#shall we date asmo

[kpop-otome-yandere-here]

Asmo: Lucifer won't trace this back to us, right?

Mc: Are you kidding? He traces everything back to us. Lucifer traces things we haven't even done yet back to us.

[still-a-morosexual-help]

I love this family so much it's making me insane. It also means so much that it's Levi's relationship with Asmo that is focused on after S4(?) showed that it was Levi who was able to help Asmo through his breakdown (as seen here)

[princessasmosprincess]

Charmed, I'm Sure

Chapter 4 First Chapter|Previous Chapter|Next Chapter

Summary: No human has ever avoided Asmodeus's charm. Except for you.

Pairing: Asmodeus x GN Reader/MC

Genre: Drama, angst

Warnings: Mild innuendo

***

Mammon banged on your door in the morning, startling you awake. “Come on, ya lousy human! You’re gonna make us late for breakfast!”

There was no sun in the Devildom, you would have to get used to that.

After quickly getting ready for the day, you got turned around looking for the dining room, ending up in the kitchen where you bumped into Asmo. His purple silk robe, which brought out the gold in his eyes, was slipped down his shoulders revealing a little of his chest. His hair was tousled effortlessly, like he had just woken up like that. And he probably had. He truly was beautiful, with his delicate features and perfectly symmetrical face.

Anyone would want to be with someone as beautiful as him. He looked the way you always imagined an angel would look, but it was his eyes that gave him away. There was a hunger there. A force that desired certain things most people would only be willing to do behind closed doors. No wonder he was the Avatar of Lust.

That was the part that intimidated you. But you pushed forward anyway.

“Good morning, Asmodeus,” You smiled. You were proud of yourself for remembering his name.

He stared at you with eyes wide for a moment before a small smile spread across his face. “Good morning, MC. Did you sleep well?”

“Yes,” you lied. You were embarrassed to have cried yourself to sleep last night. All of the stress of the day had weighed on you until you couldn't take it anymore. But right as you drifted off to sleep, such a profound feeling of peace had come over you. And this morning, as you’d dressed yourself in the perfectly tailored RAD uniform that was left for you in your room, you decided it would be a good day. Diavolo and Lucifer had faith in you to do well in the exchange program, you were going to do your best.

“You weren't lonely, were you?” Asmo asked.

You shook your head, another lie.

“Not too cold?”

“No,”

“Ah, well,” He sighed languidly. “If you ever do feel lonely or cold, you can always come to my room. I have an open door, open bed policy, you know.” He leaned his elbow on the counter, letting one sleeve of his robe slip down all the way to his wrist, exposing his bare chest.

“Oh… Thank you.” You weren't sure what to say to that.

Asmo sipped his steaming mug of tea, smile firmly in place and not breaking eye contact with you. Despite his lazy posture, he reminded you of a tiger getting ready to pounce. You felt awkward after a moment so you looked away.

He practically slammed his mug down on the counter, miraculously none of the boiling hot liquid splashed. You jumped. Was he angry at you? You’d said a total of eight words to him. Were all demons this volatile? You worried that you had broken some sort of unspoken rule of the Devildom.

With an exasperated huff, Asmo trudged over to the freezer. “I came here to get myself one of these but I think you need it more than I do.”

He thrust a frozen spoon into your hand. You looked down at it, confused.

“It’s for your eyes, Sweetie.” Asmo said, a slight edge to his voice. “And here’s a little tip for you: don't lie to a demon if you don't want your soul eaten.”

“Oh,” You touched your cheekbone under your eye. Your eyes were still puffy from crying last night and he had noticed. You felt your cheeks growing warm.

At that moment Satan burst through the kitchen door. “MC, we’ve been looking everywhere for you. If we don't start breakfast now, Beel is going to have a tantrum and we don't want that.”

“That would be tragic, wouldn't it?” Asmo said, almost as if he was wishing Beel would have a destructive episode. He picked up his mug and sauntered towards the kitchen door without another glance at you or Satan, grabbing a meal replacement shake and a (poisoned) apple on his way out. “Tell Lucifer I’ll be taking my breakfast in my room this morning.”

“I will,” said Satan. He turned to you, “Would you mind helping me carry these to the dining room, MC?” He gestured to two towering trays of scones and pastries on the counter. They almost looked too beautiful to eat.

“Sure,” You said, taking a tray.

“Thank you,” he smiled. “I was in charge of breakfast this morning, although these pastries were sent here by Barbatos.”

“Barbatos?”

“He’s Diavolo’s butler and a student at RAD, and probably the best pastry chef in the three realms. I’m sure you’ll meet him soon.”

“Ah,”

Satan continued the friendly conversation. You hadn't known what to expect of the Avatar of Wrath when you met him the day before. But speaking to him now, he seemed kind. “I hope breakfast is to your liking. If not, I think we can procure something better in the future.” He said as he led you out of the kitchen and to the dining room which was just one door away.

“I'm sure it will be fine,” you said.

You sat at one end of the long dining table, across from Lucifer, who watched you intently. Satan sat to your right as he made up a plate for you, carefully explaining which foods on the table were safe for you to eat. Apparently many foods eaten in the Devildom were lethal to humans. Thankfully the pastries were safe, they were delicious. Mammon, who sat on your left, teased you for being a “puny, weak human” but you could tell he was also listening to what Satan was saying.

