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Punishment (Asmodeus)

What has Asmodeus done wrong, and how will MC try to punish him?

(Asmodeus x gn!MC)

(NSFW) (sub!Asmo) (dom!MC) (NSFW tags: sex toys/vibrators, "good boy" for Asmo, exhibitionism, recording/filming, lying as part of the punishment, possessiveness)

Word Count: +3,200 (will I be able to keep the next one under 2k, who knows?)

“MC!” Mammon burst into your room, furious, “why’s Asmo got your shirt?”

“What?”

“Look at his Devilgram!” Mammon pulled out his phone and showed you a picture of Asmo lying on his bed in a silk robe with a blood-red mud mask on. You looked back at Mammon, confused.

“That’s a robe, Mammon, and it’s not mine.”

“Not the robe, ya dummy, look,” Mammon zoomed into the left corner and pointed out a black shirt that said “MILF: man, I love frogs” on it. Yeah, that was definitely your shirt.

“You’re right. When did he take that?”

“So ya didn’t fuck him?”

“I was wondering where that went. What did he want with that shirt?”

“Don’t ignore my question!”

“Sorry, Mams. I’m going to get my shirt back while I’m still thinking about it. I love that shirt. See you later.” You left him in your room without waiting for a response.

Mammon slow-blinked. He could not fathom why you loved that shirt so much, and he wondered what that might say about his potential daddy-issues if that was the kind of clothing you loved yet he was still into you. It was such dad humor – or at the very least some pot-uncle/wine-aunt hybrid humor. Dejected, he left to see if he could con one of his other brothers out of some money.

You knocked on Asmo’s door and heard the creaking of a bed. Asmo started to yell through the door, “Levi, I told you I’m not lending you that maid outfit until you can teach Satan how to wear a jacket. Why are you-”

“Not Leviathan?” you replied, chuckling at his stunned face that quickly changed from annoyed to giddy at the sight of you. He smiled, even though his face mask had made his cheeks almost too stiff to move.

“MC, to what do I owe the pleasure of seeing that cute face of yours, love? Come on it.” Asmo took your hand and pulled you to his bed, lightly pushing you down so he could straddle your lap. You looked behind you to see your shirt laying messily on one of Asmo’s pillows. Pouting, Asmo tilted your head back towards him with one slender finger, “didn’t you come to see me?”

“Actually, I just came by to get my shirt back,” you admitted.

“That’s so mean!” Asmo frowned, cracking his face mask and adding to the look of indignation. “You could have at least lied. And why do you want it back?”

“It’s my shirt Asmo,” you laughed at his ridiculousness. “Why do you even have it? I don’t remember giving you that shirt.”

“You wanna know?” Asmo got his face close to yours, staring down at your lips. From that distance, you could smell his face mask.

“Oh, it’s cherry.”

“Oh my gosh, MC! You totally killed the mood,” Asmo gave you an exasperated sigh. “I’m going to wash this off real quick. Stay there.”

“Okay.”

Asmo got up, grazing your thigh with his hand as he did. You sat patiently on his bed, looking at his cosmetics shelf and searching for any new and interesting products. You were a bit relieved that the mask Asmo was washing off now was cherry and not blood. He was a demon, after all. It wasn’t out of the realm of possibility that he had used blood at some point in his cosmetics journey. It was possible that some witch made him a beauty product with blood in it at some point, and he didn’t even know. Who vets all the random gifts he gets, anyway?

“Okay, can we try that again?” Asmo came back, his cheeks and neck still slightly damp. He straddled your lap again, tossing his arms around your neck. Whatever was in that mask worked.

“You’re beautiful,” you told him.

“I know, and you’re gorgeous, my love, now about earlier,” he smiled, inching towards your lips.

“My shirt?”

“Want me to take it off for you?” Asmo slid his hands down your sides. “I like when you’re eager, MC.”

“No, I mean you were going to explain why you took my shirt.”

“On Diavolo,” Asmo groaned, “you’re going to kill my boner, MC.”

“You’re not even hard, Asmo. I’d be able to tell.”

“I could be if you would stop cock-blocking me. You’re so lucky you’re cute, but fine. I took your shirt because you’re the only person in the whole Devildom that wears that MILF shirt.”

“And?”

“I knew if I posted that picture, everyone who had seen you wearing it would know that I had the cutest human ever in my bed. I just wanted to claim you in front of the whole Devildom. You’re not mad, are you?” Asmo started to kiss your neck while waiting for you to answer. He showed no remorse about taking your shirt; that was clear. It was a bit flattering that such a popular demon wanted to claim you, but he should have asked for permission first – no matter how cute he was after getting caught. Although, to your recollection, you hadn’t left that shirt there the last time you slept in Asmo’s bed.

When you hadn’t replied for a few seconds, Asmo nipped at your neck to redirect your attention to him. In a sultry voice, underscored with a hint of anxiety, he spoke between kisses, “don’t be mad, okay?”

He was too embarrassed to admit it, but Asmo had been feeling jealous lately. He was used to sharing himself with others, but he hadn’t fully adjusted to having to share someone else he adored this much. Asmo couldn’t monopolize your time and a few too many lunches with Beelzebub, one too many all-nighters gaming with Leviathan, an extra glass of Demonus after dinner in Lucifer’s study, Simeon keeping you out all day last week for who knows what – all of it – got to him. It had occurred to him that he shouldn’t have stolen your shirt and posted a picture with it, but he was just a demon who wanted to stake his claim on you when he felt like you were slipping through his hands. Stupidly, he hadn’t weighed your potential annoyance against his need for you, and now that he was faced with the possibility of upsetting you, Asmo’s chest was tight – as if you were clutching his heart in your hands, threatening him in silence.

“I’m just glad you weren’t using it to touch yourself with,” you chuckled. What a relief. Your laugh and smile were all Asmo needed to relax again.

“Do I look like Leviathan or Mammon?” Asmo pulled back, feigning offense. The concern about whether he was speaking in hypotheticals or if those two had actually used your clothes for those purposes didn’t survive your attention span the second Asmo pushed you down on his bed. He kissed your lips softly and teased, “I’m still a good boy, don’t you think?”

“Stealing, posting pictures with my clothes in it and exposing our relationship, potentially invading my privacy, not asking for permission for any of it,” you listed off his crimes while he sat over you, hands on your stomach and playing with the hem of your shirt, “does that sound like a good boy to you?”

“Well, not when you put it that way. Want to punish me for it?” Asmo bit his lip as he leaned back down until he was inches away from your face. Those lovely amber eyes could petrify you if he wanted them to – if you let him. Even as you were stuck in his gaze, he waited sweetly and patiently for you to consider his offer – not budging an inch nearer to you.

Unfortunately, the genre of punishment that Asmo implied was unlikely to serve as a punishment. He was plenty kinky enough to enjoy a plethora of options available to you. Luckily, the offense wasn’t so bad as to earn a real punishment (like unfollowing him on Devilgram), so it was of little consequence if he enjoyed his discipline a bit.

An appropriate punishment came to you, and with it, a smirk appeared on your lips. Asmo’s hope turned into eager lust, “you have something in mind, you naughty thing?”

“You’re the naughty one here, Asmo.”

You pulled him closer and kissed him gently. Somehow it was enough to make Asmo moan – perhaps it was the buildup of anticipation, or perhaps he just wanted to put on a show for you. You turned, flipping Asmo in the process so that you were on top of him. He was so pretty underneath you. His silk robe had come undone so that his collar bones and part of his chest were exposed, begging to be touched and kissed. You ran a single finger down his neck, over both of his collarbones and down his chest until you hit his robe. He shivered under your touch.

“Is this your punishment?” he asked. His face held the faintest blush, but more importantly, his joy was plastered everywhere. Asmo couldn’t hide his smile – not on his lips. Not even his eyes, as clouded with lust as they were, could conceal his happiness at having all your attention.

“Not at all,” you sat up and got out of bed, immediately earning a pout and a whimper from Asmo. You took his hand, kissing it softly, before pulling him to a seated position. He watched you curiously as you walked over to his closet, looking for a dark violet box. You came back with a remote-controlled bullet vibrator and a small knit elastic strap. “That would hardly be fair.”

“Ooh, is that for you or me, darling?” Asmo smiled. A part of him was pleased that you knew where he kept things so well that you had no trouble finding what you were looking for.

“Well, you decided that it was okay to share something private about me with your audience without my permission. I think it’s only fair that some of your privacy is violated, too, don’t you think?” you asked, caressing Asmo’s cheek. He leaned into your touch despite his confusion.

“What do you mean, love?” Asmo turned his face so he could place a kiss on your palm.

“Hand me your phone, we’re going to live stream that pretty face of yours while I use this on you,” you held up the toy, activating it briefly in your hand to underscore your statement. Asmo’s eyes widened.

“We can’t! I’ll get in so much trouble if I stream something like that,” Asmo protested. Although, it wasn’t because he was completely opposed to the idea. It was a thrilling suggestion, but Asmo didn’t even want to imagine how angry Lucifer might be if he found out that he live streamed something like that. Sure, demons are accustomed to salacious, vulgar content, but Asmo’s position at RAD complicated the matter – especially on a site like Devilgram.

“Then don’t get caught. Just for 10 minutes, okay?”

Asmo gulped. His need to please you winning out, he agreed. You grabbed his tripod and set up his phone so that his rear-facing camera wouldn’t capture anything below his chest. Asmo couldn’t keep his eyes off you, especially when you sunk you to your knees in front of him and placed one hand over his knees, slipping your middle finger between them.

“Are you sure?” you asked.

“I’m sure,” he smiled, “so watch me closely, okay? I want you to fall in love with me even more.”

You parted his legs gently, running your hands under his robe and pulling it up his soft thighs. Asmo made your job easier by neglecting to wear underwear that night – but that was typical for him. You kissed up his leg, stopping to suck on his inner thigh while you lightly dragged your nails down the side of his thighs. He tilted his head back and let out a moan. His hands gripped the bedding as he leaned back, forming a lovely arch in his torso. Every line of his silhouette was gorgeous – from the extension of his neck down to the arch of his feet as he lifted his heels off the ground. You continued to kiss his thighs until he was semi-erect, his dick beginning to brush against your cheek.

“Okay, you should be ready,” you told him as you pulled back. Asmo looked down, watching you hold the vibrator to the underside of his dick and carefully place the soft knit elastic band over it to secure it in place. The fabric and the vibrator were cool against his skin, but the close proximity of your face had your hot breath grazing him with every exhale. You ran two fingers along the underside of his shaft to ensure the vibrator would stay in place. Taking the opportunity to tease him once more before you deprived him of your touch, you kissed his tip before standing up. The way Asmo stared up at you – so tender and trusting and excessively sweet – made you reconsider: perhaps his eyes were less of a petrifying amber and more of a sticky honey. His robe was disheveled, so you fixed it for him, remarking, “beautiful.”

You took your position at the tripod and hit the record button.

“Hel-lo,” Asmo inhaled the second syllable as you turned the vibrator on to the lowest setting. The initial shock of the sensation was no match for his charismatic professionalism – or rather his commitment to appear beautiful and inconspicuous about his actions. He continued without skipping a beat, “my lovely fans. I just wanted to do a short 10-minute stream to show you just how beautiful my skin looks today. I have a lovely assistant behind the camera with me today.”

You let Asmo go on about the face mask he was wearing earlier while you slowly turned up the speed. He maintained that adorable smile as he spoke about the new product line from some company that you might have cared about if you weren’t so focused on how hard Asmo had gotten. One of Asmo’s hands clenched his thigh. His composure was excellent, and you decided it was safe to play with him a bit more. You upped the speed twice and switched the vibration pattern.

