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faramore-drafts · 3 days ago
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AWWWW!
Humans have this thing called "cuteness aggression". Humans experiencing cuteness aggression may feel the urge to bite, pinch, squeeze, or even crush something cute, but it's not a genuine desire to cause harm.
That was what the human was feeling right now. They sat still on Asmo's bed while watching him get ready for their hang out. They watched how Asmo was humming a tune of the new hit song from an idol in Devildom. He looked so happy and content while putting on some eye make-up.
The human stood up from his bed and walked towards him with a blank face. 'Asmo's so cute...he looks like a bunny', the human thought.
Asmo watched the human walk towards him through the mirror. "Hm?~ I wonder what my little lamb needs?~" He hummed in a cheery tone.
The human stared at how soft his cheeks looked. They were like steamed buns with a blush of pink. In another comparison, like a bunny.
They leaned down to his shoulders and bit it gently.
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Asmo blinked and gasped in surprise from the sudden movement of the human. "...dear, what are you doing?" He asked.
They mumbled an apology before placing their hands on his shoulders. "You looked so cute that I wanted to bite your cheeks...but you'll get mad if I ruined your makeup..."
Asmo's brush was dropped to his desk and he turned around to face the human slowly. "Hm..I think you spend too much time with Beel..." He nagged and stood up.
With a smile, he wrapped his arms around the human and kissed their cheek. "But still~ I guess I could forgive you for biting my shoulder~ You called me cute after all!" He cheered. As Asmo was attacking them with kisses, they felt it again. The cuteness aggression. With a swift of a second, they wrapped their arms around his waist and hugged him as tight as they could.
Asmo's giggles filled the room. "Dear, you're very affectionate right now. I wonder why?~" He whispered through their ear before cupping their face.
"...you're too cute Asmo, makes me want to eat you"
Asmo's smile turned into a playful smirk. "Now that's not what you want to tell the Avatar of Lust if you want to keep your clothes on!" He chuckled and gave the human a kiss on the forehead.
After half an hour of literally just being in each other's arms, they finally decided it was time to leave and went to the jewelry store just like what they had originally planned for today.
The human was squeezing and pinching and attacking Asmo with kisses every now and then the whole day. Needless to say, Asmo was very happy. So was the human, of course.
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"...and suddenly they bit my shoulder! It's not like it hurt or anything, it was just so random..." Asmo threw his arms up in the air as he was telling the tale to Solomon.
The sorcerer chuckled and flipped a page from his book. "I think they got cuteness aggression, Asmo" He could relate to his fellow human in a way. Asmo was just one hell of an adorable demon as far as he has known the Avatar of Lust.
The lust demon looked at him confused. "Cuteness...what?" He furrowed his eyebrows and leaned closer to the table to get closer to Solomon. "Is that some kind of illness?"
Solomon shook his head with a smile and closed his book, his attention now full on the demon in front of him. "Cute aggression is a psychological phenomenon where humans experience the urge to squeeze, bite, or pinch something perceived as cute, not with the intention to harm, but as a way to cope with overwhelming positive emotions." He explained thoroughly. The demon looked at him in awe.
"Humans do that? That's so cute!~" He exclaimed. Solomon watched the demon ramble about how cute humans are and their behaviours. The sorcerer couldn't stop himself, after all, he is a human too.
He grabbed Asmo's hand and squeezed it before placing a kiss on top of his hand. Asmo stopped rambling and looked at the sorcerer in shock and excitement. "...Is this also a cuteness aggression you talk about?"
Solomon chuckled and gave him another squeeze before letting go of his hand. "Perhaps."
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devildomwriter · 2 days ago
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“I’m never leavin’ you two alone…NEVEEEER!”
— Mammon to Asmodeus and MC (Chapter 8-16)
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siminnne · 3 days ago
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blacksheepoftheclass · 1 day ago
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PRETTY BOYS KISS.
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seerachii-art · 8 hours ago
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GUYS STOP IT WITH THE LEGALLY BASMO
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Legally Blonde Asmo
I think this is pretty self explanatory.
Buh bye.
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fridgemissionmaster · 3 days ago
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Beelzebub x Reader ft.rest of the bros: March Prompt/Day 26
Prompt list/available prompt requests here, making a fic everyday of march
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“Are you sure?”
“I mean, yeah. Pretty much just scraps at this point. Maybe Mammon or Asmo can help me find a replacement.” With that you dropped the torn fabric into the emptied recycling bin, shivering a little as you walked away. “Besides, it’s going to warm up soon anyway.” Beel didn’t like that… strained tone in your voice.
