belphie, stop it!" You gasped out between laughs. But Belphie just grinned and continued his playful assault, holding you down on the bed so that you couldn't escape. You squirmed and wriggled, trying to break free, but Belphie was having too much fun. Finally, after a few minutes of tickling and wrestling, Belphie relented, letting you catch your breath. You lay there panting, your hair mussed and your cheeks flushed from laughter. "Okay, okay, I'll stay a little longer," you said, smiling up at Belphie. Belphie grinned back, pulling you into a tight embrace. "Good, because I don't think I'm ready to let you go just yet."

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kpop-otome-yandere-here · 6 months

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Mc: Hey, Asmo, can you help me with my zipper?

Asmo: Yeah, I’m on it!

Mc:

Asmo:

Mc:UP, Asmo.

Asmo: Right, sorry. Force of habit.

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luxthestrange · 2 months

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Incorrect quotes#938 Goth x Preppy

Goth Mc x Asmodeus-

Goth!Mc: Friends are a liability and they can be exploited

Asmo*Boyfriend sadness*...

Goth!Mc*Sighs and rolls eyes* Pretty Boyfriends are not a liability and cannot be exploited...

Asmo*Boyfriend happiness,Hugs you and kisses your face leaving his pink kisses on your skin*KYAAA! Darling, you just know what to say!~

Goth!Mc:...You're lucky you hold my heart chained,sedated, and captive in your perfectly manicured clutch...my pretty Asmodeus

Asmo*Smiles wider and nuzzles into your neck*And if anyone tried to get your heart from my care~I would pierce their chest with my own hands and rip out their heart so I can stomp it~

Goth!Mc*Looking at him with a soft gaze and kisses his knuckles*

...Ngl I kinda wanna make more of this-

#obey me #obey me!#obey me mc #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me x gn!mc #obey me x gn!reader #obey me! mc #obey me asmodeus #asmodeus x reader #asmodeus x mc #obey me nightbringer #obey me incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes

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minimallyminnie · 9 months

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Sobbing in a blanket type of day.

The brothers when you’re just not feeling good.

I’ll make a p2 for the undateables!

Lucifer would just leave you inside the blanket, but brew you a cup of the finest tea he has. He’ll make two cups and set it aside on the cabinet while you lay in the middle of the bed. While you’re just laying still, Lucifer would sit besides you and start talking about his own day. When he finally gets a peek of your beautiful smile, he’ll help you lay down on his lap while he continues to talk about his day. “There you are my dear, would you like some tea?”

Mammon would leave you inside the blanket, but he just grabs you in the blanket and hold you on the bed. He can hear you sniffle from inside so he held you tighter. He knows when you need him to talk, so he pulls out his phone and puts on one of your favorite songs quietly. Peeking out of your blanket, he smiles at you while you watch the video with him. “Hey hey hey, whenever you need me, the Great Mammon will be here for you.”

Don’t underestimate Leviathan’s shoujo mangas, he takes careful notes. When ya need help, he’ll be the best boyfriend he can. He’ll hold you to his side, so he can at least lessen your shaking and let you cry all you want. He’ll put on a slower anime movie for both of you two and turn the volume low. When you pop out the blanket with some tears left, he’ll get nervous but he’ll wipe them away with his hands. “There’s my Henry. Do you wanna talk about it or watch this with me?”

Satan would be a sweetheart. Second he sees you, he’s already sat up next to you, propped up with a book. He softly starts to read to you, and you recognize the book, it’s your favorite. Whatever genre it is or even if he dislikes it, Satan still reads it to you. When you pop out the blanket and lean over on his shoulder to read along, he’ll press a kiss to your head. “I’ll be here for you just like you are for me. Want to read more?”

Though loud and boisterous sometimes, Asmodeus is a sweet and gentle person when you have these moments. He’s always patient, he’ll hug you tightly and lay besides you on the bed. He’ll tell you everything that he loves about you softly and how you changed his world. When you pop out with teary eyes but a happy smile, he’ll be relieved and happy as well. Pressing a kiss to your head and all. “My dear flower, you’ve bloomed again. Would you like to talk to me about it? If not, I can continue staying like this with you.”

Beelzebub is right by your side, two bags of chips on the cabinet sitting there. He’s waiting for you to be comfortable coming out the blanket. He’ll sit up on the bed and gently pull you and wherever your head is in the blanket on his lap. Beel won’t say anything, but he’ll be there. There for you. You reach your hand out and hold his tightly, a tired expression on your face. He’ll smile and hold your hand. “I’m happy you feel better. Do you wanna talk about it? I brought chips for both of us.”

With no hesitance, Belphegor plops down and hugs you like his own body pillow. No matter how tired he is, you’re his first priority. He’s careful to only put his hands around your waist, knowing how you just didn’t like him touching your neck. He’ll wait for you, he’ll sing a few songs you like softly and if he runs out? He’ll trace some shapes on your blanket covered self. When you come out the blanket, Belphie would kiss your head softly. “Hi, you tired? You wanna talk to me about it or take a nap and talk about it later? I don’t mind whichever, as long as you’re comfortable.”

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babybeel · 1 year

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— yours sincerely petname reaction hcs

lucifer doesn’t need words to show he likes the petname. the first time it slips from your lips is exaggerated, teasing lilt in your tone as you hum a “whatever you say, dear.” the response you get isn’t quite the one you’d expect from the avatar of pride, smile evident as he asks, “what did you say?” “i don’t know,” you muse, all too knowing as the corners of your lips peak upwards, “what did i say, dear?” your pointer finger taps your chin in mock thought. lucifer lights up as you say it again, goading though adoring. you’ve won this one, pride be damned.

mammon is easy to tease, even easier to fluster. a whisper of “babe” sends him stuttering and stammering, desperately trying to hide his blush in the collar of his jacket. it’s a poor attempt, red creeping up to the tips of his ears that stick out over worn leather and white hair. “what’s wrong, babe?” you grin, smile wide and toothy. you’re sickly fond and never quite mocking. it sends mammon further into his tizzy and he can’t find it in himself to answer - for nothing’s wrong at all.

leviathan isn’t in the habit of using or receiving petnames, unless it’s thick and syrupy and scathing from asmo. so when the adoring “sweetheart” drops from your lips, he freezes. it takes a moment for him to face you, eyes darting as his blush deepens. but your smile is charming -- disarming even -- and sure. it soothes levi’s nerves, replacing the multitude of thoughts bouncing around his head to a soft chant of sweethearts. heart content and mind dazed, he knows he’ll think of a cute name to call you too.

careful with his words, satan is quick to register the “love” that accompanies your sentence. a quickened heartbeat and uncontrollable smile tells him how much he likes it, a hitch of the breath and adoring gaze tells you how much he likes it. an affectionate reminder of your feelings, chosen specifically to address him. there’s a level of disbelief for the avatar of wrath, that something so tender and fond can be solely for him, and there’s an even larger level of happiness for his name to be replaced with love. already besotted, the use of “my love” sends him dizzy. he’ll always be yours.

asmodeus blooms! the first to call you honey, baby, lovely, you’ve long since come to associate sweet names with the avatar of lust. seeking to reciprocate the affection, “darling” is tacked to the end of your sentence. it’s a little awkward, a little hesitant, but asmo adores its roughness all the same, he adores you. a sharp excited squeal is all you get as warning before asmo launches himself at you, latching his arms around your frame. “you’re just the cutest, i could eat every last bit of you up!” he exclaims, kiss pressed to your cheek, “say it again?” the name falls from your lips like a mantra - darling, darling, darling.

a cheery “hi, handsome!” greets beelzebub as he trudges through the doors of the house of lamentation, equal parts tired and hungry after a long fangol practice. but the name stops beel in his tracks, said with such happiness of his arrival and such certainty of his looks. his eyes are wide as he flushes under your bright gaze and warm grin. a pretty pink skates across his cheeks as beel returns your affection with a gentle smile, shy and lovely. and beel, tall and built and mud-splattered, suddenly looks small. you’re sure to call him handsome more often.

belphegor responds to your ask of “can you pass me that please, baby?” without thought, body moving before he can even register it. youngest of his brothers, he’s been spoilt and coddled, used to getting his way. it’s no wonder that the same applies for you too. so it’s easy for belphie to turn the tables, fluster you with a mere “you should use that more often, baby.” it’s a little mocking, a little mean, but it’s so like belphegor to hide his affection under teases that you find yourself smiling all the same, ignoring the heat in the apples of your cheeks. because belphie doesn’t mind being called baby, not one bit.

