#omswd asmodeus

[thedemonnobleman]

Oh, dear Diavolo! Could someone PLEASE contact Asmo and tell him to stop doing *nasty* things with other students at R.A.D. ESPECIALLY in the newspaper room!

[helshollowhalls]

[tsukii0002]

Mc: You know, sometimes I feel like being aggressive as a way to show my affection.

Asmo: ?

Mc: But as much as I want to hug someone with all my might, I don't want to hurt people or animals.

Asmo: Oh, honey *smiling*

Belphie: *hugging them around the waist* You can do it with us….

Mc: But…

Asmo: *hugging them too* We're demons!!!! Even if you want to hurt us, you couldn't.

Belphie: And every living creature in the devildom is XL, look at Cerberus.

Mc: …

Mc: *hugging them with a lot of strength* Sometimes I forget that you are demons.

Asmo: Kyaaa~ I'm always ready to receive your aggressive affection.

Belphie: In fact, I demand it.

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[spark-river]

MC: Why are angels dressed sluttier than Asmo?

Simeon: Wha-?

Solomon: nudity was a form of purity too and in the end it's just a body.

Asmodeus: Michael definitely was the one to tell you that. He has his tits out.

Simeon: He doesn't?!

[uhmimlost]

I realise that people generally see Asmo as a shallow character or someone who is written in a manner which seems comedic at best and I just feel like there is so much to him that people tend to overlook so I'm going to list down some things I love about Asmo...

Yes, he's narcissistic but a lot of that comes from his insecurity in his appeal as a personality and not just for his beauty.

It's mentioned time and time again that Lucifer kept him by his side because he was the Jewel of the heavens and was incredibly beautiful to look at which most definitely deeply affected his psyche, to a point where he constantly feels the need to keep up his appearance because he sincerely believes that's the only value he brings to the table.

That's also one of the reasons he is so easily swooned by the MC because they compliment him as a person as opposed to his looks. In fact his whole blood moon competition arc was so beautiful because it gives such an insightful picture of him as a person and how desperately he wants to show his capabilities and his resolve to the person he loves. He wants them to see him for who he is and what he can do when he puts his mind to something.

He is incredibly protective of his brothers and is a huge supporter and source of confidence for them. The second dame event, his sacrifice for Mammon and the whole dynamic between the two, even in chats is 🥺. They're the only two people who can match each other's energies and get along incredibly well to a point where they're often together despite the bickering ( very well put together sibling energy).

His relationship with Satan, who he is closest to in the group. The little cat fights between them. His relationship with Lucifer, which is of complete adoration and respect that is deeply relayed from both of them to each other, although more stoically from one end. How he babies the twins. And how he is always trying to include Levi. What's even funnier is most of them are absolutely running out of the way when he's angry. Man's got his wrestling moves down.

Not to mention the whole nail painting thing and his whole reason behind it. His pictures are always hilarious and he loves messing around with everyone in the family.

Not to mention, out of all the siblings he is extremely affectionate and has a lot of love to give. Compared to his brothers, he very openly addresses his admiration and fascination for his siblings. Other than Asmo being so vocal about it, you only ever see it amongst the twins for each other but that's it. I really do believe he brings a sense of balance to the chaotic side and overly stoic side of the household.

He's the quintessential self-sufficient middle child and positive yet mischievous figure who brings a sense of balance to this family.

[certifiedlucifersimp]

Pick it up

[belphegorey]

⌜power, asmodeus⌟ his long wait had only caused him to need more ships ⎯⎯ asmodeus x afab!reader tropes ⎯⎯ vaginal sex, masturbation [asmo], unprotected sex, biting, slight nipple play, praise, pact marks, simp asmo who is poly, i haven't slept so errors im assuming

The Avatar of Lust was many things; beautiful, seductive, caring… but he was not desperate. The very word was an insult to his very character. Desperate. He was not greed, he was certainly not envy — Asmodeus was pure lust. 

Others with his need may resign to the fate of need, but not him. Never him. Asmodeus could have anyone throughout the entire Devildom should he choose, all it would take was a smile and wave of his fingers. They were the ones desperate for him. Never the other way around. 

