#asmo sweep

[gifti3]

well...

congrats to lucifer's overwhelming "win"!

[princessasmosprincess]

Hoping and praying to find a place where I'm finally wanted. Soon.

That's probably why I love Obey Me so much, it's nice to feel special. To have people who are happy you're around, who love you for yourself even with all your quirks.

I'm grateful to my online friends and mutuals who always make me feel wanted. If we've interacted, even just briefly, I love you and I wish we were nearby so we could hang out irl. It's been rough lately.

[zephyrchama]

(Based on that one scene from B99)

“Lucifer, your wrist looks kind of funny.”

All eyes turned to the Avatar of Pride when Leviathan pointed this out. They were supposed to be organizing the house library, but it was a long and boring task. One that everyone wanted to finish quickly, yet nobody could find the motivation to make any real progress.

“Oh no! What happened?” Asmodeus leaned over a table to try and steal a peek. Lucifer’s wrist was, indeed, bent in an odd manner. He used his non-dominant hand to shuffle some papers in order.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m fine.”

“Yeah, Asmo!” Mammon jeered. “Back off, leave the guy alone.”

Lucifer ignored his brothers, icy gaze focused on the documents in hand. They were papers that had been misfiled and did not belong in the library. He reminded everyone in the room to “behave yourselves” before disappearing into his office.

Curious eyes followed him until he was truly out of sight. Then, the brothers exchanged fascinated looks. It’s not every day that Lucifer get injured.

“Alright, everybody bring it in. Huddle up.” Mammon ushered everyone to come close with a sweep of his hand. The boys reluctantly formed a loose circle.

“What are you up to now?” Belphegor asked with a sigh. “I want to finish this already.”

Mammon pretended not to hear as he whisper-shouted, “so, he wouldn’t say what happened, which can only mean one thing.”

”He’s in a fight club,” Beelzebub suggested.

“No. He did it doing something he’s embarrassed by.” Satan was quick to catch on to the truth.

Beelzebub followed up with, “oh. Could be a sports injury. I sprained my wrist playing fangol last year.”

“Really? I don’t remember that,” Belphegor said.

Leviathan asked, “you think Lucifer was playing fangol?”

A deep growl suddenly came from the doorway. There was no warning or indication that Lucifer would be back so quickly. Yet, the man in question had returned. His menacing quickly caused the group to shut up.

“I can hear you speculating about the nature and origin of my injury from my office, but I don’t think it’s relevant to your jobs. The jobs you should all be doing right now. Get to work.”

The brothers scattered like roaches back to their respective corners of the library. All except for Satan, who Lucifer beckoned over with his finger. Satan hesitated at first, but it was better to go along with Lucifer when his mood was sour. The two stepped out for a minute, far enough away that no one else would overhear.

“What?” Satan was fed up with this conversation and it hadn’t even started.

“Do you want to know how I actually hurt my wrist?

Satan’s eyebrows flew up and he took several seconds to think about the question. What an odd offer. There was nothing for Lucifer to gain by telling him this, was there? Though, if he spent too long thinking Lucifer might change his mind and leave his little brother wondering what happened forever. With an oddly docile tone of voice, Satan responded, “...Yes.”

While Satan was busy wondering how to respond, Lucifer had taken out his DDD. He was scrolling through a menu in search of something. “I was hula hooping. Diavolo and I attend a class for fitness and for fun.”

“No way.” Satan's true thoughts leaked out. It was so dumb, it couldn’t be true.

Lucifer raised his phone to Satan’s eye level. The proof was there. ”I’ve mastered all the moves. The pizza toss. The tornado. The scorpion, the oopsie doodle.”

With each and every silly name, Lucifer swiped to a new photo on his phone. There he was, doing the pizza toss. Showing Diavolo how to do the scorpion. Performing a flawless oopsie doodle. Satan was stupefied, his mouth ajar.

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Because no one…” Lucifer selected all of the images. He tapped on a trash can in the corner of the screen. The images, every last one, disappeared. “…will ever believe you.”

“No!” Satan lunged for the phone in vain. “You sick, twisted, son of a-”

“You got your answer," Lucifer told him. "Get back to work."

[sweetbrier2908]

sometimes you look at satan and think of lucifer. of course you keep it for yourself, you're wise enough to know that even when he's not mad at you but it definitely makes him uncomfortable. but sometimes, you mean it, only a few times in the span of many years you've known him, you look at him and his face, his expression, even his nose and his smile, his action, his attitude surprise you how similar he is to his father (can you say that? you always feel like this word is such a sensitive topic). you start noticing the similarity between those two and also the difference.

like how satan chuckles often than only smile when he reads and he's usually too excited to show you whatever intrigues him from the book.

like how satan's eyes are not that sharp, unlike lucifer's. satan's eyes are always smiling. if you remember correctly. he may say that is because he's a demon and he need to deceive others but maybe he's just a kind soul.

like how satan doesn't have wrinkles on the corner of his eyes and he doesn't frown that much. always keep his best composure. always acts polite. he can't afford to let people think he's rude since he need to surpass lucifer in everything.

like how satan's expression is always more gentle...more soft...and you look at him and you know that he was raised in love. in love. in love. the way he looks at little animal, the way he looks at his brothers while they're doing something silly. the way he focuses on the books, on the lessons,...the way he treats everything with such sincerity like they all have souls. you wonder if levi's the one who taught him how to take care for little animals, if mammon's the one who taught him you need to treat everyone equally, if asmo taught him to appreciate the beauty in even the smallest thing, if beel and belphie taught him to create a special bond with people is nice.

satan and lucifer, they shares some habits too. the first thing they do when they walk through the door is organize all the jackets and coats on the hanger, then they go to the kitchen and make something for themselves (but satan likes to make a cup of latte and lucifer likes hell coffee or tea which he was gifted by his beloved)- and for beel who's already there. they're gonna complain about something, then go to the library to take a look. arrage the misplaced books, sweep a little bit then take a sit and wait for their brothers to come home and complain again about the noise (everyone knows that they love being around their family and to proud to admit that they enjoy all the problem they cause). they don't do all of that together. never. satan takes after lucifer, you're kind of sure of it after spending years and years watching them, many things. you never tell him.

sometimes you look at satan and wonder how many things he takes after his brothers, his family. how many things he takes after love.

[koolades-world]

Hi! :D

Please consider a really shy MC who turns out to be really cuddly after a while. Side hugs, hand holding, cuddling during movie night, just because they like being close to all their friends.

If you could talk about how you think the brothers and Diavolo would react, that would be great.

All the best ♡

hi! i love anything about a cuddly mc so you've got me

enjoy <3

Shy to Cuddly Mc

Lucifer

despite his demeanor, he will hug you back

he loved getting to see you come out of your shell <3

he really loves the way you shyly approach him and request affections. he'll never say no to you <333

Mammon

internally screaming, but keeping it cool

he'll act so casually about it but will cheer every time you come to him for cuddles

the movie where you first cuddled him during is now his comfort movie!

