Hey moot! Thank for letting me know but don’t worry about it lol, I totally don’t mind!! 🫶 I probably should’ve put in my pinned post that im ok with sharing lol it didn’t cross my mind cuz it’s not really a big deal to me. Asmo likers/yumes are free to follow, just know that I’ll be posting about my own ship from time to time 💞 i also intend to write a lot of asmo x reader cause I love giving back to my community LMAO

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Hello everyone!

Last year I started designing a series of Coat of Arms, themed in the spirit of Pride Month and using different mythological creatures as heraldic animals. I now aim to turn these designs into wearable pins and will be running a Kickstarter in July to fund this endeavor! I have found a very trustworthy local manufacturer, who has already shown the quality of their craftsmanship with the first batch of test pins I received, just look at the detail they were able to produce!

Since I try to support local manufacturers, which produce pins with fair wages and are more ethical than outside of Europe, the pins are more expensive to create than through the usual pipeline via Asia.

I therefore seek to crowdfund the expenses since they would be more than I can afford. If you are interested and look forward to support this little endeavor, please follow the link below to sign up for a mailing list. People who signed up on the email list and pledged during the campaign will receive an exclusive sticker set by the end of a successful launch consisting of the following designs:

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"I am!" Diavolo exclaimed. He could not believe Barbatos was making him redo things. "My handwriting is perfectly legible. There's nothing wrong with this."

He picked up the sheet and put it back in the pile of finished work with a huff. Barbatos looked on in disappointment. "I ask you to refrain from writing like that on future documents," he requested. "It is a time sink and you know that certain nobles are sure to voice their displeasure."

Diavolo ignored his butler's pessimism. "Let them complain. I think it's fun."

It was a unique human world technique he had learned from his favorite human, after all. Sure, it took significantly longer to write an S with that many lines, but that's why it was reserved especially for the beginning of paragraphs. It added a certain elegance to his otherwise dull records. Diavolo hoped that using this script would further bridge the two cultures. Or at the very least, make writing all these reports much less monotonous.

Everything around the House of Lamentation has been a little overwhelming. Luckily, you know just the spot to avoid being bothered for a few hours.

Do these idiots ever shut the fuck up? You love them, you swear, but if you have to untie Mammon from the ceiling or comfort Levi about missing a first edition drop or calm Satan down after destroying a room or risk life and limb to protect your leftovers from a hungry Beel or stop an Anti-Lucifer prank you’re gonna lose it. Between the brothers’ shenanigans, RAD classes, and the event Diavolo is making you help plan, you just need a little time alone. Unfortunately, your room has become less than peaceful, as it’s the first place the brothers go to look for you, and they have a tendency to just barge in.

No, you need a spot where no one would think to look. The library is out, Satan tends to hang around there, the attic is almost certainly occupied, and everyone knows the kitchen is never safe. Where in the house do none of the brothers ever go?

The basement. Perfect! But the basement is known to harbor Cerberus, and Henry 1.0, but you’ve always been good with animals right? If you bring home some giant steaks and don’t otherwise disturb them, they’ll probably leave you be. You won’t stray too far from the stairs, just enough for some peace. You’ll stop by the store on the way home, and then finally get the quiet time you’ve been craving.

So I was supposed to clean and declutter my closet years ago (but didn't). And I think most of us know what happened in Turkey and Syria. My mom decluttered her closet and donated the clothes to the people there. This is honestly a great idea and I will do the same.

If you need to clean up your wardrobe a bit, you could do this too. Or help in another way (like donating to a charity). These people probably need all the help they can get. Thank you for your attention.

Warnings: Touch-starved MC, Mammon being a tsundere and by extent, a bit of a jerk, self-depreciating thoughts, MC makes sure Asmo is gonna be SFW.

Length: 1.4k words

Genre: Slight bit of angst, mostly fluff and comfort though!

Summary: You need a hug.

A/N: Honestly I wrote the outline for this while I was feeling very tired and clingy, and I decided to polish it up. There isn't much plot, just some mindless, tooth-rotting fluff. I hope you enjoy it!