Until you. Pesky, gorgeous, witty you. Someone with patience high enough to tolerate Mammon, someone with care enough to forgive Belphegor… someone completely unattainable. Since he had met you, Asmodeus knew that you were someone he wanted. Another person that he could entertain himself with whenever the feeling hit (a constant emotion) and someone he could enjoy spa days with. 

But — nothing! He was granted nothing. Your joined spa days always ended with your declining if a shared bath. The shared meals never involved you licking his fingers of sweet dessert. The days wandering together through RAD didn’t include misadventures of exploring one another in abandoned rooms. 

Had it been anyone else, Asmodeus would have won. He would have awarded himself the pleasure of his victory. But not with you. You rejected his every advancement, danced with his flirting and ignored the growing need he felt with every passing day. His head was heavy. What was he to do? He craved you, the taste of your sweet skin below him as he gorged on the sin you allured. 

None of the others he sought out satiated the carnal need. The succubi he would tempt never held the same shine in their eyes that you had. The moans of each demon he fucked were not the exact right pitch. 

Asmodeus was desperate. He had long since given up on attempting to replace you. It only made him need you more. He laid alone in his canopy bed, curtains pulled taught in bows and the lights dim. The air was sickly hot on his body, he felt the sweat glisten down his naked skin. 

The fire of his lust burned hot within him. All day, the longest day he could recall, Asmodeus had tasted the delicious taste that was your need. Leftover remnants from your nightly adventures with… not him. All his brothers had found you, had taken you, had gorged themselves on your love. It would not bother him, it should not be, but the agony he felt was overwhelming. 

Weeks. He had survived weeks of being deprived of sex. And the only thing he was gifted were the crumbs of his brothers that radiated in your form. Why did they get to feel you first? They could never treat you correctly. Asmodeus was the ultimate personification of lust. No one could topple his throne. 

Yet, even if he had just been given an invitation to watch, he would have agreed with complete eagerness. An invitation to join in would have been a glorious dream. And still there was nothing! Not even a footnote for dear Asmodeus. 

He licked his lips. Even the crumbs of your lust were a delicacy. Still, he could smell your arousal through the home, even when his bedroom had never been granted the proper treatment, he could feel it around him. 

Downstairs, most likely in your own bedroom, but not alone. Asmodeus could recall the previous week when he had stayed in your bed with you for the night. Just sleeping. Yet, tonight it was… Lucifer… in your chambers with you. The musky scent that was the eldest’s lust wafted around with your lingering desire. 

Asmodeus closed his eyes and moaned as he cascades his hand down his stomach. He allowed himself the fantasy. You and he, tangled together in your cute little bed, watched by the envious Lucifer.

No. No, he needed you alone. He had been tortured enough, he could show off your pleasure in repeating days. Your scent was growing, the scent that was once turning weak shone bright. Asmodeus bit his lip and ran a finger along the slit of his erection. How mortifying. Self-gratification was not something he did. Why masturbate when he could instead have sex?

It would do. The weakness in his veins from his sudden abstinence could not continue. The beads of sweat gathered on his forehead as Asmodeus bucked into the grip of his hand. Desperation. Envy. Need. It was as though he was Leviathan, but even he had been able to taste you. 

He fantasised you on top of him. Thighs around his hips, bare cunt pressed to his erection and leaking with the desire he could smell. You would be so worried, just as you had been all day about his state of wellness (the missed skin care routine had been an obvious sign, he assumed) and you would treat him with such care. Your hands, nice and cold, along his face and caressing him while he leaned in to the touch. 

Even though Asmodeus would feign a worse state of weakness, you would allow him. You would sigh and giggle at his flirting and whimper at the twitching of his erection against you. “Just your touch is healing me, my love,” before a false cough that would make you pout. Your sweet kiss would follow, something he had only felt once before. 

He still fondly dreamed of the kiss, even though the moment was bittersweet. A goodbye. He had been so scared he would never see you again. The months that followed, with you missing from the Devildom, were torturous. More torturous than knowing you were with his brothers not him. 

Asmodeus rubbed the head of his cock with a whimper. Oh, how he craved you. The darling flower that tantalised his garden. The one who he was unable to charm. The beauty to compliment his own. His erection twitched in his palm, slick precum slipping between. 

You would look even more magnificent with the very cum glistening on your face. Others could not smell the desire as well as he, the would need the visual reminder. It was not that you were his alone, but it was best they had knowledge of your favourite demon to fuck. The one you loved most. Him. 

