#asmodeus fluff

[angelltheninth]

First Time Meeting The Obey Me Brothers

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

Tags: fluff, teasing, first meeting, hand kisses, flirting, taking a nap, being spoiled, school council

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A/N: The demon brothers give me so many feelings that I can only express in text form.

Lucifer is your student council vice president and you met him when you first got to his office. He didn't think too much of you, yeah you had good grades, you were pretty and popular with the rest of the students but those traits won't be enough to charm him. With him you'll have to prove you're a hard worker and take things seriously if you want any kind of praise from him.

Mammon meets you at the shopping mall when he sees you looking at some earrings. They're pretty so you must have good taste, which also means you'd have no problem hanging out with him eventually. He buys the earrings and they're the first gift he ever gives you when you get into a relationship. Now he wouldn't spend money on just anyone so you better cherish those.

Leviathan doesn't meet you in person until later on but rather over the online game you both play. You start chatting more and more and over time the games become less about the game itself and more about the two of you spending time together and getting to know each other better. When he first meets you in person he gets a little defensive over the teasing, a little different than when he's online.

Satan actually meets you at the library when he's checking out some books. He realizes you work there part-time and starts visiting even more often just to see you. Not like he's hiding it either, he 's being openly flirty, asking you where certain books are even though he knows and kisses your hand every time you hand him a book. Eventually he does ask you to hang out outside of work.

Asmodeus meets you on the first day of school and he immediately starts flirting with you. Walks you to class, he asks you to lunch, he tells you about the school and how it works but he is more on guard when you're around his brothers. Does all he can to charm you as much as possible, but also his crush isn't superficial. Not anymore at least, not when he gets to know you so much better.

Beelzebub first sees you sitting alone at the café he frequents and likes to eat at. The more he sees you the more he realizes you're always alone there so one day he asks if he can sit with you because the café is pretty busy and full that day. You start talking and soon enough it becomes common for the two of you to sit together. The staff also notices and bring you special couples drinks and snacks.

Belphegor wasn't awake when you first met him because he was taking a nap at the time, in one of the empty classrooms. Startled awake he thinks you're gonna rat him out but you found his sleeping face so cute that you can't bring yourself to do it. While he doesn't like you're calling him cute he appreciates you not telling on him. Not only that time but also every week after.

[loveydovey-leviathan]

can i request the Obey me brothers and/or the datables reaction to you being jealous ☺️

mc gets jealous

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a/n: the intro is so long in comparison to what i wrote for the characters lmao

cw: the gender of the person flirting with the characters is not mentioned. they don’t leave even after he’s told them to [belphie’s part]

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The two of you have been spending less time together lately, your personal responsibilities keeping you apart longer than they usually would. But when you realised the both of you hadn’t gone on a date in weeks, you decided to surprise them with one at a popular cafe in the human world.

Once seated at a comfortable corner, you kiss them on the cheek and tell them you’ll be right back with your orders. The trip from the counter to your seats couldn’t have taken more than 4 minutes but when you walk back, there’s a stranger at your spot next to them. By their body language, it’s clear they’re trying to snatch up your obviously irritated significant other.

Maybe it’s because today was finally a free day for the two of you, combined with not seeing them as much as you would’ve liked– but when you finally arrived at your table, you set down your orders with a little more force than necessary.

With eyes as cold as a storm as you possessively inserted yourself by your lover’s side, you asked the stranger in your seat, “Do you need something from us?”

lucifer

A smug little smirk makes its way to his handsome face when the stranger decides not to start anything and walks away.

And while a part of him doesn’t even want to wait until they’re out of earshot– the same part of him that wants to kiss you senseless in front of the many suitors you have– he refrains from doing anything too rash in public.

If he was in his demon form, his wings would ruffle from how you pridefully claimed him to be your lover in front of this “threat”. Not that anyone has the potential to be one when you’re all he ever thinks about in the late hours of the night.

When you sit down next to him once more, still obviously slightly angry after the ordeal, he gently holds your hand and presses it to his lips.

Just in case it wasn’t clear to anyone else in the cafe that the two of you are together.

