#obey me! asmodeus

[snoogeewoogeewoo]

Problems

[aydien677]

Hello fellow Tumblr user Aydien, I have come to propose a truce. I am currently holding Solomon on a leash and he's ready to take Lucifer to Ristorante Six with him the moment I let go. My proposal is to sedate him and let Lucifer go free in return for some Asmodeus x MC headcanons. (I love your writing btw you're great hope you have a great day/night ajcksf 💘)

I forgot I had a whole ass inbox full of ideas, here you go. Also, bold of you to assume I haven't already put Lucifer at Ristorante Six with Solomon. I love torturing my precious peacock. Anywho, we got an Asmo ask, an Askmo.

TW: suggestive ig? I mean he is the Avatar of Lust so is it implied already? I'll keep it just in case.

Asmodeus will lick Mc's neck and run away when he's upset at them for not giving him enough attention, although he is overestimating how much time Mc has to do things.

Asmo's bathroom has a special key and he gets a single copy just for Mc.

Whenever Mc is forced to talk to someone they do not like, Asmodeus appears. He's usually able to scare them off but Mc doesn't know why the person left since Asmo is out of their view looking scary only to have the sweetest smile when Mc turns around.

Asmodeus gets cuteness aggression and bites, squeezes, and pinches Mc. They're simply too adorable to handle.

Mc shows up to Asmo's modelling shoots with many treats for when he's done since his dieting can get a little aggressive.

Asmo and Mc did have a talk about monogamy and Poly like If Mc also took on the other brothers or no, if Asmo could keep Solomon around for when Mc is too tired keeping up with everyone. If Mc just wants standard mono then Asmo is willing to do anything for Mc including keep it in his pants, he has toys for when Mc cannot he'll be fine.

Mc doesn't find out just how many weapons are in Asmo's room until after they start dating. All the brothers have ten or twelve but Asmodeus has a whopping three hundred. He is a pretty princess but he is a murder princess.

Mc is allowed to bedazzle and paint Asmo's weapons. There are some he hasn't customised yet and he would love to carry something Mc worked on.

Most of Mc's exes, if any, are socially dead now. Mc didn't even tell Asmo about their exes he found them on his own and ruined them all.

Getting a house with Asmo means working on a garden together and ignoring the suspicious looking roots that might be a hand. We don't know what the hand did but it's probably best Mc doesn't ask.

Dating Asmo means a lot of breakfasts in bed however he is not doing the dishes, he'll do anything except the dishes.

Asmodeus already has a physical ideas board for the wedding before they are even engaged. Some of the photos can easily be swapped out such as cake, Mc's outfit, and other food/floral related things since it is also Mc's wedding. The only thing non-negotiable is lilies so Lilith can be there in spirit.

Asmo is absolutely on top of planning dates. Lucifer gifted him a little century long planner forever ago so he has everything written down for Mc to look at, except they still have no idea what "surprise" is on the planner, only Asmo knows.

Asmo has a weird sixth sense for Mc feeling bad about themselves so when they come home he always has a whole spa night prepared even when he hasn't seen them at all that day.

[still-a-morosexual-help]

Something about the way that MC flirting with Asmo is actually subtle but them flirting with Mammom might as well be "WOW that's CRAZY. I'll need mouth-to-mouth cpr to recover, HOW TERRIBLE. Mammon, come here." is so funny to me

[love-archer]

After some amateur kissing and tongue lapping at your skin and neck and jaw, he’s not afraid to sit you in his place, kneeling between your legs as he’s pulling your pants off with lingering kissing that creep to your inner thighs. His hand in your stomach ti keep you still, little three smacks on your thigh when you try to push his head away or tug his hair. He’s also not shying away from grabbing your underthighs, pulling you to the edge and reaaallly getting his head in there: LUCIFER, LORD DIAVOLO, MAMMON

His hand is pushing your pretty back on the mattress, other ons spreading your legs. Your shirt is pulled up, way far above your stomach, his bites imprinted in fainting red on your skin. His head is busy, sandwiched with your thighs squeezing at him. Not above making loud and wet music under there as you’re so perfectly bend over his bed, ass out and your legs curling backwards when he hits a spot you love. Hand sneaking along your back to yank your hair, making you mewl louder. Not stopping until there’s a string of saliva connecting his tongue and you and you made a pathetic drenching spot under you: SATAN, ASMODEUS, BELPHIE, BARBATOS, SOLOMON