Beelzebub slipped the scraps into his pocket before draping his jacket over you, those sleeves dragging against the ground, the garment more of the cloak on you. “You don’t have too!”
“I’m fine.” He adjusted it a little to make sure it wouldn’t slip off your little human frame.
Unfortunately human clothing was much less durable than demon’s. Most of your wardrobe were things from here but you still had the occasional item from home. One had to be careful though as the daily chaos of Devildom life would destroy any human garments easily. At least you didn’t get hurt but…
Carefully Beel hand washed the thing in the sink, it was so thin at parts Beel worried it’d just disintegrate in the washing machine. But then what? It wasn’t like there was enough fabric left to make you a new jacket let alone repair it.
Actually…
“Levi, how do you repair clothing?”
“You uh… find…” That tap, tap, tapping came to an abrupt stop just as the music did, a pause menu now displayed on the handheld. Utterly baffled the third born looked over his shoulder. “Beel!?”
Beelzebub held out the scraps to his older brother. “… What’s this?”
“What’s left of MC’s favorite jacket.”
“Hmm.” Levi scrutinized the bits of fabric trying to figure out some way to put his baby brother down gently. “I don’t…”
“I thought so.”
“OH! Well, then, Good.” And with that Levi turned back to his game.
… Was there really nothing he could do? But if even Levi didn’t think anything could be done, then it was impossible. Maybe Barbatos could help? Didn’t he sew an outfit for you once? Could he know a way? Even then, Beel had seen Levi make so many extravagant outfits, and he certainly couldn’t count how many times he gave Levi one of his jerseys to repair only for it to be given back good as new, so if he couldn’t surely no one could. Besides then Levi had a whole shirt to work with not… this.
“FINE!”
“Huh?”
“We’re going to my room.” With that Levi began stomping off. “I swear, you and Belphie and your puppy eyes.” But Levi only glanced at his face for a moment, focusing on the fabric before. Did he have an odd expression?
Beelzebub stood by the door while Levi got a big fold out table from behind some shelving, setting it up, before patting his hands on it. “Come on. I need to know what we’re working with here.”
“…”
It was almost sad to look at.
“Is this it?”
“Yeah.”
Levi studied the thing in dismay.
“What are we all doing here?”
“GAH! Get out party animals! You have to say the password!”
“Excuse me, you left the door wide open!”
Asmodeus and Mammon easily slipped past Levi, immediately making their way for the out of place table.
Levi sighed realizing the pair wouldn’t leave any time soon.
“Some scrap?”
“Oi, that’s MC’s jacket.” Everyone glanced to Mammon about to question how he could recognize it in this state but then remembered the word ‘privacy’ didn’t exist in his vocabulary when it came to you. Beel had even seen him snooping through your stuff for the hell of it.
“It got wreaked yesterday.” The intruders nodded, recalling the tales they were told of it at dinner the night before.
“Well, what are you going to do with it?” Asmo pinched at a corner before lifting it up to get a better look.
“I want to repair it.”
Beel didn’t much care for the pitiful look Mammon gave him. “Eh? You might as well be startin’ from scratch.”
“Mammon, hush!” Asmo smacked the back of his hand against Mammon face and kept it there, seemed he didn’t like that look either. Not enough force to leave a mark or even hurt probably, but enough for an audible fwap sound.
“EY!”
“It’s sweet.” Placing the fabric down he started talking with his hands as perusual. “Besides, did you see that yukata he made for MC? You still need to make me one! It’s gorgeous!”
Beel grumbled at the fabric. “I couldn’t make it again even if I wanted too. I didn’t write down any instructions.” He could repair it if needed.
“Come on, you at least have the pattern pieces left, right? We can just adjust them to my size.”
“No.”
“But Beel-”
“I don’t know what pattern pieces are, so I can’t even if I wanted. And I don’t.”
“Why are you staring at me?” His older brothers looked between one another, having some silent conversation before Levi scurried off, placing some big paper on the table, while Mammon immediately began to scribble on it.
Asmo placed his hands on Beelzebub’s shoulders, a deathly serious look in his eyes. “You didn’t use any patterns?”
“Uh? No?”
“You didn’t draw out the pieces and then cut them out?”
“No? Mc did that to make my yukata, but we didn’t have much paper so I let them use it.”
“YOU FREE HAND THE ENTIRE THING AND IT TURNED OUT LIKE THAT!?”
“I-”
“WHY HAVE YOU BEEN KEEPING YOUR DESIGN AND SEWING SKILLS SECRET FROM ME BEEL!”
Levi and Mammon had cut out one of the things Mammon drew, shoving their way past Asmo to hold it right up to his face. “Ya didn’t do anythin’ like this before cutting out your fabric?”
