“Ah, good. You picked up!” Asmodeus sounded rather excited as you answered his call quickly, a delighted chime in his voice. “Could you help me with a little something, sweetheart? ♡”
You smile and wedge your phone between your ear and your shoulder as you continue cooking. “Mhm, ‘course. What is it?”
“Well~ In your opinion, would you rather wear a cute mini dress with ruffles or something more ankle length and satiny?” You could vaguely hear soft clinks and shuffling as he sifted through something on the other line, having an idea of where he might be. “Both in lavender and very sparkly.” He adds.
You hum as you considered those options, trying to picture them in your mind. “Are you at Majolish right now?”
“Mm, I am!” Asmo perks up with a little giggle. “There’s a bunch of new releases and I was allowed to come in early for first picks! Being such a beautiful and popular influencer has its perks, doesn’t it?~”
You chuckle softly in response to his lighthearted boasting, listening as he continues. “There really is soo much though, it’s almost impossible to decide! I also saw this lacy, low cut blouse that would look so sexy on you… ugh, I wish you were here~” He whines.
“Me too…” you respond softly, sounding a little more wistful than you intended, stirring a pot of soup. It was hard to be away from him, but you’re a human with family and duties in your own world too. You couldn’t always be together in the Devildom, no matter how much you want to. You’re grateful though that you could at least hear his voice over a call.
“Aw I’m sorry honey, did I make you sad?” Asmo’s voice dips empathically, always so aware of your emotions. “It’s only for two more weeks, right? It feels like forever for me too but… we’ll get through this! Distance makes the heart all the fonder, you know?”
You smile and nod at his comforting words. “Yes.. you’re right. We’ll be back together being all romantic in no time.”
His lovely laugh graces your ears through the phone, your cheeks flushing a little. “That’s right! And hey… I may or may not have a few things planned~ maybe a couple naughty things too~ ♡” Asmo giggles. “But ah! Back to the question! Long or short?”
You hum again. “Are these for you or for me?”
“For you of course! You can never have too many clothes, can you? You’re going to have a whole new wardrobe by the time you get back, specially handpicked picked by moi~!” Asmo gleamed proudly.
You blink. A whole new wardrobe… on top of the mountain of clothes you have already? Most of them were from him too, he really did spoil you too much.
“Asmo.. I’m flattered, of course, but is that a good idea?” You chuckle nervously, worrying for his wallet… and your closet.
“Hm? Of course it is.” He responds, not having a second thought about it. “You know what? I’ll get them both! Ooh and some matching shoes too! And accessories!”
“A-Asmo!” You gasp, your soup burning behind you as you pay more attention to your spending happy boyfriend.
“Hehe, no arguments! I’m gonna have lots of fun putting these on you and taking them off~” He purrs “Bye bye now, Love you! mwah! ♡” And he hung up.
He really was too much sometimes… but he had all your heart.
Asmodeus knew you were this desperate for his cock thanks to his rising scent. The flavorful taste of his so-called “milk” you couldn’t get rid of. It became your shameless addiction ever since you first took on the role of Saint Milk Messiah. Such a shame that you have to wait five hundred years more, even if it was for some matrimony in Hell.
“Ah…mmm yes, take it in like that. Every inch of me.”
That wide, dangerous grin on his face couldn’t be more intimidating, even towards most devils. Asmo sits on his throne as he watches you suck him dry with all the energy you’ve got. You had no idea how much or long this went on, yet you were too cock drunk to care anymore. His size grew larger without warning, the tip pressing against your throat. Subtle drops of his cum would enter your body. They will never stop squirting inside until you finally get full as the king warranted.
Asmodeus’s body was tensing up, the thrill of getting sucked dry catching up to him. He hungrily licks his pink lips, “Hah- so good with your cute little mouth, yes?”
Your blowjob was interrupted after he lifted the back of your head by the hair. His glaring eyes of crimson meet your soft ones.
“Tell me, who is the superior devil in existence? The true king of Hell?”
