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hyperfixat · 11 months

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How they show affection, demon brothers!

roughly ~700 words :3 side characters ver

Mammon bites.

Seeing how quickly Mammon took to you, he started showing affection around day three of knowing you, after forming your pact. At first you thought he was sniffing your hair, and maybe you needed new conditioner, but then you felt the graze of teeth on the lobe of your ear and a gentle bite.

You don’t react, save for a mild blush, and Mammon’s makes an oddly bird-like chiro, before pulling away from you.

“What was that?”

“What was what?”

“You bit me,” you acusse. It’s not like you’re mad, but knowing why might be nice.

“Stupid human, you’re imagining things,” and if you didn’t believe him from the tone of his voice the aggressive sunburnt red that eclipses his whole face shows he doesn’t mean it.

Satan headbutts.

It took a while for Satan to be affectionate with you, maybe shortly after the Lucifer slash London incident was when he first rammed his (thankfully horn-less) head into your arm. You thought he just bumped into you, maybe he stumbled and to spare him embarrassment, you didn’t mention it.

But then it happened again, this time he made eye contact with you before shoving his scalp into your chest. You melted.

Satan’s so sweet to you, for real for real.

Lucifer purrs.

Now don’t ask him or accuse him of purring because he will deny it, vehemently.

((The Avatar of Pride does not purr, don’t be ridiculous, MC. (Lying through his teeth.))

You only had the opportunity to hear it once in your first year at RAD, the night before you left, he had let you hold his head in your lap and bask in the warmth of your stomach and thighs in between the other activities you did that night.

Lucifer’s eyes has lidded and he gaze up at you with near heart shaped pupils, eyes nearly completely red, and a low rumble began in his chest.

At first you had thought he was growling and you did something wrong, but when you had stiffened up for a brief instance, Lucifer had snuggled his face deeper into your skin.

Asmodeus rattles.

You can’t see where it’s coming from, but it sounds like a baby rattle or the rattle of a snake.

“MC!” [aggressive rattling]

It was really confusing the first couple times and you had to eventually ask if there was a bug somewhere. Asmo, naturally, got offended, but as soon as you told him it was okay and you were just curious, he tells you it means he’s happy.

Cutie Patootie!!

Belphegor licks.

Belphie doesn’t give short little kitten licks, he gives long, drawn out licks across whatever he can access easiest (usually your neck or chest). His tongue is rough and tends to feel a bit scratchy against your skin and sometimes catches on your clothes.

The first time it happened was shortly after the attic incident, and you had thought you were alone in your bed and nearly had a heart attack when a lazy, oddly thick tongue went over your exposed forearm.

You, as one does when startled, screamed.

Belphie leans upward with a grumble, eyes alert though. “What’re you screamin’ about, MC?”

Beelzebub bites and buzzes.

He tries to keep it to just licks, he knows his teeth are sharp :( and he’d hate to hurt you by accident. But after you get your pact and harming you becomes much more unbearable, he will play-bite much more often.

AND he buzzes (like a fly, teehee) when he is especially content.

Leviathan purrs(?).

It’s probably some deep sea monster echolocation thing, but the closest you can describe it as is a purr.

Now getting him to purr is harder than getting Lucifer to purr, he gets up in his own head a lot, so usually when he’s sleepy he purrs (maybe it’s a trill?) into your side.

Bonus for Memphis, TN. (Mephisto)

Since we have not seen his demon form (thx solmare), I have to use what I know of my babygirl to guess what he is like.

I think he probably taps MC with his cane, like a poke or something idk it’s cute give me more mephisto content pls.

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leviathism · 3 months

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yooooooo. i request of thee: asmodeus coercing reader to skip class so they can nap together. they need their beauty rest.

asmodeus x reader

Another paper ball hit the back of your head. You turned around to glare and only grew madder at the sight of Asmodeus just cheerily waving at you.

You finally gave in and opened the paper ball, rolling your eyes at the message it held.

Skip?

Two boxes were underneath it, waiting to be check marked. Both said “yes.”

You rolled your eyes and slowly stood up, trying to avoid notice of whoever the hell they got to teach this demonic fashion class.

Asmodeus squealed, effectively ending your efforts.

He dragged you out of class, ignoring the shouts and threats, and practically skipped all the way back to the House of Lamentation.

You had been expecting him to bring you to the outlets so he could bat his lashes at you and beg for you to pay, so you were surprised when he slammed open his bedroom door and collapsed on his bed.

“Have you seen the bags under my eyes?” he cried out suddenly, sitting up so abruptly you flinched. He snagged your wrist and pulled you down beside him.

“Um.” You stared at his perfectly flawlessly skin.

“I know,” he groaned, rubbing one of his cheeks in embarrassment. “It’s SO bad. It must be because I can’t sleep unless I’m with you.”

You rolled your eyes at his exaggeration but still allowed him to paw at you to lay down with him.

You went down with a huff, pretending to not absolutely love how he snuggled up to you and sprawled his limbs all over you.

Somehow he had already gotten an eye mask to sleep on his face.

You two would be able to sleep peacefully until word got out to Lucifer that you and Asmo ditched just for a cat nap.

#obey me x reader #asmodeus x reader #obey me x gn reader #obey me x gender neutral reader #asmodeus x gn reader #asmodeus fluff #obey me fluff #obey me headcannons

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princessasmosprincess · 3 months

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I saw your asks were open and I ran right here! Could you write something about Asmodeus finding out that adult!mc is inexperienced in love and still hasn’t had their first kiss yet?

I’m not very experienced in the romance department myself, so this is something I’ve thought about quite a bit since Asmo is my fav. It would be so intimidating to be with Asmo, just because he is so experienced and he’s probably done EVERYTHING. At the same time it might be nice to let him take the lead? I think he'd be very gentle and reassuring as your “first,” whether that means kisses or something more intimate. I also don’t think he’d be judgmental, he’s been with all different types of people so nothing would surprise him.

I don't know what spirit possessed me, Anon, but I saw your ask and the words just kept coming. I do hope you like it ^ ♡ ^

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Taboo

Genre: A little fluff, a little angst.

Warnings: Nonsexual nudity, not really suggestive but it does dance around the topic of sex, MC is a virgin and has never been kissed and feels embarrassed about it.

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“...And can you believe, no one had ever told Marchosias that he was a bad kisser! Now, I don't mind if it’s a little rough but I’d prefer any hickies to be lower than jaw level, do you know how hard it is to cover them up even with magic? I swear, it was like making out with a suckerfish.”

Asmo slipped off his robe before folding it and setting it at the edge of the tub, smiling when you laughed at his description of the kiss. He did love an audience, and you hadn't heard most of his stories yet.

You were already in the tub, basking in the warmth and the light floral scent that wafted up with the steam.

Every once in a while Asmo would invite you for an evening bath to relax and gossip. Before you knew him well, you’d been wary of his intentions, but eventually you figured out his motives were relatively pure. He never once crossed your boundaries or made you feel uncomfortable. By now, you barely even acknowledged each other's nudity.

Asmo stepped into the tub, sinking into the cloud-like froth of bubbles, “I know he’s got that whole innocent 'I only give true answers to all questions’ thing going, so you don't want to hurt his feelings, but someone had to tell him.”

“Poor guy.” You laughed.

Asmo was usually the one who did most of the talking, but you didn't mind as long as you were able to get in a word from time to time. He always had a lot to say, so unless something particularly interesting happened to you at RAD, you’d let him go on for as long as he wanted.

“Oh, don't worry, I was gentle with him. I even gave him a private lesson, if you know what I mean.” He smirked, “But we never really talked again after that.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah… I'm pretty sure he was just trying to use me to get to the Celestial Realm anyway, as if I wasn't disgraced and cast down. Like, Solomon probably has more sway with my Father than I do at this point.” Asmo sighed and stretched, leaning back against the tub. “But that's enough about me and all of that… What about you?”

“Me?”

“Yeah,” Asmo's amber eyes brightened, “I wanna hear about your romantic escapades, so spill.”

You hadn’t quite gotten to revealing many of the intimate details of your past to him or any of the brothers.

Your cheeks warmed, “I don't think any of my stories will be as interesting as yours.”

Asmo laughed, “Well of course not, dear, but that doesn't mean I don't want to hear about them.”

“I don't know, Asmo, I don’t really-”

“I won’t ask you to share anything too personal, if that's what you’re worried about,” He lifted a handful of bubbles to his face and blew them in your direction, “Ooh, what about your first kiss, you could at least tell me about that!”

You broke eye contact with him, chewing your bottom lip as you tried to come up with the right words to say, and when they did, they caught in your throat, “I- I can’t.”

A sly grin stole across his lips, “Darling, don’t be silly. Is it that embarrassing of a story? You can tell me, I promise I won’t share it with a soul.”

“That’s not it, Asmo.”

“Hmm?” He raised an eyebrow. “I don’t understand.”

Your voice came out barely above a whisper, “I haven't had my first kiss yet.”

Asmo blinked a few times, the air felt heavy around you, though he didn't seem to notice. He was more surprised than anything.

You’d never had your first kiss?

“Does that mean you're also a-”

You turned your head, willing away the tears pricking at your eyes. It was stupid, you knew. There were lots of people like you. But you felt so ashamed. So unloved.

