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the-travelling-bitch · 9 months

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𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

summary: losing your virginity can be daunting, even more so when you’re dating the avatar of lust; luckily, asmo is only interested in making this as comfortable for you as possible

pairing: asmodeus x fem-bodied! reader (gn pronouns)

warnings: slightly angsty (insecurities) but with comfort, porn with a hint of plot, loss of virginity, corruption kink, use of toys (vibrator), fingering, asmo being a demon+ demon form! asmo, soft!asmo, consent king asmo, cream pie/ unprotected sex, use of petnames (sweetheart, darling, love, hon/honey), marking

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Being with Asmo was borderline perfect; he was an angel of a demon, if you overlooked his crazy parties and the tendency to voice just about every dirty thought coming to mind. With you though, he was always gentle and very patient. Sure, Asmo being Asmo, he has always been very straightforward about how much he wanted you, both in- and outside the bedroom, but he had always reassured you that he loved you no matter what and was willing to wait for you to be comfortable with taking things further.

Truth was, you had never had sex before, something you had told him early on, even if it meant setting your own face ablaze with embarrassment. So the thought of being this inexperienced while your boyfriend was the literal Avatar of Lust had anxiety ball up in your stomach.

Said demon, however, had only cooed at you, pulling you into a soothing hug before confessing that he was already aware of it but that he very much appreciated you being so honest with him. That was the day you learnt lust demons apparently had a knack for spotting if someone was a virgin or not and you considered crawling into a dark cave and never coming out again.

You had, however, decided against it and had continued your life in the Devildom as usual… well as usual as a human living in literal hell could be. After your conversation with Asmo, you had found yourself lying in bed at night, your thoughts swirling around the cute demon and quickly drifting into more sexual directions, especially on days where you’d spent a lot of time with and around him. Faintly you had wondered if his charm worked on you after all, but you had tossed the thought aside with your panties as you tried to scratch the desire inside of you, desperately trying to bring yourself to a high with your fingers but only ever ending up frustrated between your crumpled sheets.

Perhaps motivated by your denied pleasure, you had stammered out you were ready to take your relationship to the next stage, making Asmo pause scrolling through Devilgram and turning his entire attention on you. Your hands had felt clammy as they curled into his plush comforter and you had avoided looking at him but soon thereafter, soft fingers had grazed your chin and pulled you out of your own head and back to the demon looking at you with so much love and adoration in his sunset-coloured eyes.

“Thank you for trusting me,” he had said as he pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead. “It means a lot to me.”

After making sure you didn’t feel pressured into this decision, Asmo had sat you down and worked out what you felt comfortable with, what didn’t appeal to you at all and what you weren’t sure about, all under the rule of being subject to change in the future. He had also asked about any experience you had, whether that was using your fingers or if you owned any toys. Upon hearing you used to have one but that it was still up in the human realm, he had playfully suggested going shopping for a replacement. Despite having nudged his side at the comment, you really appreciated him taking the time to understand your situation and you felt significantly less nervous about your inexperience after talking to him.

Against what some might think of him, Asmo had not tried to jump you the second you had given him the go ahead, no. Instead, he treated you to a relaxing self-care evening to ‘scrub away the stress that must have come from making that decision’, letting you soak in his grand bathtub, sharing his expensive creams with you, painting your nails and doing face masks with you.

In fact, it wasn’t until you were lying on his bed another night, curled up in his warm embrace while watching a film, that anything changed at all. It wasn’t even that the scenes on screen were particularly spicy but something about being so entirely surrounded by him, whether it was his sheets, the scent of his shower gel clinging to his skin or his cologne drifting up to your nose from the shirt you had snatched from his closet, made you crave the demon lying behind you.

“Asmo,” you crooned, shifting to face him as he hummed at your call, bright eyes blinking down at you curiously.

“What is it, honey?” Using this chance to sneak some affection, he leant down to let his lips wander over the juncture where your shoulder met your neck, inadvertently encouraging the desire starting to pool below your navel.

“Do you… do you remember what we talked about when we had that spa evening last time?” You gingerly asked, skirting along the edges of the topic at hand.

“We talked about lots of things.” His chuckles vibrated against your collarbones. “You have to be more specific than that.”

“You know what I mean!” You whined. “Are you really going to make me say it?”

“I’m afraid I’ll have to or I might be getting the wrong idea, darling,” he said, tongue trailing your soft skin and amusement clear in his voice. “And we wouldn’t want that, would we?”

“I- I think you might be getting the right idea,” you stammered, your heart beating out of your chest to the point you were afraid it might jump right into his hands. Not that it wasn’t already lying there in a metaphorical sense, at the point of melting as he poked it to his liking with his perfectly manicured hands. “Asmo…”

“Hmm?~” This time the amusement in his voice was apparent, the demon not even trying to hide it.

“Kiss me… Please…” Your whisper was quiet as your eyes skirted down to his glossy lips, before flicking up to his again as one of his fingers traced the curve of your bottom lip.

“So polite~” You watched his stunning eyes slide to half-mast as he leaned in, stopping right as his lips brushed yours, just to tease you even more by moving his head back and making you subconsciously chase his lips. He chuckled airily. “Guess I can’t deny a sweet thing like you, especially when you ask so nicely.”

Then he connected your lips seamlessly, enveloping yours in a pillowy softness you’d only ever find in dreams. Slowly, his hand found its way to the back of your head, nails massaging your scalp gently as he angled your head the way he pleased to guide the kiss. When his tongue swiped languidly over your lips, coaxing you into allowing him entrance, Asmo skilfully pulled the first moan out of you and swallowed it eagerly.

You ran a curious hand up his chest as he deepened the kiss, pure passion radiating off of him and seeping into your brain, jumbling your thoughts around like clinking marbles. With your mind fogging over with lust, it was all too easy for him to roll you over, slotting himself on top of you, careful to not put most of his weight on you.

Following his eager hands running down your sides, Asmo’s lips, too, trailed downwards, leaving lipgloss smudges all over your jaw, throat and collarbones. You couldn’t see it, your eyes closed as you basked in his attention, but Asmo’s downright glowed in his dimly lit room as you tilted your head to the side and bared your vulnerable neck further to him.

“Oh sweetheart, you’re so good to me,” he crooned, as he licked his lips, drinking in the sight of you, hair dishevelled, collar of his shirt pulled down and his gloss shimmering against your skin. It was a sight that could only be improved upon by getting you to writhe in his sheets as strings of pleasured moans spilled from your lips. Oh, Asmo could already feel his fingers tingle at the image, a shiver running down his spine in anticipation. Well, the best way to get you there would be to get you au naturel first.

Playful fingers crept under the hem of his shirt, dancing along the growing sliver of skin he was exposing, his pearly white teeth showing in a fanged smile at the goosebumps rising in the wake of his touch.

“You’re too cute for your own good,” he mumbled, almost dazed, as his lips attached to your skin once more, tongue darting out for a first taste, one that made him groan low in his throat and crave more. “So sweet~ How did a darling thing like you fall into the hands of an Avatar of Sin? I bet every demon down here would love to sink their claws into a human like you. But too bad, you’re all mine. All mine to taint.”

The whimper the demon pulled from you as his nails traced over the sensitive skin of your stomach was pure music to his ears and he’d be more damned than he already was if he couldn’t hear any more of your sweet sounds. Though, this night was about you. He’d make sure you were comfortable, that your first sexual experience with someone else would be pleasurable. After all, once you had a taste, he was sure you’d come back to him for more all on your own.

