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Mc: (sorting through and separating the food on the plate)

Mammon: why tf did we get the autistic one?

Mammon: oi human! What's your ideal type?

Mc: Strong and Tough

Mammon: Once I killed ten mosquitos-

Mc: But also who are sensitive

Mammon: -and after killing them, I cried for an hour.

This is probably one of THE most tender fics I’ve read about Asmodeus. I really love this perspective of him, and its just so nice… The continuous asking and checking if MC is comfortable, explaining each action and being so patient..

Even Levi worry about his Henry

Waaahhhh, this makes me feel better about me cuz it’s been stress hours (midterm week has began)

Asmodeus helping depressed reader bathe

Warnings and notes: female mc, body size occasionally mentioned, as well as other small specific features, self image issues briefly mentioned, mentions of bad hygiene and general depression, Lucifer mentioned as scolding mc briefly for not attending classes, Levi briefly mentioned to have depression, Beel mentioned as leaving food for mc outside her room, intimate touching (platonic or romantic, I tried to keep it ambiguous), mentions of boöbs and n!pples, mentions of ‘area between thighs’ but no specific word given, word ‘butt’ used, mentions of skin picking and leg bouncing, and I believe that’s it.

“Hey, sweetheart, i know you’re in there, I’m coming in, alright?”

Hearing no answer, but knowing you would have spoken up if you didn’t want him entering, Asmo slowly turned the doorknob and gently opened the door to your room. Your head turned ever so slightly to the door, but your eyes remained on the open text book in front of you. Upon walking closer, he saw the pages of a long since passed lesson. He looked down at your hands, currently picking at the skin around your nails, and it was evident you had been for a while, the skin choppy and red. He then looked at your face and caught your dazed eyes and irritated cheeks.

You were trying to catch up on studying as you had stopped going to classes 2 weeks ago. Lucifer had scolded you multiple times, but with each lecture he gave, you seemed to care less and less. You looked like you’d been rubbing and pulling at your cheeks, he could tell you were trying to keep up with class work but he’s not sure if you know that you’re studying an old lesson you’ve already missed. Asmo then noticed your hair, oily and clumped into dirty strands as you looked down at your hands and brought your finger to your lips. He quickly but gently put his own hand in its path and yours stopped, but didn’t try to pull away or move around his to fix its course, so he let his finger tips brush your hand.

It twitched but again, didn’t pull away, so he took it in his own and held it. The warmth seemed to bring you out of your daze and you slowly lifted your head to look at him. The brightness in your eyes was missing as they flitted worriedly between his and he noticed your wet lashes and your oily forehead. Only then did he notice the smell of your room, body odor and dust, and he knew you had neglected your hygiene, whether you wanted to or not.

He gave you a soft smile before softly greeting you.

“Hey sweetie.” Asmo reached his hand forward to brush your hair back from your face. He sees panic in your eyes and he can only assume it’s because you don’t want him to feel how dirty your hair is.

And he’s right.

You feel your eyes well up with tears as his hand moves towards your head and the world seems to slow. You don’t want him to feel how oily and slick your hair is, you can’t disgust him, this is Asmo, the avatar of lust and a man who takes incredible care of himself and his hygiene and doesn’t like to sweat even a drop and risk his makeup or breaking out, a man who always smells wonderful and never gross. God, you haven’t left your room in 2 weeks it must smell awful. Your eyes dart around the room in a panic as your hand tightens around his.

Asmo feels your hand tighten around his as his other slowly approaches your head. He sees your teary eyes dart around. You look terrified, and it breaks his heart. His hand finally touches your hair as he moves it aside and holds it out of your face as he strokes gently just past your temple. Your breathing picks up and he softly shushes you. “You’re alright.”

“But..my hair...it’s-“

“Dirty?” His eyes soften and he gives your hand a reassuring squeeze. “It’s ok, hair gets dirty. I don’t mind touching it.”

You gulp down a particularly unpleasant urge to sob and release a shaky breath.

“Yeah but I’m...” you hesitate to say it, embarrassed,”dirty. I’m gross and I probably smell bad. You don’t like gross, you’re probably just here cuz you feel like you have to be-“

Asmo shakes his head and takes your hands before sitting on your bed in front of you. He can see you starting to put yourself down and scold yourself for something that’s completely understandable.

“I’m here because I care about you. I know what’s going on, and please don’t think I’m trying to be rude by talking to you about this when you’ve never explicitly let any of us know, but I know you’re depressed” he feels you tense up, “and I’m worried about you. I understand that it takes up all of your time, your attention, all of your energy just trying to work around it everyday, and that sometimes because of that, you forget ‘normal’ everyday things like showering, eating, drinking water, brushing your teeth, and that’s alright. Having depression keeps you from achieving the same ‘normal’ as everyone else, and it’s not your fault.” You were so shocked he was able to voice his understanding in such a way that you neglected to wonder why he understood.

Truth is, Levi suffers from it to, and Asmo only knows from prying it from him years ago, ever since then he’s the one Levi goes to talk to. But now wasn’t the time to mention it.

“I just want to help. Get you feeling clean again, we can get some water in you, and then we’ll get something to eat together, even if it’s just a little bit. I know Beel’s been leaving you food outside your door, but he walks back to the kitchen with most of it and the end of the day. Is it ok if I ask if you’ve eaten any of it?”

You shake your head, you don’t want to talk about your eating habits right now, not when you’re in the headspace you’re in right now.

He hums softly. “That’s ok, we can talk about it later if you want. Now (y/n), I’m not trying to be rude and I apologize if I come off as so, but can you take a bath for me? You’re going to start to feel icky and you’ll feel worse if you don’t soon. I’ll be right outside the door for you, or we can leave the door open and I’ll sit outside right next to it so you can talk to me if you need to.”

The tears welling up in your eyes start falling slowly and your nose feels stuffy.

“I don’t think I....can do it, I’m too tired...it hurts to stand, I can’t-“ Asmo’s hands leave yours for your arms, holding them to you carefully and rubbing them.

“Breathe (y/n), I know, I know.” He drew in a breath and couldn’t release it. He was scared to ask you this.

But he didn’t see any other option.

“Would you like to take a bath with me? Nothing weird I promise, but would you let me help you get cleaned up? You just have to relax, I’ll do everything, get you all washed. How does that sound?”

You pulled your arms into yourself and hugged your torso before lightly shaking his hands off. Your breath came out in shaky bursts. “I don’t want you to..to see me, I’m ugly an-and gross.”

Asmo could swear he felt his heart shatter, he wanted to reach for you but kept his hands in his lap.

“You are not ugly, not to me, not to anyone. You never have been, and you never will be. Everything about you is beautiful, your cute button nose that you think is too wide, your pure (e/c) eyes that you say are too small, your tummy that you always want to hide when I take you shopping for clothes. You’re a work of art to me, and I don’t want you to feel so bad that it taints your perception of yourself anymore.”

You look down as you shake trying to hold in your tears and you reach for his hand. You hesitate and he turns his hand and opens his palm to you, letting you place your hand in his when you’re ready.

Asmo is gentle when he closes his hand around yours, he’s slow when he stands from your bed, he’s patient as he lets you stand at your own pace. He’s soft as he opens your door and warm as you slowly move your arms to around his middle. He doesn’t cringe away from you as you hold him tightly, and his arm only leaves you to turn off your light and close your door.

“You can stay in my room tonight, or anyone else’s if you’d like, they’d be more than happy to see you. I can talk to them about what’s going on if that’s ok, or tell them not to ask about it, I just don’t want you going back to your room and falling back into that rut. I know you’ll want the familiar safety of your own room, but it’s best to tidy it up first, open some windows and let fresh air in too. And I’ll help you with it, or I can take care of it for you.”

When you get to his room, the familiar floral and vanilla scent wafts out of the door and caresses you both. Asmo let’s you walk in first, wants you to know that you can leave if you need to and that he isn’t dragging you into doing anything.

“Do you have any clothes you want me to get for you while we wait for the bath to fill?”

You fiddle with the sleeve of the hoodie you’ve been wearing for too long. He knows it’s your favorite and knows that you want to wear it when you get out of the bath.

“I can put your clothes in the wash while we wait, and I can text levi and tell him to put it in the dryer when it’s ready and to bring it up when it’s done, does that sound good?”

You nod and Asmo turns on the water for the bath. You take off your hoodie and hand it to him nervously. The tub is filling up more now, if you sat on the inner steps of the tub it would be just past your belly button.

“You can hop in right now if you want, or you can add this and get in when you’d like.” Asmo held out a bottle to you.

Bubble bath soap.

Your hands gently wrap around it and he sees the confused look on your face. “I thought it might be nice, it’s smells really good. And I thought maybe if there were bubbles to cover yourself with, you might feel a little less anxious. The bubbles don’t pop until the cap is closed on the bottle, so remember to leave it open if you use it.”

Your face grows warm, you’ve never experienced this much care and consideration before. Asmo turns the water off, the tub having filled during your conversation. He bundles up your hoodie in his arms.

“I’ll go set this to wash, can I go into your dresser and get you bottoms and underwear, and anything else?” You mumble out additional clothing items and he smiles.

“Ok! You can get in anytime you want, I made sure the water isn’t too hot. And you can put your clothes in the basket in the corner.” He leaves and closes the door behind him, but offers you a smile before it’s fully closed.

You step over to the tub and open the bottle, slowly tipping in just a drop. You don’t know how much you’ll need. One drop seems to be more than enough as the second it hit the water the surface of the bath exploded with quiet bubbles. You poke one to test the durability and Asmo was right, it didn’t pop. You shed your dirty clothes and place them in the laundry basket in the corner, trying not to feel guilty about how dirty they are compared to how clean the basket looks. You turn to the tub, ever amazed at how big it really is, and you softly step in and sit as the warm water all but wraps it’s arms around you. You walk on your knees to the other side and look at the soaps, shampoos, conditioners, and moisturizers Asmo keeps out.

Asmo returns with your clean clothes and sees you looking at all the products on the tub edge.

“(Y/n), I’m back, I’m gonna hop in, ok? You can stay turned over that way if you want.”

There’s fabric shuffling and water moving and then it settles. “Ok, you can come over here, sit between my legs, ok?”

You’re slow to turn around but when you do, Asmo is sitting patiently with a smile. You move slowly and do what he said, bringing some of the simpler, less expensive looking soaps and hair products with you.

He looks at them in your hands, “You can use any of them Yknow, no matter how expensive it looks.” You shake your head and say it’s alright while he takes them from you and sets them aside. As you move to sit between his legs he pulls your elbows to gently steer you to where he’d like you to sit. You sit with your knees bent and thighs together and you feel Asmo do the same, but with his legs open to allow you space between them as his knees softly knock your elbows.

“Ok, can you lean back for me?” You do so slowly, “more,” you lean more, “a little more” you lean a little more, “a liiitttllleee more~” you lean until you feel his hands cradle your head. He looks down at you from above with a goofy yet gorgeous smile. His hips move a bit as his legs move to cross his calves under your back, not fully seated as he keeps them up off the tub bottom to support you.