His words are slurred, voice muffled, his nails clenching at the fat of your legs as his tongue is working you, neck cranked up slightly. He doesn’t care you’re on his chest, so close on sitting on his neck, he needs more. NEEDS more. He’s starved, a bottomless pit when it comes to the mere taste of you. His hands on your ass, dragging you closer and closer. Just feed him: BEELZEBUB, LEVIATHAN, SIMEON, MAMMON

❦ © love-archer 2024, all rights reserved ❦

[twisimp]

good morning this happened 2 days ago but i only just made this connection

[bluewolfangel01]

-suggestive warning-

Morning of May 15th: Asmo's birthday

Asmo: *wakes up to notice Mc looming over him while in a sleepy delirious state*

Asmo: "Mc...?"

Mc: *smiles* "Birthday kiss sneak attack."

Mc: *kisses Asmo on his forehead*

Asmo: *still slightly out of it* "Birthday...?"

...

Asmo: "So it is, isn't it! Does that mean I get kisses for how many years I've lived~?"

Mc: "Yes."

Asmo: "Well then."

Asmo: *wraps his arms around Mc's neck*

Asmo: "I guess you better get started, we're going to be here for awhile~"

Asmo: *pulls Mc onto his bed*

[ilychld]

obey me! brothers x f!reader. just a vv short piece, not proofread (we die like flies here), it's a crackfic, and just... enjoy!

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standing across the room, hands desperately tugging on the fitted shirt you had on.

it was hot outside. very hot.

and you hate how you could feel sweat cling to your skin, hate how the shirt just amplifies the feeling of being sticky and stinky.

"fuck devildom summer. i curse you to hell and back. i fucking hate you" you grumbled, turning your fan on to its highest setting, adding up to your frustrations how your ac just won't work right. giving up, you rushed outside with a fan in hand.

you hoped that the living room is cold by now, not bearing the heat any longer. there was a newly installed—scratch that— there were two newly installed air conditioners in the living room. "it must be cold now, it should be cold." you mumbled to yourself. surely enough, the brothers were all sprawled out too, the cool air from the ac's doing its job right.

but there's still one problem.

you didn't change your shirt. it was still sweaty. it still clung to your skin. you feel like passing out from the light pressure it applies on your chest. or... you were just being dramatic.

you weren't.

the heat, sweat, and the tightness of your shirt made you wish that you could just shrink your boobs and maybe regrow them out—maybe solomon knows of a trick like that. exasperated, you sighed while taking refuge by mammon's side.

you took a second to look at each of their faces, surprisingly, there were no scrunched eyebrows, clenched jaws, and tightened fists.

everyone was just... chilling. except for you.

"what's got you in a sour mood?" lucifer asked, taking everyone's attention away from what they were doing to your scrunched eyebrows, crossed arms, and pouting lips. a chorus of 'ooh yeah, what happened?' and 'oh no' were heard through the living room.

staying with them for months now gave you another sense of comfortable. you didn't hesitate, you didn't bite back what you wanted to say—you just went for it.

"they said having big boobs will solve all my problems. fuck no, i can feel the sweat pool up under my fucking boobs." you grumbled, shifting your arms under your chest just to relieve some of that annoying feeling.

"but it solves all of our problems!" mammon exclaimed, the others happily agreeing.

[mammonslittletreasure]

Belated Day 4 of Kinktober using the list created by @keyboardcatramel! The list can be found here

Pairing: Asmodeus x GN!Reader Prompt: Somnophilia SMUT | EXPLICIT CONTENT | NSFW | MDNI CW: Wet dream, oral, praise, anal play, cum swallowing WC: ~1.1k

Cracking open the door to Asmo’s room that night, you were met with some unexpected sounds.

Soft, whimpering mewls floating from his bed drew your attention instantly. When you made your way over to his bedside, you were stunned to see, just beneath the pink satin sheets, a very obvious wet spot at the tip of his swollen cock.

As you stared in surprise, noticing how he was very slightly rocking his hips and his fingers tangled with the sheets, you found yourself leaning down over him, seeing his expression was twisted in desperation. When you reached down to brush the sweat-soaked strand of hair from his forehead, he let out a pitiful whimper of a moan and you forced yourself to take a deep steadying breath.

You’d been through these evenings with Asmo before and generally waking him up is enough to take care of whatever dream has him trapped in its clutches, and yet when you heard his sweet voice whisper your name like a plea to a god, you felt your arousal growing exponentially.

