Seeing how quickly Mammon took to you, he started showing affection around day three of knowing you, after forming your pact. At first you thought he was sniffing your hair, and maybe you needed new conditioner, but then you felt the graze of teeth on the lobe of your ear and a gentle bite.
You don’t react, save for a mild blush, and Mammon’s makes an oddly bird-like chiro, before pulling away from you.
“What was that?”
“What was what?”
“You bit me,” you acusse. It’s not like you’re mad, but knowing why might be nice.
“Stupid human, you’re imagining things,” and if you didn’t believe him from the tone of his voice the aggressive sunburnt red that eclipses his whole face shows he doesn’t mean it.
Satan headbutts.
It took a while for Satan to be affectionate with you, maybe shortly after the Lucifer slash London incident was when he first rammed his (thankfully horn-less) head into your arm. You thought he just bumped into you, maybe he stumbled and to spare him embarrassment, you didn’t mention it.
But then it happened again, this time he made eye contact with you before shoving his scalp into your chest. You melted.
Satan’s so sweet to you, for real for real.
Lucifer purrs.
Now don’t ask him or accuse him of purring because he will deny it, vehemently.
((The Avatar of Pride does not purr, don’t be ridiculous, MC. (Lying through his teeth.))
You only had the opportunity to hear it once in your first year at RAD, the night before you left, he had let you hold his head in your lap and bask in the warmth of your stomach and thighs in between the other activities you did that night.
Lucifer’s eyes has lidded and he gaze up at you with near heart shaped pupils, eyes nearly completely red, and a low rumble began in his chest.
At first you had thought he was growling and you did something wrong, but when you had stiffened up for a brief instance, Lucifer had snuggled his face deeper into your skin.
Asmodeus rattles.
You can’t see where it’s coming from, but it sounds like a baby rattle or the rattle of a snake.
“MC!” [aggressive rattling]
It was really confusing the first couple times and you had to eventually ask if there was a bug somewhere. Asmo, naturally, got offended, but as soon as you told him it was okay and you were just curious, he tells you it means he’s happy.
Cutie Patootie!!
Belphegor licks.
Belphie doesn’t give short little kitten licks, he gives long, drawn out licks across whatever he can access easiest (usually your neck or chest). His tongue is rough and tends to feel a bit scratchy against your skin and sometimes catches on your clothes.
The first time it happened was shortly after the attic incident, and you had thought you were alone in your bed and nearly had a heart attack when a lazy, oddly thick tongue went over your exposed forearm.
You, as one does when startled, screamed.
Belphie leans upward with a grumble, eyes alert though. “What’re you screamin’ about, MC?”
Beelzebub bites and buzzes.
He tries to keep it to just licks, he knows his teeth are sharp :( and he’d hate to hurt you by accident. But after you get your pact and harming you becomes much more unbearable, he will play-bite much more often.
AND he buzzes (like a fly, teehee) when he is especially content.
Leviathan purrs(?).
It’s probably some deep sea monster echolocation thing, but the closest you can describe it as is a purr.
Now getting him to purr is harder than getting Lucifer to purr, he gets up in his own head a lot, so usually when he’s sleepy he purrs (maybe it’s a trill?) into your side.
Bonus for Memphis, TN. (Mephisto)
Since we have not seen his demon form (thx solmare), I have to use what I know of my babygirl to guess what he is like.
I think he probably taps MC with his cane, like a poke or something idk it’s cute give me more mephisto content pls.
Summary: No human has ever avoided Asmodeus's charm. Except for you.
Pairing: Asmodeus x GN Reader/MC
Genre: Drama, angst, a bit of fluff.
Warnings: None in this chapter.
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Author’s Note: Did you miss me? I’ve been sitting on this chapter an embarrassingly long time. So long, in fact, that Obey Me Nightbringer ended (I cried my eyes out that night) and Obey Me Til Death Do Us Part was announced. I can’t wait for what the future of Obey Me holds! If you’re still here after all this time, thank you from the bottom of my heart. I really appreciate the support I’ve gotten since I began posting and I cherish the friends I’ve made along the way. I have a few other fics cooking in this disorganized brain of mine, but as promised, Charmed will come first. I’ve been saying this forever but we’re really close to the end!
***
Asmo handed you off to Beel just before the song ended, without one backward glance. He swiped two flutes of demonus from a server’s tray and sauntered over to a corner of the room where Lisette was directing her Devil Style photographer to take pictures of the crowd. Usually it would be Mephistopheles or another equally insufferable member of the newspaper club who would be in charge of immortalizing school events. Curious.