“There are several types of honey here in the Devildom,” said Satan. “Most of them are safe for human consumption. Except this one,”

He placed a small honey jar with a skull on the label in front of you.

“This is Hell Poison Honey, and it’s deadly to humans if not handled properly.” Satan swirled the dipper, letting the light catch the reddish shimmering honey. “Raw, it can kill a human within a few hours of ingestion.”

That was frightening, you committed the label to memory.

“So as long as the normie avoids anything with the word ‘poison’ in it, they’ll be safe,” You could see Leviathan, who you’d met last night when Mammon took you on a tour of the House of Lamentation, roll his eyes over his portable gaming system. He’d walked into the dining room playing it and his eyes hadn't left the little screen since.

“It’s not that simple, brother–”

“Satan,” said Lucifer. “I think you’ve done enough explaining to MC for right now. If they’re ever in danger of eating something harmful, one of us will step in.”

Satan glared daggers at Lucifer, who coolly smiled back. There was something going on between them that you couldn't understand. Satan muttered something under his breath and Lucifer's full teacup spontaneously shattered on the table. It was lucky that the two seats on either side of Lucifer were vacant, if anyone had been sitting there they would have been splashed.

Now that was curious, you were told there were six brothers but there were eight chairs at the table. Asmo was in his room so that explained the one empty seat. But who was the other one for?

Lucifer continued to smile at his brother, wiping up the mess without a care. “We’ll talk about this little outburst of yours later, Satan.” When Lucifer looked up, his eyes were glowing red. You heard Mammon gulp nervously next to you. Satan’s glare on his older brother didn't waver.

“So– so if I want honey for my tea…” You tried to redirect the conversation to aleve the awkwardness, mostly for your own sake. You didn't want to get in the middle of family affairs, especially not with people you had just met.

“Use this one, MC,” Satan turned back to you, smiling once more, but now you could see it hid a wave of wrath behind it. He slid a second honey jar to you. This one had the image of a cute bee on the label. You would make sure to never get on his bad side.

The rest of the meal was relatively uneventful. Mammon complained about having to babysit you, Beelzebub shoveled food into his mouth constantly, Satan always looked like he wanted to ask you a question but he never did, Leviathan played his game and ignored everyone, and Lucifer continued to watch you.

You had eaten about half of your breakfast when you noticed Beelzebub eyeing your plate longingly. His stomach growled even though he’d already eaten four generous helpings of breakfast, two entire pots of tea, and he’d managed to sneak the jar of Hell Poison Honey while Lucifer and Satan had their silent argument.

“I’m finished,” you said to him. “So if you’d like to–”

Beel snatched the plate from you before you had a chance to finish your sentence. In his excitement he devoured the whole thing, plate and all.

“Thanks,” he said through a mouthful of waffle and porcelain. He smiled at you, something you had been told he did rarely.

Lucifer chastised you gently, though clearly enjoying his brother’s smile as well. “I know you’re trying to make friends, MC, but Beel needs to learn to control himself.”

“Yeah,” said Mammon. “He’s gonna be like a puppy beggin’ for scraps if you spoil him like that.”

“Human world food is so good,” Beel said, wiping his mouth. “We should have more sometime. Do you know how to cook, MC?”

“Beel, you can't just ask our guest to cook on their first day,” said Lucifer. “Although… Maybe they would be willing to cook for us one night in the future.”

***

As soon as you entered the doors of RAD, Mammon ran off with a demon he called “Mephisto,” the two of them ran off whispering conspiratorially about some upcoming popularity contest.

The rest of the brothers scattered towards their morning classes. It seemed that you had been abandoned. You looked at the paper Lucifer had given you that morning. On one side was a detailed map of the RAD building, and on the other was your class schedule. Lucifer’s handwriting bordered on calligraphy; the sweeping loops and flourishes were beautiful but a little hard to read, you squinted at the paper. It didn't help that Mammon had taken it upon himself to cross out things Lucifer had written and rewritten them in his own jagged, illegible writing.

You heard whispers all around you. You listened in on a demon near you. “Hey, check it out. That’s the human that everyone's been talking about. You think it’s true what they say, that Mammon became a babysitter?”

“Well, if so then I’d say that actually works out great, doncha think?” Said another. “If we wait and strike while he's not paying attention, he'll never figure out it was us. C’mon, We should devour the human before Beel does.”

Beelzebub was planning on eating you? Lucifer had assured you that you would be safe in the Devildom as long as you stuck with his brothers. Was that a lie?

No, you couldn't think about that now when there were two lower ranking demons in the mood to snack on your soul. You needed to run.

“Hey, you there!” Another voice sounded. You caught a glimpse of light hair that at first glance looked like it belonged to Mammon. “That's right, I'm talking to you, with human with that frightened, tormented look on your face that demons love so much. You're practically screaming, ‘Come and eat me! I'm scrumptious!’.”

It wasn't Mammon. This person's hair was silver, and his eyes were dark. He was as handsome as any of the brothers, but this was someone you hadn't met before. But he didn't look like a demon to you. Was he an angel?

“Your name is MC isn't it?” The stranger said. “This D.D.D. here belongs to you, right? I saw you drop it just now. Here, take it.”

You slowly reached out your hand for the D.D.D. He looked you up and down. His gaze reminded you of Asmo’s, only less hungry.

The stranger laughed. “What's with that? There's no need to be suspicious of me. My name’s Solomon. I’m an exchange student from the human world, just like you. Nice to meet you MC.”