“There’s no need to be jealous, my dear. I’m all yours.”

mammon

He gets a little flustered when you’re at his side but he soon gets over it and pulls you closer.

“In case it wasn’t obvious, I’m taken. Now, scram.”

Unlike Lucifer, he doesn’t even wait until the person leaves before he gets up to kiss you (on the cheek, he can only handle so much PDA).

“Took ya long enough! Seemed like you were takin’ forever.” “I was gone 5 minutes, Mams.” “Same thing.”

He’s sweet. And needy– but that’s why you love him. Another kiss on the cheek and it seems like he’s already forgotten what happened.

He hasn’t obviously. He’s going to daydream about this for the next 4 months every night before he goes to sleep because it proves you’re just as greedy for him as he is for you.

He’ll tease you about it, of course. “You must really love me if that got ya jealous.” He’ll stop if you ask him too but he’s still going to be giddy about it.

leviathan

He’s so relieved once you’re here because he had no idea what to do. He doesn’t even realise that he’s leaning towards you.

It isn’t until the stranger leaves that he realises that he’s still extremely close to you while in a public cafe.

He instantly gets so embarrassed and wants to leave.

It doesn’t take you long to put the pieces together– so you take your orders to go and pull him outside the cafe and into a nearby park.

“S-Sorry… I know you really like that place.” Now he’s worried that you might hate him for getting embarrassed and potentially ruining the date for the two of you.

When you reassure him that it’s fine and that you can always go to some other place, he calms down enough and the situation completely dawns on him– you got jealous because you thought someone else wanted his affections (which he still isn’t completely sure of btw).

His face is flushed pink when he thinks about it. You love him enough to fight for him.

“What? Oh- uhm.. it’s nothing– just thinking about how cool you looked back in the cafe when you got jealous, hehe.” < is imagining scenarios in his head and totally planning on telling Henry 2.0 about this exciting development in your relationship.

satan

He was about to commit a crime right before you came along.

Usually, he would be better at keeping his anger in check but this is your first date in a while and he’s not about to have some rando ruin it for the two of you.

“Leave.” is all he says to them with a glare sharper than Asmo’s heels.

He calms down as soon as he sees you seated next to him once more.

“They’re lucky you came when you did. The absolute nerve of some people–” he shuts up once you kiss him on the cheek.

While the two of you eat your food, he realises that your actions may have been caused by a spur of jealousy. He’s quick to tease you about it.

“Was somebody jealous? Well, now you know how I feel whenever one of my brothers take you away.”

He thinks you’re so cute when you’re jealous, but he refrains from teasing too much lest you lightly make fun of him when he’s green with envy.

asmodeus

Don’t get him wrong, he absolutely loves attention– but not at the expense of the two of you spending time together.

As soon as you’re next to him, he stands up and pulls you even closer than you already were.

“Ugh, MC~ where were you? I was so bored.”

He’s acting all whiny and needy, pressing his face into the crook of your neck and completely ignoring the other person.

It’s not long before they turn red in the face and storm out of the cafe.

“Finally, they’re gone,” he complains, checking underneath his nails like he was afraid some of their filth might have latched itself to him.

“You’re adorable when you’re jealous, have I told you that?” 

He’s so quick to tease, even though he’s 100x worse when he’s jealous.

Somehow, he’s even more clingy the rest of the date. He's holding your hand, kissing your cheek, pulling you close to him the entire time– his own way of telling you and everyone else that he’s yours and you’re his.

beelzebub

He’s pretty clueless as to what’s happening and what the stranger’s intentions are– but when you come along, his passive face instantly lights up with a smile.

He is so in love with you, that you’d have to be blind to not see the way he looks at you, like your presence alone makes his heart full.

The stranger realises that they didn’t have a chance from the beginning, and Beel doesn’t even notice them leaving.

He notices that you seem angry at something, so he gently takes your hand and seats you beside him again– handing the slightly ruined food to you.

“You look angry. You should eat, it’ll make you feel better.”

He was right, it did make you feel better. Along with him happily eating all the orders you got him.