“My dear friend,” said Asmo, sidling up to Lisette, slinging an arm around her shoulders. “Care to tell me why RAD’s darling exchange student is wearing an unreleased design? My unreleased design?”
Lisette turned his way, her lips curved in a coy smile.
Asmo handed her the glass. As a human, demonus had no effect on her, but she’d grown to enjoy the taste in more than a century living in the Devildom.
“They needed formal wear, I let them borrow it.” she said simply.
“I understand that, but why–”
“Why yours?” Lisette brought the glass up to her lips, “They chose it.”
Asmo’s heart nearly stopped, “They did?”
She nodded. “You know that your design is debuting alongside Lamia’s and Xaphan’s.”
“Yes,”
Xaphan and Lamia were both established designers; they'd been designing clothing in the Devildom for millennia, longer than Lisette had been alive, and longer than Asmo had been called the Avatar of Lust. It was an honor for a virtually unestablished designer like Asmo to have his name listed with the likes of them, even if he was a member of Lord Diavolo’s closest council.
Lisette continued, “I wanted to get another human's opinion since Lord Diavolo has graciously allowed us to expand our business to the Human World through his Three-Legged Crow Group, beginning next year. I presented your design, along with the other two, and MC chose yours.” She took a sip, savoring the flavor, Diavolo had spared no expense for the first school dance of the year.
Asmo had tried on each of their outfits: Xaphan’s in elegant black like the depths of the Underworld and Lamia’s in striking blood red. Both were luxurious and extravagant, on trend but classic at the same time. Asmo would love to wear their designs to a dance or to a club, and once the collection finally debuted maybe he would.
But of the three designs, you had chosen his.
“It looks breathtaking on them, doesn’t it?” With a flick of her wrist, Lisette directed the photographer to snap a picture, the flash lighting in Asmo’s peripheral vision.
“Of course it looks good on them,” said Asmo, “It’s my design, after all.” He twirled the stem of his glass, irritably.
“Mhmm…” She took another delicate sip, her finishing school training evident even after all these years. “And if they give their consent, the whole Devildom will have a chance to see them in your beautiful design. At least, those who subscribe to Devil Style.”
Asmo followed the camera’s lens that was pointed directly at you, the flash bulb lit up again. “Why?”
“They are poised to become a bright star for all of the realms.” Lisette looked out past the dancers as you laughed along with something Mammon had said, all three of your pact-bound demons around you like handsome suitors. “I’m not one to pass up an opportunity when it arises.” Another camera flash, “And you might want to take the initiative too, while your path is clear. It may not be for much longer.”
He narrowed his eyes, “Something you read in your cards, or insider knowledge?”
“Just a feeling.”
Asmo paused, staring at her face, studying it for any trace of a lie. Lisette’s “feelings” were rarely wrong.
More flashes blinked in Asmo’s eyes, the shutter of the camera immortalizing your lovely human smile. So relaxed and natural. You fit in with the demons and his fallen angel brothers well.
His stomach twisted in knots.
Lisette placed her empty glass on a server’s tray, scoping out a new spot to shoot photos as the photographer began to pack up his equipment to move.
“The outfit you gave them,” Asmo said finally, his heart rate slowly returning to its normal tempo. “It was mine, right? The original?”
“How very perceptive, my dear.” She simpered.
“I know you’ve got stock ready for the racks. There was no reason to resize mine when you could’ve tailored a new one for them.”
“Now what would be the fun in that?”
***
The dance ended promptly at midnight, to the chagrin of many of the more wild partiers who hoped it would last well into the morning like the old days. But the retreat was ongoing and Diavolo wished to keep to the planned schedule and avoid exhausting his two human exchange students further. When the final guest left the castle, Barbatos bid you and the rest of RAD’s student council goodnight, and he and an army of Little D’s got to work cleaning the ballroom.
After that, everyone went to their rooms to get ready for bed.
Your garment, while complicated to put on, was surprisingly simple to take off, which you did carefully and methodically behind the modesty screen.
Asmo sat on his bed, still in his demon form, mindlessly scrolling Devilgram but not absorbing much of anything. Like he was waiting for you to ask for assistance.
Just to make sure all of the pieces were hung up correctly, of course. Asmo was planning on wearing his creation again, once Lisette returned it to its original size.
Yes, that was why he was idly waiting for you to ask for his help. No other reason.
He laid back on the comforter with a sigh. You were competent enough to put clothing back on a hanger, you wouldn't need any help.
When you were finished getting changed, you zipped up the garment bag and hung it on the modesty screen.
“Is Simeon still in the shower?” You asked.
“Hmm?” Said Asmo. “Oh, yes, I think so.” He sat up, placing his hands in his lap.