Perhaps he was greedy for you. Asmodeus felt himself shiver in excitement just at the idea of getting to say you were his. Both if you would be shared, but, just like the previous week, it was only you who would share his bed at nights. 

You were moving. Upstairs now, far closer to his bedroom. He could smell you better now. The intricacies, no longer clouded by the musk of Lucifer, was overwhelming his senses. His body gyrated just at the taste in his tongue. So unfiltered, raw, carnal. Unlike anything else he had tried. The strength… you must have completely drenched the underwear you wore. Better yet, there was nothing and all the need was slipping down your thighs.

He was sure that even his brothers would be able to feel the sin along your aura. It was that magnificently strong. He moaned into his hazy room, you were such a powerful sorcerer and yet you were still so soft with the world. Your gentle hands could lock him in place with a single wave, your lips could command him with ease, and yet you preferred to do neither. Such calmness to control the ocean of power. 

You walked up to his room, he could sense your feet pause before his door. Was it… him you finally wanted to see? Asmodeus nearly lost control just at the idea. Pearly white droplets spilled into his stomach, only a few to glitter his skin like stars in the sky. Still you hadn’t moved — it was torture on his mind. 

Did you want to tell him off for letting himself weaken?

Did you want to punish him for being so selfish?

Did you want to take care of him?

Did you finally wanted to touch him like he needed to touch you?

Asmodeus fisted the duvet beneath his sticky skin, using the closed grip of his hand on his cock as a fleshlight. He hadn’t the strength to collect his actual toys from the collection across his room. Already, he felt the beginning sparks of rejuvenation across his chest. Your sweet desire was the key. His blood was boiling and his inferno raged on. 

“Asmo?” Just the sound of your voice had him groaning. No one could mimic it. Not even the best of shapeshifting demons could. You slipped into his room without hesitation, closing the door behind you. 

A sweet gazelle entering the den of a lion. Asmodeus was almost scared for you, but the undeniable pleasure that came from you just being near him triumphed. He grew giddy, blessing his face with a sweet smile despite how his hips continued to gyrate. 

“My love,” his voice was raspy, Asmodeus frowned due to it. There was none of his usual lilt, the airy joy he spoke with. He was sure that even his talent in seductive speech craft would suffer, “to what do I owe the pleasure?”

He couldn’t stop himself from continuing. Even as you walked closer and your face illuminated in the sun candlelight around him. The sparkle in your eyes made his heart burn and his spine shiver. Each moment you gazed down at him, Asmodeus felt the tingle of his love burn down his skin. The sounds were so beautiful. Each wet thrust of his cock into his fist, now gazed upon by your beauty, glee flourished within him. 

You weren’t questioning him. It was not the first time you’d walked in on one of them masturbating. He could still remember the adorable blush on Leviathan’s cheeks the morning after you had interrupted him. But he was not so shy. Asmodeus would never be embarrassed by something as beautiful as sex — as lust. 

“Can I…” a cute pause entered your speech as you admired him once more. He felt so proud, so loved, it was as though your sweet worship was being played before his throne. He let his eyes fall shut under your eyes, blissfully moaning as he followed the pleasure within him. 

When your soft, cool, hand cupped his cheek, Asmodeus only whimpered louder. He knew, he knew, that you would be the glorious treatment to his burning need. There was a dip in the bed, his body leaned to follow, but Asmodeus did not question you. Never. Whatever you desired, he would happily provide. 

He heard the sweet stammer in your tone, it made his heart melt in delight. Such sweet sin drifted from your pores and onto his lips. “… No, let me help.” Confidence. How beautiful. You straddled him, thighs pushing against his plush mattress and your wrist halting his hand. Asmodeus opened his eyes, almost in disbelief just so he could take in the glory above him. 

The sight would never be matched. It must be how those lower felt when gazing upon him. The candles around you both made an angelic glow. The cascade of your hair was the shadow of the lust between you. The sparkle in your eyes… they were stars he watched each night. “You want to help me, darling?”

You had listened to him — right atop his aching erection was the slick paradise he had wished for, completely free of underwear. The short nightgown you wore was nice and thin, your nipples were hard against the material. No wonder even Lucifer had fallen to your charm. There would be no one strong enough to survive. “I know you need it, love,” the words were mere whispers in the thick air between you. Your back arched straight as you rubbed yourself against him. Sweet wetness coated his dick, teasing him as he grew closer. “We both do.”