Asmo feels your muscles tense and assumes it’s because of the way he’s sitting. He knows it’d be uncomfortable to any human after a while, but it would take much longer for his legs to ache from keeping them in this position. “It’s ok, just relax. I’m gonna wet your hair now, ok?”

When you nod, Asmo reaches to the side and grabs what looks like a big pearlescent sea shell, and for all you knew it probably was real. He brushes aside some bubbles near you and dips it in. Your eyes close as you listen to the gentle sound of it filling with water. He places the side of his hand on your brows and slowly pours the water on your hair. Most of it was already wet from laying in the water but the top of your head still needed soaking. He did this a few more time before setting the shell down on the tub edge and reaching for the shampoo.

“Do you want to stay like this or sit up while I clean your hair?”

You decide to sit up and give his legs a rest though you know he probably doesn’t need it. He stands behind you and sits on the tub edge, tapping your arms and telling you to scooch back a bit to where his knees just touch your shoulders. You hear the shampoo bottle open and the unmistakable sound of jelly like liquid being squeezed out of a bottle. Asmo let’s you know before he places his hands on your hair and gently smooths the shampoo to cover most of your hair, leaving the the mid section and the ends bare of it. He then starts to massage it into your scalp and roots gently before lathering it into the top most section of your hair. As he’s doing so he asks if you’d like some music and calls out to whatever the Devildom equivalent of a smart speaker is and tells it to start his “late night shopping” playlist. The room flooded with the quiet hums of your favorite music and you perked up a bit. After a few songs and Asmo shampooing and rinsing your hair a few times, you ask about the playlist and tell him it’s been some of your favorite songs.

“Of course! I keep track of your music recommendations!”

You turn to him after the last rinse in shock. “You remembered every song I’ve recommended you?”

He beams at you, “Isn’t it neat! You can stay sitting up, time for conditioner.”

As Asmo massaged the conditioner into your ends you could feel yourself dozing off. In fact, you had dozed off and didn’t know until you felt a hand softly smoothing down your hair.

“You never told me your hair was wavy. It’s like mine.”

You grab a strand absentmindedly and wrap it around your finger. “I didn’t know until maybe 2 months ago. It got wet in the rain and started curling as it dried. I would always brush my hair everyday and it would get really frizzy, but I never thought it could be because my hair is a different type than I always thought it to be.”

“Well I’m glad we used my shampoo then. If you want we can talk about a good routine for your hair later, how does that sound?” You yawn and wiggle your hands in the water to clear off any bubbles before wiping your eyes.

“Sounds nice.”

Asmo hums in agreement before placing his hands on your shoulders. “You seem pretty tired, but we still need to wash your body. Can you wake up for me a bit so you can do it, or is it alright if I clean you?”

You swished your hands in the water a bit as you thought it over. This situation wasn’t completely new to you, you’d “bathed” with Asmo several times before, but you’d always worn something in the bath, be it a swimsuit or just a large black T-shirt you could easily wring out after. A naked Asmo wasnt new either, but this soft intimacy was.

“You can do it, I’m ok with that.”

He replies with a soft “ok” and leans back to grab a wash cloth and began soaping it up.

“I had Solomon enchant this tub awhile ago, the water won’t get dirty no matter how long you sit in it, so we can focus on getting you clean.” He starts scrubbing your arms making sure not to be rough.

He scrubs at every tensing muscle, gently gliding over each twitching nerve, soapy up every crevice. When your chest starts to shake he places his elbows on his knees that reassuringly have stayed on each side of you, and opens his palms to you. He gently takes your hands as you squeeze them tight and ground yourself. When your grip loosens and your breathing steadies he waits for you to let go before he continues. Asmo keeps his movements slow as he cleans the rolls of skin on your lower back that he knows you despise. His eyes track every movement you make to make sure you’re ok with what he’s doing while he scrubs your spine and shoulder blades. His hands move carefully around to your stomach to scrub there. He begins to space out as he rubs soft circles into the tummy he adores so much. He’s been with you when you cry about your image, and your tummy is mentioned the most, and he loves every part of you, but especially your tummy, for every time you voiced your disdain for it, his love for it grew even more. If there was a part of you that you didn’t love, he would love it for you.

His focus returned when your back touched his chest. He looks down at your face and your eyes have fluttered closed, occasionally opening slightly to try and blink back your drowsiness.

“You must be so tired...(y/n) honey...I need to move on to your chest, ok. Do you want me to keep going, or do you want to do it?”

His hand move beneath your arm to the other side to offer you the wash cloth. You sit and think tiredly for a moment before closing his hand around the cloth.

Asmo starts at your collar bone, softly scrubbing upwards to clean behind your ears and the back of your neck. Then he started scrubbing any parts of your stomach he hadn’t scrubbed because of the closeness to your chest. Slowly, he began scrubbing the top of one breast, applying soft pressure with his thumb, before moving to the side and bottom, softly cupping it as he scrubbed, and lastly scrubbed your nipple, as gently as he could. He pulled away and asked if you were doing alright before doing the same to your other breast after you gave him the ok. He cleaned between them after, careful not to touch anything other than where he was scrubbing. He let you know what he was doing before he scooped the shell into the water to rinse you.

Then he sat there, once again unsure if he should ask this. Your permission is the most important thing right now, and he would ask for or wait for your permission when it came to touching you, but this was a bit different. Your legs wouldn’t be an “obstacle”, but between them would be. There was no sound but the music softly thrumming around the room and either of yours occasional deeper breaths. So Asmo took a deep breath in.

“(Y/n)? Let’s move onto your legs and...everything else, ok?” You both have used vulgar words for different parts before but just thinking of saying them right now felt like it would shatter the calm you’d both built in the room. So he chose not to. “How would you like to do this?” After a while of you sitting silently and struggling to think about something so different he decided to help you. “You can stand and I’ll scrub you down, we could stay sitting, you could sit here while I move around to help? What sounds good?”

You fiddled with his hand where it laid between you, playing with his fingers as you stared wide eyed at the other side of the room but not truly looking at anything. You tried not to bite your nails as you worked through your thoughts. “Can you...help me? Can we stand?” Asmo hooked his index finger around yours gently.

“Of course. Do you want me up first?”

You nod and he slowly stands helping you up after.

“Can we stay like this? I don’t think I can turn and face you..not yet.”

His hand lightly squeezes yours as he hums in affirmation. “Sure sweetheart. Can I put my arms you to wash you? You can place your hands on mine.” Asmo let his arms encase you gently as he leaned down, and tried not to press himself to much into you. Being a few inches taller than you, he could keep the contact limited to his chest touching just your shoulders and upper back.

“Are you ready (y/n)?” A small whimper accompanies the nod you give and you place your right hand atop his. As he softly runs the wash cloth between your thighs, his left hand comes to your stomach and grabs your hand that had been tightly clenched in a fist and intertwines his fingers with yours before he places his chin on your shoulder. The sound of his breathing is soft yet much louder than the music which has all but been forgotten in your anxious moment of dissociating. All you hear is him, the soapy scrubbing of the wash cloth, and your own rapidly beating heart. Before you know it he’s pulled his hand away and is tapping your shoulder.

“There, that wasn’t so bad right?” He gives you a goofy smile in response to your own anxious one and you can’t help but laugh. You’re finally starting to truly relax. Asmo pokes your cheek as he laughs with you. “Alright, butt time. We’ll do it the opposite way ok?”

You turn around as his arms wrap around you again and you place your forehead on his chest while his hands slowly descend down your back. He soaps up just his hands this time, letting the wash cloth fall into the tub before massaging your butt in circles, lathering up the soap. As he scrubbed he asked you what next. “How do you want to do your legs? You want me to keep going?” His heart beats faster at the small “please” you let out. It was much louder than anything you’d said since he met you in your room. Asmo cleaning your legs was the least stressful moment of it all, and had you the least anxious. You started to shiver a bit as he brought the shell back up to your body to rinse you off one final time.

Asmo helped you step out of the bath before grabbing towels for both of you and bundling you up in one. He capped the bubble bath bottle and you watched as all the bubbles fizzled away til there were none left. Then there was a knock at the bedroom door, drawing your attention from the now draining tub. He rubbed your arms through your towel to warm you up a bit before wrapping his own around his waist and going to answer the door, closing the bathroom door enough so that no one could see in but you could still hear him.

Asmo opened the door quickly, shocking the already nervous Levi on the other side. Levi looked down at the towel covering his brother.

“Dude...put some clothes on...ew.” Asmo only gave a pouty scoff.

“I have (y/n)’s hoodie,” Levi handed it over slowly before continuing, “..um...how is she?”

Asmo looked down at the hoodie, running his hands over the still warm fabric.

“She’s doing better. Thank you, I’ll see if she wants to talk about it later.”

When Asmo returned he had your hoodie in his hands and you had to make a mental effort to stop your leg from bouncing rapidly as you were waiting. He hands it to you then grabs the rest of your clothes. “Do you want me to stay while you change, or do you think you can do it?” You shook your head as you held the hoodie to your chest.

“I’m ok, you go get changed too.”

Asmo nodded before heading to the door, “when your done you can just walk out, or knock and tell me your done, I should be done too.” He fully closes the door this time for you as you change

When you’re both finished you stand quietly in his room, unsure if you should stay or go back to your room. Asmo comes up to you and gently places his hands on the sides of your face.

“How do you feel?”

“Better, not fully great, but I’ll get there.”

“I know you will. Do you wanna stay or go back to your room?”

You touched his hands lightly with yours before making up your mind. “I think I’m gonna go back, do what you said, open the windows, change the sheets an’ stuff. Maybe go see (fav brother) too. I’ll see.”

His hands slide from your face to your neck and legs his thumbs stroke your jaw, eyes locked with yours. “You call me if you need anything, I mean it.” He walks with you to the door, opening it for you and holding your hand until the very last second.

“I will. And...thank you. I really, really appreciate it. So much.”

“Anytime, (y/n).”

Inspired by the current obey me event!

The OM brothers with an GN!MC who is clingy and loves to hug them all the time?

Thank you so much for the ask anon!! I hoped I did you justice. Sorry it took so long...

Clingy Reader Imagines

Genre: Imagines, fluff

Characters: (gn! reader), Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and Belphegor.

Side Characters version...

Lucifer:

Doesn't mind it but he only completely enjoys it privately because he can give you his full attention.

Your hugs comfort him after a long day of paperwork (and dealing with his brothers and their shenanigans).

Not a big fan of PDA, but he can't really say no to you and therefore, allows you to even sit on his lap while he's working so you don't feel unloved......well unless someone walks in.

He may not reciprocate the hugs in the best way possible but he tries his best to show you that he appreciates you.

Mammon:

The clingiest of the lot.

Will most likely lie that he hates the whole concept of you being clingy, but the blush on his face gives everything away.

Completely MELTS when you hug him tightly.

Claims it makes him feel like he's protecting you.

Gets extremely putty in your hands if you add a kiss on his neck when you're hugging him.

