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ieatkeyboard · 3 months

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What Obey Me brothers do for Valentines day

Note: I have a love-hate relationship with Valentines day but it's a really cute holiday! Hope you guys have fun :] Warnings: Sappy love, fluff

Lucifer: - It's cannon he's been in many relationships so I don't think it's his first rodeo - He cleans up your room while you're at work. Washes your bedding+other laundry, makes your bed and folds your laundry, does some vacuuming. -He doesn't go through your drawers or anything just tries to make it a bit neater so you can come home and not worry about cleaning up - He gets you gifts based on things you like. If you like to make jewellery he'll get a couple kits from a hobby store to make together. If you like comfy clothes, he'll customise a set of pyjamas for you, etc. - He'll jot down notes of things you like all January. He makes sure to ask at the beginning of January what your dream Valentines day activity would be in hopes you forget about it over the month - I feel like he wouldn't ask for what he wants but he enjoys doing things together. He's a bit of a sap so he uses Valentines day to show it more. - I feel like he'd be a sucker for roses. Get him white and red roses with a little note and he'll never forget it. - He might get you some little things on Valentines day if it's on a week day and use the weekend to do more. - He'd love make dinner with you but he has your favourite restaurant on standby in case Beel walks in- - Watching movies together in his room cause his bed is bigger, taking your blankets and pillows into his room cause you're spending the night there. -He tears up a little at the end of the night, when you're sleeping in his arms. He hopes this is the most memorable Valentines day you'll ever have

Mammon: - He's a sap but in the "idk what I'm doing" way - Anything he knows about you leaves his brain - He gets you flowers and chocolate and sprays his cologne on a hoodie for you - He'll probably take you for a drive and show you all his favourite places (Spoiler. It's the places you first met, took your first date at, had all your firsts at) - He'll cry remembering how it started. how you ended up in his life and all the things you've been through - He takes you through a drive through and you eat in the parking lot. He has your shared playlist playing quietly in the background while you both talk about your days and your memories together - I feel like he wouldn't need anything. He just wants you - But if you got him a new sweater or watch he was looking at, he'd be extremely happy. - I also feel like he likes sunflowers

Leviathan: - He's never had a Valentine before, he also would be too scared to ask - He'd slip a note under your bedroom door that says "Wanna be my Valentine?" and when you agree he gets really happy but also nervous that you're kidding or are doing it out of pity - After much reassurance you set up plans together - You guys watch your favourite anime together, build the anime figurines Levi's been putting off together, play games, order food - You probably sneak out later to go walk to a convenience store to get snacks and drinks and go fuck around at a park - I think he'd buy your snacks for you and pick up a stuffy for you - He isn't overly sure what you like in the flowers and such department but he tries - I feel like he isn't a big flower person tbh

Satan: - Romantic slut man - He makes you a goody bag. He writes a love letter with references to the books you've read together, makes a kiss print sweater like the ones on tiktok (Got the idea from Asmo sending him stuff of what to do for you), got you the snacks you like, a gift card to the places you like and a lamb stuffy that reminds him of you - He likes lavender for sure - I feel like getting him a nice lavender room spray to help him relax while he reads, a cat stuffy, the book he's been dying to read but is always in use at the library and a new blanket would be perfect for him (I am absolutely projecting, and what) - Making a blanket for with him and watching the movie adaptations to the books you like is everything. Go to a cat cafe to get lunch before going shopping and putting the gift card he got you to use

Asmo: - Oh lordy lord - Bath bomb, rose petals, wine, your favourite show, the kiss print sweater but I feel like he'd do matching pants (You'll NEVER guess where he put the kisses!!!*REAL* *NOT CLICKBAIT*), spa day, a cute lunch and dinner date, SO MANY PICTURES - He wants to spoil you. Give you everything romantic he could possibly think of - He likes lilies. lilys? Idfk you get the idea - He also would love to make stuff together! I also feel like Asmo draws up a little map of all the places you had your firsts and put little Polaroid pictures of those days next to the spots - Taking him shopping and getting to go home, do a little fashion show, try all the new makeup he got one each other, make the teddy bear you got him smell like you, get him new blankets/candles/decorations for his room. He'd be so happy - I feel like as much as Valentines day is the day of love and he'd flirt a lot, he'd keep sex out of the plans (Unless you want it but than after the fact he'll complain about needing to catch up on the other plans he made lol) - He loves you for so much more than your body and especially cause he's the Avatar of lust he want to prove it's not just his sin getting in the way

Beel: - He gets you comfy clothes, snacks, and other stuff you like! If you have your ears pierced or have other piercings he'll get you cute jewellery, get you a necklace to match. If you like cats, he'll get you a sweater with cat ears and a cat stuffy - He worries about getting you flowers because if they smell good he'll want to eat them- - On the note he for sure likes edible flowers like hibiscus, rose, lavender and chamomile. I'd recommend getting him flowers in the way of getting flower flavoured things - He would appreciate ordering food from all the places you've been on dates so you can have a trip down memory lane while eating (He absolutely asked Asmo for that idea) - I feel like he'd ask his brothers and your friends for ideas cause as much as he knows you, you probably admit to like different or more stuff with friends - He asks you to show him all your favourite movies, current and childhood. He wants to know how you became the amazing person he fell in love with - He wouldn't want much for Valentines day. Candy and like I said, flower flavoured things would be enough for him. If you get him anything else please do not make it food related he will chew on it. Getting him new clothes and stuff based off his movie would make him really happy

Belphie: - Blanket, both of the fluffy and weighted variety. Cow stuffy. New sweater. -I would try and steer clear of stuff to make him sleep harder but he's a comfy kinda guy so it's hard - Star themed pyjamas and hair clips. Or bleaching his favourite constellations on a black hoodie. He'll wear it everywhere - I feel like he'd like white roses and dahlias - His ideal date would be getting food, going to the planetarium and talking, listening to music, looking at the stars, etc. And than going home and napping with his new blanket and in his new pyjamas. - He'd get you snacks, a hoodie and shorts that are your favourite colour, get you a new pillow that he'd test out first to make sure it was comfy. - And ofc he'd get you stuff you like. Your favourite perfume, stuff based on movies/shows/anime you like. - He'd get a little sappy and tell you he's so glad your still with him. That you're his

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sister-lucifer · 2 years

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An Attempt, A Failure, A Moment Of Forgiveness

The Demon Brothers x Gender neutral reader

Genre: Fluff, Hurt + Comfort, angst but with a happy ending!

Summary: The brothers have had a particularly hard day, and you decide to make their favorite dinner to cheer them up. Unfortunately, it backfires, and now they’ve accidentally made you upset. It’s their turn to cheer you up instead.

Content/Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, slight angst with a happy ending, sensitive reader, the brothers being uncharacteristically mean due to stress, Beelzebub showing his emotional intelligence, Lucifer has no idea how to apologize

*Asmodeus uses he/she pronouns

*Levi is autistic

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“Watch it, stupid human!” Mammon hissed as he passed by you in the hall, bumping your shoulder and nearly knocking you to the ground.

“O-Oh, sorry Mammon!” You called after him, but he didn’t even turn back to you.

“Listen here, human,” He growled over his shoulder, “I have five tests I have to get through today and like, a million assignments due tonight, so stay the hell out of my way today, got it?!”

You didn’t even get a chance to respond before he had disappeared around the corner and into a classroom.

You sighed, gaze falling to your shoes as you solemnly made your way to your first period class.

This was not the first of these “mishaps” to happen today.

It seems that all of the brothers had some reason or another to be stressed; they all had important exams scheduled for today, and not to mention their countless other responsibilities outside of school.

Like Satan, who wasn’t supposed to be working after school today but had been booked for a shift anyways because his boss was, as he so elegantly put it, “a huge fucking asshole with no respect for anyone but himself.” The harsh words hadn’t been directed at you, but the icy cold glare he gave you while he said them made it feel that way.

Or Lucifer, who was up to his eyes in paperwork. He wasn’t sure how but it was ten times worse that usual, and each new paper on his desk was another grey hair. His head was pounding with a stress induced migraine that never seemed to really go away. He says he’s had a headache for the past hundred years.

Or Asmodeus, who had a photo shoot directly after school that would run for god knows how long, and she simply could not find a way to squeeze in any homework despite the fact that he was swamped with it at the moment. He was in too deep to cancel the shoot now, which meant his grades would surely suffer. Not to mention that the stress would surely give him acne, which was only making her stress out more!

The entire day it felt like they were rushing past you without so much as a glance, often disrupting you with their franticness and sometimes even rudeness. You knew they didn’t mean it, but it still hurt when Lucifer angrily snapped at you or Satan sent a sarcastic comment your way.

Fortunately, you knew just how to lighten the mood!

Although you didn’t fancy yourself a chef, the brothers always loved when you cooked authentic human food. Even something like mac and cheese was enough to cheer them up after a long day. You decided on a simple pasta recipe, something filling and easy to make for so many people.

You were only halfway through when you heard Lucifer enter the kitchen behind you.

“Oh, Lucifer! I was hoping you’d be a bit later, I have a surprise cooking…”

“What?”

Oh. He didn’t sound nearly as happy as you were hoping.

“W-Well, remember that pasta you all loved? I decided to make it for you! I figured it would take dinner duty off your hands and maybe make you all feel better after such a rough day, so—“

“Human, I already had everything ready for what I was going to make.”