“Ah!” Asmo gasped, his mouth parting briefly in ecstasy before he scrambled to cover his noise. You noticed a blush start to appear on Asmo’s cheeks as he panicked. “I-I- I almost forgot to mention. I also used their magic bath salts from the same line. My whole body has that sweet cherry scent, and my skin is so soft and smooth. Would you like to confirm this with the viewers, my adorable assistant?”

Asmo’s eyes glanced from the camera lens to you, begging you to touch him for everyone else to see. The camera didn’t seem to pick up on his desperation, but you could see it.

“Fine, but I’m going to keep my face out of the shot.”

You obliged his need, getting just close enough to caress his cheek. Your hand wandered down his neck, grazing his chest and causing Asmo to tremble. He called you “handsy” with a flustered smile, but you didn’t mind as you continued to run your hand across his shoulder and down his arm until you were holding his hand. You rubbed your thumb over his knuckles, massaging tender circles into each of his soft fingers. Asmo sat there, patiently waiting for your inspection results. He bit his lip, and his breath was becoming shallow. You grabbed his wrist firmly; his pulse was racing under your fingertips, and it continued to race when you placed a kiss on his hand. The bed creaked slightly under Asmo’s squirming.

“Well?” he asked, “did you enjoy touching me?”

“Of course. I could hardly keep my hands off you.”

From this distance, it was easier to see the precum leaking from Asmo and the trembling of his legs. He was getting closer, and you pushed him even farther when you increased the speed again and changed to an intense vibration pattern once you were back behind the tripod – eyes locked on Asmo.

“Mmh!” Asmo moaned behind a bitten lip, his brows knit together. His face flushed pink with panic. “S-sorry about that everyone, I – ah – seem to be getting a cramp in my leg.”

It was impressive how quick he was on his feet, even considering how many years of practice Asmo had in the limelight. He had just over two minutes left, the adorable look of panic in Asmo’s eyes convinced you not to let him off easy. You chimed in, “oh, there are a lot of comments about how sexy you are, Asmo. @asmos-number69fan says ‘you sound extra erotic today. Lust king.’”

“Hehe, I’m always sexy,” Asmo took a few shallow breaths and added, “but maybe my adorable assistant being here tonight is the reason why I have extra sex appeal?”

He still had the energy to be cheeky, and with one minute left, you turned the vibrator to maximum intensity. Asmo squirmed and his hand shot up over his mouth. You walked over to him, disregarding your previous condition of staying out of the frame to whisper into his ear, “try to keep your composure. Think of your reputation.”

“What do you –” he started, but you cut him off by turning his head towards you and kissing him deeply. He moaned into your mouth. You could feel the heat radiating from his cheeks.

When you pulled back, Asmo’s soft honey eyes were glazed over. His pink cheeks and parted lips painted a seductive image. Cum coated his stomach, and the realization hit so rough that his afterglow was ruined. His wide eyes signaled for you to stop recording.

“Oh my gosh, Lucifer is going to kill me, MC! Was it obvious? Am I going to get banned? How many people saw that?”

“It’s okay, Asmo,” you rushed back to him and started caressing his face.

“I didn’t want to cum, but your lips felt so good,” his eyes began to water, “I couldn’t stop. You make me so excited. But now – who knows what kind of trouble I’m in.”

“It’s okay, I promise,” you wiped the tears that fell from his eyes. “Listen. I was only recording you. We weren’t streaming at all. I lied about the comments. I was the only one watching you.”

The tears didn’t stop immediately, but Asmo was visibly flustered – shock and relief in his dewy eyes. His cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink. Although he made no attempt to remove our hands from his face, he shut his eyes and yelled, “you meanie!”

“I’m sorry I tricked you, but your reactions were so adorable that I couldn’t resist. You were such a good boy, and I relished it. I wouldn’t let anyone else see you come undone like that. Will you forgive me?” You ran your thumb across his cheek again.

“Of course, I forgive you. But since I was such a good boy, you have to make it up to me.”

“How so?”

Asmo removed your hands from his cheeks and wrapped his arms around your waist. He nuzzled against your body and whispered, “call me a good boy and make me cum again. Please?”

Punishment (others)

Belphegor | Barbatos | Lucifer

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devildomwriter · 10 months

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Satan & Cats Vol 1-4

21-14

Satan: “…The cleanup is going to be a nightmare.”

The floor is now littered with books which all seem to be about cats

Satan: *blushing* “Hey, why are you looking at me like that?”

MC: “Have you been cheating on me? …With cats?”

Satan: “If looking at pictures of cats in books counts as cheating on you, then…I guess? Heheh, are you actually jealous of the cats?”

21-14

MC: “Do you like cats that much?”

Satan: “Well, I wouldn’t collect books about something unless I like it, obviously.”

27-16

Cat: *HISSSSSS*

Satan: “Come on, it’s okay. Come here. If you get all angry like that, you’ll end up opening up that wound and making it worse, you know?”

Cat: *growl*…

Asmodeus: “Is that Satan with…a cat?”

27-16

MC: “What’s going on, Satan?”

Satan: “…! …Nothing. I just happened to spot a cat over here, that’s all.”

27-16

MC: “What’re you doing here?”

Satan: “What, is there some problem with me being here? I just happened to spot a cat over here, that’s all.”

29-7

Satan: “Go ahead, see if you can seduce me.”

MC: “Meow?”

Satan: *blushing* “…! …You pass.”

35-14

Satan: “That’s not MC. That’s a cat. It’s a newborn kitten that can’t find its mother, I’m sure of it. And it’s crying out, desperate for help…”

35-19

Satan: “No, I didn’t imagine it. I definitely heard something. It was the sound of a cat meowing.”

35-19

Satan: “I mean, think about it! If a tiny kitten who’s just opened it’s eyes started meowing at you in a weak, fragile voice, hungry and trembling with fear… Would you be able to resist the urge to scoop it up in your arms? Hm?”

Lucifer: “The rule here is “Do not touch.””

Satan: “I take responsibility for my actions. And I regret nothing I did…nothing.”

35-16 Hard

Lucifer: “Satan, when it comes to anything having to do with cats, you’re incapable of thinking rationally. That’s a problem, and it needs to change.

Satan: “…I regret nothing. I just like to help cats in need. That’s all.”

Lucifer: “You may not have regrets, but you still need to consider the consequences of your actions. First of all, anytime you happen upon a cat, you immediately decide to bring it home with you, which…”

39-15

Satan: “Oh, right. I heard you’ve got this place in your world known as “Cat Island.” …In Japan, I think. Have you hear of it? Because I’d really like to go check it out sometime. With you, naturally.”

41-9

MC: “Cat documentaries.”

Satan: *blushing* “Wait, what? You have documentaries about cats in the human world…? Oh, I want to see these documentaries. No, I have to see them. Actually, let’s watch them right now.”

42-16 Hard

Satan: “I don’t believe it…”

Asmodeus: “Satan, do you recognize this thing?”

Satan: “I do. I’ve seen one of these on DevilTube. There was a cat riding on it.”

46-7

MC: *Put on the cat ears*

Lucifer: “The cat ears? How exactly are those supposed to help…”

Satan: *gasp*…!

Satan takes 222 damage.

Beelzebub: “The cat ears actually worked…”

Lucifer: “…Huh?”

Solomon: “Still, they barely did any damage at all. The Demon Lord Satan has 870,000 HP total.”

Lucifer: “Damn…! Someone get us a real cat, and fast!”

47-9

Satan: “I was planning to spend the day thinking up new cat video hashtags to search on Devilgram…”

47-17

Satan: “I also want to get home soon…so I can watch more cat videos… I can’t wait to watch my cat videos…”

47-19

Satan: “I’d like to head back soon, too. I want to watch cat videos on Devilgram. …So bad it’s killing me.”

47-19

Lucifer: “Uh oh, the TV screen… It’s showing video footage of cats now! Be strong, Satan! Don’t give in to them!”

Satan: “…!”

Leviathan: “Oh no, we’re really in trouble now! It’s a group of sleepy kittens…and they’re starting to doze off!” *gasp* “…look! They’re all nestled up against each other and are falling asleep…!”

Satan: “They’re… They’re so cute…”

48-12

Asmodeus: “What are you looking at, Satan? …What am I saying? As if I even need to ask. You’re watching cat videos, aren’t you?”

Satan: “I’ve never thought of searching the hashtag “FrolickingWithADuck” before. Wow, have I been missing out… And don’t you just love this one too, Asmo? “FriendsWithAHamster.””

48-A

Satan: “What I wouldn’t give to be able to watch a nice, soothing cat video right now…”

49-10

Satan: “And a Pretty Kitty special to go with that.”

Simeon: “…Wait. What did you just say? They want a Pretty Kitty Special…?”

Satan: “Yeah. It’s a new menu item I came up with. They’re pancakes in the shape of a cat’s paw. They’re soft, fluffy, and flavored with maple syrup. These are guaranteed to become the café’s signature dish.”

Simeon: “Ahaha… They really are cute…”

Mammon: “Man, he’s sure is crazy about cats.”

49-12

Luke: “Aha… Looks like we found Satan. Hmm, he’s staring at his tablet with a really serious look on his face. I wonder what he’s doing… Trying to understand the current economic conditions in the human world? Or studying a foreign language, maybe? Wow, he really is committed to the pursuit of knowledge…”

Mammon: “Nope, wrong. That’s the face he makes when he’s watchin’ cat videos.”

Luke: “Watching cat videos…?”

49-12

Satan: “As you can see, I’m busy.”

Mammon: “Busy?! You’re just sittin’ here watching cat videos!”

49-12

Luke: “…! Right! Right, exactly. Simeon’s totally obsessed with the cat cafes they have here in the human world! He’s now seriously considering turning the Angel’s Halo into a cat café as well…!”

Mammon: “For real?”

Luke: “Shhh! Quiet, Mammon! Which is why we’ve come to you. As a cat lover, we were really hoping you could advise Simeon… And you know…to do that, you’d need to understand how the business is run, right? And what better way than by working there part-time?!”

Satan: “Why didn’t you say that to begin with? In that case, I’m glad to help.”

49-12

MC: “You know, every day cats show up at the café…”

Satan: “Cats…?”

Luke: “…! Right! Right, exactly. Really, really cute cats…kittens, in fact!”

Satan: “Did you say kittens?”

Luke: “Mmhm. Three of them…actually, wait. Maybe it was five?”

Satan: “Five kittens…”

Luke: “They always show up as soon as they get hungry, and we feed them! Wow, they’re just adorable! They like to hang out in front of the café and play. When they wrestle, it’s like little balls of fur rolling around!”

Satan: “Let’s go. Now.”

Luke: “…Huh?”

Satan: “You said you needed someone to work at the café, right? I want to let Simeon know I’m interested before he gives someone else the job.”

49-12

Satan: “Looking forward to working with you.”

Simeon: “Likewise! I have to say, you’re a lifesaver. I feel much better knowing you’ll be here.”

Satan: “Okay, so…let’s talk cats.”

Simeon: “…Excuse me? Cats?”

51-4

???: *meooow*

Satan: “Just a second, all right? I’m on the phone. Calm down.”

???: *meooooow*

???: *mrooowr*

Satan: “Ow! …Hey, don’t climb onto my shoulder. Quit digging into me with your claws!”

???: *rrraaaar*

???: *hiss*

Satan: “Whoa, hey! Da Vinci…Michelangelo! No fighting!”

51-7

Satan: “You see, I was in the middle of testing out a new flavor to add to our drinks…That’s when the cats started going crazy…and long story short, I ended up wearing the flavoring instead of tasting it.”

Simeon: “You know, that wouldn’t have happened it you hadn’t let them into the café to begin with…”

Satan: “Well, can you blame me? They’re such an improvement. I mean, what’s a café without cats?”