Levi

externally screaming, but loving the attention at the same time

maybe it was just the gradually ramping up the affection, but he doesn't feel the need to run away

a match made in heaven! (or would it be hell? lol)

Satan

honestly, this is perfect in his eyes

the amount of affections he can get in while reading is unlimited in his eyes

honestly, he's just overjoyed that anyone was willing to open up to him like you have

Asmo

so happy you finally warmed up to him!

he's been dying to squish your cheeks for as long as he's known you just because you're so darn cute

will give you as many hugs as you want

Beel

you're basically part of the family now, and if he's going to hug his brothers, he's going to hug you too

lots and lots of affection as soon as he's noticed you're comfortable with it

anytime you can't sleep at night, his bed is open for you! he's probably awake and whether you just need company or someone to talk to, he's got you

Belphie

will tease you about how shy you used to be

but also won't let you out of the hug until he's ready to haha

you can't win with him, but at least he's a great cuddler

Diavolo

he's obsessed with you

your new greeting is a giant hug in which he sweeps you off the ground, no matter who's there

he's so glad he got to know you!

[jazeswhbhaven]

Double Shot of Abyssos Vday Collab Oneshot Fic @dream-effect 18+ Warnings/Tags: Threesome, Deepthroat, Biting, Rough Sex, Knotting, Monsterfucking, Smut with Fluff Ending, Ribbons used for restraints, Gender Neutral MC, MC POV(1st POV) words: 1.8K

Right now, I never knew this could be me. In Hell, pressed against a building in a dark alley with two pairs of eyes that bore into my soul. Normally, a situation like this would require a fight or flight response. But all I felt was one thing...desire.

I cursed myself though, because this shouldn't be normal. However, it wasn't as if I were in danger. I knew the two devils who hovered above me, the hunger in their eyes and how they traced my body with their claws. Though, it wouldn't hurt to ask.

"Wait, what's going on? Naberius, Amon?" I question the two nobles who stop in confusion before exchanging glances. Amon looks at me with a smirk, reaching out to stroke my cheeks lovingly as he pulls me in for a kiss.

"MC, your innocence never fails to charm me. Listen to how cute you are." He says after he gives me a moment to breath. "Do you not know what you've accepted?"

An arm shoves Amon out of the way, Naberius growling and tracing kisses against my neck. "They accepted both of our chocolates, so share."

I realized something in that moment as I allow the other to continue devouring my neck in affection. The chocolates I was given earlier, was not just a simple snack or a gift for Valentine's Day.

"So this means...we're going to sit here and make out?" I test my suspicions but Amon just laughs at me while tracing my lips, leaning in to kiss me again while Naberius growls softly in my ear.

"So cute." The two devils murmur, though completely enamored by my "innocence" of the situation. I was only trying to get them to say what they were doing, to affirm any further accusations. More importantly, some form of consent before my hand reaches out to grope them where I wanted.

"Do it, MC..." Amon teases, moving my hand for me to stroke his chest. I reach up to yank on his spiked collar out of impulse and he moans, which has Naberius pull me back into his muscular, pitch black arms that were mid-transformation into...his other self.

"Stop." I command just for a moment, fidgeting in my pocket for something. Surprisingly I pull out a couple of red ribbons, noticing they were what wrapped the boxes of chocolate given to me. I turn to Naberius, waving my finger as he tilts his head like a curious puppy.

"Good boy," I praise, all while feeling something furry sweep across my leg. Naberius was truly about to go full hellhound on me, his tail wagging at my words. I bind his wrists behind his back, and as I did, the ribbon extended in length allowing me to bind him all the way to his shoulders leaving him squirming, his clothing ripping as his chest is exposed to me. I test my rig, flicking a finger against his erect nipple as a whimpering moan echoes throughout the alleyway. Naberius tries to move his arms but he can't, the yellow of his eyes gleaming at me with a pout.

"I see...then the ribbons.." Thoughts roam in my head when I turn to Amon, who seems to get exactly what's happening when he holds out his arms to me. I bend down instead, binding his ankles, all the way up to his knees and little up his thighs with the second ribbon, with a finishing touch I kiss the edge as it tightens. Amon moans in delight, immediately buckling to the ground bracing himself with his arms.

I stand for a moment, trying to map together what I had in mind for the two devils. I knew we were pressed for time, Naberius had complained about this earlier. But with how I felt his erection press against my backside at this moment I realize that maybe he didn't give a damn about the rules or the time.

We have to make it to Asmo's castle though...I have to figure out how to pleasure everyone at one time.

It hits me, and I bend down on all fours, crawling to Amon's twitching body watching me in anticipation. Without slowing down I reach his pants, pulling them down slowly as his thick and hot member springs up to nearly slap me in the face. I knew from glancing at his dick print now and then he was...loaded but the naïve part of me figured maybe it was one the many guns he had packed away. The color was milky, smooth, fading into a light rosy tip that leaked of pre. Bulging veins also greet me as I touch his shaft in awe. My concentration was only interrupted by a whimper from behind me.

"Nabe...I didn't forget about you..." My voice coos to calm him, a scratch behind his ears as his muscular arms struggle against the ribbon that bond him. Parts of his stretchy pants had ripped already, making it easier to free him so I could also examine the goods. A happy trail of fur made it's way to a sizable cock, the majority of it's color matching his fur and skin, a midnight onyx fading into a bright red tip, and something else at the base of his shaft, round, firm yet fleshy.

A knot.

I shouldn't be surprised, and yet I am. I was aware of Naberius' other form but I never imagined his dick would reflect that. There would be a first time for everything for me, an experience I'd never have back on Earth.

My clothes drop to the ground, causing excitement for the two devils who squirm in my direction. I meet Amon, my hand gripping at the base of his cock to get him to stop scooting over toward me. I hike my ass in the air, showcasing my entrance to Naberius. I look back at him with half-lidded eyes giving my waist a quick shimmy to entice him to come closer, and he does. Once I feel the tip of him kiss against my hole I turn my attention back to Amon, wrapping my lips around him in an instant. They knew what I wanted them to do without having to say anything further.

Naberius, however gets bold, finding a way to his knees so his face buries against my ass, his tongue reaching out to lap in fervor against me. I could feel him explore me deep, nosily slurping and tasting as much as he could and it makes my toes curl. I focus next on swallowing down the cock in front of me, Amon helping me by thrusting his hips a bit. In no time he hits the back of my throat and I gag, I steady myself, sucking and rolling my tongue while making eye contact with Amon. He's seeing stars, hearts, whatever shapes he desires as his cheeks flush red and he moans and pants loudly. Nabe continues making a meal out of me, his salvia running down my thighs. I can't hold back my building orgasm, and I let go, clenching around his tongue and moaning with Amon's cock deep in my throat.

But this wasn't over, yet. Naberius didn't have to stand back up, only using his knees to position himself at the perfect height. His cock rubs against my sensitive parts before reaching it's intended location, slowly stretching me out. My eyes roll in the back of my head, but it doesn't stop Amon from thrusting into my mouth. I decide to let both devils have their way with me, the one in front face-fucking me while getting railed from the back by the other.

