#asmo x y/n

[kpop-otome-yandere-here]

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

Asmo: Yeah, I’m on it!

Mc:

Asmo:

Mc:UP, Asmo.

Asmo: Right, sorry. Force of habit.

[thebellearchives]

𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐃 🔞 minors dni

~ asmodeus ; obey me

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : Asmodeus’ thoughts run wild when he sees you dancing at a party

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : asmo x fem!mc, smut, oral (fem receiving), major switch behaviour from asmo, consumption of alcohol, mentions of drugs and tobacco

‧₊˚ a / n : definitely did not expect Asmo to be the second character I’d write smut for but yeah, here’s this piece i was talking about in that poll ~

Everything was hazy in your eyes, your memory had gradually become short-termed. The beat of the bass through the speakers banging against your eardrums dictating the moves of your body. You were unaware of the time, but you did know you had danced with several people throughout the night. Your skin had felt sticky with sweat and spilled liquor at some point but that was now forgotten in the middle the clinking of demonus glasses and demons singing to the music. You drank more from your vodka glass bottle, which Asmo had been kind enough to bring to the party considering you couldn’t get drunk off demonus.

The avatar of lust had been staring at you for a while. Lost in the sea of bodies it had been difficult for the rest of the brothers to find you and hog you all to themselves, but Asmodeus had been very careful to keep you nearby. His honey eyes sliding from your alcohol-drenched shiny lips to your cleavage, making their way down to the skin tight black dress, the way it hugged your breasts, your waist, your thighs... the demon felt jealous. Maybe he should help you get rid of it, the fact that your dress was grasping your body and he wasn’t was unthinkable to him.

Asmodeus wasn’t one to daydream, he would usually just go for it. He saw someone he liked? He wouldn’t wait a heartbeat to bat his lashes, buy them a drink, flirt here and there, see how far could he take things without making use of his charming abilities. It was all a game to him, and if he performed well enough you bet he’d get a nice price at the end of the night. And right now, there was nothing in the three realms he wanted more than a prize coming from you, but he was just so mesmerized by the swaying of your hips that he couldn’t move. He thought about getting closer to you through the multitude and scent of minted tobacco, he’d pull you away from that group of nobodies you were dancing with. Bump into your body and blame it on the amount of people in the dance floor, hold you from your hips to keep you steady.

“You okay there, Mc? Don’t fall!” he’d smile, but he wouldn’t take his hands off, pressing you against him from your lower back.

He imagines you’d give in to him, because who wouldn’t? He had those hypnotizing eyes that could make you melt into his smooth arms, your hands would trail up to his neck. His mind could visualize so clearly the way you’d flutter your lashes to look up to him, your tongue would dart out and slide across your lower lip. Were you thirsty for more alcohol? Maybe for a taste of him? He for sure was thirsty of you. And he’d lean in to inhale your enticing scent from under your jawline, his breathing making you shiver in his arms. His fingers would try and find their way under your dress, but as soon as his fingertips had the chance to catch a graze of glory you’d hitch a breath and pull him from his shirt.

“Not here” your whisper tinged with mischief, his senses would get filled with that smell he knew oh so well: lust.

Sweet, intoxicating smell of sin that would make his head spin in delirium. So you’d make your way out of the crowd in each others arms, skin stuck on skin on such a dense atmosphere filled with narcotics and liquor no one would even notice the way the personification of lust would pull from your waist, tempting you into the pits of unmeasurable pleasure. He’d like to think he’d be leading a little lamb to join him in the point of no return but he knows you wouldn’t be such a sweet little innocent girl. Because he can picture you hanging around his neck like a diamond. And fuck, wasn’t he weak to such expensive and beautiful things.

Your eyes would pursue his until you’d find a dark empty room somewhere, you’d crush your lips onto his and he’d ram you against the wall. The taste of vodka in your tongue driving him mad, he’d accidentally scratch your arms and you’d let out a pained, erotic whine that would only fuel his desire for more. He could only imagine all the different sounds he could pull out that pretty mouth of yours. You’d bite his lips in search of more of that aphrodisiac venom dripping from his mouth and he’d give in so quickly, wishing for you to show him what you got planned for him. Your hands gripping his shoulders and pushing him to the floor, hovering over him and your knees at each side of his hips. He’d slide down the zipper of your dress only for you to sit up above him and slide it down your body. Amber eyes would revel in your beauty and feel like the world is in his arms. He’d be so impatient as to finally know what it would feel like to be yours, but oh wouldn’t he like to let you know what if feels like to be his too, the narcissism and desire fighting inside of him. So the demon would change his mind, quickly wrapping his arms around you and rolling to the side so he’d be the one on top. Getting rid of your clothes was conflicting to him, he wanted to do it slowly so he could really enjoy it, but he was just so bewitched by your panting that at that point any fabric was just an annoyance. He’d pin your wrists to the floor and taste your skin from your neck to your clavicles, enjoying every single bit of the shaky reactions of your body. His tongue would swirl around one of your nipples, and he’d set free one of your wrists to make sure he’d give fair attention to the other one. More whines would come tumbling down from your lips like a siren song, driving him crazy with every single note. But he wouldn’t linger, the moment your head would give in and softly hit the floor he’d move on, his hot breath trailing your feverish skin down to your sensitive spot. For a moment, he wouldn’t resist a bit of teasing, and he’d make sure you feel his breath hesitate. His name leaving your lips in an almost religious plead would make him chuckle, but he’d reward you for pronouncing his name in such a needy whimper, so his wet tongue would then slide across your folds, making the muscles of your belly tense and contract, a breathy and high pitched moan whistling out of your throat. Your fingers tugging from his champagne-coloured locks, his arms holding your thighs firmly in place, his tongue lapping unmercifully, your back arching and desperate moans echoing through the pitch dark room until you end up clawing at the floor and he can taste the flavour of your orgasm, drinking it up as if it were the demonus in his cup.

Oh, right, there was still demonus in his cup. And you were still there dancing with unknown demons. He shook his head to come back down to earth, careful not to let his thoughts drift along the curves of your dancing body again. He walked up to your group and pretended to accidentally bump into you.

“You okay there, Mc? Don’t fall!” his wide smile greeted you, and his hands on your hips made sure to keep you steady.

“Yeah, thanks” you giggled, your lashes fluttered upwards in search of his eyes.

Oh, he has such hypnotizing eyes you thought, almost melting into his arms.

[bloodynectarine]

I could just eat you up

Asmo decides that there's no better way to boost your self-esteem than to aggressively make out with you for an hour. Or two.

tags. asmo x mc, dominant asmo, gender-neutral mc, insecure mc, body worshiping, nsfw (mostly kissing but undeniably horny), mdni.

notes. i think that asmo is the type of guy (demon) that would get really hurt if you feel insecure about the way you look. it's my first time writing something that goes beyond hand-holding, but it had to be done, i want more dom asmo out in the universe.

“You can never go wrong with a clear lip gloss.”

“I don't know, gloss makes my lips feel kind of sticky.”

Asmo let's out a tiny whine of disagreement, but his hand is steady as he puts the aforementioned gloss in your lips, carefully, with ease.

So close to him, you get a first row seat to the orange of his eyes that borderlines gold at times, and you're so transfixed by the way the color moves and changes that you stop your complaints and let him do whatever he wants. You promised to be “his pretty little doll” for today, after all.

“This isn't human-world gloss, silly. You'll hardly notice it's there, promise... Aaaaaand done. What do you think?”

Satisfaction is such a pretty look on Asmo, that's what you think, when you catch his reflection in the mirror of his vanity, the one you're sitting in front of, while he stands next to you, a hand on his hip.

