The Demon Brothers: Shopping Headcanons

The Demon Brothers: Shopping Headcanons

the demon bros go to the mall together, how bad could it be? 🛍️🛒 they're definitely one of those loud families, y'know? the one that takes up the entire walkway or causes a mess somewhere that blocks the mall traffic😂

Lucifer

Has prepared a list of the things he needs to buy.

He knows what he wants to buy and where to get them and only goes to those stores.

Gives the parent of a loud and crying kid a very judgemental stare.

Usually buys his clothes in high-end boutiques but if he goes to the mall and something catches his eyes from the store window, he's willing to check it.

Will never be seen shopping in sweats. He's one of those people who go to the mall looking like they're going to a fashion show.

Satan asks him if he needs some help with the groceries and Lucifer's pride gets Very Hurt and Offended.

“I can handle it, thank you very much," he huffs. Which he regrets a little later, not that he will ever admit that he maybe needs some help.

Mammon

Begs Lucifer to buy him the newest watch. Lucifer refuses.

Tries to sneak food into the shopping cart when they're shopping for groceries but he's not very subtle about it.

Makes tiktok videos with Asmo in one of the aisles.

He either overspends—buying the most expensive and unnecessary things, blowing up his money like he just got his first paycheck—or he's the most frugal shopper you have ever met. There is no in between.

“Oh, I got some coupons for that.”

“Wait a sec, lemme check my phone, I have an online code for the discount..”

“I wanna use my reward points to pay for this. They ain't expired yet, I think.”

Gets into a fight with another customer at the sale racks and clearance sections.

Negotiates the price with the uncomfortable and annoyed cashier who just wants to finish ringing up his purchases because he is holding up the queue.

Leviathan

Manages to walk through the crowd without brushing shoulders with other people, all while his eyes stays on his phone. It's a talent.

The stroller. Walks really slow.

Doesn't try to sneak in more junk food and snacks anymore, just straight up tells Lucifer before putting his food in the cart and hopes Lucifer is in a giving mood.

Goes with Satan to the bookstore to check out the comic books and manga sections.

The kind of person to check the menu online first because deciding what to buy at the counter of the mall café is Very Stressful.

Goes to the electronics store because he wants to check that new headphones. Doesn't buy anything, orders it online when he gets home.

Goes to the arcade if the mall has one.

“Wait, let me check it online first, maybe we can get it for less the price if we order it through their website.”

Satan

Goes to the pet store just to see the animals.

“Satan disappears again.” “It's fine, he's probably in the bookstore as usual.”

Just quietly slinks off from the group and then joins them again sometime later, holding a bag of new books.

Gets mistaken as a store employee.

Sneaks in food to the grocery cart and actually succeeds. Lucifer only realizes that there are extra groceries in the cart when he's already at the cashier.

Gets asked to record the tiktok videos Mammon and Asmo are doing.

The person that judges you after he glances at your cart and see what kind of groceries you're buying.

Somehow gets out of helping Lucifer with the groceries.

Asmodeus

Goes inside every stores that sells clothes or accessories.

Yes, he will try all of these clothes even though he knows he's not buying most of them. He just likes playing dress up.

Takes selfies in the changing room.

Buys the new products of his favorite cosmetic brand. His palm has shades of pink on it from sampling the lipsticks.

“Sorry, I can't help carry those grocery bags, I'm just too delicate for such brutal hard work😔. I'll leave it all to you, my strong brothers😌.”

Overall is having a great time, even if he's just window shopping. He enjoys shopping for the experience and not just the things he buys.

That one person who holds up the line because he's flirting with the cashier.

Beelzebub

Puts a lot of food in the grocery cart.

“Beel, you can't open it yet, we haven't paid for it— oh shit, okay just— just don't throw away the empty packages and we'll let the cashier scan those later.”

Checks out the sports store because he broke his sport shoes from the last Fangol match.

Offers to wheel another cart so Belphie can sleeps in it while they're grocery shopping.

Refolds the clothes back and reorganizes the products on the shelves. He doesn't like it when they're messy.

Stops at every snack kiosk.

Walks faster when they've finally finished all the shopping and are now heading to the mall food court before going home.

Belphegor

“Can I just wait in the car? Just leave the window open a little and I'll be fine.”

Finds a bench or a seat and just stays there until one the brothers comes and tells him they're moving to the next store.

Will sit on the floor near a wall if he can't find a place to seat.

Insists that he needs more pillows and blankets. Lucifer compromises with him and he only gets the new blanket.

Browses through the toys store to see if there's a plushie he likes.

Sleeps on one of the beds in the furniture store. Sleeps in a grocery cart. Also sleeps standing up in the most inconvenient spot.

Lets out a loud, relieved sigh when they all finally sits down at the mall food court. Complains that his feet is killing him even though he spends 89% of the trip sitting on the mall benches.