After a few awkward moments of silence broken only by the muffled sound of the shower in the adjoining bathroom and the ticking of an old analog alarm clock on a bedside table, with you standing there in your adorable pajamas and Asmo looking everywhere but in your direction, you sighed and looked at your D.D.D.
Whatever you saw seemed to please you, as you excitedly typed out a response.
“Well I’ll be going then,” You slipped on a pair of house slippers Barbatos had provided.
Going? Going to-
Asmo shot to his feet. “MC-”
“Don't worry,” You smiled. “I’m getting that picture for you, Asmo.” And you shut the door behind you.
***
“I’ll be back in a bit,” Mammon called over his shoulder, “Just goin’ to uh… take a smoke break!”
You raised an eyebrow, “I didn't know you smoked.”
Mammon shushed you and prodded you back into the hall, hoping Solomon and Satan hadn't heard you.
After leaving your room, you’d gone to collect your party members, dodging Little D’s who were in the middle of their various cleaning tasks or assigned to patrol certain hallways. Mammon’s room was the last for you to visit.
“I do sometimes,” Mammon’s cheeks flushed, “When someone offers me somethin’ at the casino or a party or whatever.”
“Think they’re going to believe your cover, then?”
Mammon waved away your doubts, “Bet they won’t even notice I'm gone, they're goin’ on and on about the history of this place. Nerd stuff.”
“Shh!” Levi hissed as a Little D came hovering down the hall, a pile of used linens in their arms.
You and the others ducked into the shadows, flattening against the wall as the small demon passed by. Beel watched as they turned a corner.
“Coast is clear,” he said.
The residential floors of the Demon Lord’s Castle were even more difficult to navigate than the other levels. The many winding corridors were meant to keep the royal family safe from intruders. Thankfully the brothers had once lived in the castle and they knew where to find the room Lord Diavolo and Lucifer were staying in.
Silently, you and your group crept down the halls until you came to a heavy door of dark, glossy ebony at the end of a tastefully decorated hallway of guest rooms meant for nobles visiting the castle.
"We've made it to the door to his room." whispered Levi as he closed his hand around the doorknob, “All right, MC. Let's do this.”
“Ready when you are,” you said.
This was it. You were going to get the picture and secure your pact with Asmo.
“Commencing break-in.” Levi turned the knob and you pushed the wood of the door.
You stepped forward into the darkness, and once everyone was through, Mammon, who brought up the rear, quickly and quietly shut the door.
“I can't see anythin'!” he said, bumping into you.
It was pitch black in the room. It was also very quiet.
That was so strange.
You had expected to at least hear some breathing, or even the sound of trees rustling outside the window, but it was totally silent. You wondered if this was some sort of anteroom closed off from the bedroom Lucifer and Diavolo would be sleeping in.
Deciding to chance it, you took another step forward, reaching out your hands to feel for the wall or another door.
A heavy hand dropped onto your shoulder, stopping you from moving ahead.
“Let's wait for our eyes to adjust.” Beel whispered.
You could hear the brothers shuffling around you, but not much of anything else. Levi reached back for your hand at the same time that Mammon grabbed your arm.
You didn't mind, their touch was grounding in this oppressive darkness.
“I don't think Lucifer is here,” you said, “Maybe we got the room wrong.”
“There’s no way, I saw Barbatos bringing Lucifer and Diavolo their evening tea to this exact room.” said Levi.
Growlrrrr…
Beel’s grip on your shoulder tightened at the sound, “Don’t make weird noises, Mammon.”
“Huh? You are the one makin' the weird noises, Beel.”
Grrrrr...
***
You were with his brothers, that should have been enough to comfort him. Mammon and Levi were powerful demons, and Beel, while his demonic powers were not quite as strong as Asmo’s, he was physically very strong…
But none of them were a match for Lucifer at his angriest.
Lord Diavolo had stopped Lucifer from destroying you once before, and from what Asmo had heard, the stakes had been much higher then. But that didn't mean Lucifer wouldn't punish you within an inch of your life for wounding his Pride.
Asmo should never have sent you after that photo.
“Asmo, it seems like there’s something bothering you, would you like to talk about it?” asked Simeon as he looked up from the copy of Dante’s Inferno that he’d borrowed from a nearby shelf.
Asmo continued pacing, refusing to meet his gaze. “No,”
Simeon marked his place in the book and set it aside, his warm and all too insightful blue eyes following Asmo’s path across the stone floor. “Is it something personal? Should I go get Lucifer?”
“No!” Asmo shrieked.
Simeon raised an eyebrow but waited patiently for an explanation.