You can feel your heart race from the strict tone of his voice. It was clear for sure that if it were anyone other than Asmodeus, his dick would go flaccid quickly. He’ll maybe start punishing you endlessly for good measure — he was lucky your mind was only made up of the lust king.
“You, Asmodeus,” you lick around his shaft, an aching sensation growing between your thighs, “Hah- you’re the true ruler of Hell…”
“That’s right, such a good little human, keke!”
His hand pushes you right back on him. The other hand snakes up his body and squeezes one side of his chest. Asmo bites his lip, a pair of his digits pinching and pulling his nipple while kneading. Hips were lightly rocking below your head, the mushroom tip knocking your throat.
“Every being in existence, even those pathetic kings, will remain beneath me,” he began to expose his foreseen narcissism, “They’ll never keep a human this good.”
Already surrounded by his unpleasant musk, your body was brewing hotter. You immediately pump the base of his cock as you suck, one of your hands reaching his tightening balls to fondle.
“Ugh! Ah!” Asmodeus yells and throws his head back.
The abrupt thrusting causes you to moan on his cock, the vibration getting the king more excited. He kept pinching his sensitive flesh to the point it started going puffy. Asmo’s tongue hangs for air while he whimpers.
“Ah! Oh! Yes! Yes! Take as much as you want! It’s all yours!”
Asmodeus’s urgent desire in his voice. The wish that begs to keep you. He needed to lock you in his nest forever. You belonged to Asmo, and he belonged to you. No one else will get to have all the fun. What a nice, pleasurable thought.
The devil king panted ragged and heavy, “Ah- D-don’t stop! Consume- Ah- all of my precious milk! More! More! More!”
A heavy and thick load stuffs itself down your throat. He presses your head further to the cock’s base, breathing around it becoming a struggle. Tears drop away from your lust-filled eyes, the suffocation turning into a newfound kink for you. One that the king of lust will take note of.
“Hah- don’t quit- hah- taking a king better than anyone else…”
Asmodeus pushes your head down with both hands so you can continue blowing him. He was having fun using you as his personal fucktoy. Even better, you were making him feel good, too. Oh, the thought of all the devils in Abaddon witnessing how good a blowjob he’s receiving from you.
Obey me fandom how come y'all never write hardcore smut for asmo like you do for other brothers, wouldn't it make more sense for him to have the most hardcore smut? I'LL VOLUNTEER TO TRY AND WRITE SOME‼️ IDK WHEN BUT I'LL TRY‼️
Summary: You meet someone who promises o change your whole life around. [WC 1.1K] [ao3]
warnings: flangst, flower shop au
Request: @highchan Saw your request thingy and I has a request... How about Asmodeus x reader (spn) where the reader is a just a regular person. Normal happy life, with no excitement in their life. But Asmodeus finds the reader interesting, fascinating, because the reader works as a florist and Asmodeus just turns their life upside down (in a good way).
The bell above the shop door always chimed the same way. Soft. Predictable. Gentle. Just like everything else in your life.
You liked it that way—really, you did. The routine of it all. Opening the shop at eight, watering the roses, trimming stems, arranging bouquets for anniversaries you’d never witness and apologies you’d never hear. It was peaceful. Safe.
A little… quiet. Too quiet, maybe.
You didn’t realize that until he walked in.
The bell chimed. But it sounded wrong this time. Too loud. Too sharp. Like the sound lingered longer than it should have, echoing in the air as you looked up from your workbench.
And there he was.
Leaning against the doorframe like he owned the place already. “Well now,” he drawled, voice smooth like honey poured over something dangerous. “Ain’t this just the prettiest little corner of the world?”
You blinked at him. Expensive suit. Crooked smile. Eyes that didn’t quite match the warmth in his tone.
“Can I help you?” you asked, polite, automatic.
He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, gaze drifting over the shop—flowers, ribbons, sunlight filtering through the windows. Then landing on you. “Oh, I think you already are.”
Something in your chest fluttered. You ignored it. “What are you looking for?” you asked, turning back to your flowers. “We’ve got—”
“You.”