“Darling, can I take this off?” He tugged on the hem of the shirt that was already halfway up your chest. When you only nodded with pleading eyes, he giggled at your enthusiasm but still caught your chin with two fingers. “Sorry, love, but that won’t do. I need your genuine, verbal consent, even if we’ve done this before. Doesn’t matter if I have to pull it from your pleasure-clouded brain later on as long as it’s the truth. So you better memorise that fast, alright?”

“Yeah,” you breathed out as he placed a quick kiss against your temple. Your fingers pushed a soft strand of champagne-coloured hair out of his face, giving you a better look at his slightly dilated pupils before you spoke again. “Help me take my shirt off, please?”

“Sure can do,” Asmo hummed before carefully sliding the garment over your head and arms. When you’d snuggled into bed with him earlier, you’d foregone a bra for the sake of comfort and, now, skilled fingers immediately traced the path of your collarbones, down your sternum before cupping your breasts. “See how perfect these look between my hands? It’s like they’re meant to be worshipped by me.”

It wasn’t the first time you were nude in front of Asmo and it also wasn’t the first time he’d touched you. From bathing together to choosing an outfit, he’d always been a very hands-on kinda guy, as long as you let him. It was, however, the first time where he was working you up for more with his touch and it made your lungs constrict with equal parts nerves and excitement.

If that hadn’t been clear from how he massaged the supple flesh between his palms, it would have definitely been understood when his pink lips wrapped around one of your nipples, fangs slightly indenting the skin around it, while his fingers rolled the other one between them. Despite the new sensation, it felt good, your hand finding its way back into his hair, carding through the strands as you exhaled slowly.

When Asmo was happy with the marks he left all over your chest, he licked over some of the deeper bites, even if he never broke skin at any point, before trailing kisses further down your centre. By now, there was no lipgloss left to smudge, no matter how kiss-proof it was supposed to be.

Reaching your hips, his sharp teeth caught the waistband of your pyjama pants, snapping the elastic back against your skin when he pulled away to slide the remaining garments down your legs, again with your approval. Gliding his smooth hands up your bare legs, parting them as he resumed his position between them, Asmo guided your thighs to rest over his. The compromising position had heat curling in your abdomen and your heart rate speeding up without him actually touching you yet.

“Is this alright, darling?” He checked in with you, head coquettishly tilted to the side. “Although there’s no need to be nervous, I want to remind you that we can stop at any point, okay?”

“I know,” you confirmed. “But I want this, Asmo. I want you.”

“My, my, you certainly know what to say to make me excited. Look at you, you look so beautiful with your legs spread out for me. Oh this is going to be so much fun, I’ll make you feel so good.” While he was speaking, his fingers had already wandered up the inside of your thigh, his touch so light you barely felt it against you, yet it had the most tantalising effect. Especially when he skirted around the sensitive area of your core, never quite touching where you needed him most, your hips wriggled for more friction on their own. Something Asmo shut down with a playful tut and a hand pushing you back down, his demonic strength making itself known. “Ah ah ah, sweetheart. We agreed that I’d guide you through your first time, right? So be good and behave and I’ll give you exactly what you want~”

“Asmo, please don’t tease me.” Despite your words, you couldn’t deny that it felt good. Not when you could feel the way your slick started to coat your folds the more he stroked his nails around them.

“But you look so cute like this, I have to indulge just a little,” he giggled. Then, without a heads up, he swiped his thumb through your slit, catching some of your arousal and smearing it over your clit with scary accuracy. Surprised by the sudden stimulation, you let out an audible gasp as your hips twitched in his hold. “Ooh, that was a gorgeous face. Show me more.”

Without much resistance, he slid one finger inside your entrance, savouring your warmth around him before setting a steady pace and checking your reactions. When there was no discomfort from your side, he soon added a second one, changing the angle every now and then to map out your body.

Getting to work yourself definitely didn’t compare to how Asmo curled his fingers inside of you, the experience of someone else in charge of the movements providing a level of excitement you didn’t have on your own. And while it clearly wound the knot in your stomach tighter than ever before, it still wasn’t enough to get you there and wisps of anxiety slithered past the cracks in your lust.

Shouldn’t this feel amazing? Shouldn’t you be at the point of shamelessly moaning his name by now? But if you couldn’t even orgasm like this, with the Avatar of Lust between your legs, was there something wrong with you? What if—?

The pressure of his thumb running circle eights against your clit effectively cut off your string of doubts as you inhaled a sharp breath, clenching down around the fingers working your insides.

“You’re overthinking again, love. Lust isn’t something you think about, you just feel it. There’s nothing wrong with taking your time, we’re both learning together here.” Asmo leant down to pepper a few kisses around your navel, his voice patient and gentle before picking up a little mischief. “But if your brain decides to be mean, I might just have to shut it off completely.”

That promise certainly made you clamp down harder on him, a shiver running down your spine in anticipation. In turn, Asmo let out a laugh as he eased his fingers out of you, his eyes fluttering shut and a lewd moan bouncing around the room as he cleaned his fingers off with his tongue. The sound would’ve made you rub your thighs together if Asmo’s waist wasn’t preventing you from closing them.

“I didn’t want to overwhelm you on your very first orgasm but I promised I’d make you feel amazing and I’m holding myself to that.” With a snap of his fingers, something small and pink appeared in his hand, something you identified as a small vibrator. To test the waters, he let the thing buzz to live before gently rolling it closer to your sensitive areas. “You don’t mind this little buddy joining us, do you?”

When the vibrations rolled against your clit, you opened your mouth with a surprised noise, your knees locking his hips in between them. “N-No I don’t mind.”

The demon downright purred in satisfaction as he brought his fingers back to your pussy and resumed his thrusting, still experimenting with the angle and the settings on the toy. Your mind was starting to race again as he hit a different spot inside you and focused the vibrator on a different area and-

“Oh!” You threw your head back into the pillows, one hand digging into Asmo’s hair, the other into his sheets, as you locked your feet over his butt, his pact mark tingling against your skin. The spasming of your hips was reigned in by the palm holding the vibrator when your back arched off his mattress and your teary eyes clenched shut. Your lips parted in an ‘o’ shape as laboured breaths and rhythmic moans passed through them.

The sight of you giving into pleasure had Asmo’s hips rolling into the bed of their own accord in time with your walls fluttering around his digits, the lust oozing from you as you approached your high making him near delirious with power.

“Is that it, darling? Is that the spot?” He moaned, his dick straining against the fabric of his underwear as he kept the pace and angle of his thrust consistent, his mind swimming with desire for you, fuelled by the pleasure he was already giving to you. “That’s it, you’re doing so well, you’re almost there. You look so gorgeous falling apart on my fingers, such a perfect human, giving yourself to me. Come on, cum all over my hand, I know you want to.”

You followed his voice through the fog like a sailor following a siren as he pushed you further and further towards release, your stomach clenching and unclenching without any rhythm now. If you didn’t fall over the edge soon, you thought, you’d truly go insane over the foreign pleasure he made you experience, his hands not letting you wriggle away from the intensity.

Then, with a loud moan of his name, bliss washed over you, from your thrown-back head to your curling toes and it made everything worth it. You could feel the pleasure sizzling through your veins like molten lava, melting your bones and leaving you to writhe on his sheets.

Asmo continued to languidly pump his fingers, coaxing as much arousal from you as he could while the vibrator was still buzzing on the lowest setting until you pushed his hands away when the overstimulation started getting to you.