“No,” Asmo repeated, much calmer this time. “I’ll be fine, I’m… I’m still a little bit wound up from the dance. It’s um… a demon thing.” To prove that everything was ok, he perched on the edge of his bed with his hands in his lap, pasting on a smile.
“I see,” Simeon got up and went to the door after a moment.
“W-what are you doing?”
Asmo watched as Simeon traced the sigil on the panel next to the door. It began to sparkle with emerald green magic, waiting for a request. “Will you please bring up a pot of hot chocolate and some whipped cream?” The emerald shimmer faded as the message was received. It would reach Barbatos’ ears like a direct intercom and then he could complete the task himself or delegate to a lower level servant, the latter being most likely. It was simple magic, but it was rarely employed beyond the households of the highest level nobles or the best hotels in the Devildom.
Simeon returned to sitting on his bed, “Nothing like a warm drink to calm a troubled heart,” he said before adding, “Oh dear, I forgot to ask you if you still love sweets. I hope it’s not any-”
“Who said anything about a troubled heart?” Asmo tried his best to recline casually on his bed, his muscles practically creaking with the tension he was holding. If you and everyone made it out of the Demon Lord’s Castle alive and well, he swore he was going to book himself a solid month vacation at the Fourth Layer’s most exclusive health spa. Stress wasn’t sexy, all it did was make Asmo’s skin and hair dull.
”Asmo,” Simeon said kindly, “Your moods have always been…” he searched for the right word, “Turbulent.”
Asmo scowled, that wasn’t the most flattering way to call him sensitive and empathetic. Oh well, not everyone had been blessed with eloquence and tact on top of a pretty face. Poor Simeon.
yooooooo. i request of thee: asmodeus coercing reader to skip class so they can nap together. they need their beauty rest.
asmodeus x reader
Another paper ball hit the back of your head. You turned around to glare and only grew madder at the sight of Asmodeus just cheerily waving at you.
You finally gave in and opened the paper ball, rolling your eyes at the message it held.
Skip?
Two boxes were underneath it, waiting to be check marked. Both said “yes.”
You rolled your eyes and slowly stood up, trying to avoid notice of whoever the hell they got to teach this demonic fashion class.
Asmodeus squealed, effectively ending your efforts.
He dragged you out of class, ignoring the shouts and threats, and practically skipped all the way back to the House of Lamentation.
You had been expecting him to bring you to the outlets so he could bat his lashes at you and beg for you to pay, so you were surprised when he slammed open his bedroom door and collapsed on his bed.
“Have you seen the bags under my eyes?” he cried out suddenly, sitting up so abruptly you flinched. He snagged your wrist and pulled you down beside him.
“Um.” You stared at his perfectly flawlessly skin.
“I know,” he groaned, rubbing one of his cheeks in embarrassment. “It’s SO bad. It must be because I can’t sleep unless I’m with you.”
You rolled your eyes at his exaggeration but still allowed him to paw at you to lay down with him.
You went down with a huff, pretending to not absolutely love how he snuggled up to you and sprawled his limbs all over you.
Somehow he had already gotten an eye mask to sleep on his face.
You two would be able to sleep peacefully until word got out to Lucifer that you and Asmo ditched just for a cat nap.
✦ ⊹ ˚˖ warnings... nsfw! minors, ageless blogs and fem aligned do not interact, gn!reader, fem!asmodeus, cunnilingus
:¨·.·¨ ♥︎ a.n... pure self indulgence. that's it. that's the post.
can't stop thinking about eating out fem!asmo. her soft thighs, her wet cunt and her sharp gaze. her siren like eyes that you can't seem to pull yourself away from, even as you edge closer to where she wants you most.
it's almost like her gaze is taunting you, her eyes following your every movement like a lion watching her prey. the electricity in the room is damn near static with how much tension is between the two of you.
while keeping your eyes locked on hers, your lips slowly trailed down her left thigh, occasionally leaving behind a hickey. her eyes curved into a playful smile as breathless giggles spilled past her lips, it made you feel as though she found your possessiveness entertaining. it felt pathetic yet simultaneously sent a shiver down your spine.
when you finally reach your destination, her hands shift from the grip they have on her sheets to her thighs, spreading them open even wider despite there no need for it. you swallowed dryly and powerlessly watched her calculated movements with desperate eyes.
everything she does has you mesmerised and she knows. she's toying with you like a puppet on a string and the only thing you can do is play along, not that you mind. you gave her an experimental lick, taking note of the way her eyebrow furrowed ever so slightly.
your mouth envelopes her warm cunt and your tongue darts out to collect her dripping arousal, the sweet taste is so addicting you just can't stop yourself. it's only then that asmodeus lets out a high pitched, needy keen.