Beel just shook his head, words getting lost as he only got more and more confused by his brothers beginning to freak out and question him all at once. You did that to make a guide for what to cut but for Beel, trying to keep the paper and fabric in place while cutting was a bit much so he just went without and trimmed when he needed.
“I guess I can’t freehand MC’s jacket though.” It wouldn’t be your exact jacket but his own thing then.
“Uh duh. Here, just let me…” And so Mammon went scribbling away again. Beel really should have been surprised at how Mammon had even the details of your favorite clothing memorized, down to the individual parts that made them, but he couldn’t be. It was Mammon after all, the man was terrifyingly skilled.
“Oh, I know!” Asmo took one of the smaller scraps. “We need kamillion fabric!”
“Wh-” Asmo pinched Beel’s cheek, looking all too giddy.
“It’s a fabric that will turn into an exact copy of whatever material you press into it, and once you do that it won’t change, so we can get plenty of new material!” And off Asmo was, his heels clacking away as he went.
“Here, cut these out.”
“Oh-okay.” Beel had to admit it was impressive Mammon could already be done with some parts and how he drew such straight lines.
“Later, I need to show him my sewing machine.” Levi grabbed his arm, dragging Beel away to the opposite side of the table. Seemed Mammon didn’t hear, passing another sheet to where Beelzebub was.
“So, we’ll skip the basics and go straight about the special features.” Levi pointed to the machine excitedly, already beginning to ramble.
“Wait, I don’t know how to use this.”
“…” He… just started. Unblinking. “No… Beel, you didn’t use a sewing machine EITHER!?”
“Well… no. We didn’t have one to use when we made our yukatas.”
“… NO WONDER YOU TWO KEPT WORKING NONSTOP ALL DAY AND NIGHT! Beel. Okay, I’ll get us some scraps so I can teach you. Trust me you’ll love this, it’ll make everything so much faster!”
Well, he was going to have to wait on the fabric anyway. It did get a bit annoying with both Levi and eventually Mammon hovering over his shoulders and arguing about what kind of stitching would be better in certain situations, but he did learn a lot from the both of them.
“I’m surprised though…” Mammon draped an arm over the redhead’s shoulders, leaning in to get a closer look at his work. “Yer picking all this up so quickly. You used to be- uh… struggle with this more fiddly stuff. What got ya interested?”
“Wasn’t it when Belphie made that plush for him?”
“Oh yeah. He made one for Belphie after that.”
“Then it was the yukatas him and MC made for each other.”
“Still though, between then and now he’s improved a lot!”
“I know, and now he even designed our outfits for the parade!”
“Look at our baby bro growing up!”
“Gross Mammon.”
“Eh!? What’s so wrong about prasin’ my little brothers!?”
… there was just something nice about it. It felt good. For the yukatas you taught him a lot, you got some good tips from Barbatos when sewing that Devilcat plush for him that you shared. He did a couple of little things since the yukatas like drawstrings bags or trying to repair his jerseys himself. He couldn’t be sure why but something in him was just drawn to this. It felt soothing in a way. It was also nice to use things that you taught him, to repeat it, to memorize it, to make it part of himself.
It would take a couple of days for the fabric to get shipped so Beel used the time to get other fabrics he’d need that he couldn’t get the original parts of like the inside lining of the pockets.
“Hey, Beel.” Satan strolled a bit closer than he normally would with anyone but you. Said you was at the front of your group, excited to get home and warm up after classes.
“Yeah?” Beelzebub matched his brother’s hushed tone.
“Tell me when your package gets here.”
“My what?”
“The… supplies.”
“Uhh... Oh, you mean the fabric?”
The fourth born quirked a brow before maintaining the distance he usually would, although his voice stayed low. “So it’s not a surprise?”
“… huh?”
He shook his head. “Anyway, tell me when it arrives. You’re using kamillion fabric, right?”
“Yes.”
“Then it will be just as weak as before. I know a few spells that can make it as tough as Devildom fabric.”
“Thank you!” Beelzebub hadn’t even thought of that. Although… who told Satan about this project? It wasn’t a secret, exactly, Beelzebub hadn’t quite been open about this though either. In a way he didn’t want you to know. You surprised him with the Devilcat so it would be nice to surprise you with something.
In the planning Beel did overlook one thing. It was Fangol season so most days after school had to be spent out on the field. So instead after Lucifer had finished his bedtime check-up Beelzebub would get back up. On the loft was where he’d place the table, light, and sewing machine. He hoped the distance would make it less disruptive to Belphegor.