Simeon: “Right. That’s my first point of confusion, actually. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Simeon: “Anyway, don’t blame me when Barbatos makes you pay for this later. He looked QUITE angry about being forced into filling in for you at the café.”

Satan: “I mean, he should be happy, right? He’s surrounded by cats, after all. Sounds great to me.”

52-19

Satan: “I do like cats, sure. But you know I don’t have a pet cat, right?”

52-A

Leviathan: “Well, apparently he was in charge of yesterday’s cleanup, which was a total nightmare. Something about there being cats everywhere? I don’t really know what the deal was.”

Lucifer: “So this was another one of Satan’s messes, then…”

52-C

Satan: “They’re gone! I don’t see them anywhere! Where’d they go?! My little Monet! Da Vinci! Munch! Rembrandt! Vermeer…!”

Barbatos: “Ah, looking for that group of cats with the fancy names? I returned them to the various witches and sorcerers that owned them. They’re back home now.”

Satan: “Wh…what…?!”

52-C

Solomon: “Satan, get ahold of yourself. This is no time to be standing there in a stupor because the cats are gone.”

Satan: “…Yeah…yeah, I know.”

52-16 Hard

Satan: “But I’m waiting on a little friend of mine, a cat, who’s going to show up outside on the terrace soon. They’re looking forward to some tasty kitty treats courtesy of Satan.”

52-16 Hard

Satan: “…MC. If a white cat shows up on the terrace outside, do you think you could feed them a few treats in my place?”

53-14

…a movie about three adorable cats who set off on a journey together starts playing…

Satan: *blushing* “Wh…! …It’s a black and white bicolor, a tortoiseshell, and a tabby… and they’re relaxing in the sun, all curled up against each other. That’s so…so cute!”

53-14

Satan: “Those cats are so cute…”

58-15

Lucifer: “My hobby is music, whereas you prefer reading, don’t you? And you love cats, but if I had to pick one or the other, I’d go with dogs.”

58-16 Hard

Lucifer: “…I just got a call from Barbatos. From what he says, Diavolo suddenly transformed into a cat just now.”

Leviathan: “C…come again…?!”

Belphegor: “You say Lord Diavolo…turned into a cat…?”

Leviathan: “Ooh…not that… That’s treading on the most sacred of sacred ground…”

Satan: “Okay, what type of cat did he turn into exactly? I’m curious to know the breed and color of its fur. Are there pictures?”

59-1

Satan: “I was trying to say it can ALSO be used as a vehicle for cats, even though it was designed to be a vacuum cleaner.”

Leviathan: “Oh no…uh-uh! That’s a lie, and you know it. You were totally convinced it was a thing cats ride on!”

59-4

Satan: “Crowe, play the theme song to “Another Purrrfect Day for Kitties in the Devildom.” At max volume, please.”

60-22

Satan: “…There are several cats who come by the manor for food each day. Make sure to take care of them for me. If you’re on the job, I feel like I can rest easy knowing they’ll be okay. But keep in touch. Let me know how the cats are doing every day. Got it? Every day.”

60-22

Satan: “…Anytime you want to give me a ring, do it. It doesn’t have to be about cats.”

63-9

Satan: “You told me to come, so here I am. But I don’t see any cat—“

Mammon: “MEOW!”

Satan: “…?!”

Mammon: “Meoooow!”

Satan: “What the…? What’s going on?”

63-9

Satan: “…He looks like Mammon, but he sounds like a cat…”

Mammon: “Meow meow meow!”

Satan: “…Come here, you. Who’s a good kitty, hm?”

Mammon: *hiss*!

Satan: “Aww, there’s no need to be frightened. Come here, it’s okay.”

Mammon: *HISSSSSS!*

Belphegor: “…I guess Satan just loves all cats no matter what?”

63-11

Belphegor: “Satan said he’s going to hang out with Mammon for a while. Apparently he enjoys watching cat-Mammon play with cat toys.”

64-A

Satan: “Because the truth is that I don’t want to be stuck here with cat-Mammon, either.”

Mammon: “Meow?!”

Satan: *blushing* “But every time he starts meowing at me, I feel this urge to keep playing with him. I can’t help myself.”

64-A

Mammon: “Meow meow meow meow meoow!”

Satan: “…!”

Mammon: *purr* “mrrooow.”

Satan: *blushing* “Gr…so cute. I know it’s Mammon, but he’s just too cute…!”

67-14

MC: “Cats, books, number four.”

Luke: “Cats, books, number four? That has to be Satan!”

67-17

Lucifer: “By the way, Satan…you forgot your “cat cookies” back at the house. You know, those cat treats you normally carry around with you everywhere. I grabbed them and brought them with me. Here.”

Satan: “Oh, thanks.”

68-19

The sorcerer MC commands you…Come forth, feline… Satan: “What the…?!”

Cat: “Meooow!”

Satan: *gasp* “You’re… YOU’RE SO CUTE! Come here, kitty! How’d you like some cat treats?”

70-15

MC: “A cat!”

Leviathan: “Can you summon a cat here, MC?”

MC: “The sorcerer MC commands you! Come forth, feline…

Cat: “Meooow.”

Satan: “…! What’s going on? Where’d you come from, little guy?”

75-12

Luke: “Satan, are you planning on drinking that milk off of a plate? Wouldn’t you prefer a cup?”

Satan: “Oh, um. Yeah, I find it’s easier this way.”

Luke: “Aha… …What do you think, MC?”

MC: “I’m thinking that’s for a cat.”

Luke: “Yep, my thoughts exactly.”

MC: “He’s taking that to a cat, isn’t he…”

Luke: “So you were thinking the same thing I was, huh?”

MC: “That has to be for a cat!”

Luke: “You wouldn’t think that Satan would be so easy to read, but sometimes he is…”

Satan: “Wh…what? Why are you two looking at me like that?”

75-12

Satan: “On the way home from school, a kitten came up and started rubbing up against me! So I took it home! And I’m secretly keeping it in my room!”

76-2

Asmodeus: “MC showed us the pictures of you as a puppy. You were just adorable!”

Mammon: “Wh…! MC! I told ya to keep that a secret!”

Asmodeus: “That was the result of a failed potions experiment on your part, right?”

Beelzebub: “Mammon looked pretty cute in that picture.”

Satan: “Yeah. So much so that I started thinking a dog might actually make a good pet. You know what a cat demon I am. I thought I was going insane.”

80-19

Leviathan: “A cat bookmark? Aww, Satan, isn’t that cute…” *nudge* Satan: “MC and I bought a matching pair of them when I went up to the human world that one time.”

80-19

Satan: “That was a really nice gift shop, they had all sorts of cat-themed stuff. We should go there again the next time we get a chance, MC.”

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sketch-guardian · 5 days

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Mc having a second secret acc that the rad classmates and angels don’t know about and it’s literally them just being super down bad saying the most heinously down bad things that got even the devil and god shaking in their boots from how down bad they are so down bad they’ve become a meme but for shits a gigs I think it’d be interesting if they heard about it from other students from RAD and just assume the worst of what’s in the acc and ask azul to snoop/azul snoops and around and it’s just Mc being so down bad like going feral down bad ex

“So you guys saw how Domnra beat the shit out of that student today right? Well goddamn how I wish it were me like YALL SAW HOW HOT HE LOOKED RIGHT?!”

Like it’s just Sukuna/Gojo fan level of downbadness like so down bad it’ll get a reaction out of Nathanial type of downbadness!!

Or another scenario is they’re already dating and Mc is pretty normal like normal flirty stuff but the acc is jsut horrendous from how down bad they are

(Sorry for the word vomit😭)

Don't worry about the word vomit, honestly I find this ask hilarious😂I'll try my best to write some good headcanons☺I also apologize for the delay🙈I was looking for a university for a master's degree these days, lessons start next week so I'll start being busy again😭:

"RAD CLASSMATES+NEW EXCHANGE STUDENTS WITH A DOWN BAD MC WHO OWNS A SECRET ACCOUNT DEDICATED TO THEM"

DEMYA

Demya is a pretty shameless demon, especially when it comes to her mate, in fact she would have no problem with PDA or showing her affection for MC through compliments and praise, after all she has to let everyone know that they're a couple, so as to discourage competition and let them see just how proud she is of MC. So, the fact that MC has a secret secondary account dedicated exclusively to simp for her even at different times of the day, such as when she eats, hunts or dances, would make Demya curious about the reason for MC's secrecy, but also very amused, she would probably tease MC about it every now and then, even posing on purpose in case they wanted to post new pics, maybe even together this time. It wouldn't be the first time she has received compliments, but Demya would prefer them from MC, because they would be more genuine and without ulterior motives

DOMNRA/MOBIM

Domnra, of all people, would actually be the one with the most doubts and who would immediately think the worst at the suspicion that his partner is hiding something from him, not because he doesn't trust MC, but because he is a fairly insecure demon, although it doesn't look like it, especially due to his anger issues. Therefore, when Mobim would cheerfully come to him with his D.D.D in its little arms in order to show him a surprise, Domnra would be quite puzzled, but relieved, to find out that MC only has a secret secondary account used to post sappy comments about him. Domnra would be quite flustered to read certain down bad posts, especially those about him listening to music, his training sessions or fights, it's likely that he wouldn't confront MC on the subject, however Domnra would usually reread certain posts when he feels down, to raise his self-esteem. Mobim, instead of down bad comments, would find posts where MC would treat the little curse as a baby or a puppy. Mobim would likely be more affectionate towards MC, grateful for their love

AZUL

Bold of MC to assume that Azul wouldn't post down bad comments and photos dedicated to his lovely star without shame on his main Devilgram account, after all he is a simp par excellence and proud of it, Azul isn't bashful to show his devotion and admiration for his source of inspiration, that is MC. It wouldn't take Azul long to figure out the identity behind MC's secret secondary account, he would chuckle to himself as he read the posts, while his colors would change from light blue to pale pink, index of affection. In a sing-song tone Azul would go to MC to tell them he had discovered their little secret, teasing them lovingly with hugs and kisses. Azul wouldn't understand the reason behind MC's shyness, but if they want to simp for him in secret while he paints, sculpts or floats around, who is he to stop them? Azul would also find amusing that both him and MC seem consider themselves each other muses

ZURI

Not gonna lie, Zuri has several admirers despite having worked as a model only on few occasions, so being flattered would be nothing new for her, even as an angel in the Celestial Realm she had people who at the mere sight of her turned to stare at her beauty, Zuri's aware of her appearance and makes sure to take care of it, however she wouldn't pay much attention to fans, more committed to improving her style and sewing skills. It's likely that Azul, being a troublemaker and a snitch, would show Zuri the down bad posts about her and it would take Zuri only a few seconds to guess that MC was behind the secret account, probably recognizing their way of typing, she's a detail-oriented and perceptive demon after all. Zuri would find MC's sappy posts about her working, trying on new clothes, during social events and although slightly exasperated, she would eventually let out an amused scoff and smile faintly. Zuri would approach the topic with MC with caution, not wanting to embarrass them too much, to their surprise she might even propose to do something romantic together in the privacy of her home, given that they seem so infatuated with her

ODON

Although Odon doesn't use social media much, because technology sometimes struggles to work due to their eldritch horror nature, that doesn't mean they wouldn't discover MC's secret secondary account, rather they would find out about it thanks to their eye-like creatures, who can see everything in Devildom, probably even MC writing the down bad posts, unknown to them, in fact the grumpy eye-like creature (Bob) would stare at MC with an unimpressed gaze, while the cheerful eye-like creature (Rob) would look at them with a sly gaze, in any case, the familiars would report everything to Odon. For Odon, such down bad posts would remind them of their youth, when there were some cults that worshipped them and made sacrifices in their honor, hoping of being noticed. Looking back on it, Odon would find that past fact quite awkward, because although flattered, they would think it was all quite unnecessary. However, MC's comments would please Odon, because they would be grateful to be genuinely liked and to be seen as a good friend, even if some posts would confuse the eldritch horror, especially the most feral ones, for simple actions such as reading or cooking. Odon would only confront MC on the subject if they thought they wouldn't get too embarrassed, after all Odon doesn't want to upset them, they would likely write MC a poem though, to return their kindness in their own way