My mind went numb, a sweet and familiar scent filling my senses as a voice echoes in my head; 'you naughty little thing...without me?'. I had no choice to ignore it preoccupied by Nabe's knot smacking against my throbbing hole as he relentlessly fucked me. I wasn't sure how long I could hold out with my throat being stretched either, but I endure. When their pace quickens, everything around me is a blur, I could only see Amon's horn dripping and covered with essence, a look of bliss on his face when he looks at me. He reaches over with one arm, pushing my head down and forcing it to stay there as he huffs.

"I'm...so...fucking...close...ah"

Meanwhile, Naberius was making a mess, drool from his jaws, the mixture of our fluids making each thrust slippery and loud. He doesn't speak, his growl much deeper followed by a whiney moan with one final thrust. My eyes shoot open when I feel it, his knot pushing past my entrance. Once inside it swelled nearly twice it's size, pressing against a spot that made me cum again. As both devils cry out I feel hot fluid enter me, filling both holes and making my head spin. My throat flexes as I swallow while my walls clench around the swollen knot. In a moment everything is quiet, filled with the enervated breaths of Naberius, Amon and my feeble moans while they were still inside me.

Amon pulls my head up first, pleased to see drool and un-swallowed cum drip from my mouth. "Heh, look at you MC...a complete mess."

I do nothing, not even a weak smile, cum drunk and still living in the moment. I try to move but I'm stopped in place. "Eh did the ribbons?" I start to ask still recovering, but Amon stops me and yawns as his gaze pans to his fellow noble.

"Ugh, this is going to take a while..."

I turn my head to look back at Naberius once more, as I spy a guilty look plastered all over his face. He's still naked, waist pressed against my backside and...his cock is still inside me. I try to pull myself away only for him to follow me as we both crash into Amon.

"Eh!? What is this?" I panic, but Amon rubs my head lazily as he explains.

"Nabe knotted you. It will take about half a hour for him to calm down maybe longer if you keep squirming like that."

"But! I can't let any of the Abaddon devil's see us like this, how embarrassing"

"Hehe, you're so cute. I'd kiss you but I'm so sleepy..." Amon dozes off leaning against the building behind him in an instant while Naberius tries to comfort me.

"My apologies MC, please endure a little while longer. I couldn't control myself. Just don't....ah!" He winces as another stream of cum erupts from him when I squirm again, the knot showing no signs of returning to it's prior size any time soon.

Great...this is what I get for thinking about dick again...I hope Asmodeus isn't too upset about us arriving late...

Though, what I wasn't aware of....were another two pairs of eyes watching the scene from afar, taking delight of my situation in full.

[opiopal]

random mc stuff that I dont want to be their own post so HERE WE GO.(a lot if not most of theses are cracked out lmao)

imagine an Mc who noticed certain dirty things in the HOL and REALLY wanted to something about it but couldn't cause they were still a stranger. so once all the pacts are made Mc immediately goes around the HOL and attacks all the spots that bug them.. and isn't afraid to vocalize their complaints. "lucifer, when was the last time you guys washed these curtains?? you know what, don't answer that, I can already tell that the last time these were washed I hadn't even been born yet." "who is in charge of sweeping?? there is so much dirt under these rugs!! common guys, seriously???" "Mammon, Levi, twins.. I love you guys SO much.. this is commmon knowledge at this point... but cleaning your pillow cases is NOT enough you NEED to also wash the pillow itself. you guys are gross. gather up your pillows we're doing a soak." "beel. come here and lift me up. I'm dusting the chandelier." "Lucifer, I do not CARE if you're working right now your shelves are littered with dust. either ignore me or go take a break because I'm not leaving."

once during breakfast the brothers could hear cerberus growling and grumbling in the basement, it was annoying but they were trying to ignore it until they realized Mc wasn't at the table.... which of course once it was pointed out they all rushed to the basement.. only to find cerberus laying on its back and Mc sitting above it and quickly rubbing and scratching under each heads chins while going "good boys!!!! good puppy!!!!" and cerberus very happily whining and grumbling with their tail thumping on the ground. when they manage to get Mc away from the silly, the only explanation mc gives it "there is a massive three headed dog that lives in the basement and is feared by 6 out of the 7 men who live here, how could I NOT pet them??? clearly no one but lucifer does!!"

imagine an Mc who is a selective mute, and normally communicates through ASL and notes. the first time they talk is after knowing the brothers for a GOOD amount of time, and its not a sweet wholesome moment no no. Mc comes home with Lucifer after they finished running errands, and the HOL had been: flooded by levi summoning lotan, the living room had been torn up by satan, the kitchen was in pieces because beel got hangry, asmo had joined in on the chaos after his bedroom got damaged as well, mammon was struggling to keep everyone together, and belphie was sleeping on a chandelier. of couse it dies down the moment they all see lucifer and mc got home, and before lucifer could say anything Mc threw their ars up and went "guys what the FUCK we've hardly been gone for an hour!!" of course all the chaos is forgotten for a second and replaced by multiple "YOUCANTALK?!"s, which then shock and amazement turned to shame as they realize the first time they were graced by Mc's voice was because they were being idiots and Mc was upset at them.

imagine an Mc who isn't really used to people caring all that much about them, and finds it very odd that the brothers+other characters care so much. so once their birthday comes around its turned into a birthday WEEK because Mc is being gifted things and being taken out everyday until their actual birthday, which BAFFLES them, so when their birthday comes its a huge event, Dia hosts the party at his castle, there are so many presents you'd think it would be for a family of 18 on christmas day. and when Mc is sat infront of their cake they can't help but suddenly start crying, while everyone is panicking the only thing Mc can say is "I-*hic*- love you guys so much!!" once they realized it was happy tears there was much less panic, and it was forgotten about for the rest of the evening.

You guys remember my post about pacts marks and Mc feeling a demons sin really strongly after making a pact with them??? well this relates to that. imagine if mc feels something strongly that sin kind of takes over for a while until mc is satisfied (asmo enjoyers do what you want with that info), so imagine: theres just a day were Mc doesn't get the chance to eat, first they slept in and just had to rush to RAD, then they had to skip lunch because they agreed to help a few clubs with advertising and projects, then they had to stay after for a student council meeting, then, just as they think they can maybe grab a snack they get held up again, by the time everyone is going home all the brothers can sense Mc's aggression, half way to the HOL lucifer says that they should just go eat at hells kitchen. so they're all seated, and the second Mc's food gets out they dont even bother with utensils, they just grab their food with their bare hands and eat like they're a starved dog. of course the brothers are concerned as to why they're acting like this, and mammon reaches to put a hand on Mc's shoulder as he says "hey- are you ok-" but he cant even finish talking before Mc jerks their head and nearly takes a few of his fingers off, though they dont bite him cause he moves away fast enough with a "EEP" and Mc's teeth loudly click together. so from then on the brothers make sure that Mc is able to eat something throughout the day if their schedule is packed to reduce the risk of losing fingers. honorable mention is Mc getting praised to much one day that the amount of pride they feel almost puts lucifer into a coma.(satan and belphie sometimes praise Mc a bunch to distract lucifer while he's working, another cheeky win for the anti lucifer league)

imagine an Mc who gets so over protective of the brothers, like CRAZY protective. there is a point were they hear someone talking SHIT about their found family trope, so ofc the reasonable reaction is to tackle the demon down to the ground and almost bite their ear off like some sort of rabid raccoon. another time Mc squares up with some sort of magical mythical beast in protection of the brothers, almost won and would have if the brothers didn't stop them.

imagine an Mc who is very introverted and is secretly a fanfic writer, so one day levi and Mc are hanging out, he's just rambling about whatever, until he eventually mentions that a fic he was reading hasn't gotten updated in a while and ist just so frustrating to him. when Mc asks which fic he was reading, he pull it up and shows them... which Mc realizes thats THEIR fic... and outloud without thinking they mumble "oohh I forgot about that one..." and levi freaks out and immediately is questioning what they mean by that. which they eventually have to admit it.

