#asmodeus x GN reader

[hyperfixat]

How they show affection, demon brothers!

roughly ~700 words :3 side characters ver

Mammon bites.

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

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

“What was that?”

“What was what?”

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

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

Satan headbutts.

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

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

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

Lucifer purrs.

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

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

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

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

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

Asmodeus rattles.

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

“MC!” [aggressive rattling]

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

Cutie Patootie!!

Belphegor licks.

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

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

You, as one does when startled, screamed.

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

Beelzebub bites and buzzes.

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

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

Leviathan purrs(?).

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

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

Bonus for Memphis, TN. (Mephisto)

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

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

[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.

[princessasmosprincess]

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

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

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

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Taboo

Genre: A little fluff, a little angst.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Poor guy.” You laughed.

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

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

“Oh?”

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

“Me?”

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

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

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

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

“I don't know, Asmo, I don’t really-”

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

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

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

“That’s not it, Asmo.”

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

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

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

You’d never had your first kiss?

“Does that mean you're also a-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His gaze flickered to your lips.

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

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

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

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

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Cross-posted on AO3

[tears0fsatan]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

© 2023 TEARS0FSATAN. please don’t translate, modify, repost or plagiarise my works anywhere.

[defectivevillain]

this fragile heart

pairing: asmodeus x reader

reader’s pronouns: unspecified but masc-intended!

word count: 2.2k 

(ao3 version here)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Very funny,” you frown.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[temis-de-leon]

Who's their emergency contact

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Lucifer: Mammon, his favourite brother and the one he turns to when things get serious. For the sake of his peace and sanity, there are things he'd rather keep secret from Diavolo and just for this reason he can't trust Barbatos either; telling something to the butler would only result in the prince knowing.

Mammon: you, whether you like it or not. Depending on the situation, Lucifer may leave him longer than necessary in the hospital (or wherever he's retained) and his younger brothers tend to make fun of him most of the time. If he has to face someone's wrath, please let it be yours.

Levi: Lucifer, the default option. As much as he loves and trusts you, he needs to be realistic: there are some things you cannot handle. Besides that, of course, his eldest brother is responsible when making decisions, especially if his family is involved.

Satan: Lucifer and he hates it. It used to be Asmo until he had an accident with a spell and ended up in serious trouble. When Asmo arrived he cried so hard out of worry that they had to call Lucifer, so he reluctantly changed it to save some time in the future.

Asmo: you. If something happens to him, the first person he wants to see when he wakes up is you and, if it were really serious anyway, you wouldn't go alone to get him. Plus, he'd also die of happiness under your care since he'd be receiving all your attention!

Beel: Lucifer, who he trusts the most in stressful situations. He loves Belphie with all his heart, yes, but he can't trust his twin to be awake at random times; emergencies can happen at any hour, after all.

Belphie: Beel. Does he have to explain? Besides you, there's no one in the family he trusts more than him, so it just makes sense.

You: Lucifer. Mammon tried to negotiate. He tried.

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This is so damn stupid. I promise I'm writing my normal posts, but I was watching Grey's Anatomy and it just happened. If it looks wonky, it's because I'm sleepy

Taglist: @ilovecandys2010  @ollieoven @kingofspadesdelusion

[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-

[zziridian]

When it comes to the pact marks that line your body the brothers can't help but be entranced

If you find yourself relaxing with Asmo, he has a habit of coloring them in with makeup the intricate patterns practically glow with the shimmers in the eyeshadow.

Levi can't help but stare at them at his, he still can't believe that you'd liked him enough to have a permanent reminder on your body. But he can't lie he thinks it's beautiful.

Beel loves all of them his and his brother's, a enchanting reminder that you would stay, that you chose to stay with him. He'll follow you till the ends of the earth, please let that mark remind you that he loves you.

Belphie has trouble looking at his mark. He knows what he did too you how could you want a reminder of it? But when you grabbed his hand and let him trace the pattern, he couldn't help but blush.

