#why do I always write longer stuff for Asmo? Is it because he's adorable? Yes. Probably

[devildom-moss]

Roses for You (5)

This had all started when you noticed a link between a book on the language of flowers you had borrowed from Satan’s room and the current lessons from your Seductive Speechcraft and Magical Potions classes.

In Seductive Speechcraft, you had just reached a section on the effectiveness of spells using non-verbal communication: enchanting glances, dance, and offerings. Meanwhile, in Magical Potions, the professor had been discussing the significance of using specific quantities when concocting potions; they had spent fifteen minutes just providing examples – including adding petals from two different flowers when using them for a love spell.

You couldn’t resist discussing the use of flower language – utilizing the type, color, and quantity of the flowers – to specify the magical intent of an offering as a form of seductive speechcraft. Asmo and Solomon listened intently. The same idea popped into both of their minds, and before you knew it, everyone was looking into color and number meanings, searching for the perfect combination to convey their feelings for you and try to put you under their spell. The only rule for their little competition to charm you? Only roses are allowed.

Will you be charmed by their attempts?

Five Roses - Asmodeus

Word Count: +700

I love you so much

“I ran you a bath, darling,” Asmo grinned and led you into his private bathroom. The entire room smelled of chocolate and roses – and yet, it wasn’t overwhelming. There was a towel and the guest robe that Asmo kept in his closet specifically for you.

This wasn’t what you expected when you received a text from him that said, “I need you in my room immediately, please~” It had been a long day, and you had actually considered telling him that you were too tired. He must have noticed how exhausted you were feeling. Just the thought of his consideration made your chest tighten with affection. Asmo watched for your eyes to soften and for that smile he adored to form on your precious face.

“Thank you, Asmo.” You offered him a soft smile.

“Usually, I take thanks in the form of a kiss, but I’ll add it to your tab, and we can have a nice make-out sesh later.” Asmo kissed your cheek. ��Take your time and relax, sweetheart.”

“You aren’t going to bathe with me?” you asked.

“I have something I have to take care of. Just enjoy yourself.” Asmo walked to the door and turned on his heels to add a small request. “Wait in my room when you’re all done, ‘kay?”

“Sure. Thanks again, Asmo.”

As he left, he shook his head with a huge grin. Oh, MC, that’s one more kiss on your tab, you cutie, he thought.

You stripped and sank into the warm, sweet-smelling water. A bath without Asmo was a bit lonely, but you appreciated the gesture. As a sigh of relief left your mouth, you heard faint classical music playing through the door – Asmo’s doing, you assumed. Tension dissolved from your body. This was nice.

Refreshed, you got out of the bath, dried off, and slipped into the silky threads Asmo provided for you. When you returned to his room, the classical music was still playing, but Asmo was nowhere in sight. There was, however, a vase of roses setting on his vanity that was not there prior to your bath – at least, you didn’t remember them being there. You would have assumed you had simply missed them or that they were a gift from a fan for Asmo if not for the large card next to the vase. It had your name written on it in fancy, metallic rose-gold letters. Curious, you flipped open the card; it read: If it’s possible to love me any more than you do now, I hope this little offering makes you fall even deeper.

These were for you: five bi-color roses, with lavender petals that transitioned into deep pink tips. You couldn’t help but feel that these roses were so much like Asmo himself – that these colors fit him perfectly, as if he was giving himself to you in flower form. Enchantment at the center of admiration and gratitude, all telling you that he loved you very much. Asmo often expressed his love for you openly, so something felt special about him telling you that he appreciated you and that he was the one who was being charmed.

“Enchanting the Avatar of Lust is no easy feat, you know?” Asmo’s voice tickled your neck as his arms wrapped around your waist from behind. You gasped at his sudden appearance. A soft chuckle left his lips at your reaction. He nuzzled into your neck. “You’re so cute, and you smell so good.”

Asmo’s lips grazed your skin, his hot breath sending shivers up your spine. Each kiss traveled slowly down to your neck until one of Asmo’s hands reached up and slid the collar of your robe down enough to expose your shoulder. There, he nipped and sucked at your skin. As he did, locks of his hair tickled you. Warm fingertips slipped between your robe, leaving teasing touches against your bare flesh.

A soft moan left your lips. “Asmo.”

“Yes?” His voice was hushed in your ear.

“I love you, too.” Asmo wanted to unravel you with his touch, but you were the one holding his heart in your hands. Heat rose in his cheeks, and he started to drag you backwards towards his bed. He pulled you down and you landed gently at the edge of the bed between his legs. From there, you could see both of your faces reflected in Asmo’s vanity mirror. His eyes affectionately stared back at you before he bent down and kissed your neck again.

“Let me love you more. I want to adore you so deeply that I drown in you,” he whispered.