Wants you to be as clingy as possible in public so he can show you off to others as "his".

Will reciprocate your hugs with even warmer hugs so you feel as loved as possible.

Leviathan:

Becomes an adorable mess when you hug him, or even show him slight affection.

His face is reminiscent to that of a tomato.

First time you hugged him, he nearly fainted.

He will let you hug him when he's gaming.

Bonus if you're a gamer. Then he'll make you sit in front of him and hugs you from behind.

If you ask him, he will turn into his demon form so his tail can wrap around you when you're both sleeping.

Gives you all the attention in the world whenever you need.

Extremely jealous when you hug others and may summon Lotan if anyone tried anything funny.

Satan:

Blushes when you hug him and smiles faintly.

Head pats <<33

Isn't sure how to reciprocate your affection so he just sit there for a while before deciding to hug you back.

You make up for the lack of clinginess he possesses.

Unlike Lucifer, he appreciates a moderate amount of PDA and doesn't mind hugging you, or simply holding your hand in front of public eye.

Considering he's the Avatar of Wrath, he's very much calm when you hug others, as long as he knows them.

Asmodeus:

Adores everything about you.

"We can be clingy together" vibes.

The couple that everyone looks at and gets jealous, and he loves every second of that power as long as you're comfortable.

Gives you the best hugs, and loves when you hug him.

If he's having a bad day and you hug him, he'll never let go.

He appreciates this side of you because it allows him to as close to you as possible.

Doesn't mind when you hug others. He knows he'll always be #1 for you.

Beelzebub:

Doesn't mind you being clingy but gets worried when you're not because he's always been exposed to that side of you.

Loves the hugs you give him but he makes sure not to hug you back tightly, given that he doesn't know his own strength.

Rather than hugging you back, he just lifts you up with ease and twirls you around.

He allows you to crash his workout sessions if it means spending time together.

He allows you to sit on his back while he does push-ups and stuff.

If you hug others, he knows it's just your nature and doesn't stop you from doing whatever makes you happy.

Belphegor:

He's not the clingiest so he took some time to get used to it.

When he did get used to it, he got addicted to always having you around him.

If you weren't around him, he'd start hunting for you around RAD, the House of Lamentation, and even go to Purgatory Hall until he found you.

When he does find you, he'll talk about how he had to cross "seven seas" just to get to you, and you'd have to hug him for his efforts.

You're the only one who he trusts enough (second to his brothers) to hug him.

Falls asleep to your cuddles and kisses, and the way you play with his hair.

He LOATHES the fact that others get to hug you and will pull you away from them if he can't handle that anymore.

I'll add this to the Masterlist soon. Might create a side character version too.

Do like, comment and/or reblog if you guys enjoyed!!

Masterlist

normally when you tuck yourself into bed with your lover, you expect him to snuggle into you immediately as he’s done many times.

so why was he scooting away from you instead? and why is he looking at you like he wants to fight?

you blink once and twice before looking at him quizzically. your lover is a man that is undoubtedly and obviously whipped for you, so why now is he acting like it’s the opposite?

“what are you doing?” you finally ask after multiple beats of silence. you watch him turn his head to the side and scoff, his glare intensifying at your arms.

or rather, what was nestled in it.

he narrows his eyes, “there’s an impostor here.”

you quirk an eyebrow, confused, before following his gaze down to your lap.

“why do you have that thing?” he side eyes the big plushie you’re hugging close to your chest.

oh. so that’s what this was about?

you sigh a bit dramatically, amused. “this ‘thing’ is comfortable to sleep with,” you mock his tone, gesturing to the plushie. “plus, he’s literally custom made to look like you.”

he scoffs before crossing his arms. “it’s custom made to look like me? but all it looks like is a filthy homewrecker!”

you laugh, shoulders shaking while he gapes at you (even though you can see the upward quirks of his lips as his facade threatens to break).

“this is no laughing matter, my dear wife!”

he lifts up his hand to point accusingly at the plushie that looks like his clone. “and you! why are you trying to ruin our relationship, huh?” he pokes his face repeatedly, each time putting more and more force.

“you wont take my wife, you hear me?!”

you giggle, watching the amusing interaction play out. “i can’t believe you’re seriously upset over something like this.”

he stops after processing your words. his gaze darkens a little and he reaches both his arms out to shakily grasp your shoulders. “honey, this is a serious situation! this thing is trying to ruin our lives!” he frowns, shaking you slightly.

“you’re a clown.”

“wh- hey!”

“it’s just a plushie, it can’t do anything wrong.”

“oh, so i’m the bad guy now, is that it? sorry for protecting our marriage then!”

you purse your lips to prevent anymore laughter to spill out and provoke your husband to poke the innocent plushie more. “baby, let’s just go to sleep, alright?”

his eyes soften when you reach out to pull his arm closer to you but suddenly narrows at the plushie still on your lap, his favourite pillow.

“sure, on one condition,” he states before picking the plushie up and throwing it out of the bedroom, quickly locking the door.

(you never saw that plushie again and he claims he has nothing to do with it.)

— (bllk) nagi, reo (genshin) wriothesely, kaeya, childe, kaveh, itto, ayato (i can see it a lil) (star rail) sampo, jing yuan, caelus (haikyuu) suna, atsumu, kuroo, oikawa (jjk) gojo, geto (maybe), yuji, inumaki (if he could talk properly) (kny) douma, zenitsu (om) mammon, asmo

i’ve seen A LOT of drabbles like this but im not sure if anyone did this exact thing 😭 btw sch is starting real soon so ill be on n off on this app 🫢 this isnt edited yet 🥹

@xyaehir 2024. this is my content. do not translate, copy or plagiarise my works in any way. reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated. <3

Hey<3

I hope you're having a lovely day like you♡

I have a lil request which is OM brothers accidentally hitting MC maybe in the face or smth.

Thank you in advance ☺

a/n: considering the daily chaos that ensues at the HoL, I could see a lot of accidents happening. plus, they're demons—maybe they forget their own strength, y'know?

➤ when accidents happen | the demon brothers

1.1k words | sfw | hurt/comfort | gn!reader

Lucifer makes a grab for someone—probably Mammon or Satan—who ducks behind you at the last moment, causing his hand to swipe across your cheek or forehead instead. You rub the sore spot and start sputtering angrily at them, glaring back and forth between Lucifer's bewildered expression and the guilty face of the sibling he was reaching for. Their little fight is momentarily forgotten when they both comfort you and make sure you're okay. Lucifer feels the most guilt and over the next few days, you catch him staring at your face like he's trying to make absolutely sure you're not injured or holding a grudge against him. He eventually remembers how this whole situation started, and his sibling's delayed punishment is much more severe because you were caught in the crossfire.

Mammon nearly crashes into you in his rush to escape Lucifer or Levi's wrath. You have no idea what the shouting down the hall is about—maybe he spent too much money at the casino again or maybe he broke something valuable. All you know is that you're heading to the library and minding your own business when Mammon comes tearing around the corner at lightning-fast speed. It's comical how quickly his expression morphs from surprise to horror when he realizes you're in his path. He grazes your side even though he changes direction to avoid hitting you head-on. He loses his balance and the momentum sends him crashing to the floor. Whoever was chasing him catches up to him and there's gonna be hell to pay, but Mammon managed to avoid seriously hurting you and that's all he really cares about.

Levi shifts into his demon form when he's cuddled with you in his tub but he doesn't always realize it. You wake up most mornings with his tail wrapped around part of you: your arm, your waist, one of your legs. When Levi gets excited, his tail thumps against the porcelain. (You can't help but think about an excited dog wagging his tail, but you keep that comparison to yourself.) You usually fall asleep curled around each other, but sometimes his tail flails around enough that it wakes you up. Tonight his tail flicks roughly against the tip of your nose, and your eyes water from surprise and the initial burst of pain. You're fine again within a couple minutes, but that doesn't stop Levi from apologizing profusely and he nearly sobd with embarrassment over the whole thing.

Satan has better control over his frustration and rage now than when you first met him, but he still needs some sort of outlet when he feels overwhelmed. He usually storms off to his room and deals with it privately. You've offered him the solution of screaming into a pillow, but it's not soothing for him like it can be for you. He often destroys something instead—ripping a book to shreds (and regretting it later) or throwing something against the wall. Whatever's in his hand becomes collateral damage. If he forgets you're in his room too, it can be dangerous. He's never thrown something at you, but poor aim and bad luck means that whatever he sends flying against the wall can ricochet into pieces and hit you after. It's like a bucket of cold water dumping over his head when your little noise of surprise catches his attention, and he fusses over you endlessly while he makes sure you're not really hurt. He doesn't think it's funny when you grin and remind him that you're still in better shape than his now-destroyed coffee mug is.

Asmo rarely hurts you even by accident, and usually it's in silly moments of clumsy excitement. Today he painted his nails with a new nail art technique he hasn't tried before. You both lean down at the same time to admire his work and his forehead smacks into yours. You're both a little stunned and your eyes water from the shock rather than actual pain. He breaks out into giggles when you whine his name and try to blame him even though it's really no one's fault. Asmo accepts responsibility anyway and he apologizes profusely, but he hesitates to hug you when his nails are still wet and tacky with polish. He opens his arms wide so you can wrap your arms around his chest instead. He peppers your head with kisses and promises to make it up to you as soon as his nails are dry.

Usually Beel polishes off all the leftovers at dinner. Some nights you want extra helpings too, and it's like a mad dash to help yourself before Beel does. Tonight you both reach for the dish of hellfire scalloped potatoes at the same time. Your fingers grab the side of the dish first, but his fingers squeeze around yours immediately after. His grip is tight—too tight—and you wince from the pressure of his fingers digging into hand and the uncomfortable heat of the ceramic dish against your palm. Mammon grabs his fork and stabs Beel's hand with it on your behalf. Beel looks so guilty when he pulls his arm away and insists that you can have the rest. His stomach growls in protest, but you know it was an accident and you're not really hurt. After you shake the stiffness from your fingers, you scoop some of the food onto his plate before helping yourself to the rest. Later on, he offers to take you out for ice cream as an apology.

When Belphie sleeps, he has some cursory awareness of what's going on around him but he tries to block it out. He's not easy to move around, either—his body is like dead weight, heavy and awkward and unyielding. When you nap together, he usually falls asleep and doesn't move around too much. You might scoot away when his body next to yours causes you to overheat, but he tends to stay exactly how he is. It's days when he has active dreams or bad nightmares that things can get a little awkward. He might wrap an arm around you suddenly and it's nearly impossible to wiggle free, and sometimes his tail makes an appearance and drapes over you when he feels particularly clingy. Sometimes your arm ends up pinched against the mattress after he rolls on top of you in his sleep. He'll wake up when he realizes it's you trying to get his attention, but his apologies for nearly crushing you don't sound very sincere. Once he's lifted himself off you, he lets you get repositioned first then he cuddles up beside you again. As he drifts off to sleep, he grumbles under his breath about how it couldn't have been that bad.