Satan at first had a feeling that he wouldn't like the way his mark looked. Boy, was he wrong. The intricate pattern had him entrance and enchanted. Was this really for him? It's gorgeous.

Mammon can't lie he misses when his mark was the only one that Decorated your body. But it doesn't matter his was first! And well if you ask him, his is the most beautiful after all gold always did suit you the best.

A pack mark Lucifer used to scoff at the thought. But then he saw his. The way it wrapped around your form, the slight shimmer in the intricate Linework, it just looked right on you.

[another-lost-mc]

Shower Thoughts: Their bathing habits, with and without you.

Featuring: The Demon Brothers x gn!Reader

NSFW // Content: Domestic fluff and non-explicit smut. Sharing a bath/shower together; sexual and non-sexual touching; mentions of teasing, semi-public sex (showering together in the RAD locker room), penetration (Reader receiving).

A/N: Shaking off the rust. I blame the new Nightmare cards by the way. I wanted to write this for the OCs and figured I should show some of the others some love too. Like always, my fav bias is showing. (Most of Asmo's section is based on things that occur in the bath scene of Desperation.)

LUCIFER

Showering is part of his morning routine - he wants to look and feel his best, his pride won't settle for anything less. (Plus, it helps wake him up for mornings when coffee alone won't do the trick.)

Baths are a rare luxury for him. Ideally, he'll have the house (and your company) all to himself so he can soak in the fragrant bubbles without worrying about what his brothers are getting up to.

(The fact that they're not home and loose in the Devildom is just as worrying, please try to distract him.)

He's not against the idea of shower sex, but it can be cramped and awkward. He would rather tease you with gentle, lingering touches that leave you both a little hot and desperate before leading you to bed where he can enjoy you properly. He's surprisingly unconcerned about getting his bedsheets wet when it means having you naked and willing underneath him as soon as possible.

MAMMON

Mammon usually showers at night. He'd rather have the extra time to sleep in the mornings before class. If he has to work or has a photoshoot, he's definitely showering before bed - he and his bedding are a mess from sticky, gel-caked hair and the eye makeup he didn't remove properly if he doesn't.

He doesn't usually take baths - too boring, too slow - but if you like taking baths...well.

Whether he's in the shower with you or the tub with you, he's open for anything and everything you might want to do. Even an innocent suggestion for a romantic shower or bath together turns dirty quickly when his eyes and hands start to roam across so much exposed, wet skin.

LEVIATHAN

For a self-proclaimed otaku, his showering habits aren't that bad.

Sure, maybe before you came along, he spent less time worrying about his grooming and personal hygiene and more time worrying about his idols' stream schedules and pre-sale ticket dates for the various movies or concerts he wanted to see.

However, you're here now and you're important to him, so whether he wants to admit it or not, that changes things. If he wants you to hang out in his room for hours at a time gaming or binge-watching anime, both him and his room need to be in guest-ready shape.

He showers more often when he's been cooped in his room on the sofa or in his fashionable-but-not-functional gaming chair that makes his back sweat. Even a quick cool-off rinse in the shower is enough to leave him looking and feeling refreshed which is perfect - he hopes he can convince you to cuddle with him in his tub after.

Maybe it's his natural affinity for water, but he enjoys showering or bathing equally. It's tricky when most tubs aren't big enough for him to spread out with his tail out too, but thankfully they're big enough for you to fit in the tub with him which is just as good - better, even!

He's shy with you in the shower or tub. He prefers to stand behind you so he's not tempted to stare at your chest (or lower). No one touches him as gently or with more care as you do. And the way you run your hands along the scales of his tail or his neck...he's going to try and hide his twitching erection from you and hope you don't say anything if you notice it. He can't help how good you make him feel, but he's not always confident enough to return the favour.

If you want him to touch you, you'll probably have to explicitly ask him to - and wouldn't you know it, your hands resting on his while you guide them to move over your body is one of many acts of intimacy he ends up craving from you.

SATAN

He showers in the morning. He's one of the few student council members that wears his uniform properly and I think he wants the rest of him to look and smell good too.