Imagine a little kid Mc, I mean like, LITTLE, as in like 7-8 yr. and they are just such a sweeite, and they work so hard. but I can also imagine that when they're first sent there and the introductions are happening, when lucifer introduces himself Mc immediately interupts and goes "lucifer?? like the cat from Cinderella?:0" and then ofc when mammon is assigned to take care of the child he is a lot nicer at first, I wouldn't be surprised if having Mc around reminded him of his younger siblings when they were that small,(yes I am a believer of the brothers being at least little kids at some point in their angel lives) but then eventually gets Mc to go along with a few schemes, which they both have fun cause really it just turns into bonding. then ofc asmo adores this little creature and has little dress up parties and helps Mc get ready for school in the morning so they always look their best!! lucifer gave him permission for this since he agrees that Mc should look put together despite being a child. I still think it takes a while for the brothers to warm up fully to Mc, but it goes by a lot faster since mc quickly becomes their new little sibling. I think it would be cute if what won over lucifer is Mc coming into his office at some point, saying that they have something for him, and gives him a drawing, lucifer ends up scooping them up to sit with him and they explain what they drew, and its mc and all the brothers:( that drawing is almost immediately framed and put up where everyone can see it.

thats all for now, but I have a LOT of Mc what if's and imagines, my fingers hurt from typing now lol.

[yanderemommabean]

for the red rooms in devildom, imagine lucifer finally deciding to give red rooms a shot when he realizes mc will soon leave devildom and/or keeps rejecting his affection

Lucifer being the avatar of pride means he can’t exactly handle rejection. Maybe a few times at first, seeing it as a way to chase and have fun and to prove himself to you and sweep you off of your feet, but after a while it really gets under his skin. 

Why? Why are you denying him? Sure he can understand being scared of him, he’s one of the most powerful demons after all, and sadly you were more than once on the wrong end of that ire and anger when you first arrived. He won’t deny that your emotions with those incidents are possibly why you wouldn’t want to be with him, but surely now you see hes trying to make amends? That he’d kiss the ground you walk on and make sure to keep you safe? 

It seems you were serious about denying and rejecting his affections. You tell everyone at dinner what a wonderful time you’ve had, and how in three days time you’re expected to leave, back to the human world, leaving them to wallow in your absence. 

Well, you won’t get away with that. He won’t let you make this mistake. He just gives a soft smile, a gentle hug, and tells you that he’ll miss you, but as you head up to bed and listen to Mammon and Levi’s blabbering and sobbing, Lucifer decides to make a rather last resort call. 

The Red Rooms. The last place he ever wanted to bring you. While they care for the darling's experience, he doesn’t want to have to force this, but you’re really leaving him no choice! 

He’ll make sure the rooms are to your tastes. Stuffed animals to cry into when overwhelmed, softer gags to be easier on your jaw, padded cuffs to make sure your delicate human skin isn’t bruised unless he decides to bruise it himself. 

The demon chuckles on the other end of the line but once they hear who’s making the call, they shut up and show respect. 

“Nothing rough. This is to prove my devotion and how I’m better than my brothers. I want only the best, the softest, the cleanest and the safest. I won’t hesitate to kill you and wring your blood into my food to devour. Do we have an understanding?” 

He goes through the list, his mind getting even more perverted than Asmo as he pictures how he’ll make you moan and whimper for him. “Oh? Well I must admit that golden hellfire newt syrup would be a nice touch but I'm as ready as ill need to be. Yes, I'm aware it's a potent aphrodisiac but I assure you, my love and lust know no bounds when it comes to my sweet little minx” 

The call goes on a little longer, Lucifer giving some final details on safety measures, only giving Diavolo's emergency number in case he completely loses himself, and so on. Who woulda thought the demons in the seediest parts of the underworld would be so caring? Then again it’s rumored Barbatos and Diavolo run the palace in disguise so…

When asked how they are to bring you in, Lucifer just smiles and tries not to break the phone in an angered crush. To think they’d touch you, it just sent a pang of anger through his core. But he knows they’re simply doing their job, so he can’t exactly kill them just yet.

“I’ll use the spells you have on hand, or ill bring them in myself under a guise of a last dinner together. You’ll know it's me by what I'm wearing. None of this better go wrong, or I assure you, you wont live to warn the others of my wrath”.

-Mommabean (HI! I hope you likes this bean!!)

[another-lost-mc]

a new dating sim catches your eye and asmo is absolutely 100% not jealous at all.

a date with death | asmodeus x gn!reader

cw: sfw (slightly suggestive towards the end). pet names (asmo calls reader darling, sunshine). vague spoilers for parts of the game (up to day five). silly fluff and jealousy over 2d characters.

word count: 1.2k words

a/n: I really like this game (a date with death) btw, I definitely recommend it.

"I tried that new game you've been playing."

Asmo's comment catches you off-guard and your eyes slowly blink open. You were on the verge of sleep, warm and content with his chest pressed against your back and his arm draped loosely over your waist. The words are muffled slightly against your shoulder, his lips leaving a sticky trail from the hydrating mask he smoothed over them as part of his nightly skincare routine.

You've been playing a new dating sim lately. You knew Asmo peered at the monitor over your shoulder to see what you were up to, but he didn't seem all that interested. He didn't give any indication that he wanted to play it himself, either.

It's not the first romance-based game you've played in the Devildom and he never cared before. He thinks it's cute when you find a character that appeals to you. Sometimes he watches you play through the stories, or he'll listen with a smile while you talk about the game later.

When you offered to play other games with him in the past, he insisted that was Levi's area of expertise. That didn't prevent him from finding his own ways to enjoy your hobby with you though. He preferred to indulge you with a little bit of roleplay instead: parading around his room dressed like your favourite characters, imitating their speech patterns and mannerisms to sweep you off your feet, and seducing you as if they had come to life.

(Later, he seduced you properly as himself because no one can ever love you as much as he does).

But he knew right away that this particular game was different. You giggled at your desk while you tapped away at your computer. It made you smile in a soft and charming sort of way. It irked him that some pictures and words on a screen drew that sort of reaction from you the same way he did.

You lean back and glance at him over your shoulder. His expression is hard to read in the dark, but you can feel the heavy weight of his stare on your face. "I didn't know you wanted to play it. You should've told me! Did you like it?"

"Not at all," he declares firmly, and you can't help but chuckle at his sharp response.

"Really? Why not?"

"I'm so glad you asked, darling," he says as he turns over and sits up suddenly. He flips on the lamp beside him, and he rubs the back of his hand against your cheek in apology when you wince as light illuminates his room. He plucks something off the bedside table and waves it in your direction with a flourish. "I made a list!"