His voice had a slight growl to it, a clear sign of his anger.

“I know,” You sighed, “b-but I thought—“

“Well you thought wrong. My brothers are already expecting the casserole I was going to make, and I already went through the work of prepping and storing the ingredients so I could just throw it together when I got home. Everything’s been so upside down today, I just want this one thing to stay on schedule.”

You really couldn’t blame him for that one. If there was one thing Lucifer hated, it was when plans changed. He needed everything to have an order, and if it didn’t he would get very upset very easily.

“Lucifer, I know you’re stressed, but you’re clearly exhausted. Why don’t you go rest while—“

“No, human!”

Seems that was the final straw. Although it wasn’t rare for Lucifer to get heated when scolding his brothers, he never raised his voice at you like that.

“I don’t care what you think you’re doing, I need you out! You can make your stupid pasta another night. The last thing I need is for you to muck up the one thing that hasn’t already been ruined today, so I suggest you scurry off to your room and stay there!”

You stumbled back, nearly falling before you caught yourself on the counter. You couldn’t look him in the eyes; you couldn’t even stand the thought of being in the same room. You could feel the familiar burning in your throat and the way your chest tightened as the tears began to fill up your eyes and blur your vision. You decided to give him what he wanted, and ran upstairs to your room as fast as you could. You passed Beel on the way, who opened his mouth to greet you but hardly got out a syllable as you rushed past. He could tell something was terribly wrong from the way you hid your face and teary eyes, and the way you slammed your door.

He immediately headed to the kitchen, only to see a half stunned Lucifer staring at the doorway you ran out of. He turned his attention away when he saw Beel, though, pretending that nothing was wrong. When his brother inquired about what had happened, Lucifer merely shrugged. He was overcome with emotion; yes, he felt terrible for scaring you off, but he also had six brothers who needed dinner and so many other tasks to worry about that he couldn’t make himself take pause. He figured he would deal with it later.

You had collapsed beside your bed and hid your face in your knees. You didn’t know what else to do. You’d lost your appetite and certainly didn’t want to go down for dinner, and you didn’t want to bother any of the brothers after everything that had happened. You had tried hard not to be upset and especially not to cry, to tell yourself that he didn’t mean it, but it didn’t matter. The fact that Lucifer would ever treat you that way—that ANY of the brothers would treat you the way they had today—was simply too much.

Beel was the first one to come see you. He knocked about fifteen minutes after you’d first shut yourself in, calling your name and asking if it was okay to enter. All you could muster was a hum in response.

He opened the door slowly, sticking his hand in first and revealing that he was holding a bag of blood strawberry candies. This specific kind were incredibly hard to find, limited edition with special colors, which means that he must’ve pulled them out of his secret stash.

“Hey, you alright?” He asked as he poked his head in, and you gave no response.

“Sorry, stupid question. Can I sit with you?”

You only nodded, scooting over a bit and making room for him.

“Want one?” He held out the open bag to you and shook it.

You reached your hand in and took one, putting it in your mouth without so much as a word. Beel did the same, though he preferred to munch on an entire handful at once. You both sat in silence for a few moments, and Beel didn’t speak until he had swallowed.

“So, wanna talk about it?”

You weren’t really sure. You just shrugged. It would feel nice to get it off your chest, sure, but venting to Beel about how mean he and his brothers had been today would feel terrible, even if Beel wasn’t anywhere near the worst offender.

“…Can I take a guess?”

You nodded once more, slipping your hand into the bag for another few candies.

“Well, I saw Lucifer in the kitchen. He seemed pretty shaken up. Does that have do with it?”

Your silence was all the answer he needed.

“I figured. Look, I…I know we haven’t been the nicest today. I think we all owe you an apology. We’re all stressed and tensions were crazy high, though that’s not an excuse…and I’m sorry for growling at you at lunch. I was really hungry…”

You couldn’t help but giggle at that last part. It was kind of shocking at the time, but you could laugh at it now.

You had many of these kinds of talks with Beelzebub. He was the most emotionally intelligent of the brothers, he just didn’t speak enough to let it on. The truth was he saw and heard everything, he was just better at picking his battles and shutting his trap than the others. Whenever it was just you and him, though, he always found a way to open your eyes. As long as he wasn’t hungry he was calm, cool and collected, and hardly anything bothered him.

“It’s okay, Beel…thank you.”

He sighed in relief when he finally heard you speak. He moved in a bit closer, allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder.

The next one to visit was Mammon, who was not near as subtle has his brother. He came barging in, clearly worried, and had to be shushed by Beel when he yelled your name.

“Shit, sorry…” He muttered, making sure to close the door extra quietly.

“Beel sent a text to the family group chat, are you okay?” Mammon looked you over for a few seconds, and when he didn’t see anything physically wrong, he sat down on the opposite side of you from Beel.

“I’m a little better now, thanks…”

Mammon was silent for a few moments, mouth hanging half open as he tried to find words. Eventually he gave up on words all together, instead reaching into the bag you’d just noticed he brought with him. He pulled out a small bouquet of flowers, all fresh and dewy, and your favorite color too.

“Look, I know I was kind of an ass today…okay, I was a TOTAL ass today—“

He paused to smile at your laughter. Good, he was doing this right.

“—A-And I know this doesn’t make up for it, but I’m not good with words so…I figured I would do better if I could give you something with my apology…”

You gently took the flowers from his hand, taking a deep breath and inhaling their subtle scent. Mammon stared at you expectantly, watching for any sign of disapproval. Fortunately, he found absolutely none.

“Thank you, Mammon. Apology accepted.” You punctuated your sentence with a kiss on his cheek, making his face heat up a bit.

“Hey, can I have one too?” Beel asked through a mouthful of candy, and of course you had to oblige.

The next two were Satan and Asmodeus, who as usual came as a packaged deal.

“Hey love, how are you doing?” Asmodeus asked in a soft tone. When it came to comfort, he was the best in the whole Devildom. Satan trailed in behind him, hugging a book to his chest.

“I’m okay, Asmo.”

“I’m sure you are, but I’m about to make you much better.”

Asmo presented you with a small white box, which he opened to reveal a red velvet cupcake with a heart sugar topper.

“I saw this in the window of a shop today, and I just had to get it for you. A treat as sweet as my human!” She booped your nose playfully before closing the box and setting it to the side.

He took your hand in his gently, stroking your knuckles with his thumb.

“Satan here isn’t much for apologies, so I agreed to do his for him. I am very, so very sorry for how rude I was today, love bug. And Satan is very sorry for being a…what was it? ‘Total fucking asshole?’”

“Watch it, Asmo,” Satan scolded, but his feigned glare quickly turned into a grin at Asmo’s sly giggle.

“It’s okay guys, really. You didn’t have to do all this…” You assured them. You felt sort of guilty to be honest, getting such unusual special treatment from them even if the attention was nice.

“Don’t talk like that love,” Asmodeus replied, “I have no idea what came over us today, but you could at least give us a chance to make up for it.”

“Besides, it’ll give me a chance to make Lucifer look bad, so I’m all in.” Satan joked. He and Asmo both settled in next to you as well.

Leviathan was next, awkwardly standing in the doorway for a few moments before speaking.

“U-Uh, I wasn’t really sure what the state of things would be when I walked in, so—“

He held up the variety of things he had brought, sporting a lopsided smile.

“—I have ear defenders, some chewelry, and that really soft blanket I know you love. Y-You can keep it all for as long as you need.”

Levi knelt in front of you and pushed all the offerings towards you. Your hand hovered over all of them, but eventually you decided on the blanket. You held it close and rubbed it against your face, relishing the blissfully mellow texture and the subtle smell of Levi’s room before wrapping it around yourself.

Levi tried to contain himself, to take time to find the right words the way you’d taught him, but he was so overcome with emotion he couldn’t wait.

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry!” He blurted out, louder than he meant to be. “Shoot, sorry…I-I don’t mean to yell, I just feel terrible. I didn’t even realize how mean I was being at the time but then I thought about how awful it would feel if you were saying it to me, and—a-and—“

“Shhh, it’s okay Levi. I’ve already forgiven you.”

This stopped him dead in his tracks. He quickly shut his mouth, looking down at the floor in slight embarrassment. You reached a hand up to gently stroke his cheek as you thanked him for the thoughtfulness he had shown.

Belphegor slinked in a minute or so later, yawning as he greeted you.

“Am I late to the party? Sorry, I was asleep. That was the first nap I’ve managed to have all day. Guess that’s why I was being so cranky…”

Belphegor lazily trudged over, his exhaustion clear on his face as he laid his head in your lap.

“Sorry about that, by the way. Hope you didn’t wanna punch my lights out too badly.”

“Oh come now Belphie, I would never.” You argued, reaching down to scratch his head. He stretched and pushed into the touch, sighing with relief when you found just the right spot. He got comfortable very quickly, almost immediately drifting off to sleep.

There was a sizable gap between Belphie’s arrival and Lucifer’s. He had seen the text when it first came out, but tried to ignore it. When no one, not even Beel came down for dinner, though, he knew he had to go see you. He paced around the kitchen for twenty minutes before finally gathering the courage.

The sound of your door opening made everyone freeze as they looked over. Lucifer’s expression was hard to decipher; you couldn’t tell if he was sad, angry, guilty, or all of the above.