And yet every night a few minuets after he began work he’d hear a yawn come from the winding staircase. Belphie would trot up, pillow in hand before sitting on the floor beside him and rest his head on Beel’s lap. The company was nice. Usually he’d immediately fall asleep but sometimes he’d try staying up, ask Beel what part he was working on or what exactly he was doing, it also helped Beel stay up on nights where practice hit hard and all his battered body wanted to do was collapse in bed.
Nice soft bed…
… so warm
…. And
Comfy
A groan rumbled in his throat, his neck killing him. Slowly he sat up, his body stuttering and creaking from the movement. Arched back, hands up high he stretched, a yawn escaping him. He couldn’t help smiling feeling that weight on his lap and getting that familiar yawn in reply. “Morning Belphie.”
“Morning Beel.”
“Morning you two.”
Immediately Beel’s eyes shot open being greeted to the worst sight. Lucifer stood across the table, arms crossed, a glowering stare. His every step was noted with the soft thud of his shoes against the wood floor. His eyes flickered up and down the pair, clearly not pleased with the sight. “Well, get ready. You’re going to be late.”
A couple of quick nods and Beel practically bolted out of the chair with his twin in his arms.
“Wait… Lucifer, we don’t have classes today.” The man simply sighed, the distinct click of the lamp being turned off before, following him down the stairs, your jacket in hand.
“You have practice.” The jacket was placed on the railing before he reached out and…
And placed his hands on Beelzebub’s cheeks?
“Wha-” Squished, stretched, pulled, smushed Beelzebub was left baffled at Lucifer playing with his face like that!
“There, now there’s color in your cheeks and you won’t worry them by looking so sickly.”
“… Heh, thank you!” And so Beel was off. He had to give you your jacket before practice, you were going to be watching today after all!
You stood by the door, giving him a little smile in greeting before your eyes were drawn to the garment he held. He simply placed it on your shoulders before holding the door open for you, leaving you baffled, looking to your jacket all the while everyone else piled on one another, peeking around the corner, some filming, some giving a thumbs up, some trying to act like they didn’t care yet still stood there watching anyway.
“I hope you like it.” You held the thing close for a moment, rolling some of the fabric between your fingers.
“I- what? How?”
“I got help making it. Is it… like your old one?”
“… Even better.” Good, you smiled.
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deathbytheapple · 2 days ago
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Urghh...my 3 darlings <3
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folkdevilfables · 7 hours ago
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MC, gardening: Hey, can you bring me the hoe? Solomon: Yeah, sure. *A few minutes later* Solomon: Here you go. MC: Solomon: Asmo: Why am I here?
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whitneysslut · 1 day ago
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Sorry to tell you this but the obey me guys aren't like 10 foot tall
Their tall but not that fucking tall. Beel is the tallest and like 6,3 or smth. Not 8ft.
Ofc you can head cannon it but I see that in every single fanfiction that I read. The reader is like 3ft and then the guys are like 15ft.
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deathofafangirl01 · 2 days ago
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Hey guys I made some playlists for Obey Me if anyone is interested. If for some reason they’re not working, let me know and I’ll see what I can do to fix it. Anywho, the music:
Lucifer:
Mammon:
Levi:
Satan:
Asmo:
Beel:
Belphie:
Diavolo:
Simeon:
Solomon:
These playlists has been years in the making and will always be under construction. I add songs that remind me of them and songs that I think they would like/listen to. Some playlists will have more songs than other because I don’t go searching for songs, I like to stumble upon songs while listening to music and go “wait a minute”. Thats also why it takes me so long to create any playlist, honestly. Anywho, this is just a fun little thing I do and I thought it was high time that I share it with the fandom. Especially now, since it’s, ya know, dying.
Edit: I also want to add, that some songs in some of the playlists (ex: Lucifer’s or Diavolo’s) I haven’t fully listened to, so whether or not they’re accurate 🤷🏼‍♀️. I’ll get to it when I get to it. Until then, enjoy
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incorrectobeymequotes69 · 2 days ago
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Asmodeus: Beelzebub learned how to fold origami penguins from Luke the other day. I told him, “I feel a little bad for the penguins, it’s hot here”, and the next day he put them in the fridge.
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journey-to-the-attic · 11 months ago
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"am i really that old?" lucifer wonders on the train later
(you've probably seen them already but references taken from this post + the original tweet)
-> the follow-up
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zouzoru-comms-open · 5 months ago
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H-hey *drops all their obey me fanarts because I wanna make commissions*
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shootingstarrfish · 6 months ago
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having tons of fun throwing these boys around >:D
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squeakyducky · 6 months ago
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Favouritism is real
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an1ika · 6 months ago
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help me please
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