You knew the question was bound to come up sooner or later, but you still felt unprepared.

“Oh.” Asmo’s gaze softened, not that you could see it. “I'm sorry, I shouldn't have assumed-”

This was you, after all, adored by the future Demon King and the Avatars of Sin alike. He didn't think it was possible you could have lived for this long without so much as a kiss.

“It’s ok, Asmo, you didn't know.” You sighed, tilting your head back against the edge of the tub and closing your eyes. You needed a moment.

Asmo sank lower in the water, so his head sat just above the bubbles, his eyes never leaving you.

Asmo’s whole world for the longest time had revolved around himself and sex and carnal desire. That was just what it meant to be the Avatar of Lust. But in the grand scheme of things, experience in those areas didn't matter much at all. Passion was more important, whether it lasted a moment or centuries.

His heart ached for you. From your reaction, this was clearly beyond you simply not having an interest in intimacy. Asmo didn't understand how the opportunity hadn't come about for you. It infuriated him that other humans hadn't seen what he saw in you. How could anyone not love you?

Asmo hardly remembered his first, a face faded from millennia past, a kiss that hadn't made much of an impression after millions more, new and exciting feelings that had overwhelmed his senses at one point but would feel so tame to him now. But he did know that doing something new was always scary at first.

He could offer to help you take that step. To be your first. Of anyone in the entire universe, wouldn't the Avatar of Lust be the best possible first kiss? Wouldn't your first time with an expert make future opportunities feel less intimidating?

And if he was your first kiss, maybe he could be your first in other ways…

His gaze flickered to your lips.

But it didn't seem like the right time. Asmo had made a mess of things as it was. He knew he shouldn't have pressed you, but he had been too curious. Your feelings were already hurt.

He would talk to you about it some other time. Asmo didn't want you to think he pitied you and he didn't want to pressure you either. There was nothing shameful about your situation, whether you felt that way or not. It would do you no good to rush things when you were feeling so vulnerable.

No, he would wait for the right moment, and if you chose someone else as your first he would gracefully accept your decision.

Until then, he would show you how precious you truly were.

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Cross-posted on AO3

#obey me #omswd #obey me shall we date #asmo obey me #asmodeus obey me #asmo #asmodeus #asmo x mc #asmo x reader #asmo x gn mc #asmo x gn reader #asmodeus x mc #asmodeus x reader #asmodeus x gn mc #asmodeus x gn reader

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tears0fsatan · 1 year

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☆ 𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍' 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐍 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇

✦ ⊹ ˚˖ warnings... nsfw! minors, ageless blogs and fem aligned do not interact, gn!reader, fem!asmodeus, cunnilingus

:¨·.·¨ ♥︎ a.n... pure self indulgence. that's it. that's the post.

can't stop thinking about eating out fem!asmo. her soft thighs, her wet cunt and her sharp gaze. her siren like eyes that you can't seem to pull yourself away from, even as you edge closer to where she wants you most.

it's almost like her gaze is taunting you, her eyes following your every movement like a lion watching her prey. the electricity in the room is damn near static with how much tension is between the two of you.

while keeping your eyes locked on hers, your lips slowly trailed down her left thigh, occasionally leaving behind a hickey. her eyes curved into a playful smile as breathless giggles spilled past her lips, it made you feel as though she found your possessiveness entertaining. it felt pathetic yet simultaneously sent a shiver down your spine.

when you finally reach your destination, her hands shift from the grip they have on her sheets to her thighs, spreading them open even wider despite there no need for it. you swallowed dryly and powerlessly watched her calculated movements with desperate eyes.

everything she does has you mesmerised and she knows. she's toying with you like a puppet on a string and the only thing you can do is play along, not that you mind. you gave her an experimental lick, taking note of the way her eyebrow furrowed ever so slightly.

your mouth envelopes her warm cunt and your tongue darts out to collect her dripping arousal, the sweet taste is so addicting you just can't stop yourself. it's only then that asmodeus lets out a high pitched, needy keen.

her eyes squeeze shut and she lets her head fall back onto her pillows, her hair spraying around her much like a halo. it's impossible to take your eyes off of her, not that you'd want to anyway.

when she's close, her legs wrap around your neck, bringing you impossibly closer to her core. her hand in your hair tightens its grip while she continues to grind on your face, hips stuttering and jerking uncontrollably the closer she gets to her orgasm. there's fluid dripping down your chin and it's so incredibly messy and sticky but you can't help but love every bit of it.

knowing she's this turned on and cumming from your tongue and fingers alone has blood rushing down to your crotch. only after her hands push away your head do you detatch yourself from her cunt.

you keep your eyes on hers, your tongue lolled out with a string of saliva and arousal connected to her cunt. you can only imagine how desperate and pathetic you look but you know that's what she likes, what she feeds off of.

#what can i say i am a man of taste #been on my mind for weeks bruh i am starved #i just love her sooooo much #៹ ࣪˖. 🎧 dark mode ﹒ᶻz #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #obey me x gn reader #obey me x male reader #obey me smut #obey me asmodeus #asmodeus #asmodeus x reader #asmodeus x gn reader #asmodeus x male reader #asmodeus smut #fem!asmo

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defectivevillain · 1 year

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this fragile heart

pairing: asmodeus x reader

reader’s pronouns: unspecified but masc-intended!

word count: 2.2k

(ao3 version here)

You’re standing in the dining room, trying to decide if you want any more food, when there’s suddenly a hand on the small of your back. You flinch and swivel around, only to find Asmodeus smiling at you. The Avatar of Lust greets you and the two of you quickly fall into conversation.

“I was hoping I could test out those products I was telling you about...?” Asmodeus eventually asks, once the conversation had begun to fade. You sigh, remembering your talk with him from a few days prior. Asmodeus had been complaining about not having anyone to put cosmetic products on and you foolishly offered your assistance. You didn’t think he’d actually take you up on it. Ah, well. You did promise him, after all...

“Alright,” you agree. Asmodeus claps his hands together and shepherds you off towards his room. In the blink of an eye, you’re seated in front of his rather large mirror and makeup collection. There’s a devilish gleam in the demon’s eyes. You begin to regret agreeing to this, especially once you see all the medieval-looking devices strewn about.

“What’s that?” You can’t help but ask, as you stare at a long object with strange bristles on it. It’s almost reminiscent of a makeup brush, but it looks far too sharp and dangerous.

“A makeup brush,” Asmodeus replies in amusement, confirming your suspicions. You frown and continue to look around the space, pointing out random objects that you want to know the identities of. Eventually, you come across a flat metal piece that has a power cord extending from it. It looks out of place amidst the rest of the supplies and materials.

“And what’s that?” You decide to ask, pointing at the metal piece. Asmodeus follows your hand and he looks askance. The Avatar of Lust almost looks ashamed. Your heart rate begins to pick up. Why does Asmodeus look guilty?

“A portable grill for cooking humans,” the demon responds, suddenly entirely unable to meet your eyes. Your heart is hammering in your ears now. A grill for cooking humans?! Surely that can’t be what it is. There’s nothing but calm composure on Asmodeus’s face, however.

“Is it really?” You grimace, thoroughly rattled. You look to Asmodeus in the mirror. He takes a deep breath and you mentally prepare yourself for the justification and excuses.

“Of course not,” Asmodeus laughs, his troubled demeanor shattering in an instant. You’re immediately hit with a wave of relief. “You should’ve seen the look on your face!”

“Very funny,” you frown.

“Darling, don’t frown too much- you’ll get wrinkles on that beautiful skin.” He chastises you. “Now, let’s see... I triple-checked to make sure these are all human-friendly, so you should be good to go!” There’s an apprehensive expression on the demon’s face and you shake your head at him.

“Go crazy, Asmo,” you say with a casual wave of your hand. The Avatar of Lust’s face lights up. He tilts his head, as if to question your sincerity. “It’s fine. Do whatever you want.” There’s a devilish grin on his face now. You roll your eyes fondly.

It’s nice to have time like this, you begin to realize. You feel as if you rarely get to spend time with Asmodeus on his own. The two of you talk about everything from your adjustment to the Devildom to Asmodeus’s rather amusing stories of his brothers. It’s nice to have someone to vent to about how annoying Lucifer’s tasks are, or how weird demon food tastes. You do a hell of a lot of venting but, thankfully, Asmodeus doesn’t seem annoyed by it. In fact, he’s a great listener.

Still, you begin to feel a bit self conscious about how much you’re talking about yourself. “Anyway. What’s on your mind?” Asmodeus frowns as he’s lining something under your eyes. He’s quiet for a moment as he continues, until he’s finished with the makeup. The Avatar of Lust takes a step back and evidently contemplates the question.

“I’m starting to think that people just pretend to like me because I’m decently attractive.” Holy shit, that came out of nowhere. You blink once, twice. It takes you a moment to process that statement, to determine if you actually heard it or if you just imagined it. There’s so much wrong with that claim... Not to mention, decently attractive is the biggest understatement you’ve ever heard.

“Are you alright?” You bite your lip at him and look at him in the mirror. Asmodeus smiles as he continues to busy himself with gathering supplies. The smile looks forced, almost painful. “You always seem so confident, but...”

“For most people, confidence is a front, a mask,” Asmodeus remarks lightly. The statement is vague enough, but there’s a hint of an uncharacteristic emotion in the demon’s expression. You take a slow breath in and try to decide what to say next.