You froze. Then laughed, awkward, brushing it off. “Very funny. Seriously—what kind of flowers?”
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he reached out—bold as anything—and brushed his fingers over a cluster of white lilies. They wilted instantly.
You gasped. “Hey—!”
But before you could move, he snapped his fingers. And they bloomed again. Fuller. Brighter. Healthier than before.
Your breath caught. “…How did you do that?”
He tilted his head, watching you like you were the most interesting thing he’d seen in centuries. “That’s the question, isn’t it?”
Something about him made the air feel… heavier. Charged. Like a storm was rolling in, but only inside the shop.
You should’ve been scared. You weren’t. You were curious.
—
He started showing up after that. Every day. Same time. Same crooked grin. Sometimes he bought flowers. Sometimes he didn’t. Sometimes he just leaned on the counter and talked like he had nowhere else to be.
And maybe he didn’t.
“You ever get tired of this?” he asked one afternoon, watching you tie off a bouquet.
“Tired of what?”
He gestured vaguely. “All this. The sameness. The quiet.”
You shrugged. “It’s nice.”
“Nice,” he repeated, like the word tasted strange. “Sweetheart, nice is what people settle for when they’re too scared to want more.”
You frowned. “Not everyone needs ‘more.’”
His smile softened—just a little. “That so?” he murmured. “Then why’d your hands shake the first time I walked in?”
Your fingers stilled. You hadn’t even noticed that.
—
Things started changing. Small at first. Flowers that shouldn’t bloom out of season began thriving in your shop. Customers started coming in more often—drawn, somehow. Your arrangements got bolder, brighter, wilder without you even realizing it.
And you— You started laughing more. Staying open later. Taking risks with colors you’d never dared to mix before.
He noticed.
“Oh, I like this version of you,” he said one evening, perched on the counter like it was a throne. “Less… contained.”
“I’m not contained,” you shot back.
He raised a brow. “You’ve lived your whole life in one place,” he said gently. “Never left this town. Never chased anything that might not work out.”
“That’s called being practical.”
“That’s called being afraid.”
The word hit harder than you expected. Your chest tightened. “You don’t know me.”
He hopped down from the counter, stepping closer—closer than usual. “No,” he admitted quietly. “But I’d like to.”
Your heart did something stupid.
—
It happened on a rainy night. The kind where the streets went quiet and the world felt small again. You were closing up when the lights flickered.
Once. Twice. Then steadied.
“…Okay,” you muttered. “That’s new.”
“Not really.”
You turned. He was already there. Of course he was.
Leaning in the shadows like he belonged to them. Something felt different this time, though. He wasn’t smiling.
“What’s wrong?” you asked.
He studied you for a long moment. Then sighed, almost… reluctant. “You ever get the feeling,” he said slowly, “that your life’s about to change?”
Your stomach flipped. “That doesn’t sound ominous at all.”
He huffed a soft laugh. “Yeah. That’s ‘cause you don’t know me as well as you think you do.”
The room went colder.
You swallowed. “Then maybe you should explain.”
He stepped into the light. And for just a second— Just a flicker— His eyes burned something unnatural. Gold. Red. Something not human.
Your breath caught. “…What are you?”
There it was. The moment. The truth sitting between you like a blade.
He watched your face carefully. Waiting. Measuring. “Name’s Asmodeus,” he said finally. “And I ain’t exactly what you’d call a regular customer.”
You should’ve run. You didn’t. Instead, you whispered, “A demon.”
He winced—like the word didn’t quite fit him the way it should. “Yeah,” he said. “Something like that.”
Silence stretched. Heavy. Fragile. “…You made the lilies bloom.”
He blinked. “That’s your takeaway?”
“You made them better,” you said softly.
Something shifted in his expression. Not pride. Not quite. Something quieter. Almost… hopeful. “I could make your whole life better,” he said, voice low. “Bigger. Louder. Brighter. I could show you things you ain’t even dreamed of.”
