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*NOT CLICKBAIT!!!* when asmo learns that you, the newest exchange student has a youtube account and following somewhat comparable to his own, he decided right then and there not to like you. however, after an unfortunate (and misleading) exchange goes viral, he has no choice but to fake date you in order to save face. will asmo crush you and put you into place like you deserve? or are those funny feelings in his stomach not hate, like he had thought? like, subscribe, and maybe fall in love (with this smau) to find out!!

dinner passes uneventfully, much to your relief, and before you know it you’re back in the living room. the night goes on and you find yourself yarning more and more.

“it looks like someone’s tired,” diavolo teases lightly, and you laugh.

“today took a lot out of me,” you say with a laugh. “i don’t mean to be a party pooper but i am seriously exhausted.”

“i am too, to be honest,” simeon says with a rueful smile. luke’s already mostly asleep next to him on the couch.

“shall we call it a night, then?” diavolo asks. “it’s probably time to get sleeping arrangements set up anyway. asmodeus, you’re with mc; luke, simeon, and solomon, you’ll be in a room; lucifer, mammon, levi, you’re in another; the twins and satan in the last. does that work for everyone?”

after some grumbling, everyone does, in fact decide it works for them. making you stuck with asmo, who, when people aren’t looking looks even less pleased with the arrangement than you do.

how are you going to sleep with him? your room only has one bed, and granted it’s a king, but still! only one!

but you can’t kick up a fuss, so you stand, holding out your hand to asmo. “ready for bed?”

he stands, enveloping your hand in his. “ready. have a good night, everyone!”

“you too,” satan says. “and please don’t keep the rest of us up, okay?”

your cheeks heat as you catch what he’s implying, and you have to turn away. asmo chuckles, but it sounds a little bit forced.

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once both of you are changed into pajamas and asmo’s finally done with his night routine, you claim your side of the bed.

“i can’t believe we actually have to do this,” you groan.

“i mean, you can sleep on the floor,” he says airily, and you roll your eyes.

“or you can.”

he snorts unatractively. “yeah, right.”

silence falls over you for a moment before he starts.

“wait! this is a great time to capitalize on our relationship online. we should go live!”

you bute your lip. “go live? are you sure that’s a good idea? what would we even talk about?”

his eyes sparkle as he leans into the idea, and you realize just how close the two of you are, even in your king bed. “well, we could do a relationship q&a! let all the fans ask the questions they’ve been dying to know.”

“i really can’t talk you out of this, can i?” you ask. you’re no longer feeling tired, thanks to being on edge from his presence.

“nope!” he laughs, rolling over onto his stomach. “let’s do it on my account. but make announcements on yours.”

“fine,” you say, reluctantly unplugging your phone. who knows what he’s getting you into now…

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Started 2023/11.29

Update 2023/11.29

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[h2uji]

⋆.˚1O.O9 ★ birthday special.

"Human, its almost 12am. Please... let's sleep." shocking her head, 'no' she continued showering his face with kisses, sleepily

"Nu, uh, no sleeping, not now," clinging to him, she laid on top of him, causing him to sigh. "Not until I be the first one to wish you a happy birthday before anyone else," he can see the way she would pause mid sentence, glossing over the important parts.

'What was I saying again?' She’d mumble, her adorable eyes almost rolling to the back of her head. It made him smile despite his concern.

chuckling, he rolled to the side, pulling her with him. "Don't worry about that" Kissing her nose, he pulled back, looking at her eyes adoringly.

"You will be, I promise, now stop fighting your sleep," she shocks her head once again, drawing circles on his chest with her index finger. "What makes you so sure?" he gently grabs her finger, pulling it closer to his lips, softly kissing it as he looks at her. "Cause you always do treasure."

yawing, she rubbed her eyes tiredly. "I guess"

she glanced at the clock as a smile spread across her face no longer feeling drowsy. "But i can wait for a second"

as the clock struck midnight, mc pulled back slightly, her eyes shining with joy. "Happy birthday love" she whispered, her voice soft and tender.

Mammon smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he pulled mc close, savoring the moment. "Thank you, treasure," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

the two lovebirds snuggled close, their hearts filled with warmth and adoration.