The contentment in his face is reward enough for the weekly four and a half hours he likes to spend dolling you up. Your “Asmo Time”, and everyone in the House of Lamentation knows better than to try to interrupt your Asmo Time —the only one that keeps trying from time to time is Mammon, but that's just how Mammon is (endearingly persistent)—.

From skincare, to hair, to makeup: he has paid attention to every single detail. It still amazes you how much joy Asmo gets out of taking care of you, how he seems to never get tired of it.

And even if it'll never be as fun for you as it is for Asmo (who seems to love looking at you almost as much as he enjoys looking at himself), you can't deny that you enjoy his attention and company immensely.

Asmo, who never runs out of things to talk about, that listens attentively and laughs at your multiple stories, remembering even the tiniest of details. (So much so that you're sure that if you were to insist one more time, today would be the last day he puts gloss on you. But he's right, this demon-world-gloss is truly great, you barely feel it against your lips).

Your Asmo Time is precious to you, it really is. And yet, by the end of it, you find yourself unable to look at your reflection. Every single time.

“You are truly the best at what you do, Asmo” you say cheerfully, after looking at yourself in the mirror for exactly 0.5 seconds, enough to notice that the glitter eyeshadow is pretty, but not long enough to really look at yourself. You can't. Not now, not ever.

“The best at what I do, and what's that, mh? Being the prettiest brother? Oh, love, I already know I'm the best at that” and while his voice carries the same flirty and flippant tone as always, when you make eye contact through the mirror, he looks way less cheerful, thoughtful. You can feel the change in the air, and silence settles between the two of you, while he continues to assess you through the reflection, playing with your hair.

Well, you might have been able to fool any other of the seven siblings for a bit longer, but this is Asmo we're talking about.

Now, you're wondering how to put it. (“It's not your fault, Asmo. The makeup is great, I'm sure, I just don't like looking at myself!! No big deal though, don't worry, haha” doesn't sound too good). It will have to do for now though, you'd hate it if he thought you didn't like the makeup. Or worse, you realize, he might think you do not enjoy your Asmo Time.

With urgency, you decide to start. “Hey, Asmo, it's not--.”

It's probably for the best that you don't get to go on, with Asmo's lips stealing the words right out of your mouth. Kissing with Asmo is a common occurrence, with his preferred form of greeting being a peck against your lips. However, you can tell this is different.

The little gasp you let out is a natural reaction to the softness of his lips against yours, so sudden and yet welcomed, pressing right back.

Ripe peach, with a hint of something earthy, almost like the smell of morning dew, hits your nose, and you recognize it right away as the smell of Asmo's skin that you've noticed before, but never this close. Never this inebriating.

The hand that was playing with your hair just seconds ago scratches against your scalp, making you hum against his mouth and straighten your back. It travels down until he's holding your nape, an anchor in the middle of the storm, angling your head just so he can meet your lips even more full-on.

The way he licks into your mouth is so full of intent, of purpose, leaving no room for doubt or what ifs, the message loud and clear: Want. Desire.

When he flattens his tongue against yours, more than hearing him, you can feel him groan against you, and the sensation travels from your lips and sits in your chest, making you tremble in return.

The chair scrapes against the floor with the force he uses to press you against it, and your heart leaps, thinking for a fraction of a second that you are going to fall. Your hands reach out to hold his neck, his chest.

Overwhelmed as you are, you've failed to notice that Asmo is already holding the chair. He laughs, but it's far from the playful sound you're used to. It's breathless, so much so that you can barely hear it.

When he sucks your tongue and starts to pull back, you half-open your eyes and whine, loud and clear in the middle of his room, missing his taste. You gasp when you find him already looking at you, with half-lidded eyes. They're almost cherry red.

The hand in your nape travels to hold your face, pulling from your lower lip with his thumb, making sure you keep your mouth open as he resumes kissing you, sucking and biting into your mouth. Full of greed, of hunger, of lust.

You spend an eternity and a half like that, gasping for air whenever your lips grow apart, but chasing his mouth with even more urgency. While Asmo's hands keep you steady, yours press against his chest, run through his hair, and pull whenever you want more.

Everything about him is pleasant to the touch. When he parts from your lips for good, it leaves you reeling, trying your best to catch your breath.

You feel him move behind you and push the chair until your hands lay against the vanity, just to hold something, still trying to make sense of how kissing could feel that good. You almost want to reprimand him for using his sin against you, but when you lick your lips you can only taste Asmo, not a single drop of magic.

And that means that the pleasure that coils in your gut is all yours.

“Darling”, and you raise your eyes just to make eye contact through the mirror. He's holding your shoulders, bending down to whisper against your ear. You start to turn, attempting to see him face to face.

“No”, his hand holds your chin, keeping you in place, “Look at yourself.”

And so, out of sorts, you do.

He has made a mess out of you. Your hair is sticking in all kind of directions, your lips as red as they could get. Your eyes shine, and glow. You look close to tears.

Mortification stars to crawl in your skin. You are a wreck, you are--

“What's there not to adore about you?”

At the breathless voice, you lock eyes with Asmo once again. And you take a sudden intake of air, startled by the look in his eyes.

He is transfixed. His eyes travel across your face, and he looks absolutely mesmerized, completely lost.

You feel and see him as he turns and licks your ear, but when you whimper and jump at the jolt of pleasure, you aren't too sure if it's in response to the press of his teeth against your earlobe or to the phantom touch his eyes leave on your skin.

“Asmo, I--”

“You are absolutely perfect”, he goes on, and his hands shift down, with one gripping your neck, and even without pressing, its touch brands you, it feels like hot coal against your skin.

The other one goes even lower and cups your chest, making you moan as he starts to caress your nipple through the thin layer of cloth. Your face reddens when you realize he's still watching you. He looks so hungry.

“From head, to toe. There's nothing that I don't love about you, darling”, he groans, right against your ear, his hand still pressing and pulling from your nip as you grasp into the vanity, whimpering, unable to close your eyes.

When he starts to lick against your neck, your head tilts to give him more space. At his mercy, he bites and sucks, groaning against your skin. “What should I do, to make you understand?”, as if rewarding your submissiveness, he lets go of your neck, and his hand goes down instead.

You don't recognize the noise you let out when you feel his nails scratch against your jeans, right on top of your crotch. An up and down movement, small motions that manage to be too little and too much at the same time, your legs spasming at the pleasure. You sob, and you can feel a tear or two getting stuck in your lashes, overstimulated.

“Should I fuck it into you?”, is the growl that rumbles against your neck, gruff, and it takes you a second to recognize this voice as Asmo's.

“If I make you cry, if I fill you up to the brim. Would that help you get it into your pretty little head? How utterly gorgeous you are, how much I want you?”, his palm presses down and makes you keen.

A flick of his wrist and you can hear the door locking. His smile is almost angelic when he looks back at you, and in your muddled mind, your only coherent thought is that the two of you are going to be very late for dinner.

“It can't hurt to try, right, my love?”

ao3 ― writing tag

[leviathans-watching]

remember when i suggested the idea of a smau like a million years ago? no? well, here it is anyway lol

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[amaya-writes]

Obey Me Brothers Reacting To You Kissing Them/Their Neck When They're On A Call Pt 2

Part One: Lucifer, Mammon, Levi

Notes: y'all know the drill, i saw a tiktok prank and decided to do this for OM so here's pt 2

Warnings: n/a

Characters involved: Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

Satan

Just like Lucifer, Satan is probably on an important call when you do this. Which is why your little prank can go one of two ways.