You finally got yourself to speak. “How do you know my name?”

Solomon raised an eyebrow. “You're probably not aware of this, but you're a bit of a celebrity here at RAD right now. Just being an exchange student from the human world makes you special enough. But on top of that, you've got an infamous demon like Mammon looking after you as well…”

Solomon didn't hide his disdain for the demon who was to serve as your main protector.

You felt the eyes of the other demons still on you.

“I need your help,” you said, trying to keep your voice from shaking.

“What’s that now? You’re saying you need my help?” Asked Solomon, a tone of mocking in his voice. “But you’ve got Mammon looking after you, right? Although, I guess he’s more of a liability than an asset. I'm not sure I can think of anyone less suited to a role like that.”

So your first impression of Solomon had been correct. He was tricky. And you didn't appreciate how familiar he was acting around you.“Can you please just help me get to my first class?” Surely no one would try to eat you in front of a professor. Going to class was your best bet to maintain your safety. You handed Solomon your schedule, hoping he could decipher the writing.

Solomon glanced at the paper and then offered you his arm, but he kept talking. “I mean, to choose Mammon for a job like that, you’d either have to be crazy or playing a joke. And since it was Lucifer who did it, it’s obvious he’s trying to mess with you.”

He led you up a flight of stairs and around a corner. You fidgeted with the buttons on your uniform as the two of you walked the halls. The courage you'd had this morning was slowly fading to nothing.

“Despite your situation,” Solomon said quietly. “You're going to be fine. Things aren't bad enough that you need my help. Trust me, I can tell.”

You looked up at him and saw sincerity in his eyes that hadn't been present a few moments ago. He gave a small, encouraging smile. Before you could respond, the school bell rang.

“Uh-oh. I’d better get going.” said Solomon.

You let go of his arm, “Thank you for taking me to class, Solomon.”

“See you around, MC. Take care of yourself.”

Solomon walked away, glancing back only once. He couldn't help teasing you as soon as he laid eyes on you. Not when you were the one distracting the demon he had a pact with.

Asmo had been right about you, though. There was absolutely no trace of magic on you. He had clocked that the moment your hands touched. So how had you been able to escape Asmo’s charm?

***

Cross-posted on AO3

[favficbirthdays]

Happy Birthday

Asmodeus (15th May)

Obey Me!

[whatever-fanfics]

Headcanon that the demons and angels don't have that instinct when somethings wrong.

MC *feels the hairs on their arms stand up*: Somethings wrong

Solomon *feels a pit in his stomach*: I agree

Demons and Angels: What the fuck

*Something goes wrong*

The Demons and Angels: What the F U C K 🤯😱🤯

[smoft-demons]

MC falls asleep on him

_______

Lucifer:

‘…?!’ Is what Lucifer is thinking as your head drops onto his shoulder.

You had cajoled him into doing some of his constant paperwork in a bigger chair for a change. So there’s room for you to sit next to him! You’re not even demanding his attention, or the spare time that he doesn’t have, you’re being very considerate, you just wanted sit next to him, that’s all, you had promised!

Lucifer caved, because he is very soft for his human—even though he’s loathe to look like it. You were in fact being considerate… so he had brought a stack of relatively low-importance papers out of his office, into the living room.

You were sitting on a couch together, him with his stack of administrative papers and you with a homework assignment. You finished yours quickly, so you ended up playing a game on your DDD as you lean against him.

He checks on you periodically out of the corner of his eye. He’s relaxed though—as relaxed as Lucifer gets. This is peaceful. Meditative, almost. He’s happy. All his brothers are elsewhere, his tasks are not too overwhelming, he gets to have a nice, calming afternoon sitting in companionable silence with his favourite housemate…

A sudden weight falling on him jolts him out of his trance. Your cheekbone thunks against his shoulder. He blinks. Processing.

In quick succession, his brain goes like ‘..?!’ then ‘it is mid-afternoon why are you sleeping’ and ‘have we been overworking our human?’ and ‘aww. MC really does trust me that much.’

He adjusts the way you’re situated so you’re more comfortable as he finishes up the last of his work. When he’s done, he takes a moment to just observe. To appreciate your trust in him. Also, to congratulate himself again for his part in the creation of the exchange program, because it brought you into his life.

(He tries to ignore the stubborn twinge of nostalgic heartache he feels as well. You’re reminding him so much of Belphie, from back when his relationship with him was good. He’d never admit it, but he misses having his babiest brother fall asleep on him like this.)

Lucifer gathers up his papers, then picks you up, being careful not to jostle you too much. Let no one ever say he doesn’t take good care of his human. He carries you to your room to put you to bed. Clearly you need the extra sleep. Or… well, he tries to. You’re holding onto him pretty insistently.

He expects himself to feel irritated, but… no. He can’t help but feel a little smug, actually. It’s cute, you’re cute, you don’t seem to want him to leave you. So… fine. He’ll oblige. For a short break.

(An hour or two later, you’ll wake up to the smells and sounds of dinner being prepared. You’re… not under your blanket? No, you’re covered by Lucifer’s ridiculously long coat. It’s warm, soft. It smells like him. In this moment, it’s impossible to miss how loved you are.)

_______

Mammon:

The first time this happened (in your room, watching movies without any of his brothers for once), Mammon was stunned. He had frozen up, stuttered some nonsense to no one in particular, then quickly slapped his free hand over his mouth as he realized he would wake you if he didn’t immediately chill out.