His words were sweeter than honey. If he was to drown in you, then you were fated to be stuck in the sweet, sticky mess he made of you.

Lucifer (1) | Mammon (2) | Leviathan (3) | Satan (4) | Beelzebub (6) | Belphegor (7) | Diavolo (8) | Barbatos (9) | Luke (10) | Simeon (11) | Solomon (12) | Thirteen (13) | Raphael (14) | Mephistopheles (15)

[oneyeartoparty]

Hey hey hey! Me again lol- idk if requests are Open so sorry if I wasted your time, but can I request the Obey Me brothers with an fem! MC who has really long hair that almost drags on the floor? Ty keep up the good work luv ur writing ^^ ❤️

Hi again =) Please don’t feel bad about requesting something! I’m honestly so incredibly happy someone likes my stuff enough to ask for something, it really means a lot. I don’t mind people requesting thing either, just so long as they understand its my choice if I do it and when it gets done. Also, I know I took my time with this one, sorry for that! I’ve been busy and I rewrote it because the longer form version I started with seemed to drag on. I hope you enjoy this final version! Have a wonderful day everyone <3

Lucifer

Lucifer loves the pride fem!MC has in her hair. She always makes sure it’s in pristine condition and always takes time to care for it. It's something he both admires and adores.

He keeps note of any changes she makes and always ensures he’s the first to compliment her on them.

Lucifer does have to make sure her hair meets RADs rules though and inspects her hair to make sure it complies with the rules, though he becomes slightly more lenient as they grow closer.

His favourite way of destressing is taking her hair and gently combing it while softly humming. Watching her slowly fall asleep is the perfect reward after a long day, and the snuggles are a bonus.

Mammon

Absolutely adores her hair. The colour, the softest, the length it doesn’t matter what part, Mammon loves it.

So when he sees how much fem!MC cares for her hair, he’s all over it. He asks questions and offers to help during her hair care routine. He also gets jealous if someone else helps her other than him, especially if it’s one of his brothers.

If she’s thinking of dying her hair, he’ll offer to dye his hair that colour first so she can see what it looks like.

He’s most comfortable when a part of her hair is touching him. He doesn’t mind if it’s covering him as they watch TV or a few strands are wrapped around his finger, knowing she’s near is enough for him.

Leviathan

Levi being Levi, immediately see’s fem!MC’s hair and thinks of at least 20 anime and video game characters it reminds him of.

He asks if she grew her hair out to be similar to a character she likes. If she says yes, Levi is ecstatic and will bombard her with questions about what she knows about the character(s). If not, he’ll immediately offer to introduce her through heaps of gaming and anime binging sessions.

He enjoys making accessories for her to put in her hair, especially those based on his favourite anime and games.

For a DevilTube video they filmed together, they measured the length of Levi’s tail and her hair to see which was longer and had viewers vote on the answer.

Satan

Satan loves when he first sees her long hair because he knows it could cause problems for Lucifer in the future, especially at RAD.

He encourages fem!MC to try out all manner of different colours and styles to annoy Lucifer. He even pays for professional stylists to work on her hair both so it stays its best and breaks the most RAD rules possible.

Once they get close he’ll spend time learning about how to properly care for such long hair, both from fem!MC herself and from reading books.

With her permission, Satan cuts a small piece of her hair off and put in it a locket. He always wears the locket and when fem!MC is away, he’ll read aloud, hoping she can hear him through the necklace.

Asmodeus

Asmo is ecstatic when fem!MC first arrives in the Devildom. No one in the House of Lamentation has long hair, so he finally can try out different styles that only long hair can pull off.

He takes her aside and learns all about her hair, including what products work and what don’t for her. Asmo knows all hair is different, and he wants to know everything about hers.

He’ll also take her around the Devildom and introduce her to products similar to those she used in the human world, and some he thinks will work well for her hair.

He also takes her to his favourite hairstylist, or if she prefers to do it herself, lends her whatever she needs and help her out.

Beelzebub

Beel is dedicated to his favourite activities, so he understands fem!MC’s dedication to her hair and why she chooses to keep it so long.

If she ever needs help with her hair, Beel will always be there. He doesn’t mind if it takes a while, he knows things like this take time.

He also remembers everything she tells him about her hair. It’s important to her so it’s important to him, and he’ll also be eager to learn more so he can be there if she needs him.

fem!MC does have to be careful around a starving Beel though. On more than one occasion he’s mistaken her hair for some delicious snack. Fortunately, the most harm her hair suffered was being slightly wet and chewed.

Belphegor

Belphie isn’t outwardly impressed by fem!MC’s hair when he first sees it, but he secretly loved it. His hair is on the longer side when compared to his brothers and he has thought about getting longer hair but never done it.