her eyes squeeze shut and she lets her head fall back onto her pillows, her hair spraying around her much like a halo. it's impossible to take your eyes off of her, not that you'd want to anyway.
when she's close, her legs wrap around your neck, bringing you impossibly closer to her core. her hand in your hair tightens its grip while she continues to grind on your face, hips stuttering and jerking uncontrollably the closer she gets to her orgasm. there's fluid dripping down your chin and it's so incredibly messy and sticky but you can't help but love every bit of it.
knowing she's this turned on and cumming from your tongue and fingers alone has blood rushing down to your crotch. only after her hands push away your head do you detatch yourself from her cunt.
you keep your eyes on hers, your tongue lolled out with a string of saliva and arousal connected to her cunt. you can only imagine how desperate and pathetic you look but you know that's what she likes, what she feeds off of.
You’re standing in the dining room, trying to decide if you want any more food, when there’s suddenly a hand on the small of your back. You flinch and swivel around, only to find Asmodeus smiling at you. The Avatar of Lust greets you and the two of you quickly fall into conversation.
“I was hoping I could test out those products I was telling you about...?” Asmodeus eventually asks, once the conversation had begun to fade. You sigh, remembering your talk with him from a few days prior. Asmodeus had been complaining about not having anyone to put cosmetic products on and you foolishly offered your assistance. You didn’t think he’d actually take you up on it. Ah, well. You did promise him, after all...
“Alright,” you agree. Asmodeus claps his hands together and shepherds you off towards his room. In the blink of an eye, you’re seated in front of his rather large mirror and makeup collection. There’s a devilish gleam in the demon’s eyes. You begin to regret agreeing to this, especially once you see all the medieval-looking devices strewn about.
“What’s that?” you can’t help but ask, as you stare at a long object with strange bristles on it. It’s almost reminiscent of a makeup brush, but it looks far too sharp and dangerous.
“A makeup brush,” Asmodeus replies in amusement, confirming your suspicions. You frown and continue to look around the space, pointing out random objects that you want to know the identities of. Eventually, you come across a flat metal piece that has a power cord extending from it. It looks out of place amidst the rest of the supplies and materials.
“And what’s that?” you decide to ask, pointing at the metal piece. Asmodeus follows your hand and he looks askance. The Avatar of Lust almost looks ashamed. Your heart rate begins to pick up. Why does Asmodeus look guilty?
“A portable grill for cooking humans,” the demon responds, suddenly entirely unable to meet your eyes. Your heart is hammering in your ears now. A grill for cooking humans?! Surely that can’t be what it is. There’s nothing but calm composure on Asmodeus’s face, however.
“Is it really?” you grimace, thoroughly rattled. You look to Asmodeus in the mirror. He takes a deep breath and you mentally prepare yourself for the justification and excuses.
“Of course not,” Asmodeus laughs, his troubled demeanor shattering in an instant. You’re immediately hit with a wave of relief. “You should’ve seen the look on your face!”
“Very funny,” you frown.
“Darling, don’t frown too much—you’ll get wrinkles on that beautiful skin,” he chastises you. “Now, let’s see... I triple-checked to make sure these are all human-friendly, so you should be good to go!” There’s an apprehensive expression on the demon’s face and you shake your head at him.
“Go crazy, Asmo,” you say with a casual wave of your hand. The Avatar of Lust’s face lights up. He tilts his head, as if to question your sincerity. “It’s fine. Do whatever you want.” There’s a devilish grin on his face now. You roll your eyes fondly.
It’s nice to have time like this, you begin to realize. You feel as if you rarely get to spend time with Asmodeus on his own. The two of you talk about everything from your adjustment to the Devildom to Asmodeus’s rather amusing stories of his brothers. It’s nice to have someone to vent to about how annoying Lucifer’s tasks are, or how weird demon food tastes. You do a hell of a lot of venting but, thankfully, Asmodeus doesn’t seem annoyed by it. In fact, he’s a great listener.
Still, you begin to feel a bit self conscious about how much you’re talking about yourself. “Anyway. What’s on your mind?” Asmodeus frowns as he’s lining something under your eyes. He’s quiet for a moment as he continues, until he’s finished with the makeup. The Avatar of Lust takes a step back and evidently contemplates the question.
“I’m starting to think that people just pretend to like me because I’m decently attractive.” Holy shit, that came out of nowhere. You blink once, twice. It takes you a moment to process that statement, to determine if you actually heard it or if you just imagined it. There’s so much wrong with that claim... Not to mention, decently attractive is the biggest understatement you’ve ever heard.