You give him a skeptical look as you roll over to give him your full attention, and he clears his throat and taps the top of the page. "My first complaint is the ridiculous title: I Made a Bet and Have to Survive the Next Seven Days Without Falling in Love With a Babygirl Reaper Who Wants My Soul! Seriously? The title alone should warn you how terrible it's going to be."

"That's not what it's called in the human world," you explain with a shrug. "I don't understand why they changed it here, it's a little bit silly."

He tsks under his breath. "Silly indeed. Where do I even begin with this so-called love interest? It's almost like the creators have never met a real reaper before. I can assure you most of them aren't as nice or cute as they make him out to be." The look he shoots you next is oddly serious, and it sends a chill up your spine as his words sink in. "I recommend not getting too close to their kind. Thirteen seems docile enough, but I prefer your body and soul to remain in one piece."

You're not sure how to begin to respond to that little speech, but he pokes the paper with his finger and continues reading his list of "glaring issues" with the game. The complaints get more ridiculous and obscure, and it's only when he gets to the bottom of the page that the reason for his sour mood dawns on you.

"...and when I thought it couldn't get any worse, he calls you 'sunshine.' He has some nerve - that's what I call you. Remember when Mammon thought it would be funny to call you his sunshine too?" A dangerous gleam twinkles in his eyes before it disappears just as quickly. "At least he learned not to do that again," he murmurs under his breath.

You shuffle over on your knees and swing your leg over his thighs so you can sit in his lap. "Do you have any other complaints on that little list of yours?" you ask him with a teasing smile.

He huffs in frustration and his frown is adorable - of course he has one more grievance to share. "That stupid reaper doesn't even know your favourite flower. Tomorrow I'm going to buy you the biggest and most beautiful bouquet you've ever seen."

He finally drops the paper but neither of you spare it a second glance as it falls over the side of the bed and flutters to the floor. He wraps his arms around you and squeezes your waist gently, slumping his head against your chest with a drawn-out sigh. "I don't see what you like about him."

"Oh, Asmo." You run your hands gently through his hair as you hide your smile against the crown of his head. "Are you telling me there's a video game character you're actually jealous of?"

"Of course not," he mumbles into your collarbone, mouthing softly at the skin with little flicks of his tongue but it's not quite enough to distract you. "I wanted to see what all the hype was about." His teeth graze the bottom of your throat and you swallow down a quiet moan. "I found it extremely disappointing, by the way."

You cradle his jaw gently and tilt his head up so you can kiss the corner of his mouth. "You're so cute when you pout," you coo softly, just to watch how his cheeks turn pink. "I hope you know that he could pop into existence and appear outside your window right now, and I still wouldn't be interested in him. He's not you."

The words seem to soothe him a bit if the purring in his chest is anything to go by. You kiss the tip of his nose and let out a quiet squeak when he grasps the back of your neck and pulls you down so he can kiss you.

Repeatedly.

"You're right, darling." Kiss. "He's completely irrelevant," kiss "and I've already forgotten what his name is."

The world tilts suddenly as Asmo flips you onto your back and braces his weight on his hands. You giggle when he leans down and noses along your jaw. One of his hands slowly glides down your chest and tugs at the hem of your shirt, lifting it up and tossing it aside without a second thought.

"Let's see if I can make you forget his name too, hmm?"

read more: asmodeus masterlist | obey me masterlist

[ephie-om]

Yes I know it’s canon that the bros are afraid of Cerbie but respectfully I’m throwing that out the window

CW: slight implication of animal death (not Cerberus I swear)

Day 18: Cerberus

Cerberus yawns, first the left head, then the middle, then the right, baring wickedly sharp teeth. He stretches lazily and rolls onto his back, glossy black fur shining in the torchlight. A sound from the mouth of the cavern perks his ears, and he quickly gets to his feet. He doesn’t smell an intruder, but it’s not Lucifer. His eyes train on the darkness as a large form enters the tomb.

Beelzebub comes into view, approaching slowly. “Hey there,” he murmurs, his voice low and soothing, Cerberus bounds up to him, sniffing his hand. He smells like soap and a bit of sweat, and leans in to hug Cerberus’ head in his arms. The massive tail thumps against the floor, happy for the rare visit. Beel scratches up and down two of his chins with both hands, and one of his tongues loll out happily. Cerberus wags his tail and barks playfully, shoving a nose into Beel’s midsection. He laughs and pushes the head out of the way while another one snaps playfully in his direction. “Y’know, sometimes it’s nice to play around with something bigger than me,” the demon remarks with a chuckle.

Mammon runs quickly down the stairs, shutting the door quietly behind him. “Hey, buddy,” he calls softly to Cerberus. He can smell the adrenaline and his eyes narrow, sniffing the air. “You wouldn’t happen to have somewhere I can stash something, would ya?” He looks around the room frantically, and Cerberus catches the scent of something delicious. Mammon produces three sizeable bones wrapped in butcher’s paper, still dripping in grease. Massive drops of drool hit the stone floor as all six eyes focus on their prize. Mammon tosses a bone to each head, which catch it midair. “Yeah, you like me a little better now, huh?” He runs to the back corner of the room, but none of the heads pay him any mind, only barely taking notice of his exit.

Asmodeus trots down the stairs, smelling like a lab-grown peach. “Hello, sweetheart,” he croons. Cerberus yips in greeting, raising two of his heads from the floor. Asmo walks up and begins to stroke his noses gently, and his eyelids flutter in happiness. “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about a magical necklace that a scumbag demon stole from me, would you?” Cerberus whines in response. “Well, I’m sure you won’t mind if I just take a quick look around.” He gives Cerberus one last pat on the nose and meanders away, honey eyes sweeping the room. He spots a trail on the ground, like something had been moved, and follows it until he finds something. Cerberus’ ears twitch at the grating noise as the stone moves again, and all heads raise as Asmodeus screeches. “MOTHERFUCKER! I KNEW IT!”

Belphegor trudges down the stairs, carrying a thick blanket in a bundle hugged to his chest. Cerberus cracks open one eye and stares at him, and Belphegor stares back. “Lucifer keeps waking me up. Something about how I shouldn’t be sleeping during a student council meeting,” he says simply. He lets Cerberus sniff his hand with one nose, while another inspects the blanket. Both heads lay back down, satisfied, and Belphegor settles himself against the soft fur of Cerberus’ belly. The beast looks back at him, then curls protectively around the demon. Belphegor pulls his blanket over his body, and the sound of breathing slows.

Satan enters the tomb awkwardly, protecting a glass bottle and a large plastic bucket. Cerberus catches the scent of roc offal rising from the bucket, making his mouth water. “Already have what I need, I see,” the demon chuckles. Satan uncorks the bottle with a *pop* and walks forward, leaving the bucket behind him. Cerberus walks forward eagerly, but Satan steps in his way. “Just a moment longer, here.” Cerberus whines and tries to step over the demon, who pushes back gently on his knee. He holds the bottle underneath the middle mouth, dripping drool. “Hellhound saliva is awfully hard for most demons to find, you know. Lucky I’ve got you. They won’t know what hit them.” Cerberus paws at the obstacle again, distressed. Satan holds him for only a couple seconds longer before stepping aside. Cerberus bounds to the bucket and digs in greedily, devouring the bloody mess with one bite from each head.