“And what do you get out of it?” you asked.
His smile came back—but softer now. Realer. “You,” he said simply.
Your heart stuttered.
“You’re… interesting,” he added, almost like he was admitting a secret. “Happy without needing anything. Kind without expecting something back. Do you have any idea how rare that is?”
You shook your head.
He stepped closer. Close enough that you could feel the warmth of him—too warm, like fire just under the surface. “I wanna see what happens,” he murmured, “when someone like you stops playing it safe.”
Your pulse raced. “You’re dangerous,” you said.
“Very.”
“And you’re offering to… what? Turn my life upside down?”
His grin sharpened. “In the best way possible, darlin’.”
You hesitated. Just for a second. “…Okay.”
That surprised him. It showed. “Okay?” he repeated.
You nodded, heart pounding. “Yeah. Okay.”
His grin spread—slow, delighted, a little wicked. “Well now,” he said. “Ain’t that the smartest bad decision you’ve ever made?”
You laughed—nervous, thrilled, alive in a way you hadn’t felt before. “Probably.”
He offered you his hand. You stared at it. Then took it. Warm. Steady. Electric.
And just like that, Your quiet little life with its soft bell chimes and predictable days? Gone. Replaced with something wild.
Uncertain. Dangerous. And somehow Exactly what you didn’t know you’d been missing.
“You trust me?” he asked, glancing down at you.
You squeezed his hand. “…Not even a little.”
He laughed. “Good,” he said. “Wouldn’t be nearly as fun otherwise.”
You know the “am I allowed” thing but what if the mc said it with total sincerity? Like they feel bad getting the fires over the salad and want to know they will still be loved even if they do. They feel guilty doing anything they want that is not “perfect” idk maybe I’m not making sense
NO NO! You’re totally making sense! I understand what you mean to a simple frame and here it is!
Obey Me Brothers x S/O asking the “Am I allowed” sincerely out of insecurity
Lucifer
• At first he assumes you’re joking.
• Then he hears the hesitation in your voice.
• Lucifer slowly sets down his fork.
• “MC… look at me.”
• When he realizes you genuinely think choosing fries might make you less lovable, his expression softens in a way almost no one sees.
• He tells you very firmly that you do not need to earn affection by being perfect.
• He reassures you that making choices for yourself is normal.
• Lucifer will calmly order the fries for you if you’re too nervous.
• Then he adds something quietly:
• “You will always be valued here. Not for being perfect—simply for being you.”
Mammon
• Mammon immediately reacts emotionally.
• “What?! Of course you can get the fries!”
• When you still look unsure, he realizes this isn’t about the food.
• Mammon gets protective fast.
- He insists you order whatever you want.
- If anyone judged you, he’d absolutely fight them.
• Then he mutters something softer:
- “Ya don’t gotta act perfect for me… I already like ya.”
• He might shove some of his fries toward you too, just to prove it’s not a big deal.
Leviathan
• Levi notices the guilt in your voice instantly because he relates to it.
• He freezes for a second.
• “…You think we’d stop liking you over fries?”
• Levi understands what it’s like to feel like you have to be “good enough.”
• So he reassures you in a slightly awkward but sincere way.
• He explains that people don’t lose affection over small choices.
• He reminds you the brothers already care about you.
• Then he quietly admits:
• “I’m not exactly perfect either… but you still hang out with me.”
• Which makes the point pretty clear.
Satan
• Satan picks up on the deeper issue immediately.
• He gently asks why you feel like wanting something different would make people love you less.
• He listens very carefully to your answer.
• Then he reassures you logically and emotionally.
• Everyone has preferences.
• No one is loved because they make “perfect” decisions.
• He might even say:
• “If someone only cared about you when you were flawless, that wouldn’t be real affection.”
• Then he calmly encourages you to order exactly what you want.
Asmodeus
• Asmo’s heart breaks a little when he hears the guilt in your voice.
• He immediately moves closer to you.
• “Sweetie, you don’t have to earn love like that.”
• He’s very affectionate in his reassurance.