Either he's in a playful mood and keeps you by his side while continuing the call and occasionally planting a peck or two on your lips while the other person speaks, or he gets annoyed and shakes his head at you to indicate he's actually busy.

No one would be stupid enough to actually persist after the second result, but if you do, be ready for a genuinely annoyed Satan who chastises you quite a bit.

For Satan, the line between endearment and annoyance is one that's very thin which is why you really need to read the room before you make a move.

Regardless of what he thinks, Satan will definitely be flustered and even try to get you back for your little prank, so don't be surprised if you're walking around the house on a call and suddenly get pulled into a long drawn out kiss.

He's kind enough to not say anything and let the person on the other side of your phone know what happened, but the way Satan winks and softly pecks you again before leaving is probably worse as it does nothing to quell the sudden storm of butterflies holding your stomach hostage.

Asmodeus

Thinks you want to do something dirty.

He's the avatar of lust, what did you even expect? Of course his first thought goes to some unexplored voyeurism-esque kink of yours that you want to explore.

But Asmo is quick to realise the sly little smile on your lips is more innocent and playful than lustful, which is why he simply tugs you to his side and casually continues the call while occasionally kissing you through it.

Even if he was having a serious discussion Asmo doesn't really care, after all, he's done worse things while on a call. (no I will not explain this).

If you still persist and try to distract or annoy him with affection, it really just backfires since Asmodeus is quick to flip the situation and try and make you flustered.

"You can do whatever you want, love, but don't blame me if my editors hear you scream for me."

He might come off as smooth, but it's very easy to flip the situation. After all, Asmo's always willing to have you on top of him.

The only way he'd actually get mad is if he was doing a serious call and saying something important and you kissed him, but even then he just sends you a glare and keeps you by his side so that he can ensure you don't try anything till he's done with the call.

Overall, Asmo's probably the only one who would receive your prank well regardless of the circumstance.

Beelzebub

This oblivious baby-

Beel really doesn't think much about your prank, he just presumes you wanted a little affection which is why you decided to kiss him.

At first, it seems like he's unaffected but once Beel's done with his call he'll turn to you with a small smile and ask if you wanted affection and offer to cuddle.

He doesn't really get that it's a prank, since Beel tends to just randomly kiss or hug you whenever he feels like it so he thinks you're doing the same thing.

If you do mention it was supposed to be a prank/you wanted to see how he would react then he's just genuinely confused because why would he ever be angry if you kissed him?

Beelzebub is honestly just too understanding and sweet to really get annoyed over such things.

If somehow you do decide to do this prank during the off occasion that something serious is going on, which probably just means one of his brothers was injured/Belphie got caught up in a fight, then Beel finds your action more comforting than annoying.

Belphegor

Belphie doesn't really do calls, so you best expect that if you ever catch him on the phone something is either terribly wrong or Lucifer decided to annoy him inform him of something that is in dire need of his attention.

If the situation is the former, then Belphegor's menacing aura will be enough to scare you off and swap out your playfulness for concern.

But if it's the latter, then Belphie will be happy to have you distract him from his brother's droning complaints.

When you first joined him on the bed to plant a quick but passionate kiss on his lips you had expected at least a bit of visible annoyance if not a pillow thrown in your face.

However, what you hadn't anticipated was the sly smirk that tugged on his lips as Belphie pulled you down in his lap and all but made out with you.

He doesn't even bother moving the phone away because he wants Lucifer to hear the small whine you let out as he kisses you like his life depends on it.

"Sorry Lucifer, my baby was being needy."

Doesn't even care that Lucifer called the two of you to his office and gave you an earful of what is and isn't appropriate behaviour when on the call. In fact, that only heightens his smugness.

You can't even say anything because Belphie is quick to throw you under the bus and say he was simply satisfying your needs.

It's safe to say you never think of pulling such pranks on Belphegor. Unless, of course, you are needy.

[hidansdarling]

𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕞𝕒𝕤 𝔻𝕒𝕪 #𝟚- 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕒𝕘𝕖

ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: 𝔸𝕤𝕞𝕠𝕕𝕖𝕦𝕤 𝕩 𝕒𝕗𝕒𝕓 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 ℂ𝕨: ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕓𝕒𝕕 𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕚𝕘, 𝕔𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕤 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 𝟙.𝟞 𝕜 ℝ𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕝𝕤 𝕓𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕖, 𝕀 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕦 𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪<𝟛

“Oh Y/N!~” Asmodeus called out as he entered your room, hoping to drag you on another impromptu shopping trip. 

Bundled up beneath a pile of pillows and blankets on your bed, you groaned, coming out just far enough that your face peeked out over the blanket. 

Frowning as he caught sight of you, he rushed to your side, sitting on the edge of your bed.

“Oh no, are you not feeling well today, Y/N?” He pouted, gently placing his hand on the side of your face, his thumb running across your cheek.

“Bad day.” You sighed, closing your eyes as you leaned into his touch. Asmo’s presence somehow made you feel lighter, his tender touch helping you relax more than you’d managed since crawling into your bed. 

There were few things Asmodeus would ditch shopping for, but his heart hurt seeing you like this, so much that his original reason for coming was long forgotten, instead, his mind filled with ideas of how to make you feel better. 

“Well, now I’m here to make it all better.~” Gently pulling the blankets off your body, settling down next to you and pulling you into his warm embrace instead, his hand running up and down your back. “And I know exactly what’ll cheer you up!”

You didn’t protest as he did this, the way he so effortlessly pulled you against his chest making your cheeks heat up. 

“What did you have in mind?” You questioned, tired eyes peering up to meet his, clouded with lust as always. “I really don’t want to leave my bed.” “Lucky for you, darling, what I have in mind doesn’t require that.” His hand traveled down the length of your torso, dipping below the hem of the oversized t-shirt you wore to rub small circles into your lower back. 

Your eyes shut as you groaned at the stimulation, the pressure he provided doing wonders to release the stresses and tensions of the day from your tired muscles. 

“Do you want me to give you a massage, Y/N?~” He giggled, running a soothing swipe over the spot he’d just worked. “It sounds like you do.”

Slightly embarrassed, you adverted your gaze, soon to be brought back as his hand tipped your chin back upwards. 

“Don’t be shy.~” He encouraged. “Just say the word and I’m yours.~” 

Even when you felt like this, Asmodeus had an irresistible charm that always lifted your spirits.

“Okay.” You agreed, a faint heat lingering where he’d touched you previously. “I think it’s worth a shot.” 

A bright smile formed on his features as he sat up, pulling you along with him. Standing, he quickly arranged your pillows in the optimal position for your comfort.

“The bed is all ready for you when you are.” He stood tall above you, fingers returning to the bottom hem of the t-shirt. “Although, it would be much better if you got rid of this.~” 

You obliged, removing the old shirt and throwing it into the laundry bin across your bedroom. You covered your chest, suddenly well aware of the fact that you sat there in front of him, clad only in a pair of panties. It wasn’t the first time Asmodeus had seen you like this, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, but something about it felt more vulnerable than before. 

Asmodeus sensed your insecurity, dipping down to place soft kisses across your shoulder. 

“You truly are so beautiful, darling.~” He cooed, gently moving your arms and guiding you to lay on your stomach before readjusting the pillows to ensure your comfort. 

Taking a dollop of a sweet, floral-scented lotion into his hands, he rubbed them together gently to warm up the product before pressing his palms against your lower back, his hands running up the full length of your torso. 

You shivered as he repeated this motion a couple of times, a sigh of relief leaving your lips. He hummed softly to himself as he worked, focused on his technique. Continuing with this motion, he pressed firmly against your skin, rubbing small circles into the muscles as he moved upward.

