Thinking about Asmodeus being excited about having found a matching costume idea that you had agreed to wear with him. How absolutely excited Asmodeus is as he straddles your lap to fix the horns he had made for your costume. Teasing Asmo about how he got the costume ideas from a human movie, and the way he absolutely adored the “sexy angel” idea. Humoring Asmo as he begs you to let him take some photos in your matching devil and angel costume. His coy smile as he sits in your lap, arms wrapped around your neck as he feigns an innocent look to try and sell the "angel" part for his picture.
male reader intended
Based on the type of dynamic/relationship Asmo and I think we would have, Asmo is wearing a full costume & mc is in like… casual black & red clothes with devil horns, and maybe a tail. I'd humor asmo with a tail, but not a full costume.
summary: Apparently pick up lines do not work on Asmodeus.
Or
You majorly fuck up with your choice of a pick up line.
a/n: part 6 of mc isn’t good at pick up lines
part one | part two | part three | part four | part five
“So,” Mammon’s spinning in circles on your desk chair, “it turns out you’re not really good at these pick up lines, yeah?” You look at him from your spot on the bed, hunched over one of your textbooks as you had an exam coming up within the next week.
“What do you mean?” You decide to humor him, knowing that Mammon will continue whether you pay him any attention or not; you just didn’t feel like listening to him whine. “Beel and Solomon liked mine.”
“Satan and Lucifer hated yours, and I don’t want to bring up how Belphie played ya at your own game.”
“You just brought it up anyway.” You grumble under your breath. You close your textbook and push it aside, turning to give Mammon your full attention; it would be fruitless to study now. “And it’s not like you’ve been exactly helpful with any of them. If you’re my partner in crime in this, you should have at least bailed me out of Lucifer’s and Satan’s lessons, or even sat through them with me.” Mammon pulls a face at this, his spinning coming to a halt.
“Sit through their lectures? I’m not a glutton for punishment, thank ya.”
“Really?” Your lips curve upwards as you rest your chin on the palm of your hand. “With the amount of stupid shit you do to get Lucifer’s attention, I’d think otherwise.” His face grows red at this and a laugh is threatening to leave you.
“We’re crossing lines here that can’t be uncrossed.” He says with narrowed eyes. He sits up in your chair straighter. “Because I am your partner in crime, I’ve been thinkin’ of people ya should try pick up lines on, people you’ll have high success rates with.” Your interest has suddenly peaked. “Honestly, I think your best bet, ya know, with how bad your skills are, would be Asmodeus.”
“Asmodeus?” You ask with a raised eyebrow. “And what do you mean by my bad skills? I told you they aren’t that awful!” It’s pointless to defend yourself and you know it. Mammon’s very selective with what he decides to respond to.
“Yeah, Asmodeus. He likes all attention, so it really shouldn’t be that hard to seduce him.” Again with the seducing, you find yourself sighing internally. “We just have to be careful with the line ya use on him, otherwise he might end up pouncin’ ya right then and there. I’m not sure that ya’d want that.” Would you want that? You’d need to think about it. “I don’t like that ya have to think about that.” His golden eyes are narrowing before he sighs and stands up. “Well, I have to actually go study or Lucifer will have my head on a stick. Have fun with Asmo.”
You were stupid for thinking Mammon would have actually helped you.
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You watch keenly as Asmodeus paints his nails, the demon over the moon that you’d rather hang out with him than study for your exams. “Hey, Asmo,” you find yourself playing with the material of his soft blanket, “do you like pick up lines?”
A wide smile spreads his lips as he looks up at you. “Pick up lines? Of course! Who wouldn’t love a good pick up line? Why? Do you have some prepared for me?” You feel a cold sweat break out over your skin when he puts his nail polish aside; you weren’t ready to have Asmodeus’ full attention on you. It’s an intimidating thing. “I’ve heard from Beel that you’ve been going around using pick up lines on some of my brothers. And you naughty minx, you even tried a few on Solomon! I have to admit, I was a bit jealous when I heard you were trying them out on everyone but me.” An adorable pout forms as his bottom lip juts out. “But now you’re asking me if I like pick up lines.” His excited smile turns into a much more mischievous one. “Could this mean that you possibly have one for me? Oh, I’m so excited I can hardly contain myself.” You feel your cheeks heat up from the way he says your name, and you find yourself glancing around his room briefly. Maybe you should have done this somewhere more… open. You doubt he’ll be willing to leave his room now that he has you cornered.
You lean back on your hands, in pretend thought. “I do, but I’m not sure if you’ll like it.” He quirks a brow at this.