Okay but what if, before MC is taken to the future by nightbringer, they had a big fight with the brothers?

Like, they fought about something and said something along the lines 'go away' ' I don't want to see you', but then, when you don't return they start feeling guilty.

At first they'll think you're angry and don't want to talk with them, but when time passes and you don't return they start to get so worried, looking everywhere for you, regretting that the, possibly, last words they said to you were harsh confrontation.

The angst potential 😭😭 how do you think each of the bros would react?

😈🍬 anon

a/n: well, nightbringer sure is a blessing for angst fans.

the worst goodbye | the demon brothers

2.8k words | gn!reader | sfw | angst

cw: mentions of lesson 16 in belphie's part.

Lucifer goes to his office and pretends that he's not angry. He attempts to distract himself with paperwork, but all he does is read the same paragraph a few times over and over again before he throws the page down with a huff. He taps his pen against his desk while he sifts through the emotions clouding his mind. All he felt earlier was wounded pride—that's why he scolded you with more force than necessary, speaking with his cruel, barbed tongue but regretting it just as quickly. He admires and loathes your feisty temper. You're his stubborn, brave little human that stands up to him when most demons wouldn't dare to try.

He plans his apology like a mantra and goes to your room; he knows if he's sincere, you'll give him a chance to make things right. You don't answer your door when he knocks, and he peeks his head inside to confirm that you're not there. He sends you a message with his D.D.D. and shuffles awkwardly in the hallway while he waits for a reply. He asks in the family group chat, but no one's seen you recently and he ignores the initial tendrils of icy fear that make his chest feel tight. Surely you wouldn't have stormed off in a sulk? But he checks the rest of the house and his brothers realize slowly that something is wrong—you wouldn't just leave. Lucifer searches for you himself, around the House of Lamentation and all around the Devildom, searching for anyone that might've seen you, or any hint of where you've gone. But in the early twilight hours, he pours a glass of Demonus that remains untouched while he stares absently into the fire of his private study. His heart freezes over in your absence. Your warmth thawed his icy demeanor, and the roaring fire crackling nearby can't stop the chills that wrack through him when he tells himself that you're gone and he has no one to blame but himself.

You rarely fight with Mammon these days, but when you do, it spirals out of control. He spits out scathing remarks about how he's sick of you trying to pry your nose into his business because he hates admitting that you're right. You try so desperately not to yell (or cry, or both) when you plead with him to forget about whatever risky scheme he's got planned. It's not worth risking Lucifer's wrath and whatever punishment lies in store when Mammon's plan inevitably fails to his own detriment. He stalks away and ignores the sound of your voice cracking in pain when you call his name one last time—and maybe if he were less incensed, he would stop and turn around and apologize. But today he feels particularly stubborn and he doesn't look back. He fully intends on leaping in his car and driving off into the night to burn off some steam, but he slumps against his bedroom door with his head in his hands and tries to remember why he was so angry with you to begin with. He can't pinpoint the reason and he knows you only have his best intentions at heart.

It feels like hours later when he ends up outside your door, head down and tail tucked firmly between his legs. He shouts through the wood when you don't answer and he swears he didn't mean it, that he'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you. You're too patient and kind and loving for your own good, and he tempts fate every time he takes your forgiveness for granted. He opens the door and scratches his head in confusion when he realizes you're not there. He spots one of his brothers at the end of the hall, and his confusion sours into something ashy on his tongue when he asks him where you are. I haven't seen them—we all thought they were with you!

Leviathan plays his game, tapping the buttons on his handheld with more force than necessary, as simmering anger from your fight earlier darkens his mood. He didn't mean to forget about your lunch date, so why did you get so mad? Maybe calling you a worse nag than Lucifer was over the top, but he planned on making it up to you later! He gets lost in his thoughts and plays his game until he realizes it's been a couple hours and his D.D.D. has been surprisingly silent. Sometimes you message him and invite him to talk things out in your room once you've both had time to calm down. He has no idea what it means that you've ignored him all this time and when he tries to message you first, they go unanswered. He shuffles to your room guiltily and hopes you'll be willing to talk face-to-face. It's almost dinner time, and maybe if you're feeling up to it, he can take you out for dinner. He even canceled his raid tonight so he can spend the evening curled with you on the sofa watching movies instead.

He doesn't expect to hear a commotion as he walks down the stairs to the first floor, and his brothers are crowded outside your room in various states of panic. Lucifer sees him and rushes to explain what's going on, but the words turn to radio static in Levi's head. He doesn't even notice that he drops his D.D.D. and it clatters to the ground, cracking the corner of the plastic case you gave him as a present not too long ago. Instead of cuddling with you on the sofa that night, he curls around his body pillow in the tub, his tail twitching noisily against the porcelain while he buries his head and deafens his whimpers in the tear-stained cotton. Come back, come back, please come back—

When the rage subsides, Satan glances wearily around his room and the terrible mess he's made. Some of his favourite books are ripped and torn to shreds across the floor, but the sight hurts less than the memory of your heartbroken face crumpling in pain as you fought back tears. He's done many terrible things in his life he's not proud of, but insinuating you don't care about him might be the lowest blow he could use during a fight. You've only wanted what's best for him, and you try so hard to show the world that he's more than the violent, angry creature that lurks deep inside him.

If only the world could see you the way I do.

Regret quickens his steps and he leaves the broken chaos in his room to find you because he shouldn't have even let you go. Why did it take him so long to apologize? He doesn't deserve it, but if you'll only give him a chance, he swears to himself he'll make it up to you. He hastily wipes away the tears pooling in the corner of his eyes when he notices his brothers lingering outside your room. They're too distraught to notice the sharp bite in his words when he demands to know what's going on and where you are. Nothing they say makes any sense—you wouldn't just leave, right? He’s the first to tear through the house in a panic to find you, ignoring his brothers’ nervous pleas for him to calm down. You're nowhere to be found and eventually he returns to his room in a trance. No one knows how long he stands there, trembling with regret and shame and fury that someone or something dared take you away from him. All his brothers know, judging by the noise echoing through the halls, is that his room is nearly destroyed as he unleashed his heartbreak in a maelstrom of destructive rage.

Asmodeus takes another selfie and posts it on Devilgram. He hopes the notification will pop up on your D.D.D. and you'll see him having the time of his life at The Fall. He wants you to see it—he hopes it fills you with regret for arguing with him earlier. He doesn't fight with you often, but your tongues are both sharp and laced with venom when you do face off against each other. He enjoyed the anxious gleam in your eye when he backed you into a wall and leaned down so you were nearly nose-to-nose, the sweet scent of his lip gloss lingering in the gap between you while he cooed about how pathetic you looked. But that was almost an hour ago, and he can only pretend for so long that he doesn't regret leaving you stunned and hurt in the front hall when he waltzed out the door and slammed it behind him. The pounding music can't drown out the wicked things he said to you, and the crowd can't distract him from your absence that weighs heavily in his heart. There are many demons nearby who'd kill for his attention, but he knows deep down that the only hands he wants roaming over his body are yours.

It's not long after that he pushes his way out of the club and into the cool night air, but he still hasn't heard from you. Surely you've seen his Devilgram posts by now? You're smart enough to recognize his desperate ploys for attention. Your attention. Are you ignoring him on purpose? Maybe he deserves it, but he's anxious to talk to you and sends you a message on his walk home anyway. Message could not be delivered. The red text pops up on his screen, and he frowns and tries again. Message could not be delivered. He quickens his pace as he taps your contact name and calls you instead. Is there something wrong with your D.D.D.? "The number you have dialed is not in service."

He breaks into a run until the House of Lamentation peeks into view ahead. He bursts through the door and ignores Lucifer's angry shouts behind him as he rushes down the hall to your room, but all he sees is one of your favourite club outfits laid out on your bed, as if you were getting ready to come see him after all. Where are you? His brothers hover behind him and he borrows one of their phones so he can try calling you again. He tells himself that it must be a problem with his D.D.D. because no other explanation makes sense. "The number you have dialed is—" Asmo whimpers pitifully while he listens to the robotic voice drone on speaker for everyone to hear, and his brothers finally realize that something is wrong and split up to search for you. He chokes out your name and slumps onto your bed, inhaling your familiar scent when he holds your shirt, one that he bought you, to his face and sobs. He can hear his brothers' heavy footfalls throughout the house while they look for you, but deep down, he already knows you're gone.

Beel glances at the stands and wipes sweat and dirt from his brow. He can spot his brothers easily enough—it's hard to miss them, with the way Asmo's waving the glittery handmade sign with his name in bold pink lettering—but he doesn't see you. There's an empty space between Mammon and Levi where you normally sit, and they've kept it free for when—if—you show up. You've never missed one of his games, not ever. Maybe the argument earlier upset you more than he realized. He knows you don't normally eat his food on purpose. He knows you meant it when you sputtered apologies when you realized your mistake. He knows how hurt you were when he shouted at you in a hungry rage. The rest of the game passes by in a blur. He moves on autopilot, his mood growing more and more despondent each time he checks the crowd and realizes you're still not there. He barely recognizes his team's happy cheers when the game ends in victory. He has a quick shower and makes his excuses to his teammates because he already has plans for dinner tonight, with you, hopefully. He stops by Hell's Kitchen and picks up your favourite takeaway order and heads home. It's a peace offering, one of many apologies he owes you.

By the time he knocks on your door, he's eager to see you. Silence. He knocks again and waits, and he hesitantly pushes the door open when his greeting goes unanswered. You're not in your room, and after a quick search of the house, he realizes you're not anywhere. He visits your room over and over again as if you'll finally pop out and tell him you were just teasing him, because you wouldn't ever leave him on purpose, right? His name on a handmade sign on your bed, and one of his old jerseys he gave you, are all that you left behind and he wonders if he would've been able to stop you leaving had he come home to you sooner. (Your takeaway dinner remains uneaten in the fridge in case you come back, and Beel refuses to eat it himself or let anyone else eat it either. One of his brothers has to throw it away when it eventually turns rancid—Beel can't bring himself to do it, because it means admitting you may never come back.)

Belphie doesn't like sleeping alone. Most nights if he sleeps alone, it's by choice—his choice. Tonight should've ended like most nights do: with the both of you sharing the bed in the attic. He sleeps better when you're close. You're a warm weight curled against him, and the smell of your shampoo and your minty breath are small comforts when he has bad dreams. Sometimes he wakes up in a panic, his shirt damp with cold sweat, and he listens for your quiet snores, proof that you're alive, that the nightmare of your windpipe crushed in his deadly grip isn't real. Belphie sleeps in the attic alone tonight because you decided you needed space. It's petty revenge for earlier when he woke up from a nap in a foul mood and snapped at you in his frustration. He fluffs his pillow and his bottom lip juts out in a pout. He can't get comfortable and it's your fault. The house grows quiet as his brothers retire to their rooms and fall asleep, and Belphie senses when you finally drift off to sleep too. If he wakes up before you tomorrow, he'll crawl into your bed and hope that you'll be more receptive to his apology when you wake up.