Asmo’s touch was like magic, clearly in more ways than one. No matter what he was doing, he always made you feel impossibly good if he had his hands on your body. 

“You’re really good at this.” You mumbled, far too relaxed to put in the effort to speak up further. 

Asmodeus leaned down, hands beginning to work on releasing the tension held in your shoulders. 

“Oh, I know, darling. I know you always love it when I touch you.” He teased, pausing to leave a trail of kisses down your neck and shoulders before focusing his attention on your arms. 

His teasing caused a heat to rush through you, settling in your core. Every place his hands moved came alive with electricity. By now, he’d completely distracted you from your earlier worries, instead replacing them with a burning desire for him. 

Moving back down over your spine once again, Asmodeus moved lower, his hands softly following the curve of your ass, stopping to give it a cheeky squeeze, eliciting a giggle from you. 

Continuing to your thighs, Asmo’s touch became lighter, his fingertips brushing against the inner parts as he massaged the muscles. 

You couldn’t help but squirm, the whole process being so intimate and sensual that you were already getting wet so easily.

This fact, though unsurprising to him, excited him as well. Taking a moment to discard his shirt, he palmed his growing erection, hungrily taking in the sight of you laying before him like this. 

His hands gripped your hips, massaging your lower back firmly with his thumbs as he pressed himself against you, allowing you to feel just how hard your whimpers and groans as his hands moved around your body made him. 

“Please touch me, Asmo.” You gasped, moving to push your ass back up against him. “Want you to make me feel good.”

A satisfied laugh left him as he pulled away, making light work of flipping you over before settling between your legs, his forehead laid against yours. 

“Of course, darling. I would never leave a pretty thing like you all needy.~” He purred, catching your lips in a fleeting kiss before his lips began moving down your body. 

Your hands tangled in his luscious hair as he ran his tongue over your nipple, taking the sensitive bud into his mouth as he cupped your other breast, running a thumb over the other. He peered up at you, taking in all the beautiful noises and faces you made as he teased. He couldn’t wait to see that pretty face you made while writhing with pleasure. 

He continued trailing kisses down your torso, stopping just shy of your clothed, throbbing clit. 

“Please Asmo, I need you.” You begged, tugging gently on his hair. 

Asmodeus shot you an amused, mischievous grin before he began to leave a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses on your inner thighs, his teeth occasionally grazing against the skin to leave deep, purple marks. 

Your breath hitched in your throat as you attempted to protest, to beg for him to just touch you where you needed him most already, complaints instead replaced with breathy moans as he moved closer and closer. 

“Don’t worry, darling. I won’t make you wait any longer.~” He teased, slowly pulling off your panties. You trembled with anticipation, watching each movement closely as he pushed your thighs further apart, keeping eye contact with you as he placed a hot, wet kiss on your clit, taking it into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it at an agonizingly slow pace. 

“F-fuck, Asmo.” You whined, the eye contact simultaneously overwhelming you but holding you there, unable to look away. He just looked too good, the lewd sight of him between your legs like this more beautiful than any painting hanging on the walls of the House of Lamentation. 

Taking in each expression you made, Asmodeus got to work, licking a strip from your soaked hole back up to your clit, assuming a feverish pace as his tongue flicked against the sensitive bud. 

Your whole body shook, unable to resist bucking your hips against him as you chased your high. He loved every minute of this, the way you shamelessly made a mess of his pretty face, your mind completely engulfed in a hot, intense haze as you indulged in his sin. Asmodeus always thought you looked the most beautiful like this, your appearance wild and disheveled, your body in its truest form as you lay there, exposed and contorting with pleasure. 

“M’close, f-fuck, p-please don’t stop, fuck.” You babbled between moans, hardly able to put together a sentence. 

The waves of pleasure he sent through your body with every motion were mind-numbing, your high approaching at an overwhelming pace as deafening gasps and moans filled the room.

You cried out as you reached your release, a loud string of profanities reverberating throughout your bedroom as Asmodeus coaxed you through your high, his pace never letting up until you practically pulled him away from your heat, your limp body laying motionless on the mattress.

“Feeling better?~” He asked playfully, crawling up to lay beside you, wrapping one arm around your waist and pulling you close. 

“Hmmm, I think I’m almost feeling better.” You mused, shooting him a mischievous grin. “I think we’ll have to keep going to make sure.”

“Oh, you naughty thing.~” He returned your grin, taking no time at all to begin undressing his lower half. “I’m all yours Y/N, tell me all your dirtiest fantasies and I’ll make them come true.~”

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Obey Me Brothers Help Brush your Hair

I have super curly hair that takes forever to brush and sometimes it is a two man job. So what if the Obey me brothers saw you struggling to brush your hair and asked if you needed help?

Gender neutral reader!

This also totally wasn’t inspired by thoughts of Keigo Takami’s wings needing preening and asking for help with that- what? No I don’t simp- what nooooooooooo (it’s a good day to be sarcastic)

Written mostly in the POV of someone with straight hair or curls but the curls are wet for brushing.

Lucifer

It’s bed time.

It’s late, he’s tired, his work is finally done for the day and you wanted to wait up for him.

He walks in to his room, expecting to just flop on the bed and pass out, but instead sees you brushing through your hair more aggressively than Mammon is a tsundere

He’s tired and just wants to snuggle.

But he knows he isn’t getting any snuggles until your hair is done.

He doesn’t ask he just takes the brush from you and sits behind you silently.

This man- is so- gentle?

Like- he will be as rough as he pleases with you in almost every other scenario...

But right now, he has a task and a goal in mind, and his only focus is to brush hair and sleep.

He starts at the bottom and works his way through your hair with the brush and is so careful not to hurt you.

It’s strangely therapeutic for him?

Repetitive motion that is incredibly satisfying, a peaceful silence, and wonderful company.

If you start conversation he’ll talk a bit but he is focused.

He got his snuggles.

Mammon

He had a new scheme in mind and bursts in your room to get you to join him

He sees you struggling to brush your hair and he kinda just asks if you’re okay at first.

Like that looks PAINFUL. (BEACSUE IT IS)

He’s getting flashbacks to when Belphie was younger and didn’t take care of his hair but also refused to cut it short. Mammon was the one who had to forcibly hold him down and brush his hair.

He just grabs a second brush and starts on the other half of your head.

“Stupid human. Don’t worry, The Great Mammon knows what he’s doing and will graciously help you.”

It’s easier to brush hair when he doesn’t have to wrestle a thrashing demon.

He takes his time, apologizing if he hurts you.

100% is able to hold conversation easily as he does your hair.

Kinda like one of those hair stylists in salons that can do hair while chatting up a storm at the same time

Will braid it if you ask him to.

He likes running his fingers through your hair when it’s done if it is straight and if it isn’t he likes to give head scratches

Leviathan

He had a new game to show you! It was super cute and the story is something he knows you’ll like.

He knocks before coming in your room, because he knows the pain of mammon not knocking, and sees you brushing your hair as if it harmed you.

He just shows you the game, no immediate intention to help with your hair.

He isn’t going to offer, you’re going to have to ask.

He will blush so red though so it’s worth it because he’s cute

He styles cosplay wigs and sometimes they get super gross so he has to try and fix it without ripping out the hair.

Basically, he knows what he’s doing.

He’ll stutter and blush the whole time but he’ll grab the brush and work through your hair like an expert, he might accidentally pull a little too hard sometimes but he’ll apologize and ease up.

Eventually he relaxes and is able to hold up a conversation as he brushes your hair.

He will admit it’s a bit of an arm work out though.

He’ll help you style it as well, getting flowers and clips for your hair.

Satan

He was just trying to get the book you borrowed that’s all.