With her encouragement, he starts to grow his hair out more, and jokes that he’ll have longer hair than her in no time.

He also likes to compare her hair to the bushy end of his tail, and they start having spa days where they treat their head hair and his tail.

Her hair is his preferred blanket. When they go to nap together, he’ll have her drape her hair over him. He has said more than once that this is when his best naps happen.

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Can I get some Mammon fluff? Like he or MC are upset about something and they come to one another for cuddles? I think that's cute.... Plus I'm in need of a hug 🤗

Sorry, anon this took so long!!!  Mammon was being a butthead throughout this whole fic and was not cooperating!  And this is not exactly cuddling, but I hope it suffices!  AND OMG ANON YOU SHALL BE HUGGED  ��🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗 Also, as usual, this story can be read on AO3 here.  Additionally, I have a few more writing requests to do, but feel free to send more if you’d like!

Title:

Avatar of Greed

Summary:

Mammon barges into your room very upset. You may not have all the answers, but you sure know when someone is in need of a hug and a listening ear.

Genre:

Angst/Comfort/Fluff

Rating:

G

Word Count:

1606

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You tap your fingers on your desk and stare daggers at your Poison Lore 1001 homework.  Your assignment is to create an extremely volatile aphrodisiac using belladonna, hemlock, and another toxic, yet arcane plant native to the Devildom—which is what stumps you, because as a human, how are you supposed to know what toxic plants are native to the Devildom!?  

You growl in frustration.  You aren’t supposed to use the internet to acquaint yourself with said plant and you can’t find your library card in order to check out a book at the Royal Library to find out what it might be.

Resting your head on your desk, you sigh.  Before you can decide that the assignment is a lost cause, you hear your bedroom door swing open.  Someone stomps in and sighs dramatically; you can hear them flop onto your bed. You already know who it is before they say a word.

“Mammon,” you groan, not raising your head.  “What did I say about sitting on my bed?”

“‘None of the members of the House of Lamentation are allowed on MC’s bed,’” he recites.  He pauses and then amends, “‘Cept for the Great Mammon, ‘cause he was MC’s first.”  

You moan and turn behind you, where you see Mammon lying all starfish-like on your bed.  “I don’t remember adding the last part.” You walk over and poke him. “Get off.”

“No,” Mammon whines, slinking further into the sheets. “MC, ya gotta let me stay.” 

Again, you poke him.  “Why?”

He sighs.  “Just do it, okay?”

Surprised with his answer, you finally decide your homework is most definitely not going to get done and scoot onto the bed with him, sitting on your pillows with Mammon sprawled out in front of you.  Absentmindedly, you fiddle with his hair, not noticing the blush that spreads across his face as you do so.  

“St—sto—”  he sputters incoherently for a few moments, before closing his eyes and retreating to silence.  The two of you sit like that quietly for a spell, before he breaks it again. “MC,” he begins, his voice so faint that you barely can hear it, “d’ya think I’m annoyin’?”

You don’t miss a beat as you continue playing with his hair and answer, “Yes.”

“Whaddaya mean by that, huh?” he demands, his blush growing even deeper and his eyes flying open.  “Didn’t ya hear what I asked? I asked if ya thought I was annoyin’!”  

“I know; I said ‘yes.’”  He doesn’t see the tiny smirk that forms at the corner of your mouth.

Mammon fidgets, his face tomato red now.  “K—keep talkin’ like that MC, and I might actually believe ya!”  He pauses again, and sits up, turning behind to look at you. He looks down and his voice turns into a whisper.  “… Do you really think that, though?”

You look at him, raising your eyebrows.  Before he had looked down, you had seen something in his dark blue eyes—something you hadn’t noticed before.  

You had always noticed the pools of a desire for validation that rippled in his dark sapphire irises, but today—today, you saw thin streams of desperation swirling amongst them, as well.  You decide that the time for teasing the tsundere, tsundere demon is over. You pull him back down, letting his head rest on your lap and scoop a pillow off your bed.

“Wh—whoa, MC!” he exclaims.   You didn’t think his face could get any redder, but somehow it does.  “I know you’re desperate for The Mammon, but ya didn’t even answer my que—”

Before the fool can finish his sentence, you whomp your pillow across his head.  You blush, grit your teeth, and answer his initial question, saying, “If I found you annoying, I wouldn’t sit here and listen to you babble, would I?”  

Mammon coughs in embarrassment and wisely avoids eye contact—a fact which you are very grateful for, because what would you do if he saw how red your face was now?

You try to regain your composure.  You clear your throat and wonder, “Why do you ask?”  You ponder if one of his brothers had said something to him for him to ask such a question, but then you remember Mammon’s neverending patience when it came to the verbal lashings that his brothers magnanimously granted to him. 