-Ethereal (✿◡‿◡)

Story below, please don't claim as your own!

You’d been in the Devildom for about three weeks now, and you were starting to feel a bit down.

Were you homesick? Was the lack of Vitamin D finally starting to get to you? Were you immensely stressed because you always had to be on guard during school?

None of that helped, that’s for sure. However, the real problem didn’t come to light until Simeon randomly hugged you upon seeing you. You immediately felt a hundred times better.

Oh. So that’s what it was.

Well, three weeks was a long time to go without physical contact.

While it was wonderful that you’d figured out what the problem was, that didn’t really help you solve it.

Though you were on decent terms with everyone, you weren’t sure you were close enough to straight-up ask for cuddles.  Even if you were, you were much too shy to do so anyways.

You managed to hold your resolve for about a week before you finally broke, rather late in the evening.  Yes, it might be awkward, but the worst they could say was no, right?

Not wanting to overthink it, you quickly sent a message to your closest friend in the Devildom.

***

You: Hey Mammon, this is going to sound kind of stupid…

You: I’ve been feeling kind of down lately, and I could really use a hug.

You: …Can I have a hug?

Mammon: What!?

Mammon: Pfft, why would I want to hug you?

You: I shouldn’t have asked.

You: I’m sorry.

You: Never mind.

You: Forget I ever said anything.

***

He started typing something else, but you didn’t wait for him to finish. You clicked the power button, making your screen go dark.

Turns out ‘no’ was not the worst thing they could say.

Your phone buzzed- probably Mammon- as you tossed your phone on the bed and stood up. You couldn’t be bothered to read his messages right now.

While he hadn’t exactly said no, it was pretty clear you weren’t getting a yes.

That was fine. You were fine. You didn’t need a hug anyways; you’d be fine without one. No human had ever died by ‘lack of hugs’.

Even though the very idea of receiving one made your chest ache, you would be fine.

Your phone kept buzzing—how many messages was he sending you, anyways? —as you stepped out of your room and began to wander.

It was honestly stupid of you to ask. You knew you weren’t close enough for that sort of thing, and you’d asked anyways. Now you’d gone and made things awkward, just like you knew you would.

Your wandering brought you to the kitchen, where you decided to make hot chocolate. Maybe the warmth of the drink would help you feel a little better.

You grabbed a mug from the cupboard and filled it with milk. Then you put it in the microwave.

While you searched for the hot chocolate powder, your mind began to drift again.

If you couldn’t even last a few days without a hug, how in the hell were you supposed to survive down here?

“Well, you’re up awfully late.”

You jumped, whirling around to face the voice behind you.

“Oh, I’m sorry darling.” Asmo frowned. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

You shook your head, smiling. “Don’t worry about it, it’s fine.”

The microwave beeped, and you quickly jumped to shut it up. Yes, the entire household was probably still awake, especially if the text chains were anything to go by, but it still felt odd to make too much noise.

You placed the mug of steaming milk on the counter and added a few spoonfuls of powder. While you stirred it in, Asmo slid up beside you.

You could feel his eyes on you.

“Is something the matter?” He asked after a moment.

“I’m fine,” you answered just a bit too quickly.

“No…you’re not. Look at me?” He requested.

You turned your face towards him, though you don’t make eye contact.

Unsurprisingly, that doesn’t convince him.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” He asked softly.

“It’s stupid.” You answered.

He tilts his head slightly but doesn’t respond. That was surprisingly effective at getting you to continue.

“It’s just…I’ve been here a while, and I’m starting to feel a little down. Not enough physical contact. But—” you wave your hand “—I’ll be fine.”

“…Is that it?” Asmo asked, giving you a funny look.

You scoffed. “Yeah. I told you it was stupid.”

He gasped. “Sorry, no! I didn’t mean it like it was stupid or something! It’s just…if you wanted some physical contact, you could’ve asked me, you know!”

 “Not that kind of physical contact,” you elaborated. “I just want a hug…or maybe some snuggles,” you added quietly.