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demetris-cocksleeve · 1 year

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(A/n: I got a new laptop so I can officially say goodbye to my sis's pc and get on your smut requests lmao)

(Istg my blog is just Obey me and Twilight at this point lmao; I do write for other fandoms I promise😅)

Word Count: 1,434

Summary- NSFW headcanons for our favorite boys + dick analysis

Warnings: Shibari, Creampie, Blowjobs, Throat Fucking, Choking, Belly Bulge, Tit Washing/Cumming on Chest

Age Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Obey Me Brothers NSFW Headcanons

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Lucifer-

Dick analysis:

6 1/2 inches and girthy

He has two thick veins running along either side, leading all the way to his mushroomed tip

Speaking of tips- his is almost constantly a pretty rose shade, just in between pink and red

He doesn't like mess and that translates to his body hair as well

He keeps himself nicely trimmed -not too much hair, but not clean shaven

The exception is his happy trail; he doesn't think his hair should come above his pants waistline

NSFW Headcanons:

He loves to tie you up and watch you fall apart on his cock -the only mess he'll tolerate

Lucifer is a master at shibari

He'll have you laid up on his bed with the most beautifully crafted knots pressing just tight enough into your skin as he plows into you

His favorite way to tie you up is on your back, arms tie up and behind your head with your thighs roped to your chest

It's perfect in every way: The satin sits beautifully against your skin as it exposes your pretty, fluttering hole to him.

Let's not forget his favorite part of all- he gets to see your gorgeous face, hot with embarrassment at being so exposed mixing with the way your mouth falls in to an 'o' as he finally sinks into you

Absolutely does slow deep thrusts

He knows how torturous it is, especially after he's wound you up so tight

He is just sadistic enough to ignore his own edging just to rile you up to your limit

Mammon-

Dick analysis:

7-8 inches and thin

He has a pretty narrow base with a larger head

Not quite a mushroom tip, but still flared

His tip sits at the same color as the rest of his length

He definitely shaves, at most he'll have a small patch of hair right at his base

Other than that, he keeps it clean shaven

NSFW Headcanons:

He loves downward doggy style

He loves being able to hit all the deep spots inside you as he presses your face into the pillows with a hand at the back of your neck

His thrusts are erratic and fast

With just enough control to have that coil tighten in your belly

He might not be the thickest, but he damn sure knows how to use his length to his advantage

He knows just how to make you crumble with his cock

If you can get pregnant, you better be on the pill, because he loves cumming deep inside you, watching as it squelches out around his base

His second favorite thing is watching his cum ooze out of you

It just means he gets to fuck it back into you

Leviathan-

Dick analysis:

About 5-6 inches and average girth

He rarely trims -just enough to keep his pubes under control without having to constantly go at them with scissors or a trimmer

He has a thick vein along the bottom of his cock that spiders out the closer you get to the tip

His tip is a pretty purple shade that gets darker the harder he is

This boy has h e a v y balls

He has breeder balls through and through

NSFW Headcanons:

He loves being in your mouth

There's something about the way you sit so prettily in front of him, sucking him off as he plays a game

The lewd sounds of your spit mixing with his precum egging him on to finish this boss quicker so he can properly fuck your throat

Once he finishes the level, his hand is in your hair, holding you in place as he bucks his hips into your face

If he's super lost to the pleasure or upset, his tip is pushing down your throat, creating a bulge with each thrust

He doesn't care if you're gagging around him

Just finish him off like a good little pet, hmm?

Satan-

Dick analysis:

6 inches and thick

He doesn't have any prominent veins but it almost bulges in the middle before tappering back down near the tip

Speaking of, his tip is deep red -almost maroon

He slightly curves to the left

Does not care about hair

He just lets it grow how it was intended

It grew there for a reason, why would he touch it?

NSFW Headcanons:

He loves taking you from behind while on your sides

He can simultaneously hike your leg up and choke you at the same time

What's not to like?

Not to mention the stunning arch of your back when he slams into that special spot

Or the way your head throws back, giving him unrestricted access to the column of your throat

If he's more into his feels, he'll hold you chest to chest as he grinds slow and deep into you

He loves to cum on your ass

There's just something about the way it drips down the curve of your cheeks that has his cock standing at attention again almost immediately

Asmodeus-

Dick analysis:

He's around 5 inches with an average girth

The shaft of his dick is a pale cream color that contrasts perfectly with his pretty pink tip

His tip is extra sensitive, the slightest touch has his dick twitching

The shaft has just the slightest curve upwards

The perfect angle for both reaching all your favorite spots and for getting jerked off

Definitely shaves all of his pubes

Why would he want to hide himself when his cock is just so pretty?

NSFW Headcanons:

Asmo loves all positions, but there's something special about missionary to him

Whether it's being able to see the pleasure he's giving to his partner or them being able to bask in the perfection that is his 'o' face

Maybe it's a mix of the two (It's mostly the latter)

He lets out the most serene sounds you'll hear in your life as he draws similar sounds from you

Doesn't matter if he's giving or receiving, it'll be the best time of your life, don't you worry

Beelzebub-

Dick analysis:

A solid 9, maybe 10, inches with a monstrous girth

He has a large vein that runs down the top that splits into a 'Y' shape as it nears the head

He's got a bigger base and shaft with a narrow head

His tip is a light purple-bordering red

He lightly trims his hair every other week

Except his happy trail -He maintains that to be the perfect trail starting just below his belly button and leading down to his v-line

Luckily for you, Beel's a shower not a grower

NSFW Headcanons:

He loves fucking you against a wall or on desks/counters

Hard and fast or slow and steady doesn't really matter to him

He just wants to fuck you

Don't get me wrong- he knows how to match the mood, he just doesn't have a preference

His preference is simply being inside you

Well, as inside of you as he can get

Most of the time, you can only fit a little more than half of him in you

Even that has a borderline uncomfortable stretch

Is kind of a sadist in that he loves to push down on the bulge that forms in your stomach

Doesn't mind pulling out if you want him to

Give him the chance, though, and he's nutting inside you, tip just inside your fluttering hole as it desperately tries to pull him back in

Belphegor-

Dick analysis:

6-7 inches with average girth

Definitely has a c-shape to it

He has a slight vein down the underside

Has a couple freckles along the length

Another member of the no-shave-club

He just doesn't care if there's hair or not

If you ask, he might trim it but otherwise it's as au naturel as you can get

His tip is generally the same color as his shaft, maybe a shade or two darker

NSFW Headcanons:

Whatever positions that require the least amount of effort are his favorite

His top ones being both cowgirl and reverse cowgirl

Don't let that fool you, he's still in control

Hands griping your hips in a bruising vice as he fucks you dumb

Edging is his absolute favorite thing to do to you

It doesn't require too much energy

All he has to do is still you once he notices your bouncing becoming more erratic

If he's not too exhausted, he'll have you on your back as he relentlessly pounds into you

He really only works on finishing you once he's had at least one orgasm (refer back to the edging)

His favorite places to cum are in you and on your chest

He likes watching your chest rise and fall as you gasp for breath and seeing his cum dribble down your torso

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Desperation

There's something wrong with Asmodeus.