He won’t bring up the stranger unless you bring it up, but if you do, he’ll just shrug.

“Them? I don’t know, they just came up to me and sat on our table. I don’t mind when people do that but they were interrupting our date. I didn’t want to get angry and make a scene.”

belphegor

Belphie is spoiled. And he is tired.

When someone comes and sits on your seat, trying to flirt when the two of you came in together– he is instantly pissed off.

He wants nothing more than to “make” them leave, but he can’t (at least not in the way he wants to). So he just decides to be upfront instead.

“Do you mind? That seat is taken by my s/o– the one who walked in with me, in case I need to remind you.”

When they still don’t leave, he’s very seriously considering putting a curse on them.

But before he starts the incantation, you arrive in an equally bad mood.

Recognising that it’s two against one, they roll their eyes and leave, muttering something under their breath all the way.

“That was so tiring…” < (he spoke three sentences)

If you offer to go home, he refuses, saying that you both planned this already.

“I’ll try my best to stay awake but I can’t guarantee it. When we get back home, you owe me a nap.”

The sly little bitch managed to turn the whole thing in his favour.

[gennabi]

language of love

asmodeus x gn!reader • 0.2k

platonic/romantic; fluff, comfort

[ smtg little. just wanted to highlight how he's very hands on not just in affections , mention of bullying ]

obey me masterlist | main masterlist

"What did you say, sweetie?"

Averting your gaze, your mouth is clamped shut at the question. There's no mistaking the sharpness in his tone even with the nickname and all.

The water lightly sploshes and you give a small shake of your head, "It's nothing."

A scoff falls off his soft pink lips, and you only realize the sound is not directed to you when he makes his way from across the hot tub. His eyebrows furrow. He hates wrinkles..

"You mean to tell me some demons forcing you to do their homeworks are nothing?"

He takes his place beside you now, eyes staring intently on your face. "It's no wonder you haven't been getting enough sleep," he comments with a hand tentatively reaching out. When you don't move away, he places it on your cheek, thumb rubbing the skin under your eye.

Only then you turn to his face, quietly watching as something flickers in his beautiful light orange orbs. His next words are in a hushed whisper. A promise even.

"I'll need names."

wurghh writers block is eating my brains out

[ieatkeyboard]

What Obey Me brothers do for Valentines day

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[leviathism]

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

asmodeus x reader

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

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

Skip?

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

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

Asmodeus squealed, effectively ending your efforts.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[luxthestrange]

Incorrect quotes#819 Side Eye

Mc & Asmo going to Demon Pep talks about how to get females...how to be a womanizer...it was really a "Wanna humiliate a demon?-YEAH!!!"

M!Demon*Looking at the Rows of Demon males*-Say the meanest thing you can think of me, Anybody

Mc*Leaning against Asmodeus, arm around his waist*...Forehead

M!Demon*Looking visually confused*...Sorry?...What does that even mean?

Asmo*Leaning unto you as well with a smile, nuzzling into your shoulder, Shrugs*Forehead~

M!Demon*Swtiching from leg to another, scoffing*..Ok...sure it's just funny because I dont like...have a weird forehead-

Mc*Snickers and nods at him*Heh-heh!-Just keep talking goofy

M!Demon: Im NOT goofy im actually regular alright-Listen when you approach a lady what you want to do is you want to take AN ALPHA body stance!BROAD SHOULDERS!*Puffing his chest and shoulders to show them*

Mc*is letting Asmo retouch lipstick and mockingly does a hand gesture to their own forehead*BROOOAD FOREHEAD

M!Demon: Dude-DUDE im fine if you and he stays just don't interrupt me, please

Asmo*Kisses Mc lips before the lipstick dries just to get the same shade,side-eyes at the Demon*No no~We might~We Might~

M!Demon: Ok look, no matter what a lady throws at you...*smiles at the crowd* and they can say some pretty random stuff, Just roll with it-I'll show you! I need a volunteer!

