I'm Kaiya! Pronouns: she/her. 25. 18+, minors DNI please! Mostly here for Obey Me! but my obsessions may grow. I love them all but Asmo has my heart. Icon from here [x]
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Asmo and a really sick MC, ive seen some hcs about it but Asmo in those were sometimes a bit too on the fluffy side. Ya know sometimes hurt is prolly the right amount of warmth of me :]
(i just want some Asmo angst :,>)
+ Asmo and “I know it hurts, just focus on me”
I hope ya’ll are ready for some angst!
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Pain...You always found it facinating...in a sort of horrific way...how much pain it was possible for humans to feel...
“Look at me, look at me!”
But how could you? How could you when everything in your body hurt so bad, your vision was just swirling colors? You couldn’t even find it in yourself to scream or cry...every ounce of energy was zapped from...whatever it was that was making you feel like this...your mind was foggy...you couldn’t even remember...
“Please!”
And you had almost settled into this sort of...content numbness, the pain so strong, your body was already starting to shut itself down to save yourself. Numb the nerves, save the brain, that sort of thing. Then all the sudden, a hand filled with magic touched your skin, and a new sort of feeling flooded you. It invaded you, a foreign object in your body, everything in your skin screamed for it to leave, and so did you. Finally, your chest spasmed and you shrieked, wailing, wishing for it to be over. But whatever magic it was that was hurting you, also seemed to be helping you. The blurs in your vision and the muffled voice seemed to clear up.
Asmo was holding you tightly against him, a few tears causing some of his makeup to run...he always looked beautiful...even like this...you managed to think amongst the torment... “Right!” He exclaimed all the sudden. “Just like that, keep looking at me like that.” As soon as he was done speaking, he pressed his hand down against your chest again, and that feeling of magic tore through you. Your head jolted back, and another shriek left your mouth, so loud, you made your own ears ring. You hardly knew that was possible. “I know!” Asmo yelled back, his breath hitching. “I’m sorry!” His lip quivered. “I’m so sorry...” He removed his hand from your torso, and adjusted your head to look back at him. “I know it hurts...but please...” His forehead was now touching yours, the smell of his perfume hitting your nose. “Please...just focus on me...”
His hand went to your chest again...And things went black
Then they opened...but Asmo was gone...but...so was most of the pain. You tried sitting up, but any attempt to do so sent the back of your head falling back to the pillow. Your body might as well have been pure stone. Taking just a moment to look around, you figured out you were back in your room. Opening your mouth, you tried to call out, but the best you could manage was a broken squeak. Luckily, you didn’t have to wait too long. The bedroom door opened with a light creak, and light steps made themselves quickly over to your bed.
“I’m back-” Asmo started, his tone sounding like it was a line he had said many times before. But he cut himself off when he was capable of looking straight into your eyes. He inhaled a gasp hard enough to send him choking, but that didn’t stop him from practically leaping onto you, his nose gentle rubbing yours several times. “You’re awake! Thank Father...thank Father you’re awake...” That initial glee quickly faded into quiet cries as he hugged himself to you. Then, he pulled apart, cupping the sides of your face, his thumb rubbing over your cheekbone. “You’re okay...you’re really okay...I was...so so worried.” He sighed, composing himself a bit, sniffing. “It’s okay now...all you have to do is focus on me...”
Random brain fart: (I have to start numbering these)
A cute couple thing Beel would do is call you food names. Yes I know, that's kinda common knowledge, but imagine: he makes it a challenge to never call MC the same kind of food/ dish twice.
I could see him having fairly great memory when it's about food and MC, so this game continues for a long while. It would be a mix of cute ones (pumpkin, cupcake,...) as Beel is trying to flatter MC, and weird nicknames of the dishes that Beel randomly craves in this moment (Yes, MC would wake up to their gentle giant mumbling a "Good morning, Lasagna" to them.)
And even further, imagine the impossible... One day Beel struggles to find a name he hasn't used yet. He'd start with a normal greeting but then stops mid-sentence, trying SO hard to think of something, anything. For solid minutes he'd be frozen, face serious until he silently grumbles the most stupid nickname you could give your partner, something like "Ham" or so
O__o;;; Why did I draw all of this. All I wanted to do was Mammon with the glasses and the neck-tie pulling but then I thought I needed everything else to explain it >.>;
I hope you enjoyed it anyway! This took WAY TOO LONG for just a simple idea… My hand hurts… I don’t want to draw their uniforms anymore :`)
Which demon brother would you summon and why? (You can do top two if you wish.) I’ll go first.
I’d summon Satan because I can’t feel wrath/anger and I’m curious about it. I want to know what it feels like to be truly angry or wrathful about something. All I ever feel is tired when something happens that should anger me.
Second I’d summon Mammon because I want to hug him and show him how much he’s loved and worth it. Also I want to get in on his money-making shenanigans.
I’ll tag… @simpingandsinning @anotakugardener @obeythebutler @asmos-pet Please don’t let this flop- 🥺👉👈
I'd want to summon Belpheghor, because I really want to annoy him while he tries to sleep. I want to book his face with pillows and sing him to sleep at the same time.