He enjoys a nice bath once in a while. Maybe not as much as Asmo, but they're a semi-regular part of his routine. He can load up the bath tray with a book, even a cup of coffee or snack if he's feeling peckish that night; time passes in a blue as he soaks away some of the stress that burdens him. If you join him for a bath, he'd love to read to you or simply hold you against his chest while music streams from his D.D.D. nearby.

Showers are useful if he's in a rush, or maybe he just wants to rinse off the day's grime (especially if he was at the club or in a fight). Or perhaps he's not in a rush after all, judging by the way he ushers you into the bathroom with him and tugs at your clothing so you can join him under the warm spray.

Whether he simply wants to melt under your fingers as you work suds into his hair and across his body, or if your naked body so close to his is too much temptation to ignore, know that you're probably the only one who gets to see him - all of him - exposed this way.

ASMODEUS

It's no secret that the Avatar of Lust adores his private bathroom, with its high ceiling and numerous cupboards full of fluffy towels and bottles full of the most expensive haircare and body wash and massage oils that Grimm can buy.

His luxurious tub - if you can call it that, considering it's bigger than any hot tub you've ever been in before - is full of fragrant, crystal-clear water that Asmo adds scented oils and skin-softening potions to. No matter how long you bathe together, the water remains clean and warm (there's a handy spell for that).

Asmo loves the intimacy of pampering you and having you do the same for him. It's almost magical, the way he massages you with slow, rhythmic strokes as he washes you with beauty products he personally selects. He considers your preferences above his own so that everything he brings into the bath is scented with your favourite fragrant notes. If you share his bed that night, he can smell you on his pillow and sheets long after you've parted ways.

Naturally, once he's spent his time spoiling you with his tender touches and whispered affection, he's desperate to have your hands on him next.

Bathing doesn't always have to lead to more than soft, teasing touches. He's not against the idea - it wouldn't be the first time his fingers teased between your legs while he nuzzled the back of your neck and nipped at your ear - but this sort of comfort is like divinity to him. It's a sort of worship he offers you that he's offered no one else before, and no matter how much the outside world demands your attention (or his), this is one rare opportunity where you can truly be alone together.

BEELZEBUB

Beel's shower routine is fairly simple. 1. Shower after Fangol practice or games. 2. Shower after eating at a buffet-style restaurant. 3. Shower before bed if nothing else applies.

Of course, Beel learns that there's a certain charm to showering with you too. He used to complain the communal shower he shares with his siblings is a bit too cramped for his liking, and with you it's even worse, but that's simply a convenient excuse to press himself against you while he hardens against your back, or he cages you against the wall while his arms block everything else from view.

(The open showers in the locker room at the Fangol pitch are fun in their own way when post-victory showers with Beel turn frisky from giddy excitement and too much adrenaline to burn.)

Showering is simply a part of his routine, but like most things he does, Beel thinks they're more enjoyable when he can entice you to join him.

BELPHEGOR

Belphie's not necessarily lazy - he just prefers to spend his time and energy doing things that are important to him. It's not his fault if that very short list can be summarized as sleeping and spending time with you.

Sleeping is most comfortable when he's clean from the day's sweat and smells - the last thing he wants to do is ruin the attic's cozy little nest by crawling into bed smelling like anyone else but him and you. That means if he's going to shower before bed, he's dragging you with him if you haven't had one already.

Belphie might not be lazy, but that doesn't mean he won't use every trick in the book to convince you to touch him and pamper him as much as possible. He whines that he's too sleepy to fiddle with all the buttons of his RAD blazer, and he smirks like a satisfied cat while you huff at his ridiculousness and help undress him anyway.

(He knows you indulge him because you like it too - did you think he wouldn't notice the way your eyes roam his bare chest or the way your fingers twitch excitedly when you reach for his belt?)

Shower or bath sex is a bit messy and not as relaxing as he would like - the tiles are hard and cool against your back, it's hard to prep you properly in the tub as water sloshes against the sides and spills over the floor. It's inconvenient and not the sexiest experience in his opinion.