It takes longer than usual but he finally falls asleep and feels content. Even when he's unconscious, he instinctively reaches for your presence and it calms him. Your dreamscape is like a little pond, and he watches from his own nearby shore as your thoughts pass by in a blur, like slick oil paintings skimming over a watery surface. He doesn't like to intrude on your dreams if he can help it—he only interferes when he senses them slipping into nightmares instead. He tells himself it's not selfish to erase them for you, but the truth is that he's not sure he can stomach seeing his own face reflected in your dreams anymore, not with its wicked sneer and bloodstained teeth. He's not sure he forgives himself for what he did to you, and he wonders if you've truly forgiven him too.

Something odd in your dreamscape shifts suddenly and it catches Belphie's attention. The images in your subconscious grow murky and twisted, like they're being sucked down into some unseen void. Your presence is like sand falling through his fingertips, and it's harder and harder for him to feel you. He reaches out to your mind to wake you up because he doesn't know what's wrong, but something about this scares him. He jolts awake in the attic, chest heaving with the final memory of something snapping in his mind, like the cord that tethered you to him was suddenly cut. Eventually his brothers get up too and he can hear the commotion coming from down the stairs. He makes his way to your room in a trance before they can come find him. He already knows what his brothers are struggling to understand, the truth that no one can explain. You're gone somewhere far away, impossibly out of his reach, and he dreads falling asleep and feeling the void your absence left behind.

Sleep evades him until he forces himself to try and rest, and he finds himself in your bed instead of his own. He curls himself around your pillow underneath your sheets, clinging to the last whiffs of your scent, and he hopes you'll wake him up and tell him this was nothing but a bad dream. (Your scent fades away long before the nightmare ends, and he stops sleeping in your room after that.)

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here to annoy more mwahahahahha TW! sk!pp¡ng m3@ls

if ur comfortable, could you do some poly! fizz x asmodeus x reader who skips meals??? like, has coffee for breakfast, skips lunch and has a light dinner or smth???maybe with a hint of smut???

if you’re uncomfortable/don’t wanna do this request, i totally understand!!!

You're not annoying at all!!! Thank you for the requests! Also hello againnn~ :) I did my best with this one (except I barely proof read it, oops!)

Side notes: Please please please remember to eat & drink water yal! <3

CW: Talking about meal habits/skipping meals, A bit of angst, kissing, dry humping, choo choo train

[NSFW Under the Cut, MDNI 18+ ONLY]

Welcoming the end of the day, you laid relaxed and especially comfy on the couch with Fizzarolli snuggled up on top of you. You were watching your favorite comfort show on TV, listening to the distant sound of Asmodeus humming and shuffling around in the next room over. "Is anyone hungry? I'm thinking of making burgers~" he suggests, peeking his head around the corner with his eyebrows wiggling suggestively. 

Fizzarolli, who gasps excitedly, almost launches himself off the couch when he shoots up from his position. You fling your arms out to hold him steady by his hips as he bounces in your lap with a raised hand. "Ooo! Me me me me!" You grunt as he almost knocks the wind out of you. "I think he wants burgers," you giggle out jokingly. He sticks his tongue out at you and you return the childish gesture, earning a chuckle from Asmodeus. "Alright alright! So that makes two burgers." He then calls your name in a gentle voice, "Would you like one? I can make you something else too if you'd like…?"

Before you realize, you're blurting out, "Oh no, I'm okay! I already ate." Asmodeus hums in thought. "Well, what did you have to eat?" You swallow. Technically you DID eat today, just earlier…

"I had the leftovers from last night! They were so yummy even a day later!" Now why did you feel the need to say that? You tried to give him your most convincing grin, knowing you were lying straight through your teeth. He watched you carefully for a moment. The pause silence was enough to even calm Fizzarolli down, now both of them eyeing you suspiciously. Asmodeus sighs in defeat and makes his way into the kitchen. "Alright, well let me know if you change your mind. You know I’ll make anything you want, baby." 

Once Asmodeus is back in the kitchen, Fizzarolli's focus shifts back to you. His hands settle on your tummy as he straddles you. "Babeee," He calls to you teasingly. You give him a smile and call back to him in a similar tone,  "Yes babeee?" When he leans down to give you peck on the lips, you giggle and reach up to tug on his shirt, pulling him in closer to kiss you again. The temperature in the room seems to skyrocket as the kiss quickly gets more heated. You pull away briefly to catch your breath, only for him to chase you back into the kiss.

 Keeping your lips connected he maneuvers his legs between yours and slides his hands along your thighs. Grabs the backs of your knees, he slowly pushes you into a mating press and grinds himself against you. You gasp at the feeling of his hardon dragging against your core, trying your best to match his rhythm in your position. He pulls away and begins  kissing along your jaw, continuing to move your hips together. "Mmm baby, tell me something..". You offer him a whiny ‘mhm’ at the sound of his gruff voice. "What all DID you eat today?" He asks matter of factly. Confused, you let out a breathy 'what?' in response as you lift your hips against him, seeking more of his touch.

He murmurs the question again into your neck, pulling away just enough to see your reaction. You look up at him as he continues to hump himself against you, making you moan out softly, "mm...what do you mean?" He pauses for a moment, leaning down to give you a slower, sweeter kiss, then sits up, still holding your thighs. "I meaaan, what all did you have to eat today? You SAID you ate earlier, but what did you have?"  You blink up at him slowly before answering, "I told you guys I had left ov-" He cuts you off. "I know what you said…”, His voice starts to get quiet, more careful. “But I also know that's not true..." 

Shit. But how would he know that...? "I-I'm not sure what you-" he cuts you off again. "Babes, I ate the rest of the leftovers this morning for breakfast." You swallow and shift uneasily under him, even as his finger run comforting circles along your thigh. "So what did you actually eat today?" He asks again gently. You avert your eyes and laugh awkwardly, already knowing how this conversation was going to go. "Well, I had an iced coffee and one forth of a cookie this morning...hey, don't look at me like that!" He covers his face, fighting a smile "I’m sorry! I wasn’t looking at you any type of a way..." You grumble back, "You were...anyway I was..." A pause.. "...busy today so i forgot about lunch, but as soon as I got home I had some soup and crackers.."

"Babe, you came home with Ozzie at 11 this morning. It’s now 9 o'clock at night. " He says in a scolding tone. "Mhm yeah, I don't wanna talk about this anymore. I'd rather you kiss me," you say dismissively. Stretching your arms out, you make grabbing motions with your hands towards him. Fizzarolli leans back from your touch, making you frown and drop your arms. "Hun, you NEED to eat. And I don’t mean just coffee or soup either. You need REAL food! You can't take care of your body properly if you're not getting the right nutrition. Trust me, I know more than anyone how hard it is, but you'll only make yourself sick..." 

You know he's only trying to help you, but you can't help but feel defensive and snap back. "I DO eat Fizzarolli and I'm perfectly fine! I don't need you talking to me like I'm some child or something, telling me what to do." He falls backwards as you suddenly sit up and move off the couch, storming away into the hallway. As he sits in shock for a moment, trying to process how things escalated so quickly, Asmodeus peeks around the corner. "...Is everything alright in here?" He asks, eyebrows knitted together in worry. Asmodeus watches as Fizzarolli throws himself on the couch and lets out a muffled yell into the cushion. He then sits up and sighs, "I ate yesterday's leftovers." Frowning, Asmodeus crosses his arms. “What do you mean? I thought baby said-" 