REMIEL

Remiel is still learning how to use a D.D.D, having never had to use such means of communication before, so someone else would have to show the angel of death how social media works and possibly let her discover MC's secret secondary account, a guy like Azul for example. Remiel, as often has occurred, would be a little confused by such custom, not understanding the feral posts and trying to interpret them from a logical point of view, furthermore she wouldn't know why MC posted such comments instead of talking to her. Remiel, being a gloomy yet blunt angel, would have no trouble saying what she thinks of MC, even if her statements would be more on the sweet, emotional and poetic side. MC's down bad comments that would strike Remiel the most would be the soft ones, those of encouragement, complimenting her while she learns, flies and stares at things absent mindedly, the sweetness could make Remiel shed some tears, not used to such displays of love if not from her family. Speaking of feral posts, since she would be confused, Remiel would ask for explanations from a person she trusts, namely her father Death, so depending on how inappropriate some of MC's comments are, they could find the fucking grim reaper outside their front door

NATHANIEL

In the Celestial Realm, Nathaniel is seen as a sort of mentor, a figure that many look up to for wisdom, so it wouldn't be uncommon to find people who admire him for his appearance as well, ethereal according to some, without effort, Nathaniel has always been very casual about it though, since physical appearance is one of the last things on his mind. Nathaniel knows enough about social media, he would check them every now and then out of pure curiosity, but he would still be flabbergasted to see posts about himself and it takes a lot to catch Nathaniel off guard, so MC's down bad comments must be really feral to have made even the archangel react. Nathaniel would be amused to see sappy posts about him as he meditates, takes strolls through nature or practices archery with his hair tied in a ponytail, he would find them cute, if a little exaggerated. MC would notice Nathaniel occasionally glancing at their D.D.D and then showing them a small knowing smile, without elaborating any further, before disappearing into another room, leaving MC with the doubt of whether or not he has discovered their secret, his nonchalant and quiet attitude wouldn't help at all. Nathaniel may seem innocent, but he can be a bit of a tease when he wants to

URIEL

Uriel wouldn't often use a D.D.D, not used to communicating with similar means, so it would take someone like Nathaniel to point out to the warrior angel that someone is writing about her and with great enthusiasm to boot, he would also make it clear that MC is the one behind the secret account, otherwise Uriel would ignore the matter. Uriel would be confused by the praise, as she technically isn't a saint to be worshipped or entrusted with one's prayers, however she would still appreciate the admiration towards herself, especially during her training sessions, duties and times in her armor. However, Uriel wouldn't understand why MC, in their secret secondary account, would confess and insist on wanting to be crushed, stepped on or squeezed by her, the warrior angel would not find such masochism healthy and could get scandalized by some feral posts. At the beginning, Uriel would ask MC for explanations, but over time, despite the embarrassment, Uriel would also proclaim her pride and love, only upon request though, as she thinks such displays should be private

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mehkers · 1 month

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Even butlers deserve love

This was so fun to write! Happy birthday to our lovely Barbatos <3

Contains: fluff, so much fluff, did I mention fluff?, maybe some slight implications? It’s whatever you want to imagine, Barbatos x mc (romantic), not proofread, also f l u f f

First time writing Barbietoes, soo apoogizes for any ooc moments

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Ah, it’s the beloved Butler’s birthday today. You gazed at him from your side of the bed, enjoying the look of tranquility that only sleep could bring him. Your hand reached out to rest on his soft cheek, nuzzling your face closer to his. A soft smile spread on his lips, and his arms wrapped around your torso.

“Good morning, hun~” You whispered before he could say anything, enjoying the slight heat radiating from his face.

He hummed and kissed down your neck in an affectionate manner, a routine he’s caught on to whenever you sleep together. “Birthdays don’t mean much to a demon like me, but thank you, my love. I appreciate it nonetheless.”

Mornings like these were always sweet, and calming. A rejuvenating way to start the day, like any other day, full of chaos. You made sure no one would disturb Barbatos and you during his birthday. Though you had to compromise with a birthday celebration at night because Diavolo wanted to have a proper celebration; it’s going to be a small party full of close friends and happiness, just the way Barbatos likes it. Your hands buttoned up his shirt for him while you two talked about anything and everything. You didn’t miss the light in his eyes when he mentioned wanting to try out a specific rare tea, nor did you miss the lovesick look he gives you.

Once you two are ready, you hold his hand and leas him out of the Demon Lord’s Castle. “I know the perfect place to have breakfast at!”

“Oh darling, you love leaving me in suspense, don’t you?” He chuckled, his voice soft like velvet and jovial. Every step he took felt lighter than usual. Barbatos never cared for birthdays, finding them frivolous and boring. It was just another day in his immortal life, nothing special to celebrate another year of living when he himself has forgotten how long he’s lived for. Everyone else seemed to love to make it a huge thing; in a way it’s endearing, but the preparations and planning is just another chore in an already busy day.

But with you, my how you’ve changed him. With all tour little hints about how you’re going to make this day extra special has made him oddly excited. A tiny human, barely has lived a fifth of his life, has managed to cabe into his heart and create a cosy nest in there. Barbatos wouldn’t say he was the coldest person, but he knows it isn’t easy to get close to him. Yet how you’ve managed to wrap him around your pinkie is almost admirable.

Barbatos squeezed your hand gently, and pulled you closer to his side. His hand slipped around your waist and smiled. “If at anytime you feel uncomfortable, do tell me.”

You just smiled and leaned closer while walking down the eccentric streets of Devildom. There were all sorts of activities you planned. First, the cat cafe; next, a stroll through the park while eating some steamed cream buns; then, to the museum!

And yet, here you two were, taking refuge in an arts and crafts store from the acid rain.

“I’m so sorry Barbatos, I- I should have checked the weather..”

“No, no, it wasn’t your fault. If I had been in my right senses, I’d have known earlier.” He tried to reassure you, but your frown only deepened.

You sighed, for what felt like the hundredth time, rubbing your hands together as you looked around. Your gaze laid on some beads, and now you knew how to save this ruined birthday date! “So.. there’s this trend going on in Devilgram, would you like to join it?” You slowly turned to look at him, the once brooding, dark look from the ruined day being cleansed by the excitement in your expression.

“All I need is you, for my birthday.” He held your hand and kissed it, enjoying the blooms of red roses on your cheeks.

Pleasant moss colored green and almost lime green beads lines the bracelet with the enchanting colors of your eyes. It wasn’t much, but to Barbatos whose love language is gift giving and quality time, it was almost like the Celestial Realm. He had the most softest gaze, and the sweetest smile as he watched you carefully slip the beads in the thread. The perks of being as efficient as he was, he could spend the rest of the time gazing at you.

“My dear?”

“Hm?” Your eyes never left the thread as you tied it.

“Thank you.”

You paused, and looked up with the brightest smile. “This wasn’t what I had in mind, but I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”

A moment of silence as you slipped the beaded bracelet on, the sound of the beads clashing and the patient smile of your partner’s distracting you both from the rain’s abrupt stop.

“For many more years to come, I hope I’ll be there for all your birthdays.” Wishful thinking, but no need to ruin the mood with depressing thoughts. “I’ll never ever let go of you Barbatos. I hope you know how special you are to me.”

You held the hand Barbatos was wearing the bracelet on with yours, and locked eyes with him as you kissed his palm, his fingers following.

“One of the human traditions is to kiss their partner the number of times as their age on their birthday. It’s going to take a long time, shall we go home before the party starts so I can get a head-start?”

Barbatos is a powerful demon, able to control time, and easily win any battles. But with you, he’s reduced to nothing but a lovesick demon ready to go to war with al three realms for you. Birthday’s weren’t all that special to him, but you were, and that’s all that matters to the beloved butler.

#mehkers #obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me scenarios #obey me nightbringer #fluff #obey me barbatos #obey me barbatos x reader #om barbatos #barbatos x mc #barbatos x reader #obey me hcs #obey me mc #obey me swd #om! nightbringer #nightbringer mc #nightbringer barbatos #barbatos birthdayyyy

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impish-ivy · 1 year

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Why is Raphael now coming to the Devildom?

A theory on the reason why Raphael is just now coming to the Devildom and what it could mean.

Me and @melody-ruskin were talking about how much we wanted to punch Michael what else is new? and we ended talking about Raphael.

OBEY ME NIGHTBRINGER LESSON 16 SPOILERS AHEAD

In case you aren’t caught up to lesson 16 here’s the only thing you need to know. Raphael is coming to visit the Devildom.

And oddly enough Simeon and Luke, seem just as unaware as everyone else. Why else would Lucifer ask them to stay and listen to what he had to say?

It’s especially odd that he’s coming now because Simeon and Luke have been in the Devildom for quite a bit now, over half the season. Luke and Simeon are visiting to see the ceremony for the founding of RAD and to represent the Celestial Realm, but why would Raphael be visiting? Surely two angels are enough to represent the Celestial Realm.

Here’s where the theorizing starts!

Raphael is a stickler for rules and angel morality and is not afraid of enforcing it. He’s been seen chasing the brothers around with a spear for minor offenses in Devilgrams in the OG app.

He’s also incredibly loyal to Michael, choosing to stay with him instead of following Lucifer. Given how close the two were that’s a big deal.

Why go through the bother of sending another angel when he’s got two angels already in the Devildom? Luke himself idolizes Michael, surely he’d be more than willing to share information with him?

Here’s the thing, both Luke and Simeon have spent time in the Devildom and have gotten closer to the brothers. But more importantly they’ve gotten close to the two humans residing there.

I think Raphael is being sent by Michael to spy on Solomon and MC.

Raphael’s introduction video

The biggest reveal here is that Raphael is a hit man.

Unfortunately, this character aspect seems to have been dropped as there is no mention of it outside of his introduction. So I don’t think he’s being sent to kill someone. unfortunately

I do think he’s being sent as an extra pair of eyes. A hit man would be an expert in espionage after all.

Michael makes it very clear in Lesson 13 that he does not like what MC is getting up to, outright threatening them. And promised if they were to go further in their plans they’d make an enemy of the Celestial Realm. And while incredibly odd that this supposed “past” version of Michael knows exactly who we are and our connection to the brothers, we’re not here to talk about that.

Obviously Michael would wanna keep track of the two humans he thinks are siding with a very powerful demon. Heck he may even be wanting to keep an eye on Simeon, who has never been keen on following rules and is/was incredibly close with Lucifer.

So don’t be surprised if Raphael asks to live in Coctyus Hall.

Loud booing in the background from the Solomon stans

I nod sadly

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💛 Self promotion time! 💛

Melody has had the idea to start a blog dedicated to theories about ObeyMe Nightbringer and has generously allowed me to join in on the fun! So if posts like these interest you check out @nightbringer-theories!

#obey me Nightbringer #obey me nightbringer spoilers #obey me Nightbringer lesson 16 #obey me raphael #obey me simeon #obey me michael #obey me luke #obey me theory #we’re gonna find out here soon what his reason for being here is #lesson 17 is gonna release tomorrow iirc #(dated posted 6/20/23)#but yeah we’re gonna punch and beat up Michael for #no good reason other than we think he deserves it #thank you for reading this far if you did!

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another-lost-mc · 5 months

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you are so real with being disappointed on nightbringer cause i feel the same way

Oh, I have complicated feelings about Nightbringer.

(I’ll use a Read More link here because of vague OG S4 discussion.)