A familiar scent reaches Cerberus’ nose, rousing him from sleep. He barks loudly, scrambling to his feet. Lucifer comes into view and Cerberus licks his entire body, almost knocking him to the ground. “Glad to see you too,” he laughs, petting every inch of fur he can reach. Cerberus’ tail wags so hard his back claws dig into the stone floor to keep balance. “We’re going to do something fun today,” Lucifer announces. Cerberus barks with all three heads again, and Lucifer opens the massive doors to the tomb. His massive paws claw up chunks of dirt as he leaps from side to side, breathing in the fresh air. Lucifer lets him play for a moment, then whistles sharply. Cerberus springs back to his side, keeping pace with the demon.

He only wanders off occasionally to sniff something off the path, but always returns to Lucifer’s side. They walk through the woods until trees give way to sand. Cerberus smells something odd, salty and meaty. A pool comes into view, bigger than Cerberus has ever seen before. It stretches further than he can see, and he looks back to Lucifer, who makes no move to stop him. He rockets towards it, kicking up buckets of sand, and sees something odd as he steps into shallow water. In the depths, he sees an undulating colorful creature nearly as big as him. He wades in further, starting to paddle, and smells the scent of the third brother.

Leviathan, in his sea serpent form, coils playfully around Cerberus. His long body flashes scales of bright pink, orange, and purple as he swims by. Cerberus yips and splashes the water with his paws, sending the colors rippling. Back on the beach, Lucifer sits on the sand, content to watch them play. Bubbles rise to the surface as the two massive beasts swim in circles, a never-ending game of chase.

[typingdyslexiaisathing]

Mammon Adores His Human (Obey Me!) fic

The sounds of sniffling and sobs woke Mammon. Making him grumble instinctually before he recognized who it was crying. So he snapped awake to then turn to you in the bed. His mind frantic as he saw you rubbing at your eyes and trying to make yourself as small as possible. Yet he wasted no time in touching you. Both hands to your shoulders as he asked you, "Hey now. What's got you all sniffling and not sleeping, huh?"

He figured it was a nightmare or stress or something. But he wasn't expecting what you said at all. You told him how you felt like a failure. How you were a terrible person and didn't do enough for people. That you didn't feel like you deserved to be with anyone and that you were worthless. Mammon was shocked to hear you say such wild things. His internal monologue going a mile a second with 'Why would you ever think that?! Who made you feel this way?! Is this just a dumb human thing or a you thing?!' It honestly left Mammon at a loss for what to say to you.

So he decided to act instead of just speak. Taking his warm hands to place them to your cheeks and give them a gentle squish to get your attention. Meeting your gaze to look serious for once. His own words deep and rich with affection. "You silly human. I have no idea why you think that. So let the Great Mammon tell you this right now. You are the most amazing and wonderful person in all the three realms and any other besides. You do tons for me and my brothers and loads of other people all the time. Because you try your best every time. The Great Mammon sees you. I cannot begin to tell you just how much I love you."

So Mammon leaned in to give you a kiss on the forehead. Sweeping you into his arms to hug you close and sigh into the crown of your head. "You are my number one favorite fan. Nobody means more to me. Sure, I ain't the only one here to thinks that of you. I have to all but fight fang and claw to have you all to myself instead of Lucifer or Asmo or any of my other brothers. We all love you and value you as you are. Silly human. My heart has so much love for you it might explode into dozens of fireworks. I can't get enough of you and how you make me and my family feel. As your first man, I'll always love you."

He felt you shiver in his arms to then openly cry into his front. His hands rubbing over your back and arms as you thanked him for being so sweet. He let you cry it out and hugged you tight. Until the both of you laid back down and fell asleep. With Mammon thinking he would talk to Solomon and Lucifer later about how to help you feel more valued and cherished.

[mammons-lover]

Fuckin' Sugar!

When I was younger, my older siblings would offer me candies and snacks so I could clean their rooms since I got very hyper and needed something to do. But when we ran out of snacks, they'd give me spoonfuls of raw sugar, lmao. And that shit had me jumping off the walls, cleaning, running around, and then crashing. I believe they would do this with Beelzebub.

Cred: @enchanthings-a for the divider

Buy Me Coffee💖

Satan stared at the list of chores stuck to the fridge like it was personally out to get him. “I’m not doing the kitchen. I did it last time.”

Ugh, same. I just did my skincare routine and there’s no way I’m risking fumes and elbow grease on my pores. Not happening.” Asmodeus said from the doorway, already filing his nails.

Satan turned to glare. “You never do the kitchen.”

“Well then, it’s your turn to keep up the streak,” Asmo said sweetly, giving him a wink.

They both stared at the disaster zone that used to be the kitchen. Crumbs. Grease. Questionable slime. Something was moving in the sink but neither addressed it.

Asmo sighed. “Too bad Beel’s not home. He’d do it if we gave him snacks.”

Satan looked at him slowly. “...Is he not home?”

Asmo blinked. “...Wait. No. He is home.”

Both of them turned in unison, eyes lighting up.

Beel was on his bed surrounded by snack wrappers, eating what looked like a meat bun stacked with marshmallows. He blinked slowly as they entered, mid-chew.

“Hey Beel,” Asmo said, voice sing-songy and suspicious. “If you wash the dishes, I’ll give you this whole box of cupcakes,” Asmo said sweetly, holding it up like a treasure chest.

Beel stared. “...All of them?”

“All twelve,” Asmo nodded.

Beel stood up immediately and marched to the kitchen without a word.

Satan and Asmo exchanged grins.

Five minutes later, Beel was scrubbing the stove with unnatural vigor. Satan dropped an entire blueberry pie on the table.

“Nice job. Do the counters too and this is yours.”

Beel didn’t even respond. Just nodded and kept scrubbing.

Asmo came back with a handful of fancy chocolates and candies. “If you clean the hallways too, I’ll throw these in.”

By the time Levi peeked into the hallway, Beel was on his knees scrubbing tile grout with the focus of a man on a mission.

Levi blinked. “…Why is Beel doing all the chores?”

“He’s working for snacks,” Satan said, arms crossed and smug.

Levi narrowed his eyes. “No way. For real?”

“Yup,” Asmo chimed. “We just gave him some desserts and now look at him go.”

Levi stared a little longer, “...Are there any snacks left?”

“Almost out,” Satan muttered.

Levi ran to the fridge, flung it open, empty. Just sauces and condiments. He checked the freezer. A single bag of peas. He turned to the cabinets. Nothing but flour, chocolate chips, and random baking supplies.

“Guys—there’s no food left.”

“Sucks for you.” Satan said smugly.

Leviathan starts going through the ingredients and pulls out a tub of frosting. “Beel! If you sweep the dining room, I’ll give you this!”

Beel was already halfway there with the broom.

Next came the chocolate chips.

Then some jelly.

They were throwing ingredients at him like bribes.

Two hours in, everything was gone. Every. Last. One.