Asmodeus felt his eyes roll back. How long had it been since he lost control over grinding? It had never been his favourite act to play, not when there was so many he could use to entertain everyone. Yet, the will in your words and the delicious taste of your lust was convincing him of more. “I’ve needed you for a very long time.”

“As have I,” you lifted your crotch from his for only a moment, the healing hand positioning his dick for him. Such determination clouded your eyes, thick lust burning in glorious pink. The pact mark along your chest, above the heart he had longed for, matched in colour. It’s hue glowed through your gown and cast your face in beauty.

To know you wanted him. It nearly felt impossible. So many times had he offered you more, even grew close to begging, and you gave him nothing. A giggle, a light shove of his shoulder — at most a kiss on his cheek. Nothing to show him that his desire was returned. “My angel -“

“Silence, Asmodeus,” slowly he felt you take his tip. The Celestial Realm had no pleasure quite like yours. He was always happy for sex, always enjoyed it, but he was not prepared for this. It was different yet so familiar. His senses burned in the lust shared between you. “Let me take care of us both.”

He placed his hands on your body, groping at every nip of skin he could. His mouth was open, pleasure rocking his heart in the ocean of need. Weeks without sex had caused complete weakness in his body, and yet it was entirely worth it. 

Asmodeus would even do it again if it meant getting to have you all over again. 

Your hips dropped and met his, a short moan blessing his ears. All he could feel was the tingle of glory all around him. Overwhelming in how snug you were, how wet and eager you were. He watched your head fall back, the glow of his candles now brighter behind your beautiful shadow. 

“All I’ve been thinking about is you, Asmo,” his hands slipped up your torso. Even with that tug in his gut threatening his long pent-up release, Asmodeus took his time to dance his fingers along your skin. The sparkle of sweat beaded on your skin just as it did his own. A memento if the union you shared. When he found your breasts, he was no worse than Mammon in his greed. “You have no idea just how hard it’s been denying you.”

Asmodeus sat up, the tingle in his spine burned in a powerful roar. He felt stronger than he had in days. Weeks, even. His hair bounced along his forehead, baby hairs sticking just barely to him. The power of lust was powerful. Far more powerful than people gave him credit for. Lust was raw. It was pure passion. Passion that Asmodeus wanted to shower you in for a millennia. 

His lips found your nipples over the thin gown. Your sweet gasp was everything, the burning pink beneath only glowing brighter. You bounced on him, snug and warm as you taunted him further. Asmodeus retaliated with a roll of his thumb over your other nipple, grazing his teeth on the skin. He could feel the wings crack through his back, only slowly as his power refilled. 

“My demon,” your voice was a high lilt of pleasure as you rode him. Asmodeus moved with each bounce to push himself deeper. Each clench and whimper made his ego fly. The sweetest of giggles played between you, and he couldn’t stop from joining in. Though his shared giggle was muted against your breast, he could feel the way your heart sped. Such a similar effect you had on him. The honorary angel to his wicked demon. 

You moved like a succubus as you pushed him back down against the bed. His lips fell from your breast and dismay had him frown. Only for the sweet taste of your lips to slot against his. Slightly chapped, as delicious as the sin you created, and so perfectly you that Asmodeus moaned against you. 

He helped you bounce your hips, squeezing the swell of your ass that had taunted him for far too long. Every outfit you wore, each one he chose for you, never showcased it enough. You broke away to gasp at his hands, but Asmodeus chased your lips back to his own. 

So long. He had dreamed of your kiss for months. Years at this point. It was just as good as your cunt around him. It felt like power even flowed through the tangle of your sweet kiss. “Allow me the honour,” he whispered, hands making your hips move faster. 

Each movement was almost sloppy in its speed, though that was were the beauty came from. Sex was a work of art, and you were the finest painter he had found. The sweet symphony of your shared noises would haunt Asmodeus every moment he was gifted the opportunity to see you. The glow of the candles around you was a visage he could never forget. You — he could never forget. 