"Yeah well baby lied. And on top of that they barely ate anything today! I just-," he takes in a shaky breath, wringing his hands together. "I'm just worried, ya know? I know what it's like...I don't want baby going through that..."

~~~

Meanwhile, in the room you're sprawled out in bed, yelling into the pillow you have squished on your face. You then lay still for a moment, trying to calm yourself down your heavy breathing. You do find some comfort in the softness of the pillow, using it as an attempt to hug your problems away. The click of the bedroom door opening and the soft call of your name has you holding your breath. Light footsteps make their way to the bed, and you hear and feel the springs make way for someone else. 

You hear your name again and surrender when the pillow is moved from your face. Asmodeus gives you a knowing smile and moves to prop himself up next to you. "Sweetheart," he starts, wrapping an arm around you. "Do you wanna tell me what happened?” You don’t immediately decline, mulling over the previous conversation with your other partner in your head. “I dunno… I just got upset I guess…I really didn’t mean to yell at Fizz…” You roll to face away from him and he pulls you closer. “I know you didn’t mean it…I think he knows that too.” He kisses the top of your head. “You know you shouldn’t miss meals hun, we’ve talked about this before. Froggy and I..we’re just worried about you because we love you.” 

You can’t help the tears that threaten to fall, nor the soft sniff of your nose that breaks the silence in the room. “I’m sorry…” The arms around you tighten and you find yourself tucked under Asmodeus’s chin. “It’s okay baby...” He murmurs comfortingly. “We’re here for you every step of the way.” You both stay cuddled like that for some time before he suggests rejoining Fizzarolli since he had been eating alone. Reluctantly you agree, gathering yourself and making your way into the kitchen. 

To your surprise, there were only two place settings at the table, one where Asmodeus sat down to eat and the other where Fizzarolli was sitting. You sit down in a chair next to them and look over to Fizzarolli. “Hi…” you speak to him shyly. He raises an eyebrow and gives you a gentle smile. “Hi…” He responds. Asmodeus interestedly watches you to share your awkward exchange, biting into his food.

Ready to peel off the bandaid, you begin to apologize, not for forgetting to eat, but for speaking to your partner harshly when he was only trying to express his concern. Fizzarolli listens and offers you the same, knowing that it’s a sensitive topic for you. After you talk things through, he asks if you’d like a hug, which you accept graciously. When you sit back down you notice Fizzaroli cutting into his burger with a fork and knife. Odd. 

He takes a small piece and turns to you, suddenly making train sounds. “Choo choo choo! Here comes the train!” You stare at him dumbly as the fork moves closer to your lips. “Open wideeee!” Rolling your eyes, you let out a laugh and open your mouth, taking the fork in your mouth. He grins looking between you and Asmodeus as you slowly chew the food, preparing another forkful for you. Asmodeus coos from the other side of the table, watching you take another bite. “Good job baby, if you can finish some more we can have WHATEVER you want for dessert~”  

Obey me brothers reaction to you leaving them on read on purpose

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Beelzebub

Belphegor

NSFW prompt for ur consideration: The Demon Brothers' first time with a he/him transmasc!MC? You can pick which brothers you wanna do if u don't feel like writing all of em!

Ooooh what a fantastic request, and the first saucy prompt for the blog! This will presume the MC's had his top surgery but hasn't gotten around to the bottom surgery yet (either due to just time, money, or maybe has been looking around in the Devildom now instead of the human realm for a good way to do it, etc..)

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▸▸ You have him all riled up, either by accident or on purpose; either way it happened, you find his hunger to consume your love growing more and more needy until it comes time to remove the clothing barring his eyes from beholding you in your purest form. Your hesitation speaks volumes and his heels cool a bit to see what's bothering you, to make sure you're comfortable above all else.

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Lucifer already had a suspicion what this was about. He's read your file, gathered information on you; he knew you hadn't yet fully transitioned in the physical sense. So when your hand grabs his wrist lightly to stop him from undoing your shirt buttons, he immediately had a clue what was happening. He ceased what he was doing and leaned in to press a loving kiss to your forehead. "Are you concerned with what I will think? That it is your first time in such an intimate situation, with a body you have not quite come to terms with yet?" he'd mutter into your ear; though his tone had kept that silky smooth flit that made your spine shudder in anticipation, you could also hear the soft consideration behind it echoing his desire to make you more comfortable. You nod a little, and he just smirked in response at first.

"Do you really believe I would judge such a good boy on frivolous details?" His playful-yet-genuine words made your heart skip a beat. How did he always seem to know just what to say? "When I fell in love with you, I fell in love with you for more than just your body — it was your spirit, your heart that drew me in first. How it is presented to me matters very little beyond presenting me another way to please you." Another kiss of his graced your temple then, and you could feel how those lips were pulled in to a smile.

"I won't rush you, however. I know plenty of ways to bring you to your climax without moving a single inch of clothing aside... So tonight I'll treat you to something special, and if you're an obedient boy, I may even let you take in a rare sight indeed... Make sure I can hear you, or I might just punish you instead..."

Mammon initially gets a bit flustered when you grabbed for his hand — he thought maybe he'd been a bit too eager and crossed over into aggressiveness when he practically tore the bottom of your shirt out from under your belt. It takes a lot of stuttered words to convince him it's not anything to do with him, you're just nervous about how you look to him, on top of it being your first time ever having sex like this. There's a moment of short-circuiting from Mammon who just looks at you dumbfounded and you're nearly certain you already messed it up, until...

"Wha? My absolutely handsome human, lookin' bad? Tch! As if! Did'ja forget I got an eye for sexiness? That's right! And The Great Mammon ain't gonna let anythin' but the sexiest hang off his arm, so you best believe I'm madly in love with ya inside and out!" Him calling you handsome and sexy made sure it was your turn to get flustered, and he made sure to move and gentle straddle over your belly while you were still trying to process what he'd just said. The way he leaned back gave you an absolute mouthwatering eyeful of his toned body, and following it up showed his lopsided grin flashing his fangs down at you.

"No need 'ta rush, right? We'll just work ya up until you're feelin' ready, so instead of focusin' on any of that right now, why don't we see how good that sweet little mouth of yours is? You've always got a way with your words, so why don't'ya show me how you work that tongue in other ways if you want? Or I can just put on a private modelin' show for your eyes only — the thought of havin' my handsome boyfriend starin' me down like that's already gettin' me all sorts of riled up...

Leviathan ended up riled up after a fair bit of teasing him and once there was a mutual approval to let things get much more intimate past the touches and kisses he was the first one mostly out of his clothes. He only stopped when he realized you probably shouldn't just be left in yours too and had thought to try a slick move he watched in a hentai "educational anime series" by letting the tip of his tail slither up your back and around your neck, exploring down in to your shirt. He only got to the tips of your collarbone before you yelped for him to wait, and to say he looked guilty would be an understatement.

Poor Levi's immediately apologizing, swearing up and down he's just some filthy pervert of an otaku for ever trying to make the first move, and it takes a moment to calm him down and reassure the demon that it's not him at all, it's about the fact it's your first time and how you feel about your own body. Cue a few more moments before something dings in his head and he turns to go find a box that had been hidden in a rather inconspicuous spot — and from that box you see a flash of what looked like a very specific belt-like accessory, meant to hold a very familiar toy. His face is beet red as he seems unable to show the strap-on in full, but he seemed rather excited for the prospect.

"Th-That-- That's totally fine! I... I went out and watched some anime that h-had some protagonists like you, uhm... a-and I... I ord- ordered some stuff in advance... I figured y-y-you'd be worried... bu-but I promise I'll like it! I even tried it out on myself first! ... I-I mean, gah! I'm no-not f-f-forcing you to do this to me though okay?! I just... uhm... I'm really t-turned on by the thought of being topped by my hot human boyfriend, no matter how we do it!!"

Satan already had been teasing you with being relatively hands-off, utilizing his words and ghosting touches to get you hot and bothered; the way he muttered near your ear and let his breath wash down across your neck was but a small part of the myriad of ways he worked you up without ever letting a finger lay upon your body. You thought he'd be content with this alone but when you found one of his hands nearing your shirt you asked him to pause for a moment. You felt the need to tell him it was your first time, and on top of that you were unsure what he would think of how you looked. The way he paused to think made you nervous that you might have spoken out of line, but the smile he wore said differently.

"I've been alive for a couple centuries now and have seen a lot of things; if you think I will mind that your body does or doesn't have certain traits, then let me remind you..." You yelp softly when you feel his fingers trace the underside of your jaw, gasping when he finally graced the side of your neck with his lips. It was surprisingly sensual, thoughtful, careful; his free hand had grasped at your thigh only to then drag upwards with a light curl to his digits to pull the fabric of your clothing with them.

"I love you, Y/N. Everything about you, even as you are now, even as you will be in the future. Even if you don't trust yourself... trust in my words, in my touch, in my love. I could write a book a day for centuries filled to the brim with words of affection and adoration for you, and that still would only be but a droplet in the ocean that has welled up in my heart. You will always be the handsome human I am honored to call mine."

Asmodeus is no stranger to affairs of the body, both the good and the bad. Even when you got him all hot and bothered and ready to pounce on you, he could tell you were nervous by the way you hesitated at times. That cat-like grin remained on his lips as he crawled over top of you, letting his honey-pink eyes watch yours closely — but not to induce any magic upon you. You could tell he gazed at you sincerely, sweetly, wanting no question of his feelings to remain as he adjusted on his elbows to let his hands cradle the sides of your face with dancing fingertips.

"Oh hon, I know that look so well," he cooed quietly, his perfectly painted lips pulled in to his prettiest, most genuine smile. "That's the look of a young man who's still unsure of himself, isn't it? You know, I had that very same look once upon a time." Surely he must have seen the shock on your face because he'd follow that up with a giggling laugh. "Surprised? It's not just humans that often feel wrong in their bodies! We demons just have a much easier time making the changes we want. That's why I totally get it, my absolutely gorgeous boy. ♥ "

"I would never offer my body to just any old someone, Y/N~ That someone's gotta be drop-dead gorgeous, in a league anywhere near me, and I can confidently say that you're just that! In fact... You're the only person I've ever wanted to chase that wasn't just myself. If you were scared of how you looked... You've got my mark of approval — and I'll put that mark right in the most scandalous places, just for you...~ ♥♥♥ "

Beelzebub, despite being someone who seems unconcerned with most details not related to food, always takes your comfort very, very seriously. So seriously in fact that even when you were pulled up to straddle his chest as you both made out, he could see you weren't daring to put your full weight down and immediately stopped what you both were doing. He started to ask you if you were hurt, if he'd somehow pulled your legs too hard; it took a few tries of guessing before you finally blurted out that you're both a virgin and nervous about what he'd think of your appearance.

You can see the head empty stare he's got. "But... why does that matter?" He asked it sincerely, but realized he worded it poorly so he tried again. "What I mean is... would I be here showering you with love if I didn't like how you looked, or thought any less of you for this being your first time? If anything... I'm even more excited than ever. It's really special for humans to have their first time, right? So the fact you chose me... It makes me feel really good." Every inch of your body flushed hot as he picked you up effortlessly and sat you down on the bed next to him, his sweet eyes focused on you from below.

"But we don't have to rush at all. Like a gourmet dish, you've gotta go slow and savor it to really enjoy it. As much as I just want to drink up all your love, it wont taste the same if I sour it from pushing you. So we'll go at your own pace. Are you still up for anything? If you are, just let me know what you're comfortable with. If not, that's okay; we can go grab some dinner together instead."

Belphegor couldn't care less, but this meant that he didn't really look at you in any binary sense; even as you shared your transitional journey with him, he stayed supportive of you, unbothered by the changes because all he was looking at was you. Not a constantly-changing body, not some arbitrary label, but you as a whole. This couldn't be any more obvious than it was as you two lay intwined in bed, Belphegor leaving sloppy kisses down your jaw and neck, his hands bold as they groped at your posterior enough to arc in to his body. You only barely muttered out a plea to wait a moment, which he gave to hear you out. When you told him what bothered you, he threw you a quizzical look.