“Is it a mask for you, too?” Asmodeus doesn’t say anything. You sigh. “That’s sad,” you whisper. You think back to all the times Asmodeus displayed boundless energy and limitless happiness, even in moments of stress and strife. You had thought him to be unaffected by things. It seems you were wrong.

“I didn’t realize it was that sad,” Asmodeus answers, blinking at you. You immediately feel guilty for saying so. You’re about to apologize when he interrupts you. “I’m just joking, darling.” His smile looks a bit more relaxed, but his shoulders are still tight with tension.

“I’m just surprised,” you admit. Asmodeus raises his eyebrows and gestures for you to continue speaking. You’re not even sure of what he’s doing to your face anymore. He tilts your chin up and you look up to the ceiling, trying to remember what you wanted to say. “You always seem like you have it all together.”

“Ha, well,” Asmodeus breaks off, momentarily pausing in the makeup application to glance at your face. You blink at him and he shakes his head, putting the item in his hand back on the counter. “Good to know I’m a skilled actor.”

That breaks your heart right in two. The thought of Asmodeus putting on a happy, confident face even when he’s suffering makes you want to cry. There’s a sudden burning feeling in your throat. Before you can quite recognize what you’re doing, you’re getting up from your chair. You turn around and throw your arms around the demon in a fit of spontaneity. Asmodeus stiffens and freezes, clearly not expecting the gesture.

“I think you’re pretty great,” you murmur, closing your eyes and hoping the demon’s unmoving stature speaks to his surprise, not fear. Asmodeus inhales sharply in a hitching breath that hits your neck. He lunges forward and wraps his arms around you. His grip is tight but reassuring. You tug him a little closer and the demon presses his face into your shoulder.

“Thank you,” Asmodeus whispers into the crook of your shoulder. His hands are shaking as they grasp the back of your shirt. It’s as if he’s afraid of letting you go, afraid of letting you slip away from him. You put a hand to the nape of his neck in what you hope to be a reassuring gesture.

For a long while, the two of you stay like that- embracing each other tightly. After an immeasurable amount of time, Asmodeus breaks away from you. You release your grip and let him take a small step backwards. Upon closer examination, it seems he was crying. There are tear stains on his cheeks and his lips are quivering.

“I’m sorry you have to see me like this,” Asmodeus murmurs, glancing askance. You shake your head at him immediately, wanting to disprove the assumption. Ironically, he looks just as pretty with glassy eyes and tear-stained cheeks as he does any time else. You have to take a moment to refocus.

“I’m not sorry,” you murmur, scratching at your arm for a moment before looking up at him once more. “We all just need to let it out, sometimes. It’s not healthy to keep everything bottled up.”

“I suppose,” Asmodeus remarks. The Avatar of Lust is clearly not convinced. You want to argue with him, but you know that Asmodeus can be extremely stubborn and headstrong on occasion. The demon looks rather uncomfortable now. “Shall we?” Asmodeus asks, gesturing back to the makeup booth. You want to ask him more questions, but he evidently wants to change the subject. You nod in response and let him lead you back to sit, rolling your eyes when he gently takes your hand as if you're a royal.

“I didn’t mess it up, did I?” You ask, looking at your face in the mirror. You hope you didn’t ruin all the work Asmodeus did.

“What a silly question,” Asmodeus shakes his head at you. “You didn’t mess anything up.” That second statement feels more weighty and all-encompassing. It feels as if he’s reassuring you for your actions earlier- for throwing your arms around him when the words wouldn’t come out right.

After a while, it seems Asmodeus is finished, as he clasp his hands together and grins widely. You try to take a look at yourself in the mirror, but he is quick to block your view with his hands.

“Can I look now?” You ask nicely, refusing to admit that the anticipation is starting to get to you. You try to push Asmodeus’s hands away, but he doesn’t budge. He lets out a chuckle at your effort.

“Hm... nope,” the demon responds. You can’t see the expression on his face, but you can assume he’s smiling mischievously. “What’s the magic word?” Sure enough, his next words are spoken with amusement.

“Please?” You ask uncertainly. “That wasn’t it,” the demon sighs. “But I’m nothing if not charitable.” Asmodeus dramatically removes his hands from where they’re hovering over your face. You look at yourself in the mirror, surprised to find that you look almost exactly the same. You squint at your reflection and lean a little closer.

“Um, I can’t really see it...” You admit with a grimace, waiting for Asmodeus to berate you for not knowing the difference. The demon blinks at you a few times, confused. Maybe your human eyes aren’t able to see it?

“You thought it was makeup,” Asmodeus states aloud, before you can begin to ask something else. The demon shakes his head in disbelief. “Oh, sweetheart, you don’t need makeup! Although, I am a sucker for a good winged eyeliner.... I just used some skincare products. We can save makeup for another time.” The demon’s eyes light up with excitement at that last statement.

“Oh,” you respond, bringing a hand up to your cheek. Sure enough, the skin is surprisingly soft. You look in the mirror once more, only to realize that any blemishes are entirely gone. Your skin looks incredibly smooth. “Thanks, Asmo.” You smile at him.

“Of course!” Asmodeus is quick to respond. He looks pleased with himself, as he looks at your reflection in the mirror. His gaze feels particularly intense and heated, and you avert your eyes with the sudden pressure of it. “This was terribly fun; we should do it again some time.”

“Definitely,” you nod in agreement. Of course, your DDD chooses to ping at that very moment. You pull it out of your pocket and open it up, only to find a message from Lucifer. You read through it, realizing that he’s requesting your presence. You glance up at Asmodeus, only to find that he’s smiling softly at you.

“Duty calls, hm?” He asks. You nod regretfully. Asmodeus’s smile flickers for a fraction of a second. You think you see disappointment etched into his features but, the moment you recognize it, the expression is gone. Asmodeus smiles once more. “I wish I could keep you here forever, but alas, you have things to do- and I do, too!”

“Thanks again, Asmo,” you say as he leads you through his room and to the door. The demon has a hand on your shoulder and his grip is reassuring. “This was really fun.” Asmodeus squeezes your shoulder.

Asmodeus’s room is rather big and it takes you a moment to get your bearings. After a few moments, you find the ornate wooden door that evidently leads to the hallway. You walk along towards the exit. Asmodeus beats you to the door and he opens it for you, to which you roll your eyes at him affectionately. You walk past him and take a step into the hallway. Just as you’re about to turn to walk away, his voice reaches your ears.

“Wait,” Asmodeus suddenly says. You freeze and turn back around to face the demon. The Avatar of Lust looks uncharacteristically nervous, as he fidgets from his position in the doorway. You frown at him, confused as to where this sudden anxiety is coming from. Asmodeus takes a step forward and then another, until you’re practically standing chest to chest. “A kiss for the road!”

“What-?” The demon’s hands come up to bracket your cheeks. Asmodeus kisses you, quick as lightning, before backing away with a sheepish grin on his face. He sends you a cheeky wave and shuts the door.

You’re left staring at his closed bedroom door in disbelief. Your lips are tingling and you can still feel the phantom of his touch on your skin. Your mind is reeling as you replay the entire interaction you had with him- the brutal honesty and the devastating confessions. Shaking your head, you begin to walk down the hallway. Asmodeus is somewhat of an enigma, but today helped you to understand him a bit better.

author’s note: oohohohoohhhh this broke me to write. just thinking about all the unexplored potential with asmodeus’s character.... how he’s always depicted as this cocky playboy but in reality he's insecure and unsure of himself.... sigh...... listening to my sad playlist while writing this was absolutely the wrong decision...

“I think you’re pretty great,” is actually a Steven Universe reference. Steven says the exact same thing to Pearl, after her emotional breakdown regarding Rose’s death and her own self worth.

I genuinely can’t remember if Asmo canonically likes makeup or if that’s just something I made up... Lol. Whatever. I think it fits him pretty well.

#obey me #obey me x gn reader #obey me x male reader #gn reader #x gn reader #male reader #x male reader #asmodeus x gn reader #asmodeus x male reader #asmodeus x reader #obey me x reader

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satansreadingglasses · 2 years

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Obey Me! Brothers x GN!Plus size reader headcanons (pt 2)

Here’s part 2! Gosh this took forever, but here it is! NSFW and SFW headcanons for Satan, Asmo, Beel and Belphie.