Leaving you to catch your breath and return to your body, Asmo held eye contact with you, sunsets half-lidded before fluttering shut completely when he brought his fingers up to his mouth. Like he’d done earlier, he cleaned your slick off of them, but this time his moan was obscene as he pressed his hips down into the mattress, his tongue flicking out provocatively as he licked in between his digits.

“Mhm, just as I thought, you taste divine~” Asmo’s tongue flicked over his lips, catching every bit of your desire clinging to them. “It’s hard to find a delicacy like this in the Devildom, so sweet I could eat you right up. Next time I’ll have to help myself to a proper taste but I know what you really want right now.”

Pulling your centre flush to his hips you could feel his erection through the smooth silk of his pyjama shorts, the material soaking through with your release immediately and clinging to your folds as he rubbed his dick against you. Both of you sighed in unison at the welcome friction; gone were your anxious nerves, you needed to feel him inside of you now. And you weren’t above telling him either.

“Asmo, please, I need you so bad,” you whined, hands trying to reach for him but merely grazing over his hips. “I want you so much, please.”

You watched him shudder at your begging as his hands reached to unbutton his sleep shirt, the pink silk slipping off his shoulders, slowly revealing more and more of his flawless skin. He was basking in your undivided attention on him, making sure to pose perfectly to give you a show, despite having you in his bed already. It was working in his favour though because, as the light framed his champagne locks perfectly, he could see your eyes rake all over him and your fingers twitching to feel his skin against yours.

He took his time sliding his stained bottoms off, revelling in the way your lips parted as his dick slapped against the planes of his abdomen. Just like the rest of him, it was perfect. Flushed a light pink towards the tip with a few veins decorating the shaft, Asmo was just the right amount of length and girth to make your mouth water and walls clench around nothing, something that didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“Like what you see, pretty?” He teased as he settled back above you, his natural body heat enveloping you once more as he leaned up to press more open mouthed kisses along the path of your collarbones, throat and shoulders, his tongue darting out to taste the salty flavour sticking to your skin.

Warm hands caressed your hips in soothing circles as you wrapped your arms around his neck, the gesture so gentle in contrast to the words being spoken against the shell of your ear. “So beautiful, so sensitive, so soft, I can’t wait to ruin a pretty thing like you. All you have to do is relax and indulge; you can do that for me, right? Just give in to the pleasure, give in to me, and let me do the rest.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, dazed by his close proximity, “I can do that.”

“Such an obedient human, you make me so proud,” Asmo cooed. Shifting his weight onto one forearm, his other palm slid down your body, wrapping around your thigh to hike it over his waist. The position allowed him to thrust his cock through your folds, coating himself in your slick and catching your clit on every forward motion.

This time there was no mistaking it, his eyes did glow in the dim room, shifting between your bodies and your face, your mewls of stimulation and the tears clinging to your lashes drawing his attention effortlessly. Without resistance, he let you pull him down for a deep kiss, one full of passion and want and need, mirroring perfectly how your hips had started bucking up against him.

Swallowing each of your breathless noises, Asmo parted from you by tugging on your bottom lips, fangs digging into the plushness. “Are you ready? If anything makes you uncomfortable, tell me immediately.”

When you gave him the okay, he positioned the glistening head of his dick against your soaked entrance before taking his time to push past the first tight ring of muscle. He let his head drop forward as your warmth enveloped him, whereas you threw yours back against the pillows at the stretch.

There was a slight sting as he pushed in further but it was completely drowned out by the addictive feeling of being filled. You couldn’t believe you went so long without his veins gliding against your velvety walls, clinging to him as if they tried to remember his shape only. If this was lust then you understood why Asmo as its embodiment was so entrancing and alluring.

Said demon exhaled a shaky breath as he bottomed out, his hips flush with yours, willing himself to hold still as you adjusted to his size. Throughout the centuries, he’d thought he’d made just about every experience he could, always making sure whoever he was with had their needs met. He’d charmed countless humans, demons and one or the other angel alike, tumbled into their beds and fed off their lust, satiating both himself and them.

But there was something different about this. This night, there was seemingly no end to his desire; he craved more, he needed more of you. Of you and your lust. Just like when you shared your power with him, there was something about the sin dripping off of you that made it hard to control himself.

Luckily, you were just as impatient to feel more of him as he was, every initial inhibition thrown out the window. Instead, you pressed the heel of your foot into his lower back, encouraging him to go even deeper than he already was. “Asmo, move, please…”

Not needing to be asked twice, he pulled his hips back until only the tip remained inside before thrusting all the way back in, setting a slow but deep pace that had you twisting in his hold. Using the knowledge of your body he’d gained earlier, he had no problems hitting your most sensitive spot dead on to see your back bow in sheer ecstasy.

Embarrassed by the lewd moans and whines echoing around his room, you bit down on the back of your hand, trying desperately to muffle the sounds, only for Asmo’s fingers to curl around your wrist and pull it away again.

“None of that, darling, I want to hear you. You sound so cute with my name on your lips like it’s the only thing you can think about, don’t deny me this pleasure.” He punctuated his sentence by delivering a particularly hard stroke to tear a sinful moan from you as he intertwined your hands, squeezing down on your fingers as you clamped around his cock. “Besides, if anyone gets to bite you, it’s me.”

Now, with your hand pinned beside your head, all your noises were spilling freely, combining with the sound of skin slapping and the obscene squelch of your cunt fluttering around Asmo’s girth to create the most beautiful symphony. Your body felt like it was on fire, the demon burning you from the inside out as beads of sweat started rolling down your temple when the clenching of your walls around your lover started gaining in frequency again.

Trusting you to keep your hand away from your mouth, Asmo slipped it between your bodies, circling your clit and pushing you to greater heights than before, encouraging you to cream all over him. Losing yourself in pleasure, your sentences became more incoherent, all rationale seeping from your mind.

“Oh my god! Asmo!” You wailed at a specific thrust that made your knees jerk against him, free hand tugging on the roots of his hair, clamping down harder at his melodic groan that followed.

“Praying to a demon? What a naughty human,” he chuckled, voice now a lot more strained, his focus entirely on working you up further. “You should’ve learnt by now not to tempt a demon but you’ll see where that lands you.”

The knot in your stomach was so close to snapping, various muscles already flexing under the onslaught of pleasure. You just needed a little more.

The Avatar of Lust was almost in disbelief at how close he was himself. Normally he had better control than this, able to outlast just about anyone if he so desired. Yet, on this night, control was slipping from in between his dexterous fingers faster than he wanted to admit. Seeing you shed your inhibitions and submitting yourself entirely to him and his sin, however, was driving him wild. The ecstasy cursing through your pact only added to the sensation. It was entirely different to any other fling he’d had over the centuries.

Asmo was positively drunk on you, the essence of your lust flooding his senses and making him tremble where he pressed you deeper into the mattress. Pure power was clouding his mind and every one of his nerve endings felt like lightning was passing through it.

There was a rustling in the sex-heavy air as his leathery wings unfurled behind him, flapping with each jerk of his hips. Claws were digging into the skin of your thigh as he tightened his grip on you, no doubt leaving little imprints to find in the morning. Your hand in his hair now closed around the base of one of his horns, feeling the ridges of each segment dig into your palm.

When he went back to sucking on the sensitive spot at the base of your neck, sharp fangs scraped against the skin of your throat, a silent reminder of the true nature hiding behind his bubbly personality. Yet, the notion that one of the most dangerous demons of hell was currently so close to all your most vulnerable areas didn’t scare you. If anything, it was exciting.