Now though? You’ve been in his life for a while. He’s your oldest friend here. Those movie nights had become a habit, even though it remained rare to have one with no one else joining in. So this has happened a lot, and he’s gotten used to it. He doesn’t react so outwardly anymore, not unless one of his brothers show up to make fun of him.

If they try it, Mammon is rather aggressive about shushing them. At first, because he hated to be so obvious about how much he cares about you, but now that he’s a bit more used to it, it’s because he doesn’t want them to disturb you. He feels like he’s protecting you by keeping his brothers from waking you up. Sometimes, he’s the one who wakes you up by telling them to shut up just a bit too loudly, or silently gesturing for them to be quiet or go away a little too enthusiastically.

His brothers roast him even more for that. Poor thing.

Time and time again, you pass out on his shoulder. During a movie, mid relaxed hangouts with various groups of the brothers, in the rare times when hanging out solo with Mammon is a relaxing low-energy affair, while studying, during the lunch break at school, even in class sometimes. His heart warms, and he can’t help but smile at the familiar feel of you conked out on his shoulder again. He doesn’t even mind if you snore.

Mammon is usually such a loud, high energy person. Neither you nor him finds anything wrong with that of course, it’s one of many lovable things about him. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t like being able to just chill with you sometimes though. It’s nice.

Eventually, he gets familiar enough with this that he’s willing to move you around to get more comfortable. With time, he learns exactly what ways he can move you without disturbing you. So most of the time when you fall asleep on him, you wake up in some other position. Sitting in his lap, lying down with a sleeping Mammon wrapped around you, being carried to another room, propped up against his side in your next class, being hugged like a teddy bear in his room, etc etc.

He never questions why you’re tired. He just lets you pass out on him. He wants you to be in the best possible condition, and he will happily take all the time with you he can get. He takes this to mean that you also want all the time with him that you can get, that you would rather stay with him than go to bed when you’re tired because you would rather not be separated from him. Just like how he feels about you. Why else would he be in your room as often as he is?

You trusting him enough to sleep on him all the time makes him feel like he’s being a good guardian demon, like he’s as precious to you as you are to him.

He’s a fan of all the free cuddles he gets out of this, too.

_______

Levi:

You’re in Levi’s room with him, set up very comfortably as you’re marathoning an anime together. You’ve been at it for hours though, you’re already a bit sleep deprived, and you’ve seen this one a few times already. You can’t stop yourself from nodding off. Your head drops onto his shoulder.

Levi freaks out.

“afgshrjdxssh—WH-!” He flails. You immediately snap awake again. “You—uhh-!” He shoves you away in a panic, then immediately changes his mind, pulling you back in, then freezes for a moment before letting go of you to flap his hands frantically. “Nonono stay—wait no, you don’t want to—I mean, you don’t have to—I mean, get o—uhh! Um! I mean! S-stay if you want, but I don’t care if you don’t want to—!”

You blink slowly at him a couple times. Trying to parse his contradictory sputtering. You’re tired, you’re not working at full brain power. You figure he means something along the lines of: ‘ooo I’m Levi, I have bad self esteem and I can’t believe you want to touch me, but I want you to, but I can’t say that because I cope with feeling unlovable by acting all tsundere because that way I feel less pathetic, love you though!’

You know. Standard Levi stuff. You love him so much—and you’d be very happy if he started therapy.

For now though, you just grab his arm and pull him closer to you again. You bury your face in his shoulder. This time, it’s unmistakably a deliberate move. Wordlessly telling him that you do in fact love him enough to want to touch him.

It’s like his body just took a screenshot! He keysmashes out loud.

Slowly, he calms down. He puts one hesitant arm around you. You don’t move. He can’t tell if you’re already asleep again or just pretending to be, but either way you seem to be comfortable.

Soon enough, he finds himself smiling like an absolute dork. This… is actually very effective reassurance. He feels all warm and fuzzy and loved. He likes holding you.

It’s reminding him of TSL fluff fics he’s read where absolutely nothing happens except Henry and the Lord of Shadows cuddle. A way for him to experience affection vicariously through a character he relates to and a character he loves, when he really wants hugs himself but can’t have any.

He squeezes you softly as his heart warms. He squishes his cheek against the side of your head.

“I love my Henry..!” Levi mumbles to himself, under his breath. He has no way of knowing if you heard that, which is why he said it out loud. It’ll be a while until he gets the nerve to say it when he knows you can hear.

_______

Satan:

He is HONOURED, he is OVERJOYED, he is MELTING, he is… very carefully remaining perfectly chill.

It’s the same type of happiness as when a cat decides to sit on you out of nowhere. He’s been chosen!

He is SO happy you trust him so much!

He had been reading, as usual. You had been sitting next to him, as usual. You had gotten tired, and without a moment of hesitation you had buried your face in his shoulder and fallen asleep.

He carefully contains all the joy this gives him, so he doesn’t disturb you. He wraps an arm around you, plants a soft kiss on your head, and goes right back to reading.

If you sleep fitfully, he’ll stroke your hair to soothe you.

When you wake up, he’ll ask if you had a nice nap. He won’t make any moves to make you get off him. If you choose to anyway, he won’t react outwardly, because he doesn’t want to discourage you falling asleep on him again. He wants this to happen lots more! So he’ll just smile at you and go back to his book.