He was silent as he walked over, eyes fixated on you even though you were looking anywhere but him. He knelt down in front of you, letting out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding as he started to speak.

“Human…” He began slowly, feeling the eyes of all six of his brothers, scrutinizing every move he made. He sort of deserved it, though. After such a terrible screw up his apology had to be perfect.

“I’ve come to say that I’m…sorry for how I’ve been acting.”

This made you look up with wide eyes. You expected him to beat around the bush, if you’re being completely honest. You’d heard Lucifer “apologize,” sure, but never once actually say “sorry,” his pride wouldn’t let him.

The most surprising part though, was that he kept going.

“I was dismissive of you all day, and on top of that I yelled at you when you were only trying to help because I always need to do things myself. I’m sorry. You deserve better than that—“

He was cut off when you had suddenly wrapped him in a tight hug, squeezing him with all your might. It took him a few moments to process what had happened, but when he did he hesitantly returned the gesture.

“I forgive you, Luci…” You whispered, just loud enough for him to hear.

He patted your back, allowing you to pull away from the hug when you were ready instead of pushing you away. He couldn’t help but gaze into your eyes for a bit longer than he meant to when you withdrew from the hug.

“Alright then,” He began as he stood back up, leaving everyone else quite confused. “We’ve got dinner downstairs that’s going to be cold soon, so how about you all help me bring it upstairs and we’ll eat in here instead?”

“Woah, really?!” Mammon gasped, “You never let us eat in our rooms! Wow, you must feel really shitty!”

This promptly earned him an elbow to the ribs from Asmodeus.

“Don’t worry human, I’ll grab yours for you,” Lucifer said right as you began to stand. “You stay here.”

Each brother gave you a kiss on the cheek as they left, some lingering longer than others. When no one was looking, though, Lucifer pulled you into a real kiss before he too was out the door (though not before flashing you a smile).

You sat there for a while, enjoying the silence and your own company, when you felt your DDD go off. It was a text from Lucifer.

Luci

Hey, just so you know, I got your pasta out of the oven. It was amazing 💙

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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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saetoru · 2 years

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obey me boys when they expect a kiss from you as a greeting but you decide to tease them and “forget”

𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐘 𝐌𝐄 + 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒

includes: lucifer, mammon, satan, asmodeus, belphegor

notes: this is my first time writing for everyone except mammon so be nice SOBS

✰ 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑 smiles as he plants a soft kiss to your forehead, patiently waiting for you to press one to his jaw in return like usual. he frowns a little when you seem to forget, skipping to happily rambling about your day as you lean your cheek against his arm and hug it. “luci, you’re not listening to me,” you pout, tugging gently at his hand and making him turn his attention to you. you fight back a grin at the sight of his lips curled into a frown—as close to a pout as you’ll get from someone like him. “i believe you’re forgetting something,” he mutters quietly, cheeks dusting over with a soft blush as he clears his throat. feigning innocence, you tilt your head, looking at him in faux confusion. “am i? is it important?” he huffs, glaring at you softly before gently tugging his arm free of your grasp, crossing his arms as he stares at you expectantly. “yes. it’s quite important, actually.” giggling, you lean in and press scattered kisses across his jaw and cheeks, making his face burn a darker shade as he rolls his eyes and grumbles. “if you wanted a kiss, you could’ve just asked, you know,” you tease. “for a human, you’re rather bold,” he glares, but his eyes are soft, and he lets you latch onto his arm once more as you continue speaking.

✰ 𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍 grins as he sees you approaching, subtly turning his cheek and getting ready for your usual onslaught of kisses across his face—except you simply sit down next to him, mumbling a soft greeting before scrolling through your phone. pouting, he lets out a loud sigh, hoping you’ll notice, slumping and fighting back a whine when you don’t seem to. “ya know, i had a rough day today,” he mumbles, “worst ya could imagine. don’t know if i’ll make it.” you hum, fighting back a smirk as you glance at him with a sympathetic pout. “you poor thing. how awful.” finally, he whines, wrapping his arms around you and digging his face into your neck, pulling you close as he pouts deeper. “where’re my kisses? don’t tell me ya forgot, how could ya? no one forgets about me, ‘m too important. you gotta kiss me now or i’ll never have a good day again.” giggling, you pull his face away from the crook of your neck, cupping his cheeks and rubbing the skin with your thumb as you leave soft pecks along his jaw before meeting his lips in a slow, sweet kiss. “there, now you’ll never have a bad day again,” you murmur, planting small pecks across his cheeks as they flush a dark shade of red.

✰ 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐍 is grumpy—which isn’t particularly new for him, but he’s grumpy with you, and that doesn’t happen very often. you bite your lip to keep from bursting out into giggles, poking his cheek as he (gently) swats your hand away and keeps reading—although he’s been rereading the same page for the last few minutes. “satan, what’s wrong,” you press, voice almost singing as he glares at you from the corner of his eyes. “well, if you can’t tell, then forget it,” he grunts, stiffening as you wrap your arms around him and tuck yourself against his side on the couch. “stop being a grouch and just tell me,” you giggle, reaching to pinch his cheek. with a deep sigh, he sets his book down, pulling away and crossing his arms to turn to look at you with a scowl. “think deeper,” he grumbles, “you forgot something.” you can’t help but smile at the way his lips are curled and his eyes linger on your own lips, clouded with doubt as he waits impatiently for what he wants. leaning in, you press a delicate kiss to the tip of his nose, making his cheeks flush and his breath hitch before you peck his lips. “don’t worry, i could never forget that,” you murmur, brushing a few loose strands of hair from his forehead and watching as the doubt fades from his features.

✰ 𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄��𝐒 pouts instantly when you skip the most important step—pressing a sweet kiss to his lips every time you see him. he gasps and tugs you back as you move to pull away from the hug, staring at you in shock. “you can’t let go before giving me a kiss. don’t you want to kiss me?” giggling, you lean in, pecking the corners of his mouth before kissing him briefly, pulling away and smoothing back his hair as you smile. “guess i forgot,” you tease, poking his lip as it juts out once more at your words. “forget? forget to kiss me? that should be the first thing on your mind,” he insists, making you shake your head in amusement. your fingers thread themselves into his locks, gently scratching at his scalp as you press a few more short pecks to his cheeks. “i’m joking, i could never forget giving you a kiss, it’s the best part of my day.” beaming, he nods in agreement, sighing in content as you continue to play with his soft strands, pulling you closer as his arms tighten their grasp on you. “of course it is. kissing someone this beautiful would be my favorite too,” he winks before pressing his own lips to your forehead with a smile, “this is the best part of my day too.”

✰ 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑 feels your body slide next to his under the covers, instantly wrapping an arm around you and pulling you flush against his chest. this should be the part where you press a firm kiss to his lips as you say good morning, maybe even his cheeks if you’re feeling extra affectionate, but there’s nothing. cracking an eye open, he frowns, staring at you as you tuck your head under his chin. “morning,” he mumbles, voice still sleep hazed as you hum in response. “morning, belphie.” he pouts to himself when your fingers thread through his hair—even though you still haven’t offered him a good morning kiss yet, making him grumble as he pulls away and stares at you with furrowed brows. “i said good morning,” he repeats, making you quirk a brow in amusement. “i’m pretty sure i said good morning back—” he cuts you off, huffing as he rolls away from you to lay at the edge of his mattress, making you chuckle quietly. “not properly,” he mutters. laughing, you roll over, moving to hover over him and plant kisses across his face before leaving a lingering peck to his lips and cupping his cheek softly. “there, that should be proper enough.”

i love mammon i want to spoil him rotten thank you and goodnight

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hopeluna-archived · 10 months

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Love languages + Obey Me!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Characters: Satan, Asmodeus

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ CW: none!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ A/N: the first part of this <3

M.list

!! Satan

Giving: Words of affirmation. Satan's love for you consumes his mind day and night and he feels like you should be made aware of the affect you have on him. He reads romantic novels and poems and all he could think about is how it describes how he feels about you. Satan loves to just shower you in honeyed words 'cause to him, you deserve that and more.

Receiving: Physical touch. Satan loves when you intertwine your fingers with his, when you absent mindedly run your fingers through his locks or when you decide to give him random pecks on his face just because you feel like it. Your touch just manages to instantly calm him down and have a warm feeling creep into his heart.

!! Asmodeus

Giving: Physical touch. Asmo has to be touching you in some way or the other. Fingers interlaced together, playing with your hair or fingers, nothing sexual (most of the time) but just intimate. He is a naturally touchy person but with you its not very exaggerated, instead its sweet and subtle and in a way, nothing Asmo.

Receiving: Quality time. Contrary to popular belief, Asmo would rather much spend meaningful time with you alone than anything else. Whether it be dates, or accompanying you to errands or just watching a movie in silence in his room. He likes that he doesn't have to pretend and can just let down his persona with you.

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fanficsat12am · 2 years

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how the brothers react to you wiping their kiss off prank I Leviathan, Satan & Asmodeus

Lucifer & Mammon Beelzebub & Belphegor

Leviathan

This poor boy is super insecure, often calling himself “ a yucky otaku”. He’s surprised you even find anything redeeming in him and thinks that he’s not deserving of the love you give him.

Levi tried to be the best boyfriend for you. He’s terrified that you’ll realize how pathetic he is and leave.