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you're an angel in my eyes

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Character: Lucifer (Obey Me)

Warnings: (Healthy) discussion of boundaries & touch issues, reader has some issues w that, very respectful and supportive Lucifer, very much projection

Notes: i dont know what this is ngl maybe someone can relate. not proofread sorry

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Lucifer sat on the couch next to you, handing you the glass of water you requested in one swift motion. “For you, my dear,” he said a bit teasingly, offering a playful smile. It was rare you saw him like this—happy and relaxed—but you wanted to enjoy the moment with him. 

“Thank you,” you said, taking a sip before setting it down on the coaster in front of you. “You’re in a good mood.”

He hummed in reply, instead taking the opportunity to lean in to kiss you. It was short and sweet, but conveyed the affection he had for you in that simple action. “I finished a larger project Diavolo had me on. I figured tonight should be one to celebrate.”

You didn’t get much chance to reply before he carefully kissed you again, his actions gentle, like he was afraid to break you if he held you too close. Nevertheless, he found a way to combat those feelings and began to pull you a bit closer, hands slowly finding their way to rest on your waist. 

At this, you practically jumped away from him—why, you weren’t sure. This wasn’t the first time he’d held you like that, and you’d never had an issue with it before. He noticed, though, and immediately pulled away from you to assess what was wrong. 

“(Y/N), are you—“

“I’m, uh—I’m a bit hungry, too. Sorry to make you run to the kitchen just for me to go a few minutes later. I’ll be right back, though.”

You didn’t give him a chance to reply before you scurried out the door. Unfortunately, he had no idea what he’d done wrong and desperately wanted to ask, but you didn’t seem in the mood to talk about it yet. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t worry about you,  though. 

Several minutes later (much longer than it took to run from his bedroom to the kitchen), you returned empty-handed. He wouldn’t ask where you wound up, considering you didn’t come back with the snacks you were so hungry for. 

As you walked over, he stood and took your hands in his. His touch was soft, like one may touch an infant or a porcelain doll. He very gently curled his fingertips against yours, his hands hovering over yours in case you decided to pull away again. “What’s wrong, my love?” he asked, pouting slightly. He wanted to know—to fix whatever he’d done wrong. 

You slid your hands into his, albeit a bit hesitant. “Nothing,” you replied, squeezing his hands. “Back to your project, hm? Want to tell me about it?”

“I want to ensure that you’re okay,” he said, not backing down from this. “If…if you don’t want to talk to me, I understand, but please, tell me if you’re upset with me. I never want to leave problems unsolved with you, and I don’t want you to feel like you have to run away from me when things go wrong.”

You paused for a moment, then shook your head. “It’s nothing you did, it’s okay, Lucifer.”

He slowly brought your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. “Will you tell me, what, then? You don’t have to, but I’m asking that you do.”

Leading him to the couch again, you sat awkwardly, a few inches away from him. He followed suit, keeping his hand in yours. 

“Sometimes…” you started, trying to phrase this the best you could. “Touch is a…strange thing for me. Usually, I’m completely content with whatever you choose to do, whether we’re kissing or whatever…sometimes I just get this weird feeling and it sets me off. I don’t like it, I don’t do it intentionally, and I know it’s weird, but there’s nothing I can do about it-“

He shook his head, causing you to pause. “There’s nothing for you to apologize for, my dear,” he said plainly, turning towards you further. “(Y/N), love, look at me. I love you, quirks and all. And if you’re telling me you want me to slow down a little, that’s fine. If you’d rather stay where we are and just have me check in to see if my affection is okay with you in the moment, I can do that as well.”

You thought for a moment and eventually replied, “that second one sounds nice, actually. Is that okay?”

“Of course.” He smiled, kissing your knuckles again. He knew that was okay—that was safe, so he could stay with that until he knew you were comfortable with more. Hesitantly, he asked, “can I hug you?”

When you nod, he leaned forward and carefully wrapped his arms around you, one hand cradling your head and the other holding your middle. “I will always love you,” he whispered. “Please, if something is ever wrong, tell me. And stop me if you’re ever uncomfortable with anything I do.” He pulled away just enough to look you in the eye, thumb ghosting over your cheek. “All I want in this world is you to be loved and cared for.”

You smiled at him, and he swore his heart melted in the moment. There was nothing that lifted his spirits more than seeing you happy, especially because of him. “Thanks, Lucifer,” you said, leaving a quick kiss on the tip of his nose. He’d deny it if asked, but he blushed a bit from it. You leaned into him, laying your head against his shoulder, then his chest when he wrapped his arm around you. “Tell me about this project of yours, now?”

“Persistent as ever,” he teased.