ASMODEUS x afab!Reader 7.4k Words | NSFW | Smut with Feelings | Angst with a Happy Ending | First Time Summary: You were bullied by another student at RAD. Asmodeus hasn't been the same since. Content Warnings: Mentions of: anger, unhealthy coping mechanisms, possessive thoughts/behaviour, arguing and threats of violence, blood, brief bullying/harassment, bathing together, vaginal fingering, PIV sex. Reader uses gn!pronouns. ➤➤ Obey Me! Masterlist

The tub in Asmodeus’s private bathroom is more like a pool than any bathtub you ever used prior to coming to the Devildom. It’s as enchanting and mysterious as the demon himself. You’re not even sure how he fills it - it must have some magical charm that keeps it full. The fresh petals he adds to the water never seem to wilt or lose their scent.

You’re sitting with Asmo near the edge of the pool. You skim your fingers along the surface of the crystal-clear water and it ripples gently at your touch. Asmo sits behind you on the marble step and supports your weight while you lean against him. He hums gently into your ear while he runs his fingertips through the ends of your hair. His chest is warm against your back. He’s naked from the waist up, but he left his boxer briefs on - for your comfort more than his.

Normally you wouldn’t let Asmo see you like this - naked, vulnerable - in the bath or out of it. But earlier when he said he wanted to take care of you, his eyes burning with an intensity that left you speechless, he swept you away to his private bathroom. You were both still reeling from what happened earlier that afternoon, and you realized you wanted his comfort as badly as he wanted yours.

It was supposed to be an ordinary day at RAD: classes with the demon brothers, a student council meeting with Diavolo and Barbatos, perhaps breaking up a fight or two depending how well they got along today. You were sorting through paperwork near the front of the room while the demons bickered in their seats on the dais behind you.

What you didn’t expect was Solomon bursting through the doors, grinning when Thirteen followed him inside. He ducked behind you while he asked for her to be reasonable and you knew things were going to end badly. She screeched at him as she pulled some sort of black, metallic orb from her bag and tossed it with all her might.

The trap missed Solomon but it hit your arm instead before it dropped to the floor. It beeped menacingly at your feet and you felt the twinge of pain shoot through your arm when you raised your hands to cover your face. You closed your eyes and braced yourself for whatever was about to happen.

Thirteen ran over and disarmed the orb before it did whatever else it was supposed to do. She apologized to you but glared venomously at Solomon who was still hovering behind you. He rolled his eyes and tsked, completely unbothered by her fury when she continued threatening him for trying to break into her cave again.

Asmo came to your side before any of his brothers could and shouted at Thirteen and Solomon for involving you with their squabble and putting you in harm’s way. Lucifer followed him and reprimanded Thirteen for her irresponsible behaviour, and he blamed both her and Solomon for disrupting the meeting.

While Thirteen was being lectured by a very grumpy-looking Lucifer, Solomon turned to you with a sheepish smile and apologized for involving you in their little disagreement. You shrugged your shoulders to brush off his apology - it could’ve been worse, after all - but his eyes narrowed when you winced in pain.

“Are you alright? Here, let me take a look—“ he offered as he reached for the lapels of your blazer.

Asmo nudged you back, pushing Solomon’s hand away and effectively shielding you from him. “I think you’ve done enough,” he gritted out angrily. His expression would’ve scared anyone that didn’t know him better - he looked terrifying, and even Solomon must’ve thought so because he raised his hands placatingly and stepped back.

“Come on, let’s go home,” you suggested quietly, tugging on the sleeve of his jacket to get his attention. Your arm throbbed and the room felt uncomfortably tense as tempers flared; you didn’t want to be there anymore.

He looked at you over his shoulder and the fire in his gaze softened. He put his hand over yours and squeezed, turning from Solomon without another word and guided you towards the exit. He paused outside in the hallway long enough to murmur a quick healing spell to lessen the pain in your arm.

The walk home was quiet and uneventful, a blur of typical Devildom nighttime noise but the demon at your side had a scowl on his face that had others on the street giving you a wide berth. It wasn’t typical for the Asmo you know. He draped an arm over your shoulders to keep you tucked into his side but you could feel the tension in his body when you walked together.

When you arrived home, you started to walk towards your room for a shower and a nap, but he held onto your hand and seemed reluctant to let you go. No matter what you said, you couldn’t convince him you were fine; maybe he knew you were lying to yourself.

Let me take care of you.

When you agree to use his private bath, you don't expect that it’s going to be both of you bathing together. You’re too tired to argue - and you’re genuinely worried about him too - so you finally relent and start to strip away the layers of your school uniform.

Asmo is visibly displeased when you ask him to dim the lights in a moment of self-consciousness. He reminds you that you have nothing to be ashamed of, but he does as you ask because he wants you to be comfortable.

While you undress, he gathers fluffy towels from a cabinet and sets them on the edge of the bathing pool. He grabs an empty basket and picks out bottles of shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. He even picks up a small bottle of fragrant oil and adds a couple drops to the water, satisfied when the steam from the warm water starts to diffuse the light floral scent.

By the time you’re naked, he is standing in the tub, his underwear still on - you felt guilty that the silky material was probably being ruined by the water. He doesn’t seem to care about that or anything else except you. When you approach the pool hesitantly, a small smile graces his lips for the first time since the incident at school and he holds out his hand to you. When you place your hand in his, he keeps you steady while you step into the pool and wade through the water towards him.

You want to sink below the surface of the water or shield your body from him with your hands, both desperate attempts to hide as much bare skin from him as you can. He senses your nervousness because he pulls you into a gentle hug that feels warm and soothing.

When you finally start to relax, he pulls away and reaches for the basket of toiletries floating nearby. You dunk your head into the water to wet your hair while he grabs the bottle of shampoo. He rubs his hands together and massages the suds onto your scalp. He hums quietly and your body sways gently in the water. Your eyes slip closed at the pleasant sensation of his fingertips working through your hair, rubbing at the back of your neck and melting away the tension between your shoulders. He does the same with the conditioner next; he seems to enjoy the sensation of your soft hair between his fingers while he pampers you.

You recognize the scent of the hair products and realize he’s using his own. His taste in cosmetics is luxurious and expensive, more than what you would ever dream to spend on yourself. You feel spoiled, like you’re someone precious. You’re distracted by how relaxed you feel, and you realize too late that he’s pouring body wash into his palm and sudsing it up between his hands.

He reaches for your left arm first, lacing your fingers together with one hand while he smooths the fragrant bubbles over your skin with the other. He does the same with your right arm, pausing before he accidentally touches the purple bruise forming where Thirteen’s trap struck you. He stares at the mark, barely brushing his fingers across it like he’s afraid of hurting you even more.