Satan

SFW

He doesn’t like you at first

But it’s not your fault at all

He just doesn’t like new people, especially not in his house

But after what feels like forever, he finally warms up to you and is head over heels

He loves everything about you

From the way your body jiggles when you walk to the way your face lights up when you smile at him

He’s crazy for you

After the two of you are dating, he’s not afraid to show it at all

He’ll lay on you when he’s reading, and when you’re reading he lets you do the same

If you don’t like to read, he doesn’t care

He’d love to have your soft cheeks on his thighs while he reads aloud

NSFW

He likes it when you let him squeeze you

He just likes to have you in his hands

And seeing the look on your face if he squeezes a little too hard makes him get all hot and bothered

He’d one hundred percent love to tie you up and just watch you squirm

The way the rope would dig into your soft flesh

The way you would wiggle and plead for him to touch you

He hates how much he would love to see you cry

Asmodeus

SFW

From the moment he met you he thought you were so pretty and handsome and gorgeous and amazing

He loves your taste in fashion

The two of you became friends instantly, and for the first few weeks it was just that

But then he started to think about how amazing you really were

How nice and soft your thighs were, how sweet your personality was, how much you cared about him

He felt so good around you

And after what felt like forever, he properly confessed

Even if he’s the avatar of lust, falling in love was still so hard for him to think about

But once he does confess, he never regrets it

He showers you in gifts and compliments and kisses constantly

He buys you two matching outfits and can always be seen with you

NSFW

But being the avatar of lust, there's lots of fun in your relationship

If you ever think you’re not good enough for someone like him, or think that he doesn’t find you insanely sexy, he’ll prove you wrong

He’d be so vocal about how great you look during sex

And about how much he loves you and only you

He’d try any and everything with you

He’d love slapping your ass in public, or whispering something dirty and then walking away

Anything to see you get all worked up

Beelzebub

SFW

Love at first sight much?

He immediately goes to Asmo for advice

Like, the night of you two meeting he calls up Asmo

Asmo tells him to man up and ask you out, which he does

Poor sweet big boy is a mess when he goes to ask you out

He’s so happy when you say yes though

He makes sure you know how much he loves you, everytime he greets you he gives you a kiss, and everytime he leaves you he gives you a bear hug and whispers how much he loves you

Though he has to be dragged away from you afterwards

You’ve gone to the gym with him a few times too, whether it was just to cheer him on or workout with him, he loves having you there with him

He loves everything about you, you’re soft tummy, your chubby legs and arms, and your adorable squishy face, he loves it all

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He insists on you being on top so he doesn’t crush you, he still sees you as a small, delicate angel

He doesn’t want to hurt you, plus seeing you bounce on him and struggle to take him all is totally worth it

You can’t hide your face if you’re on top of him, and he loves it

He’s always holding your hips or ass

If you thought he was vocal about loving you before, get ready to hear him in bed

This man goes feral, whining and groaning and yelling about how much he loves you and how good you feel around him and how perfect you are and how you were made just for him

Belphegor

SFW

He uses you as a pillow

I’m not even joking, he will make you lay down on the bed and just sleep on you

His position varies too, whether he’s completely on top of you, or just has his head on you

His fav places are sleeping on top of you, laying with his head between your thighs, and laying with his head on your stomach

He loves how squishy you are, he gets mad whenever you make him use a normal pillow

Ever since he first starting sleeping on you, his old pillows are an annoyance

He love love loves when you sleep in his bed

Even if you take up all the space, he finds a way to cuddle up next to you and pass out

If you sleep starfish, he just flings himself onto you and is asleep in seconds

If you sleep in the corner of the bed, he gets super close and buries his face in you

Like Beel, he fell head over heels for you when he met you

He loved everything about you

You were so sweet to him, and you let him complain about Lucifer

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He, like Satan, would probably end up tying you up at some point

He’d just tie up your hands and maybe your legs, then just tease you for hours

He’d love to degrade you, telling you what a cute slut you are for him

Belphie would constantly have dreams about you, most of the times he’d wake up hard and start to rub up against you to help him

But if you weren’t there, he’d totally just grab a pillow and pretend it was you

Then he’d go up to your room and complain about how you weren’t there to help him get off

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xnchxntmxnt · 2 years

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hi hi vic! may i suggest some headcanons of asmo and (gn)mc decorating some cupcakes with fancy designs??

no pronouns used. food mention. maybe some cursing

this is perfect timing its mammons bday when I'm writing this so.

asmo might be the best person to decorate cupcakes with

since the seven of you from the house of lamentation decided to throw mammon a surprise party, asmo had been obsessed with the decorating part

so you decided to indulge him and tag along when you had time away from keeping mammon distracted from any planning

but really he's perfect

he's not going to eat all the food and he's picky enough to make them pretty

took a little convincing to not make them pink, but he conceded on that eventually

he's so cute guys

expect a little frosting on ur nose at some point

expect him to try to toss a gummy bear in your mouth

expect to be dancing to lizzo or MARINA while you realize you're getting your aprons covered in powdered sugar, icing, and a bunch of other miscellaneous cupcake-decorating-crap

he loves dancing with you. thinks it romantic in general but will go out of his way to do something cute like tickle you or something while you're dancing and waiting for the cupcakes to set

he sticks his tongue out when he's focused and he has the smallest tipped piping bag you've ever seen to ensure perfect lines

it's hard to work on your own things when its so much fun watching him

#//ᴏʀɪɢɴᴀʟ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ #//ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ #//ɪɴʙᴏx #asmodeus x gn reader #asmodeus #asmodeus x male reader #asmodeus obey me #obey me asmodeus #asmodeus x reader #asmo x reader #asmo x gn reader #asmo obey me x reader #asmodeus obey me x gn reader #asmo obey me x gn reader #asmodeus obey me x reader #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #obey me x gn reader

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another-lost-mc · 4 months

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Okay but what if, before MC is taken to the future by nightbringer, they had a big fight with the brothers?

Like, they fought about something and said something along the lines 'go away' ' I don't want to see you', but then, when you don't return they start feeling guilty.

At first they'll think you're angry and don't want to talk with them, but when time passes and you don't return they start to get so worried, looking everywhere for you, regretting that the, possibly, last words they said to you were harsh confrontation.

The angst potential 😭😭 how do you think each of the bros would react?

😈🍬 anon

a/n: well, nightbringer sure is a blessing for angst fans.

the worst goodbye | the demon brothers

2.8k words | gn!reader | sfw | angst

cw: mentions of lesson 16 in belphie's part.

Lucifer goes to his office and pretends that he's not angry. He attempts to distract himself with paperwork, but all he does is read the same paragraph a few times over and over again before he throws the page down with a huff. He taps his pen against his desk while he sifts through the emotions clouding his mind. All he felt earlier was wounded pride—that's why he scolded you with more force than necessary, speaking with his cruel, barbed tongue but regretting it just as quickly. He admires and loathes your feisty temper. You're his stubborn, brave little human that stands up to him when most demons wouldn't dare to try.

He plans his apology like a mantra and goes to your room; he knows if he's sincere, you'll give him a chance to make things right. You don't answer your door when he knocks, and he peeks his head inside to confirm that you're not there. He sends you a message with his D.D.D. and shuffles awkwardly in the hallway while he waits for a reply. He asks in the family group chat, but no one's seen you recently and he ignores the initial tendrils of icy fear that make his chest feel tight. Surely you wouldn't have stormed off in a sulk? But he checks the rest of the house and his brothers realize slowly that something is wrong—you wouldn't just leave. Lucifer searches for you himself, around the House of Lamentation and all around the Devildom, searching for anyone that might've seen you, or any hint of where you've gone. But in the early twilight hours, he pours a glass of Demonus that remains untouched while he stares absently into the fire of his private study. His heart freezes over in your absence. Your warmth thawed his icy demeanor, and the roaring fire crackling nearby can't stop the chills that wrack through him when he tells himself that you're gone and he has no one to blame but himself.

You rarely fight with Mammon these days, but when you do, it spirals out of control. He spits out scathing remarks about how he's sick of you trying to pry your nose into his business because he hates admitting that you're right. You try so desperately not to yell (or cry, or both) when you plead with him to forget about whatever risky scheme he's got planned. It's not worth risking Lucifer's wrath and whatever punishment lies in store when Mammon's plan inevitably fails to his own detriment. He stalks away and ignores the sound of your voice cracking in pain when you call his name one last time—and maybe if he were less incensed, he would stop and turn around and apologize. But today he feels particularly stubborn and he doesn't look back. He fully intends on leaping in his car and driving off into the night to burn off some steam, but he slumps against his bedroom door with his head in his hands and tries to remember why he was so angry with you to begin with. He can't pinpoint the reason and he knows you only have his best intentions at heart.

It feels like hours later when he ends up outside your door, head down and tail tucked firmly between his legs. He shouts through the wood when you don't answer and he swears he didn't mean it, that he'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you. You're too patient and kind and loving for your own good, and he tempts fate every time he takes your forgiveness for granted. He opens the door and scratches his head in confusion when he realizes you're not there. He spots one of his brothers at the end of the hall, and his confusion sours into something ashy on his tongue when he asks him where you are. I haven't seen them—we all thought they were with you!

Leviathan plays his game, tapping the buttons on his handheld with more force than necessary, as simmering anger from your fight earlier darkens his mood. He didn't mean to forget about your lunch date, so why did you get so mad? Maybe calling you a worse nag than Lucifer was over the top, but he planned on making it up to you later! He gets lost in his thoughts and plays his game until he realizes it's been a couple hours and his D.D.D. has been surprisingly silent. Sometimes you message him and invite him to talk things out in your room once you've both had time to calm down. He has no idea what it means that you've ignored him all this time and when he tries to message you first, they go unanswered. He shuffles to your room guiltily and hopes you'll be willing to talk face-to-face. It's almost dinner time, and maybe if you're feeling up to it, he can take you out for dinner. He even canceled his raid tonight so he can spend the evening curled with you on the sofa watching movies instead.