A demon in front of You and Asmo get up just as you did

M!Demon:Oh no i think you stood up first sir*Looking at the demon in front of you*

Mc*Touching his shoulders with a malicious grin*Ey bro if you cool with it you know what im saying. You don't mind~*Is slowly making the demon sit down back*-If I do this right?~

RandoDemon*Nods abit nervously*Uh-...Yeah yeah

Mc*Smirks patting his back and walking up to the stage*Yeaaah dexter's lab is cool with it~Go ahead goofy*getson the stage next to the Demon*

M!Demon*Scoff rolling eyes...but clearly getting self-conscious*Not Goofy-Alright im going to do what I call a basic opening line*Coughs and smirks at you deeper voice*Hey goddess~ What's your name?~

Mc*Hums and nods looking at him*You a bitch

M!Demon*Looking offended*HEY-

Dont tell me you and asmo are running around all the realms giving side eye and destroying the self esteem of THOSE type of guys-

[hopeluna-archived]

Love languages + Obey Me!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Characters: Satan, Asmodeus

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ CW: none!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ A/N: the first part of this <3

M.list

!! Satan

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

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

!! Asmodeus

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

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

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[sheepiemc]

Seven Stupid Reasons to Summon a Demon

Reason #5: need help picking an outfit

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

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

The most mundane fashion show in the history of existence. 

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

Tonight is a big deal. 

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

That's why your outfit had to be perfect. 

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

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

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

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

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

Okay… 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Clearly.” 

You ignore the slight remark and continue explaining. 

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

“Naturally.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You know. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your face is now fully illuminated by the lamp. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You gasp. 

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

You're speechless. 

“Asmo…” 

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

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

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

But your interest is piqued. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Deal,” you hold out your hand. 

Asmo smiles. 

He won. 

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

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

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

You snap back to reality. 

“That’s it? A kiss?” 

And you thought it was gonna be bad. 

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

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

It’s game on.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Of course, it wouldn’t be that easy. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This time the lace shirt is black. 

But you’re still wearing the harness. 

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

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

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

You smile gently. 

“I trust you.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll be waiting for you.”  

[simplytips]

How Obey me characters would be as your Bf

Me and my friend was thinking about this idk 😭 so I decided to make a post about it

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Asmodeus- Would be matching outfits with you, helping you with skincare, and taking you shopping with him buying you the latest trend

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Satan- When's he's not busy with a lot of stuff and has to wake up early then you he would cuddle with you in bed for a while before getting up and making you food treating you like a princess everytime he's free because he's busy so making the most out of the time you guys have together

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Beelzebub- I don't know if he can cook but if he can the meals would be amazing five stars meals everyday since he does eat a lottt would probably have to buy groceries every week but you don't mind laying down on the couch with shorts and oversized shirts showing your thighs is dangerous because he will find a way to lay on them and go to sleep 🥰

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Levi-...Probably would talk about anime characters 24/7 you would be at work and he'll ask in a meeting can you stop and get him this new anime game that came out when you leave but other than that he's a good bf caring for you cuddling you

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Mammon- would be spending your money his money the bank money would be in debt a lot 😭 But you can't stay mad at him long because he'll try to make it up to you by a stay-at-home movie night with your favorite movies

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Belphegor- sleep 24/7 like he have just taken a 10 hour nap and would be up for a while then later he would be sleep but he would pull you in and cuddle you to sleep using you as a body pillow you thought you slipped away from him no he'll pull you right back in bed holding you more tight now

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That's it if you're wondering where Lucifer is at I didn't know what to put for him 😭

[audie430]

one of my favs to look back on♡

An Attempt, A Failure, A Moment Of Forgiveness

The Demon Brothers x Gender neutral reader

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

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

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

*Asmodeus uses he/she pronouns 

*Levi is autistic 

Not fully proof read, let me know if you see any errors!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fortunately, you knew just how to lighten the mood! 

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

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

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

“What?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, human!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So, wanna talk about it?” 

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

“…Can I take a guess?” 

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

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

Your silence was all the answer he needed. 

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

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

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

“It’s okay, Beel…thank you.” 