He didn’t mean to walk in on you bent over in an awkward position just to brush your hair. (Just me who does this?)

For a second he thinks you look nice like, even better with his d-

He can’t help but laugh though.

What did your hair do to you?

He is another one who you have to ask to help

Your arm is tired and his are nice and strong- but his hair is silky and short he’s probably never had to do hair in his life.

If you ask he will help, taking the brush from you. He is a rougher son your hair than the others, not realizing his strength.

He does know how to French braid though! He’s seen Asmo do is enough

Asmo

Wanted to do hair together and just finished brushing his own, he lets no one else but his stylist touch his hair.

He sees you struggling and gets genuinely concerned for the health of your hair.

Waits for you to ask but oh boy is he ready and willing-

He sits you down in front of his vanity and praises you the whole time

Tells you how gorgeous your natural hair is and how it feels so nice

Is the most gentle with you, it almost feels like he is putting the brush through butter when he is done

He knows how to do all kinds of styles! So many braids and different pigtails-

He also uses some of his own special curl cream on your hair if he feels you need it.

Kisses you silly when he’s done, this kind of thing is like therapy for him as well, taking care of someone he cares so much about in such a wholesomely intimate manner

Beel

He’s waiting on your bed for you to be done so ya’ll can go to dinner

He’s just munching on some chips and staring at the ceiling until he hears you curse at a particularly hard knot.

You’re taking too long on this task and he wants real food.

He grabs the brush out of your hand and just wordlessly does it for you.

He isn’t super gentle but he isn’t yanking your hair out of your skull on every pull either

He doesn’t totally enjoy it but he like to hear you talk while he works

He has an unusually large amount of muscle so his arms won’t tire so easily from it

He has no clue what to do when it comes to styling though

When he is finally done brushing it, he hands it back to you with a proud smile and ready to go get a food reward for his hard work

Only after does he realize he has to wait another 10 minutes at least for you to finish styling it.

Belphie

He doesn’t help willingly

Mans was napping before you came in asking for help

He wants to continue that nap.

He transforms into his demon form and uses his tail to hold the brush and do it

He falls asleep half way through

You end up having to brush it anyway

But you smell so nice and look so warm that he pulls you in for a nap with him

He grumbles and lets go after a few minutes of whining and shifting because

“Come back when your hair is done”

[elizabeths-writing-corner]

“Having fun with my favorite humans” Obey me! Asmo feat. Solomon smut

☁ So sorry that the breaks after each post are so long but sometimes I find it difficult to find the time to write >.< Anyways, of course, that time would come when I write them together <3

Asmodeus x gn!Reader x Solomon

Summary: Asmo's birthday is coming so he comes up with a genius idea; having a threesome with two of the best sorcerers from the human world

tw: threesome, mentions of cum, blowjob, handjob, nipple play, overstimulation

+18, minors please don’t interact with this post, thank you!

wc: 1060

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"A birthday present for me? Gosh, you're always so considerate, Y/N! It's so cute~" Asmo jumps with joy, rushing to wrap his arms around you in a tight hug. "Let's see... Oh, I've got an idea! Swing by my room later and you'll find out," he says with a mischievous smile, that tells you everything you need to know; he's plotting something and you're going to be involved.

After the sun has just set down, you come knocking at the demon's door and enter the room shortly after hearing a muffled "come in." The image before your eyes shocks you to put it lightly.

You've become a witness to a heated make-out session between Solomon and Asmodeus. The sorcerer topping him on the bed, with his knee between his legs, pulling his clothes faintly while forcing his tongue inside the other's mouth, much to his delight.

The two of them withdraw from each other upon hearing your surprised gasp.

"Welcome, Y/N," Solomon says with an unbothered, stoic tone.

"I'm sorry that we started without you, darling, but you took your sweet, sweet time," Asmo rushes towards you with his arms wide open to embrace you before he takes your hand and makes you follow him into his bedroom. "I thought, what's a better way to celebrate me than having some sexy time with my favorite humans? Aren't I a genius?"

"What do you say, Y/N? Is that alright with you?" You didn't even catch when Solomon sneaked up behind you, putting his hands on your waist and luring you to the bed.

Your heart skips a beat. A threesome with them sounds like a dream. Just imagining your naked bodies rubbing against each other makes your genitals react with excitement. But obviously, you had your doubts; it would be your first time taking part in such sexual activity.

"I guess, if it's for Asmo, I can't say no," you reply, making a huge grin appear on the demon's face.

And just like that, they get rid of your clothes before taking off their own. Following that, Asmo makes himself comfortable on the mattress, leaning against the tower of pillows behind him.

"Since he's the birthday demon, I say it's only fair that we give him all the attention tonight," Solomon proposes, giving you an encouraging smile. You nod in agreement.

You brush Asmo's thigh with just your fingertips, which gives him goosebumps, and make your way up to his crotch. He bites his lower lip when your hand wraps around his cock. It's long, not too thick with a plump, pinkish tip. You can't help but want to put it in your mouth.

But before you do that, you take a look at the sorcerer. He starts planting kisses on the demon's neck, biting and sucking on his skin, leaving beautiful marks all over it.

He travels down to his collarbone, which he also decorates with hickeys, and further 'till he reaches his smooth chest. Placing his index finger on one nipple, he begins to suck the other one. He wets and flickers it with his tongue, drawing a whine out of Asmo's throat.

"Solomon, who knew you were so submissive," he chuckles in between soft gasps and intertwines his fingers with his snowy-white strands of hair. The other man only hums at his waspish comment without giving it much thought.

You grow jealous of Solomon, seeing how Asmo reacts to his touch. His cock gets your full attention once again. You kiss its tip, the surface is so delicate and smooth, that you can't restrain yourself from brushing your lips suggestively against it.

Your actions don't go unnoticed as the demon lays his eyes upon you while pushing his hips to force his dick into your mouth. You take as much as you can and gag when his tip pokes at the back of your throat.

"Take it all in, sweetheart. I know you can," he coos while massaging your skull and non-aggressively pushing your head down onto his length.

Asmo can't hide how good you both make him feel, and he's not really trying to; moaning and fidgeting on the bed, messing up the sheets when you keep him in your throat long enough to make yourself drool intensely, and when Solomon's free hand slides down his body to play with his balls.

"More, more, more, please!" he whines desperately and with a smidge of dread, almost as if he's not begging but commanding you to babble your head on his cock even faster and use your tongue more energetically. Damn, at this point he probably wouldn't mind a little bit of torture. Anything, so he can have a fist-clenching, nails-digging orgasm and paint your throat white with his cum.

Your mouth makes a wet, naughty noise as it goes up and down, wrapped around Asmo's girth, which you suck and lick vigorously. Quiet moans fall from your lips. But your own body yearns to be touched. You rub your sex against the bedsheets in hope, that when you do a good job, it'll be your turn to be pleasured.

"Talk about submissive," Solomon smirks, after withdrawing from the demon's nipple to enjoy his fucked up expression; tears accumulating in the corners of his eyes, mouth open with his tongue sticking out of it. "Y/N, I think it's about time we let him cum."

The man positions himself next to you between Asmo's legs. His cock leaves your mouth with a wet string of saliva still connecting you before it eventually breaks.

You wrap your hand around his girth and sit on your heels, beginning to stroke it at a fast pace, while Solomon licks and sucks his balls, which makes his cock twitch uncontrollably.

"Yes, 's good, I can't..!" What leaves the demon's mouth right now is a non-coherent word stream interrupted with throaty moans.

When you both look up at him with those innocent eyes of yours, he snaps and his orgasm finally comes. His white, watery semen stains your still moving hand and the other's face.