But if you don’t choose to leave, he’ll shift you entirely into his lap to make you both more comfortable. He can hug you properly like this. If he’s sure you’ll be comfortable with it, he’ll kiss your forehead before going back to his book. He’s very happy to keep you there.

_______

Asmo:

Predictably, Asmo’s gonna take ALL the pictures of this!

A few in which he doesn’t look at the camera, as if they were candid shots. Some where he’s posing cutely, a couple where he’s kissing your head, a bunch of various angles of your sleeping face. What can he say, he thinks the way your cheek squishes against his collarbone is just precious.

A bit less predictably, he posts none on devilgram. No, these are just for him.

…maybe the best ones are for the group chat. He’s gotta show off his cute human to someone, it may as well be to his brothers. They’ll appreciate you properly. He’ll share after you’ve woken up, though. He doesn’t want anyone barging in to disturb you.

He’ll share the pictures with you as well if you ask, of course! What he will NOT do, however, is risk you deleting them! He’ll back them up first. He’ll store them in a hidden album if you’re shy about them, but he’s not deleting them!

Well, unless you’re genuinely uncomfortable. Then, okay fine. But please let him keep at least one? You’re so cute!

He’ll be more affectionate over the following days. Trying to be next to you all the time, inviting you to his room at every opportunity, pulling you to sit next to him. All because he hopes you’ll fall asleep on him again. Or just lean on him like that, and let him cuddle you. Please, he’d be SO happy!

_______

Beel:

Beel is so used to this behaviour. Belphie falls asleep on him all the time. He’d be the most chill about it.

As if it’s routine, he’ll secure you in your position with his arm, so you can’t fall and get hurt. He’ll rub your back and hum softly to you to help you relax if you don’t seem to be sleeping well. Beel is warm and soft and big and comfy, like the giant teddy bear he is at heart. He’s considerate and gentle. He’s always really sweet to you, and that doesn’t change one bit even when you’re unconscious.

When he inevitably gets too hungry to stay where he is, he’ll just take you to the kitchen with him. It’s no problem, he does this with Belphie all the time. It doesn’t matter how much you weigh, Beel can carry you easily. He thinks nothing of it.

He can cook one handed too if he needs to. He’s got practice—also because of Belphie. He’s chilling, he’s comfortable, there’s nothing unusual about this at all to him.

If the kitchen noises wake you up, he’ll apologize and share his food with you. He’ll tell you outright that he’s happy to let you use him as a pillow whenever you want.

(Also, he makes a mental note to drop you off with Belphie instead of bringing you along to the kitchen and risking waking you up again next time)

If it doesn’t wake you up, no problem! That’s what he expected. He just carries you around as he does what he needs to do around the house. He’ll put you to bed properly if he needs to go outside of course, but otherwise he’s bringing you with him.

When you wake up, he’ll put you down if you somehow indicate that’s what you want. If you don’t though, he just… won’t. He likes holding you. He’d do it so often if he thought you’d like him to.

_______

Belphie:

…Welp. The table has turned, hasn’t it.

People don’t fall asleep on Belphie while he’s awake too often! He’s not usually conscious to experience this! He likes it though. He thinks you’re being so cute.

9 times out of 10, Belphie will take this as his cue to cuddle up to you and join you in sleep. He can always be tempted into a nap. He’d make sure this the comfiest, nicest, most restful nap you’ve ever taken. He’d make sure you feel so safe and loved. You will NOT be disturbed on his watch.

On the rare tenth time, when Belphie isn’t tired, he might whine about being trapped. When one of his brothers points out that he can move you very easily, he glares at them. He maintains that it’s illegal to move when you’ve been chosen as someone’s pillow. When it’s pointed out that he’s perfectly capable of waking you if he really wants to get up, he looks affronted. He would NOT do that, he says. Do they think he’s completely heartless, he asks.

Well. He wouldn’t do that unless he’s feeling particularly bratty. He’d totally do it to any of his brothers… but he’s soft with you. He loves you. Be so for real, do you think he’d really ever pass up an opportunity to cuddle you? No way. He can go shopping later.

He won’t tell you that though. He’ll bitch about it to your face, complaining until you agree to go shopping with him next time, all the while refusing to let go of you.

He already was not hesitating to fall asleep on you, but he somehow gets more shameless and constant about it. Since you’re doing it too, it’s your thing now. You’d be a hypocrite to complain now.

Yeah, he couldn’t be happier about this. Please sleep on him all the time. Enable him even more! He’ll make sure you won’t regret it.

[fullofbees]

Fanon pet peeve is when u see a man that is a submissive and breedable brat but everyone writes him as a sadistic daddy dom. I'm so sorry king u deserve better and as many fingers as u want in ur ass 😔

[obae-me]

How many kisses I think it would take before he turns to mush

My creativity has been stuck in essentially a rush hour traffic jam for like weeks, so let's write something silly for practice, shall we?

Lucifer

Definitely ten or more. He tries to keep his composure, to focus on the task at hand, scold you for coddling him and distracting him, but if you hold onto your stubbornness and see it through to the end, he will be putty in your hands soon after you reach double digits. He might even fall faster if you give him little bits of praise after every kiss.