"Y/N, you're so caught up in what others think of you," he remarked earnestly as he trailed his finger up and down your spine. "But how do you feel? Not "what do I think Belphie wants to hear," but "what is my heart telling me?" Then listen to that voice." Belphegor always had a way of stunning you silent, and he could tell he had a profound effect on you. His lips would graze the outside of your ear, the trail left in its wake warm for a few moments before it felt like an icy chill across your hot skin.

"Besides. You shouldn't be thinking about anyone but me. You belong to me, and you know I'll always love you no matter what happens... Even if you changed your body little bits at a time every day for the rest of your life, all that would mean is I get new things to love about you. So come a little closer... Let me indulge you in how good I can make you feel, and let me show you just how much I've fallen for you..."

WHEW goodness, more suggestive than outright NSFW mostly, but I hope you like it regardless anon! As a confession, despite being transmasc myself I've never actually sat down and written proper transmasc smut, so that's part of why I was a bit shy on the more sexual nature of things. But still, I do hope I did alright! if you need me to go back and do another take please let me know! 💖

I'm deep in the feels atm and need a bit of a pick me up if that's okay.

I was wondering if you could do headcanons for the Obey Me cast and how they would react the a GN MC who is afraid they are slowly drifting away from there best friend of around 7 years.

I'm worried this is happening to me and really want some comfort. If you aren't comfortable writing this I understand and hope you have a good day. 😄

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: angst & comfort

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: brothers x GN!Mc

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: overthinking, not proofread.

𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗲: i’m so sorry you’re going through this atm, i hope you feel better soon and get it all worked out. also if you would like a part two with the side characters please feel free to ask! take care love <3

You and your best friend have been slowly drifting away, and you were scared of it. You didn’t want them to drift away after all you knew them for years. You were on your human phone texting them, waiting for them to respond but it took them a while and when they did respond they were dry.

This wasn’t the first time of this happening, it’s been happening for a while now. You start to tear up at the thought of them drifting away. Soon you heard a knock, quickly you tried wiping the tears away but it was too late because he opened the door and saw.

• Lucifer stopped from opening the door any further as soon as he saw your tears, he slowly walked in and shut the door behind him before approaching you quietly and calmly trying not to scare you.

• He sat beside you and put your hands in his, “MC dear, what’s wrong?” he asks gently while he rubs his thumbs over your cold knuckles making them warm.

• You told him everything and you broke down even more just thinking of it actually happening, them leaving you.

• Lucifer stares wide eyed for a second before he slowly lifts his hands from yours to pull you into a warm hug, rubbing your back.

• “MC.. it’ll be okay I promise, if they leave it’s their fault that they didn’t see just how amazing you were. Please don’t overthink it too much.”

• He’ll hug you for as long as you need, dry your tears as long as you need, for whatever reason you need him he’ll always be by your side.

• Mammon swings the door open but stops in his tracks as soon as he see’s the state you’re in.

• He closes the door and he almost runs to you, grabbing you into a tight embrace before looking over your features.

• “W-woah there MC, why ya so sad all of a sudden? The great Mammon’s here to cheer ya up!”

• You explain everything as more teardrops gather up in your eyes, he grabs a tissue from your dresser and wipes your tears before putting the tissue down and looking at you sadly.

• He gently strokes your tearstained cheeks, “That isn’t too good what is happening between ya, hopefully you guys start going back to normal. If ever they do leave ya just know that you tried your best..”

• He lays there with you until your tears dry, and you finish crying.

• You always comforted him, so he wanted to help you at your worst. He’ll leave small gifts and notes saying “You’re doing your best, never change<3” around.

• Leviathan was going to ask if you wanted to watch a new anime series that came out but quickly came to a halt when he heard your sobs

• “Uh.. MC? Are you o-okay?”

• He is very awkward because he never really had anyone to comfort since the fall and he thinks he’s bad at it.

• He awkwardly walks up to you and sits beside you, and hands you a tissue box.

• “D-Do you want to talk about it?..”

• You tell him and he looks at you guilty

• “I’ve been through that too.. I didn’t know what to do so I just let it happen, I regret it so much though. Hopefully you guys don’t drift away after all you are a great person..”

•He gives you one of his comfort pillows to cry into if you want, he tries his best to comfort you.

• Satan was about to call you for your cooking duty until he saw your tears, he closes the door and kneels in front of you.

• He grabs your hands and kisses one before looking up at you with a sympathetic look, whoever made you feel like this would go through hell.

• He tries to keep calm, asking you what’s wrong and once you explain he gets madder.

• “MC, i’m sorry to hear that. I think the best idea is if you’re the one holding the friendship string together and they aren’t giving anything in return you should drop it and find new people that will show the same back to you. I know it’ll hurt, but it’s best for your mental health.”

• You stop crying a bit before hugging him tightly, he hugs you back gentle and warm.

• If you need rest, he’ll let you get it and he’ll take over your cooking duty or you guys can both work together for cooking.

• He’ll do anything to see you smile again and out of your sad state. He’ll even stay the night with you in his room or youra if you want.

• Asmo was going to talk to you about the new skincare that he had bought but immediately ran to you and held you in his arms when he saw your crying face.

• “Oh my.. who had hurt my darling MC?!”

• He holds you in his arms, cradling your head, stroking your hair gently as if you were going to break any moment.

• Once you tell him everything he holds you even closer, letting you cry into his shoulders.

• “There there hon, remember i’m always here and i could try to help you with advice i had when this happened to me. If your best friend isn’t doing too much to avoid that from happening, and your the only one you should try to think of other ways, if it doesn’t help you should show them the same energy back and maybe they’ll see that they’re doing wrong.”

• You cry even more into his shoulders, and he rubs your head waiting until you stop crying before he gently picks you up and brings you to his room.

• He sets you down gently on his comfy bed and walks over to his dresser to grab some face masks and a comfortable robe to put over your pajamas, matching with his robe.

• He lets you lay down as he puts the cool face mask gently on your face and rubs it onto your face slowly and gently.

• You calm down a bit and he offers if you would like a bubble bath, if you say yes he’ll run the bath and put in your favourite scented bubbles into his large bath. He’ll let you get in yourself and go back to his room unless you want him to join you.

• He’s a very good comforter.

• Beel immediately drops some snacks he got for the two of you, and shut the door before sitting beside you.

• “What happened MC?..”

• Once you explain and cry even more, he pulls you into his embrace and hugs you softly while holding your back in place to steady you.

• “You shouldn’t have to feel that way or go through that, i’m so sorry. If they stop being like they used to that means it will probably never be the same. It might be better to leave them for a while then maybe come back and see if they chase after you, if not it’s better to find people who deserve your attention.”

• He picks up the snacks and hands you a bag of you favourite chips and a bottle of your favourite soda/beverage.

• If you want you can spend the night with him and Belphie and join them in a movie night.

• If you accept he’ll get your favourite snacks, comfortable pillows and blankets and expect a sandwich cuddle with the twins<3

• He seriously tries his best to help you feel better, hugs from him is like a big teddy bear in real life

• Belphie came into your room to cuddle, shutting the door behind him not noticing your tears until he came up close to you and he was immediately awake as he ever been

• He lays down beside you, pulling you with him and cuddling you.

• He hugs you and lays his head on your shoulder and asks what happened.

• Once you explained he was kind of mad at your friend for treating you like that but felt bad for you more.

• “MC, you shouldn’t have to feel like they’re drifting away. You’re trying your best and doing everything you can for them but if thats not good enough for them then I don’t know what will be. Just know you tried your best.”

• He wipes your tears with his thumb and cuddles you until you fall asleep in his embrace, he’ll also fall asleep.

• Once you wake up you’d notice that he’s gone, but he comes back with your favourite dish he tried to cook for you, and a drink.

• He usually never does this for anyone but you will be an exception.

I'm deep in the feels atm and need a bit of a pick me up if that's okay.

I was wondering if you could do headcanons for the Obey Me cast and how they would react the a GN MC who is afraid they are slowly drifting away from there best friend of around 7 years.

I'm worried this is happening to me and really want some comfort. If you aren't comfortable writing this I understand and hope you have a good day. 😄

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: angst & comfort

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: brothers x GN!Mc

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: overthinking, not proofread.

𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗲: i’m so sorry you’re going through this atm, i hope you feel better soon and get it all worked out. also if you would like a part two with the side characters please feel free to ask! take care love <3

You and your best friend have been slowly drifting away, and you were scared of it. You didn’t want them to drift away after all you knew them for years. You were on your human phone texting them, waiting for them to respond but it took them a while and when they did respond they were dry.

This wasn’t the first time of this happening, it’s been happening for a while now. You start to tear up at the thought of them drifting away. Soon you heard a knock, quickly you tried wiping the tears away but it was too late because he opened the door and saw.

• Lucifer stopped from opening the door any further as soon as he saw your tears, he slowly walked in and shut the door behind him before approaching you quietly and calmly trying not to scare you.

• He sat beside you and put your hands in his, “MC dear, what’s wrong?” he asks gently while he rubs his thumbs over your cold knuckles making them warm.

• You told him everything and you broke down even more just thinking of it actually happening, them leaving you.

• Lucifer stares wide eyed for a second before he slowly lifts his hands from yours to pull you into a warm hug, rubbing your back.

• “MC.. it’ll be okay I promise, if they leave it’s their fault that they didn’t see just how amazing you were. Please don’t overthink it too much.”

• He’ll hug you for as long as you need, dry your tears as long as you need, for whatever reason you need him he’ll always be by your side.

• Mammon swings the door open but stops in his tracks as soon as he see’s the state you’re in.

• He closes the door and he almost runs to you, grabbing you into a tight embrace before looking over your features.

• “W-woah there MC, why ya so sad all of a sudden? The great Mammon’s here to cheer ya up!”

• You explain everything as more teardrops gather up in your eyes, he grabs a tissue from your dresser and wipes your tears before putting the tissue down and looking at you sadly.

• He gently strokes your tearstained cheeks, “That isn’t too good what is happening between ya, hopefully you guys start going back to normal. If ever they do leave ya just know that you tried your best..”

• He lays there with you until your tears dry, and you finish crying.

• You always comforted him, so he wanted to help you at your worst. He’ll leave small gifts and notes saying “You’re doing your best, never change<3” around.

• Leviathan was going to ask if you wanted to watch a new anime series that came out but quickly came to a halt when he heard your sobs

• “Uh.. MC? Are you o-okay?”

• He is very awkward because he never really had anyone to comfort since the fall and he thinks he’s bad at it.

• He awkwardly walks up to you and sits beside you, and hands you a tissue box.

• “D-Do you want to talk about it?..”

• You tell him and he looks at you guilty

• “I’ve been through that too.. I didn’t know what to do so I just let it happen, I regret it so much though. Hopefully you guys don’t drift away after all you are a great person..”

•He gives you one of his comfort pillows to cry into if you want, he tries his best to comfort you.

• Satan was about to call you for your cooking duty until he saw your tears, he closes the door and kneels in front of you.

• He grabs your hands and kisses one before looking up at you with a sympathetic look, whoever made you feel like this would go through hell.

• He tries to keep calm, asking you what’s wrong and once you explain he gets madder.

• “MC, i’m sorry to hear that. I think the best idea is if you’re the one holding the friendship string together and they aren’t giving anything in return you should drop it and find new people that will show the same back to you. I know it’ll hurt, but it’s best for your mental health.”

• You stop crying a bit before hugging him tightly, he hugs you back gentle and warm.

• If you need rest, he’ll let you get it and he’ll take over your cooking duty or you guys can both work together for cooking.

• He’ll do anything to see you smile again and out of your sad state. He’ll even stay the night with you in his room or youra if you want.

• Asmo was going to talk to you about the new skincare that he had bought but immediately ran to you and held you in his arms when he saw your crying face.

• “Oh my.. who had hurt my darling MC?!”

• He holds you in his arms, cradling your head, stroking your hair gently as if you were going to break any moment.

• Once you tell him everything he holds you even closer, letting you cry into his shoulders.

• “There there hon, remember i’m always here and i could try to help you with advice i had when this happened to me. If your best friend isn’t doing too much to avoid that from happening, and your the only one you should try to think of other ways, if it doesn’t help you should show them the same energy back and maybe they’ll see that they’re doing wrong.”