I didn’t whale in OG but I was much more willing to spend extra money chasing cards I wanted. I was really motivated to catch up on all the story content too since I didn’t start playing until the later part of the pandemic. I know S3 and S4 aren’t the greatest bits of story-telling ever written but I had hopes for more Celestial Realm content (a visit and maybe Michael appearance) in S5 based on where Simeon’s storyline was heading.

(I usually picture MC traveling to the CR to see Michael in S5, and maybe another visit of new angels to the Devildom in S6 once tensions are resolved.)

Overall I really liked getting involved with the fandom and I started posting fanfics here. I was so happy with my curated little card collection of favs — Lucifer was my original favourite, followed by Simeon, Barbatos, Solomon and Asmo — and exploring the game with my writing.

And then Nightbringer was announced.

After I spent probably too much money collecting all the HDD cards I wanted not long before that.

And the cards weren’t going to be transferable to the new game! ISN’T THAT FUN?! (Solmare logic, probably.)

I mean, I get it. It’s the nature of gacha games and the motivation is to grow the player base and revenue potential.

Sure, whatever.

And some parts of Nightbringer are fine, while other parts leave me desperately wanting more. Detailed lore that ties into the OG game and characters I care about, more in-depth characterization. Another slow burn love interest would be nice too since NB completely changed the direction of Barb’s development compared to OG S4 (side-eyes Mephisto and Raphael as new potentials). Also, as time goes on, I find myself not really caring who Nightbringer is. Does it even matter anymore? Like…whatever, you do you, buddy. lol

My face if they reveal it’s Barbatos/Solomon/Michael all along:

Oh, and more ROMANCE? Hello??? The babysitter role and goofy family dynamics are satisfying to a point but then it gets stale. Some of the Devilgrams are boring too, and don’t get me started on the EVENTS. I enjoyed the vampire one last year that sparked a random writing frenzy of vampire AU fics, but so many of the events fall flat for me. Anyone else just use S or A Rank skips to breeze past the story bits because 90% of it is boring as hell? Yeah, same.

It sounds like a lot of complaints, but there’s still more about the game I love or I wouldn’t be here: my favs, most of the artwork, the music! The new Dateables song is so goofy - what are those lyrics? - but they didn’t autotune Simeon to death and he sounds so much better than he did in Question Love (the only song whose remix I like better than the original).

I love the people I’ve met in this fandom and being able to share story ideas and headcanons. It’s so exciting when new lessons and cards are announced because the player base gets invigorated again (even if things fall a little flat upon arrival). I’ve splurged on some merch (official and fan-made) and I love being self-indulgent and commissioning artwork of my favs and MC together.

Oh, and I love my OCs. 😚 @ them all.

#jes.replies #sleep deprived rambling lol

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kiqshi · 2 years

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General dating headcanons for Mammon, Leviathan, Asmodeus, Satan, and Beelzebub?

General Dating HC’S!

CW: none

GENRE: Fluff

CHARACTERS INCLUDED: Obey Me! Mammon, Leviathan, Asmodeus, Satan and Beelzebub

GN!Reader

i lowkey struggled with Leviathan’s, i don’t know how to write him lmao. i hope you like this though!

˚☽˚｡⋆. MAMMON

This man spoils you when he has the chance to. I feel like he will take you to window shop snd once he catches you staring at something with admiration he will remember that item and buy it for you to surprise you. You saw that $50 coat that looked cute and warm? You got it. Your stomach started making noises? Mammons got you, he will stop what he’s doing and take you to get some food that you would like.

Mammon will still act like a tsundere, he always will that’s just him lol. If he says something and you took offence to it, he will drip the act and reassure you with a blush on his cheeks.

He loves you so much, he will basically do anything for you. You are #1 to him after all!

COOKING DUTY TOGETHER!! Mammon would love for you two to cook together, he counts it as small dates.

Definitely shows you off to everyone, if someone looks at you in a way that makes him mad they will never be seen again

He does those matching necklaces or rings.

He will definitely learn to cook your favourite meals to impress you.

Definitely takes you in his car! I see him taking you to drive in theatres often. He will make sure to get you food at a drive through first so you don’t get hungry

If you ever embarrass yourself, he will embarrass himself just as much as you did. He will never let you feel embarrassed on your own

(He would probably steal stuff for you as well when he goes broke, but makes sure he isn’t caught)

˚☽˚｡⋆. LEVIATHAN

Video game dates A LOT. Leviathan will probably even make a whole game just for you and him to play

If you two went on a date outside, I feel like he would take you to a aquarium, those cute cafes and manga/anime merch stores.

You guys do those all nighters a lot, unless you are more of a sleep kind of person he doesn’t mind sleeping

Definitely takes you to arcades! He will even try to win stuff for you

Takes you to those anime conventions, he would want to cosplay as couples

˚☽˚｡⋆. SATAN

You already know Satan takes you to anime café’s, its a must do in his list

Library dates! He loves to read you books that would interest you, also will help you study.

He’s the kind of guy to sneak you notes during a test, helping you with some answers

If you were ever in pain, he would help you in an instant with some spells

Satan would get you two some matching cat merch, probably sweaters or mugs

At lunch in RAD, he sneaks you two out and go to a better cafe for lunch, he will pay as well.

You guys cuddle lot’s while he reads books

If anyone messes with you or tried flirting Satan will glare at them, later on they will be missing

˚☽˚｡⋆. ASMODEUS

Asmo is the sweetest ever! If you ever feel insecure say bye to the insecurities, he will sweet talk to you about every detail of yourself telling you how amazing you are.

He always gives the best hugs when you are cold, cuddles as well.

You two have makeovers and self care nights every 2-3 nights, he wants you to feel at ease and relaxed

Matching nail colours. Will also have some matching outfits.

You two use each others closets a lot, he looks amazing in some of your outfits and you look amazing in his!

Loves having bubble baths, has a whole collection of scents. You and Asmo go out and buy different bubbles and other things for the bath

Spoils you A LOT. Takes you shopping each week, you will have a lot of clothes and other stuff

He does your hair, nails and makeup(if you’re into that) sometimes

If anyone is rude to you, he will spread rumours about the person, the next day everyone was talking down on them.

Post’s lots of selfies of you guys together, everyone on Devilgram thinks you guys are the cutest couple (he also posts your dates)

He’s another one to take you on dates to restaurants & cute cafes.

˚☽˚｡⋆. BEELZEBUB

Never shares his food but since your his partner he definitely lets you take at least one bite of his food if you look hungry (also buys you more food if he accidentally ate yours)

Lot’s of food dates, as well as gym dates, he wants to be near you at all times mostly

Sometimes he allows you to sit on his back as he does push ups

Beel always looks for you in the audience at his fangol games, he waves at you with the cutest smile each time he does meet your eyes.

You guys also do cooking duty together, mostly because you have to stop him from eating the ingredients

He helps you reach stuff that are too high for you, let’s you sit on his shoulders to get it. He finds it adorable how short you are compared to him (I personally feel like he’s 7’0 because y’know demons are supposed to be way bigger then humans)

He’s always the sweetest, loves cuddles as well

If you are ever cold in public, he will give you his jacket.

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A Rose With No Petals

Mammon/reader, 6.5k words

//Spoilers for Princess Rose event and Fashion Hot Shot Devilgram

You sat at your desk, idly tracing along the delicate pink petals of the crown you’d been given. It hadn’t been the first time you’d been… unexpectedly included in the celebrations and ceremony, but something about it this time had felt…

You sighed and pushed the crown aside, deciding it was much better to sulk with your face buried in your arms than looking at something pretty. Coming to the Devildom had been nothing short of a vast improvement of your life. You’d made friends, even felt the first touches of love tickle your heart, and now and then it even felt like it would never end.

It really did feel like such a special privilege to see how they’d changed in the time you’d spent here, though, arguably you hadn’t really done nearly as much as they always seemed to insist.

Every event.

Every party.

Every moment they wanted to tie it back to you, and what you did to make it possible.

But… as with many of these moments…

It wasn’t you who had caught the demon tarnishing Mammon’s name. It was Asmodeus.

It wasn’t you who had tried to help Beel retrain to be a dame. It was Barbatos.

It wasn’t even you who had thought of the best speeches, but at least in that regard no one else had done that well either.

You lifted your head, soft pastel pink staining your peripheral vision.

“Why was I even given a crown…” you mumbled, resting your cheek on your arms again. Asmodeus who had always been so focused on himself when you’d first met gave up his spot to save Mammon’s chance, and Mammon turned around to try and give the title of Princess Rose to him in return. It’d been so tender and sweet, such a touching moment to see them crowned as Twin Princesses together.

And then you were just.

There.

Why didn’t—

“Hey, hey!” Mammon’s voice startled you and you snapped to attention, looking at him wide-eyed in surprise. “Whatcha up to? You’re not sleepin’ are ya?”

“Mammon, what—“

Asmodeus leaned in to peer around the doorframe, “Hi, hon~! Mammon, you nitwit,” he straightened and smacked Mammon’s arm, “When will you ever learn to knock first?”

“Huh? Why would I?” He threw up his hands and smirked at Asmodeus, “My human’s basically given me the green light to come and go as I please already.”

“What?” Asmodeus gasped and looked at you. “Is that true?”

You couldn’t help noticing the way your face wanted to smile and turned your back to them to touch just below your eyes. No tears, thankfully.

“Sort of? It’s more of I just got used to him coming in whenever he wanted and it was easier to get used to that than try and make him stop.”

“Yeah, see?” You could practically feel his smugness in his voice. “Their room is basically my room and so on.”

“That is not what they just said.”

“It’s close enough.”

“Ugh,” Asmodeus’ pouting drew your attention and he crossed his arms, “Does that mean I can come to you too whenever I want?”

You blinked, then shrugged. “Well… yeah. Of course you can, Asmo—“

“Aw, yay! I knew you loved me!”

“Oi! Wait a minute!” Mammon stuck out his arm to stop him. “Let’s not get carried away now.”

Asmodeus pouted for a moment, then smirked at his elder brother. “I’m sure they’d love to be carried away~”

“Wh-What’s that supposed to mean?”

Asmodeus’ vibrant eyes flashed at you, his smile wicked and lovely. “Isn’t it just the dreamiest to imagine yourself being whisked away to a life of romantic bliss?”

“Well I—“

“Hold on!” Mammon stepped between you two, “Don’t go makin’ plans like that in front a’ me, we were supposed to ask ‘em together!”

“Oh, right.” Asmodeus tittered, clasping his hands behind his back and leaning against the doorjamb. “I’ll behave~” He winked at you, “For now.”

“Tch.” Mammon put his hands on his hips with a sigh. “Unbelievable.”

“Don’t you even start,” Asmodeus quipped, the look on his face stealing a laugh from your heart. Both demons looked at you, evidently delighted at the sound.

“You wanna go out with us?”

“Out? Right now? Why?”

Asmodeus chuckled. “Do we need a reason? We want to go shopping!”

Surprised, you looked up at Mammon. “Did you win recently or something?”

“Ah-“ He glanced away, “Well no but Goldie can cover me until I do. Plus when we get our perfume launched we’ll be makin’ bank.”

Asmodeus smiled and winked at you. “And even if we don’t, Mammon agreed to pay so it’s hard to say no to that~”

“I said I’d pay for them not you!”

“Aw even after all I did to clear your name?”

“Hey you were the one that chose to do that, I didn’t ask you for help!”

“And there goes that nobility and charm that captivated us all… such a fleeting beauty it was.”

“If you’re gonna be like that then maybe this shoppin’ trip doesn’t have room for you too!”

“Oh please, you need me around or you’ll get all tongue-tied realized you just asked them out on a date.”

“What!”

You stood up and gathered up your things, wordlessly walking between them out to the front door, knowing they’d follow. Was it weird to find comfort in their bickering? To even find it a little funny and appreciate the smile that it gave? You may not be much, but at least you had the chance to see these demons are more than the Vices they represented.