Mammon

Three MAX. One to catch him off guard, one to make it really sink in, and then the third to land the final blow. No amount of tsundere will outlast the triple attack. He'll be following you around like a lost puppy for the rest of the day, almost demanding more. He's greed after all, three might've broken him, but he'll be damned if he doesn't get more.

Levi

I would be tempted to say just one is enough, but we want a soft boy, not a vibrating, anxious mess. He gets tense at first, and he needs some reassurance and some time to understand that he likes and is okay what is happening. So I'm going to say five or more kisses. The first few he's just stuttering and blushing, but soon after, he can put that aside and just allow himself to relax a bit.

Satan

He acts like it takes him just as long as Lucifer, reaching double digits, when in reality he gave in internally much much earlier than that. Four is when his heart is melting and his mind is screaming, but around eight is when his body starts to unwind, almost curling around you like a cat.

Asmo

Much higher than you would expect. One must bridge the initial flirting phase before he becomes a puddle. I'm going to say probably six kisses. The first three he'll be giddy, but if you get softer with each kiss, he'll slowly start to become speechless.

Beel

As long as there isn't food in the way, just one. One kiss is all it takes. This demon has just so much love in him, you hardly need to kiss him for him to be soft for you. He doesn't need to put up an act. Just give him a single smooch and he'll drop whatever he's doing to cuddle into you.

Belphie

So many kisses. Probably even more than Lucifer. He feels like he deserves your kisses anyway, so it's hard to get him flustered about it, especially when he's so spoiled. Besides, you have to hope your affection won't lull him to sleep. Over ten for sure. Just keep going. Eventually, he'll be overwhelmed and give up his sleepy smug nature and transform into fluff.

Diavolo

Look me in the eyes and tell me this touch starved man will not cave after like two or three. He's not used to kisses, so the first kiss has his brain lagging. Hit him with the double combo and he's gone. Wasted. Fatality. Although please just kiss him more than twice. He really likes it.

Barbatos

Too many to count, unfortunately. He likes it, don't get him wrong, he's just tough to break. But there must be a breaking point somewhere. Keep attacking him with kisses and surely he must give in eventually, although most likely by his own will, giving in just so you can catch a proper breath. A win is a win.

Simeon

Probably no more than four, although it seems like more than that because he'll often return to sender and kiss you back. Don't give in, you must stay strong before he makes you melt first. Hum as you kiss him and he'll fall faster, almost cooing.

Solomon

He's got a stronger will than most, almost as good as Barbatos, but he will melt in due time. He'll treat it like a game at first, which it almost is to you, but he doesn't have to know that. It takes a while, but when he melts, he melts fast. He'll be trying to chuckle and make light of it one moment, and then be a completely speechless mess the next.

[tsukii0002]

Mc: I can't take it anymore… If you continue to be so irresponsible I'll take the kids!!!!

Mammon: Please Mc! Forgive me, I promise I will change. I will be a better father!

Mc: I can't ensure the welfare of my children over words.

Mammon: Mc! I will never stop caring about our children!!!

Levi: *confused* What are they doing?

Asmo: Oh *eating popcorn* they are arguing because Mammon bought birdseed for canaries instead of special birdseed for crows for the new chicks.

Satan: *stealing popcorn from Asmo* And now Mc has restricted Mammon's care over them.

Levi: And what do the parents think, the crows?

Satan: *holding back laughter * They're on Mc's side.

Levi: Pfff *starting to laugh*

Mc: It's too late...

Mammon: Mc nooo!!!!

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[robin-birb]

Two types of having siblings

[temis-de-leon]

Based on that one joke from TikTok. My pc is still broken and I can't write anything decent:

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MC: Fuck… I forgot to peel my skin today.

Mammon: What?

MC: My skin, I didn't peel it today.

Asmo: Like a mask?

MC: No, just my skin.

Asmo: Solomon's never done that.

MC: It's just the girls, Solomon doesn't know shit.

Satan: You have to peel it?

MC: Once a month, just after my period.

Asmo: You're molting?

MC: Yeah, sure.

Mammon: And you didn't do it today??!

MC: Don't worry, I can do it tomorrow.

Satan: Nonsense MC, we can help you now.

MC: …no, don't worry… it's kinda taboo for girls anyway…

Asmo: Don't be silly, MC! We'd never judge you!

Satan: And it'll probably take less time if the three of us are helping you.

Mammon: That's right! C’mon MC, let's peel your skin off!

MC: …oh no.

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Masterlist

[kpop-otome-yandere-here]

Asmo: I loved that you walked hand in hand with me at the mall

Mc: Sure. If I let you go, you go into all the stores

[still-a-morosexual-help]

He's such a bitch. He found out who Asmo was and did a complete 180 because he suddenly became useful in Solomon's eyes and brought Solomon a step closer to Lucifer.

I love him so much

You cannot convince me that these two haven't fucked multiple times

Lucifer & Diavolo are a thousands of years of slowburn while Asmo & Solomon have been getting it on for just as long

MC getting together with any of these four means they're getting a two-in-one offer

Barbatos & Simoen are also a two-in-one offer because they're co-parenting Luke together

The twins are a two-in-one offer because they're basically telepathic and at that point it's easier to take both of them than trying to cut one off

[princessasmosprincess]

Charmed, I'm Sure

Chapter 7 First Chapter|Previous Chapter|Next Chapter

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Summary: No human has ever avoided Asmodeus's charm. Except for you.