He doesn't expect to hear a commotion as he walks down the stairs to the first floor, and his brothers are crowded outside your room in various states of panic. Lucifer sees him and rushes to explain what's going on, but the words turn to radio static in Levi's head. He doesn't even notice that he drops his D.D.D. and it clatters to the ground, cracking the corner of the plastic case you gave him as a present not too long ago. Instead of cuddling with you on the sofa that night, he curls around his body pillow in the tub, his tail twitching noisily against the porcelain while he buries his head and deafens his whimpers in the tear-stained cotton. Come back, come back, please come back—

When the rage subsides, Satan glances wearily around his room and the terrible mess he's made. Some of his favourite books are ripped and torn to shreds across the floor, but the sight hurts less than the memory of your heartbroken face crumpling in pain as you fought back tears. He's done many terrible things in his life he's not proud of, but insinuating you don't care about him might be the lowest blow he could use during a fight. You've only wanted what's best for him, and you try so hard to show the world that he's more than the violent, angry creature that lurks deep inside him.

If only the world could see you the way I do.

Regret quickens his steps and he leaves the broken chaos in his room to find you because he shouldn't have even let you go. Why did it take him so long to apologize? He doesn't deserve it, but if you'll only give him a chance, he swears to himself he'll make it up to you. He hastily wipes away the tears pooling in the corner of his eyes when he notices his brothers lingering outside your room. They're too distraught to notice the sharp bite in his words when he demands to know what's going on and where you are. Nothing they say makes any sense—you wouldn't just leave, right? He’s the first to tear through the house in a panic to find you, ignoring his brothers’ nervous pleas for him to calm down. You're nowhere to be found and eventually he returns to his room in a trance. No one knows how long he stands there, trembling with regret and shame and fury that someone or something dared take you away from him. All his brothers know, judging by the noise echoing through the halls, is that his room is nearly destroyed as he unleashed his heartbreak in a maelstrom of destructive rage.

Asmodeus takes another selfie and posts it on Devilgram. He hopes the notification will pop up on your D.D.D. and you'll see him having the time of his life at The Fall. He wants you to see it—he hopes it fills you with regret for arguing with him earlier. He doesn't fight with you often, but your tongues are both sharp and laced with venom when you do face off against each other. He enjoyed the anxious gleam in your eye when he backed you into a wall and leaned down so you were nearly nose-to-nose, the sweet scent of his lip gloss lingering in the gap between you while he cooed about how pathetic you looked. But that was almost an hour ago, and he can only pretend for so long that he doesn't regret leaving you stunned and hurt in the front hall when he waltzed out the door and slammed it behind him. The pounding music can't drown out the wicked things he said to you, and the crowd can't distract him from your absence that weighs heavily in his heart. There are many demons nearby who'd kill for his attention, but he knows deep down that the only hands he wants roaming over his body are yours.

It's not long after that he pushes his way out of the club and into the cool night air, but he still hasn't heard from you. Surely you've seen his Devilgram posts by now? You're smart enough to recognize his desperate ploys for attention. Your attention. Are you ignoring him on purpose? Maybe he deserves it, but he's anxious to talk to you and sends you a message on his walk home anyway. Message could not be delivered. The red text pops up on his screen, and he frowns and tries again. Message could not be delivered. He quickens his pace as he taps your contact name and calls you instead. Is there something wrong with your D.D.D.? "The number you have dialed is not in service."

He breaks into a run until the House of Lamentation peeks into view ahead. He bursts through the door and ignores Lucifer's angry shouts behind him as he rushes down the hall to your room, but all he sees is one of your favourite club outfits laid out on your bed, as if you were getting ready to come see him after all. Where are you? His brothers hover behind him and he borrows one of their phones so he can try calling you again. He tells himself that it must be a problem with his D.D.D. because no other explanation makes sense. "The number you have dialed is—" Asmo whimpers pitifully while he listens to the robotic voice drone on speaker for everyone to hear, and his brothers finally realize that something is wrong and split up to search for you. He chokes out your name and slumps onto your bed, inhaling your familiar scent when he holds your shirt, one that he bought you, to his face and sobs. He can hear his brothers' heavy footfalls throughout the house while they look for you, but deep down, he already knows you're gone.

Beel glances at the stands and wipes sweat and dirt from his brow. He can spot his brothers easily enough—it's hard to miss them, with the way Asmo's waving the glittery handmade sign with his name in bold pink lettering—but he doesn't see you. There's an empty space between Mammon and Levi where you normally sit, and they've kept it free for when—if—you show up. You've never missed one of his games, not ever. Maybe the argument earlier upset you more than he realized. He knows you don't normally eat his food on purpose. He knows you meant it when you sputtered apologies when you realized your mistake. He knows how hurt you were when he shouted at you in a hungry rage. The rest of the game passes by in a blur. He moves on autopilot, his mood growing more and more despondent each time he checks the crowd and realizes you're still not there. He barely recognizes his team's happy cheers when the game ends in victory. He has a quick shower and makes his excuses to his teammates because he already has plans for dinner tonight, with you, hopefully. He stops by Hell's Kitchen and picks up your favourite takeaway order and heads home. It's a peace offering, one of many apologies he owes you.

By the time he knocks on your door, he's eager to see you. Silence. He knocks again and waits, and he hesitantly pushes the door open when his greeting goes unanswered. You're not in your room, and after a quick search of the house, he realizes you're not anywhere. He visits your room over and over again as if you'll finally pop out and tell him you were just teasing him, because you wouldn't ever leave him on purpose, right? His name on a handmade sign on your bed, and one of his old jerseys he gave you, are all that you left behind and he wonders if he would've been able to stop you leaving had he come home to you sooner. (Your takeaway dinner remains uneaten in the fridge in case you come back, and Beel refuses to eat it himself or let anyone else eat it either. One of his brothers has to throw it away when it eventually turns rancid—Beel can't bring himself to do it, because it means admitting you may never come back.)

Belphie doesn't like sleeping alone. Most nights if he sleeps alone, it's by choice—his choice. Tonight should've ended like most nights do: with the both of you sharing the bed in the attic. He sleeps better when you're close. You're a warm weight curled against him, and the smell of your shampoo and your minty breath are small comforts when he has bad dreams. Sometimes he wakes up in a panic, his shirt damp with cold sweat, and he listens for your quiet snores, proof that you're alive, that the nightmare of your windpipe crushed in his deadly grip isn't real. Belphie sleeps in the attic alone tonight because you decided you needed space. It's petty revenge for earlier when he woke up from a nap in a foul mood and snapped at you in his frustration. He fluffs his pillow and his bottom lip juts out in a pout. He can't get comfortable and it's your fault. The house grows quiet as his brothers retire to their rooms and fall asleep, and Belphie senses when you finally drift off to sleep too. If he wakes up before you tomorrow, he'll crawl into your bed and hope that you'll be more receptive to his apology when you wake up.

It takes longer than usual but he finally falls asleep and feels content. Even when he's unconscious, he instinctively reaches for your presence and it calms him. Your dreamscape is like a little pond, and he watches from his own nearby shore as your thoughts pass by in a blur, like slick oil paintings skimming over a watery surface. He doesn't like to intrude on your dreams if he can help it—he only interferes when he senses them slipping into nightmares instead. He tells himself it's not selfish to erase them for you, but the truth is that he's not sure he can stomach seeing his own face reflected in your dreams anymore, not with its wicked sneer and bloodstained teeth. He's not sure he forgives himself for what he did to you, and he wonders if you've truly forgiven him too.

Something odd in your dreamscape shifts suddenly and it catches Belphie's attention. The images in your subconscious grow murky and twisted, like they're being sucked down into some unseen void. Your presence is like sand falling through his fingertips, and it's harder and harder for him to feel you. He reaches out to your mind to wake you up because he doesn't know what's wrong, but something about this scares him. He jolts awake in the attic, chest heaving with the final memory of something snapping in his mind, like the cord that tethered you to him was suddenly cut. Eventually his brothers get up too and he can hear the commotion coming from down the stairs. He makes his way to your room in a trance before they can come find him. He already knows what his brothers are struggling to understand, the truth that no one can explain. You're gone somewhere far away, impossibly out of his reach, and he dreads falling asleep and feeling the void your absence left behind.

Sleep evades him until he forces himself to try and rest, and he finds himself in your bed instead of his own. He curls himself around your pillow underneath your sheets, clinging to the last whiffs of your scent, and he hopes you'll wake him up and tell him this was nothing but a bad dream. (Your scent fades away long before the nightmare ends, and he stops sleeping in your room after that.)

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luxthestrange · 7 months

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Incorrect quotes#908 Sacrifice...

Mam, Satan, Asmo, and You sneaking back into the house after going to a club you were supposed to be back ...3 hours ago

Mam*Sees Lucifer is awake in the library and can see him from the outside*... We need a diversion. I say Asmo gets sleepwalking naked again

Asmo: No.

Mc: I could get naked

The brothers*Knowing what Lucifer will do if he sees you naked* NO!!!