He thought he was doing pretty good at his little IRL dating sim. So it was completely out of nowhere when you decided to wipe his kiss off after winning a round in his new game.

His mind just went blank, thinking of where he went wrong. Did he say something to offend you? Were you tired of just watching him play all day? Did you want him to spend more time with you? Or was it just him? Did you finally get tired of him?

He doesn’t even notice himself crying until you wipe the tears quickly running down his face. He immediately clings to you, laying his head on your shoulder, and starts begging you to stay.

“I know I’m just a yuckie otaku, but please give me another chance. I swear I'll try even harder just p-please don't give up on me”

A deep pit or guilt starts to form in your stomach. You underestimated how low Levi thinks of himself. His tears start to seep into your shirt, a wet patch quickly forming.

You start to pet his head, reassuring him that you weren’t going to leave him. After a few minutes, his breathing starts to steady and he lifts his head up–bloodshot eyes staring back at you.

You didn’t have the heart to tell him it was a prank. So you made an excuse instead, telling him that your lips just felt a little wet afterwards.

After that, you made sure to earn his trust back by waking him up everyday with a text message on one of the many things you love about him. Because of this, he always goes down to breakfast with a tinge of pink on his cheeks.

Satan

For as long as he can remember, reading had always been his favorite hobby. He’s never really been the type to demon to look at words at its surface value. He reads between the lines and finds that a great book is built with the attention to the smallest of details.

Because of this, Satan has always treasured the smallest gestures you do for him. He finds that these small doings are what makes a relationship special.

You wiped his kiss while you were reading a book with him one morning. He’ll notice of course and instead of asking you about it shrugged it off and thought nothing of it. Maybe he had some coffee on his lips or something, trying to convince himself rationalize why you’d do that.

The cycle continues the rest of the day, with him kissing you and you wiping it away. He starts to pout after the third time you wipe it. On top of all the books he’s read, romance novels were no stranger to him. He learned that it was best to give the other party some time to themself and not to push anything out of them. But that didn’t make the situation better.

He finally snaps the next day and just outright asks you in the privacy of your room. He starts to bang on your door and enters when he hears your approval. You smile at him, asking him if he needed something.

“My Kitten, did I do something to cross you? I tried giving you some space but I still can’t figure out what you need. If you’re falling out of love with me, please tell me so. I don’t want to see you up and leave without an explanation at least”

Through Satan’s little ramble, he started to pace back and forth in your room. He looked like he was trying to solve one of the greatest mysteries to ever unfold, connecting clues left and right.

You finally got tired after 30 minutes of him asking if you got drugged by an anti-love potion. You gently took his hands in yours and told him it was a prank. His brain just froze at that moment. You pranked a prankster like him? Oh he’s so gonna get you back for that.

Watch out for your back for the next few weeks. This man will be planning the greatest prank on you with Belphie. Either that or he’ll get revenge by placing a “24 hours no cuddles'' rule on you and will stay in his room all day. Eventually his ban crumbles on him, Satan missing you after a few hours and goes looking for you.

Asmodeus

Even though he’s the Avatar of Lust, he finds short and sweet kisses just as loving as those he’s given in times of passion. He’s a very clingy person and makes sure to give you as much affection as he can whenever you’re together.

The brothers usually find a trace of Asmo’s lipstick somewhere on you– a symbol that no matter where you are, he’s there with you.

At first he didn’t really see you wiping it away, only noticing once he saw that his makeup was nowhere to be seen on you. He immediately leapt from his seat and gave you a big kiss on your cheek, the blemish dark enough for anyone to see. He was about to go lay back down on the couch but he sees you grab a tissue and start wiping away the mark.

Who do you think you are to wipe his kiss away? This is definitely not gonna fly with him. Without a word, he stands up and makes a beeline towards his room. He comes back, the darkest shade of lipstick in hand accompanied by a suspicious grin on his face.

He takes the cap off, places a generous amount on his lips, and pulls you to him by your waist. Before you can even comprehend what’s happening, your face is littered by his kisses.

“Go ahead and try wiping them off, Dearie. If I see even one of them missing, trust me when I say that your face won't be the only thing I’m marking with my lips”

Knowing him, you know that he wasn’t afraid to come through with his little threat. So you just dropped the prank and told him everything.

Before you can even finish explaining everything, he picks you up and carries you back to his room. He places you on his bed and whispers “I’ll make sure to leave marks that’ll last for weeks, Darlin”

#obey me x reader #obey me fluff #obey me headcanons #obey me hc #obey me #obey me imagines #obey me angst #leviathan x reader #satan x reader #asmodeus x reader #leviathan fluff #satan fluff #asmodeus fluff #leviathan x mc #satan x mc #asmodeus x mc #shall we date leviathan #shall we date satan #shall we date asmodeus

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garoujo · 2 years

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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐃𝐆𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 — 𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐘 𝐌𝐄

feat : lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeous, beelzebub + belphegor.

warnings : none really, just kisses and needy demon boys <3

note : sob i wanna write more obey me hcs but the fact there’s 7 of them makes me brain bleed </3 i swear there’s more cute hcs coming tho !!!

・✶ ｡ﾟLUCIFER

you’d met the eldest demon brother in the hallway after breakfast, the corners of his lips quirking up into a softer sort of smile when he notices you approaching him eagerly, arms that were previously crossed over his chest falling by his side. “good morning, did you sleep well, love?” lucifer hums, one of his gloved hands reaching to rest along your waist immediately as he guides you into your place at his side before he leans in, but his expression drops slightly when you dodge his advances—pulling a frown from the dark haired brother. “is everything okay?” he hums, trying to pretend he’s not bothered by you rejecting him as his fingers smooth along your skin, an almost soothing gesture just incase he’s made you uncomfortable in any way with his advances. “everything is fine, luci—“ you grin and you feel him squeeze at your side slightly before he huffs, his patience and lack of attention finally showing as he begins to fidget a little, looking around the hallway before his next words. “are you deliberately neglecting me of my kiss?” lucifer groans, barely audible while pink dusts his cheeks and you feel something bloom in your chest at how cute he looks before you finally give in, leaning into meet his lips finally “hmph, that’s more like it.”

・✶ ｡ﾟMAMMON

you were both watching a movie on the couch when you decided you would mess with him a little, nuzzling yourself closer into mammon’s side because you know the second eldest wouldn’t be able to resist leaning in for a kiss and getting more affection from you. “ya alright, baby? ya sure do look comfortable, ya should be thankin’ me.” the silver haired demon grins, turning to look at you before he lets his arm that was previously resting on the back of the couch fall to rest on your shoulder instead. it’s almost immediate the way he leans in—pink dusting his cheeks and lips still stretched into a grin, until you pull away and a pout replaces it almost immediately, brows pulling into a frown as he tries to remain unphased, even though he’s almost choking on a gasp. “d-dunno why ya were actin’ like i was gonna kiss ya or somethin’, j-just thought i seen somethin’ on your shoulder, t-that’s all it was, i swear!” mammon grumbles through his pouty lips, his ego a little bruised at the thought of you rejecting him. but you eventually feel bad when he continues to whine and sigh dramatically, causing you to lean in and steal a quick kiss before he immediately pulls you back in for another, messier one, his next words a mix of breathless and relieved when they’re spoken against your lips, pressing you against his chest. “t-took ya long enough—you’ve got some nerve stealin’ kisses from the mammon, i could still eat ya as payback, ya know!”

・✶ ｡ﾟLEVIATHAN

you were sitting in his room while he played games on his console, pressing slightly into his side as your head rests against his shoulder—levi’s attention immediately turning to you when he feels you fidget beside him. “h-hey, you’re not leaving yet, right?” the purple haired brother grunts, side eyeing you as his fingers continue to tap away at his controller like it’s second nature to him. “no, i’m just getting comfortable.” you reply, deliberately trying to meet his gaze as you watch the warm shade of pink bloom along his cheeks when you finally succeed. you watch him gulp, eyes not so discreetly darting from your lips to your gaze before he leans in slowly—blush only growing deeper the closer you get until you pull away and he snaps his head away immediately. “uh, s-sorry! i got distracted, p-pretend that didn’t happen.” levi grumbles, resuming his game despite the fact he seems to be doing a whole lot worse now than he was a few seconds ago, lips in a tight pout and you can tell he’s probably going through your ‘rejection’ a few too many times in his head —until you finally smear a kiss along his cheek and he gasps. “w-what was that for? oh no, could you tell i needed attention? m-maybe we should watch anime instead, im—uh, b-bored.”