However. The shower is an excellent place to tease you with an innocent pout on his lips and a wicked gleam in his eyes. Lips trail lazily along whatever bare, wet skin they can reach while greedy fingers prepare you for something bigger once you're finally in bed together, moving together lazily in the sheets and putting off cleaning the mess until morning.

(And even if Belphie gets a little carried away in the shower as he stretches you with his fingers or his mouth, or possibly his cock if he's that riled up, the clean-up has never been easier.)

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[enbyenvy666]

i just can't

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

based on something i discovered about myself recently 🤭

CONTENT WARNINGS - 18+ MDNI, gn!reader x various, vibrator, reader takes medication (brief implication of poor mental health), reader has trouble coming, no beta we die like men w/c - 0.4k

“I told you, I can’t cum.”

It felt like it was the umpteenth you had to repeat yourself. You loved your partner, you truly did, and you knew he was coming from a good place when he asked you if you finished. He just wanted you to feel as good as you made him, but you couldn’t through no fault of your own. It was a medication you had taken for years, one of the side effects being the inability to orgasm. Sure, it was frustrating at times but it was a necessary evil in exchange for better mental health.

“Are you sure?” He would ask again, already reaching down to touch between your thighs. 

“Yes, I’m sure,” you would always respond, silencing his next argument with a kiss. “You still made me feel amazing baby.”

It was always sweet of him to try, you had rubbed yourself raw many times before, but it was all in vain. That was until he came home and proudly presented a vibrator. It was shaped like a long bullet and hot pink in colour, by twisting the bottom of it the vibrations became stronger, and despite its simplistic design, the way it strongly buzzed in your hand had you impressed. 

Eager to use it, he quickly had you on the bed, naked and moaning. The stretch of his cock had a familiar feeling burning inside you, but you never wanted him to stop. He almost got lost in the moment, fucking into your tight hole and savouring your sweet whimpers made him forget his goal. On the lowest setting, he ran the vibrator over your nipples, giving you a taste of what was to come—down your belly and between your thighs, touching it to every sensitive spot on your sex.

Every jolt of pleasure the toy sent through you had your back arching, tightening around his fat cock still thrusting inside your slick hole. Feeling you squeeze him particularly tight, he held the vibrator on that bundle of nerves that had you breathless, nails clawing down his back. Before you even realised what had happened, you were crying his name as your body tensed and legs shook, feeling as if something in your core snapped and released, your body now sticky with your cum.

His hips stilled, still balls deep inside your guts, and drew the vibrator away, staring down at you with wide eyes. Your eyes were equally as wide, panting to catch your breath. His lips stretched into a smirk, keeping his eyes locked with yours and he turned the vibrator up, bringing it back between your legs. 

It was time to make up for all those years. 

𓍊𓋼𓆏𓋼𓍊 Katsuki Bakugo, Eijiro Kirishima, Izuku Midoriya, Dabi, Hawks, Shota Aizawa, Shoto Todoroki, Lucifer (OM), Satan (OM), Mammon (OM), Solomon (OM), Diavolo (OM), Lucifer Morningstar (HH), Asmodeus (HB)

[slutifer]

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

Lucifer: is that a fuckin’ threat

[hyperfixat]

What they call you! Obey Me! Brothers.

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

Lucifer

- little one, little love.

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

Mammon

- doll, babydoll

seems rigjt idk.

- treasure

yeah yeah cliche idc

Levi

Fucking weeb!!

- gamer.

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

- your name.

idk idk idk

Satan

- love.

Romantic woah.

- darling

Again. Tbh anything classic.

Asmodeus

- doll. babydoll.

- baby, babygirl, babyboy

- cutie

no reasoning here!

Beel

- sweetheart

Sweet, food eg theres connection

- your name

straight forawrd

Belphie

- pillow, blanket

as a joke

- babe, baby

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

[zephyrchama]

You're in your room in the House of Lamentation, held down by the Avatar of Lust. He's got you secured in place just the way he wants you - back against the bed, face up towards the ceiling, eyes closed for the moment. He sits on your stomach with a brush in hand. Two heavy pouches are on your chest containing everything from basic moisturizer to specialized lip oils in a rainbow of colors.