“Asmodeus, there is no excuse for you to be this sexy…” you sighed softly to yourself, letting your finger trail across his cheek and watching with rapt attention as his chest heaved up and down with his needy breaths.

“…Mmmnn… Please…” he whined, shifting slightly until the sheet dropped off his shoulder and exposed his pale skin.

Your head fell back as you tried to fight back the urge to ravage him right then and there. You knew he wouldn’t mind, but you still felt it’s only right to have both parties conscious and consenting before engaging in something like this.

However, when you noticed his cock now raising the fabric of the sheets and smearing precum against it, all thoughts of propriety went out the window.

You moved your hand under the sheet, ducking underneath and groaning at the thick musky smell of Asmo’s arousal that had been trapped beneath. When your fingers grazed his smooth thighs, they instantly fell open for you, almost as though he was awake and just waiting for you to begin.

“Look how pretty your cock is… Fuck, Asmodeus, you’re gorgeous.” You breathed, letting your lips ghost the sensitive skin and drawing out a strangled gasp from the demon below you.

Unable to restrain yourself any further, you sealed your lips over his tip, swallowing him down until you reach the base.

The cry of pleasure that you were rewarded with inspired you and your hand moved to cup his balls, his thighs tightening around your arm.

As you dragged your mouth back up, gasping for air for a moment, you felt his cock twitch against your tongue. Saliva dripped down his length and around his cupped balls and you felt the urge to take things further.

You brought one of your fingers up, placing it along the underside of his cock against the pulsating vein and let your mouth wet it as you bobbed up and down with more excitement. His entire body was writhing, and you couldn’t even tell if he’s asleep or awake but given how his hands hadn’t moved to pin your head in place or toy with your own body, you could only assume he’s still nestled firmly in whatever erotic dream has ahold of him.

When you decided your finger was decently wet enough, you let it move down to the tiny, puckered hole nestled between his plump cheeks. As you gently teased around it, you felt his hips buck upward, choking you as his length filled your throat.

“Gghhaaa! Nnnngh… more!” Asmo’s wails of pleasure filled your ears and you knew that he’d woken up now. He always loves it when you begin to play with him front and back.

You hummed in acknowledgement, letting your finger slip inside and finding he was already quite loose.

You let his cock pop free from your mouth, panting and sliding a second finger in with the stream of saliva that had begun collecting around the first.

“You naughty little thing, you wanted this didn’t you? Is this what you were dreaming about? My fingers sunk deep inside you to hit that sweet spot so you can spill yourself down my throat as I suck every last drop of cum from your pretty little balls?” You growl, massaging your fingers against the surprisingly slick flesh. There’s no way he hadn’t prepared himself ahead of time.

“Nnngh, yes… aahh right there… you know me so well…”Asmo whimpered, his fingers finally moving to clutch at your hair, which he tugged with a desperate urgency.

“Put it back in your mouth….gghhh… please….Haaah!” Asmo’s pleas were cut off as you sucked him back between your lips, a third finger finding its way inside him and eagerly searching for that tender spot.

As though from memory, you found his prostate almost instantly, pressing firmly against it and preventing him from moving at all as you pinned his legs to the bed with the rest of your body.

Screams of delight peppered with sweet sobs of your name filled the room and you can tell he’s getting close. The Avatar of Lust was surprisingly easy to please when you got to know his body well.

When you began to rock your hips against his leg to provide yourself with some friction, the added sensation must be enough to send him over the edge because soon your breathing is completely cut off as he climaxes, cum flooding your throat in a seemingly endless surge.

When his blissful laughter begins to join in with his heavy breaths, you finally let him free of your mouth, his cock still hot and ready for more action.

“Did you like my surprise?” He cooed, sighing softly when you slid your fingers out of his ass.

“You’re such a dirty demon, Asmo.” You grunted, feeling him now using his leg to gently stimulate between your own legs.

“Oooh, you really liked it, huh?” He purred, combing his fingers along your scalp and smiling his wickedly sweet little smile at you.

“You know you’re irresistible, you cocky asshole.” You grumbled before nipping at the delicate skin of his inner thigh.

“Well now my feelings are hurt,” Asmo pouted, jutting his lower lip out exaggeratedly.

“I’m sure they’ll be just fine as soon as I start kissing you.”

“Oh, yes, they will. Come here, quickly, I need you.”

As your lips collided, you felt his hands begin stripping your clothing from your body with a practiced skill that only Asmo could possess. Breathing in the air around you, filled with the scent of sweat and sex, you knew the night was only just beginning.