That feeling, however, was rather fleeting.

When you’d first arrived in the Devildom it was easy to feel the prickle of many eyes watching crawl up your spine. A human born of nothing, with nothing, waltzing around among the world of demons was nothing short of absurd. Then, making pacts with some of the most powerful of all had certainly turned heads. And, of course, eyes wouldn’t be watching you alone. There were many times you’d accompany Asmodeus on his shopping trips and have to excuse yourself to breathe whenever his fans crowded too close.

But today was…

Different.

Everyone was so aware of your little group, the whisperings and murmurings buzzing about. Both Mammon and Asmodeus seemed to be living it up, basking in the thinly veiled praises and envy while you… felt yourself drifting further away.

So what if you’d learned magic and could cast a few powerful spells now?

Was it even fair to consider it your power, or just power borrowed from the friends you’d made?

Friends that…

“Huh?” Mammon’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts again, and you looked up to see him talking to a well dressed demon with a haughty aura.

“Uh… you’re givin’ me a business card? Cool so you’re with… Evil Devitton?” He flipped the card over. “Wait for real?! You’re scoutin’ me as a model for the Evil Devitton?!”

The demon merely laughed and gestured for him to follow, and Asmodeus muttered under his breath. “Oh I don’t know if I like the look of this, we should go with him in case it’s a scam.”

“Do you think it could be?” You asked, looking up at him in surprise. “Wait. Would someone really try to scam Mammon?”

He gave you a pitying smile, “Hon, everyone always assumes he has money, of course they try to scam him.”

Huh.

Well. Thinking about it more, it did make sense. Witches always seemed to fleece him whenever they had the opportunity.

“Poor Mammon…” you said aloud, though more to yourself.

Even so, Asmodeus chuckled and looped his arm around yours, “Yes, poor Mammon. We’ll have to keep him out of trouble together~”

Keeping him out of trouble might’ve been easier. From the swanky VIP lounge they invited you all to enjoy to the complimentary food and drinks while they wined and dined Mammon, it did nothing but widen the distance even further. Fancy foods, fancier brands. Hell, even the food was something you never would’ve dreamed of seeing let alone eating a few years ago when all you’d been aware of was the world of your own.

And he just…

Looked so happy negotiating the deal.

So thorough and detailed, it was amazing to see him work. He went over each and every little detail of the contract and even went over it again when a clause had been poorly worded.

Why did they have to keep humoring you?

They didn’t need you.

They were amazing enough on their own.

Before the negative thoughts could sink in further, you stood up and walked over to where Asmodeus was mildly sulking in the corner.

“I think he might be a little while longer, why don’t we step outside? I feel like I’m suffocating in here.”

“Mm…” He sat up straighter with a sigh, “Yeah, it is a little hot in here isn’t it? It’d be so unsightly if I were to sweat, ugh, just think of how greasy that would make my hair look.” He stood up and picked up his bags, “Why don’t we walk home together and leave him to it?”

“Sure,” you agreed, grabbing yours and Mammon’s bags, then held out your arm. “Shall we?”

Asmodeus’ eyes glittered and he looped his around yours again. “Let’s~”

You’d just reached the door, the rush of brisk night air greeting you as Mammon’s frantic, “H-Hey wait, where’re you goin?” kissed your back.

Asmodeus, though, was ready to leave and stepped out into the night with you. “We’re going home~ if you want to walk with us you better hurry!”

“J-Just a second! Hold on! Wait- Asmo!”

Asmodeus laughed and hugged your arm, giving warmth to an otherwise chilly journey home with Mammon tailing behind.

If only that warmth could last.

After that night, your first demon was much too busy to hang out as often as he’d used to. It’d been nearly a week since he’d burst into your room, the fact not lost on you when you started not feeling so tense changing and worrying that a demon might randomly see your butt at an inopportune moment. A funny thought, in a way, and you couldn’t help wishing he’d still burst in to see your butt.

But alas…

Fame and fortune called.

“S-So this is what an Evil Devitton’s launch p-party’s like…!” Leviathan sputtered, fidgeting in his seat and fussing with the cufflinks on his sleeve. The Avatar of Envy looked absolutely overloaded with the demons filling the floor and every chair or couch in sight, laughter and cheers echoing in a cacophony of celebration. “…Nope, it reeks of party people in here! Can we just skip to the part where we go home?”

Beelzebub reached across the table to grab another pastry, stuffing it in his mouth before speaking. “Mm… we can’t leave yet… I’ve barely eaten anything…”

“Beel.” Lucifer sighed, clearly already too exhausted to nag fully. “Don’t talk with your mouth full.”

“So,” Satan picked up a glass of Demonus, swirling it idly while holding his chin in his hand, “we’ve come at Mammon’s invitation, but where is he?”

“Oh,” Asmodeus sat back and crossed his arms with a roll of his eyes, nodding toward the crowd. “He’s right in the thick of that mess over there.”

Mess? Maybe. Demons were crowding around him, eager to talk with him, ask him to sign whatever they could get their hands on, and shower him with praises. So much attention would’ve been your worst nightmare, but he was thriving.

The sight made your heart feel… tight.

The way he laughed… the way he smiled… had he always been so confident? He’d struck you as rather cocky when you’d first met, but after how he handled the Princess Rose event and this? It was like he was in an element entirely of his own, charming the crowds with his own special flair.

So he really didn’t need you.

“I think I want to go home,” you mumbled, making a move to stand and Leviathan jumped at the chance.

“If you’re leaving, I’m going with you!”

“Yeah, sure,” you said thoughtlessly, slipping on your jacket. “C’mon, let’s slip out before the crowd blocks the way to the door.”

“You’d go even though there’s still so much food left?”

Beelzebub’s simplemindedness made you smile, if only just a little.

“Beel’s got a good point.” Asmodeus said, picking up a fork to spear the devicherry sitting atop his slice of cake. “We might as well stick around for the sweets.”

“Eh, you can just have my share. Ready to go, Levi?”

“Uh… isn’t that Mammon looking at us?” he asked instead.

“Doubt it,” you said, turning on your heel. “C’mon Levi, let’s—“

“Hey!”

You stopped, looking over your shoulder to see Mammon working his way through the crowd. “What?”

He paused when he reached you, studying your face. Your tone betraying your mood a bit too much apparently.

“Are you sulkin’? I came as fast as I could.” He shrugged and nodded behind him, “I wanted to get over here faster, but people wouldn’t stop comin’.”

“So?” Asmodeus twirled his fork around, the glistening red of the devicherry illuminated in the party lights. “What had you rushing over here for?”

Mammon scowled at him briefly, then glanced at you, and back to him again. “I gotta ask a big favor.”

“Oh here we go,” Asmodeus muttered under his breath, biting off the cherry.

“Be nice, Asmo,” you chided halfheartedly, then tried your best to hide your sorrow with a smile. “How can I help?”

Mammon turned to you, “I need you to be my personal manager!”

Asmodeus nearly choked for you, the gears in your head freezing.

“I… what?”

He shrugged with his palms up, “There’s way too much to keep track of with all the designing and collaboration with Evil Devitton, not to mention I still gotta do an actual shoot with ‘em to show off their new Dame collection. I need someone to help me, and,” he winked, coyly hiding his smile behind his fingers. “I think my number one servant oughta do it.”

You couldn’t help smiling a little, but Asmodeus laughed before you could answer.

“Oh please, you just want to push off all your busy work onto them.”

“I do not!” He growled, making you laugh.

“I don’t know how to manage, but… I could try if you really need the help.”

The way his eyes lit up when he smiled.

“Ah, now that’s my human!” He said, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “I knew ya wouldn’t let me down!”

“Yeah…” You couldn’t look at his face, but tried to keep the smile.

Even if it was just busy work… at least you could be needed for something.

Even if it was only for a little while.

“I’d be happy to, Mammon.”

——————————

Managing for Mammon turned out to be way more than you bargained for. Not only did he need to keep on schedule with Evil Devitton’s designers, but they expected him to maintain the elegance and dignity he exemplified during the Princess Rose event. Which meant more practice and strict training (albeit you were kinder than Lucifer had been). Then there was his sleep schedule, and making sure he didn’t overdo it with the “decompressing” at the casino.

Luckily, Asmodeus had stepped in to take up some of the slack and keep him on track. He’d brushed it off as only helping to make sure Mammon didn’t eat anything that could cause breakouts or that he didn’t want to see you overworked and tired, but you knew better. As much as he tried to hide it, he cared about Mammon too.

And maybe a little bit of jealousy was present.

Either way, you were happy to feel like you were doing something to help. The changing room felt more like a lounge, wide and open with mirrors all set up at one side to allow the model to check every pose and angle before stepping into the next room’s studio for the shoot.

It was all so fancy, nothing like you’d ever experienced, but how many times had you thought that now? You sighed, carefully brushing unseen lint off a silky sleeve. At some point this was supposed to feel normal, wasn’t it? It was their normal…

“Thanks again for agreein�� to be my manager!” Mammon said, striding in with a grin.

“Sure thing,” You said, unable to help meeting that smile. “You looked like you really needed the help.”

“Yeah, it’s real kind of ya to agree to somethin’ like this. That’s what I—“

Asmodeus sighed, and Mammon frowned.

“Wait, what’re you doin’ here?”

“Well,” He crossed his arms loosely and nodded to the rack of clothes, “you obviously needed the extra help, but I wasn’t about to let you pile too much onto them.”

Mammon scoffed, “I ain’t gonna do that! ‘Sides, they like workin’ with me,” he turned to wink at you. “Don’t ya?”

“I—“

“They have no way of knowing when they’re in over their head, you know that as well as I,” Asmodeus cut in, walking over to the rack of outfits and carefully flicking through them. “Plus… I’ve got to admit… these designs of yours are pretty cool, Mammon.”

How quickly that grin would reappear to make your heart skip.

“‘Course they are! I’m the one that came up with ‘em!” He said, holding out one of the skirts colored in a deep ruby red with golden lace accents, “I picked out everythin’ that we’re using for today’s shoot, too.”

“Really?” you asked, “I thought Evil Devitton was asking you to model, not design too.”

His eyes gleamed and he winked at you, “Well the agents I’ve been workin’ with just so happen to be a lot smarter than the rest, I’ve worked out some real good deals for myself.”

“Ugh,” Asmodeus walked over to the lounge chair to sit down. “Here we go again.”

“Oh like you don’t make us listen to you brag every time you wake up and snap the perfect selfie.”

You stifled a giggle, but Asmodeus’ indignant face was too cute.

“Hey, it’s not every- well it is, but some mornings I look absolutely breathtaking when I wake. Who wouldn’t be grateful to see that?”

Mammon rolled his eyes and took the first outfit off the rack, “You just make sure to get a good look at every last detail, ‘cause I nailed every part of this thing.”

“Good luck,” you said, feeling a little silly because he probably didn’t need it, but…

He did smile again.

You didn’t want to intrude or distract, but it was nearly impossible to resist the curiosity when the camera lights began to flash. You snuck into the studio, keeping in the shadows while Mammon was…

Breathtaking.

Every pose he struck.

Every outfit he wore.

Every direction they gave.

It made your heart… tight.

You snuck back into the changing room and sat down on the couch. Why was that feeling starting to creep up again? He just felt so…

“Wow, Mammon’s photoshoot actually ended on time.” Asmodeus commented, peering in briefly and nodding to himself. “That’s the mark of a true pro.”

“Yeah,” you hated how your voice sounded so hollow. Why couldn’t you be more supportive? “This kind of thing really suits him, huh?”

“Mhm~” he hummed, “It’s like he’s come into his own. It’s not easy being a freelance model, either.” He walked over to you and sat down with a sigh, “If he could curb his money grubbing tendencies, he’d be a fabulous model… but I think that’s asking a little too much of Mammon.”