The two of you talked for a while—first about his project, then about the latest drama at the House of Lamentation. Apparently, Asmodeus was screwing around with a particularly irritating ex of his and Mammon and Levi weren’t talking because he “long-term borrowed” a Ruri-chan doll and somehow had pocket money now. 

Not very long into the night, you started yawning halfway through sentences and he could see in your eyes that you were tired. It was quite adorable, actually—he enjoyed seeing you content enough to fall asleep in his arms. Not much later, he noticed you’d nodded off. Careful not to throw your head back or wake you, he picked you up and placed you on the bed, covering you in the fluffy blankets. You looked so peaceful…

He was about to turn away and continue working on a bit of paperwork he had left over after that project when he felt a hand on his wrist. Your eyes were half open and you had a loose grip on him. “Stay,” you mumble, the sounds slurring together from sleep. “Pretty please.”

How could he deny that?

He kicked off his shoes and pulled the blanket back, finding his place behind you in his bed. At first, he wanted to reach out and pull you in, but hesitated. “Can I hold you?” he asked gently, hand hovering a bit above you. When you nodded, he smiled and curled in behind you, arm snug around your waist and face buried in your shoulder. 

Lucifer had never slept as content as he did than when he was next to you, and tonight was no different. Actually, it might have been better.

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has a love for soft plushies. Absolutely love squishmellows would probably have a collection too

adores the idea of cuddling with his s/o. spooning is one of his favorite positions, especially when he is the little spoon

has a very good memory. So if you ever say you like anything but don't buy get it best believe he would get it for you for a holiday or birthday

Idk why but I feel like he would love the human worlds soups and stews, they just make him feel warm & soft inside in a way he has never experienced

likes the fact that you drape a blanket over him if he ever falls asleep while doing paperwork at his desk. But would prefer if you could just wake him up even though thats basically impossible

Keep him away from human memes and slang, he will incorporate them into his life / speech, Lucifer and Barbatos are in pain

he sleeps with socks on

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.beelzebub x gn!reader.

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beel adores the way you make him feel. the way you hold him like he's delicate— like he's something that needs protecting. like he's small and all he has to do is curl into your arms to be safe.

how you softly blow on his wounds during the rare times he gets hurt. how you hold his hand so gently hit hurts his chest. the way you rub your thumbs over his cheeks when he wakes up from one of his nightmares— the ones that make him feel empty and leave him with only guilt.

the manner in which you stroke his hair when you see he's about to fall asleep, nails dragging gently around the base of his horns. eyes drooping, and he's grateful the last thing he gets to see is you.

when you hand-feed him— making him taste the tips of your fingers; and how you always forgive him when he accidentally bites too hard and makes you bleed.

and the way you kiss him makes him feel like dying. you're always so gentle— he finds himself grasping the back of your shirt and struggling to breathe. his senses are filled with only you; the ends of his fingers filled with the clothes you wear, the way you smell clouding his nose, and the taste of your mouth on his filling his mind like haze.

he briefly remembers hearing someone mention that this isn't how demons are supposed to act— especially with humans. but it doesn't matter, nor does he care. you make him feel like he's completely and utterly yours. his mind, body, and soul belong to you. as long as you keep treating him like something that needs to be kept safe, he's content.

this was supposed to be fluff.

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Two Week Notice

Collaborators have a little less than two weeks to submit, as the deadline in Nov. 25th!! I look forward to seeing and reading each of your pieces and hope you all are just as excited as me!!

What comes next?

I will spend the next month or so putting the zine together, hopefully, getting the order in by the end of December. During that time I'll also be organizing extras and putting orders in for those. Teasers will also be posted~

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[4:19 PM] “Leave me while you still can,” Asmodeus whispers to you in a lingering kiss as he caresses your cheek tenderly.

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.beelzebub x gn!reader.

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beel sits on the floor, his head against your leg and arms holding your calf. he's in his demon form— his horns a sign of danger to most; but you don't care. you never have. he feels your gentle hands softly running through his hair and massaging the base of his horns, the action makes him purr.

the way he's sitting makes him feel strange. his chest feels tender and constricting (he realizes his heart is beating strangely fast) and he's having trouble thinking. it's like he's floating— it feels good in a weird way.

'you're always so good for me, aren't you beel?'

the praise makes him feel warm all over, even more so than when he's sitting at your feet and nuzzling into your hand— he silently begs you for more. of the praise and the petting, and the few moments alone the two of you have.