・✶ ｡ﾟSATAN

he’d been out with his brothers and you’d text him to let him know you were waiting in his room for him to return—mostly just to pull this prank of him. but you still find yourself perking up slightly when you hear the door to his room sound, satan’s figure entering a few seconds later with one of his more gentle smiles before he shrugs off his jacket, hanging it up and approaching you, pulling you expectantly into his arms with a content sort of sigh after. “thank you for waiting, sweetheart.” he hums, voice like a drunken prayer when he looks at you, allowing his palm to rest against your cheek before he’s leaning in a few seconds later, excited to finally feel your lips against his considering he’s been fantasising about it since he left—not that he’d ever tell you that. so you can imagine his distaste when you dodge his advances, pulling a tsk from the blonde haired demon before he keeps the silence between you both for a few moments. “are you trying to tease me? because i kept you waiting?” satan grumbles finally, almost ignoring the growing blush on his cheeks when his fingers move to tighten around your jaw and he’s tilting your face to meet his, his lips ghosting yours as he growls “please know, i missed you today.” into the next, almost tender kiss.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ ASMODEOUS

you’d both spent most of the day in his room, cuddling in his silky sheets and sharing giggly kisses between movies and his rambling, but you thought his reaction would definitely be worth it when the idea came to your mind. waiting until asmo returns from his bathroom break and falls next to you with a sultry glint in his eye before he leans in for a kiss with a smooth “did you get lonely without me?” almost turning to stone when you dodge his lips immediately. “did.. did you just reject me? hmph, you don’t have to be shy, oh wait—are you teasing me? so cute, i’ll play along with your little games.” asmo hums, shooting you a wink and you’re almost in disbelief at his reaction because ofcourse he would never think you’d actually reject him. but instead you feel his delicate fingers smooth along your waist, his eyes still locked on yours while an almost teasing, dreamy smile sits on his lips and he leans in again, the sudden heavy atmosphere in the room causing you to meet his lips this time and he coos, his tone almost lifting to a whine at his last words. “see? i knew you couldn’t resist me. but don’t do that again, okay!”

・✶ ｡ﾟ BEELZEBUB

it had been a while since you’d seen the red haired demon, finding yourself suddenly gravitating towards the kitchen to seek out beel, a little bored and deciding to prank your boyfriend for means of entertainment. “beel?” you call, finding the looming demon’s huge body crouching by the fridge before he immediately turns at the sound of your voice, giddy smile on his lips as he ushers you over—standing to full height as he pulls you closer to him. “do you want to eat with me?” he hums, voice smooth as he watches you nod out a yes but when he leans in to kiss you in return you can’t help but lean away, watching the second youngest demons cheeks puff out into a pout at the action almost immediately, and you’re pretty sure you hear him whine quietly under his breath. “i’m hungry.” beel eventually grunts after a few seconds of silence and you almost sigh thinking he’d just skip over your ‘rejection’ until you look up to meet the almost hungry look in the violet eyes staring back at you. “well we’re gonna eat right?” you hum, dreamy, and beel’s broad chest expands with a breath before he leans in again “not now—i want something else.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ BELPHEGOR

you both regularly had nap dates, just enjoying each others presence and scrolling through your DDDs as you lay wrapped in eachother— you were just feeling a little annoying tbh. so when you felt belphie shuffle a little closer to you when he was showing you something, eyes flickering to yours momentarily— you knew he was going to lean in, stifling a smirk when you pull away slightly. he almost doesn’t react, except from the slight scrunching of his brows in confusion before he clears his throat and turns his attention back to his phone. it’s only a few moments later before you feel him nuzzle into your slightly, feeling him place a few chaste kisses against your shoulder and neck instead, before his lips move against the skin— voice gravely with sleep while his fingers trace almost soothing circles into your skin “you okay?” belphie hums, a little curious if you’re mad without giving away the fact that he just wants to kiss you, disguising it as just a regular check in. “yeah i’m fine.” “you sure?” he pulls back a little, looking at you for any signs of discomfort before his hand moves to gently rest against the back of your neck, finally leaning in for another kiss, and this time you let him.

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touyaspeach · 1 year

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Asmodeus loves to kiss you. His lips always taste so sweet, like lipgloss and candy, and he's so practiced that he always leaves you wanting more.

Asmodeus loves to fuck you. His moans are so pretty, his touch so calculated and perfect. He knows just where to touch, to grope and grab and pull and squeeze to make you feel amazing. He knows when to slow down or speed up. He knows how to make you melty and spent so easily.

Asmodeus loves to get fucked by you. He's the perfect pretty boy toy, clean and presented for you, shaven and pink and perfect. He lets you be rough, he lets you be gentle, he loves it when you use him.

But what he doesn't love, is the way his heart squeezes whenever you stay. When you kiss him sweetly and hold him close to your chest. When you give him genuine compliments that mean more than all the comments on his appearance. He doesn't love it when you take the time to clean him up, when your touches are gentle, tender, sweet.

He can't. No one has ever been so kind to him. Not like this. Not in this unfeigned, adoring way. You see him as a person and not an object and he doesn't know how to handle it.

He doesn't love it because he can't. He doesn't love you because if he does, if he really lets himself fall for you, then he won't know what to do with all of the emotions and feelings he's locked up deep in his chest. He won't know how to love you in return, in the way he knows you deserve. So, he doesn't.

#asmodeus fluff #asmodeus angst #obey me fluff #obey me angst #obey me smut #asmodeus smut #obey me asmo #thirst postin

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amaya-writes · 1 year

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Pulling in the obey me boys by the belt/tie or whatever and kissing them? I would like to know how they'd react to a reader wanting to try having more control. If you don't want to do all of them then just Asmo, Diavolo, Levi, Beel, and Simeon is fine by me

Notes: i wanted to do all of them but didn't have the time 😭 so I did the first 2

Warnings: no NSFW but there is a lot of kissing/lowkey making out in some

Characters involved: Asmodeus, Diavolo

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

Asmodeus

"You look amazing."

The compliment effortlessly rolled off of your lips at the sight of Asmodeus in the new suit he chose to try on, just like it had for every other piece of clothing he had picked out for the business dinner he and Mammon were supposed to attend.

But this time your words seemed to do more harm than good, for they only served to worsen the pout on Asmo's lips.

"You've said that for every other outfit too."

You couldn't help the giggle you let out at his annoyed state, but were quick to hop up from your perch on his bed and slot yourself before Asmo just as he began to complain.

"Honestly, I-"

Tugging on his perfectly ironed tie probably wasn't the best way to shut him up, but you found it hard to care about the repercussions of your actions when Asmodeus let out such a cute whine as your lips softly pressed against his.

You stayed like that for a moment, with his tie fisted in one of your hands while the other settled on his jaw to deepen the kiss.

By the time you pulled away the both of you were visibly breathless and a pink flush dusted Asmodeus's cheeks. A sight that heavily contradicted the smirk he sent your way as he leaned in for another kiss.

And another, and another, until the two of you forgot why you were kissing in the first place. However, your bubble was quickly burst by a loud call from a very impatient Mammon.

"Hmm I think I'll stick with this suit."

Asmo placed one last peck on your lips before straightening himself up and bidding you goodbye, but you found yourself rooted in your spot even as he disappeared past the bedroom door.

You had discovered a new side of Asmodeus that day. And you planned to exploit it without restraint.

Diavolo

"Dia!"

That was the fifth time you had called out the demon prince's name, but just like every other time your affectionate call was ignored by the brunette.

It wasn't like he was trying to ignore you. You would have probably lost your temper by then if that was the case.

Diavolo was just distracted by the pile of paperwork before him, so much so that he seemed to lose track of what was happening around him.

This wasn't the first time he had gotten so awfully absorbed in his work. Perhaps that was why you found it easy to lean against his desk and loop your foot around the bottom of his chair so that you could roll it towards you.

Diavolo snapped his gaze away from his papers at the sudden gesture, instead turning to finally face you.

"Did you need something, my love?"

The pet name helped vanquish any lingering annoyance you felt, making room for the longing you had felt all day.

It was why you allowed one of your hands to wrap around Diavolo's tie and pull him towards you for a short but sweet kiss, one that he was more than happy to reciprocate after a surprised pause.

"I miss you."

You could tell he knew what you were doing with your small pouts and seemingly innocent whispers, but somehow, Diavolo didn't seem to mind your little tricks to distract him.

If anything he seemed more than amused as he tugged you down to him until you were seated on his lap.

One of his hands remained wrapped around your waist while the other returned to the pile of papers before him, however the way Diavolo shifted to lean his chin on your shoulder as he read through the paper scribbled small notes told you everything he couldn't.

The crown prince of the Devildom was a busy demon, but even with so many tasks piling upon his shoulders, he would always find a way to make time for you.

Especially if you asked so cutely.

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angelltheninth · 3 months

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Obey Me Brothers Take You to Prom

Pairing: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, prom, dancing, shopping, dressing up, taking pictures, kisses, protectiveness

A/N: I would go with Lucifer or Asmodeus if they asked me.

Lucifer hogs the spotlight with you the whole time you're at the prom dance. He has to make sure you're the best looking couple there, with the most eyes on you. Damn right his girlfriend is the prettiest one there and everyone has to know it.

Mammon takes you clothes shopping months in advance. There are more pictures in his phone of you prom outfits then of the notes he'd take for class. The one that is taken of the two of you on prom night becomes his new wallpaper.

Leviathan feels bad about his lousy dancing skills and is scared that he would embarrass you during the party. Pictures go fine but you don't dance in front of everyone, you go out to the school gardens. There you have more privacy and he doesn't need to be nervous.

Satan notices people staring at you while you're dancing. He hates that you're getting so much attention from other men, he's possessive over you. One of the reasons he wanted to avoid prom night was this very reason, but kissing you is better then a fight.

Asmodeus tries his best to keep himself under control while he's dancing with you. Your bare leg teasing him when you hook it around his hip, pulling him close for a kiss after the dance ends it the final straw for him, he needs to find an empty room for the two of you.

Beelzebub is in charge of snacks and drinks served there and tells you what the best ones are. He makes sure you get the best of the best. The best is what you deserve after making him feel like the happiest man in the world.