Levi opened the fridge. “Guys... we’re out of everything.”

Satan slammed the pantry. “Nothing in here either.”

Asmo opened the cabinets, then froze. Slowly, his eyes fell on a giant glass jar sitting at the back. “I mean... we do have the sugar.”

All three were now looking at the big glass jar tucked in the back.

“No way,” Levi said. “Lucifer will kill us.”

“Just one spoon,” Satan offered. “It’s not like we’re feeding him crack.”

“That is his version of crack,” Asmo muttered, but no one listened.

The lid came off.

One spoon went in.

Ten minutes later Beel was moving like a blur.

Like a demon possessed. Like if caffeine had legs.

The living room? Spotless. The hallway? Gleaming. The ceiling? Polished. He was scrubbing walls with one hand and vacuuming with the other. Someone handed him another spoon of sugar and he immediately started cleaning under the couch cushions.

“He’s not even doing assigned chores anymore,” Asmo whispered in awe, clutching the empty sugar jar.

“He’s cleaning the doorknobs,” Levi said. “Individually.”

Satan stares like he was watching a ghost.

By the time the front door creaked open, the house was sparkling. Literally sparkling.

Mammon walked in first, mid-sentence. “I’m just saying, if anyone touched my chips again, I’m gonna—”

He froze.

Mammon slowly took off his sunglasses. “...Did we get robbed by a cleaning crew?”

Belphegor wandered in, yawning. “Is it… glowing in here?”

Lucifer walked in behind them, scanning the walls like they were booby-trapped. “...What the hell is going on?”

Every surface was gleaming. The banister reflected the chandelier. The hallway smelled like sugar and victory. Even the doorknobs looked polished.

Lucifer narrowed his eyes and walked toward the living room.

Beel was passed out cold on the couch, drooling into a pillow. Asmo was laying face-down on the rug. Satan had his back against the wall, looking dazed. Levi was curled up next to the entertainment system with a bruise on his forehead.

Lucifer blinked. “…What happened.”

Asmo held a finger to his lips. “Shhh… we just got him to sleep.”

Lucifer didn’t say anything. Just slowly turned and walked toward the kitchen. That’s when they heard it.

“WHERE THE HELL IS ALL THE FOOD?!” Mammon screamed.

Lucifer stormed back in.

Levi, Satan, and Asmo all looked at each other and shrugged.

Lucifer gave them a long, murderous stare.

No one moved.

Lucifer stared, fuming. “Explain. Now.”

Satan pointed at Beel. “We... may have fed him sugar.”

“A lot of sugar,” Levi added.

“...Like... half the jar,” Asmo admitted, wincing.

“Well…the whole jar.” Satan added.

Lucifer didn’t speak. His eye twitched.

One second passed.

Two.

Then—

“YOU GAVE HIM FUCKING SUGAR?!”

This basically sums up my early childhood—being the youngest meant I was the designated sugar-powered cleaner. Honestly surprised I don’t have ten cavities and a permanent twitch, lmao.

Mini life update (if anyone cares): I did good in my classes (yay me), but now I’m trying to transfer schools and it’s lowkey a nightmare. I wanna go fully online, but apparently that costs a kidney, a chunk of soul, and possibly a loan (Noooooo). I thought it’d be cheaper since I’m using my own devices and buying my own supplies but nope, it turns out online school is just bougie homeschooling.

Fingers crossed someone gives me a full ride. Anywayyyy bye bye nowwwww 🫶✨

[onyourowndaisymae]

asmodeus takes his family very seriously. even though it may seem like he detests the arrangement at times, he'd take a bullet for any one of them-- or worse-- without a second thought. his definition of family is centered around an unbreakable bond of love and care.

the brush maneuvers delicately around your cuticles. vibrant color sweeps across your nailbeds in a thin layer. asmo is careful not to stain your delicate skin with the polish, and any wandering droplets are quickly swiped away as soon as they come. his thoroughness is a subtle sign of affection, unlike his honeyed words and overdramatic sweeping gestures.

there. perfect.

he takes a certain delight in seeing you walk around RAD with your nails painted. he began the little tradition of painting his brother's nails shortly after they fell-- it was a sign of unity, something to pull them all close together regardless of the adversity they faced as fallen angels. and now, with that wash of color on your nails, you're a part of the family, too.

[fickleminder]

bound by blood (8)

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The retreat at the Demon Lord's Castle was supposed to be for the Avatars and exchange students, not what seemed like half the Devildom. But Diavolo's will was law, and with a snap of his fingers, the main hall had been transformed into a glamorous ballroom filled with tables of fancy food and guests dressed to the nines.

"There you are." Satan grinned at the way Kirana jumped and spun around to face him. A pillar in the corner wasn't the best hiding place, especially not with the long, flowy gown Barbatos had conjured for her. "May I have this dance?"

Kirana's cheeks flushed as she looked away. "Oh, I'm okay to just watch. I wasn't expecting so many people to appear out of nowhere…"

"I promise not to let you fall flat on your face," Satan insisted, holding out his hand and schooling his expression into one of sincerity. After all, allowing his partner to stumble would reflect poorly on him too. "Come on, you'll be bored out of your mind standing there all night."

Kirana glanced at his hand, then at his face. Something in her came to a decision, and she accepted his invitation with a shy smile.

To her credit, she picked up the rhythm quickly, following the pace Satan had set as he led her around the ballroom. There were a few close calls where she nearly stepped on his feet, but otherwise the demon didn't let her slow down enough to notice the attention they were attracting, putting himself between her and the curious eyes of other guests.

"Just focus on me." Satan mentally preened when Kirana's gaze snapped from the polished floor to him. Her eyes were wide with awe, her cheeks rosy from dancing, and her lips parted just so. Coaxing her out of hiding had been the right move; it was the perfect opportunity to sweep her off her feet and charm her all night—

"Pardon me, might I cut in?" Without waiting for an answer, Solomon swooped in and took Satan's place. "A new song has started, and I'd love the chance to dance with Kirana too."

"You—!"

"Thanks Satan!" The sorcerer was quick to steer Kirana towards the other end of the ballroom, leaving Satan to fume over his foiled plan. "Whew, that was close! Sorry for interrupting your fun, but I did want to talk to you."

"It's okay." Kirana tried not to sound too disappointed. She'd been having a good time… "What is it?"

"You may have made pacts with demons, but you still lack the power to command them. Everyone has some amount of magical power by nature, but seeing how it doesn't even manifest itself in you to begin with, you can't take command of their powers."

"Is that so bad? I don't want to force Mammon and Levi into anything. And why would I need to use their powers?"

"As a pact holder, you should experience what it's like to control a demon." Solomon's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Honestly, you're a destabilizing element here in this world. I'm curious to know what would happen if I lent you my power. We're on a retreat after all, so why waste this opportunity?"

"If you say so…" Kirana mumbled. Solomon was the expert here; who was she to turn him down?

.

.

.

"And this won't hurt them?"

"Not at all. They may complain about getting yanked away from whatever they were doing, but being summoned is painless."

"…Will it hurt me?"