“Are you alright?” You bite your lip at him and look at him in the mirror. Asmodeus smiles as he continues to busy himself with gathering supplies. The smile looks forced, almost painful. “You always seem so confident, but...”
“For most people, confidence is a front, a mask,” Asmodeus remarks lightly. The statement is vague enough, but there’s a hint of an uncharacteristic emotion in the demon’s expression. You take a slow breath in and try to decide what to say next.
“Is it a mask for you, too?” Asmodeus doesn’t say anything. You sigh. “That’s sad,” you whisper. You think back to all the times Asmodeus displayed boundless energy and limitless happiness, even in moments of stress and strife. You had thought him to be unaffected by things. It seems you were wrong.
“I didn’t realize it was that sad,” Asmodeus answers, blinking at you. You immediately feel guilty for saying so. You’re about to apologize when he interrupts you. “I’m just joking, darling.” His smile looks a bit more relaxed, but his shoulders are still tight with tension.
“I’m just surprised,” you admit. Asmodeus raises his eyebrows and gestures for you to continue speaking. You’re not even sure of what he’s doing to your face anymore. He tilts your chin up and you look up to the ceiling, trying to remember what you wanted to say. “You always seem like you have it all together.”
“Ha, well,” Asmodeus breaks off, momentarily pausing in the makeup application to glance at your face. You blink at him and he shakes his head, putting the item in his hand back on the counter. “Good to know I’m a skilled actor.”
That breaks your heart right in two. The thought of Asmodeus putting on a happy, confident face even when he’s suffering makes you want to cry. There’s a sudden burning feeling in your throat. Before you can quite recognize what you’re doing, you’re getting up from your chair. You turn around and throw your arms around the demon in a fit of spontaneity. Asmodeus stiffens and freezes, clearly not expecting the gesture.
“I think you’re pretty great,” you murmur, closing your eyes and hoping the demon’s unmoving stature speaks to his surprise, not fear. Asmodeus inhales sharply in a hitching breath that hits your neck. He lunges forward and wraps his arms around you. His grip is tight but reassuring. You tug him a little closer and the demon presses his face into your shoulder.
“Thank you,” Asmodeus whispers into the crook of your shoulder. His hands are shaking as they grasp the back of your shirt. It’s as if he’s afraid of letting you go, afraid of letting you slip away from him. You put a hand to the nape of his neck in what you hope to be a reassuring gesture.
For a long while, the two of you stay like that—embracing each other tightly. After an immeasurable amount of time, Asmodeus breaks away from you. You release your grip and let him take a small step backwards. Upon closer examination, it seems he was crying. There are tear stains on his cheeks and his lips are quivering.
“I’m sorry you have to see me like this,” Asmodeus murmurs, glancing askance. You shake your head at him immediately, wanting to disprove the assumption. Ironically, he looks just as pretty with glassy eyes and tear-stained cheeks as he does any time else. You have to take a moment to refocus.
“I’m not sorry,” you murmur, scratching at your arm for a moment before looking up at him once more. “We all just need to let it out, sometimes. It’s not healthy to keep everything bottled up.”
“I suppose,” Asmodeus remarks. The Avatar of Lust is clearly not convinced. You want to argue with him, but you know that Asmodeus can be extremely stubborn and headstrong on occasion. The demon looks rather uncomfortable now. “Shall we?” Asmodeus asks, gesturing back to the makeup booth. You want to ask him more questions, but he evidently wants to change the subject. You nod in response and let him lead you back to sit, rolling your eyes when he gently takes your hand as if you're a royal.
“I didn’t mess it up, did I?” you ask, looking at your face in the mirror. You hope you didn’t ruin all the work Asmodeus did.
“What a silly question,” Asmodeus shakes his head at you. “You didn’t mess anything up.” That second statement feels more weighty and all-encompassing. It feels as if he’s reassuring you for your actions earlier—for throwing your arms around him when the words wouldn’t come out right.
After a while, it seems Asmodeus is finished, as he clasp his hands together and grins widely. You try to take a look at yourself in the mirror, but he is quick to block your view with his hands.
“Can I look now?” you ask nicely, refusing to admit that the anticipation is starting to get to you. You try to push Asmodeus’s hands away, but he doesn’t budge. He lets out a chuckle at your effort.
“Hm... nope,” the demon responds. You can’t see the expression on his face, but you can assume he’s smiling mischievously. “What’s the magic word?” Sure enough, his next words are spoken with amusement.
“Please?” you ask uncertainly.
“That wasn’t it,” the demon sighs. “But I’m nothing if not charitable.” Asmodeus dramatically removes his hands from where they’re hovering over your face. You look at yourself in the mirror, surprised to find that you look almost exactly the same. You squint at your reflection and lean a little closer.