Belphegor would rather dance with you in the privacy of his bedroom then go out into the big crowd. Still makes it as romantic and fun as possible, with balloons, music and even puts effort into dressing up for you. Which is more effort then he put in all his studies this year.

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luxthestrange · 1 year

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Incorrect quotes#784 Daddy said No

Daughter(6)*Reading next to her daddy*If i get a boyfriend-

Asmo*Painting his nails*Daddy will break his legs~

Daughter(6)*Squints eyes at him* NO DADDY!

Asmo: Yes I will~And Guess what would happen after that?

Daughter(6):DAD!-WHAT!?

Asmo: See your 'Boyfriend' daddy, Daddy will keep him hostage and keep him in a cupboard~

Daughter(6)*Starts to crawl onto his lap and squeezes his cheeks to make him look at her*Dad, Listen...I want a boyfriend...Im getting a boyfriend!

Asmo: You're not getting a boyfriend, Your gonna be a nun, Your gonna work for Jesus

Daughter(6): WHO IS JESUS!?-

PERSONAL headcanon...Asmo is an overprotective daddy with a strict of no bfs/gfs for his kids...Think Tamaki From OHSHC kinda protective...

#obey me #obey me!#obey me mc #obey me gn!mc #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me x gn!mc #obey me x gn!reader #obey me asmodeus #asmodeus x reader #asmodeus fluff #obey me fluff #obey me incorrect quotes #obey me headcanon #incorrect quotes

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sister-lucifer · 2 years

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Got any ideas for the demon bros with an MC who can carry them?

The Demon Bros with an MC who likes to carry them

Demon Bros x Gender Neutral Reader (separately)

Genre: Fluff

Content/Warnings: Mammon being a dumb tsundere, Asmo’s innuendos, Reader is a big strong sweetheart, very brief and small mentions of NSFW

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*Asmodues uses he/she pronouns

Lucifer

Oooohhh man

Luci is, to put it bluntly, quite startled the first time you pick him up

He’s used to thinking of humans as these fragile, puny little things

So this was…jarring

“W-What do you think you’re doing, human?!”

He’s used to being the one in charge, being the big domineering force

So to suddenly be made to feel so small and frail is so foreign

It puts butterflies in his stomach in a way he cannot explain and has never experienced before

“Put me down, foolish human! …Why? B-Because I cant have anyone see me like this!”

But he’ll think about it for days after

He won’t ask for you to do it again, but if you do he’ll fight you significantly less

He’ll grumble, but he won’t thrash in surprise

“I don’t understand why you insist on doing this…No, that does not mean put me down. If you like it then…continue.”

Once he gets more comfortable with the idea he’ll start “asking” you to pick him up

I put “asking” in quotes because he’ll really just hug you tight and whine and hope you get what he’s asking

If you don’t, he’ll get frustrated and simply demand it

It feels so nice to be held and carried, to finally be the one being supported

To be lifted off his aching feet and give his body a break

He needs more of that

His favorite time to be held is after a long day

Especially if you carry him to his bed

He’ll cuddle into your chest and cling to you until you put him down

Please stay and lay next to him

Please

Mammon

Nearly shits his pants he’s so scared

“WOAH WOAH WOAH HOLY SHIT! PUT ME DOWN DUMBASS!”

Kicks and flails like you’re holding him over the side of a cliff

Hold him a bit tighter and shush him and he’ll calm down

Only for a few moments though

Then the embarrassment sets in, and his face goes red hot at the close proximity

“Okay, okay! Y-You’ve had yer fun! Now put me down before somethin’ bad happens, ya idiot…”

Crosses his arms and huffs as you put him down

Like Lucifer, he won’t stop thinking about it for days

Won’t do anything in front of his brothers, he couldn’t take the teasing

But in private he’s much more open

He’ll plop himself in your lap and simply demand to be carried

And if you’re alone in the House of Lamentation he loves to be held while you do stuff around the house or just walk around

He’s always looking for an excuse to jump into your arms as well

“I think I saw a demon rat! What? N-No, I’m not scared, I just don’t wanna get bit! Those things are wicked good at hiding, so maybe you should hold me for a while, just in case!”

Likes to be held against your chest the most, but if you throw him over your shoulder (especially if you’re going up to the bedroom for…alone time) he’ll get so flustered his brain shuts down

Give his ass a playful slap too

You’ll have him wrapped around your finger

Leviathan

Nearly flatlines

Red faced immediately

Melts when he looks up to see you smiling down at him

A thousand anime scenes of this scenario are flashing through his head guarantee it

He tries to speak but it just comes out as whimpers and stutters

Physically cannot form words

So instead he gives up on speaking and just throws his arms around your neck

He can’t say a word or look you in the eyes, but he’s definitely not protesting

He might be trembling a bit, though

Don’t worry, it’s good nervousness

You make him nervous in the best way

“O-Oh my stars…I-I didn’t…this is…woah….”

Poor sweet baby is flabbergasted

Assure him he’s okay and that you won’t drop him, and then he’ll calm down a bit

“I’ve imagined being swooped up by a brave hero before, but…this is even better!”

His love language is definitely physical touch, so he enjoys not only being held and cuddles but carried as well

Especially if you talk down to him sweetly

Oh, he’ll look up at you with the most love drunk expression

He’s definitely the most forward about wanting to be held

He’ll sit on your lap or if he’s really desperate even jump up and wrap his legs around you

“Will you, um…p-please carry me? You don’t have to, I-I just…really want to right now…”

He WILL reach up and do the cute little grabby hands

And he WILL say “pwetty pwease” if he has to

He loves his strong human

Satan

One of the more nonchalant reactions

He’s a bit surprised at first, but doesn’t really mind it

“Oh, what are you— Human? Is this some kind of game? …No? Hm, alright then.”

Once he’s ascertained that you don’t need anything and simply wanted to pick him up, he’s done asking questions

As long as you let him read while you hold him bridal style, he’s all good

It’s quite nice, being rocked by your steps and small movements while he gets back into his book

He’ll blush a bit if one of his brothers sees, but he doesn’t care enough to make you put him down

If you have this skill, you may as well use it

And you like carrying him too, so it’s a win-win!

Every once in a while he’ll plant himself on your lap and ask to be carried, but he doesn’t particularly desire it, so he’ll simply wait for you to do it if you’d like

He’ll gladly oblige any time

Asmodeus

Squeals in delight the first time you pick him up

She’s simply giddy with excitement at this newfound ability!

“Oh, human! You’re so strong! You know I loooove being manhandled…”

His mind wanders to the gutter very quickly, so be ready for that

Jumps into your ames whenever he sees you

He’s the shortest/smallest one, so it’s not like it’s particularly jarring or anything

She’s always taking you to stores with her so you can lift her up and help her get stuff from the top shelves

“Oh dear, those shoes are so high up! Could you be a dear and lift me? Pretty please?”

Giggles like a schoolgirl with a crush whenever you lift her

He’s pretty much always clinging to you, even if he doesn’t have a good reason

He’s shameless

And he wants what he wants

And he is going to make it everyone else’s problem until he gets it

So be a good little human and hold her, okay?

Beelzebub

Definitely the most unbothered

Doesn’t even stop eating his snack

It’s a bit odd seeing as he’s used to being the biggest and strongest, but it’s definitely not bad

Doesn’t crave to be held, but also doesn’t dislike it

If you want to carry him, feel free to do whenever you’d like! No need to ask

He trusts you enough to hold him tight without so much as a word

Which is good since 60% of the time he can’t even say words with all that food in his mouth

“You wanna carry me? Uh…can I ask why? ‘Just because?’ Alright then, but I’m not putting down my sandwich, okay?”

He’s pretty good at picking up on emotions, so to him it’s plain as day that it makes you happy

And it makes him to happy to know you’re happy

So he gladly goes along with it

Because why shouldn’t he? It’s not hurting anything

Even if it was, he would readily accept the consequences if it meant seeing you smile

Belphegor

Oh this sleepy motherfucker is IN LOVE

Absolutely melts against you when you pick him up

Sighs happily and shit too

You’re so warm and he feels so secure in your arms, he could sleep here forever!

“Wow, this is so comfy…how much would I have to pay you to get carried around all day?”

You’ll gladly do it for free, don’t worry Belphie

He likes when you carry him while you walk, the steady movements of your steps lull him to sleep

90% of the time he’s asleep within the first two minutes of being held

He’s the best at asking to be held or carried to

“Hey, human, ‘m getting sleepy. Would you hold me until I fall asleep? I can’t get comfortable without you.”

Bonus points if you hum him a lullaby

He’ll fall asleep with a smile on his face

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sheepiemc · 7 months

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Seven Stupid Reasons to Summon a Demon

Reason #5: need help picking an outfit

CW: suggestive themes (bc it's asmo, c'mon)

You stand in front of your closet, hands on your hips, with a look of deep concentration. You stare at all the clothes, just hanging there, but you aren’t really seeing it. Inside your mind's eye, you picture it.

The most mundane fashion show in the history of existence.

One by one, you try on your pre-planned outfits, each one somehow worse than the last.

Tonight is a big deal.