The press of your chest against his felt fantastic, your nipples almost rolling with each jump of your body. He could feel it, you were almost at the top of your peak. Asmodeus was almost fanatical as he moved you both. The chase was never his favourite part, but yet again he was questioning it all. 

Your body was just perfect on top of him. The squeeze of your cunt, the breathy way you moaned, and the warm gaze you watched him with… perfect. His thumb circled your clit, admiring how your body danced for him in response. Your lip wobbled as you pressed kisses to his collarbone, pleas whispered against him. 

And when it happened, Asmodeus felt rejuvenated in power and life. Your squeal was pitched high and almost silent from how you rubbed against his neck. Your body shuddered in his hands, warm cum slipping down his shaft. He let himself fall in tandem. His wings broke through the skin of his back as his cum spilled inside of you. Your name fell from his lips as he moaned in ecstasy, holding you closer than he had before. 

© belphegorey 2024 ⌜18+ banner from @/cafekitsune thank you <3⌟

also ⎯⎯ what happened between lucifer and you is that he walked in on you masturbating you dirty bitch [affectionate I love u mwah] and then said go check on asmo before running away also also ⎯⎯ i can’t remember if it’s canon or not but i do have this headcanon that asmo lowkey works similar to an incubus where he can deprive power from sex. it won’t kill him without but he is stronger when having sex/orgasmed 

[demonvibez]

explicit (mdni) · gn reader, outer/intercourse, unprotected sex

Asmodeus is no stranger to a party - especially when he is the guest of honor. Which is why it shocks you when he elects for a private night in with you for his birthday - but you're the best gift he could ever ask for!  What starts as a typical spa night, quickly turns into something a lot more sensual. Surrounded by rose petals and scented bubbles, the two of you lather each other up while relaxing in Asmo's luxury bathtub. After rinsing each other off, Asmo can't help but to notice just how gorgeous you look right now, with the way the chandelier's light illuminates the glitter on your skin. You look simply ethereal, and he cannot stop himself from stealing a passionate kiss. 

The kiss quickly escalates. You wrap your arms around his neck as he reaches down to lightly massage your sex, his tongue slipping into your mouth for more. You grind against him, lust pouring off of you like a waterfall, and he's already more aroused than he's ever been in his entire life - he's sure of it. Reaching down to grab his cock, you line it up with yourself after sliding up and down on his sensitive member. Finally sinking yourself down onto him, Asmo breaks the kiss, throwing his head back to let out an unrestrained moan. The feeling of sliding into your tight little hole is almost enough to send him over the edge immediately, but he's able to hold himself back - he's the Avatar of Lust, after all. His hands slide down your back and grab onto your ass, his pink-and-teal nails lightly digging into your cheeks as he begins to bounce you on his cock. 

He can't get enough of how the two of you look in his full-length mirror - the messy hair, the way your eyes roll back, the way the water ripples against your skin, the way you both look like you were painted by the gods themselves. He almost wishes he had his phone with him so he could snap a quick pic, but he knows this moment will be forever etched in his memory. Reaching down to massage your sex once again, he wants to completely fill your senses with nothing but himself. He teases you at first, the sounds of your whimpers music to his ears, until he starts stroking circles into your sensitivity. He is eager to make you completely lose yourself with him in pure bliss. 

His other hand grabs your chin, his cherry lips crashing into yours as he edges you closer and closer to your release. Moving in sync with each other's bodies, he finally sends you to your climax, an electric euphoria washing over you as the tension finally snaps. The feeling of your warmth squeezing him so tightly sends him over the edge with you, filling you with his cream as the two of you ride the high back down. You sit in his lap for a moment, your head resting on his shoulder as you both try to catch your breath. 

Don't get too comfortable though, for the party is only just getting started. The Avatar of Lust has quite a few more surprises in store for you before the night ends~♡

· demonvibez ♡ 2024 · do not copy, repost or modify · · comments, reblogs and likes are deeply appreciated! ♡ ·

[devildomwriter]

A Little Wet This Christmas Year | Asmodeus x Reader

.8k+ words | GN! Reader | CW: suggestive, nudity mentioned

The smell of pine wafted through the air with the steam fogging the windows. Sounds of trickling water and gentle Christmas symphonies bounced off the walls of the stone bathroom.