The second one is Levi. I'll play games and simp over 2D characters with him any day!
I'd personally summon Levi first, so we can gush over our common hobbies. I'd also love to watch some ghibli with him, followed by some gaming session deep into the night.
Secondly, I'd like to summon Satan, so we can talk about cats (and buy cat-related things? plushies??) and enjoy each other's company in silence by reading something in the same room. Maybe he'd even help me proofread whatever I'll write and give me criticism on it.
I would summon Levi because I think we’d understand each other well and find comfort in one another. I would love to hear him talk about his interests and have him recommend all the best anime and manga so we can read/watch them together. Also watch or join him while playing games. And can’t forget about TSL! I would totally read and watch it, and he can teach me everything there is to know. I think hanging out with him would be relaxing/comforting, and I want to tell him how great he is ♥
Secondly, I would summon Belphegor. He’s sweet when he’s not being a brat lol. And I think hanging out with him would also be very relaxing/comforting. Maybe we could cuddle, and he could help keep me calm and get a good night’s sleep for once.
Barbatos' door is never locked to you. It gives in to your touch immediately, regardless of the hour--and it is now past two in the morning. You'd quite had your fill of the brothers for tonight, partying well past the last fireworks of the evening, and expected to return to an empty room as Lord Diavolo and most of the group elected to have just one more round in the courtyard. Instead, what you find is Barbatos stretched out in the middle of the bed, still in his festival yukata, quite sound asleep, his arms wrapped around a small, satin pillow. As if the sight of the demon asleep wasn't unusual enough, he obviously had not even attempted to turn down the sheets, remove the throws and shams, nor even take off his shoes.
You smile. It is his night off, and he can do whatever he likes with it.
For yourself, you choose to slip off your shoes before lightly stepping closer to the bed, keeping your tread slow and quiet. The yukata can be changed later, when you're ready to get into bed properly.
Silver moonlight shines through the bay window, gracing the faintly iridescent strands of his hair, emerald, gleams on the purple silk of his obi, the neat bow now tilted awkwardly to one side. His face is in shadow, half buried in the decorative pillow, yet you can still see a slight, upward turn to his lips, not in the distantly polite mask he so frequently dons, but creased with genuine pleasure. Either Barbatos already knows you're here, or he's having a rather pleasant dream.
You climb onto the bed beside him before he decides it's time to move, and count the shallow, startled breath beneath your hand on his waist as a victory, settling close, stretched out along his back, burying your face against his neck, hair tickling your nose. Press a soft, sure kiss to the skin there, and delight in Barbatos' caramel-dark, pleased hum.
"Good evening," you say, and there's a smile in it.
He shifts closer still, as though your arm around him and your chest pressed to his back simply aren't enough, tangling your legs with his and covering your hand on his waist with his own. Cool fingers find themselves nestled between yours.
"Good evening," he agrees, and there's warmth in it.
You roll a bit to free your other arm from beneath your body and Barbatos obligingly lifts his head to let you replace the pillow with it for now. It won't last too long before your hand begins to fall asleep, but the weight of both of you is comfortable for now. Eventually, you'll have to move and go to bed properly.
Another kiss pressed to his skin, this one at the top of his spine. "Of course... I suppose it's technically morning."
Even through your sleeve, you can feel the amused twitch of his cheek. "For you, it can time of day you like."
Your heart warms, and you're glad Barbatos can't see the absolutely smitten look on your face. But your thumb finds his and rubs a light, gentle pattern along it that gives you away.
"I'm content with the time being now."
A light, warm chuckle that resonates into your chest, pressed so close. "Then it shall continue to be so."
Barbatos tilts his head, eyes glittering, and you meet him halfway for a kiss.
"My door is always open to you, and my time is yours."
y'all said you wanted fluff, so here it is! click here to find out who your obey me! soulmate is. all brothers + dateables (minus luke) are included in the results. rated pg-13 for language. also, i put a lot of thought into this + i would love to know if you guys think it's accurate or not! (i took it four times while testing it and got mammon every time, mutuals is this legit??) anyways please don't take it too seriously, i'm just a random b*tch with a laptop!! <3
i see simeon's soulmate as someone who is creative, sensitive, and kind. as a partner, simeon is caring, patient, and romantic. his primary love language is words of affirmation. your greatest relationship challenge will be establishing open communication. he has not had a serious relationship before and struggles to communicate his needs.
Brothers reaction to mc saying "I can hold the whole world in my hands" then and then proceeds to hold his cheeks into their hands.
the brothers' reactions to you calling them your whole world
includes: the brothers x/& gn!reader (they/them/theirs pronouns used)
wc: .6k | rated t | m.list
warnings: one wear word (satan), slightly suggestive tones (asmo)
a/n: this req is actually soo adorable!! the imigines are a little shorter than normal, but i hope they're still cute. thanks for requesting and my inbox is open to chat, req, or leave feedback, so come talk to me!!
reblog pls <333
➳ lucifer scoffs. “seriously, mc, that’s untrue. it’d be a little ridiculous if i were your whole world, not to mention unhealthy.” his cheeks are warm under your hands and the tips of his ears are red. he doesn’t pull away, though, and you count that as a win, slowly scraping your thumbs across his skin. he rarely lets you do this- rarely succumbs to the craving for affection he so clearly has, but when he does, you take full advantage, milking it for as long as you possibly can.