Before you could do so much as warn him, you seized up around him, pushing yourself as close to Asmo as you could when you came with a loud moan of his name on your lips. Wave after wave of sinful bliss washed over you, pulling you in whatever direction they pleased, like a shaky leaf on the tides.

The sensation shot straight through your pact and down Asmo’s spine, his hips stuttering as he groaned so low in his chest it almost sounded like an animalistic growl. You felt like a doll with its strings cut, boneless and floating as he rode out your orgasm while chasing his own, following no rhythm but still teetering you on the verge of overstimulation.

With one final snap of his pelvis, he pushed himself in as far as he could before searing hot ropes of cum painted the depths of your insides white. Rolling his hips, he coaxed the last bit of pleasure from both of you, then collapsed on top of you to catch his breath.

For a few seconds, only the sound of your shared breathing could be heard, heartbeats in sync against each other’s chest as Asmo lazily pressed more kisses along your skin, especially in places where he’d left a visible mark. You were in return carding your fingers through his sweat-matted hair, tracing the curve of his horns gently with your fingers. The sensation made him giggle.

“That was a first for me, too,” the demon admitted, sounding not at all shy about it.

“Hm? What was?”

“I don’t usually slip into my demon form without meaning to,” he answered your curiosity. When bright eyes met yours, there was so much adoration shining in them you were glad your knees couldn’t physically buckle. “But you looked so beautiful and felt so amazing, I was transforming before I even knew what was happening. More importantly though, what about you? I sure hope I could live up to the expectation.”

“No, you far surpassed it,” you chuckled. “To the point where I seriously doubt anyone else could make me feel this way.”

“That’s good,” he mused, wiping away a stray tear drying on your cheek. “I’m hardly a possessive guy but with you it’s different. The thought of someone else seeing you like this, of you moaning someone else's name, bothers me. I want to be the only one driving you to sin in this way.”

“I think that can be arranged,” you hummed playfully. Leaning down, you gave the crown of his hair a loving peck and he laughed into the crook of your neck.

“Come on, darling, let’s get you cleaned up,” Asmo cooed, carefully pulling out of you and taking a moment to appreciate the visual of his cum dripping out of you and onto his sheets.

Holding out his hand for you to take, he waited as you uncurled yourself from the bed, gingerly swinging your legs over the side of the mattress. Only to almost greet the floor as your wobbly legs gave out underneath you as if they were made out of jelly. Despite being busy laughing, Asmo still caught you effortlessly, supporting your weight before sweeping you entirely off your feet and carrying you to the bathroom bridal style. Again, his slender build betrayed his true strength, lifting you as if you didn’t weigh much more than a feather.

“Oops, I should’ve warned you,” he sing-songed, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “Although you flatter me, you could’ve just told me I fucked you good enough for you to lose the ability to walk.”

“Stop making fun of me!” You whined, hands coming up to hide your face, which might as well be set ablaze from the heat rushing to your cheeks.

“Oh I’m not making fun of you, sweetheart. You’re just so adorable, I can’t help myself,” Asmo laughed that airy laugh of his. When you looked up at him, his half-lidded gaze was already on you as he licked his lips, fangs peeking out as you noted he still hadn’t shifted back into his more human form. His voice dropped as he studied the way your throat convulsed when you swallowed.

“In fact, you’re so sweet, I just might make good on my promise to eat you up once I get you into the bathtub.”

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kpop-otome-yandere-here · 1 year

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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.

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froggibus · 1 year

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Taking Care Of You While Sick - Obey Me!

Includes: Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, Beel & Belphie

Genre: hurt/comfort + fluff!

Summary: you get sick, and your favorite demon knows (or tries his best) just how to take care of you

CW: sick! Reader, fever, lots of medicine, satan being Satan, wholesome Beel

wow i wonder what could have possibly inspired me to write this one….weird. anyway I am still sick but thats okay cause i got to sleep 20 hours one day and watch all the marvel movies so pog. anyway enjoy <3

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Lucifer

doesn’t know much about human illnesses but knows when you’re getting sick

makes you get lots of bed rest

will have medicine and fresh water for you around the clock

offers to do his paperwork in your room to keep you company

you don’t really notice either way cause you’re asleep mostly

he does anyway tho cause he’s worried and wants to keep an eye on you

corrects your temperature in your sleep too

shivering? adds another blanket

sweating? pulls the covers back and puts a cold cloth on your forehead

“luc did you…swaddle me?”

“you were cold”

even after you get better he’s extra adamant about you taking vitamins

Mammon

thinks you’re dying at first

notices you’re much warmer than usual and actually thinks you’re going to light on fire

panics and thinks lucifer is gonna kill him

you have to explain that you’re not actually dying but that you’re sick

probably has no idea what to do to help you

just does what he likes when he’s sick

brings you lots of fluids (especially juice)

and soup

expect lots of soup/ramen

is with you 24/7

“you’re MY responsibility so I gotta keep an eye on you”

probably forgets to take care of himself in the process

so you make him drink your water/eat your soup/sleep

definitely sleeps with you with the excuse of ‘watching out for you’

Levi

its just like in that anime he watched

except he really hopes you’re not dying like the MC in the anime was

just does exactly what they did in the anime (but with a lot more blushing and stuttering)

probably thinks you’d rather lucifer or mammon take care of you

you try to comfort him but you’re so tired that it just comes out as a bunch of mumbles

definitely has to give himself a peptalk (or five)

“y/n is really sick rn, this isn’t about you, ok?”

will feed you medicine if you’re not strong enough to do it yourself

you’re surprised at how well he’s handling things

“ok y/n im gonna head back to my room but if you need anything tonight just text me ok?”

“levi can you stay with me”

thinks he’s misheard you at first

malfunctions for a really long time

you’re already falling asleep by the time he decides to climb in bed with you

Satan

has been waiting for this moment since you arrived

literally read so many books about human illness and immune systems

figured it was only a matter of time until you got sick

is ready with juice and water and medicine

literally has everything you could possibly need

checks your temperature VERY delicately

“fuck y/n you’re burning up”

gets you a cold cloth for your forehead

even tho he knows everything he still is really nervous

checks on you like every five minutes (if he even leaves your room)

would make himself a bed on your floor so that if you need him in the night he’s there

somehow you convince him to come lay with you

even tho you’re a million degrees

he’ll stay with you all night just to make sure you’re okay

would definitely try and hunt down whoever infected you

Asmo

can tell you’re sick just by how clammy and washed out you look

but he won’t say anything

probably makes you one of his ultra healthy super food smoothies

even if it tastes gross he makes sure you drink it

would probably spoon feed you food too

insists you get lots of rest

and when you can’t sleep he’s there to keep you company

keeps up with your hygiene too

will brush your hair/tie it up so that it doesn’t get tangled while you sleep

gets a cloth to wipe down your face and applies lotion and chapstick

probably wouldn’t sleep with you cause he doesn’t want to get sick (even tho demons don’t share the same sicknesses with humans)

but will stay in a phone call with you from his room all night and if you need anything he’s there in a heartbeat

more medicine?

he’s there

but he’s so tired don’t expect him to return to his room after

Beel

doesn’t know whats going on at first but makes an educated guess

asks what you need instead of assuming

makes you lots of snacks + drinks

i feel like he would hide your medicine in food like they do for dogs??

idk it seems up his alley

also helps you with any tasks you may possibly need with

homework? he’s on it (just don’t tell Lucifer)

need to wash your hair but you’re too weak? all you gotta do is lean your head over the bathtub

he’ll take really good care of you

would probably baby you a little tho

like cut up your food into really small portions

and give you juice out of a sippy cup

“beel where did you even find that?”