“Um, I can’t really see it...” you admit with a grimace, waiting for Asmodeus to berate you for not knowing the difference. The demon blinks at you a few times, confused. Maybe your human eyes aren’t able to see it?
“You thought it was makeup,” Asmodeus states aloud, before you can begin to ask something else. The demon shakes his head in disbelief. “Oh, sweetheart, you don’t need makeup! Although, I am a sucker for a good winged eyeliner.... I just used some skincare products. We can save makeup for another time.” The demon’s eyes light up with excitement at that last statement.
“Oh,” you respond, bringing a hand up to your cheek. Sure enough, the skin is surprisingly soft. You look in the mirror once more, only to realize that any blemishes are entirely gone. Your skin looks incredibly smooth. “Thanks, Asmo.” You smile at him.
“Of course!” Asmodeus is quick to respond. He looks pleased with himself, as he looks at your reflection in the mirror. His gaze feels particularly intense and heated, and you avert your eyes with the sudden pressure of it. “This was terribly fun; we should do it again some time.”
“Definitely,” you nod in agreement. Of course, your DDD chooses to ping at that very moment. You pull it out of your pocket and open it up, only to find a message from Lucifer. You read through it, realizing that he’s requesting your presence. You glance up at Asmodeus, only to find that he’s smiling softly at you.
“Duty calls, hm?” he asks. You nod regretfully. Asmodeus’s smile flickers for a fraction of a second. You think you see disappointment etched into his features but, the moment you recognize it, the expression is gone. Asmodeus smiles once more. “I wish I could keep you here forever, but alas, you have things to do—and I do, too!”
“Thanks again, Asmo,” you say as he leads you through his room and to the door. The demon has a hand on your shoulder and his grip is reassuring. “This was really fun.” Asmodeus squeezes your shoulder.
Asmodeus’s room is rather big and it takes you a moment to get your bearings. After a few moments, you find the ornate wooden door that evidently leads to the hallway. You walk along towards the exit. Asmodeus beats you to the door and he opens it for you, to which you roll your eyes at him affectionately. You walk past him and take a step into the hallway. Just as you’re about to turn to walk away, his voice reaches your ears.
“Wait,” Asmodeus suddenly says. You freeze and turn back around to face the demon. The Avatar of Lust looks uncharacteristically nervous, as he fidgets from his position in the doorway. You frown at him, confused as to where this sudden anxiety is coming from. Asmodeus takes a step forward and then another, until you’re practically standing chest to chest. “A kiss for the road!”
“What—?” you stammer. The demon’s hands come up to bracket your cheeks. Asmodeus kisses you, quick as lightning, before backing away with a sheepish grin on his face. He sends you a cheeky wave and shuts the door.
You’re left staring at his closed bedroom door in disbelief. Your lips are tingling and you can still feel the phantom of his touch on your skin. Your mind is reeling as you replay the entire interaction you had with him- the brutal honesty and the devastating confessions. Shaking your head, you begin to walk down the hallway. Asmodeus is somewhat of an enigma, but today helped you to understand him a bit better.
author’s note: oohohohoohhhh this broke me to write. just thinking about all the unexplored potential with asmodeus’s character.... how he’s always depicted as this cocky playboy but in reality he's insecure and unsure of himself.... sigh...... listening to my sad playlist while writing this was absolutely the wrong decision...
“I think you’re pretty great,” is actually a Steven Universe reference. Steven says the exact same thing to Pearl, after her emotional breakdown regarding Rose’s death and her own self worth.
I genuinely can’t remember if Asmo canonically likes makeup or if that’s just something I made up... Lol. Whatever. I think it fits him pretty well.
Obey Me! Brothers x GN!Plus size reader headcanons (pt 2)
Here’s part 2! Gosh this took forever, but here it is! NSFW and SFW headcanons for Satan, Asmo, Beel and Belphie.