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strawberry-cowmilk · 6 months

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playing with the brothers' hair

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

content warnings: none

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Lucifer

it's only allowed in his room or office when he's absolutely 100% sure nobody can walk in on him getting his hair played with by you, especially his brothers

you can tell he loves it, he just won't admit it plus he denies it

like come on lucifer sir you're literally closing your eyes and leaning into the touch

bring that up and no more playing with his hair for a week though

Mammon

he's like 'sure if you absolutely want to you can play with my hair, totally not because I want it, no way'

when you play with his hair he's so happy, and after you're done he's in a very good mood

like levi was surprised when mammon actually passed him the salt at dinner

mammon lets you try to do silly hairstyles on him, he shows you a picture on his ddd and asks if you'd like to recreate it

Leviathan

he is very surprised of course, and when he lets you he jumps away after one stroke

but he comes back just as quickly, blushing he asks if you could gently run your fingers through his hair

not only do you play with levi's natural hair, but he lets you style his cosplay wigs as well (while he's wearing them)

anyways, you playing with his hair really calms him down after losing a game or watching a sad show

Satan

he thinks it could be a nice bonding moment to let you play with his hair while he reads

maybe he can even read to you

his hair is surprisingly soft too meanwhile all he uses to take care of it is water and shampoo

satan really loves it too but he's kind of casual about it, he calmly asks if you could play with his hair whenever you're alone

one time he actually fell asleep while you were doing it

Asmodeus

he's been waiting for this moment

he pulls out his collection of products and accessories and lets you do whatever you want to his hair

as long as you're not making him look silly on purpose it's all okay

if you don't want to use products but just want to feel his hair that's okay too of course

but he loved it a little too much, so now you have to do it every day

Beelzebub

of course he lets you play with his hair

the first time you did it he was eating a pizza, you know he loved the feeling of you playing with his hair when he actually put the pizza away to smile at you and tell you he is loving this a lot

now beel asks you to do it after his visit to the gym (after he showered of course)

it really helps him relax after his intense workouts

Belphegor

he's very happy on the inside when you ask him, but he just says 'sure go ahead'

just make sure his hair doesn't get too tangled because he thinks it's a pain to brush everything out later

after literally one minute he fell asleep, that's how much he was enjoying it

now every time before he wants to nap and you're around, he gives you that kind of look you know means 'come play with my hair please'

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me scenarios #obey me swd #obey me imagines #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #asmodeus obey me #beelzebub obey me #belphegor obey me #gn!mc #obey me fluff

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slutifer · 4 days

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Solomon: mc isn’t feeling well, so how ‘bout i take over their cooking duty tonight?

Lucifer: is that a fuckin’ threat

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hyperfixat · 1 year

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What they call you! Obey Me! Brothers.

I have fics lined up and just wanted to share names that I think they’d use on their lover!!!

Lucifer

- little one, little love.

i dont have much reasoning behind it. i like it. you’re human, tiny, idk.

Mammon

- doll, babydoll

seems rigjt idk.

- treasure

yeah yeah cliche idc

Levi

Fucking weeb!!

- gamer.

probably in an ironic way like ‘are you ready gamer 🤓’

- your name.

idk idk idk

Satan

- love.

Romantic woah.

- darling

Again. Tbh anything classic.

Asmodeus

- doll. babydoll.

- baby, babygirl, babyboy

- cutie

no reasoning here!

Beel

- sweetheart

Sweet, food eg theres connection

- your name

straight forawrd

Belphie

- pillow, blanket

as a joke

- babe, baby

Sleepy belphie looking for you :( “babe?” Awhhhhh i love him TT

#obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me brothers x reader #obey me lucifer x you #mammon obey me #tags suck #obey me leviathan x reader #obey me mammon x reader #obey me satan x reader #asmodeus x gn reader #beel #obey me beelzebub x reader #belphagor #belphegor x reader #ragh

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leviathism · 2 years

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heyy can i request cuddles with asmo or just like falling asleep together ? i liked how u wrote asmo in that other thing where all of the brothers were sleeping in mc's room

asmodeus x gender neutral reader

“I am exhausted,” Asmodeus sighed out, collapsing into your body. You let out a surprised noise, jolting awake from your dozing state.

You had been sitting peacefully in his hanging chair to wait for him to come out of his bathroom. You had not been expecting his full weight to drop onto your suddenly.

You shifted, trying to get comfortable while he held all his nighttime skincare routine bottles in his arms. “You’re not done yet?”

“No,” Asmodeus groaned, leaning into you. He begrudgingly opened a bottle and squirted some lotion onto his hands. He halfheartedly started to rub it into his face, eyes slipping closed. “Sometimes I wish I wasn’t so beautiful and famous. I wouldn’t have to keep doing this stuff every single night.”

You laughed, leaning into his back. You picked up his bottles, moving them off his lap and onto the small leftover space on the side of the chair. “I can do it for you.”

“Really? Thank you, hon, you’re a lifesaver.” He fully relaxed into you, humming as you started to rub the first serum onto his face. You had watched him do his routine countless times before so you knew what you were doing.

After you did each step, you’d gently toss the bottle onto the pink carpet. His hold on you was gradually getting looser and looser the longer you spent on his face. He was getting more tired.

You finally threw the last bottle onto the ground and leaned back, smiling when Asmodeus’ eyes fluttered open.

“You’re done?” His head immediately went under your chin as if he had been waiting the whole time to do just that. He tugged your now free arm to hug around his waist, and you could almost feel the satisfaction radiating off of him.

“Yeah…” you said softly, squinting your eyes at his blurry dresser across the room to try and see the clock. You were ready to pass out. “Are we not going to your bed?”

Asmodeus grunted, tightening his hold on you. “That seems like quite the trek, doesn’t it? Let’s just stay here.”

You liked that idea. You probably wouldn’t like it in the morning due to a sore neck and numb legs due to your blood flow getting cut off.

But with Asmodeus falling asleep against you, you thought it would be worth it.

#obey me x reader #obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me x you #obey me fluff #obey me x gn!mc #obey me x gn!reader #obey me x y/n #obey me #asmodeus x reader #asmodeus x you #asmodeus x mc #asmodeus x y/n #asmodeus x gender neutral reader #asmodeus x gn reader #asmodeus fluff

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princessasmosprincess · 6 months

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That Bubbly Feeling

Summary: “You know, they say tea can be a powerful tool of divination...”

Pairing: Asmo x GN Reader/MC

Genre: Drabble, fluff.

Warnings: None.

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Asmo leaned over your shoulder as he poured tea into the delicate china teacup in front of you. He watched the amber liquid swirl, a flurry of tiny bubbles collecting on its shimmering surface. He gave a satisfied smile.

“You know, they say tea can be a powerful tool of divination,” Asmo sat down to pour his own cup.

“Really?” You asked.

“Mhmm, each one of those little bubbles on the edge of your cup is a kiss in your future.” He blew you a kiss, winking, “That’s one.”

You peered into your cup at the bubbles floating on your tea, your cheeks warming. There were so many!

“Nah, that ain't what I heard,” said Mammon as he swiped a scone from the serving tray, “I heard each bubble represents a Grimm that's comin’ your way, and it's only the ones in the center of the cup.”

Satan didn't look up from his book, “Bubbles on the surface of tea are the result of hot water coming in contact with the proteins in the tea leaves, an easily explained chemical reaction,” He turned a page, “Besides, everyone knows the most accurate form of tasseography is tea leaf reading.”

“Yeah, well what about…”

“Ugh, how unromantic,” Asmo sniffed, scooting his chair closer to you. “Don’t listen to them, MC.”

As you watched on, amused as the second and fourth brothers’ argument unfolded, Asmo carefully counted the bubbles in your teacup.

He would be sure to make your future come true later. One kiss for every single bubble.

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Cross-posted on AO3

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tears0fsatan · 6 months

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♰ ・ 𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓!

✦ ⊹ ˚˖ warnings... suggestive! below sixteen, ageless blogs and fem aligned do not interact, dead dove do not eat, implied m!reader, vampire!asmodeus, gore, cannibalism question mark (he's a vampire does it really count as cannibalism), blood, mild dub con

:¨·.·¨ ♥︎ a.n... welcome to the start of my horror mini series! kicking it off with something that has had me gripping the bars of my enclosure like the animal i am! i loveee unsettling asmo and cannibalism as a metaphor for devotion and so why not combine the two am i right (can u believe that all the dialogue in this actually came from the game.. they should make asmo deranged more often)

#﹏𖣠 ㅤ HEART SHAPED HICKIES MASTERLIST ㅤ. . . ㅤ !! ( ☠️ )

the moments leading up to the cute, pink-haired vampire making himself comfortable on your lap while your body remained frozen still were a blur. all you could remember was a soft, coquettish mumble asking for your help before a dizzying embrace and the current predicament you found yourself in.

"hehe," asmodeus giggled breathlessly, looking up at you with wet puppy eyes you never realised looked so sinister up until that very moment, "i need you to help me satiate my hunger." time felt as though it came to a halt, the haunting words ringing in your head as your mind ran wild.

perhaps asmodeus could see the fear swimming in your eyes for he let out another sweet giggle which, under different circumstances, you would've found charming, but all it did now was send a shiver down your spine. a strange shine flashed in his eyes, the kind of gleam he usually got whenever he got excited over a new plaything, only in this instance, you had become his new object of interest.

"i want your blood so bad i can't stand it! you're the only one who can do anything about that!" the vampire whined, putting on that faux, innocent tone you had grown used to. "your skin is so tender, so fragile… like this spot here," his fingers brushed against the crook of your neck, the feather light touch leaving goosebumps in their wake, "it's so soft and supple." the words came out in the form of a whisper, masking the horrifying meaning behind an intimate and gentle front.