You squeeze his fingers to pull him out of the worried trance he’s fallen into. “It looks worse than it feels,” you say quietly. You try to reassure him but he doesn’t look like he believes you. He bends his head and brushes his lips over the mark before he continues with his task.

He washes your back, kneading the skin gently with his hands as he moves them across your body. He doesn’t stray below your waist, and he only washes the delicate column of your throat and shoulders before turning around to give you privacy. He gathers his basket and sets it on the edge of the pool while you quickly wash your chest.

You rinse the soapy layer off your skin by the time he turns around and pulls you into another hug. The water was a bit tepid now and it’s covered with a thin layer of film from the bath products he used.

“We should probably get out soon,” you murmur, resting against his bare chest.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he says and he holds you a bit tighter. “No one is going to bother you tonight.”

You run your fingertips across the water’s surface. “But the water’s getting cool and it’s soapy.” It’s one of the reasons why you normally don’t like taking baths and prefer to shower.

But Asmo holds his hand above the water and starts whispering an incantation you don’t recognize. His hand glows and the water around you ripples gently before it settles. You nearly gasp at the odd sensation of the water instantly warming up again. The bubbly residue from his bath products is gone too.

“Well, that’s a neat trick,” you say with a quiet laugh. He watches your delighted reaction with a smile.

Asmo walks back towards the edge of the pool and pulls you with him. He hops back onto the marble step and scoots backwards. He spreads his legs and pats the space between them where he makes room for you. After a moment of deliberation, you follow him and settle against his chest. His thighs are bracketing your hips and one of his arms is crossed over your front.

He smooths your hair back and brushes it out of the way, hooking his chin over your shoulder with a sigh. He nuzzles your shoulder with his cheek. When you glance at him from the corner of your eye, you realize his eyes are closed.

“How do you feel?” you ask him in a near-whisper.

He turns his head towards you, humming in contemplation. You can feel his warm breath on your neck. “I should be asking you that,” he replies. He’s dodging your question.

You turn to face him properly - or as much as he allows with his arm still wrapped around you. “You were very upset with Solomon earlier,” you remind him. “You didn’t seem like yourself.”

Asmo’s eyes are open and they flash at the mention of the sorcerer’s name. “Did I frighten you?”

You shake your head because it wasn’t fear you felt in that moment. “No, I wasn’t scared of you. I was worried.”

Asmo rests his forehead against your shoulder and sighs. “I don’t think you understand how hard it is when–“ he starts to say, then he makes a frustrated noise in his throat. "I don't like it when someone else hurts you.”

Asmo is protective of you the way all the other demon brothers are, so his answer doesn’t surprise you. But you’ve known for a while now that something between you has changed, like there’s some gap neither of you are able to cross. Most of the time he seems like himself - carefree, happy, excited by all the wonderful things in the world that he loves. When he’s not himself, his eyes are cold and his tone is sharp.

Sometimes you forget that Asmo’s capable of rage or violence as much as his brothers are, even though he tries not to show you that side of him. The anger in his eyes earlier when he faced off against Solomon in your defense was very real. You’re surprised he didn’t shift into his demon form; perhaps he would have if you hadn’t gotten him out of there in time.

“Does this have to do with what happened a few months ago?” you ask hesitantly.

His body freezes for a split second but it’s enough for you to notice. His arm tightens around you ever so slightly.

“We never did talk about that, did we?” he sighs. He sounds nervous, uncertain - you know he’s trying to avoid having this conversation with you, but you don’t know why.

“No, but maybe we should. I wasn’t lying earlier when I said I’m worried about you - and not just today. You’ve been…” you gesture vaguely with your hand, “…different lately. After what happened.”

The water is still warm but it feels like you’ve both overstayed your welcome. Asmo relaxes his hold on you and leans over to grab a towel for himself. He stands and quickly dries himself off. The boxer briefs he wears leave little to the imagination when the water-soaked fabric sticks to his skin. Your cheeks burn when you turn away quickly to give him privacy, and you hear him chuckle under his breath.

He sets the towel over his shoulder and grabs a second one for you. He holds it open in front of him and you stand quickly, stepping out of the pool and letting him wrap you in the towel like a blanket.

He tips your face up with a finger under your chin and looks into your eyes. He leans closer and his eyes dart to your lips for the briefest moment. Before you can even ask what he’s doing, he shakes his head and gestures for you to follow him to his room.

You dry yourself off quickly while he steps into the privacy of his walk-in closet. Your RAD uniform is in a crumpled pile somewhere and you wait for him to return, wrapping the towel tighter around yourself so you don’t get cold.

Asmo steps out of his closet wearing a bathrobe that’s tied loosely at his waist. You catch brief glimpses of his bare thighs when he walks towards you; it’s obvious he’s not wearing anything underneath. He hands you a spare bathrobe to put on as well, and he collects the discarded towels and tosses them in the laundry hamper while you shrug the robe onto your shoulders.

Asmo lays on his bed above the covers, sinking into the pile of ornamental pillows against his headboard. He raises his arm invitingly and you settle on the bed beside him, tucking yourself under his arm and letting your head rest against his shoulder. One of your hands is on his chest and he covers it with his own.

He peppers the top of your head with a few brief, barely-there kisses then sighs warily. He’s delayed this conversation long enough. “What would you like to ask first?”

You think back to nearly three months ago when a loud slam woke you up in the middle of the night. A yell echoed down the hall from your room and it prompted you to get out of bed quietly and tiptoe outside. What if someone was hurt? you worried at the time. The sound of hushed, frantic voices led you to the front hallway.

“Asmo?” you whisper, staring at the demon you barely recognized. Blood was splattered across his arms and face, his clothes stained and torn. He was speaking to Lucifer, but his eyes met yours for a moment before he looked away again. You took a hesitant step towards him, but Mammon appeared out of nowhere, blocking Asmo from view and gently pushing you back towards your room.

“You can talk to him tomorrow,” he said quietly, glancing at his brothers over his shoulder. “He wouldn’t want you to see him like this.”

“What happened that night when I saw you in the foyer?” you ask.

“Diavolo finally agreed with Lucifer’s recommendation that the demon bothering you should be expelled from RAD.” Asmo hides his smirk in your hair. “Lucifer decided his punishment deserved a personal touch, so he sent me on behalf of the student council to make sure he went back to the corner of hell he came from. He might’ve been a little worse for wear, but in one piece.” Mostly one piece, anyway.

“Why did Lucifer ask you to do it?” you wonder, looking at him curiously. A thought suddenly occurs to you, and you push up so you can look at him properly. “Does that have to do with the fight you two had?” You weren’t sure what happened, but in the days leading up to that night, Lucifer and Asmo barely seemed to get along; they ignored each other at mealtimes and exchanged icy glares when they were forced to speak about official school business.

Asmo smiles and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Of course it does,” he says. “You tried to hide it from us, but I knew that demon was harassing you. I was worried about you but Lucifer insisted on following protocol. I found his lack of urgency frustrating.”

“I think we need to reconsider allowing the new student to study at RAD,” Asmo said from his seat in Lucifer’s office, his voice quiet and serious.

Lucifer sighed warily. It wasn’t the first time Asmo spoke to him of his concerns regarding the new demon on campus but his accusations were vague and unsubstantiated. “I already told you that my hands are tied unless he does something actionable.” When Asmo opened his mouth to argue, Lucifer added quickly, “something actionable with proof.”

But something in Asmo’s tense expression made Lucifer hesitate. “What’s wrong?”