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

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

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

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

“I’m a little better now, thanks…” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m okay, Asmo.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Luci 

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

[gennabi]

and when it's just us two

asmodeus x gn!reader • 1.0k

romantic; fluff, angst somewhat

[ you suck at throwing a party, but he comes anyway. reader is kinda a loser (same) (affectionate). cw self loathing reader. 🎧 party 4 u - charli xcx. ]

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Light orange irises. It's one second, then two, then you're not quite sure how long you were staring. He didn't seem to mind it, if the corner of his lips lifting into a handsome smirk is any indication.

Almost subconsciously, your feet naturally make their way over to him as your gaze travels down and down. His dress looks rather flattering on him, where it ends dangerously high, even if he's sitting and you could barely see his full figure- But when is he ever not pretty? Especially in a party. You had hoped it would be attention grabbing enough that the Demon of Lust would visit you tonight. Eyes flickering back to his, Asmodeus playfully scoffs as you catch his gaze drifting upwards too to meet yours.

How naive. If only you knew he had always looked at you.

There's a few beats of silence, the loud music dulling in your ears as you suck in a breath. He doesn't move nor speak, eyelashes slowly fluttering as he tilts his head, propping his chin on his head. Asmodeus stares. Hard. And with more time passing, you barely realize how warm your cheeks are until the heat travels down to your hands, now suddenly clammy.

"Uh.." You dumbly start, closing your mouth immediately and a soft laugh follows, Asmodeus's figure slumping further against the couch.

"Yes sweetheart?" He coos, with that sweet sweet voice of his. It sends your heart soaring, lips pursing when the words are struck in your throat.

You send him a half-hearted smile instead, fingers idly scratching by your sides. "How... is it..?" The demon's eyebrow quirks upwards at your question, an almost surprised look on his face before he too returns your smile. "It's yours so of course I love it."

He stops there. Doesn't bring up the lack of 'festivities' in this area you rented. Doesn't even spare a glance at the minimal props or the few flickering lights definitely not flashing enough for something called 'a clubbing party.' It's horrible, really. Even you could tell that.

Maybe that was also the reason he didn't post any story to put into his Devilgram's highlight. It must be extremely bad, you realize. The amount of beings surrounding you could be counted with one hand, with most of them giving you pitiful looks when you greeted them earlier. What a waste.

A light grasp under your fingers gently bring you to the present, and when you turn to look at him, he's already standing and tugging you. "Anyway... care to dance?"

You give a nod, not fully comprehending the question, focus zeroing on the way your palms are together. It's only when his breath hits your ear that you nearly jolt back, shoulders straightening in surprise, his hold on your hand loosening then you feel his arm securing around your waist. There, but not quite.

"What are you even thinking about?" His lips curve downwards into a beautiful frown, a furrow in between his eyebrows. Warmth budding in your chest, you still couldn't swallow down the frustration down your throat. Is your party really that bad? You know you're nowhere as experienced as the demon before you, but you put in so much effort! Is this even something to mull over about? It's just a party. And the absence of Asmodeus's Devilgram story should really be the last thing you're worrying so deeply about.

You start to sway your hips and the fifth-born follows, undisturbed by the jarring contrast with the upbeat music in the background. Sighing, you place your palms carefully over his forearms. "You can say it's bad, you know."

His eyes shine with amusement as he hums. "Really? Although you threw it for me?"

Wait. How did he— ?

"Oh, come on. For only seven bottles of alcohol you have, four being my favourite out of them is already telling, no? And the lights! They're all pink! Even these tracks, you have such similar taste with mine." Asmodeus regards you with a playful wink, fingers rubbing circles on your hips. You're confident the look on your face reflects how stupefied you are, when a series of chuckles bubble up from the back of his throat.

On one hand, you're glad he knows it's him you're concerned about. His silent acknowledgement that this must took you so much courage to even start. And yet he hasn't uttered even so much as a compliment to the party itself. You're flattered he likes you he agreed to go here in the first place. But still.

"I think this party might just be my favourite."

The champagne haired demon suddenly says, his voice all low and.. affectionate? Despite the sincerity in his tone, you could only grumble. "Don't lie."