You can hear Asmo trying to catch his breath that you two took away. A delighted smile doesn't wash off his face. Of course, that was just the beginning. After all, you didn't think that one orgasm would satisfy his unspeakably high libido, did you?

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Hello, I just requested so I feel bad for requesting again but, may I request another ? Dacryphilia Obey Me Cast (without Luke)

: ̗̀➛ Hi, baby! You can request as much as you like while my requests are opne, but keep in mind it might take me some time <3

Also, there were some characters I couldn’t think anything about, lol. I might do a part 2 but idk.

└➤ 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: lucifer, mammon, leviathan, asmodeus, beelzebub, barbatos x afab! mc(separately)

└➤𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 1.0k

└➤⚠️𝖙𝖜: dacryphilia, brat-brat tamer dynamic, spanking, overstimulation, use of a vibrator, praising, use of pet name, oral sex (m), face fucking, gagging.  All characters are 18+ here.

prompts

𝖑𝖚𝖈𝖎𝖋𝖊𝖗: He is a brat tamer, and you cannot change my mind. PERIOD! After a long day spent inside his office, the Avatar of Pride goes directly to his room hoping to get some sleep, but his baby feels neglected after he ignored her all day to get his work done. Trying to get some touch from Lucifer you climb into his lap, but he moves you quickly arguing that he was too tired and needed some rest. Of course, you don't want to listen to him, and after bothering him for a little more, Lucifer losses his patience and bends you over his lap, taking your pants off in a smooth move. "You don't know how to listen, do you?" his hand comes down to spank your bare ass, and tears gather in the corner of your eyes every time his palm comes in contact with your skin. But it's too late to stop because Lucifer gets painfully hard when he hears you sob and sees the tears rolling down your cheeks. He can't help it, you're just too cute.

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𝖒𝖆𝖒𝖒𝖔𝖓: I know he loves passionate and intimate sex. He loves you so much, that he doesn't know any other way of fucking you. But after having Mammon hitting that sweet spot inside of you, you feel in the Celestian Realm, seeing stars and galaxies. Mammon has his face buried in the crook of your neck, and you know you're going to leave him some marks after digging your nails so damn hard on his back, but you don't care because he's giving it to you so good. And suddenly, you feel tears gathering in the corner of your eyes, and you start to sob; the Avatar of Greed stops for a minute and looks up at you, cupping your face with one hand and a worried look. "What's it, baby? Did I hurt ya'?" You quickly shake your head and lean over to kiss him. "It just feels so good-" you say in a broken moan, and Mammon's ego increases a hundred times. He starts thrusting into you again until he feels you creaming around his dick, and you cannot stop the tears.

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𝖑𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓: the first time he tasted your pussy, he felt so dizzy and blessed at the same time. Your walls stretching to accommodate his length while hugging him so tight was enough for Levi to cum right there. But he couldn't just cum and leave it like that, no. He decides to follow his most primal instincts, and even tho you two had already cummed, he never stops slamming his hips into yours; he grabs your hips so hard, and he is so deep inside you that you swear you can feel him on your tummy. "Levi-!" you say, putting one hand on his lower abdomen to try and stop the demon from fucking you. "'S too much!" you moan, the overstimulation making you cry. Levi looks down at you, and as soon as he sees your perfect face covered in tears, he cannot help but fuck you harder.

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𝖆𝖘𝖒𝖔𝖉𝖊𝖚𝖘: The most gorgeous demon taking care of you? Oh, my! You must be so lucky, then. When you tell him how needy you feel, Asmo cannot help but smile because you resorted to him to alleviate the heat between your legs. And who else is a perfect fit for this job, if not the Avatar of Lust himself? Asmo has you sitting between his legs, laying you back on his chest while you dig your nails on his thighs because the vibrator he is pressing to your clit feels so good. "Aw, MC! You look so pretty likes this, doing so good for me!" he praises each time a broken moan leaves your mouth. He leaves small kisses on the side of your neck and nape, sending shivers down your spine and making you buck your hips to tell him you need more. Asmodeus increases the speed of the vibrator and starts moving it in circles over your clit. You let your head fall into his shoulder as you reach your high, but even though you're down riding your climax, Asmo doesn't stop moving the vibrator nor changing the speed. The overstimulation is too much, and you wrap your hand on his wrist hoping he will show you some mercy, but suddenly, you feel tears rolling down your face, and you're too fucked up to say anything. "I know you can cum again, pretty girl. Will you do it for me?" <3

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𝖇𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖟𝖊𝖇𝖚𝖇: He loves you so much that he feels guilty for how much he likes making you cry when he fucks you stupid. He can't help it, he is a big boy, and you both know it, that's why he is always bullying his big, monstrous cock into your tight little pussy. And even when you put your hand on his lower stomach and tell him that it is too much, that he is going to break you in half, Beel doesn't feel like stopping because he knows the tears will come out soon. He goes crazy when he looks down at where your bodies are connected and sees how he is splitting you open while your sobs and moans fill the room. He feels so guilty, but he loves it so much!

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𝖇𝖆𝖗𝖇𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖘: Oh, there's no better thing than arriving at the Demon's Lord Castle and finding you on your knees after a long, tiring day of duties, and going here and there to please Diavolo. Barbatos lets himself go as soon as the tip of your tongue licks his cock head; he lets out a relieved sigh when you finally build courage, and his dick fits perfectly in your mouth and throat. But even if it feels perfect, it is still not enough; he needs more and more of you. Without noticing, Barbatos tugs your hair on his fist and starts moving your further down on his cock, making you gag and drool all over the place. In search of that release, he starts thrusting his hips upwards to fuck your face, and the stingy feeling in your throat starts building up, more so that tears start flowing from your eyes. You dig your nails on his thighs to let him know that is too much, but as soon as Barbatos lowers his sight to meet your teary eyes, he feels an immense pressure of never stopping. "Ah, MC! Just like that-", he groans when he feels your tears dropping into his legs. "That's a good girl,"

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ꜱᴘᴏᴏᴋꜰᴇꜱᴛ- Obey me x Reader

Inspired by the one piece zombie arc.. Includes all the dateables plus a Female MC! :3 This literally sucks i prob won;t contineu it cuz it's so hard to make multiple ppl x reader i'll do them one by one

"Why must we all go to this "spookfest" Lucifer? I've got better things to do than to hang around some haunted area searchin' for ghosts and whatnot," Mammon whines, latching onto Lucifers leg.

It was that time of the year. You guessed it! Halloween. Where all the freaky ghosts and crazy haunted stuff appear. It wasn't really much different from an average sightseeing in the Devildom, except for a certain factor. Diavolo suggested that everyone should go to the famous rumored haunted town which was a good 12 hours away from the HoL. During this period of time, academies in the Devildom were collectively shutdown for 2 weeks to fully enjoy the festivities and fun the holiday has to offer. As per usual, Lucifer was ready to decline, until a brilliant idea popped up into his head:

He would use this trip as a way to scare the Anti-Lucifer-League and keep them out of business for a while. Even if it won't scare them, it'll keep them busy having something else to talk about. He would finally get some rest. So he agreed, and now everyone is in. As for Solomon, Luke, and Simeon, they agreed to come because they didn't have much to do. That amounts to a total of 13 people going to the haunted town. This included you, ofcourse.

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After a guelsome 12 hour ride, with Mammon whining on and on about how much he detested the idea of going to the town, Beel eating everything in sight, and Belphie, Lucifer, and Satan arguing about seating, You guys finally made it there. After meeting up with Diavolo, Barbatos, Luke, Simeon, and Solomon, you braced yourself for the worst part of the trip: Deciding the groups.