Twinkling Christmas lights outlined the top of every wall and the normal soap dispensers were replaced with sparkling snowmen and snowflakes. The mirrors had snowflake stickies on them and even the toilet seat had a candy cane pattern cover. This is exactly what you’d expect of Asmodeus, everything had to vibe perfectly.

Christmas was still new to the Devildom so he was playing his part in spreading it. But it wasn’t just for popularity and a request from Diavolo but for you. It was mostly for you.

His hard work and dedication to spreading Christmas joy was touching and as proof of that for the first time in his life, you finally agreed to take a bath with Asmodeus.

He hummed happily and played with the pink bubbles, deliberately making actions and poses that’d enhance his cuteness and sexiness as he sat next to you.

He was doing his best not to stare at you but he really wanted to. He only held himself back because he knew how the holiday stress was starting to get to you and you desperately needed this break.

Asmodeus giggled and began running his fingers through your wet hair.

You relaxed and turned your back to him. He squealed and reached for the conditioner that smelled like peppermint.

“This is gonna make your hair sooo shiny hon!” He promised as he began lathering your hair making sure to massage your scalp while he was at it.

The gentle massage elicited a moan from you and he turned red and looked away quickly. “Oooh, ___ you really know how to tempt a man! I’m barely even touching you you know.”

You blushed and decided to ignore it, a tad embarrassed you’d made such a noise from a simple head massage.

Asmodeus was suddenly more thankful for the bubbles as it hid his current state from you and he didn’t want to pressure or alarm you as this bath was supposed to be relaxing.

He bit his lip and distracted himself from humming to the Christmas music when it suddenly stopped.

“Oh no, the music!” He whined and quickly got up to fix it, without thinking you turned around to see what the loud splashing was only to see him walking to the sink counter entirely in the nude.

You covered your mouth to hide a surprised squeak and looked down at the bubbles slowly disappearing in the bath. With Asmo distracted you reached over to grab more soap for the bubbles. Asmo turned around and failed to hide a gasp seeing you halfway from the water and reaching across the tub.

You heard a loud splash behind you and felt Asmo wrap his arms around you.

“Oooh, I can’t take it anymore! You’re way too cute and pretty ___!” He cried and you turned even redder as he held you there halfway out of the water.

“A-Asmo—“

“I know! I know! I’m sorry! It’s a relaxing Christmas bath, I promised you! But….ooooh,” he whined looking adorably sexy while doing so. He was being unbelievably good for once even though you were inches away from him entirely naked just like he was.

You clicked your tongue and sighed recalling how good a simple head massage had been.

“Please finish washing my hair,” you requested. He nodded with a lip stuck out in a pout and you chuckled. “Then after…” you trailed off and let his mind wander as it always did.

He gasped and held his hands up in surprise, eyes wide. “Wait! Really! No way! Do you mean that ___!”

You blushed and nodded unable to meet his eyes and he squealed so loudly you thought the mirror might shatter.

“Quickly, cover your eyes! I’ll get the shower head and we’ll get the conditioner out!” He urged, desperate to indulge in you as he’d always dreamed of.

You nodded and covered your face as he quickly rinsed all the minty suds from your hair. In seconds flat he declared, “Okay! Perfect!” And he quickly turned your face around so he could place his lips against yours.

As expected he tasted so sweet and the gentlest peck had you throw away any second thoughts as you opened your mouth, welcoming his pink wet tongue.

He moaned into your lips and he explored your mouth excitedly, he only parted to let you breathe. As he panted, you could see the fear in his eyes and knew you just signed yourself up for a very long night both in and out of the bath.

This would be the moment Asmodeus decided Christmas was the best holiday of all as it led you straight into his arms and his bed and that had been the only thing he’d wished for that year.

[ephie-om]

Solomon's brow scrunches as he hunches over the table. Asmodeus slowly traces with his eyes every fold of skin, every hair, as the sorcerer works. "You know it doesn't have to be perfect, love." Solomon gives him an almost exasperated glance. "They're your nails. Of course they have to be perfect."

Asmo laughs to himself as Solomon focuses in on every single brush stroke. There's a certain aura around him when he has his mind set to something, one that the demon is enamored with. Solomon had shown up at his bedroom door, entirely unannounced, and asked with a blush if he could paint his lover's nails. It nearly felt like a dream come true.

"Why did you want to do this, anyway?"