Would you be willing to do a request for the undateables in obey me where they react to seeing a plushy that the mc made of them? I saw it on another person's blog a while back for the brothers (I can't remember who it was for the life of me though) and I would try to find them and request it from them, but I think they mentioned they didn't really write for the undateables. I'd completely understand if you didn't want to do this request because of all that, but I wanted to try and ask anyway.

Obey Me! ❥ Little Piece of You

a/n: this is really cute! if you ever remember the blog of the original writer, hmu! i’m always up for following more obey me blogs. just wanted to let ya’ll know cus i was rereading this and then rereading the prompt: i wrote it so the plushies are like big or at least big enough to be huggable? dunno if that’s what you wanted or if you wanted like keychain sized ones. if you wanted me to write about smaller ones, sorryyywarning: extreme fluuuff (both literally and metaphorically)

Diavolo

would straight up gush over it like he’d be so hyped just to see this huggable sized plushie in your arms and it looks like him!

he probably has diavolo merch or something so it’s probably not new for him to see plushies of him? if that makes sense

but like this one is special

this one, you handmade yourself, with your own bare hands! anything made by you is magical and special to him

he’d probably ask if you can make one of barbatos... and one of lucifer... and maybe one of simeon...

you’d either do it or you’d have to explain that this one you made is special so you can’t make any other ones

his heart would explode if you said the one you made was special and he’d be like no you’re right i want to be the only plushie you have

You sat on Diavolo’s chair, your back leaning against the edge of his desk and his arms wrapped around your waist. In your arms was the Diavolo plushie you had finished maybe a week or two ago.

You pressed your lips against the Diavolo plushie’s head, peering up at the real Diavolo with big cute eyes.

It made Diavolo’s heart do summersaults in his chest. You were so adorable and he wished he could just have a picture of this moment to keep with him for all eternity.

That was when a lightbulb lit in his head. He pulled his D.D.D out and aimed the camera at you. He was much too fast and you weren’t able to stop him. With wide eyes, you tried to reach for the D.D.D

“Diavolo!” You whined out, unable to grab it seeing as Diavolo’s arm was much longer than yours.

He just laughed, one arm wrapped around you, before ducking his head and pressing a kiss to your forehead. He’d have to ask Barbatos to develop the picture later so he could place it in a frame on his desk.

Barbatos

he’d feel so unworthy

he’s a mere butler? and you slaved during countless hours just so you’d have a plushie of him? he’s so honoured

literally is holding back tears but like it doesn’t look like he’s holding back tears cus he’s so bad at expressing emotions?

he hugs you when you show it to him and probably presses a kiss onto your forehead

which is rare! he usually isn’t one to initiate affection becos he worries you don’t want it at the time

after you leave with the plushie, he immediately starts missing you and the plushie lol

the next time you see him, he probably made a plushie of you too and it’s like waaay well better made than yours lmao

“Barbatos.” You pouted, staring down at... your own beady eyes?

The plushie he had in his hands was immaculate. It was so cute and well crafted that you would’ve thought it was made in some high-tech factory instead of Barbatos’ own hands. You wouldn’t have expected less from such a well-trained butler.

Barbatos simply smiled, all gentle and sweet like he always did “I thought you’d like it if we matched.”

Your heart fluttered a little at that but you still continued to pout, glancing at his plushie and then at your plushie “Yours looks way better than mine.”

The smile on his face vanished for a second before returning, much brighter than before “Ahhh, you’re so cute. Don’t be jealous. I think your plushie is the best plushie in all of the three realms.”

“You’re just saying that because it’s a plushie of you.” You blushed, hiding your lower face into the top of the Barbatos plushie’s head.

Barbatos shook his head “I’m saying that because anything made by your hands is the best of it’s kind.”

When you, flustered beyond belief at his sweet words, said nothing in return, Barbatos bumped your plushie’s head against his in a cute attempt to make them kiss.

Simeon

another one who gushes over your plushie lol

like, at first, you think he’s not going to like it cus he just stares at it

but then he’s grinning and he’s taking it into his hands and hugging it and he’s absolutely loving the thing

he definitely says dumb stuff like the eyes look exactly like mine! and you got all my facial features!

hello, dumb handsome angel, it’s a plushie! stop kissing ass lol

anyway, he does it in a way that’s super adorable cus like? he’s gushing over his own plushie? isn’t that just cute?

definitely asks you to make him a plushie of you and he’ll subtly bother you about it until you agree

Simeon let a small gentle smile overtake his features as he stared down at you, cradled in his arms with your head tucked against his chest. You were peacefully asleep, arms full of both a plushie version of him and a plushie version of yourself.

He had never felt this much happiness before.