He meets your gaze properly this time, a pretty smile making its way to his face. You stare back, the intensity in his eyes crackling like fire softly flaming your face. Would you burn yourself if you move closer?

Your answer comes in the next few moments, in the way his eyes are suddenly so close, the tip of his nose hitting yours and he gently nuzzles them together. His eyes flit to your lips and you were almost sure that you'd be closing the distance before he pulls away to your disappointment.

"I don't think I've ever had anyone hold a party for me." Asmodeus muses, his grip on you now loosening. Your heart thumps pitifully at his words and your hand slides up his nape, scratching at his lower scalp. Best not to touch his well done hair. "But.... you didn't post it.."

Stupid brain. Stupid mouth.

The guy before you only leans his head backwards into your touch, the simple gesture sends your heart racing when his orange irises gleam under the pink lights.

"Can't I just have you to myself?"

[zouzoru-comms-open]

H-hey *drops all their obey me fanarts because I wanna make commissions*

[squeakyducky]

Favouritism is real

[luxthestrange]

Obey me!Memes #190

Sorcerer Mc Introducing their Demon Bf while in his truest form glaring down at the sorcerers who dare to be mean to you-

[obeythebutler]

Coming home after a day at RAD means taking a nap.

Classes are an hour long, eight periods every day. Curses and hexes, potions and spells, mathematics, history, seductive speed craft, law, language and code of conduct.

Sometimes a new potion is made instead of the intended one. Or a black vortex is created, and one time you accidentally hexed Leviathan so that he stood upside-down on the ceiling.

Exhaustion weighs heavy on your shoulders as you step through the door, marble floors echoing each other brother’s footsteps as they depart to their respective rooms.

Beelzebub grabs a snack from the kitchen first, Satan chugs a glass of water as Mammon throws his bag on a nearby chair, conveniently forgetting that his elder brother will make him pick it up later. Leviathan and Asmodeus make a beeline for their rooms: one to recharge and the other to complete routine.

Belpheghor will likely have fallen asleep in his room, and Lucifer brews a fresh cup of coffee before departing to his study.

You change out of your uniform and freshen up enough to plop back into bed.

It’s aftermoon.

The bed sinks with your weight, overhead lanterns dimming themselves when you snap your fingers. There’s no homework due tomorrow, and with that joyous snippet of information you snuggle deeper into your pillow. Your eyes are heavy with fatigue.

And in the silence you fall sleep.

Sometime later, when tea has been brewed and everyone gathered one of the brothers will come to wake you up. A pat on your head, crooning as they gently stir you from slumber.

And when you mumble and groggily try to pull them into bed with you your demon will chuckle.

It's only for a moment, they swear. Just to amuse you. And its already five pm, Name, sleep too long and you won't be able to fall asleep at night again. They'll mutter and mumble as they draw the covers over you both.

But the warmth of your bed with their beloved human is too tempting to get rid of.

And it is in a demon's nature to never resist temptation.

[lovetei]

There are just random unexplainable things they do to you

For example, when LUCIFER is walking past you in a narrow way, like in the kitchen, he would always bump his hips on to you to make you stumble a little bit and walk away like he did nothing.

Whenever MAMMON uses his deluxe 666 car and spotted you in the streets, best belive he's gonna press his foot on the gas and make that annoying "Vroom vroom~" sound at you, pull down and wink at you like a street pervert.

On the other hand, LEVIATHAN will always make you download every single app that makes it seem like you're a couple. Those widgets that has you taking care of the same pet and he would constantly remind you throughout the day to "Feed our children."

While SATAN is the one that would unconsciously hold doors open for you, would unconsciously hold the corners of tables when you bend down to pick something up.

ASMODEUS is cheeky, whenever he would see you, and I mean, anywhere. He would sneak up behind you and give your ass that hellishly painful pinch and run away laughing.

And BEELZEBUB is the type to massage you randomly. Like when he saw you sitting down, he would randomly place his hands on your shoulders then he would unconsciously start massaging you.

BELPHEGOR is still a menace and he knows when to strike. Whenever you're busy holding too many things, he would sneak behind you and press or kick you behind the knees to make them fold.