Solomon's lips twist as he processes the question. "Well, you're always pampering me. And I know you love to do it; I mean, I'm an immortal sorcerer who's waged war against an entire realm and you take the time to make sure my hair is healthy. There's not much I know how to do, but I thought maybe I could try this."

Asmo's heart swells. He struggles, almost stuttering over himself to find the right words. "That's so sweet," is all he manages to croak out. Solomon glances up again with a soft smile that sends Asmo's heart to the skies and his mind to the gutter.

[still-a-morosexual-help]

I love Asmo, I love how absolutely fucked up his dream world is in the crystal flower (or whatever) event😭

Mammon's perfect world is one where he always wins money and his brothers think he's cool, Belphie's is one where he can sleep cuddled up next to MC & Beel and he's the most respected demon in the Devildom, Beel's is one where there are towers of food he can share with MC & Belphie. Satan's is a bookshop/library full of cats where he (and his brothers) get to take care of every single cat in the Devildom (also Lucifer's dressed as a buttler while everyone else is in normal clothes which is fair honestly), Levi's is having a successful stall at a convention, and Lucifer's is just spending a normal, peaceful day with MC

Asmo's is one where everything he ever wants poofs into existence just for him. Where every single living thing exists to serve and please Asmo in some capacity. Where his brothers are grateful just for the chance to exist as Asmo's brothers.

"Well, that's not that different from the real world," says Asmo.

Certifiably Insane Babygirl <3

~Happy Birthday Girl, you are bonkers~

[riddlesimp]

im in the mood for some angst ............. 🐺🐺🖤anyways can u do how any of the brothers would react if they originally were only dating mc for a bet but then after a couple months of dating they actually grew feelings for mc but then mc found out it was for a bet

❣︎𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓪 𝓫𝓮𝒕

𝒯𝓌： 𝒶𝓃𝑔𝓈𝓉， 𝒻𝒶𝓀ℯ 𝓇ℯ𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅𝓈， ℴℴ𝒸 𝒷𝓇ℴ𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇𝓈， 𝓂𝒸 𝒾𝓈 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁ℯ�� 𝓎／𝓃／𝓃𝒾𝒸𝓀𝓃𝒶𝓂ℯ𝓈

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Lucifer:

Lucifer was working on paperwork in his office. Not excepting what was about to happen…Lucifer looks up when he hears a knock “come in!” He shouts before a human aka y/n/the human he was having a bet on…”oh hello, my dear” Lucifer smiles

“Why…?” They mutter “Why, what?, My dear?” Lucifer hums “why did you bet on me…?” Y/n bursts out “I’m sorry, my dear?” Lucifer hums “I found out, you can’t lie to me anymore, Lucifer” their tone sounds cold…odd…”my de-wait?!” He shouts before they turn around “don’t call me dear, Lucifer, I'm moving in with Diavolo, leave me alone” Y/n walks out and slams his door while Lucifer had dropped his pen and was holding back tears “no…” he muttered

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Mammon:

Mammon was in his room just counting money like usual, and he looks up when he hears his door opening and there comes his favorite human, Y/n “yo, human” he grins but is confused when they glare at him

“Uh human, why are ya glaring at me…? He asks before seeing them pull out a contact that he signed “...” he realizes what it is, the bet… “really Mammon?” They tear up  “wow…” they mutter and hand him the bet 

“We’re done…” they whisper “no…” he muttered and Y/n walks out of his room, slamming the door “pft…whatever, I-I don’t need ‘em…” he mutters before tearing up

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Leviathan:

Levi was on his game talking to his online friends not  realizing what was about to happen. Levi looked up when he heard his door being opened and there stood y/n the human whom he fell for

He felt their cold glare and jumped a bit “Hi…Henry” He muttered “Hello Leviathan..” they say coldly and he sees they open something “wait…no..” he realizes it’s the bet paper he made with his online friends for games

“We’re done, stupid demon, I guess Luke was right about demons, I asked Diavolo if I could go back to the human world and he said yes” They slammed his door and Levi took off his headphones, turned off his game and teared up

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Satan:

Satan is in his room reading like always, not realizing his kitten was gonna find out he betted on them for books

"hm..?' He hears a knock "come in!" Satan shouts and incomes his favorite human, y/n or kitten as he calls them since to them, they acted like one "hello y/n" he smiles and is confused when they don't smile back "Kitty?" He hums and then get hits in the face with a paper, he grabs the paper