You somehow managed to snag an invite to a very important party for your work and you wanted — no you needed — to make a dazzling impression. Not only are important people from your work going to be in attendance but important people from your city and even across the world will be there as well. You might be confident in a room of people you know but there are going to be innumerable important strangers all around you tonight and you’ve been nervous all week just thinking about it.

That's why your outfit had to be perfect.

We all know the old adage “don't judge a book by its cover” and we all know it simply isn't true. You can tell a lot about a book by its cover — people are paid a lot of money to make those covers as eye-catching and appealing as possible. The same goes for people. The way you appear to others is your first impression to them before any words even leave your mouth. Have you ever taken one look at someone and decided you just didn't like them? Tonight, you needed an outfit that would do the exact opposite.

When the pathetic little fashion show in the theater of your mind fails, you start to pull things out of your closet. Maybe seeing them in real life will inspire you? You hold pieces against you and, when that doesn’t work, you start trying things on because maybe you’re just not seeing things in the right light. No, this one’s too boring. These two don’t go that well together! This one doesn’t even fit right anymore. After you reject a piece, it gets tossed into a frustrated heap on your floor. This goes on for who knows how long but it ends with you a sweaty, tired mess from wrestling yourself into garments and peeling them away from your body when they inevitably get rejected. Nope, there’s nothing! Nothing is right!

You let out a frustrated shout — a drawn-out noise that makes you feel better after you release it. You turn away from the pile of discarded clothes and look over to your desk, with your small collection of makeup hiding in a drawer somewhere. Maybe you didn't wear makeup all that often but you did keep enough to have options when the special occasion arose. Perhaps you’ll have more luck with that? Or maybe you just want to keep your hands busy so you don't feel absolutely useless right now.

You pull up a way-too-small mirror and turn your desk lamp towards you, giving your face a harsh, sharp edge — not in the cool, modelesque way but in the scary, nosferatu kind of way. You grimace and look over your choices. You have a few palettes… but maybe you should start with the eyeliner? That's always the toughest part.

You take a deep breath and line from the inner corner of your eye. You try to keep a steady hand but thinking about how shaky your hand feels only makes it shakier. You thicken the line to cover up the bumps.

Okay…

Not the look you were going for but maybe you can work with it.

You try to replicate what you did on the other eye, starting from the wing inward. Now, that was your second mistake (first one being starting with the eyeliner). Your left eye's wing is pointing in a completely different direction from the right one and it's way thinner. No problem, you’ll just thicken it so the difference isn’t so obvious.

Well now it’s even thicker than the right wing.

You try to even them out one more time before you realize how ridiculous you look. You press the heels of your hands to your eyelids and rub them in frustration. The smudged makeup doesn't even look any worse than what you had done to yourself before.

You let your head fall to your desk and heave a big sigh. It was time to admit you needed help. After a few self-pitying minutes, you lift your head off your desk and focus on a picture you taped up to your wall, a picture you looked at everyday.

You smile at the memory it depicts and pull it off the wall.

When you suggested taking a photo as a summoning token, the photoshoot lasted way longer than it needed to. Plenty of perfectly fine pictures were disregarded because of some supposed imperfection Asmodeus saw (which was impossible because the Avatar of Lust was literally flawless - that much he said himself).

Obviously, you knew he only said this because he wanted to take more pictures, spend more time with you before you left again. Any of those pictures would have worked but, you have to admit, the one you now hold in your hand is pretty special.

After several pictures that “just didn't work”, Asmo had surprised you by picking you up - bridal style - and collapsing onto his bed with you. With one arm around your waist, tickling your side, he managed to get an awesome picture of you laughing while he kissed your neck.

It's one of your favorite pictures of all time, not just of you two together. You even decorated it with stickers on an app on your phone before printing it out so you could have a physical copy of it.

The printout made him easier to summon so you don't have to scroll so far back on your phone whenever you want to see him (because if you didn't change it immediately when Asmo set it as your phone wallpaper, you would have started a war).

You hold the picture close to your chest and concentrate. You open your eyes in time to watch the bright pink light fade before you feel a presence behind you.

“Darling!” Asmo wastes no time, throwing his arms around your neck and leaning all his body weight on your shoulders. If you weren't sitting down, the force of his deceptively strong frame might have knocked you to the floor.

He turns your face to his and pulls back, gasping sharply when he sees the mess you made. “Oh,” he holds you at arm's length and looks you up and down, flinching at the state your face is in. “Honey, no… What happened?” His words hold no judgment (well, a little judgment), just mild concern.

“Asmo,” you turn around in your seat to face him, “I need your help.”

“Clearly.”

You ignore the slight remark and continue explaining.

“I have a party for work tonight that’s very important and I really want to make a good impression on everyone.”

“Naturally.”

“I couldn’t decide on a look with the clothes in my closet…”

“Mhmmm…” Asmo nods uncertainly and looks at the piles of clothes around, grimacing just a little.

“So,” you continue, “I thought maybe it would be easier to start with a makeup look…”

Asmo crosses his arms and covers his mouth with his hand. When he looks back at you, the only emotion you can read on his face is pity. He makes a vaguely disapproving noise, tinged with sympathy.

You sigh at his reaction, “I’m at the end of my rope here!” You stand up and grab a forgotten plastic bag that fell off your desk in the fashion show fray. “I even tried shopping after work today but I'm not sure what I bought will work.”

“Sweetie, you should’ve called me earlier. You know I love to go shopping!” He pouts prettily. “Especially when I have a particularly cute doll to dress up.”

“I know, Asmo,” you hold his hands, “but I’m trying not to break the bank! I can't say no to you and you have very expensive taste. Can you help me now?”

He looks at the shopping bag, then at the pile of clothes on the floor. “You want me to work with this?” He turns his nose up at a white button-up shirt with large glitter stars covering one side. “I don’t know, darling, I have a vision for you and this… just isn’t it.”

“I don't have a lot of time, the party is in like 2 hours.” You clasp his hands in yours and make a pleading gesture. “Whatever you can do, I would really, really appreciate it.”

He thinks for a moment, then he looks back at you. You see him recoil (only a little) before he makes a decision. “Okay, sweetie, but we really gotta fix…” He gestures to your face, “this, first.”

Normally, you might be offended by his brashness but you saw yourself in the mirror.

You know.

You release his hands and gesture to your makeup sitting on the desk. Asmo tsks at you and holds you by your shoulders, prompting you to lift from your seat. You let him guide you to your bed where he sits you down. You give him a questioning look.

“Better lighting, dear,” he gestures to the lamp by your bed.

You squint at him and he smiles innocently while his eyes sparkle with mischief. You're walking right into a trap and you know it but sometimes it's better to just play along — especially considering you’re the one that really needs his help right now.

You roll your eyes as he steps back to look at your face — obscured by the lamplight shining behind you.

“Hmmm,” he pauses to consider for a moment, as if this wasn’t his plan all along. “Looks like you’re going to have to lay down for me, darling,” he puts both his hands on your shoulders again and gently pushes you to lie on the bed.

You stare up at him and his eyes never leave yours.

Your face is now fully illuminated by the lamp.

Asmo smiles, a gentle smile that softens the rest of his features. He brushes the hair out of your face and says, “Let me just get my tools, I'll be right back.”

It’s the way he said those words that sends a shiver down your spine.

You stare at the ceiling as Asmo walks over to your desk. As he rifles through your meager makeup collection, you hear him mutter vaguely insulting things under his breath. He gathers up what he’ll need to fix up the mess you made and returns to your bed.

He tells you to scoot over and you make room for him.

What you don't expect is for him to hitch a leg over your hip and straddle your middle — and yet he does exactly that. You make a surprised “EEP” and feel your face heat up at the contact.

“I get a better angle this way, honey,” Asmo looks down at you, smiling mischievously.

He pulls out a makeup remover wipe and gingerly rubs your eyes clean. You swallow thickly as he leans forward, resting his forearm against your shoulder, enough pressure to know it's there but not so much that it'll start hurting. His touch on your face is so gentle, you wonder if the eyeliner is even coming off, but the black stain on the wipe confirms it must have.

“There,” he sits up and you open your eyes, “now I have a fresh canvas to work with.” He uses two fingers to hold your chin while he pushes your head back and forth to get a better look at you, your cheeks still red hot from the position you have somehow managed to get yourself into.

“Mmm, what a lovely color your face is,” he leans in again, real close, so close you can feel his breath fanning over your face. “I should make a blush shade this exact color and name it after you.” His featherlight fingers caress your cheek as your heart flutters wildly in your ribcage. You're sure he feels it, too, with how close you are.

“Asmo, I think—” Wow, that came out higher than you thought it would. His smile widens. You clear your throat and try to control your wavering voice, “Asmo, I think we’re getting a little distracted here…” You close your eyes and try to steady your breath.

You can hear the self-satisfied smirk in his voice as he says, “You asked me for my help, darling.” Then, you hear a small container open and feel a soft brush touch your closed eyelid, “I’m helping.”

He continues to work his magic in content silence, which you are grateful for. You don't think you would be able to keep up a conversation while the Avatar of Lust is literally sitting in your lap. You just follow his instructions and do as he says and when he’s finally satisfied with the results, he presents the mirror in front of you.

You gasp.

The difference is night and day. Whatever it was you were trying to create doesn’t hold a candle to Asmo’s handiwork. It's subtle but beautiful, with natural shades highlighting your skin tone, a thin sharp wing and glittering gold accents. It's simple yet stunning. He even does a full face that matches your taste.