“What wouldn’t be to like? Go on, don’t be shy. Try it on me!” His hands are resting on both sides of his chin as he eagerly stares at you. The palms of your hands are starting to sweat and you struggle to hold back a nervous sigh. You might as well just get it over with, if Mammon’s right then Asmodeus will be happy no matter what line you end up using anyway.
“On a scale of one to ten, you’re a nine and I’m the one you need.” You even top it off with a lame show of finger guns. However, you find yourself met with a blank stare. After a few seconds pass with Asmodeus saying nothing, you begin to panic. “Uh, Asmo? Are you alive in there?” You cautiously snap your fingers in front of his face. You immediately regret doing so, his expression changing from bored to annoyed. “Ah, wait, what--”
“Why am I a nine?”
You blink. “What?”
“You said I’m a nine. Why am I a nine and not a ten?” You feel your throat go dry as your head tries to figure out what’s wrong. “Were you this rude to my brothers? Solomon said yours were somewhat endearing, but I just find mine plain insulting.” Shit, he’s definitely not happy, you think to yourself in a panic.
This one specific request I have is making me feral and this is inspired by it but-
imagine being in a poly relationship with Solomon and Asmodeus, and the three of you are hanging out, and Asmodeus insists the three of you do face masks together. You're sitting against Solomon’s chest while Asmodeus applies your face mask. And Solomon’s arms are wrapped around you, holding you close, one of his hands is rubbing your knuckles while he admires Asmo. Asmodeus is being gentle with the face mask, softly humming some song that vaguely sounds familiar and a faint smile dances across his lips.
Just imagine the cuddles with those two boys. Asmodeus would almost always have his head in the perfect position for you to play with his hair. And Solomon always pulls you against himself, and he softly caresses the two of you. Asmo likes to bask in the affection, while Solomon likes to give it. But the cuddles are almost never quiet, Solomon is either making some joke, or Asmodeus is lecturing Solomon for "spending too much time on his experiments." Sometimes they just lay there, giving you praise and telling the other how much love they have for the two of you.
They're a weird combination but they work so perfectly together.
With a small scowl, Asmodeus shifted his gaze over the large LCD display in front of him, his head craned back only slightly to take in the information it had up. No, those levels aren't right, there's something wrong with the system, he thought with narrowed hues. Lifting a hand to clutch his chin and crossing his other arm over his chest, he glared intently at one particular section.
I don't understand, it's never done this before... With furrowed brows, he stepped closer to the control panel and lowered his hand onto the keypad, swiftly keying in a few codes only pausing to glance back up at the screen once or twice to gauge the changes. However, the only change that popped up was an alert he did not wish to see, irritation growing in his otherwise languid expression as the alert blared through the control room:
"Tch!" Quickly pressing the escape button, Asmodeus managed to quiet the machine, but now he knew for certain-- someone or something had been messing with his ship, and he was not pleased. His biggest question was how could it have gotten in...? He didn't sleep that deeply and the alarm system should have been up and running...
His eyes narrowing as he crossed his arms, his robes trailed behind him as he paced around his control room. These creatures-- so baffling! he didn't understand them, not a single one! And it was frustrating-- oh so infuriating! But why-- why was he even letting this get to him? He didn't understand and his lack of knowledge only frustrated and angered him further.
Asmodeus couldn't think of a single thing to solve this dilemma, however. Not one that didn't cause his skin to crawl and his insides clench at the thought. No, he did not want to deal with them. No, he did not want to understand them-- the weaklings! Why should he strive to understand that which he could crush so easily? Ohh, but no-- he had made that mistake before... underestimating the inferior beings. He had been defeated once, had he not?
His pacing quickened as his stormy dark blue eyes flashed as the gears inside his skull whirred with activity. No way around it, he needed to understand them.
Eyeing the dash, he quirked a brow. He found it somehow... intriguing to watch these humanoids... though his interest also irritated him. He had better things he could be doing than watching the others go about their petty little business. All the power he could be gaining, all the things he could be taking-- but no... he simply didn't feel like doing anything at that moment.
'Why am I letting myself waste away? It is as if... I've nothing, no motivation, to do as I was placed here to do-- not since... not since I suddenly found myself back on this plane.'
To be fair, it was a strange occurrence-- he had been defeated (by a group of inferior humanoids, no less!), after all. But, no. Here he was. He could have been using this as an opportunity to rise to power once more... but he wasn't.
Oh, sure... he had made plans, played around with various creatures-- bred up a number of specimen... but it wasn't the same. There was a missing element, something he lacked...