• Tells you people who care about you want you to enjoy yourself
• Reminds you that treating yourself isn’t something to feel guilty about
• He’ll absolutely hype you up too.
• “Get the fries. Get the dessert too if you want.”
• Asmo wants you to associate choosing things for yourself with happiness, not guilt.
Beelzebub
• Beel responds very simply but very sincerely.
• “Of course you can.”
• When he notices you still look uncertain, he frowns slightly.
• Beel isn’t great with speeches, but he’s very genuine.
• “You don’t have to be perfect for us.”
• Then he slides his plate of fries closer to you.
• “You can share mine too.”
• For Beel, the act of sharing food is basically reassurance that you belong with them.
Belphegor
• Belph notices the guilt immediately.
• He stares at you for a moment before sighing.
• “You’re overthinking it.”
• But his tone is gentle, not dismissive.
• Belph knows how exhausting it is to feel like you must constantly meet expectations.
• So he reassures you in a relaxed way.
• “If we only liked perfect people, we wouldn’t like each other either.”
• Then he nudges the menu toward you.
• “Order what you want. No one here is grading you.”
Asmodeus x an MC who flirts jokingly but gets flustered easily
Guys be nice this is my first post
When you first met Asmodeus, the connection was instant. Growing up, you always threw your friends flirty comments and suggestive touches. It was simply your way of connecting with them. Despite this, however, you had never anticipated meeting someone who could match, if not OUT freak you.
While it started off as playful teasing, Asmodeus quickly started getting increasingly enthusiastic during your flirt-offs. He didn’t miss the soft splatter of pink on your cheeks whenever a touch lingered a little too long, or a soft compliment murmured against your ear caused a shiver up your spine. He most certainly didn’t miss your bouts of sputtering and slight hesitations.
“What’s wrong, darling? Just a moment ago you were daring me to touch you. Maybe I shouldn’t just stop here, hmmm?” he challenged, as a hand trailed along the plush skin of your thigh. Your body went cold for a moment as it processed the intent behind his ministrations. Hoooooly shit.
After not hearing any response from you, his hand stilled. He leaned in to examine your expression, not even realising how much more flustered the proximity was making you. His soft breathing fanned against your cheek in warm pulses, and the soft scent of a sweet perfume felt intoxicating against your senses. “You’re not uncomfortable… are you, MC?” You jolted at the mention of your name.
“N-nho-… o-of course not. I-I’m sorry, you’re-it- just, um-…” He lifted his hand but gasped softly in surprise when your own moved to clamp it back into place. A deep breath.
romantic; fluff, comfort, established relationship
[ a thing i did for a secret santa exchange, dedicated to @oniriquekise this was very long overdue (the post, not the gift lol) but really study and life swept me away so much buuuuuut ik its still winter in some places so hehe have a warm one <3 , basc winter shenanigans with santa claus!asmo ]
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Clad in red from head to toe, his white beard sticks out sorely as they fall down to his chest. You pull at the beard.
"Hey!"
"Oops."
Asmodeus huffs, turning his head the other way in a sulk. You don't bother comforting him knowing seconds after, he immediately thins his frown into pursed lips instead. How predictable. And adorable.
"I didn't know you would..." You start when he gives you a peek out of the corner of his eyes, "Wear.... This."
It's a sleeveless red dress that ends just around his upper thighs, showcasing the beaut of his legs paired with short black boots. A thick black belt cinches his waist, his Santa hat worn with a tilt. Design aside, the material looks soft, inching you to gently tug it and rub in between your fingers, a soft gasp coming from Asmodeus at the gesture. Hmm... Velvet. Of course.
You take a step back moments after, done with admiring the definitely customized cloth, with what glimmering beads and white fur on both edges of the dress. Still, it's hard to believe how engaged the Devildom residents with human festivities. Said resident including the fifth demon brother apparently. Everyone knows not to wake you up this late at night. Asmodeus had apparently deemed this occasion an emergency for him to do so, only barely surviving the grunts and wrath of the only human in this house.