“Why do you—“

“Hey! Thanks for waitin’!” Mammon strode into the room, wearing a silk robe that he used between outfits. “So,” His eyes lit up the moment he stopped in front of you, eager for praise. “What’d you think? Pretty awesome, right?”

“Yeah, you were amazing!”

He chuckled and glanced back at the door, barely trying to hide that cocky grin. “These shots are gonna be all over tons of magazines and ads and stuff!”

“So, what’s next?” Asmodeus asked, standing up. “It sounds like everyone involved is loving your work, so you must’ve gotten an offer for a second season.”

“Ah- yeah… about that…”

Asmodeus groaned under his breath, “Oh no… what happened?”

“Nothin’” He said, shrugging. “They want me on as a model for the next collection, yeah, but I turned ‘em down.”

You sucked in a breath, but Asmodeus beat you to it.

“You WHAT?!”

“Relax, it ain’t a big deal!” He said, holding up his hands to placate his brother. “‘Sides, I—“

“Are you insane? You turned down Evil Devitton?! What in the Three Worlds for?!”

Mammon glanced at you briefly, then reached over to lead Asmodeus out of the room. “Look, I’ll explain just—“

“Don’t touch me! I cannot believe you would say no to modeling for Evil Devitton. Do you not grasp how influential their brand is?”

“Yeah, yeah, but listen…” Their voices faded away as they stepped outside to “chat” and you slouched back into the couch, staring up at the ceiling.

It wasn’t…

No.

Please don’t say it was.

They were gone longer than you expected, and you didn’t want to intrude so you wound up scrolling through Devilgram and swiping through Asmodeus’ latest updates. He, of course, sent you all these photos too but it was a little funny realizing that he’d sent you a few different ones than what he’d chosen to upload, though they were nearly the same in most cases. What made him decide which was post worthy, and what was sent to friends?

“Sorry to keep you waiting~” Asmodeus chimed, striding in and looking… much happier than before.

That was odd.

“What happened? Are you two—“

You half stood up and your knees nearly gave out again when you saw Mammon. The extensions he’d been wearing had been touched up again, cascading in a waterfall of white down his back in stark contrast to the charcoal fur boa resting delicately on his shoulders. His sides were hugged in floral lace that cinched up the bodice of his dress, intricate blends of abstract feathers across his chest. Even the belt felt as if it were molded to his body rather than a means to hold the silken skirt to his hips, the slit high up his thigh to reveal a silver gemmed garter with even more lace peering underneath.

He was even more beautiful than when you’d seen him on stage…

But why…

Asmodeus sauntered passed you on the balls of his feet, humming a happy tune while he walked over to the rack and flipped through the hangers until he found what he was looking for.

“Mammon, you sly devil~ I’ll have to keep my eye on you.”

“I dunno what you mean,” he said cheekily, winking at you when he caught you staring.

“What… what’s going on? Why’re you wearing that outfit again?”

“Hm?” he blinked, then grinned. “Well, I still own this one so I can do what I want with it.”

“Okay… but—“

“Do you want to wear the suit or dress?” Asmodeus asked, holding up two outfits.

“Huh?” You turned around again, and your heart leapt to your throat.

In his left hand, he held up a suit of deep navy blue and black with silver buttons and lace trim along the lapel. The pant legs were smooth and sleek, a similar belted accent added to the right leg similar to the wrist straps on Mammon’s arms. The dress in his right hand was similarly coordinated, though not as revealing as Mammon’s see-through laced sides. Instead, the furs were used to create a collar that allowed the neck to fit snug while giving room to allow the jewelry to flourish, silver against midnight.

But most important of all…

“Those…”

They weren’t fitted for Mammon.

“I wasn’t sure which one you’d wanna wear,” Mammon admitted, catching you by surprise when he stopped beside you. “But I…” He blushed and avoided your eyes, instead focusing on the outfits. “I… kinda got carried away thinking about it and I couldn’t help tryin’ to come up with something you could wear with… I mean,” He reached up to touch the end of his extensions, twirling his hair idly, “I thought it might be fun to… do a shoot with ya.”

“Oh, Mammon I can’t. I don’t have the face or the body for—“

“Um, excuse me? I’m right here!” Asmodeus interrupted, hanging up the outfits and giving you a wicked smile. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to dress you up.”

“We’ve done spa nights before though…”

Mammon smirked and Asmodeus just rolled his eyes with a sigh.

“Oh don’t start that with me, we all know you’re gorgeous, hon. Now, Mammon, get out so I can help them change.”

“I- what?! Why do I gotta leave?”

“Because you’re too noisy and distracting.”

“I didn’t even say anything!”

“You just did right now.”

“But—“

“There you go again,” Asmodeus chided, herding him out of the room. “Just go wait in the studio, we’ll be there in twenty.”

Twenty seemed awfully fast, especially when you still couldn’t fathom wearing either outfit, let alone taking photos with Mammon yet, somehow, someway Asmodeus convinced you to entertain their schemes enough to step into silk and feel how fitted it was to your figure. It really was made for you, flattering you without feeling overly gaudy or flashy, even if deep in your mind you knew this was something you’d never wear. And Asmodeus… the way he used makeup to make your eyes look so bright and captivating, it was almost as if you could pretend to have a demon’s allure within your mirror’s gaze.

It was all so…

“I don’t even look like myself,” you whispered, reaching up to touch your cheek while Asmodeus brushed a hand across your back, inspecting the outfit at all angles.

“Nonsense, you always look like this,” he said, “you just have trouble seeing it.”

“I know you like to be charming, but you can’t really expect me to believe you think that, can you?”

He looked up at you, eyes soft and bright. “It’s what you look like to me.” His eyes sparkled when he left you speechless, and he walked away to pick up a pair of silver shoes. “Now, let’s get these on and join Mammon before he tries to break in.”

You laughed, letting him help you step into the shoes, “He wouldn’t do that…”

“Oh…” Asmodeus’ touch lingered around your ankle, “I think he would…”

You felt your heart flutter and turned your face away, reminding yourself that Asmodeus was just being flirty as usual.

“Thanks for… helping me get ready,”you said quietly, and he stood up again with a smile.

“Of course! Now, let’s go make you outshine Mammon, mm?”

“Oh, I don’t think I—“

“I won’t hear of it~” He said, looping his arm around yours and leading you along, “We’ll show him just how phenomenal you are.”

The studio was devoid of demons save for the Avatar of Greed himself standing in the center of the lights, expertly moving through poses and gestures with subtle glances to the cameras only now and then as if just remembering they were there. Every motion was so well practiced and fluid, you couldn’t help feeling so… human. So clumsy and awkward, there was no way you could look so elegant even with the clothes and makeup to match.

And yet…

The way he smiled when he saw you.

Asmodeus was quick to take charge, directing Mammon to pose with you and running through various poses and angles. It was dizzying never quite knowing where to look, the cameras flashing and the feeling of knowing that Mammon was in these photos with you. Surely with Asmodeus’ skills a few would turn out, right? But what if your face didn’t make the right expression? Or where you put your hands felt awkward? How did Mammon make it all feel so natural?

“Okay, now…” Asmodeus picked up a camera and walked around the room, squinting in thought as he inspected the two of you. “Mammon, stand behind them. Let’s make this one seem more coordinated, like you go together as a set.”

“Right, sure thing,” he said, placing a hand on your hip. “How’s this?”

What did he mean a set?

Asmodeus pursed his lips and looked through the lens, “Mm… no, that’s not quite right…”

“Okay, what about…” Mammon reached for your wrist with his other hand and spoke softly in your ear, “Can ya turn around like you wanna look up at me?”

“What?” You asked, doing just that while he lifted your arm, holding you with the lightest of touches.

“Ooo~ that’s cute!” Asmodeus cooed, snapping a few more photos while Mammon’s eyes glittered, gazing into yours.

Then he glanced at Asmodeus and wrapped his arm around your waist, leaning hard to the side while touching his lips to your neck.

You gasped.

Cameras flashed.

And you were upright again without another word.

Asmodeus clicked his tongue, walking off to the computer set up at the back for quick review of the photos taken while Mammon had a sudden fascination with the ceiling.

You touched your neck, feeling… warm.

“Ugh,” Asmodeus held his chin in his hand, “You’re despicable.”

Your heart sank.

“Are they that bad?” You asked quietly, already knowing the answer. “I��m sorry, Mammon. I didn’t mean to ruin—“

“Now hold on, lemme see!” Mammon said, heels clicking as he strode passed you. “You probably just didn’t take the photos right, I—“

He froze, staring at the screen.

Your heart sank even further, could your body follow along with it?

“Can I see?” You asked hollowly, wanting the proof to just hit you in the face already. For all their kind words and gestures, you knew the truth deep down, you always had.

“N-Nah you don’t wanna see ‘em,” he was already trying to deny it, turning his body to block your view. “We’ll take a few more, don’t worry about it!”

“I want to see,” you said, surprising yourself with how level your voice sounded. When did you walk over to the computer? You didn’t remember telling your feet to move. “Asmo, let me.”

He sighed and sat back in his seat, crossing his arms again. “There’s a reason why I said set, you know.”

“Sh-Shaddup!”

You blinked a few times to clear your blurring vision, the latest photo on full screen. Mammon holding you, dipping you, kissing your neck and looking right at the camera while you looked at him in disbelief. The shot itself was nothing special, a seemingly candid moment between poses, but…

He looked so…

Possessive.

Feeling lightheaded, you managed to mumble, “I think I’m done… could we go home now?”

Mammon winced and Asmodeus nodded, sitting up to grab the mouse. “Yes, just let me finish going through these and picking the best ones.”

Mammon frowned but muttered something about changing and walked off without another word. You watched Asmodeus scroll through various photos, comparing and discarding seemingly at random, but you trusted his eye.

Until he revisited that photo again, motioning to delete it.

“Wait-“ You held up your hand, “Can I… can we keep that one?”

He looked up at you with a raised brow, “Are you sure?”

You nodded, and he tapped his finger on the mouse without clicking it.

“You should be careful,” he said gently, “letting a demon act so possessive of you isn’t such an innocent thing…”

“I know,” you said, unable to look away from his eyes. Those eyes that captivated you more than you’d cared to admit. Every time they sparkled with his smile, or burned with frustration. There was just… something about the way he looked at you…

Was this something that… you had been too blind to see?

“I want to keep it,” you whispered.

Asmodeus sighed and added it to the folder, then finished up and shut the computer off. He handed you the drive and stood up, stretching his arms up overhead. “Mm~ well, whatever you want to do with those photos is up to you, but you should talk to Mammon about that expression sooner rather than later.”

Your face warmed again, and you held the drive in your fist. “Yeah, I will. Thanks for… well, all of this really. You didn’t have t—“

He turned on his heel and touched a finger to your lips, winking at you. “If you’re grateful, don’t dismiss my gestures, hon. Just enjoy them~”

He really could always make you smile.

“You’re right,” you said, gazing at him fondly, “Thank you, Asmodeus. Would you mind helping me get changed again? I don’t want to ruin Mammon’s outfit.”

He chuckled and looped his arm around yours, “I’d be happy to~”

While you were changing, Mammon sent a message telling you both to head back without him, he still had a few more things to work out with Evil Devitton before he could leave. Something still didn’t feel right, but there wasn’t much you could do so the walk home with Asmodeus was light but not as carefree as he made it out to be.

Why had Evil Devitton let him use their equipment like that?

And why would he turn them down?

It made no sense, he could make so much money on the deal and be set for life—

Or, well.

A few of your lives at least.

You still couldn’t quite remember how demons experienced aging and the passage of time, it seemed every dimension had its own rules.