“It’s nothin’.”

You remember the desperation you had seen in his eyes and in your most wheedlesome tone, cajole “Come on, say.”

“I told ya, it’s nothin’ for you to worry about, MC.”

“Please say.”  You take a deep breath and muster your sweetest voice.  “For  me?“

“AAAH!” he grumbles, nestling his head deeper into your lap.  “MC, you know damn well that I can’t say no when ya use that voice!”

You smile in satisfaction and amuse your fingers in his hair once more.  “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Mammon turns to his side so you can no longer see his face and sighs.  “Fine.” He takes a deep breath. “MC, what sin am I the Avatar of?”

“Stupidity.”  The tease pops out of your mouth without your consent.  

“HEY!  Stupidity’s not a sin and you know it!”  

You stifle a laugh as you notice that he doesn’t deny his idiocy and try to remain serious.  “Alright, alright. I know you’re the Avatar of Greed.”

“Mm-hm,” he agrees.  “And ya know what? I’m damn good at what I do.”  Mammon’s confident tone falters for a moment. “Sure, I’m klepto as hell, but it’s not like I can help that … y’know?”  He pauses. “I’m greedy—it’s who I am. When I see somethin’ I like, I gotta have it, no matter what.” You don’t notice that he lightly coils his fingers around your calf as he says this.  

Saying nothing, you nod at his spiel.  You know the secondborn demon well enough to realize that he has more to say.  

And he does.  His voice lowers to a whisper and he wonders, “Then why am I always gettin’ blamed for bein’ who I am, huh?”  You can feel his head shake in your lap. “Sure, I guess me lootin’ stuff isn’t fun for everyone, but it’s not like I can help it—it’s instinct.”

You’re not sure how to answer his question, so you continue your silence and let him talk.  

“But hey, doesn’t everyone notice that it also ain’t fun for all of us to have to explain to the whole class why Belphie’s sleepin’ during lecture again or to open the fridge and realize Beel’s eaten damn near everything?  Or hey, do they think it’s easier to have Asmo hittin’ on everything with a pulse?  Maybe it’s better for Satan to blow up the House in some kinda tantrum or to have Levi freak the fuck out ‘cause some rando on the internet has a Ruri-chan figure that he doesn’t?  Or to know that Lucifer—” his voice breaks, but he swallows quickly and continues, “—to know that Lucifer’s so fuckin’  perfect that I can’t think of any flaws for him?”

Even though you vowed not to interrupt him, you decide it’s best to cut him off there.  “Lucifer’s not perfect.”

“Trust me—” Mammon’s voice breaks again as he turns his head deeper into your lap.  “—trust me, MC, I know that! Ignore ‘im for a minute here.” He sighs and pivots so that he faces the ceiling, and you can see that his eyes are ever-so-slightly glassy.  “Just … why’s that okay, huh? Why’s everything all hunky-dory for them when they’re givin’ into their sin, but all pitchforks ‘n’ torches for Mammon?”

You pull your hands out of his hair and bring them around his shoulders.  For once, he’s too distraught to blush. You’re not sure why his brothers act the way they do, but you are sure of the response he needs.  “It’s not fair.”

“No,” he mutters, “it ain’t.  And it’s not like it bothers me a lot, but sometimes … when I get to thinkin’ … ”

That’s when you realize that the desperation you had seen earlier in his eyes wasn’t just his desperation to be validated, but desperation for someone to just listen to what he was saying.  

You’d seen how the other six demons reacted when Mammon spoke—they’d tromp over him (although … could you really blame them?  Mammon’s dialogue usually made it clear that he was merely operating on one brain cell). Perhaps it was in an effort to tease, but even then there was only so much a demon can suffer.  You’re even more thankful now that you had let him monologue for so long. If anyone deserved to, it was the silly secondborn. 

You don’t even have to think as you yank him into a seated position and wrap your arms around his back tightly; you don’t let go as you slowly rub circles into his back.  Graciously, you decide to do him a favor and not make the adorable little squeak! he elicited as you did so public knowledge.

“H—hey, MC!  Ya don’t have to feel sorry for me or anythin’!”  He blushes, having regained some of his cockiness.  “I’m a demon for cryin’ out loud!  I don’t need a hug!”  Nevertheless, he takes a deep breath and leans into you.   

Your head is nuzzled into his hair as you murmur, “Shh … everyone needs a hug, sometimes.”

You feel his body stiffen and you worry that that was the wrong thing to say.  However, Mammon turns around and wraps his arms around you, just as tightly.  

You breathe warmly into him and stifle a laugh when he meekly asks, “Y—you’re not gonna do this for my brothers, right?”

“Never.”