The pink highlights dances in his champagne locks as he finally faces you. "Well," he fidgets with the hem of his sleeve before releasing it, adorning that charming smile and gleaming eyes of his, "You wanted to see me in this. Naturally, because of course only I can pull this off with how stunning I am."
You couldn't argue with that. Not a lot of people could indulge in the beauty of both a beard and a seductive dress. Hooking one finger into his belt, you tilt your face closer to softly peck the corner of his lips. "Naturally."
The fifth born erupts into a sweet giggle and if it weren't for his hand on your chest, you would have chased after the sound even more. "Not fair. I'm the one being the Sexy Santa, why am I the one being seduced right now?" That response made you burst into a chuckle of your own, giddiness bubbling up your throat until it's too much. Until you can't control it anymore, sharing the tingling sensation up to your lips then his. He lets you.
The hallway is silent, the snow slowly piling outside the House of Lamentation, one fourth of the windows' height already being covered. The winter in Devildom is much colder than the way you remember it on Earth: The lack of sun, perhaps. Which was why when Asmodeus reaches for your hips, desperate for more body-on-body contact, you let him. It is cold.
Exchanging a few more kisses, he does gets you to stop when he tenderly pushes you away. "Alright, not anymore. Not yet. This Santa is very beautiful, yes, but," he trails off with a whine, your heart only squeezing further as your gaze catches his swollen lips. The 'thump' that follows though do manage to shift your attention and it's only then you do realize the huge sack he brought along. Raising an eyebrow at the suspiciously pine-shaped lump, you meet his honey eyes. Asmodeus only strikes a dramatic pose, throwing flying kisses to his invisible audience. "I'm the best Santa, I know."
His joy is infectious, making you sporting a grin of your own, fingers hooking on the other side of the sack to pull it together. The floors in House of Lamentation is oddly solid for a building that stood since forever, with just a few cracks in the enormous space, the ground being an easy playground for the both of you to tug the weight along. Once you reach the living room, the next two hours are spent on building the Christmas tree as you and Asmodeus delicately bring the tree pieces out of the sack.
He hums in content, moving quickly between pieces until you get to decorating. It doesn't surprise you when the first ornament you reached for is a glass ball with his portrait painted all over. Or the second ornament. Or the third one. Or the- Hey, isn’t that your face? You silently poke the ball onto his face and he blinks in surprise, "Hm? Oh yeah, you look suuuuu-per cute there, I just had to~ ♡" He takes the ball then out of your hand, tiptoeing his way to secure the ball on the highest spot.
And when he's being so sweet, what kind of a partner are you for if you're not there to reward him with another kiss?
Keeping it short, you try to be mindful of his very "serious" work. With him by your side, or rather you by his since this is his thing after all, the following time passes by smoothly as he goes on to drop off his presents by his brothers' bedroom door. They all vary in shapes, one being a big thin square resembling a vinyl record, one being too abstractly shaped that you catch on it being a figurine from the first sight, another being just an envelope— Asmodeus had mouthed to you it was "thousands of food vouchers" so you're pretty confident the recipient appreciates it. Even down to the wrapping paper, your boyfriend had made sure to personalize each of them. Clearly he had put in too much effort for just one night, the evidence being the current position you're in after all that Santa Claus-ing, him lying on the couch with you on top.
You let your eyes linger on the short pointer on the clock pointing to four, slumping down even further against Asmodeus's chest when you finally let your eyes rest, the fur of his dress an appreciated comfort. You hear his breath near your ears, his heartbeat thumping to a slow beat alongside yours, the constant ticking in the background. Just a couple hours more, and you'll have to share him with the world.
The thought makes you fuzzy. You hope Asmodeus will only receive more and more love: Particularly because he's not good at it, receiving, you mean.
'But you alone is enough and more for me, you know?', you can almost hear him respond if you were to say it aloud. That somehow makes your chest warmer and warmer.
In such world, your feelings alone would survive the two of you through the harshness of winter.