Asmo shook his head. “I don’t know how to explain it. That demon is dangerous.” He doesn’t say that he’s terrified something bad might happen, that he might not be there in time to save you if it does.

Lucifer leaned back and rubbed his tired eyes with the palms of his hands. “I believe you, but Diavolo needs some sort of evidence to justify expulsion if we want to to avoid any political repercussions. Your intuition simply isn't enough.”

Asmo stood from the chair with a frown and strode away. “If you don’t do something about him now, it could be too late.” He pulled the door open and glared at Lucifer over his shoulder. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he snarled before slamming the door closed behind him.

Asmo pulls you against him and rolls you both over. When you’re both laying on your sides, he wraps an arm around your waist. He smiles when you copy him.

“I thought it was something I could handle on my own,” you finally admit outloud. “I hoped things would get better with time. I didn’t want to involve anyone else if I didn’t have to.”

But since you didn’t tell Asmo about anything that was going on, you still have to wonder, ”How did you know what was going on if I didn't tell anyone?”

Asmo cuddles a bit closer to you and his eyes slip closed when he tightens his hold on you. “Call it a hunch.”

Mammon tried to explain it to you during your early days as an exchange student. You were curious about Asmo’s fixation on beautiful things - including himself. “It’s not just about beauty or sex with him - it’s about passion. Anger, hatred - he can sense those feelings too but that sorta passion’s ugly to him. That's why he focuses on the feelings that make him feel good. That’s why when he sets his mind to something, he puts in everything he’s got, every time. It’s all or nothin’ with that guy. He doesn’t do half measures.”

It was fortunate that you were still at RAD the day things spiraled out of control. The demon that was bullying you had you cornered in an otherwise empty classroom. He pushed your shoulders against the stone wall and hissed with explicit details how he planned to decorate the room with your insides. Despite all your power and education, you froze in the face of real danger. You were naive to think that there weren’t demons left in the Devildom that would still want to harm you.

Whatever the demon was about to do next was interrupted when the classroom door opened suddenly. The passerby yelled for help and within moments the demon was pulled off you. You slumped to the ground, overwhelmed by the adrenaline and fear coursing through your veins.

Afterwards, you would remember it was Asmo who picked you up and carried you to the infirmary, who sat at your side and held your hand while you were examined for injuries. It was Asmo who slept in your bed that night to help fend off bad dreams, who stayed home with you the next day while Diavolo and Lucifer finished their investigation.

You had all the pieces to explain what happened, the truth that you were too blind to see: it was Asmo that asked to carry out the demon's punishment because he threatened to kill you.

“What have you done?” Lucifer snapped angrily when he confronted Asmo in the front hallway. He expected his brother home hours ago.

“I did as you asked,” Asmo said in an eerily calm, detached voice. “He’s on his way back to the outer ring and we won’t have to see him ever again.”

Lucifer grabbed Asmo’s arm when he tried to walk away. “When I gave you permission to do this, I stated very clearly the limitations of what you could and could not do. We all feel the way you do, but–”

“I warned you this would happen!” Asmo cried, aura burning as his rage flared. He quieted himself, remembering the late time and not wanting to wake the others, or you. “He’s still alive. If I ever see him again, he won’t be so lucky.”

You knew Asmo was a powerful demon - he was a demon prince of the Devildom, after all - but you never realized his potential for anger or violence could match the intensity of his love and admiration for the things he held most dear. It overwhelmed you to think that he considered you something worth protecting.

But the more you thought about it, the more you realized you underestimated the depth of his feelings for you. He tried to tell you so many times in so many ways that you were important to him. He brought his manicure kit to your room so he could do his nails while you did your homework. When you finished, he would reward you by doing your nails too. He invited you on spontaneous trips to Majolish or your favourite cafe, refusing your offers to pay for the gifts he bought for you. He was always trying to take your photo, or he’d pull you to his side for selfies together. When you asked him why none of the photos ended up on Devilgram like most of his other pictures, he just winked and said he wanted to keep those pictures for himself.

He teased you playfully if other demons tried to ask you out, and he even encouraged you to accept sometimes - not that you ever had interest in any of those other demons, and he knew it. That didn’t stop him from giving you his usual pep talk before all of the dances you were invited to attend at Diavolo’s castle or The Fall:

“If anyone tries anything with you that you don’t like, blast them with some of that magic of yours. Or better yet, summon me and I’ll take care of it. No matter where I am, I’ll come to you. I promise.”

The realization dawns upon you and you feel like you’re drowning, emotions choked by the truth you’ve always known about his feelings for you, and your feelings for him.

“How long have you felt this way about me?” you ask him, your whispered voice breaking.

When he opens his eyes, they begin to glow as he gazes at you with so much love - it’s hard to breathe. His cheeks flush just the slightest bit pink when his lips slowly tick up in a small smile. “Oh, my precious darling, when have I not?”

You bury your head against his chest to hide the tears spilling down your cheeks. You’re sobbing and shaking your head, whispering apologies over and over again while your fingers clench the silky material of his robe.

“It’s alright,” Asmo says quietly, his hand rubbing your back in an effort to calm you. “I’m here. Everything is going to be fine from now on, I promise.”

You look at him through blurry, red-rimmed eyes when he pushes you back gently so he can see your face. “But y-you did all that for me and I didn’t know. Or I-I-I think I knew but I pretended I didn’t. Things have felt so off between us and it’s my fault. If I wasn’t so weak, maybe I could’ve—“

Asmo frowns slightly and puts a finger to your lips to quiet you. “Nothing that happened was your fault. I did what I needed to do to keep you safe. I’ll save you as many times as I have to.” He cradles the back of your head and leans forward to brush his lips against your brow.

“I love you,” he says when he lowers his head and kisses your cheek.

“And I’ll never let anything happen to you,” he whispers when his nose brushes against yours and he presses his lips to the corner of your mouth.

The kiss is soft enough that you can ignore it, giving you the chance to turn away, to pretend it didn’t happen. He’s giving you an out, you realize. But when you’re this close, all you can see is the faint glow of his clementine eyes.

The kiss you offer him in return is soft and sweet.

His eyes flutter closed as he moans quietly, and the way he tilts his head so he can slot his mouth against yours reminds you this isn’t a dream.

“Please,” he murmurs repeatedly against your lips. The quiet, needy pleas are muffled but you understand him perfectly.

When you nod, he doesn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss, groaning when his lips move against yours harder and with more urgency. When you part your lips, he licks into your mouth, moaning between swipes of his tongue like he’s devouring you, starved for everything you can give him. His hand slides down your body, squeezing your waist gently before he pulls you tighter against him like he’s trying to blur the lines where you end and he begins.

When you start to roll onto your back, Asmo follows without hesitation, sliding a knee between your thighs and pressing his chest against yours. His kisses become sloppy and the soft, wet sounds are punctuated by your breathy moans.

You’re able to touch him more easily in this position and you tentatively skim your hands along his arms and across his shoulders until your fingers find purchase in his hair. There’s a rumbling noise that vibrates in his chest, and when you tug on his hair with just a bit more force, he breaks the kiss with a groan that makes the dull throb between your legs ache with need.

His hands are everywhere when he drags his lips across your jaw and down your neck. He’s panting between fiery, open-mouthed kisses against your skin. When he latches into the junction between your neck and shoulder and sucks with just a hint of teeth, you gasp.

He hums when he pulls back slightly to admire the mark he’s left on your skin. He raises himself up on his hands so he can look at you properly. You take the opportunity to explore him too, hands sliding down his chest slowly until they settle at his waist. You feel him shudder at your touch.