"Just going to blend this a bit here," Asmodeus murmurs to himself. He adds another layer of eye shadow while returning to his story, recounting the time he watched a Little D try to rob a pastry shop. Absolutely hilarious, it was like a comedy sketch. You feel the gentle yet purposeful dab of the brush tugging at your skin and wonder if Asmodeus can see you blushing under the foundation he applied.

Every couple of minutes, he rakes his nails over your head as if moving hair aside. Powder is sprinkled on your face, making your nose tickle. You twitch and sniffle.

"Ah-ah! Patience!" he chides. The weight on your stomach shifts and the offending dust is blown off by a warm gust of Asmodeus' breath. It smells like berries. The sensation lingers on your mind more than the setting powder.

"Just leave everything to me. Your eyes are done now, so... Part your lips a little?"

His thumb is already on your lower lip, the rest of his fingers cupping your chin. You hear the clinking of glass as he roots around for something in the makeup bag. His pinky finger taps against your neck to the unmistakable rhythm of his favorite song. "That's my dear. Juuust like that."

His story now done, Asmodeus moves on to talking about his plans for the rest of the week. He's expecting a package from a new brand deal that's already been delayed twice and the company refuses to apologize. "Can you believe that?"

Your lips are wet and sticky from a fresh coat of... something artificially sweet. You don't respond, but his question was rhetorical anyway. On a whim, you flutter your eyes open. Asmodeus is leaning over you like a master craftsman lost in the trance of work. He's so close that the ceiling is totally obscured and you can almost make out your reflection in his pupils. It takes until he finishes swabbing something on your philtrum to notice that you're focused his way.

The instant he meets your gaze is obvious. He cracks a stunning smile, his face softens. He sets his tools aside, lining them up next to you. You feel his legs tighten around your ribs and he chokes back a giggle.

"Aah! I can't take this. You're so kissable, but that'd ruin all the work I just did! You're a sinful human, you know that?"

Asmodeus seems to be mulling over something in his head, but the way you smirk in response sends him over the edge. His lips are meeting yours. His palm hoists up the back of your head so he can make more skin contact without smearing your cheeks. The bags in his way prevent him from going overboard, but there's pressure on your chest as he pushes down to see just how far he can go.

With a final "mmph," he pulls away so you can breathe again, taking pleasure in the way your body moves to gasp down air. You wonder exactly what he's painting on your face, as his lips are a bright pink reminiscent of his sin color.

"There! Now we match."

[princessasmosprincess]

That Bubbly Feeling

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

Pairing: Asmo x GN Reader/MC

Genre: Drabble, fluff.

Warnings: None.

***

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

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

“Really?” You asked.

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, well what about…”

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

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

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

***

Cross-posted on AO3

[tears0fsatan]

                ♰          ・        𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

© 2023 TEARS0FSATAN. please don’t translate, modify, repost or plagiarise my works anywhere.

[koolades-world]

Keeping pictures of him as your lock screen <3

Lucifer

it’s a picture of the two of you, dressed up fancy. you're on luci's back, looking over his shoulder down at a puddle and an arm around his neck. lucifer is stepping over said puddle, both of his arms wrapped around your legs

diavolo took the picture since the three of you were going out after a long night at some big fancy party to get ice cream!

since the puddle was very wide and you didn't want to get your outfit wet, luci offered to carry you over! a gentleman

the two of you didn't even realize dia took it and you got the picture the next morning from him

however luci did buy the both of you ice cream with as many toppings as you both wanted