You're speechless.

“Asmo…”

“I know, honey. You don't have to say anything,” he gracefully lifts himself off of you and pulls you off the bed.

“Now,” he says as you continue to admire your reflection, “let's do something about this outfit business. Since an emergency shopping trip is out of the question,” he makes a predatory circle around you, “I guess we’ll just have to make do.” He picks up one of the bags of new stuff you bought and pulls out a white jacket.

“This does give me an idea,” he mumbles under his breath, “No, I couldn’t possibly.”

But your interest is piqued.

“Please, Asmo,” you tear your eyes away from the mirror and look at him, “I'm desperate, I'll beg if I have to!”

“Oh,” Asmo shudders dramatically, “you know I love to see you on your knees, dove.”

You sigh and push past the embarrassment, ready to fall to your knees if that's what it takes.

Asmo laughs, a sharp trill — you know he's up to something.

“Okay, MC,” No nickname — he’s serious. “I would much rather get you a fabulous outfit you can wear whenever you like, but since you say we don’t have time for that, I’m willing to make a deal.”

A deal with a devil? Sure, you see no problem with that.

“I’ll use my magic to cast a glamour over you. You and everyone around you will be able to see, touch, even smell the clothes on you. But, it will only last until midnight. And it will come at a price.”

You swear his eyes are glowing pink right now but after doing some calculations in your head, you determine it’ll be worth whatever price to show up absolutely everyone at this party.

“Deal,” you hold out your hand.

Asmo smiles.

He won.

“Excellent,” he grabs your hand and pink flames surround it. You smell sulfur. You look back up at him and all you can see are his glowing pink eyes, his wings and horns barely register.

They pull you in, consume you. You hear him speak but the words sound muffled, like you’re underwater.

Still holding your hand, you hear him say, “For this, I require… one kiss as payment.”

You snap back to reality.

“That’s it? A kiss?”

And you thought it was gonna be bad.

You take his hand that you're still holding and plant a kiss on the back of it, with a smug smile on your face.

His eye twitches ever so slightly and his easy smile strains a little. A hum that sounds like a humorless laugh escapes him.

It’s game on.

He takes your hand and spins you around — the pink flames return and swallow your vision. Asmo releases you with a flourish and presents a spectral, floating mirror for you to observe and admire his creation.

You’re wearing a white suit — jacket and pants — with no shirt underneath. The exposed skin shimmers with a gold light. Your shoes are pointy and gold, bringing the edgy glam of the whole outfit full circle. The white garments are so pristine, you know if this wasn’t a glamour, there's no way you would be able to keep it that way the whole night.

“It’s stunning, Asmo, amazing even!” You nervously touch the sparkling exposed skin of your chest.

Asmo reads your expression like a book. “Is something the matter, love?”

“Mmmm…” Why are you so hesitant to say something? You cross your arms over your chest. “This is a work party, and I'm pretty sure they’ll take ‘no shirt, no shoes, no service’ very seriously.”

He lets out an offended scoff. “You want me to just change my vision, darling?”

You turn to him and pout, sporting your best puppy dog eyes.

He scowls at you because you both know he can’t say no to you either. “Okay… but it’s going to cost you extra.”

You grab his hand and bow, bending low to bring your face closer to his hand. You hold it close to your mouth before he says, “And it can’t be in the same place twice!”

Of course, it wouldn’t be that easy.

You turn his hand around and bring your lips to the soft skin of his inner wrist. You place a gentle kiss there and smile up at him, never breaking eye contact.

No words leave his mouth but the look in his eyes says, “So, that’s how we’re going to play this then?”

As soon as you straighten out, a flash of pink presents you with a new outfit in the mirror. This time, your torso is covered by a lacy bustier, just barely giving you a sense of modesty.

You put your hands on your hips and look at Asmo standing behind you through the mirror, “This is not what I meant. This barely counts as a shirt!”

He groans in frustration, “You're killing me, beautiful.”

You walk around to stand behind him and snake your arms around his middle. You kiss the exposed tattoo on his shoulder and say, “I’m sorry.”

He tilts his head away from you and another pink flash envelops you. He steps aside to reveal your new outfit. This time, you're wearing a lacy high-neck, sleeveless shirt. It's skin tight. It's white.

And you’re also wearing a black body harness, on top of the shirt but under the jacket.

You turn to him again. “I can’t be wearing this to a work event!”

“Hmm, you're right.” He presents his neck to you and closes his eyes. You roll yours and plant a quick peck on his neck.

He doesn't try to hide the disappointment on his face. He turns you around again, pink flames taking you once again.

This time the lace shirt is black.

But you’re still wearing the harness.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

“But darling, the edge! I need something to tell the world you’re not one to mess with…”

You turn him once more and grab his face roughly with both hands. He looks a little startled but when he searches your eyes, he finds fading frustration. No tricks, only sincerity.

You smile gently.

“I trust you.”

You turn his face to the side and press a soft, lingering kiss to the side of his face, close to the corner of his mouth. You see a slight blush creep across his pretty face before the pink flames take you once again.

You face yourself in the mirror as Asmo stands behind you. His compromise on the body harness is an elaborate gold body chain. It’s so intricate, you wonder how you would get into it if it wasn’t glamoured onto you.

“It’s perfect!” You smile at him big, first in the mirror, then you turn your head to look at him in person.

He smiles down at you and tucks a finger under your chin. “You’re perfect.”

“Thankyouthankyouthankyou!” You throw your arms around his neck and hold him tight, “Thank you so much!”

“Knock them dead, darling. And remember: the glamour is gone by midnight,” he pulls back to look at you, the devilish glint in his eyes returning, “So you better be back here before then…”

Your outfit is a hit! You have a lot of fun showing off and dazzling everyone who even catches a glimpse of you. However, as you make merry and enjoy the party, Asmodeus’s final words to you bounce around your skull for the rest of your night…

“I’ll be waiting for you.”

#obey me shall we date #obey me fanfic #obey me asmodeus #obey me mc #asmodeus x mc #asmodeus x reader #asmodeus fluff #originally posted on ao3 #i love asmo being a little devious... a little bitchy.... as he should be...#op #fic

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saetoru · 2 years

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TEE!!!!!! If you hafta rank the Demon Brothers as kissers on a scale of you-took-my-breath-away to practice-kissing-on-a-mirror-first, who ranks where and why? For science. 👉🏻👈🏻 /lh

𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐘 𝐌𝐄 + 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒

includes: lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, belphegor

notes: for research purposes i gave you the full analysis

✰ 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑 kisses deep and slow, sensually like he's breathing you in. he has one arm wrapped around your waist and the other one cupping your cheek gently, and he hums as soon as his lips meet yours, almost in relief. he pulls away briefly and murmurs soft nothings against your lips in between kisses with a light dust of crimson blooming across his cheeks, just to remind you why you're his, and he leaves your head spinning as he overtakes all your senses.

✰ 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐙𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐁 kisses hungrily—which isn't a surprise, but he's all-encompassing, nipping at your lips as he leans back in over and over again for just one more taste. it's a mess of teeth and tongue, but it's a good mess, a comforting one. his arms are strong and safe, and he pulls you flush against his sturdy chest, gripping your waist firmly as his thumbs sneak under your shirt to rub your bare skin, shielding you from the rest of the world as he steals you for himself for just a moment.

✰ 𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐔𝐒 gives the sweetest giggly kisses, he has soft lips and there's the slightest lingering taste of his lip balm. he maps your face and learns every dip and curve of your features, leaving tiny, feather-soft pecks along your skin that leave you huffing out giddy laughs before he finally meets your lips, kissing you delicately like you're fragile. he's careful, makes sure he's always gentle with you, makes sure he smiles into every kiss until you can't help but smile too.

✰ 𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍 is a needy kisser. he tries to be smug and wait for you to lean in, but then he's impatient and closes the gap before you can. his hands can't decide which part of you he wants to feel, so they're roaming every inch of you as he pants against your mouth. he leans back in every time you pull away, the softest of whines pulling from his throat, telling you he's not ready to let go yet. sometimes he misses the memo that you need air, but he's so cute you let it slide.

✰ 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐍 kisses passionately, it's romantic and there's so much longing as he pours himself into you. he can't always say what's on his mind, but you don't need him to when he cups both cheeks and dips you back just a little, sometimes letting out a soft, gleeful chuckle or two against your mouth. his kisses are a little too careful, sometimes a tad bit too short, like he's somewhat unsure of himself, but he always leans his forehead against you afterward to admire you.

✰ 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑 gives those warm, lazy kisses. they feel like the world has stopped and it's just you two, nowhere to be and nowhere to go. he tosses every thought and pushes every worry out of your head until all you feel is him, making you exhale softly against his mouth, but sometimes he leaves you wanting more action, leaves you craving something a bit more fast-paced to really steal your breath.

✰ 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 is a shy, hesitant kisser, and it's cute, it steals your heart and makes you giggle as you bump noses, one hand cupping the back of his head and pulling him closer as the other laces fingers with his. your thumb rubs softly over his knuckles comfortingly when he's a bit unsure as he molds his lips against yours, and he gets flustered really easily, but he lets out a shy giggle that makes your heart soar, and he always promises he'll get better by next time.

SOBS I LOVE THEM. theyre all good kissers but this is the order i think they would have room to improve in

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