“i-uhh—“

definitely watches movies with you until you fall asleep and stays to make sure you don’t need anything

Belphie

probably knew you were sick before anyone else

tries to ignore it cause he totally doesn’t care

but your skin is hot!!

and you’re sweating a lot

and your voice sounds…different?

eventually he has to give in and admit he’s worried about you

and since no one else is around he takes care of you

brings you water and medicine and offers to let you sleep in his bed

“just so I can wash your sheets! you’ll feel so much better in clean ones…”

even lets you sleep on his pillow

probably watches you sleep to make sure you’re still alive

but can’t help and admire how peaceful you look

pushes you to drink fluids and sleep LOTS

and if you refuse to sleep?

well he’ll just have to make you sleep

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thebellearchives · 1 year

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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.

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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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suneeater · 1 year

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the seven brothers + domestic life

✎a/n: a little smth for all 7 brothers since i’ve been a little heavy handed on lucifer <3 asmo’s is short im so sorry i genuinely didnt know what to put

✰warnings: slightly suggestive themes, minors DNI!

𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫

The type of boyfriend that is always reliable. Lucifer is the only person you can rely on to be 100% consistent. Once he pledges his loyalty, it’s the most important thing in his life. He would never break his promise to you, and will bend over backwards and break his spine before letting you down. He’s a quick witted thinker and knows his way around the world. He’s dependable, and always right by your side. He knows you better than the back of his own hand and is observant, so he can always be expected to show up like your knight in shining armor

Lucifer’s pick for your first date isn’t the most romantic, but it’s deeply personal. Typically, you would all share a meal together after a hectic evening of dinner preparations in the kitchen, and the dining room table was no stranger to a heated argument. For you, though, Lucifer prepares a carefully chosen meal just for the two of you, paired with an aged glass of demonius and the crackling of a recently lit fire

Lucifer is a simple man when it comes to cuddles. All that it really boils down to is that he can’t stand not being able to see your face, and the way your eyes lock with his and glaze over in excitement and pleasure. Lucifer’s favorite position would be simply lying with you on top of him, perfectly comfortable with you in plain sight. Your head is on his chest and he has easy access to fistfuls of your hair, and you just fit so perfectly in the crook of his neck. It nevers takes long like this for him to nod off to sleep, so he tends to prefer keeping cuddles confined to the bedroom

Lucifer’s favorite domestic activity with you is less of an activity, and more of a status. Being his partner comes with a role of responsibility, as his other half is expected to be someone of a respectable stature and ready to take on an assertive role. Even if it’s just with help wrangling his brothers, Lucifer adores seeing how you become an extension of himself, and him of you, and can’t help but feel his heart swell with pride

𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧

Mammon is the type of boyfriend that never lets you forget about how grateful he is to have you. He is showing you off at every opportunity, often in ways that aren’t so subtle and may even be completely unnecessary. He will never stop wearing you around his arm with the biggest grin, constantly wondering why you would ever choose him and vowing to live up to your opinion of him

Mammon’s pick for your first date really isn’t even his pick at all. Your first date isn’t something that you deliberately plan out, it just seems to happen. Running some late night errands with Mammon by your side as your self proclaimed bodyguard, you wander off path and find yourself in a peaceful, empty patch of earth overlooking the bright lights of the devildom market. It’s here, alone with you and watching you take in the breathtaking sights, with your eyes glimmering in the dim lights and then at him that Mammon can’t take it anymore and spills his guts

Mammon’s favorite way to cuddle with you is under the blankets, curled up on the couch or in bed and indulging in your favorite movies, laughing or crying until you doze off to sleep on his shoulder, so peaceful and at ease with him. Before, he would always tense up when you fell asleep on him, so paranoid about waking you up, but anymore he melts under your weight and is quick to fall asleep too, kept warm by your intertwined bodies

His favorite domestic activity with you is no doubt shopping. When he’s with you, though, something is different; the urge to spend and obtain material items is suppressed, for the avatar of greed cannot possibly be any more satisfied than he is by your eternal vow to him. What material possession could ever be more precious than your love?

𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧

Levi is the type of boyfriend that always puts you first. He is a bit of a recluse and socially awkward, but he sheds his insecurities without second thought if your honor is at stake. There is nothing he wouldn’t do for you, and he proves it every day by taking steps outside of his comfort zone, showing that his most primal instinct is to protect you

The first date with Levi is an anime marathon. He’s excited to share his interests with you, especially because you seem so interested, but you can’t help but notice only a quarter of the way through that he isn’t really paying attention to the tv anymore, and that he can’t peel away from you. You know he’ll never make the first move, though, so you smile at him, genuine, and deliver a quick peck to the cheek. You can feel him flushing under your lips before you’ve even pulled away, and thinks develop fast from there

As far as cuddling, Levi likes to be made to feel secure. Any way that you hold him will be fine, and he especially loves having his hair played with. Your gentle fingers massaging his scalp seem to ease all of his anxieties and he becomes putty in your palms, begging you to mold him into your dream man. When all is said and done, though, he’s just the same as always and you love him dearly for it

It’s no surprise that Levi’s favorite domestic activity with you is playing a video game together, but you just click so well that you’re an unstoppable duo. Playing with his brothers is often stressful and chaotic, not worth the hassle, but it’s like you two share the same mind. Nothing can take either one of you down when you’re together

𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧

Satan is a hopeless romantic. He’s the type of boyfriend who gains self reflection from your relationship, and he can’t think of a way to satisfy his burning desire to shower you in gratitude besides becoming the romantic protagonist of your dreams. He is always searching for new and chivalrous ways to make you feel like the most special person alive, and isn’t afraid to express how he feels about you to anyone else. He has eyes for you and only you, and his tunnel vision blocks out the negativity that would typically consume him. He’s grounded with you

The first date with Satan reflects his romantic personality, and is perfectly befitting. It’s formal but familiar, hand holding and soft kisses with intent, hushed voices and gentle touches that beg for more, but hold back for the sake of taking things slow. It’s immaculately paced, a dinner by ambient lighting and a moonlit stroll where truths are confessed. And of course, he brings you flowers

Satan is a cuddly person. While he isn’t always in the mood to communicate, he can still showcase his appreciation for you through simple touch. Satan often will sit you in his lap, leaned back in a leather armchair with your legs thrown over the side, and his book resting in your lap. You each tend to your own activities while feeling the gentle thump of each other’s steadily beating hearts, finding solace in the comfortable silence

Satan’s favorite domestic activity to do with you is cleaning. It’s symbolic for him, since you help him to feel so at ease with his own raging emotions, and he enjoys knowing that you both share something together, something worth cleaning together. And like I said, he’s a hopeless romantic, so to him cleaning together means taking care of one another.

𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐮𝐬

Asmo makes you feel like the most beautiful person alive. In spite of his own vain, he is always so sure to ascertain that you are the most gracious thing he has ever had the pleasure of laying his eyes upon, and will go off on poetic tangents about how much he adores you. He never fails to make sure you feel attractive, and is always confirming that you make the cutest couple

The first date with Asmo is deliberate, and carefully planned. He provides you with a stunning outfit, albeit slightly revealing, and of course with an excuse to wear it. You spend the night dancing away together, hands exploring each other and forgetting where you are in the ecstasy

Asmo’s favorite way to cuddle is with his head in your lap, your fingers tugging at his hair and pampering him. He’s often dealt criticism from his brothers, but when you’re together like this and your gentle touch reassures him of his worth he can hardly remember why he was ever upset to begin with. He’s spent so much time taking care of himself, and it’s relieving to have someone so willing to do it for him out of pure and genuine love

Asmo’s favorite domestic activity is getting ready with you in the mornings. Anymore, he wakes up beside you and has come to share his life with you. You wake him up with a soft kiss, and you help each other begin your days, symbolic of your intertwined lives

𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐳𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐛

Beel is the type of boyfriend who is upfront and reassuring. Beel is blunt and straight to the point, which makes him perfect for giving you reassurance. He knows exactly how he feels, and wants you to see things that way too. He understands that not everyone can be as straightforward as he is, and so he is incredibly patient. He’ll always take his time with you, giving you all the words of affirmation you could possibly need

The first date with Beel is just a simple hang out together. Relieving some stress, you wrestle with each other, ending with his large frame pinning you down and you being unable to fight the heat in your cheeks. Beel, being as straightforward of course makes a comment about your sudden predicament, and you can’t fight the desire to kiss him any longer

Beel’s favorite way to cuddle you is to hold you close to his chest, hugging your smaller frame against his and entrapping you, keeping you safe from the outside world and engulfing you in his radiating warmth. He feels like he can protect you like this, and that brings him peace.

Beel’s favorite domestic activity with you is sitting side by side with you as you both attend to your separate responsibilities. He finds himself lost in your expressions as you focus on the task at hand, abandoning his own to bask in your beauty and his appreciation for you

𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐫

Belphie is the type of boyfriend who is always by your side. He can hardly stand to be apart from you, and integrates his presence into almost every aspect of your life. People who know you professionally will come to know Belphie as well, and thus the two of you become a very established couple. He’s needy, in the sweetest way, and clings to you like oxygen

The first date with Belphie is one where you drag him around, taking him out of the house to show off some of your favorite sights. Your eyes light up with joy just for him, for the excitement of sharing something you care about so dearly with him, and you’ve never looked more beautiful than when you smile for him

If you’re cuddling, chances are that Belphie is going to fall asleep almost immediately. He likes to cuddle in ways that keep you both secure while you sleep, and often will nod off with your arms and legs intertwined, his head buried in your shoulder and basking in your scent. Any way that he can wrap himself around you is a win to him, and he is always itching to get closer to you

Belphie’s favorite domestic activity with you is retrieving late night snacks, sneaking about the house of lamentation clad in your pajamas with a shared goal of satisfying your cravings without being caught. It’s a pleasant adrenaline rush that adds spice to the mundane of daily life, and he’d lose any amount of sleep just to make you happy

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hwascripts · 1 year

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A Yandere Love Letter from Asmo

Warning: Manipulative behaviour, toxic relationship, blackmailing, overall dark content under the cut. I do not support or condone real life Yandere behaviour, this is simply a work of fiction.

Wanna see more? Hit up my directory

Are y’all interested in dad!Satan or dad!Mammon headcanons? Because I’m genuinely about to sob over the demon bros as dads.

Hi sweets,

Did you miss me? I know you must’ve! Don’t worry, though. I missed you too. I missed you so much that my beautiful skin has broken out with stress acne. I’m gonna have to punish you for what you've done to me, sweets. Since you've taken off, my perfect skin has been an absolute mess!

A perfect being like me should never have dull, lifeless, blemish-filled skin. But I guess my life has also been dull and lifeless since you left the devildom. Now I’m very curious, honey. What could possibly be better than being here in my presence? Certainly it can’t be that little…fling of yours.

Oh baby, it really does hurt me so! You shatter my heart with your cruelty. How could you leave me, your perfect match, for some little…useless toy? I’m very hurt, and offended. You see, nobody crosses me and gets away with it.

I’ve existed for thousands of years, sweets. And nobody has been good enough for me, at least not until you came along. You managed to wrap me around your cute little finger, baby. You’re truly a charming little fox, and that's why I can’t afford to let you go.

We were clearly made for each other, honey. There's no use in denying it. That's why I’ll have to resort to extreme measures if you don't return to me. What measures? Well, wouldn't it be truly awful if all our intimate conversations were released to your loved ones?

What would your little fling think if they knew you were already in a relationship? What would your family think if they found out you enjoyed toying with people’s hearts? It’s scary to think about, isn’t it baby?

But don’t you worry, I’ve always been a generous demon. I’ll give you three days to carefully consider your options. I know you’ll use that pretty little head of yours wisely, but just in case you haven’t gotten the message.

You are mine. Got it, sweets?

Don’t disappoint me.

Your perfect match,

Asmo

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erenyeagerssgf · 8 months

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asmo with a tarot reader s/o

♡ characters: asmodeus

♡ contains: gn!reader, established relationship, fluff, hcs

♡ a/n: thought this was a cute idea. i’m very much into tarot so this was very fun to make. i’m actually so bad at being active... requests are closed, but suggestions are welcomed!

has merch of himself (shirts, magazines, photo cards, etc.) and creates a whole deck of himself after finding out about your hobby

you’re featured on ‘the lovers’ card in his deck

gifts you the first deck made <3

asks for a daily reading to see how his day will go

will also buy you a deck with a variety of fashion on the cards & will have you pick a few cards, then he creates an outfit inspired by the cards chosen

if he senses bad intentions from the people around him, he’ll ask you to do a reading on the negative energy surrounding him

will pay attention closely to the cards and attempt to find out who they are

will support you if you decide to design your own deck or start a business in reading for people

will promote your business on his devilgram

he has a lot of followers and people that are devoted to him, so you’ll probably get a lot of business

swears that he will never get another reading from someone else. you’re really good at it so why would he need to go to anyone else?

definitely asks you to teach him the meaning of each card & you always have to remind him that a lot of it is based on your own intuition!

tells you when something that showed up in his reading happened to him immediately after it happens

#💐.cutie #.hcs #obey me x reader #obey me x y/n #obey me hc #obey me headcanons #asmodeus x reader #asmodeus x you #asmodeus x y/n #fluff #asmodeus headcanons #asmo x reader #asmo x you

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hidansdarling · 1 year

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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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leviathans-watching · 1 year

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can I request a gn mc asking the brothers (and maybe dateables too if you want) to play with their wings/tail? I’ve always had the urge to just mess with Mammons wings and Levi’s tail especially

it’s okay if you don’t want to do it tho! Thank you :) 💙

touching the brothers' tails/horns/etc.

includes: the brothers x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .7k | rated t | m.list | pt 2

a/n: wow i almost want to explore lucifer's a lot further </3 anyway i hope you enjoy and ty for requesting! my inbox is open to chat, leave feedback, or req so come stop by!!

reblogs are greatly appreciated!

➳ lucifer stiffens as he feels your hands gently running through the feathers of his wings. you slow, but when he reminds silent, pick up the action again, every movement intentional and soft. it feels so good. lucifer cannot remember the last time someone other than himself had touched his wings. after he became a devil, they were something he was ashamed of for a long time and his brothers quickly learned they were no longer to touch them, and by the time he’d be okay with it, it was too late. but your touch feels like heaven, and lucifer’s afraid to look at your face out of fear of revulsion, he can’t find himself to pull away either.