Pairing: Asmodeus x GN Reader/MC

Genre: Drama, angst

Warnings: Blood, suggestive content.

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You trailed behind Asmo, dazed. There was blood on your face that wasn't yours. Blood on your wrist from Asmo’s hand.

“I hope you know I ruined my new outfit for you,” said Asmo bitterly. “Demon blood doesn't wash out of clothes easily.” If he could get his laundry to the Demon King’s castle, maybe Barbatos could get the stains out. But Barbatos would be sure to tell Lucifer. It would be better to ditch the clothes before going home.

There was a fountain in the middle of the square with a statue of a three legged crow. Asmo swirled his hands in the water to clean off the blood.

“You didn't kill him, did you?” Your voice trembled as you asked the question.

“No,” Asmo smirked. “Should I have?”

You shook your head.

“I’m sorry,” you said. You looked into the fountain. The water seemed to glow bright blue. “He caught me off guard when I was trying to find you. I didn't think he– he would– I shouldn't have–” your lip started to quiver and your vision blurred. Asmo’s handprint in blood still circled your wrist so you plunged your hand into the water to wash it off.

“Ahh!” The water was almost boiling hot, it shocked you out of your panic attack.

“What are you doing?” Asmo shrieked, pulling your hand out of the water.

“I was just trying to clean the blood off like you did!” You held your hand close to your heart, anticipating for the pain to start any moment now. “I didn't know the water would be so hot.”

“It’s the Devildom,” Asmo said, as if it should be obvious. “We’re right next to Hell, everything is hot here.”

You blinked back tears.

“Stay here.” Asmod ordered, looking away from you. “And don't touch anything.”

He ran across the street to Hell’s Kitchen, coming out a few moments later with a plastic cup full of ice.

“Here,” he said gruffly as he shoved the cup into your hands.

You reached your hand into the cup, allowing the ice to cool your burned skin.

“Thank you, Asmo,” you said quietly. “For saving me back there. And for the ice.”

Asmo sat on the edge of the fountain, admiring his reflection and fixing his mussed hair. “I did it for Mammon. He still owes me 150 Grimm, and I’ll never get it back if Lucifer kills him.”

“Well,” you shrugged, sitting down beside him. “Thank you for saving me anyway.” You wrapped your still trembling arms around yourself.

Asmo dipped his handkerchief into the water, then he shook it out for a moment to cool it. “Tell me if it’s too warm,” he said, touching the cloth to your face as he gently wiped the spots of blood away.

You just stared at him. For all his complaining over having to watch you, Asmo was being so considerate. This wasn't at all how you expected a demon to act.

“Falling for me?” He smirked again, but then his eyes shifted back to the crow on the fountain.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” said Asmo. “Actually, let me look at your hand, MC.”

“Ok,” you set the ice cup down on the ground.

Asmo gingerly took your hand in his own, his elegant fingers probing the red, angry skin. His touch was so gentle.

Neither of you breathed for a moment.

“There doesn't appear to be any blistering,” he said softly. “Does it hurt to move it?”

You wiggled your fingers slowly, “Not really,”

“Good,” Asmo stood up abruptly. “So we can go to Majolish.”

“Why?”

“You have Grimm right? Now that I’ve saved you twice today, you can make it up to me by buying me a new outfit.”

***

When you arrived at Majolish, most of the lights were out.

“Is it even open?” you asked. According to the chime of the city clock, it was almost midnight.

“Probably not,” Asmo pressed his hands to the door until a little gold flash erupted under his palms. “But I know the witch who owns it.” Asmo held the door open for you.

A witch sat at the front desk, flipping through tarot cards. She looked up as the little bell on the shop’s door sounded.

“Lisette!” said Asmo.

“Asmo! I had a feeling you would be coming in tonight.” She kissed Asmo on both cheeks and he returned the favor.

“Did your cards tell you?” He asked.

“No, Astaroth messaged me.”

“Oh…”

“He said something about a fight at The Fall? That’s not like you, Asmo.”

You and Asmo shared a look. The news had already spread so quickly. It was only a matter of time before Lucifer and the others found out.

“Just a suitor who was way out of line,” said Asmo coolly. “This is MC, by the way. They’re one of our human exchange students at RAD.” He pushed you forward.

“Pleased to meet you,” you said politely.

“The same to you, Dear,” Lisette smiled. She was young and pretty, but you'd noticed her eyes, as she’d looked you over, held the wisdom of hundreds of years. “I assume you two came in to buy some new clothes?”

Lisette eyed you and Asmo. Your own clothes were covered in demonus, but the blood stains were minimal. Asmo’s on the other hand… It looked like he had killed a small animal with his bare hands.

“Of course,” he checked his hair in a nearby mirror, messing with his bangs. He actually winked at his reflection. “I can't go home wearing these.”

“Well then look around to your heart’s content. I’ll stay open as long as you’re here.” Lisette sat down at the desk and looked over the cards she had pulled.

“Wonderful!” Asmo started walking deeper into the store. He turned back for a moment. “Lisette, do you happen to have a first aid kit on hand? MC had a little accident on the way over here.”

As Asmo tried on outfit after outfit, putting on a little fashion show, Lisette helped you wrap your hand with gauze after applying magical burn ointment.

“What do you think of this one, MC?” Asmo asked, posing dramatically.

“It looks great. Just like the last seven.” You were tired and you wondered how you would be able to stay awake during class tomorrow.