➳ mammon stares at you, wordless. you watch slowly as his cheeks flush under your hands, a little concerned. “can ya say that again?” he asks, almost whispering, and you repeat yourself, willing to say it as many times as he needs it. “i can hold the whole world in my hands. mammon, you’re my world.” after a few minutes, his bravado returns, allowing him to preen under your touch. “damn right you can,” he crows, brilliant smile peeking out from under his smirk. “because i’m your world, ya got that!”
➳ levi squeaks, closing his eyes. “this is like that one anime i watched!” he says, more to himself, tail lashing back and forth. “oh my god, mc said i’m their whole world!” his eyes open in record speed, and he looks at you, eyes flickering from your face and the wall behind you, suddenly worried. “were you kidding? please tell me you weren’t.” soothing him, you promise you weren’t, making him all flustered again. he smiles at you, adoration clear in his gaze and you’re sure you look just as dopey staring back at him.
➳ satan chuckles, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to your palm. “that’s cute, mc. and what a coincidence, too.” flipping your positions, his hands are suddenly on your cheeks. “i can hold my whole world in my hands as well.” now you’re the one flustered, goddammit. he chuckles once more, sliding his hands off of his cheeks and down to your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. from there, he drops a kiss on the top of your head, leaving you to reboot as he saunters off.
➳ asmo smiles, slow and intentionally, hands coming up to grip your wrists lightly, holding you there. “oh? can you?” he asks, sliding closer to you. “i’ll admit, i’ve been called a lot of things, but someone’s whole world? that’s a new one.” leaning in, you expect him to kiss you, but he bypasses your lips and goes right to your ear, breath fanning against it. “you already know what you mean to me,” he purrs, sending a shiver down your spine. “but i suppose it can’t hurt to remind you.”
➳ beel furrows his brows, confused. “what? but i’m not a world. i’m just beelzebub. mc, are you okay? did you it your head? do you need to go to the doctor?” laughing, you squish his cheeks in your hands. “no, silly, it was like a metaphor. it means that you’re my world, not a world.” beel is quiet for a moment. “oh! i see what you mean now. well, in that case, i guess i can hold the whole world -no, all of them- in my hands too!” he cups your cheeks, smiling at you sweetly, and you can’t help but grin back.
➳ belphie rolls his eyes, acting unaffected, but really, he wants to melt. you’re insinuating he’s your world! he knew he was important to you, but this important? you watch in amusement as he tries to push down the flattered and embarrassed feelings, and he definitely isn’t as successful as he thinks he is, as you can feel his cheeks heat up and see him swallowing his words down. it’s cute, and he’s cute, and when you tell him that, then he’s really unable to keep the blush off of his face.
It was one of those rare moments where Lucifer didn’t have to wake up and immediately rush away to do paperwork. You woke up after him of course, per usual, but this time, you found him lying right across from you.
“Good morning, darling,” he whispers, reaching a hand up to gently push a stray strand of hair that was dangling in your face behind your ear.
“Good morning to you too, handsome,” you greet with a warm smile, bringing your own hand up to his face and laying it along the side of his face. You look over his shoulder then to find it raining, an even bigger smile coming to your face. Lazy day confirmed.
You go to roll out of bed when he wraps his arms around you, keeping you on the bed and, most importantly, against his body. “Lucifer,” you start with a giggle.
“Stay here with me for a little longer,” he pleads softly, staring up at you with his ruby eyes. You almost cave in but your bladder gives you the reminder that waiting isn’t really an option.
“I need to pee. I know that you already did when you woke up,” you accuse, knowing you’re right when he grunts and looks away from you to press his face further into his pillow.
“Fine,” he grumbles and lets go of you, making you smile and kiss his cheek. After doing your business and brushing your teeth, you hurry back to the bed and slide under the covers. You press your cold feet against Lucifer’s legs, to his dismay, but he doesn’t stop you.
You both end up laying there in silence, simply studying each other as fingers ghost over exposed skin. After a pregnant moment of silence, Lucifer’s lips start twitching like he’s trying not to smile. He’s still working on being completely open with his emotions.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, shuffling to bring his face close enough to yours that you can feel his breath on your face. Looks like he brushed his teeth too, if the minty smell is anything to go by.
Instead of verbally replying, you connect your lips with his. You two share a sweet kiss before he pulls back enough just to mumble against your lips, “I love you.” He reconnects your lips then, your heart soaring in your chest at the three words he just whispered to you. You two continue kissing but Lucifer keeps pulling back just enough to whisper more praises to you only to connect your lips again before you can reply.