“I should be doing this properly,” he says suddenly. When you tilt your head in confusion, he explains, “getting dolled up for you, taking you out for a romantic dinner, seducing you afterwards.” He grins when you flush with embarrassment, but his smile falters after a moment when his gaze pierces yours. “You deserve that. I can give you that if you want. We don’t have to go any further tonight if you’re not ready.”

You cup his cheek. “Do you want to stop?” you ask curiously.

He turns his head so he can kiss the inside of your wrist. “Fuck, no,” he breathes, shaking his head. His hair falls over his eyes, totally unkempt. He’s beautiful like this.

Earlier it was hard to ignore the weight of his cock hardening against your hip, the stilted movements when he kept himself from grinding against you while you kissed. It makes you feel less self-conscious of your own desire, the way his pleased sounds made you feel hot with need. The insides of your thighs are damp with slick and you’re desperate for some kind of friction against your clit. You’ve been clenching around nothing, secretly wanting him to fill you but not having the courage to ask for more.

“I want you too,” you whisper, staring into his eyes and it feels like you’re finally being honest, trying not to let fear ruin the promise of what his love can offer you. You’re emboldened by the way his eyes are smoldering when he looks at you, the way you’re both trembling with need and the way your voices shake with so much emotion. You don’t want him to have any doubts about how you feel about him or about how desperately you want him too.

He only hesitates a moment before he pushes himself to his knees. One of his knees is still wedged between your thighs, not quite close enough to give you the friction to grind yourself against him. He undoes the knot holding his robe closed and slides it off his shoulders. The sight of his naked chest leaves you breathless.

Your eyes roam across his smooth, unblemished skin. Your fingers grasp the blanket when you feel the itch to grab him and pull him back down. You’re close to begging for him to touch you, and something must flicker across your expression because his gaze darkens. The sweet, somewhat bashful tilt to his lips sharpens into something a little more hungry.

He leans down, one hand clenching the sheets for balance while he slips his other arm between your bodies. You feel his fingers pull at the thin fabric of your robe and pry it apart and the sudden chill causes goosebumps to spread across your exposed skin. You resist the urge to cover your breasts when you feel your nipples harden.

“You’re lovely,” he whispers, kissing your cheek softly. “You’re so incredibly beautiful, I can barely stand it.” You tilt your head back when his nose grazes along your jaw and he scrapes his teeth against the sensitive skin below your ear. He pulls your earlobe between his teeth and tugs, licking the skin in a mock apology when you gasp and arch your back against his chest.

“I bet you say that to all your dates,” you whimper. His desire is intoxicating but you can feel the self-doubts bubbling over, your inhibitions threatening to spill from your lips and ruin everything. Before you can say anything else, Asmo sighs his head and tilts your head so you’re forced to look him in the eye.

“None of that matters anymore, not when I finally have you,” he says quietly, like it’s some sort of oath. “I’ve wanted you for so long.” He gives you a hard, quick kiss. “I’ve wanted you for so fucking long.”

He shuffles closer and his cock hangs heavy against you. The tip is dribbling precum and it feels warm and sticky on your thigh. His head tilts back with a moan and he slowly rubs against you, painting your skin with his desire and leaving no room for doubt that he wants you.

You can’t stop yourself from reaching for him and you pull him closer as you spread your legs invitingly. “Asmo, please–”

He growls quietly and in an instant his lips are around one of your nipples while his hand snakes back down between your bodies. His tongue swirls around the hardened bud, and he sucks it into his mouth at the same time his long fingers dip between your folds. Your hips jolt when he brushes against your clit, puffy and wet with your desire and it’s all for him.

Asmo moans around your nipple when he feels the wetness between your legs. He kisses across your breasts as he starts grinding against you a bit harder than before.

“You’re almost ready for me, aren’t you?” he asks, amazed by how utterly perfect you are, bare and needy under him. He licks his lips and you can see a hint of his fangs when he grins.

The way he looks at you makes you squirm underneath him. You move your hips and try to chase his fingers as he explores the soft skin of your folds. The delicious pressure of his fingertips rubbing against your clit is enough to make your thighs quake. You feel the beginnings of your release, but you whine when he suddenly moves his fingers away. Before you can ask him to touch you again, he slips a finger inside you and the sudden fullness makes you groan.

He’s hypnotized by the way your body moves in tandem with his, arching your back and undulating your hips as he pumps his finger inside. He’s being slow and deliberate, studying your face for every reaction, and when he adds another finger he thrusts them both in deep. You take the intrusion so well, like your body was made to be his, and he knows you're close when your moans pitch higher and your hands scramble for purchase in the sheets.

“You feel so perfect around my fingers,” he murmurs, watching with half-lidded eyes as his fingers move faster in and out of you. He bites his lip when he feels you clench around him, and he’s nearly mad with the desire to have you finally wrapped around his cock. “You’re so responsive.” He strokes your clit with his thumb as his fingers stretch and tease your gummy walls, crooking his fingers inside you like he’s inviting you to sin.

The sensations drive you to the edge and you’re chasing your release, eyes closed and swallowing thickly after you choke on a moan that sounds suspiciously like his name. “I want you so badly,” you beg, and your voice sounds breathy and pathetic to your ears but you can feel the heat of his gaze on you when your body tightens around him. He keeps brushing over that spot inside that feels so good and you don’t want the feeling to stop, you want more. “I want you to come inside me, I want–”

You cry out as the orgasm crashes through you out of nowhere, wave after unrelenting wave of pleasure setting your body ablaze as his greedy fingers coax every last breathy moan from your lips. He savors the way your body flutters around him, like you’re overwhelmed by the feeling of his fingers still pumping inside you but your pretty little hole’s too greedy to let him go.

Asmo finally pulls his hand away when you try to clench your thighs closed to stop him from teasing your oversensitive nerves. He sits back on his heels and waits patiently while you catch your breath. Your skin glistens lightly with sweat and he can’t stop staring at you.

When you finally open your eyes, he brings his slick-soaked fingers to his mouth, licking your essence from his fingertips before sucking them both into his mouth greedily. Once they’re clean, he releases them with a quiet pop.

“You taste delicious,” he coos appreciatively. He’s so tempted to dive between your legs, to lap up every last drop of slick that clings to your folds. He wants to breathe in your intoxicating scent until it’s seared into his memory forever, to plunder your hole with his tongue until you can’t possibly give him more.

But as much as Asmo wants to make himself a new home between your legs buried tongue-deep inside you, or to pull you on top of him so you can grind against his face so he’s drenched in your slick, he knows that will have to wait until next time.

He’s been with hardly anyone else since what happened a few months ago. He was overwhelmed by the intensity of his feelings for you - the fear of losing you, the need to claim you properly - and it sent him into a tailspin. He tried to pretend there was nothing wrong and he went to his usual haunts, but he didn’t want any of those other demons: none of them were you.

Now that he has you, he’s not sure anything can possibly be better than this: the way you looked swept away by pleasure; your loud, high-pitched sounds like music to his ears; and the way you fucked yourself on his fingers and begged for his cock inside you - it’s too much temptation for even the Avatar of Lust to bear.

When the sensitivity has ebbed and you’ve caught your breath, you let your thighs fall open again and Asmo doesn’t hesitate to shuffle between them properly. His cock bumps against you and when he lowers himself to his forearms above you, he teases you with the glide of his cock along your folds. He rolls his hips slightly so that the tip of his cock grazes your clit and then he pushes even lower, letting the head of his cock tease at your hole. He adds just enough pressure at your entrance that promises more, and that has you moaning in anticipation and spreading your legs even wider for him.