“Hm…” said Asmo. “I like this top but I think the pants on the last one show off my butt better.”

“Whatever you say,” you yawned.

“Yes I do think I’ll go with the other pants.” Asmo twirled in front of the mirror one last time. “It’s your turn, MC.”

You were starting to fall asleep sitting up. The adrenaline rush from earlier had subsided leaving you exhausted. Asmo looked like he could keep going for several more hours.

“Could you pick out something for me?” You asked him.

Asmo's eyes lit up. “Of course, Darling, do you have any particular style in mind?”

You shrugged. “Whatever you think will look good on me, I guess.”

Asmo clapped his hands. “This is so exciting! I won’t let you down, MC.”

Off he went, looking through the clothing racks and singing to himself.

You leaned against the desk, hoping Asmo would be quick. You didn't know if you could stay awake much longer.

Lisette shuffled the deck rhythmically as she looked over the three cards she had pulled. “Hmm…”

“What is it?” You said. “If you don't mind me asking.”

“These cards I pulled. The future I'm seeing is not mine.” She looked at you and then back at the cards. “I think they’re for you.”

“Really? But you pulled those cards before you even met me.”

“The future reveals itself in mysterious ways, my dear. I just relay what the cards, and the spirits, tell me,”said Lisette. “If you wish, I can read your fortune for you. Otherwise I’ll shuffle these cards back into the deck and you can let your future be a surprise.”

You stared at the cards for a moment. The middle card were big bold letters spelling DEATH. You had to know what it meant.

“Alright,” you said, “What do the cards say?”

“I will remind you, Mc, that the future is not set in stone. You always have an opportunity to change it with your choices. That being said, I've never done a reading that didn't come true eventually. Is this all ok with you?”

You glanced at the ominous card one more time. “Yes.”

“Then I’ll get started.” Said Lisette. “Your hand please, MC. I want to get a feel for your energy.”

You obeyed, placing your uninjured hand into Lisette’s. She closed her eyes as she interlocked her fingers with yours. Your pulse thrummed in your wrist.

Lisette’s eyes snapped open.

“Ah-ha,” she said, almost to herself.

You watched her expectantly.

Lisette held up the first card. It showed three swords plunging into a red heart. “I see heartache. A rejection of some sort has happened. Do you see the storm clouds behind the heart, MC?”

You nodded.

“A tempest is building up below the surface. Jealousy, perhaps. Or maybe fear.”

This was already off to a great start, you cringed inwardly. Lisette laid the card back down on the table and she picked up the next one. It was the Death card.

“Many people are frightened of this card, but it does not always indicate a deadly outcome.”

You weren't sure how that was possible. The illustration on the card had a distinct sense of foreboding. It showed a skeleton knight riding a horse through a field of the dead. A man, woman, and child knelt in front of the horse, pleading for their lives.

“Death often signifies change, a moment of transition. Something will tip the scales for you, and you must be ready for it. And MC…” she trailed off, as if trying to decide whether to tell you something. In the end she pressed on, “I do sense danger in your future.”

The third card showed a person standing before seven cups, each one containing a unique treasure. Lisette stared at the card for a long time, nodding to herself as she studied it.

“A choice must be made,” Lisette said. “Whether you decide to be selfish or selfless is up to you, MC.”

“I’m just trying to survive the school year,” you said.

Lisette looked you in the eye. “And survive you will, but only if you can see past the illusions before you.”

“What does that–”

“MC!” said Asmo. “I have the perfect thing for you to wear, come here.”

When you looked back at the desk, Lisette had swept up the cards and was already tucking them into a wooden box. It was clear she would not tell you anything else.

You followed Asmo to the 3 paneled mirror by the dressing rooms. He stood behind you, holding his outfit choice in front of your body.

“What do you think? Isn't it perfect?” He had chosen skin-tight jeans and a black and pale pink striped crop top. “I thought these hair clips would look just darling on you, as well.”

“I think…” You stared at your reflection, your eyes flicking over Asmo’s hopeful expression. “I do like it, only…”

“What?” Asmo frowned.

In truth, the outfit would be perfect for clubbing, but after tonight's incident you thought it would be a while before you returned to The Fall again. “Isn't the crop top a little much, or rather, not enough? We're just going home, after all.”

“I told you it’s always hot in the Devildom.” Said Asmo simply.

“How about we compromise,” you said, reaching for something on a nearby rack. “I’ll keep the jeans, but I’ll wear this top.”

You handed him a black sweater. The material was delicate but strong, and you liked the pattern woven into it.

Asmo raised an eyebrow, taking the sweater. He held it up in front of you as he had done before.

“Fine,” he said, looking over your choice. “But you're keeping the hair clips too.”

“Great,” you started to slip away but he wrapped his arms around you. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling.

“I could always help you get dressed,” He purred, his breath tickling your neck. “You don't want to injure your hand anymore than it already is.”

You blinked at him, displaying your gauze-wrapped hand. “I wasn't hurt that badly. I think it will go much quicker if I do it myself.”

You took the clothes from Asmo and got dressed quickly like you had promised. With a little magic woven in the fibers, everything fit you perfectly, as if it had been custom made for you. As you paid for the clothing, Lisette gave you a knowing look.

“Good luck,” she whispered as you and Asmo left Majolish.

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Cross-posted on AO3

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[yukiire]

it's time to give the 4th but also newest bro a big hug 💖