Satan
SFW
He doesn’t like you at first
But it’s not your fault at all
He just doesn’t like new people, especially not in his house
But after what feels like forever, he finally warms up to you and is head over heels
He loves everything about you
From the way your body jiggles when you walk to the way your face lights up when you smile at him
He’s crazy for you
After the two of you are dating, he’s not afraid to show it at all
He’ll lay on you when he’s reading, and when you’re reading he lets you do the same
If you don’t like to read, he doesn’t care
He’d love to have your soft cheeks on his thighs while he reads aloud
NSFW
He likes it when you let him squeeze you
He just likes to have you in his hands
And seeing the look on your face if he squeezes a little too hard makes him get all hot and bothered
He’d one hundred percent love to tie you up and just watch you squirm
The way the rope would dig into your soft flesh
The way you would wiggle and plead for him to touch you
He hates how much he would love to see you cry
Asmodeus
SFW
From the moment he met you he thought you were so pretty and handsome and gorgeous and amazing
He loves your taste in fashion
The two of you became friends instantly, and for the first few weeks it was just that
But then he started to think about how amazing you really were
How nice and soft your thighs were, how sweet your personality was, how much you cared about him
He felt so good around you
And after what felt like forever, he properly confessed
Even if he’s the avatar of lust, falling in love was still so hard for him to think about
But once he does confess, he never regrets it
He showers you in gifts and compliments and kisses constantly
He buys you two matching outfits and can always be seen with you
NSFW
But being the avatar of lust, there's lots of fun in your relationship
If you ever think you’re not good enough for someone like him, or think that he doesn’t find you insanely sexy, he’ll prove you wrong
He’d be so vocal about how great you look during sex
And about how much he loves you and only you
He’d try any and everything with you
He’d love slapping your ass in public, or whispering something dirty and then walking away
Anything to see you get all worked up
Beelzebub
SFW
Love at first sight much?
He immediately goes to Asmo for advice
Like, the night of you two meeting he calls up Asmo
Asmo tells him to man up and ask you out, which he does
Poor sweet big boy is a mess when he goes to ask you out
He’s so happy when you say yes though
He makes sure you know how much he loves you, everytime he greets you he gives you a kiss, and everytime he leaves you he gives you a bear hug and whispers how much he loves you
Though he has to be dragged away from you afterwards
You’ve gone to the gym with him a few times too, whether it was just to cheer him on or workout with him, he loves having you there with him
He loves everything about you, you’re soft tummy, your chubby legs and arms, and your adorable squishy face, he loves it all
NSFW
He insists on you being on top so he doesn’t crush you, he still sees you as a small, delicate angel
He doesn’t want to hurt you, plus seeing you bounce on him and struggle to take him all is totally worth it
You can’t hide your face if you’re on top of him, and he loves it
He’s always holding your hips or ass
If you thought he was vocal about loving you before, get ready to hear him in bed
This man goes feral, whining and groaning and yelling about how much he loves you and how good you feel around him and how perfect you are and how you were made just for him
Belphegor
SFW
He uses you as a pillow
I’m not even joking, he will make you lay down on the bed and just sleep on you
His position varies too, whether he’s completely on top of you, or just has his head on you
His fav places are sleeping on top of you, laying with his head between your thighs, and laying with his head on your stomach
He loves how squishy you are, he gets mad whenever you make him use a normal pillow
Ever since he first starting sleeping on you, his old pillows are an annoyance
He love love loves when you sleep in his bed
Even if you take up all the space, he finds a way to cuddle up next to you and pass out
If you sleep starfish, he just flings himself onto you and is asleep in seconds
If you sleep in the corner of the bed, he gets super close and buries his face in you
Like Beel, he fell head over heels for you when he met you
He loved everything about you
You were so sweet to him, and you let him complain about Lucifer
NSFW
He, like Satan, would probably end up tying you up at some point
He’d just tie up your hands and maybe your legs, then just tease you for hours
He’d love to degrade you, telling you what a cute slut you are for him
Belphie would constantly have dreams about you, most of the times he’d wake up hard and start to rub up against you to help him
But if you weren’t there, he’d totally just grab a pillow and pretend it was you
Then he’d go up to your room and complain about how you weren’t there to help him get off
hi hi vic! may i suggest some headcanons of asmo and (gn)mc decorating some cupcakes with fancy designs??
no pronouns used. food mention. maybe some cursing
this is perfect timing its mammons bday when I'm writing this so.
asmo might be the best person to decorate cupcakes with
since the seven of you from the house of lamentation decided to throw mammon a surprise party, asmo had been obsessed with the decorating part
so you decided to indulge him and tag along when you had time away from keeping mammon distracted from any planning
but really he's perfect
he's not going to eat all the food and he's picky enough to make them pretty
took a little convincing to not make them pink, but he conceded on that eventually
he's so cute guys
expect a little frosting on ur nose at some point
expect him to try to toss a gummy bear in your mouth
expect to be dancing to lizzo or MARINA while you realize you're getting your aprons covered in powdered sugar, icing, and a bunch of other miscellaneous cupcake-decorating-crap
he loves dancing with you. thinks it romantic in general but will go out of his way to do something cute like tickle you or something while you're dancing and waiting for the cupcakes to set
he sticks his tongue out when he's focused and he has the smallest tipped piping bag you've ever seen to ensure perfect lines
it's hard to work on your own things when its so much fun watching him