You lift your thighs so they rest against his hips to keep him in place, to encourage him to come even closer, to fill you so you never feel empty again.

His head tips back and soft sighs fall from his lips when he finally pushes inside. Neither of you seem to care about the way your body squelches obscenely with the slow drag of his cock along your walls. It’s a smooth glide until he finally bottoms out and he moans, but he blinks his eyes open rapidly, surprised at the sudden wetness clinging to his eyelashes. One of your hands is clutched to his back, the sharp grip of your fingernails a delightful mixture of pleasure and pain.

You cup his face with your other hand and wipe away the rogue tears that roll down his cheek. “I love you so much,” you say in a quiet, shaky voice, because there’s nothing more perfect you can say in this moment, not when his body cages yours and you feel so utterly wanted. When his cock twitches eagerly inside you, you wonder why it took so long to do this together; it feels like you were both fighting inevitability.

He nuzzles against your hand and kisses your palm before he rolls his hips with a few shallow, exploratory strokes. You both moan, and your other hand leaves his cheek so you can grasp onto his shoulder to brace yourself.

Asmo bites his lip when he rocks into you again. “You feel—“ he breaks off with a groan, wincing when your walls squeeze around him. “You feel so fucking good, I don’t think I’m going to last.”

Despite the pleasure gripping his senses, he feels the faintest ripple of embarrassment too. He’s worried about disappointing you after finally getting to have you after all this time. The longing for you festered so deep within him that even touching someone that wasn’t you didn’t really satisfy him anymore. He’s overcome by his desire for you even though he tried to ignore it, because he didn’t know if you wanted him, if you were ready for what he wanted to give you so badly—

But you breathe out his name and the unabashed lust in your eyes is unmistakable. You’re panting lightly, wetting your lips with a quick swipe of your tongue and he tracks the movement greedily. “I just want you,” you say when you tighten your legs around his waist, urging him even deeper.

That’s all the invitation Asmo needs. He braces himself on his hands and starts to move inside you with slow, controlled thrusts. The heat of your walls wrapped around his cock and your soft, needy moans and whimpers overwhelm his senses, and it’s hard to maintain the gentle rocking of his hips against yours when he feels the tethers of his self-control start to snap.

He puts more power into his movements, answering your whimpered pleas for him to fuck you, to give it to you harder and faster. You’re not commanding him, but you don’t have to; he obeys willingly with the rough snap of his hips as he fucks you into his mattress. He growls approvingly when you toss your head back in submission and pleasure, whining and choking on the moans he drags out of you with every push and pull of his cock claiming you from the inside-out.

The bed frame creaks from the force of his thrusts and the headboard bangs against the wall, but Asmo doesn't care, not when it feels like you’re both teetering on the edge of an abyss and he’s so close to falling. He’s determined to drag you down with him.

“Touch yourself,” he whispers in a rough voice when he feels his orgasm approaching. “I want you to come with me.” He doesn’t remember the last time he felt so desperate, but you reach between your bodies and start stroking your clit in time with his powerful thrusts. Your body clenches around him almost immediately and your back arches, and his cock is suddenly enveloped with even more slickness when you come for him a second time, his name falling from your lips in a broken cry.

He can’t possibly last after that and he doesn’t want to, and your pleasure rips the orgasm from him and he cries out when he spills inside you, marking you as his in a way no one else possibly can. His hips stutter as his thrusts become sloppy and shallow, and the desperate haze clears from his mind when satisfied exhaustion takes its place.

You both groan when his softening cock finally slips from your body. He collapses at your side to avoid crushing you with his weight, and he pulls you against him. You’re both hot and sticky and the air smells like musk from sweat and sex. Asmo knows there’s a wet spot drying on his sheets where your slick and his come pooled between your thighs.

He knows you’re both exhausted, but he hasn’t felt this content in weeks.

You nuzzle into his shoulder and sigh, trying and failing to stifle a yawn. You’re still trembling slightly, but you melt into his embrace and it makes his throat thicken with emotion.

“I think we need another bath,” you murmur sleepily. Your lips tickle where they graze his skin and he smiles.

“Later,” he promises and he wraps his arms around you. “Stay with me tonight,” he whispers.

Stay with me forever, he thinks and doesn’t say out loud. But when you nod and cuddle even closer to him before sleep claims you, Asmo believes he didn’t have to.

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hopeluna · 2 months

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✘︙Asmodeus !

♡! hope's notes: yes this is a repost from the old blog, hush

CW: body insecurities

"If i'm more pretty, do you think they'll like me?"

The silence that followed gets broken by Asmo's laugh. He mutters a small "idiot", shaking his head, chuckling at the mirror in front of him. Well, the half broken mirror. Most of the broken shards and pieces were on the floor anyway, few embedded on his knuckles.

Looking around the room, Asmo sighed tiredly. Pillows strewn around on the floor, torn pillows ; his pristine silk bedsheets all crumpled up on the floor too. His beauty and skin care products were more or less useless now, most of them had their products dumped in the sink, some in the trash.

He supposed, in a ironic way, it was a beautiful mess.

Lucifer was definitely not going to be pleased and so, albeit reluctantly, Asmo got up to first clean his hands. A little magic would cover and heal it up.

This was the fourth-no fifth "breakdown" he has had in a week. Not his proudest moment. Its all your fault really, or at least that's what he tries to tell himself.

Asmo knew he was pretty. He is pretty. Its a fact. But then again, beauty is subjective, isn't it?

So, maybe he wasn't pretty to you. He has tried to change to your preferences though. He's wore perfumes you'd like, clothes that you find attractive, colours that you love. He doesn't understand why it's not working, he's tried everything.

Asmo knows this is pathetic but what can he do? His looks, as he's been told, are all he's got. So if you don't like his looks, you're never gonna want to speak to a ugly Asmo!

The next morning comes and he's there for breakfast as usual, joking and talking with his brothers as if he did not want to peel his skin off last night.

"You know- I have to say, I think blue looks really attractive on some people!-" his ears perk up as he glances at your direction as you talk animatedly with a hardly-listening Beel munching on his and your food.

I could use some blue in my wardrobe. Asmo continues eating as he makes a mental note to go shopping later.

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catmadeofsalad · 5 months

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Lucifer: MC, are you feeling alright?

MC: *pale, sweaty, trembling* Yeah, I'm fine.

Lucifer:

No, you are not. Asking was a courtesy. Get in bed human, now.

A professional at making the perfect tea, exactly as you like it. Are you hungry as well? If the thought of eating is too much, he looks up what humans eat when sick and is surprised to find a diet, but he's pleased when you eat the toast he made you.

Your fever isn't breaking for a while, so he moved his office to your room so as to be able to replace the cool cloth on your forehead. The table was covered in his paperwork, but he refused to let one of his brothers have free reign of your room while you were sick.

Lucifer sneaks kisses on your forehead whenever he checks your temperature with the back of his hand.

Demons don't catch human illnesses, so expect him to help you into the shower if you're dizzy or too tired.

He also sleeps in your bed with you after you've already fallen asleep. This isn't something he'd usually do, but seeing you shiver despite your layers of blankets quickly changes his mind.

He brings you your school work and makes sure you stay up to date on your lessons, having previously informed Diavolo of your inability to attend classes.