Solomon's expression softened. "No, and pacted demons can't harm their masters either. You will, however, feel a strain on your body if you try to summon a demon you don't have a pact with or lend them your power, but that's what I'm here for tonight. I'm going to lend you some of my power, and then I want you to try summoning Asmo."

"Isn't he painting his nails now—"

"It's fine, he'll understand!" Solomon waved her off. "Now, these are the basic incantations you should know…"

As expected, Asmodeus was whining about spilled nail polish after being summoned into the room. But what surprised all three of them was him showing up in his demon form practically brimming with power.

"Wait, this was your doing?" He gasped loudly and blinked at Kirana. "Not even Solomon has ever managed to draw this much out of me!"

"Yes, that is interesting…" The sorcerer muttered to himself, frowning so deeply that Kirana wondered if she should apologize for upstaging him or something.

"Your magical aura feels familiar somehow." Asmodeus grasped Kirana's chin and stared deep into her eyes, smirking when she squirmed uncomfortably. "I've decided! I'll make a pact with you~"

"What? Why?"

"Because your power is impressive, and I'm not above making a pact to have access to it, unlike a certain older brother of mine."

Well, at least he was honest about it. Kirana could only nod dumbly as something warm branded itself near the base of her spine.

"Oh, this is fantastic! We're going to have so much fun together~" Asmo transformed back and started pushing Solomon out the door. "It's girl talk time, so shoo."

"But this is my room—"

"Love you, bye!"

The door slammed shut, and with his pact holder finally out of the way, Asmo happily plopped himself down next to Kirana on the bed. "Well, now that I've gotten a taste of your power, I can see why Satan has his eye on you."

"Is my magic really that strong?" Kirana glanced at her hands. "I've never done any of this before…"

"Honey, let me put it into perspective for you: the night you forged a blood pact with Satan, he got into another fight with Lucifer after coming home and actually managed to overpower him for a brief period."

Kirana's jaw dropped. "No way…"

"Yes way!" Asmo shuddered imperceptibly, remembering how Satan's moment of triumph had been short-lived. After the pact broke, Kirana's power disappeared with it, and he took Lucifer's subsequent beating with the most deranged smile on his face. "I suppose that was when Satan decided he needed to get his hands on you."

So that was why she had blacked out after making it back to her apartment, Kirana realized belatedly. Satan had been siphoning her energy the entire night.

"I can give you some cream for this. As my pact holder, you should always look your best!" Asmo reached out and traced the light scar on Kirana's cheek, where Satan had struck her with his tail all those weeks ago. "I've seen how you act with Mammon and Levi; I can't imagine what goes on behind closed doors with them—"

"Wha— Asmo!"

"—but I wouldn't mind having some of that~" The demon licked his lips and fixed her with a sultry gaze.

Kirana couldn't help but laugh. "Just being my friend is enough! You're nice to talk to, and I really admire how cheerful and confident you are."

Asmo cooed at her, feeling the urge to squeeze her tight like a stuffed Devilbear. "Oh my, you're too precious! Now I really want to show you a good time~"

"I'll pass, thanks."

"Would you still say no if it were Satan asking?"

Kirana blushed and looked away, but her silence said all that Asmo needed to hear.

[koolades-world]

good news and bad news

good news: just took my last final (managed to get a 94 on it!) and i looked really cute while doing it! bad news: I accidentally gave myself blisters on my feet from power walking in shoes that are not meant to be power walked in lol

hence, the inspo for this drabble!

It wasn’t hard to get the brothers to give you the princess treatment. All it took was the hint of anything but being content. While it could get obnoxious at times, you milked it when you could.

After a day out with Asmo at what was essentially Coachella, you quickly discovered the source of your foot pains. Several blisters had formed mostly on your heels as you hadn’t had time to break in your shoes before the event. When Asmo discovered you inspecting the damage, he began acting what you’d consider fairly dramatic.

At first, you tried to calm him down as he presented you with an armful of products to speed up the recovery process. However, once you realized you’d likely be able to get an extension on the project you’d been procrastinating on, you began to play it up.

As soon as you got home, almost every brother was upon you. It had been all Asmo could talk about on the phone to Mammon, who told everyone else. Mammon was quick to sweep you off your feet, and he looked like he was holding back tears. Beel leant over his shoulder, your bags in his hands and concern written all over his face. The two absent brothers, Levi and Belphie, were already in your room, making it comfortable. Lucifer and Satan tried their hardest to seem the least concerned, but you could tell they would be the most so until they got a good look at you for themselves.

Even though something as simple as blisters didn’t stop you from doing most of your day to day tasks, it wasn’t hard to convince the brothers to treat you like royalty. You needed to get to dinner? All you had to do was ask Mammon or Beel, and they’d carry you there. You wanted to change the channel, but the remote was just out of your reach? Satan, who was seated next to you at all time, would just pass it to you. You found yourself tossing and turning while trying to fall asleep? Say no more, Belphie has the perfect solution, no matter what. You could forget about opening doors for yourself, or doing your own hair. The brothers would be willing to do whatever you needed, and more.

You knew that some of them knew you were playing it up, but you were their soft spot, after all.

[sparkbeast20]

aside from obm lucifer, whb kings would sweep the floor with their obm counterparts

I love my demon brothers... But if I have to say...

Most of them sadly, maybe cause Solmare isn't using the demon brothers powers or they just slap *they cast a spell that solve the problem*

Note: Even though I believe that power scaling is a big components in battle/fights. I'm a truly believe in David and Goliath style of fighting. Where strength isn't everything you can outwit your opponent it just leans on how experience they are.

Let start, I'm open to debate with these.

WHB!Mammon has defense and OM!Mammon has speed. WHB!M can create a building around him or use his shield to protect him, OM!M has to be quick about it. Cause once shield is up or his protection, OM!M hope that WHB!M ran out of his power. Cause WHB!M has one of the best defenses.

WHB!Leviathan and OM!Leviathan is the closest I could see matching, both can summon monsters and both can survive being underwater.

WHB!Belphegor and OM!Belphegor, Hm... Sorry, Belphie. But have you seen Beleth's event where WHB!Belph place everyone what is close to a infinite tsukuyomi/Genjutsu and he turned into a three eye skeleton that shoot lasers. Though, WHB!Belph had said that he might be powerful but because of his sin. He won't fight as much. OM!Belphie has a chance if he attacks first.

WHB!Satan and OM!Satan, you might think that is a brain and brawns fight. But WHB!S knows his ways around a battle field, hell he lives to the fight and violent. I kinda think that OM!S has a chance if he can outsmart him with traps and curses. But OM!S has to deal with WHB!S devil form.

WHB!Asmodeus and WHB!Asmodeus... *Leaving out the they'll just fuck joke here* Both seem to have mind altering powers, however again WHB!A has experience in battles... *insert that one official pic of him fighting with his dick out.* OM!A might have fought in the celestial war, and I doubt that Asmo would fight him.

WHB!Beelzebub and OM!Beelzebub, OM!B has the strength and durability that can last a fight, so WHB!B has to outsmart him by using all his ability to tire him out.

These are my thought and I'll happy to hear from people's thought on the brothers vs Kings.

I've been think of these demons/devils fighting ever since Asmodeus from WHB was revealed, I want to do a second part of my om x whb fic.