"if i were to sink my teeth into it, i wonder what sort of noises you'd make…?" there was a heavy implication beneath the teasing question, though whether asmodeus was hinting towards something obscene or something dangerous was unknown to you.

"hehe, if I get overexcited and take so much of your blood that it kills you, sorry in advance, okay?" he giggled before bending forward with practiced grace to bite into the junction of your neck and shoulder, accurately landing directly on your jugular vein. the hollow words offered you no comfort, much less the teasing hilt the sentence ended on.

then before you knew it, he was there, nestled on your lap with his pouty lips attached to your neck where he ate his fill, hands gripping your shoulders like they were a vice and the only thing keeping him grounded with you. the only noise in the room that could be heard was the loud slurping from the vampire, fervently suckling on your neck like a starved man, not letting even a single drop of your blood slip past.

you tasted so sweet, better than any other prey he had caught before and he craved more. asmodeus's eyes often wandered to your chest, staring intently at the flesh that came between him and your beating heart. he wondered how your heart would taste, freshly ripped out from your warm body, if the lump of muscle would continue to beat even when harshly taken out of it's home. he daydreamed about how the thick, warm, saccharine blood would feel sliding down his throat, sucking you dry of every ounce of life.

the blood that very heart of yours produced had been the most addictive thing he'd ever tried, and the vampire had been alive long enough to try out all sorts of things. from the very moment he walked by you and caught a whiff of your heavenly scent, he knew he had found his new plaything for the meantime. there was something different about you, something that set you apart from the other humans he had hunted and consumed.

he couldn't get enough of you, pliant in his hold and yet the heat in your gaze slowly shifting from fear to defiance. it was all so adorable to the vampire, no matter how hard you tried to fight against his magic, it was inevitable. it was refreshing so see someone attempt to fight against his magic rather than accept their fate. the thought of that alone was enough to have asmodeus shuddering in response, his hips subconsciously rolled against your thigh. hell, he wanted nothing more than to rip you apart, to savour the taste of your flesh on his tongue like you were the main course at some lavish restaurant, made and served all for him.

he wanted to scavenge through your organs, find out which part of you tasted the best and what tasted the worst, if it were possible. asmodeus was thoroughly convinced no part of you could taste bad, be it finger or liver.

he detached himself from your neck with a loud 'pop!' and sat up to face you, shifting his hips backwards ever so slightly so he could get a better look at your face. though he did his best to not let any blood slip by, he was unable to stop the blood from coating the lower half of his face.

an unsettling grin took over his face, his bloody mouth on full display for you to see. a couple small drops of blood trickled down from his fangs, the rest of his teeth coated in a light sheen of blood, which only served to make asmodeus look all the more unnerving. the vampire usually emitted a radiating beauty that often left people speechless and questioning whether he was really a human or not, had it not been for his pupils that turned into slits and his irises that had a faint glow, reminding you all too well that the person sitting on your lap was far from human.

a groan escaped your mouth as your surroundings began to spin, the sound of your heart pumping excessively to replenish the blood you had forcibly stolen for you echoed in your ears and only served to make you feel dizzier. it took all your strength to keep your eyes open, to watch his long tongue flicked out of his mouth to lap up the surrounding blood. it was far more erotic than it should've been, the flush covering his face, the satisfied smirk on his lips, the half lidded eyes watching your every movement as though he was bewitched by you, it all didn't help the growing problem in your nether regions.

it was shameful really, how you felt turned on from the very monster who feasted on you like you were nothing more than an insignificant being. what was even more shameful and concerning was the fact that you didn't care as much as you should have.

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Hi! Sorry I haven’t been writing lately! Hopes this makes up for it!

Gn reader, Nightbringer timeframe so you are their attendant, uhhh a bit dark with some of them (Levi, Satan, Twins)

How you show the brothers you care about them even if they don’t remember you.

Lucifer

Though he stays in his room all the time, he does get up to do his daily things outside.

That being said, those days were rare when you could only hear the same album and small hics coming from his room

You remember the album from your time frame, he told you once

You were drinking tea with him and he told you how it was Lilith’s favorite album to play when she was happy

It hurt to see him not go to the table and eat.

So once Beel is out of sight in the kitchen, you go inside, make a plate of dinner and fill up a cup of hot tea for him

You knock twice on the door and set the food down next to the door, covered with foil and sticky note that says

“Lucifer, you should eat more. -[MC]”

You know he’s there when you come back to sweep the hallways and see an empty plate with a cup on top.

You only take the dishes in silent content and wash them in the kitchen.

Happy knowing that Lucifer at least ate.

Lucifer, in his room is working diligently on paperwork. He doesn’t need an…attendant to take care of him.

He’s capable damn it!

He can’t say he’s not capable. His pride doesn’t allow him. To be weak. To ask for help. To apologize.

His pride…has hurt his brothers. Has hurt them so many times. It’s best if he just stays inside and not hurt anyone.

He can’t let them suffer from his problems anymore, that’s how they ended up here.

He hears footsteps outside and is alert instantly, wondering if his brothers need something or if they’re asking for him to eat dinner with them or if they’re complaining about what so ever

But when he hears a gentle clink on the floor outside his room and the footsteps retreating, he knows that it’s you.

Lucifer waits for the footsteps to no longer be heard before he cracks open the door and sees a plate and a glass. He picks them up and locks the door again.

He sees the small sticky note on it and somehow in his cold and closed off heart, his heart warms at the note

He brushes it off before eating and drinking the entire thing, leaving it outside the door where it was previously in a pristine manner.

Now even if you are just an attendant, he won’t try to make your job harder than it is.

Somehow a part of him calls out to him that he just cares about you.

Mammon

His obsession with greed and Grimm has turned up to the max when he got turned into a demon

That being said, since he’s so busy trying to take care of his brothers who are falling apart day by day, he forgets to take a break

Anytime that you tell him, he’ll laugh it off and asks if you think he’s that weak

…you know he’s not weak.

The pain from losing his baby sister, how his brothers are crumbling, Lucifer not coming out of his room, this new home, his new body and wings, his virtue turning to a sin.

A sin that’s going to eventually cause everyone he loves to hate him. He despises his sin of Greed. It’s twisted, it’s malicious, it’s…awful.

Mammon can’t take it anymore but he still endures it for his family.

Just like in your time where he’s being berated left and right. You fall for him all over again.

One day, Mammon forgets to leave his door locked leaving you to come in and sneakily turn off his alarm clock before going back to Cocytus Hall

You do all his tasks for the morning once you get the to the HoL, telling the brothers that he’s just tired today (and he is, not that you’re lying)

When he wakes up and panics, you manage to calm him down explaining how he needed rest and that you’re taking a break. He calms down but then he sees you with a tray of cold tea and…two bowls of spicy ramen?

Hell Soy Sauce Flavored Cup Ramen??

He’s never heard of that before, sorta scary…but you said it was a treat from yourself

He picks up his chopsticks and takes a bite.

It does taste spicy and he chugs the tea while you’re laughing at his expression

But he looks at your smiling face and he thinks about how warm he feels inside, not knowing if it’s the ramen or you

He takes another bite and starts talking with you about how you knew about these noodles

“A close friend of mine shared some with me a few times.” He’s a bit jealous of this “close friend” but he still eats the ramen

Huh. He feels a lot better today than the past few months he’s been in the Devildom….

He thinks he finally has a favorite food now.

Leviathan

When he landed in the Devildom, he didn’t know why he was even there anymore

He was made for war and bloodshed against demons

Now he’s become what he sworn to kill

What…what’s out there for him anymore?

The days where he wakes up and gets out of bed feeling awful as can be are the hardest.

He has to show everyone how awful he feels and looks today.

He hates the stares he gets from his brother when they think he’s not looking for looking like he just rolled out of bed.

He hates his wings, his tail, his personality, how awkward he is, he wants his long and flowing robes back that made him confident like Lucifer was

He knows his younger brothers are suffering even more than him. He knows how much Satan feels like he doesn’t belong in their family. If he were just braver or if Satan was just mellower, he would take care of him like how Mammon did for him. But he’s a coward. He’s jealous of how well Mammon can handle things, how he can adjust so damn fast.

He hates himself

On one of the days you’re adjusting the pictures around the HoL after one of Satan and Belphegor’s fights, you hear a small voice from Levi’s room

Going closer, you hear me him say how he wanted to try this new game out that’s hot on the market but he can’t get the time to. When you peek in to see who’s he talking to, there’s a sheep plushie that you gave to the brothers to share and talk to.

New game….hmm you had extra Grimm right? Mammon didn’t steal any this week either!

You zap your phone out and quickly order the game. It didn’t make a huge dent in your account considering the amount of jobs you’ve taken during the free time you have

The next day, you knock on Levi’s door with an excuse to ask him for help on one of the Ruri Chan levels

When he opens the door, he sees a wrapped item in your hand which you promptly give him

“Consider it a gift for not leaving your tiny figurine accessories around the floor.” And then you walked away

Levi shuts his door and opens the gift nervously

He gapes at the game, how did you know he wanted this game?! Did you hear him??!

Levi will have to thank you tomorrow after he finishes the first part of the game first!