Mammon

it’s a picture of the two of you at the beach. both of you are half in the water and there’s water actively dripping down your bodies. your hair is plastered to your heads. you are smiling widely at the camera, both arms around his waist. mammon, however, looks caught off guard and is looking down at you instead of the camera. he looked oddly happy

after arriving to the beach, you insisted mammon put on sunscreen but he kept running away, insisting he was fine

sunscreen is important! not only to avoid burns but skin cancer! can demons even get skin cancer? anyways you half thought he thought he didn’t need it, half he didn’t want you touching him

to resolve the situation, he decided to dunk the both of you in the water, so now you couldn’t put on sunscreen

asmo took the photo, more than happy to embarrass his older brother. mammon demanded the photo be deleted but after you said you liked it, he stopped

Levi

it's a picture of him, napping on your bed holding his devilswitch. he's asleep on top of the covers with his headphones about to fall of his head. In levi’s hair, there are lots of little sparkly hair clips that looks like butterflies

his room was getting deep cleaned so he needed somewhere else to hide and who better to turn to?

before you had come back to find him like that, you had placed all the clips in his hair and while he complained, he didn’t stop you and continued playing his game

you originally left to make a quick store run for snacks and was out longer than intended due to shenanigans with the other brothers

after taking the picture, you threw a blanket over him incase he got cold and went back to what you were doing previously, waiting for his reaction once he woke up <3

Satan

it’s a picture of the two of you laying out on a blanket that’s laid on in the grass. satan has kisses in lipstick all over his face and he’s laughing, eyes shut. you’re laying basically on top of him, your face squished right next to his to fit in the frame. the lipstick in question is laying next to the two of you, the case catching the light.

he invited you on a picnic he set up and was very cute, but lucifer happened to walk by and throw some off putting comments at satan. obviously he was not happy

you took that picture after giving him a pep talk to give him the boost he needed because you wanted to remember that moment forever. it’s rare to see him so happy

he couldn’t stop giggling the entire time, so you actually reapplied the lipstick and kept going

you always tell him it’s a shame his eye weren’t open during that picture since you love them so much, which makes him flustered everytime. so, you have another picture from the same day as your home screen

Asmo

it’s a picture he might typically post on devilgram. he’s sitting at a table at a cafe with a cute drink with two straws in front of him. the photo is head on so parts of his surroundings are present. one of his hands is up, waving at the camera, but the other is on the table, holding your hand, your fingers intertwined.

he invited you out to this cafe that launched a drink he just had to have! he got the limited item, but he want to make it special by sharing it with you

you insisted it was fine and that you could get something else but he gave you the puppy eyes

he also refused to let go of your hand for the photo so you had to take the photo with one hand

after the photo he complimented you in your photo taking skills, and of course himself for how beautiful he looked. you promptly agreed with him, making him even happier <3

Beel

it’s a photo of the two of you right after beel won a fangoal game! he’s in his uniform and is clearly sweaty. in one arm is the trophy, but in his other is you. you’re sitting on his arm and he’s holding you close to him. you’re pressing a kiss on his cheek, and he looks shocked.

you were rooting for him the entire game especially since this was the championship game. you knew he was going to win but that didn’t stop you from being the loudest voice in the crowd to cheer for him

after his winning goal, and he accepted the trophy, people wanted to take pictures. he refused unless you were allowed to be in them since it was his first big game with you there

you decided to kiss him last minute, but you thought he deserved it

of course another one was taken for official reasons where it was just you two smiling, but Beel promptly found a way to get the first picture to frame it and put it on his bedside table next to a picture of him and belphie

Belphie

it’s a picture of the two of you in a study hall class. other students can be seen in front of and around you, but that table was just the two of you. belphie is asleep, as usual, but he’s laid out in your lap. you’re reading a book for class, with some colorful sticky tabs and a pen sitting next to both of you. your RAD jacket was laid over him and you had a hand under his head

belphie thought study halls were dumb and used it as nap time, which is what he did in most classes, but you actually had work to get done

you had originally wanted to leave annotation for the book for you own use but belphie had decided to cuddle up with you, so that made it hard

when he inevitably fell asleep, you felt bad and put your jacket over him. at some point you absent mindedly started petting his hair

he still claims to this day that was the best he had ever slept