"I'm saying, I should be the one to go with MC because i'm their first, yanno?" Mammon argues, crossing his arms.

"Mammon you dunce. That's not how it works. Don't use your being her first to try and do everything with her," Satan intervenes.

"Satan is right! I say I should go! It's not everyday an otaku like me goes out to places like this, and MC would definitely keep me good company!" Levi says.

The rest of the brothers pipe in their complaints before Barbatos proposes an idea.

"I suggest that we don't split up at all for now. We can talk about groups when we're down on numbers or when we explore further into the town. Let's all stay close, hm?"

You gave Barbatos the "Thank you Barbatos you angel in hell my savior" eyes, before agreeing.

Diavolo lets out a hearty laugh. "Shall we get going now then? This whole town seems deserted, so we have a lot of places to look through!"

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Finally, after a bit of exploring the town, you come across a wall. It really looked wrong when put with the things in the town. It was pearly white, while everything else was dark and really gloomy. For some reason, you felt nervous about the wall. Was it just the normal nervous? Of course you would be nervous. You're a human exploring a haunted town in the Devildom, which is haunted in it's own right. If this town has a reputation of being haunted, then it must truly be worse than all the things you've seen in the Devildom. Shivering a bit, you backed away from the wall a bit.

Noticing your action, Belphie asks you a simple question:

"Do you feel it too?" "That unusual air, I mean."

"Y-Yeah.. It's almost like behind that wall we'll see things we're not supposed to. For starters, it's weird how a wall is in the middle of the town, blocking us from going any further."

Before you could chat more, your head whipped around, facing the wall that now had a crack on it for only Diavolo knows why.

"Was that any of you guys?" You asked, before another shiver went down your spine.

A dozen of collective No's met your ears. This worried you.

"A-Are we gonna die? I don't wanna die in the yucky Devildom! Noo!" Luke started screaming.

"Luke, calm down. I'm sure there's a good meaning for all this. You'll be safe." Simeon reassures him, before walking closer to the wall and inspecting the newly formed cracks. Solomon, Lucifer, Diavolo, Satan, and Barbatos do the same. Belphie goes away from you to talk to all his brothers about something. You don't get the chance to ask.

Becausen that's when you felt it.

A hand.

Pulling at your leg.

You felt another hand pulling at your leg. Now both of your legs were being grabbed.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Was all you could manage before you disappeared from the wall, from everybody.

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"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Everyone froze.

"Was that MC?" Asmo asked, fear evident in his voice.

Looking at where MC was supposed to be, all that was left was MC's DDD and her...keys?

"Aw..Shit man." Mammon mutters before dashing over to MC's last location.

Everyone was thrown into a state of panic. Tears uncontrollably started pouring from Luke's face.

"MC's DEAD! YOU LET HER DIE! WE'RE ALL DEAD!!!"

Everyone started looking around for MC in hopes of finding her. Where could she be anyways?

"Everyone. Let's calm down. We can assume that wherever MC is or was taken to has something to do with a place past these walls. There's no need to panic." Diavolo said, sweat rolling down his forehead.

Deep down he was as scared for MC as the brothers and the rest were. But he had to put on a strong front, because it was his duty to never cower in the face of trouble. He was the Prince of Devildom after all. Belphie was silently cursing himself for not staying with her. If he had stayed, this wouldn't have happened, would it? Satan and Barbatos were investigating the area around MC. The dirt was messed with, like something had popped out from it. Like in the horror movies, hands pop out and grab a person...but that was just fantasy. He sighed. "MC... be safe." Barbatos, while not reacting any particular way on the outside was also a bit nervous regarding MC. He liked her just as much as everyone did.

Beel was nervously glancing around. Mammon was pacing around, trying to find some sort of opening that MC may have clumsily slipped through. None. Luke sat on the ground, reminiscing on all the good times he had with MC. "Where are you..MC..?" Asmo was trying to compose himself, seeing as it would probably give him a pimple if he worried too much. He was silently hoping that MC was safe. Solomon was thinking of a possible solution as for why you disappeared. He wasn't getting anywhere. Fear and doubt were threatning to consume him, but he fought it back. Lucifer refused to swallow his pride and act worried for your well being. He was desperately searching for traces of you though. Simeon was beyond nervous. Anything could have happened to MC, and because she was a human, it would be hard for her to defend herself. He wanted to use this trip as a chance to get closer to her, too. That plan goes down the drain..

After a little more pondering, Diavolo came with the conclusion to break the wall altogether. It already had a crack in it, what's the harm? So they broke a good chunk of the wall.

After reaching past the wall, they spotted....A mansion? Yes. A huge mansion.

Suddenly, they heard a scream coming from the top right building of the mansion. Was that a zipline? Was that a...coffin..using the zipline as a form of transportation? Their questions were answered as soon as they heard another scream from the coffin.. A very familiar one.

"Ahhh! Get me out of here! I hate cramped places! You fucking-"

"AHH! That hurt, DAMN YOU!"

"NOO, I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!! HELP MEEE-AHHH!!"

That voice.

"MC!" Everyone shouted in unison.

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You heard voices calling to you. From what you could make out, it was.. everyone, you think. The coffin you were in was dark, cramped, and constantly moving. You could tell you were in the air.

"Guys! Help me!" You shouted as loud as you could, hoping they would hear you. Before you could await a response, you dropped.

You were falling inside the coffin. Where to, exactly?

Thud.

The impact of the fall shook you. How far down did you fall? The coffin cracked. You were able to pry your way out of the coffin, only to be met by a pair of maniac looking eyes.

...

"HELLO DEARIE~ YOU MUST BE MY NEW TEST RIGHT? OH I CAN'T WAIT! IT'S BEEN THOUSANDS OF YEARS BEFORE I GOT TO ZOMBIFY A HUMAN! COME ON NOW, DON'T BE SHY~" The Maniac looking...wait...zombify? ZOMBIFY? He meant to zombify you? That was it. You were gonna die, right here right now!

"N-N-N.."

"N-N-N?" Go on my dear!

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" You shouted, out of pure terror.

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"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" MC screamed, which sounded like she had gotten the fright of her life.

"We were too slow to catch her! What do we do now, Lord Diavolo?" Luke asked in a panic.

"She sounds like she's in trouble. We have to get there quick- What the fuck." Mammon says, meeting the sight infront of him.

Were those.. Zombies?

[kpop-otome-yandere-here]

Mc: Asmo, remember when you said you weren’t going to interfere with my love life?

Asmo: No, that doesn’t sound like me at all.

[the-great-chimera]

Mc: "Asmo Is a v.i.p.b."

Satan: "Don't you mean v.i.p?"

Mc: " No, v.i.p.b."

Satan: "What does that-"

Mc: "Very important petty bitch"

Asmo: *slams his fist on the table* "I said I was sorry!"

Mc: * stands up and slam their hands on the table* "YOU ATE MY LAST MORTAL REALM POPTART YOU WHORE"

[deviljesterlamb]

MC: Next guy to piss me off. I'm clawing their eyes out.

Asmo: No-no, hon! You can't do that!

MC: Why?

Asmo: You'll ruin your nails! That's why! I worked so hard on them after all!

MC: Ah...That's true.

Asmo: *pulls out a knife from his bag*

Asmo: Here. Use this instead. It'll do the job well and you won't ruin your nails if you use it right~! ♡

MC: OH! 💕

*MC is about to grab the knife from Asmo but it's suddenly taken away by Lucifer*

Lucifer: THERE WILL BE NO USE OF KNIVES FOR SUCH THINGS, YOU TWO!

Asmo and MC: Awww...