➳ mammon yelps when he feels a touch on his wings, turning quickly. you yank your hand back, apologetic. “you’re good to touch them,” he says, “i was just surprised.” taking his invitation, you stroke the bones, following them from the bottom up, moving to the skin on his back. he shivers as you trace your way across his veins, feeling oddly exposed. but it also feels kind of nice, like you’re scratching an itch he hadn’t realized he had.

➳ levi flushes when his tail lashes, bumping against your leg. “sorry, it has a mind of its own,” he says, and you laugh. without asking, you run a hand down the scales, scratching your fingernails carefully over the smooth surface. “that feels good,” levi whispers, and you smile, continuing to run your hand up and down and up and down. honestly, the touch is more soothing that he’d have thought, and before he knows it, he’s half asleep, leaning against your side.

➳ satan wakes up with his head in your lap. he must have fallen asleep reading. as he gets his thoughts in order, he realizes he’s in his demon form, and you’re gently scratching his head, running your hands across his horns in a slow, repetitive motion. nobody’s ever touched his horns like that before. with his brothers, they were merely a place to grab onto when they scuffled, and he himself had never paid much attention to them, simply accepting them as part of his appearance, but your touch is making him reevaluate everything. content to stay where and as he is, he lets his eyes slip shut once more but doesn't sleep, simply reveling in your touch.

➳ asmo giggles as he feels you stroke his wing. “that tickles!” you chuckle, smearing lotion across the course skin, making sure to get every wrinkle and fold. asmo’d never been able to reach all of his wings himself, and only was able to convince one of his brothers to help once in a blue moon, so hanging out around to help him groom and moisturize was truly amazing. especially since you were so gentle and careful, your attention to detail showing in every movement. your hands felt nothing like his brothers’, and for that, asmo was immensely grateful.

➳ beel shivers as your fingers follow the striped birthmarks that go down his neck and collarbone. your fingers are slightly cold, especially considering he runs warm, and the touch feels almost ghostly with how light your touch is. it’s amazing, really, as you make every part of him feel special, including the parts he'd never cared about before, like his markings. your hands dips lower for a brief moment, to his chest, and he inhales slightly, but it doesn’t linger, moving back up before he knows it. his heart pounds behind his ribs and he’s sure that if your fingers were to explore the area over it, you’d be able to tell.

➳ belphie flinches as you touch his tail. “i know it looks soft but there are thorns in there,” he says, striving for casualness. “so don’t complain if you get pricked.” your hands slow down slightly, but you don’t pull away, combing out the hair at the end of it. it’s frightfully tangled but you’re patient and belphie knows that when you finish it will be fully untangled and neat. your administrations feel kind of nice, actually, but he wouldn’t dare admit it. (something in him tells him you know that already anyway, so what’s the point?)

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dreamkidddream · 1 year

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Fright Night || Vampire!Asmo

I will forever say that Asmo deserves more fics and love 😤💗 and that I was also very excited to write him as a vampire!! Also SORRY THIS IS SO LATE- FINALLY GOT OVER MY WRITERS BLOCK 😭 Reader is gender neutral!

CW: kinda suggestive, mentions of blood, modern AU

Dream’s Spooktober 2022 👻

You should have stayed inside.

You should have trusted your gut in not following him, but you were too stubborn- too determined to prove that you’re not insane.

Your neighbor is a vampire.

Asmo, no matter how charming or how sickly sweet his voice sounded in your ears, is a monster.

No matter how much he made your heart race with just a flick of his bright honey-brown eyes or how you got goosebumps along your skin each time he would “accidentally” graze you, you’re still convinced that Asmo isn’t human. He can’t be, right? There’s no way.

You did have your doubts- you were probably in denial at how at how much you felt…drawn to him. You thought of it as a middle school crush all over again, but something was…different about this.

Especially when the dreams began.

There should be no reason why you’re dreaming of his figure looming yours, fingers brushing over your form as his lips softly pressed against yours. There should be no reason why his kisses felt so good trailing down your neck, struggling to hold in your moans and gasps escaping from your lips the farther he went.

It scared you at how good it felt, how fast you lost yourself in the bliss that he gave you. It scared you at how you wanted more.

Then you would feel him smirk against his neck, and the nightmare would begin.

The growing pleasure would turn into excruciating pain as he bit down, your own blood spilling from your neck as you cried out- all while he clutched onto you and drunk away, laughing that same laughter that would ring in your ears.

You would wake in horror, chills throughout your body, grasping at your neck. It all felt too real- some days you swore that you felt sore when your fingers would graze your skin, the area too sensitive to just be imaginary.

Seeing him the next day would always leave you wary, and he still worry over you- not having the slightest clue that he was the reason why.

You tried to push down your suspicions, your fears- Asmo couldn’t hurt a fly, right? As much as he would fawn over you, there’s no way, right? Right?

But the nightmares were starting to get worse, and starting to involve other people. They all received the same fate- their struggling dying down as Asmo sucked them dry, eyes flickering to crimson as he never tore his gaze from you.

You don’t know how much longer you could deal with this, so you decided to get your mind off of things and keep your distance from him. Going out to the club with your friends did good as a temporary distraction, but the heat inside left you feeling dizzy.

The air felt cool against your burning skin, and you felt the tension leaving your body. It’s probably been weeks since you felt this relaxed-

And then you heard giggling that was far too familiar.

A shiver went down your spine and you whipped your head at the alleyway, where hushed whispers and more giggling bounced off of the walls.

Your body was already walking towards it, your breath hitching at the sight.

There was Asmodeus, pressing his lips against the stranger’s own as his hands wandered over their body. He trailed kisses down their neck, moans escaping them as their fingers were tangled into his locks.

The scene was downright sinful, and you starting to get flushed yourself just watching. You backed away embarrassed, shaking your head at how much your sanity has been impacted by your nonsense-

But don’t you want that to be you?

You gasped- that wasn’t your voice.

But you couldn’t focus on what- or who- that was.

He was staring directly at you, with a knowing look.

Asmo pulled away, ignoring the whines of his next meal as he smirked and winked, his orbs flashing to the horrific familiar crimson that you would see in your nightmares.

You didn’t have enough time to scream before he bit down on the stranger’s neck.

The poor victim in his arms didn’t have a chance as Asmo covered their mouth with his hand, keeping them pinned. They tried to struggle, but all Asmo did was tighten his hold, and you could do nothing as you watched their eyes roll back.

Time froze when they finally slumped over, and went limp.

Chills ran throughout your body and your chest felt constricted. It was getting harder to breathe-

Asmo looked up, blooding dripping from the corner of his lips. His eyes narrowed and his smile grew, his fangs glistening under the flickering street light.

What he mouthed to you made your heart stop.

“Run.”

You staggered back, never tearing your eyes away from his as you finally got the courage to turn around and sprint off into the night. His chuckles grew into full blown maniacal laughter, and it felt like he was right behind you, breathing down your neck waiting to taste his next victim.

You didn’t stop running until you were inside your apartment, slamming the door and trying to lock it with your shaky fingers, tears beginning to wet your cheeks.

Even in the safety of your home, you could still hear his cruel laughter ringing in your ears.

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Asmo almost chased after you. Almost.

The thought crossed his mind briefly- it’s not like it would be a lot of work for him or that he’ll break a sweat. No, it would be too easy and wouldn’t take any effort at all. But he decided to let you go anyway, watching your trembling figure sink away into the night.

It’s more fun for him that way.