“No, no, I understand what you mean. And I still mean what I said,” He reassured you. “If you wanted some snuggles, all you needed to do was ask me!”

Suddenly he wrapped his arms around you, and you instantly melted. You felt him rub your back a little.

He giggled. “Aw, you should’ve come to me sooner, love.”

All too soon, he pulled away, and you couldn’t help the pout that appeared on your face.

“Now, how about some proper snuggles in my room?” He suggested with a smile.

You hesitated for a second, then nodded. You needed this more than you were embarrassed.

As soon as you confirmed, he beamed and grabbed your hand, pulling you behind him towards his room.

He closed the door behind you two, then turned to you. “Now, would you like to cuddle in the bed, or would you prefer the couch?”

“Maybe…the couch?” You suggested. “And maybe we could watch a movie?”

“That sounds lovely,” he agreed, sitting down. He scooted to one side, then reached his arm out. You took that as an invitation, sitting down beside him.

He giggled, pulling you so you were properly leaning against him. “Come on, don’t be shy,” he cooed.  

He selected a movie—some cheesy romcom— and as it progressed, you slowly began to relax, even nuzzling him now and then.

He ran a hand through your hair, making you hum contentedly. “There, see?” he purred. “Aren’t I the absolute best person to snuggle with?”

You nodded, starting to feel a little tired. It was awfully late after all.

He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You’re welcome to sleep here,” he said.

You nod. Maybe you’ll take him up on that offer.

Suddenly, a loud crash jolted you out of your sleepy daze.

“Oi, Asmo!”

You raised your head, blinking as the intruder came into focus.

“Have ya seen the human anywhere?” Mammon asked, too distracted by his phone to notice the human in question was right in front of him.   “They ain’t in their room, and they ain’t answering their messages-“

He glanced up to stare accusingly at his brother, but he saw you instead. Then he saw Asmo.

Then he realized the two of you were sitting together, and just how close you two were.

“What the hell is going on in here?” He exclaimed, closing the door behind him.

Starting to feel awkward again, you attempt to push away from Asmo. He doesn’t allow you to, keeping his arm snug around your shoulders and throwing a smirk to his brother instead.

“We’re snuggling,” he responded simply.

“Wha- why!?” He asked, coming further into the room.

“They were a little lonely is all,” Asmo responded sweetly, kissing the top of your head again. You blushed, but didn’t find it in yourself to protest.

“And ya didn’t ask me first!?” Mammon exclaimed, taking off his jacket and throwing it on a nearby chair.

“I did, but you said-“ He cut you off.

“Ugh, you dummy! If I knew you were gonna go ask one of my brothers—” he paused midsentence, kicking off his shoes and untucking you from the blanket.

He slid in beside you, tucking himself in as well. “If you wanted attention, you could’ve just asked for it…” he muttered.

You debate reminding him a second time of the earlier events but decide against it.

“Excuse me, I don’t remember inviting you.” Asmo scowled at his older brother.

“The human needs attention, and I don’t want the stupid thing to die,” Mammon said. “Now, c’mere so I can love you,” he mumbled, suddenly tugging you towards him.

“Hey!” Asmo protested, crossing his arms.

Mimicking his previous actions, you stretch your arm out towards him.

He easily complied, snuggling into your arms this time.

This certainly wasn’t how you were expecting your night to go, but you definitely weren’t complaining.

And next time you want attention, you know you’ve got two demons who are more than willing to give it to you.

Bonus:

These are the messages MC missed from Mammon.

Mammon: Wait, hang on.

Mammon: Fine.

Mammon: If you want a hug from me, then I'll give ya one. Only because you're asking, and not because I want one, got it!?

Mammon: Don't say the great Mammon never gave ya anything!

Mammon: Why aren't ya readin' my messages?

Mammon: Whatever, I'll be at your room in a sec.

Mammon: Wait for me, okay?

Mammon: Hey, where are ya?

Mammon: I told ya I was comin', didn't I?

Mammon: Your phone is buzzin'.

Mammon: I guess you left it here.

Mammon: Wait, you ain't getting these anyways.