[wolfiafuntime]

Obey Me Thought 2

Asmo, at dinner: Hey, did you hear about this funny prank humans play on their pets?

Belphegor: No, what is it?

Asmo: They tell the pet that they're adopted, and then the animal gets all sad.

Levi: Lolol, they really do that?!

MC: Yeah, it's adorable. I can show you some videos the next time we go to the human world.

Mammon: Pfft, sounds stupid. What's even the point of telling us this? Devildom pets are way smarter than some lame human world ones.

MC: I'll give you 50 Grimm for every one of our pets you tell is adopted.

Mammon, running out of the HOL: Bet!

Mammon, running through The Demon Lord's Castle's dungeons, being chased by Henry 1.0: You're... Adopted!!

Henry 1.0, immediately stopping his pursuit with sad eyes: Sss...?

Mammon, barging into Levi's room: Henry 2.0!

Levi: What the fuck?!

Mammon: You're adopted!

Henry 2.0, freezes, before swimming to hide in his tank's coral: blurp blurb plurb..!

Levi, summoning Lotan: You scumbag!

Mammon, getting swept away by the water: Lotan, you're adopted!

Lotan, who didn't even get a chance to rampage yet, eyes tearing up: Raur..?

Mammon, barging into Satan's room: Kitten-Mittens, you're adopted!

Kitten-Mittens, dropping her toy: Mrrp?

Mammon, running through the basement: Cerberus... You're... Adopted!

Cerberus, freezing, one head tearing up while the another's jaw drops:

Mammon, having gathered his murder of crows: You're all adopted!

Crows: CAW?!?!?

Mammon, placing a hand on MC's shoulder: MC, you're adopted.

MC, eyes welling up, voice shakey: What..?

The Bros: >:(

[leviathans-watching]

aaa reqs are open again I’m so excited <3 would you want to write something that involves slow dancing with the boys? I’m partial to Lucifer asmo and Diavolo but honestly whoever you wanna write for is completely fine, I love your writing style!! I like to imagine slower jazz or oldies music w this kind of stuff it just makes it cuter <3 please take ur time and drink some water today :)

dancing with asmo

includes: asmo x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .4k | rated g | m.list

a/n: i have imagines with that idea here but thought it would be fun to do smth longer with asmo... thanks for requesting and i hope you enjoyed!! and i adore older jazz & stuff so in case you're curious here was the song i was imagining lol. my inbox is open to chat, req, or leave feedback so come say hi!!

please like & reblog :3

asmo gives you a coaxing smile, holding his hand out. “you’re not going to make me beg, right? i knew you were cruel, but to reject me like this…”

“oh, shut up,” you say with a laugh. “and while i’d love to dance with you, i’m afraid i don’t know how. i’d only embarrass you, and i know how much you care about your image. plus, i think your fans would eat me alive.”

he rolls his eyes, looking all too handsome in his white suit, hair uncharacteristically slicked back. the event was diavolo’s, and yet to you, it almost seemed as if the main characters were the brothers instead of him. not that you’d ever share that aloud.

“who cares about my fans,” he says. “we both know you can take care of yourself. and, i’ll teach you. think about how cute that would be! how heartwarming!”

“you’re not going to give up, are you?”

his grin is bright. “nope!”

you stand, and somehow it grows even more dazzling. “fine. teach away. but you can’t get mad when i step on your feet, alright?”

“alright,” he agrees, taking your hand. “but only for you.”

the band switches songs then, a perfectly-timed slide into a smooth jazz piece you vaguely register as being an old song from the human realm. asmo leads you to the floor, easily taking place among the other pairs. then he begins moving you, repeating the same few motions until you get the hand of it.

“there you go,” he encourages as you get more comfortable with it, then pulls you in, wrapping his arm around your waist. you giggle, pressing your cheek to his chest.

the song reaches the end, the singer’s voice crooning the notes, and he surprises you, suddenly maneuvering you into a spin, followed by a dip. you clutch at his shoulders, gasping, and he smiles again, eyes glittering.

“beautiful,” he says, and you can’t tell if he’s talking about the music, the dancing, or you. you look up at him, eyes wide, and his smile softens into something sweet and lovely, so full of adoration it almost seems impossible.

“are you going to let me up?” you ask after a moment, still held in the dip and he pulls you back towards him, but not before leaning down and giving you a kiss. your cheeks hurt from how hard you’re smiling, and you have to concede: dancing with him really isn’t as bad as you thought it was going to be.

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[amaya-writes]

hi! how are you?

for the event (congrats 👏 ✨️), may i ask for some hcs of asmo x reader + victorian au?

Event Masterlist About The Event

Notes: I went with hcs because I just had too many ideas and knew this would be too long as a drabble.

Warnings: n/a

Characters involved: Asmodeus (obey me), mentions the others

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

The first time you meet Asmodeus it's at a ball surrounded by high society's finest.

You don't really belong there. That much is clear from your cotton ballgown embroidered with the briefest of lace.

The delicate piece might have been considered fine fashion to those of the upper middle class, but to the rich and spoiled it was but a nightgown in contrast to their fine silk gowns.

Yet somehow, it was that very thing that drew Asmodeus to you.

If he was being honest, you were but another docile town girl for him to prey on. Just another conquest to chase after until his urges were satisfied.

But you weren't just another conquest. You were smarter than them, stronger too. They might have held the status and power, but you were the one with the brains and skill.

Socialites had always just been a game to him; fancy little gems he could collect in his coat pocket and disclose to the world as he pleased. They were gossip, they were mayhem. They were power in the only form Asmodeus would ever want.

Unlike Mammon, he had no interest in chasing riches and emptying their pockets before the night would end. He didn't want the status Lucifer and Satan worked so hard to maintain and was far too social to be the family recluse.

Wordly acclaim like food and astrology wasn't quite up his alley either.

Asmodeus wanted more but at the same time, his conquests seemed futile to those like Solomon who stuck along with him for the basket of secrets he was known to carry.

After all, if you got along with enough people, you start hearing a lot of things you shouldn't. Doing a lot of things you shouldn't.

But you weren't like that. No, you were just so pure, so innocent and wide-eyed like a doe stumbling upon a gathering of lions.

You were fresh blood in a society known for being plagued with the same lineages for centuries, and Asmodeus was keen to taste everything you had to offer.

He was quick to strike up an arrangement that night; he would be your guide through upper society as you navigate the ups and downs of being a hopeful peasant looking to run a successful business. And you would be his for the taking.

You would be his eyes and ears, his hands and feet, you would do things even an aristocrat as scandalous as he couldn't get away with.

You would get him intel on those he couldn't approach on his own and do both the small and big tasks he didn't quite care for.

Your relationship had always been one of benefits. Yet somehow Asmodeus had never anticipated it would turn to more.

Suddenly he found himself dropping by your office even on the days he didn't need to. He went from trying to keep your affiliations a secret for the shadows to escorting you to balls and stealing soft kisses with claims of needing to make someone jealous.

Suddenly, Asmodeus didn't just want to be your inside man, he wanted to be your man. He wanted to explore more than just the fine crevices of your mind.

The only thing you cared about was your work. That much was clear with the way Asmodeus had to all but drag you with him to balls and social gatherings.

But try as you might you couldn't hide the way you were enthralled by him. Who could blame you when the most eligible bachelor on your side of the planet was the object of your affection?

Falling for him was inevitable, but it was your persistence in denying your emotions that was the real problem.

Others would have been driven away by the chase, but to the spoiled socialite known for getting what he wanted, there was nothing more enthralling than being able to lure you in.

It was a game that he wanted, and it was a game he would get.