He wonders if he has to go to the doctor later though since his stomach is doing flips left and right…

Satan

It does take a while for Satan to properly put his comfort and trust in you

But it does somehow happen.

He’s lashing out at everyone and everything left and right

But he doesn’t know why it makes him angry.

He hates the looks on his brothers the people he lives with faces

Their faces…it scares him but his own pride refuses to acknowledge the fear

But when he sees your face…you never seem scared or upset at him.

Always…cheerful and somehow nostalgic even though you never met him before Mammon managed to catch you

He tries to push you away, tries to make his pain and internalizes that he’s a monster. A mistake that was only created by accident.

But.

You never stray away.

Shouldn’t an attendant rationalize their situation?!

Even if he lives in the same house, he could kill you more than any of the others!

But anytime he’s actually in his room, you’re always knocking.

You’re patient with him.

You’ve always been patient with him unless he actually does something messed up.

You don’t see him as a monster or Lucifer’s little copy. You see him as him.

His favorite thing of the day when you’re working is just going in his room during your breaks (which he memorized) and waiting for you

You knock and he opens the door. You always wait for him.

“Can I hang out with you for a bit?”

He always nods and lets you in

You end up talking about mundane things, you seem to know or find out things he might actually like!

You’re really smart and scary too but he won’t say that of course

He likes that you understand him. He’s not all that alone in this hellhole.

He just likes talking to you without being judged or interrupted. You don’t do those, you just listen to him.

And really, that’s the most amazing thing that someone can do for him.

…No you’re really the most amazing person that’s done this for him.

Asmodeus

Oh as if you aren’t his gift already!

Jokes aside, he is wary of you

You just dropped in and now you’re their attendant?!

Unbelievable! But of course he’s not going to say that in front of Lucifer and Diavolo!

Good heavens devildom, that would be his death wish!

He frequently looks up at the heavy clouds over the Devildom

He knows the sun never rises but, he wishes just one more time he’d be able to see the perfect sunrise and sunset before he got thrown here

Here where he looks like a freak.

Where he was praised and celebrated for his beautiful pearly white wings and his gorgeous robes. Where he had a damned amazing smile that lit up a room. Where is now gone. Permanently

He cries every-time he looks past a mirror or a reflection of himself

He has ugly ugly pointed horns that twist, hearts that look like they dripped down on his arm, and four short wings that don’t even look have as gorgeous as his old ones did.

He’s almost broken every mirror in the house he’s come by when he has thoughts like these. Mammon asked you while Asmo was crying one day to just make anything that looked remotely shiny, matte. Desperate to stop his younger brother’s tears.

(And you did. He figured out it was you and Mammon later and thanked both of by taking you two out for drinks. He starts to get used to one mirror at a time.)

He hates how his sin causes him to lust after everyone. He hates it. He can’t bear the pain in his heart when he meets someone who just wants to be friendly and he immediately thinks about how to bed them.

He just wants normal thoughts for once. Not all the lust addled thoughts that never quiet down.

He feels like an…item. Used for one night stands when he actually succeeds in bedding them and never again. Regret following him every time. Spiraling in his bed all alone.

Well, until you came.

He pounces on you with words filled with sweet and honey like words

But you know him.

You gently let him down each time but you let him do it to you everyday

Every day is another compliment, pick up line, or flirting act. He actually managed to stop going to parties after shooting all his lust willpower against you!

Did you plan this?! Oh sweetie~♡!He should’ve known! ♡

He’s…not upset though. He’s happy. No more being an item for demons or magic users anymore…he can��use his lines on you.

You…you don’t shame him or get embarrassed of them

(not even when they’re ultra lusty! Are you used to it already…? Did you hear them from someone somehow?!)

You don’t scorn him or look at him in disgust.

No. You don’t do any of those things even though he told you of the horrible things he’s done and how much he misses his appearance in the Celestial Realm.

Instead, you always surprise him and you smile and laugh at his daily routine with you. Even playing along with his antics sometimes.

“Haha! U + I = 69? Well I must be 59 since you’re a 10!”

And you smile.

A beautiful soul and creature called him a 10/10.

You called him beautiful.

When you walk away to subdue the brothers from arguing again, his eyes glaze over with tears.

His brothers had told him yes, and they mean a lot. But for someone who didn’t know him like his brothers and still saw beauty in a twisted angel like him…

His lust for you turned into something else.

Beelzebub

Everyday. Every single day. He dreams of the same thing that he doesn’t think it’s a nightmare anymore.

He sees Lilith die in Belphie’s arms, bleeding and beaten.

He sees Belphie look at him with despair and emptiness asking him why, why didn’t he save her? Why didn’t he save his baby sister? Why, why, why?

He wakes up with cold sweat at the same time every morning and tries to eat something from the pantry

But once he grabs something, a voice whispers to him. A voice that sounds like Lilith.

“Why didn’t you save me? Why, why, why? You should’ve died and left Belphie and I to live. I loved you and you left me to die by myself. Why Beelzebub? Why?”

Sometimes, when he looks at you, he sees Lilith there. Standing with a terrified and confused look. He knows you aren’t her but you…you somehow have that warmth that she had, intensified.

Beelzebub’s guilt and regret always stays with him. Any time he eats, he tastes despair on the tip of his tongue to the back of his throat

He saved Belphie…but his baby sister. The one who everyone, especially him was supposed to protect and fight for…

Died. Died alone. Died falling in pain.

(Lucifer almosts knocks on his door sometimes at night when he hears him but stops just an inch before. He cannot. He has to keep his lips shut.)

Everyday. Carrying the weight of his sister’s death around his neck. One day, he wonders if the weight will carry him instead.

He hates his sin. How he wants and wants and wants and takes and takes and takes and then when he cannot get it

He ruins.

He tore down Mammon’s wall, made all of Satan’s bookshelves fall on the floor, broke a huge piece of Asmodeus’s bathtub, and caused one of Levi’s figurines to snap in half. Just because he was the avatar of gluttony.

He hates it.

He hates it even more when he almost clawed you across your neck because he smelled candy in your pocket when he was desperate

You…you didn’t seem to be scared though.

(You already knew how he was.)

You were startled when he almost hit you but you just put down the cleaning towel down and took out the pieces of candy from your pocket and just gave it to him

He was incredibly confused on why you didn’t scream, or cry, or even get angry at him

“Just ask me next time, I always have some sort of candy or snack on me. Besides, I can cook for you too.”

He’s amazed at the fact that you just offered to cook for him

And when he wakes up from his nightmare again, you’re in the kitchen. Cooking some pancakes

He just sits down after he washes his face and his hands and watches you from the counter

When you’re done, you just give it to him on the plate with a lot of fruits and some whipped cream. It towered as high as his head even without the berries and cream.

His eyes just sparkle and his mouth gapes at the sight

He devours the delicious cakes in a minute and looks up at you to see if you’re upset about your hard work just disappearing like that

But you just smile at him and offer him some more.

Beelzebub doesn’t see Lilith anymore. Not even hearing her voice or her touch. He can feel her…no your warmth radiating from you.

He can feel some heat go to his face as he nods

Beel would be forever grateful for the break you’ve given him from his torment

Belphegor

Being the youngest means you really don’t have a say in anything you do

He followed Beel who followed Mammon who then followed Lucifer

He loved Lucifer but…

His sister…died

The one thing that he wished for was for his family to not perish

And he lost his sister.

With the anguish and grief upon him, he wonders how she’d be alive

If Lucifer hadn’t went against their father, she would’ve had a peaceful death…

If Beelzebub hadn’t saved him, she would still be alive…

No. It’s his fault.

He introduced her into the human realm. He killed her. He killed her.

It’s all his fault from the start.

He shouldn’t have went off with her to the realm of mortals

He should’ve just said no to her even with her puppy eyes

A piece of his heart is empty and dead from his sister’s death

She’s gone and it’s because of him.

He should’ve died that day.

He rather sleep and indulge in his sin as everytime he sleeps, he dreams of his whole family being together.

He curls up around his pillow, not allowing anyone, not even Beel to wake him up until he is needed.

Belphie promises to himself to protect his family. No matter what he does or kills.

…he sees how Beel looks at you though.

How he feels some sort of familiarity like…

Beel told him before how your presence felt like Lilith’s warmth.

And he was right. But it quickly turned into a bitter and regretful reminder for him.

He can’t stand to feel Lilith anymore. Not when she isn’t here.

But he feels a sort of warmth when you vacuum around him with a silent spell on the machine. He can see through his cracked opened eyes how cautious you are of him sleeping on the ground in his room

You…you even take his blanket and drape it over him gently.

And then go about your day.

This happens anytime he’s sleeping on the floor somewhere. Outside, inside, the planetarium…anywhere

And you always bring back the blanket he sleeps with no matter what.

He asks you why you do this when you could just leave him alone

“I don’t want you to get sick or cold when you sleep. It disturbs you and makes your dreams really difficult.”

…

Wow…you really do care that much.

He just falls asleep again afterwards when you drape it over him

But this time, the dreams of his family eventually add you in it, by his side laughing freely…

He wonders why Lilith never regretted falling in love with a creature that wasn’t an angel until he met you.

Uh so for Asmodeus’s, I know he looks in the mirror but I kinda hc him to completely break down when he would see his reflection right after becoming a demon? I mean change yk?

As always, thank you for reading!

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