He was a bit annoyed after you interrupted his meal (very rude, mind you). But you were just too adorable! How long has it been since someone caught his attention like you did? At least a thousand years, if not more. It made him want more of you- your cute mannerisms, your terrified expression, the smell of your blood- it was all so addicting to him, and he wanted to savor it for as long as possible.

It was laughable, really. Asmodeus, a creature of the night that many longed to be with even if it mean their death, desired someone of all people. He wanted all of you, whether it was so that he could take his time devouring you or because he grew to admire you, or both. He couldn’t decide but either way it didn’t change that he craved you.

Just imagining you in his arms, your sweet blood gushing between his lips as your expression twisted into one of pain and pleasure- a shiver went down his spine and he had to suppress his groan.

The limp body fell carelessly from his hands and onto the ground below, but Asmo’s eyes still didn’t leave from where he last saw you. He giggled and licked away at the drop of blood spilling from the corner of his lips, eyes flashing once more.

He couldn’t wait to get a taste of you next.

#dream’s spooktober 2022 👻#obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me x reader #obey me asmo x reader #obey me asmodeus x reader #asmo x reader #asmodeus x reader #asmo x mc #asmodeus x mc #asmodeus x you #asmo x you #obey me x you

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froggibus · 1 year

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Drunk! Reader x Obey Me

Includes: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub and Belphegor

Genre: fluff mostly

CW: drinking, alcohol, vomiting/nausea, bed sharing, hurt/comfort, soft! brothers, drunk! reader

here are obey me hcs that absolutely no one asked for lol...getting back to writing this week so will probably make my way through the rest of my requests. hope everyone had a great halloween/samhain! enjoy <3

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Lucifer

you’re at a dinner party at Diavolo’s castle

and the boys are all caught up in their own conversations

meanwhile, you and Solomon hit the snack table

and he pulls out his secret stash of human alcohol

the two of you mix it with your drinks and go back to the table

you keep drinking from his stash

and next thing you know you’re so drunk that you’re all warm and dizzy and giggling at stupid stuff

mammon gives you a weird look across the table but doesn’t say anything

no one says anything until you get up to go to the bathroom and fall

luckily Lucifer is magically there to catch you

daddy is not impressed

“how did you even get drunk??”

looks everywhere for the culprit

gives up and decides he needs to take you home

man literally THROWS you over his shoulder

tucks you in and is surprisingly soft

“luc can you stay with me” “*sigh* move over”

Mammon

is probably the one that got you drunk tbh

you’re at a dance and he’s bored so the two of you go to get drinks

“I bet i can out drink you” = big mistake

mammon can easily outdrink you under the table so you’re FUCKED

Lucifer comes and ruins your fun tho saying the two of you are forbidden from drinking

which just means you’ve gotta be more lowkey

you’re drunk way before mammon tho

you start hanging off his arm and pouting for his attention

he realizes he’s fucked if lucifer finds out

takes you to the bathroom to splash water on your face and hopes you sober up

instead you start throwing up :(

he holds your hair even if he’s kinda disgusted

decides it’s probably a good time to take you home

holds your hand so you don’t fall

when lucifer asks where you’re going he just shrugs

“y/n has food poisoning”

Levi

you, mammon, asmo and beel had just gotten back from a party

all of them are super wasted so you manage to sneak out of their group before they realize

and you’re free to wander the house of lamentation

of course your drunk mind has only one person on your mind: Leviathan

which is how you end up stumbling through his door during the witching hour

he’s playing games with his headphones on so he doesn’t even notice you flop into his bathtub

only notices when he gets up to go pee

“y-y/n??? OMG are you okay???”

man thinks you’re dead at first

you give him a weak thumbs up before getting up and practically pouncing on him

he’s super flustered by the sudden contact

“you smell like alcohol”

doesn’t really know what to do??

tries to get you to go to your room

but you’re a little gremlin and you don’t wanna go

“okk if you insist i can go see mammon—“

you’re not even done your sentence before he’s catching you by the arm and dragging you back to his bathtub

“oh no you don’t!”

insists you stay because he doesn’t want his normie brothers taking advantage of you

cheeks are BURNING the whole time tho

Satan

Levi wants to try human alcohol like in his anime

so you obviously oblige

except the otaku has no concept of what a human alcohol tolerance is

and gets you way too drunk during a drinking game

you hide out in his room until everyone is sleeping

and try to make it to yours

of course you accidentally enter the wrong one

satan doesn’t even look up from his book

“y/n what are you doing”

“w—wrong room” you slur

he realizes you’re not in your right mind

he’s quite the detective yk

he makes you sit on his bed and examines you

like full on reflex test

and when you laugh at him and he smells the alcohol on your breath he feels like such an idiot

“oh you’re drunk”

“yup”

he forces you to drink water and go to sleep

but you keep getting out of bed so he has no choice but to stay with you and make sure you don’t leave the house

just to take care of you

no other reason…

Asmo

also got you drunk

took you to one of his parties and lost track of you for no less than five minutes

but you come back absolutely wasted

he thinks it’s funny

until you start flirting with everyone who crosses your path

that’s when he decides to shut it down

starts trying to take you home but you whine about having fun

he has to promise you a day out together

when you get home he’s already preparing for the hangover he knows you’re gonna have

puts water, Tylenol etc on your nightstand

and gets a bucket

you start flirting with him and trying to get him to fuck you

he is NOT having it tho

he’d rather do you when you’re in your right mind and can remember it yk

he wants to go get his beauty sleep but then he worries that you’re gonna choke on your vomit

so obviously he has to stay with you the whole night

Beel

he takes you to a pub because he wants to try human alcohol

he’s heard it’s really good

you agree to have one drink

but the man keeps ordering round after round

and you’re not gonna let him drink it all

he’d DIE

so you have no choice but to be a good friend and drink with him

beel is absolutely not affected by it though

you get really drunk really fast

he feels REALLY bad

but also knows he’s gonna be in big trouble if anyone finds out

has to carry you home because you can’t even walk normally

all the while you’re feeling up his muscles and cooing about how big and strong he is

he’s trying SO HARD to not become a blushing mess

doesn’t really know what to do to help you but eating always helps him

so he lets you have some of his snacks and gives you water

eventually you fall asleep on him in his room

and he doesn’t want to wake you up so he just accepts it

Belphie

Simeon and Solomon think it would be funny to get you drunk at a dinner party

so they start to give you drinks

which you gladly accept

the brothers aren’t really paying attention to you

except for mammon who doesn’t really care and asmo who thinks it’s super funny

belphie and levi are both at home

so when Simeon and Solomon realize you’re way too drunk they decide to take you back

mostly to avoid the wrath of Lucifer

they leave you at the door and you find your own way into the house

deciding you need water to sober up, you go to grab a cup and accidentally break it

Levi doesn’t hear cause headphones

but Belphie is trying to sleep and most definitely hears

he tries to ignore it but then he hears you crying and knows he can’t

comes to the kitchen to find you crying over the broken cup

is SUPER annoyed

“y/n why are you crying over a fucking cup”

“i didn’t mean to break it!”

realizes you’re drunk immediately and helps you clean up

tries to go his separate way but realizes he’s the only responsible one home

so he puts it on himself to take care of you and brings you to his room with him

“just lay right there and don’t move ok?”

“and don’t even THINK about puking on me or my bed”

the two of you end up falling asleep pretty quickly, Belphie wrapping his arms around you

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elizabeths-writing-corner · 2 years

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“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.

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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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