Lucifer requests a hand from Barbatos in making you a soup from the human world, and with the royal butler's assistance, you're fed the perfect bowl of chicken noodle soup.

The week and half it took you to fully recover was baffling to the eldest demon brother, but nonetheless, he was glad once you were better.

"MC, what is this?" Is surprised at the "Thank You!" basket of poison apples and other treats that appear on his desk. Is he blushing? No, of course not. The lighting is just off.

Those forehead kisses? They become a permanent expression of endearment.

Mammon

His human is dying!? Not again! Not on his watch!

You cough? Here's more water- humans need to be hydrated when they're sick, right?

You're shivering! More blankets, a sweater- yeah, he's getting into bed with you, ya got a problem with it?

Mammon means well, he's trying his best. If his brothers got sick he never needed to worry because they were demons. He still took care of them in his own way, but his human wad sick now! What would he do if they didn't get better!?

You have to tell him that it's just a bad cold and you'll get better soon. He nods, hand on his chin as he thinks.

Mammon gets a list of items that would help you from Lucifer and Satan, and let's just say that you're all set one supplies if you ever get sick again. For over the next five years. Cold medicine? Yep. Ice packs? Lucifer told him he didn't need all 20 in the freezer but what does he know!? You've been sweating nonstop for days, ya need ta cool down.

If you were a plant you'd live the longest, but as a human, it'd take a while for you to become dehydrated again. Even with all the eness sweating.

If you thought Mammon was attentive before, watch out. He'd hugged you a lot through your sickness to keep you warm, so the slightest shiver even once you're better? Get ready for hugs!

He's surprised when you start hugging him more, too. Mammon is super tsundere at first, complaining about the affection, but he doesn't stop you. The Avatar of Greed stops complaining not long after, just happy with the affection.

Leviathan

You what? Ew, gross, no wait, don't leave - he'll take care of you!

Wait. How does he take care of a human?

It can't be that hard. He can do it!

Where did he get that lab coat- never mind, it doesn't matter. You're tightly wrapped in blankets, snacks and drinks supplied outside of the tub he calls a bed before he sardines into the porcelain bed with you.

Levi runs cold, something he forgets about until your fever spikes. He's about to ask what you need when his cold chest is perfect for your overheated face.

He sputters about how he can get you cool cloths or something and about how you shouldn't cuddle up with such a gross otaku like himself until you start to pull away.

As soon as you start to pull away, he pulls you back to himself and holds you tightly. You're not leaving his room until you're better!

Lucifer disagreed almost as much as Mammon, the former being more so upset that he hadn't been informed and almost uad to tell Diavolo that the human had gone missing.

While your sick Levi let's you join in his online classes, and keeps you up to date on them.

When you're sweaty and gross and actually cold, he runs you a warm bath. He gets some soothing bath bombs and scents from Asmodeus for your bath.

N-no, he's not joining you cause he's worried! He likes the smells too, and besides, you've been snuggled together, and your sweat was all over him!

Even though you were sick, he knew you saw through his excuses.

Once your health was back to normal, Leviathan indulged in cuddle sessions in his bed more often.

The biggest jump for the two of you? Cuddle sessions in the actual bath. Nothing inappropriate or suggestive, just sincere cuddle sessions in the warm water that you two held each other in.

Satan

Of course you're sick, he could tell based on how you were dozing off during movie night. Here's some tea and light soup, go lie down.

How he's one step ahead of your cold you'll never know, but when your fever spikes he has cool cloths already next to your bed.

Satan can tell how dizzy you are when trying to help you walk to the bathroom, and he swoops you up into his arms.

The blonde talks about his favorite recent book as he helps you bathe, helping you dry off and change into fresh, warm clothes before getting you back into bed.

One of his brothers wants to help you? Nope, he's got everything you need. Lucifer is only kept up to date on your well-being from Mammon or Beel, asking on behalf of the eldest.

When you start to feel better, he makes sure that you're active. Sore joints after being sick was miserable, and he didn't want you to feel worse.

As soon as you're better, cuddle reading sessions become a popular activity. You both have the same book, and you take turns reading chapters or pages while you sip on tea.

Asmodeus

Oh honey, he can see your clammy skin a mile away. Not to mention those dark circles and slight hand tremors.

A relaxing face .ask and a warm bath are going to help ear your lungs, and also make your skin feel better. Trust this demon, he knows his way around a rejuvenating bath!

You have a headache? Time for a scalp massage dear, close your eyes!

Seriously, Asmo is all about you getting better as fast as possible. He hates getting sick and knows some little tricks to help.

A rejuvenating bath bomb with coconut butter, oats, and a hint of lavender? Your skin is soft, and despite being sick, you feel so clean!

You're sick for about a week, but the fifth oldest is your personal nurse- eccentric nurse costume and all!

He has herbal teas, a lotion with massaging pearls to help with under eye soreness, and not to mention his full body massages for of you get achy while your sick.

He waits on his human hand and foot, but if you call on him too much he'll definitely complain or stop, "so don't abuse my perfect care and sexy nurses outfit, okay?"

Asmodeus takes you out to his favorite spa once you're better, and you surprise him with a new nail polish and face mask set as thanks for his help.

Those full body massages? Once you're completely better, those become a regular form of comfort, closeness, and lead ups to...well, I'm sure you know MC.

Beelzebub

Beel doesn't notice at first, he just thinks you've been studying too hard again.

When you don't eat as much or decline heavier foods, he gets concerned. Buffo milk tea is your favorite when you're overworked...

He doesn't want to make you upset by asking why you aren't eating as much. After all, Asmodeus scolded him once for asking when he was trying a new diet.

Beelzebub carefully asked if you weren't feeling well, and when you said you were sick everything changed.

Nurse Beel to the rescue!

Seriously. He made you soup, and you almost asked if Barbatos had made it but the orange haired demon mentioned how he scoured many cookbooks with Satan before finding the right one.

The light's bothering your eyes, and you have a migraine? They're all off quickly and the curtains are closed as well.

You're cold even though you have many blankets? Beelzebub is your personal heater.

He definitely gets concerned when you decline a new soup or meal because you're nautious, but he gets assistance from Lucifer on making you the right tea.

Beelzebub is extra gentle with you when you're sick, and he cuddles with you so carefully while he plays with your hair/massages your scalp. Not to mention, he has a great humming voice and helps you get to sleep relatively quickly.

Once you're all better, you buy him a variety party pack of his favorite chips and cookies.

Those soft cuddles and singing to sleep? Yeah, that becomes a near constant for you two when you're stressed or upset. You've sang him to sleep a couple of times, too, when he was having a rough day.

Belphegor

"I told you not to get out of bed, come lie back down MC."

Belphegor takes full advantage of you being sick to cuddle you constantly. Or at least, as much as he can. He won't cuddle you while you use the bathroom, but he'll carry you there.

He complains when you can't lie still due to shivers, but he does so as he pulls you tighter into his arms and wraps you up into the blanket tighter.

Belphie doesn't really know how to take care of a human when their sick- especially one so important to him. He relies on Satan for help in that department.

"How are you still cold?" He whines softly, holding you closer and pressing kisses to your face and neck softly. Belphegor tries to be your main heat source, but he does eventually get you more blankets, socks, or hoodies. It's his hoodie, though, so don't share your weird human germs.

Despite all the rest you got and Satan's help, it takes you a long time to get better, but once you do, you surprise him with a set of eye masks and slippers.

Those cuddley and kisses? Oh, they stay, and you two take turns kissing each other to sleep fairly often.

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