Which…

You sighed, frustrated with yourself as you paced about Mammon’s room waiting for him to come back. Why couldn’t your stupid thoughts just shut up for once?

“Man, a day of modelin’ really takes it outta ya.”

Mammon walked in, then smiled in surprise. “Oh hey! What’re you doin’ in here?”

“Why’d you turn down the offer?” You asked, immediately mentally kicking yourself for blurting out your worry.

He blinked, “Hm? Oh, we’re back to that, huh?” He shrugged and walked over to his closet to take off his jacket, “Eh, it’s pretty simple. I didn’t like how I wasn’t gettin’ to spend any time with you.”

That’s not what you wanted to hear at all.

You sat down on his couch, guilt creeping in. “Mammon… you’d make so much money though.”

He shrugged and set his glasses down on his dresser, then knelt down to tug off his boots, “I’m still gonna model, of course. And I’ve got other ways of makin’ a profit, too.” He winked, “Don’t doubt me, y’know I’m the Great Mammon after all.”

“But...“

You couldn’t even say it.

You were so weak and insecure.

He stood up and walked over to the couch, taking a seat beside you. “I just couldn’t stand losin’ all the time I usually get to spend with you again.”

No.

Don’t say that.

You blinked, but your eyes still burned. “Mammon…”

He looked at you with a sheepish grin, “I guess that uh, that feeling came out a bit too much during the shoot, huh?”

You said nothing, feeling your throat start to tighten.

“I can… try n’ keep it back for ya…” he said, “But I don’t think I can hide it anymore. I wanna be with you. I like bein’ with you.”

“M-Mammon—“

He shook his head, “You don’t have to want me back, just let me—“

You wrapped your arms around his neck, hiding your face while holding him tight.

“Did you really mean it? With the way you looked…”

“Y… Yeah…”

You held him tighter, feeling stupid but so comforted having him so close.

“…I missed you too,” you admitted, “Managing was fun but… it wasn’t the same.”

“Yeah,” he sighed, “I thought it’d be an easy way to get more time with ya, but really it just reminded me how much I was missing.”

You laughed softly, “You’re really that needy?”

“Mm…” He took hold of your arms and leaned back, making you look up at his soft smile. “I think I’d prefer greedy, but you can call it what you want.”

“Greedy would imply you’d take the job and forget about me,” you teased, and he rolled his eyes.

“Here, c’mere,” he said, scooping you up into his lap and wrapping his arms around you. Then he let out a contented sigh, resting his head in the crook of your neck, “It’s crazy how much better I feel just by holdin’ ya in my arms like this…”

Neither of you said anything for a while, then he spoke again.

“You’re amazing, you know that? I don’t know what I’d do without ya.”

“I dunno, I think you’ve fared pretty well without me for a while,” You said, trying to sound lighthearted in your self-depreciation.

He tsked, not buying it for a second.

“Even if I did, it ain’t the same.” He looked up at you, “I can’t even begin to tell ya how much it hurts to see you hangin’ out with other folks and I can’t be there too. Not to mention things like bein’ famous doesn’t feel anywhere near as fun if I can’t share it with you.”

Your heart wanted to fly, but you stubbornly kept it grounded.

“Sharing? An odd thing to say for the Avatar of Greed.”

He laughed lightly, hugging you tighter for a brief moment. “Yeah, yeah, I know… but I…” He sighed and leaned back, reaching up to cup your cheek and gaze into your eyes.

“I… want to be… so greedy…”

“Did you really mean it?” you whispered, “That out of all the flowers… I’m the most special?”

“Ah…” He blushed a little, his thumb gracing your chin. “You remember that?”

You nodded, and he smirked a little.

“You remember a lot of what I say?”

You nodded again.

He chuckled, sitting up a little and tilting his head as if he might go for a kiss.

“You’re the most important thing in my life,” he murmured, caressing your cheek again. “I can’t imagine a future I’d want without you in it.”

“Mammon, I…”

He sensed your hesitation and started to lean back, “The only kinda future that’d be better is one where you want me back, but I’ll take what I can g—“

You kissed him, the tears that had threatened to fall now caught in your lashes as you cupped his cheeks and kissed him with your whole soul. It wasn’t the picture, the clothes, the attention, or the misplaced praises that you struggled to accept. He just… was.

He wanted.

And he wanted…

You.

You broke the kiss, ready to mumble an apology but he only grinned.

“Oh… well, would you look at that….” His eyes flashed in gold.

“Someone wants me back~”

#obey me mammon #obey me shall we date #obey me asmodeus #fluff #comfort #fanfic #reader insert #gender neutral reader

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Can you do one where reader just spoils asmo. Like taking them on dates buying clothes for them. Basically fluff I think it would be really cute if asmo got really sentimental because he's being treated as a person instead of the avatar of lust

Fluff!!! Getting your nails done and some shopping with Asmo!-

Ofc, ofc! There’s more then one way to spoil a demon~! and I’m mixing theses two asks a bit because yea- lots of shopping with Asmo & some teasing! Ignore any typos I’m dyslexic as fuck- sorry

First things, first going to get your nails done at one of Asmo’s favorite little nail salons!

They always treated you and Asmo like royalty (which you basically are in hell lol), getting matching sets of baby pink french tips for Asmo’s birthday!

The demon himself insisted on picking the style and color, something simple and cute!

Laughing and making small talk the whole time with the salon tech as she works and she even joins in on a few of Asmo’s party stories, telling you a few embarrassing tidbits about the demon as he blushes and tries to shush her “Don’t tell MC that!” “But you looked so cute with your head in a punch bowl! You blew up on devilgram if I remember right.” She stops to think for a moment, “Oh! That’s right! Top meme of 1820!! I still see a few of the old ones my nieces and nephews send me.” Asmo groans and would hide his face in his hands if she wasn’t in the middle of painting his nails. You raise one eyebrow and look over at him, “Top meme?” “Don’t!! I’ll show you pictures from that night where I actually look good but forget about that one!” “Alright, alright.” You’ll just have to ask Satan or Mammon about it later-

You and the nail tech giggle at Asmo’s protest and start talking about other stuff, a few of the models currently trending on devilgram, Asmo’s upcoming party and so on. Stuff the demon was more than happy to chat about, mixed with some gossip.

When your nails are done and you move to pay she stops you. “I can’t change you on his birthday. Besides, it’s been ages since I’ve seen him laugh so….” She trails off for a moment looking for the right word “Well, genuinely. You always bring out a special side of Asmodeus. I wish others could see more often.” it’s your turn to protest and you tell her you didn’t do anything special and he’d have a cow if he thought you’d gotten a discount/cheated her out of money and she laughs, “Don’t worry I’ll still give you the recipe. I just won’t take your money.” you try to convince her one more time, but as you start too, you feel arms wrap around your middle and a quick kiss on the cheek “Almost ready sweetie~?” Asmo had caught up and was ready to go-

The tech smiled again, and gave you one last wink. Handing you a fake receipt and telling you to have a good day and continue treating Asmo~!

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Next up taking him clothes shopping! Not that either of you needed new clothes but it’s his birthday and you want to spoil him! “Oh!!” Asmo squealed walking down the racks and racks of clothes and picking out outfit, after outfit. Some for him to try on and some for you~!

After picking out ten or twivlve outfit Asmo dragged you back to the fitting rooms and pushed you into the biggest one, following right behind “Oooh~ cozy.” Asmo giggles turning away and starting to strip and try on his first outfit, “Come on sweetie! No need to be shy it’s just you and me~” he teases seeing you haven’t moved from your corner yet. “That’s exactly what I’m worried about, Asmo.” Your own voice is light and teasing but, he looks at you dead serious for a moment, “I’m not going to try anything. I’m honestly having fun just hanging out with you~” and he turns back to his mirror and start, putting on his first outfit. You just stare at his back for a minute, before shaking your head as if to clear it and starting to try on your own outfit.

You try on all the outfits, a few are only Asmo’s style, sure you look cute but he’s the one who looks gorgeous. and a few are more your style! For every outfit he picked Asmo found a complimentary / matching one for you or him. Snapping a few selfies in the outfits he loved and giving a “Meh” face at the ones he didn’t. It was fun, Asmo had little compliments for all your outfits and everytime you tried to compliment him he’d giggle and give you a little kiss on the kiss or nose. Just small little drops of affection before trying on the next outfit. Eventually you had 3 outfits each and made you way out of the try on room and towards the counter to pay passing several more displays, you stop for a moment and grab two hats. They’re fairly plan looking baseball caps, but both have “Bad bitch” embroidered in pink across the front and the idea of getting Asmo to wear one makes you laugh.

Reaching the checkout counter a few steps behind him, you can’t exactly hide the hats from Asmo, and he raises one eyebrow in question, “Needed a hat?” you shake your head “No, but I wanted something to wear right away and I wanted to match with you.”

Asmo blushes but laughs, asking the cashier to leave the hats out of your bags and even puts yours on for you, then quickly putting on his own. “There! Now everyone will know we match.” and breaking into a fit of giggles.

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After paying for your new outfits and putying on your new hats it’s off to your next stop! But this time Asmo’s leading, half dragging you through the Devildom side streets until you get to some small shop that looks much smaller compared to the others. The little shop sign is crooked and a little faded.

You can’t imagine this being somewhere Asmo would shop. It’s so different then, the big stores like Majolish. “Ahh, Asmo? Is this the right place?” You ask as he reaches for the doorknob “Yes! We’re here just for you~” and he leads you inside.

It’s a quiet little shop with only one salesperson at a little corner absolutely full of cosmetics and empty makeup pallets. “Amaymon! We’re here for MC’s appointment!” Asmo chirps happily, still holding your hand and helping you into a seat at the counter, Amaymon gives you a small smile, looking over your face carefully. Almost as if he’s inspecting you, “Hello, MC. Asmodeus, told me you’ve been interested in makeup.” You nod, it’s true. You had asked Asmo if he could give you some pointers. But you didn’t expect to go to a different demon- “Good. Now don’t worry, I’m not going to give you classes or anything. No, I’ll leave all that to Asmodeus. I’m simply going to match your skin tone and create a makeup pallet with you and a few things Asmodeus told me about you.” “Oh. Is that all?” You ask, still a little confused. but Asmo’s still beaming next to you, so you feel safe. “That is all.” Amaymon says, before going completely quiet.

He grabs a few things here and there moving much faster then, you expected. He grabs small bottles of what look like concealer and foundation, although you don’t ask. Mixing them, occasionally looking over at you before going back to his work.

Asmo watches for awhile before looking around the little shop, he grabs a few new lipsticks off of a different counter and even calls you over to help him pick out some eyeshadow, “We can try all of that’s together when we get home! Now what we really need is a few dark reds or maybe a blueberry-ish shade…” Asmo looks at your face and grabs a few more things, explaining how the colors might look a little bright but he can tone them down or how they’ll bring out your eyes. He just seems so happy, getting to spend time with you and it makes you smile!-

A small cough interrupts your thoughts as, Amaymon has apparently finished. A rather large box is now sitting on the counter with your name written on a little note at the top “Oh, perfect!” Asmo claps his hands and tells Amaymon to add the other stuff you picked out to the total and add it to Asmo’s tap. Amaymon nods as he bags up the other items. “I hope you enjoy your new makeup MC. Don’t let Asmodeus go too overboard on your makeover.” Asmo laughs as he grabs your hand in his and the bags in the other “Amaymon! You know me~ I just can’t help myself.” you laugh and squeeze Asmo’s hand as you both leave the shop and head home.

That night Asmo does your makeup and after much whining and pouting convinces you to do his. It’s not the best, but you’re still learning!! His lipstick is a little smudged and the eyeliner is crooked, but Asmo loves it he takes so many pictures of both you and himself even posting them on devilgram with “Best birthday ever <3” in the caption.

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