Seeing it's the bet, he panics "kitty, wait..-" he mutters and sees their cold face, but they walk out without saying a word and Satan just looked at the bet paper and holds back tears "it was nice meting and being with you, Kitty.." he whispers

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Asmodeus:

Asmo was in his room ding skincare like he always does before getting a text from "my love" aka y/n, his dear human

He looked at his phone and the text read "hey, Asmo it's important, could we talk today?" Asmo hums before replying "of course, my love, when?" He texts back before another text popped up saying "around 12?" He looks at the clock "11:15..." he mutters "sure ml :)"

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"Hey, love!" Asmo smiles "hi.." they mutter "you needed to talk?" Asmo says still happy "this" Y/n hands him a paper, the...bet "no..." he mutters "we're done, Asmodeus" They say and walk around, Asmo tears up and walks back to his room, holding them back

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Beelzebub:

Beel is eating happily in the kitchen, while a certain human, y/n comes in the kitchen with an upset face, holding a paper

Beel looks up and brightens up ""Y/n!" He smiles Happily "Bee-" they blink when Beel suddenly hugs them tight "can't breathe..." they mutter "oh, sorry..." He laughs

"Why do you look so sad?" he says confused before seeing the paper, the...bet... Y/n hands him, the paper "why Beel! For food...?" They whisper and they took off their matching heart necklace and give it back to Beel with tears in their eyes and walked away

Beel holds back tears and drops the food he was holding.

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Belphegor:

Belphie was napping on his new pillow happily which he earned from a bet involving y/n, the human

Belphie's eyes pop up when he hears the attic front opening and he sees y/n come in with a paper and them tearing up "eh,,,?" Belphie looks at the human but the human just threw papers at him and ran out of there

Belphie yawns and gets up from where he's sleeping and grabs the paper, sees bet on the top and he reads it and just blinks when he sees y/n's handwriting saying "we're done, don't ever talk to me again, I hate you so much, Belphegor" Belphie reads the end and begins to tear up.

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Mammon: *laying on his bed using his cell phone*

Asmo: *slamming the door* Mammon!!!!!!

Mammon: Whaa- *startling* Asmo!!!! What's going into you?!

Asmo: *throwing himself into his brother's arms* This is awful!!!! Look at this!

Mammon: *picking up the magazine Asmo was carrying* “The narcissistic avatar of lust, has no sense of fashion”?

Asmo: *almost crying*

Mammon: *frowning* What's this bullshit????

Asmo: They've published 5 pages, 5 pages!! of article picking on me because I wouldn't promote their accessories!!!!

Mammon: That's being dirty…. *thinking* hold on.

Asmo: *still with tears in his eyes*

Mammon: *sending a message, smiling* Don't worry little bro, your big brother has got this sorted out.

Asmo: ?

Mammon: Get dressed, we are going to have a shoot with the Vanity hell magazine.

Asmo: !!!! Really???? Oh Mammon thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!!!!! You are the best big brother

Mammon: They are going to find out who the lords of hell are, nobody messes with my little brother!

The next month

Mc: Oh? You two look very handsome in this magazine.

Mammon: Yeah, not bad, *proudly* Asmo will have a session with them soon.

Mc: *smiling cheekily*

Mammon: What?

Mc: You can say what you want, but you're a great brother and they love you too, in any case.

Mammon: *blushing* Shut up!!!

Mc: *going back to the magazine* I need a copy of this picture.

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I need more interactions between the brothers, go deeper into their relationships with each other and now that the game is not going to give more "cannon content" , it's time to write an encyclopedia for each of the characters already muahaha. I have to say that my favorite sibling relationships are Mammon and Asmo, Satan and Asmo, and Belphie and Beel, although I like all of them to lie uwu. And I'm totally in the boat that Mammon is a great big brother and many time his younger brothers turn to him for help very often, despite everything.

Anyways, thanks for read 🩷

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[spark-river]

Solomon, cooking normal, edible food: Want to try some?

Asmo, nearly crying: sure

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Asmo: Why does it taste normal?! Who are you and what have you done to Solomon!

[demonvibezart]

Be careful which Christmas movies you watch with the Brothers. ♡