• You cry even more into his shoulders, and he rubs your head waiting until you stop crying before he gently picks you up and brings you to his room.

• He sets you down gently on his comfy bed and walks over to his dresser to grab some face masks and a comfortable robe to put over your pajamas, matching with his robe.

• He lets you lay down as he puts the cool face mask gently on your face and rubs it onto your face slowly and gently.

• You calm down a bit and he offers if you would like a bubble bath, if you say yes he’ll run the bath and put in your favourite scented bubbles into his large bath. He’ll let you get in yourself and go back to his room unless you want him to join you.

• He’s a very good comforter.

• Beel immediately drops some snacks he got for the two of you, and shut the door before sitting beside you.

• “What happened MC?..”

• Once you explain and cry even more, he pulls you into his embrace and hugs you softly while holding your back in place to steady you.

• “You shouldn’t have to feel that way or go through that, i’m so sorry. If they stop being like they used to that means it will probably never be the same. It might be better to leave them for a while then maybe come back and see if they chase after you, if not it’s better to find people who deserve your attention.”

• He picks up the snacks and hands you a bag of you favourite chips and a bottle of your favourite soda/beverage.

• If you want you can spend the night with him and Belphie and join them in a movie night.

• If you accept he’ll get your favourite snacks, comfortable pillows and blankets and expect a sandwich cuddle with the twins<3

• He seriously tries his best to help you feel better, hugs from him is like a big teddy bear in real life

• Belphie came into your room to cuddle, shutting the door behind him not noticing your tears until he came up close to you and he was immediately awake as he ever been

• He lays down beside you, pulling you with him and cuddling you.

• He hugs you and lays his head on your shoulder and asks what happened.

• Once you explained he was kind of mad at your friend for treating you like that but felt bad for you more.

• “MC, you shouldn’t have to feel like they’re drifting away. You’re trying your best and doing everything you can for them but if thats not good enough for them then I don’t know what will be. Just know you tried your best.”

• He wipes your tears with his thumb and cuddles you until you fall asleep in his embrace, he’ll also fall asleep.

• Once you wake up you’d notice that he’s gone, but he comes back with your favourite dish he tried to cook for you, and a drink.

• He usually never does this for anyone but you will be an exception.

𝗗𝗶𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗹𝗼 & 𝗠𝗖’𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 🍷

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: fluff

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: Diavolo x GN!MC (ft.bros)

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: the brothers reaction to you & Diavolo’s wedding.

𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗲: requested by @diavoloslove <3

read part one here !

Lucifer is happy for you two, especially Diavolo since he helped Dia build up his courage propose to you

At the wedding he smiles at you as you walk down the aisle to Diavolo

Definitely helped with decorating and keeping his brothers in line

Very supportive of you two & if another demon doesn’t agree, they won’t live to see another day

Soft Luci?!

Mammon is jealous because you guys have such a beautiful wedding

Cheers you on as you walk down the aisle

supportive best friend 2.0

He actually got you guys presents, to congratulate you two

the present had matching necklaces for you and Diavolo

Leviathan is freaking out at the wedding because of so many people but calms down as he see’s you

Shyly cheers when you two kiss

He helped decorate and made you two a VR tape of all your favourite moments with Dia

Happy for you

Satan is probably one of the most supportive to you, helping you get ready ect

He is so proud of you he could cry tears of joy

Will also kill anyone that interferes with your wedding

He picked out some cat themed mini cupcakes for appetizers

I feel like he would give you a proud friend hug after the wedding

Asmodeus helps you pick out a wedding dress/suit

Is probably the most excited and compliments your wedding attire before he leaves to sit on the chairs with his brothers

Cheers the most out of all of them

Also cries tears of happiness

10000/10 supportive

Beelzebub has to contain his hunger when setting up all the appetizers and food before the wedding (he actually stole a cookie but no one could tell because there was so many)

He is happy for you and will help you calm down if you are nervous

After the wedding he shows you some of the best foods and appetizers to try

Gives you a bear hug after the wedding, congratulating you two

Belphegor actually falls asleep while setting up because he hardly got any sleep

Is wide awake during the wedding giving death glares to people that are rude

Has a wide grin and cheers for you

Falls asleep after the wedding probably walking towards the limo you all rented (rip)

Cuddling the Demons~

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feel free to request!

xoxo moon

Lucifer;

- will not ask to cuddle. Hell will freeze over before he fully sets his pride aside and admits that he misses your touch and wants to hold you

- if he really misses you, though, he will stop working early (and by early, I mean he won’t be working until 3 am) to come cuddle you

- most nights, you are already asleep by the time he finally crawls into bed

- you always try to stay up, but never manage to do so, and you may not see it, but he always smiles when he sees your sleeping form in his bed after he’s done working

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The Brothers reacting to their s/o with a bitting kink

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Levi,Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie

Part 2

Reader: Gn

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R:NSFW

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This is for a horny friend that requested an Asmo smut so here you go📸

Asmo x Trans male reader (but reader has a coochie since my bestie has a coochie)

Warnings: oral (reader receiving), First time, no protection (ALWAYS WEAR PROTECTION KIDS), dirty talk, overstimulation

It was your very first 1 year anniversary with your loving boyfriend Asmo, he wanted this anniversary to be an anniversary you’ll never forget.

“Honestly Asmo you shouldn’t have done all of this for me, I haven’t even got you a present yet…” “oh come on y/n you deserve literally everything in the world! Todays our special day remember~?” This year being with Asmo has been the greatest year of your life, it makes you question how In the world you managed to get with the avatar of lust.

“I have one more surprise for you doll~” Jesus there’s more? You two spent almost the whole day together going out shopping, going to dinner, going to a salon together. What could possibly be the last surprise? You giggled before you said “what is it this time dear?” Asmo then grabbed your hand and walked you to his room, it looked different somehow… it looked more romantic

The floor and bed was covered with roses, there was lovely music playing in the background, and the lights just set up the mood even more. It was like out of a cheesy romance movie. “Asmo it’s… it’s beautiful…” “I’ve been meaning to save this moment for something very special, like our anniversary~..” he then kissed you passionately before he stopped saying “Y/n… do you mind if I… take your virginity?” You were shocked. You wanted your first time to be with someone special…

Someone like Asmo. You hesitated for a moment before nodding and saying “of course Asmo… your the only man I would let have my first time… I trust you dear” Asmo looked like the Cupid just shot him in the heart after hearing those words, Asmo then kissed you passionately again. It felt like it was right out of a romance movie, the scenario was so perfect… all the brothers have gone out to do something since Asmo begged them to be out of the house so he can celebrate this anniversary, so it was just the two of us…

Asmo then gently placed me down the bed and stopped kissing me to ask “do you want to be top or bottom darling~?” You paused for a moment and then said you were probably more of a bottom, when it comes to these types of things you never really imagine yourself on top. Asmo then started kissing you all over, starting from your neck giving you hickeys as you lightly moaned.

You don’t even remember when he took off your clothes but he did, as he started kissing you from your neck all the way your thighs giving you hickeys on your inner thighs. “Remember darling, your body is beautiful and you shouldn’t be shy right now… just relax~” he must have realized how shy and nervous you were, but those reassuring words helped you a lot to calm down.

After Asmo was finished with peppering you with kisses, he then finally started licking your pussy. You then immediately arched your back and moaned, this was the very first time you ever felt like this before. Asmo then giggled and said “relax darling you’ll get used to it soon~” he was right you should relax, first times are always nervous. You calmed down as he continued to licking your pussy.

Now you know why he’s the avatar of lust, you’re surprised your even lasting this long from how good he’s eating you out. It lasted for about 2 minutes before you were about to cum, Asmo noticed that and stopped as you whined “Asmo w-why” you panted as Asmo giggled “darling it’s your first time I want your first ever climax to be around my cock~” you were as red as a tomato with those words.

“But first we need to prep you first, I’m probably a little too big for you hun~” he said as he winked, you were a little nervous about that last statement but this is Asmo we’re talking about, you know he’ll reassure you all the way. He then started to put 2 fingers into you which made you immediately moan “A-Asmo faster p-please~..” “My my you have such a way with words dear~” Asmo said as he started to finger you more faster like you said. You started to feel as if your about to cum like before and of course, Asmo removed his fingers.

“I think you’re ready for me now darling, Don’t worry I’ll move when you tell me to~” you’re really glad that Asmo is your first time, these reassuring words has made you less insecure and more calm about your first time. Asmo then slowly entered you which made you flinch. Asmo noticed and said “don’t worry dear, like I said I’ll only move when you tell me to” he didn’t move for a good minute until you finally said “you can move….”

Asmo then set up a steady pace, not too fast but not too slow either. It felt like you were in heaven by how amazing it felt, it feels like a dream somehow…you started to moan out “Asmo please f-faster…” “My your so bold y/n~” Asmo started to go faster which made you louder than before, this feeling was so great you came for the first time but Asmo didn’t stop. “Darling im the avatar of lust, I won’t be satisfied with just one climax~” he then continued as you moaned.

You’ve both been at it for probably 3 hours or so you’re not really sure, but after your 7th climax it was finally over. You were both panting as Asmo said “don’t even move darling I’ll go get the bath ready for you~” Asmo then got up and started a bath for you.

Asmo Really achieved his mission, because you’re never going to forget this night ever.

UPDATING MY OZZIE AND FIZZ HEADCANONS 😁

ASMODUES

- Ozzie spoils his significant others. He loves to see them happy. Literally anything you want you get no questions asked!

- ( i don’t know what I was on when I said fizz could cook forgive me ) Ozzie tries to make breakfast whenever he isn’t to busy in the morning! And he lets them ramble on about whatever they want to!

- he’s super supportive of you and whatever your profession is! He doesn’t take disrespect towards his partners. You can dress as sluty or as comfy as you want. No judgement.

- he just tends to sit back and watch the chaotic things you and fizz do and get into. as long as your both not hurt in the process. If so then you’ll be (very lightly) scolded! Be careful next time.

- you’re really only seen next to Gina me fizz. He’s a sin fizz is super popular and you may be to depending on what your profession is. It’s just the best way to keep you safe honestly. You all go on trips whenever y’all wanna get out of the house tho. He lets you both choose we’re to go.

- ozzie checks up on fizz to make sure his limbs are functioning and while the smaller imp bounces around you sometimes cuddle fizz while he waits. Ozzie thinks it’s really cute.

- asmodeus is REALLY bad at keeping your relationship a secret. Yet so is fizz so it’s alright. They can’t hide the way they look at each other! And you of course. Ozzie has been caught on camera making lovey eyes to many times to count. 😭

- he’s always down to fuck if your up for it. It’s pretty easy to get him going. As we saw a good pair of puppy eyes and a smooth big daddy and your good. 👍🏽

Fizzarolli

- he’s so silly. Like actually. He’s all over you and flirting non stop! You can barely keep ‘em off you. He loves quality time and physical touch.

- he runs off of praise and attention from both you and ozzie. He’ll roll over and play dead of left to his own devices for to long.

- you and Ozzie watch in awe as he fusses over his little girls. He pampers his little pets like no other. He has the most fun during walks and bath time! They get water all over the place and he loves whipping his skates out! (Doesn’t want him skating in the mansion.)

- random fashion shows. He loves showing off all of his outfits and stuff. Different hats and everything. He even convinces Ozzie to get him different color limbs for when he wants to match em with the current color.

- he curls up on which ever of you is close when he’s tired. Just slings himself onto you honestly. But be careful! Sometimes it’s a trick. 💀 he’ll nip at you when you let your guard down and run off while giggling the little shit 😭

- Ozzie randomly hums and sings and he randomly imitates different horns and loud instruments. Fizz has made a beat out of his horns before.

- he still pulls pranks. Like screaming in your ear to wake you up in the morning. He’s been fussed at to many times for this so now he uses his horns. (Yay?)

- blushes when shown genuine affection or compliments but turns his head away to hid the blush if in public and regain his composure.

- a total show off but who’s surprised.

- fizz gets turned on if your protective of him. Especially if you can fight. Ozzie is more lax if he knows you can take care of yourself and fizz. But fizz brags about how safe he feels and how sexy it is that you get so worked up over his safety.

I don’t ask for much

But is asking for a alien to shape shift to every man I’ve read fanfic about so I can do the most devious things ever to them, too much?😞