This happiness he got from years of praise in the Celestial Realm couldn’t even light a candle next to the bright glowing happiness he got just from holding you in his arms.

This was what he wanted most. Even if it was just a lifetime of just this moment, of being able to hold you like this, with the plushies of the two of you in your arms, he’d be happy.

It was odd. He wasn’t sure why. He’d been taught by scripture and by other older angels that happiness was servitude and he was slowly discovering that they were wrong.

Simeon pressed a kiss onto your forehead, mind abuzz with thoughts as he carefully, gently, pulled you closer into him, as if scared you’d disappear into thin air.

Solomon

dumb bastard man teases you about it at first

solomon, probably: awww, you miss me that much? you love me that much? you made me a plushie, you simp?

solomon, internally: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

he doesn’t want to show his weaknesses so he’s like pretending but like internally he’s so smitten with the idea that you love him so much you made a plushie of him

like if that isn’t the cutest shit?

but then, becos of his teasing, you start to give the plushie more love and everything backfires on solomon

it’s not the cutest shit anymore lol

You pressed several kisses onto the Solomon plushie clutched tightly in your arms, lips shaped into the cutest pout Solomon had ever seen.

“Okay, stop.” He tried to sound serious but there was an obvious whining tone in his voice as he frowned down at you.

You didn’t stop. In fact, you pressed more kisses onto Solomon plushie’s face.

Solomon let out a small growl before reaching for you. You quickly dodged and tried to run, Solomon plushie hugged protectively to your torso.

The chase was short lived. Solomon, both bigger and with longer legs and arms, caught you easily, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against his chest.

You laughed only to gasp dramatically when Solomon grabbed the plushie and tossed him somewhere “My love!”

“I’m your love.” Solomon let out another irritated growl before, suddenly, attacking you with kisses. Sloppy ones too, all over your face, down your neck, across your shoulders.

You laughed loudly, ‘trying’ to escape his grasp. Solomon, on the other hand, just kept kissing you, enjoying the happiness you brought him just from your bright smile and your sweet laughter.

Headcannon that Belphie has a lot of piercings but never wears them because it gets in the way of sleeping 💤

Don’t tell me he wouldn’t order custom made merch for Satan’s and MC’s little club

probably forced Levi to do the whole thing;; sorryLevi

I love this asshole ughhhh;;

Belphegor as SUGA - DYNAMITE

Asmodeus’s Favorite Scents

Or alternatively, what does Asmo smell in an Amortentia potion?

The smell of muted saffron and something smoky.

Ozone. Mint blue flames flickering in the shadows. Spices and sparks. Burning ice and something sweet on the edge of the coldness. The air charges with old magic, something dangerous brewing under the surface that sends him shuddering in anticipation.

Asmo is mostly neutral towards Solomon but he can't deny the rush he feels when Solomon summons him, when he practices his magic. After all, it's the reason Asmo agrees to a pact with him in the first place.

His magic is different, one-of-a-kind, and oh so powerful. He doesn’t think he’ll find anything else quite like this.

(Until you.

You keep surprising him, summoning him without a pact and with a greater magic than his current pact-holder. You're a mystery he wants to learn and, oh, how delicious your magic feels in his blood.

“I've made up my mind. Make a pact with me,” he says to you.)

A floral scent that he recognizes as the smell of roses.

It makes Asmo think of the perfume that he has only worn once after buying it because he doesn’t want to waste it. Of his favorite pair of earrings, pink diamonds resembling the shape of flowers. Of the roses in his room, flowing down the footboard of his bed and placed in glass vases.

(“The purple ones means enchantment and love at first sight,” Asmo says with a wink, when you ask him about their meanings, “and the pink roses means adoration and love, just like how the world adores me!”

Except you, he wants to say, you who never fall for his charms, you who he cannot command to love him.)

It makes him think of sketches of clothes he designs just for you, pages upon pages of breathtaking dresses that he thinks will suit your style. Of pink paint splattered on his hands.

"I didn’t know you could paint, Asmo. Would you ever consider painting me someday?" you ask, half-joking.

He would. He have. His last work in progress is a painting of you, surrounded by roses, pink ones, and he wonders what drove him to paint the golden halo around your head.

He never shows you the painting.

Something familiar and sweet, that smells like honey and vanilla.

Asmo feels as if he’s smelled this somewhere before.

Like the bakery he always goes to when he wants freshly baked Wicked Cupcakes, like his scented candles scattered around his room, like hugging you as tight as he can without hurting you and feeling your heartbeat against him and burying his nose in your hair and—

Oh.

He sits down, a growing pit in his stomach. The realization he may like you more than he likes to think he does hits him hard, and he has to admit that he has been thinking of you more than he thinks about himself.

He never imagined it would be this scary, loving someone.

bubble tea date with satan