"A whole month dedicated to Lucifer?" Mammon's nose was scrunched in disgust at the thought. Satan was beside him, shaking his head shamefully. You let out a loud laugh, a snort escaping alongside your giggle at the faces they were making. "You humans have poor taste."

"No, silly demon," you laughed again as Mammon's cheeks flared pink at the name. "Pride month meaning a celebration for the different sexualities and genders that are out of the ordinary to others." You tilted your head with a frown as you saw their confusion, "I don't really know how to explain it well."

"I can!" Asmo jumped into the conversation with a grin. "Pride month commemorates the impact the LGBTQ+ members have. It does focus on honoring out of the norm genders and sexualities, though. In rememberance of the first Pride."

"Right, the Stonewall Riots in 1969."

Mammon frowned, tilting his head. He looked Asmo up and down in question, eyes guarded yet curious. Satan held his chin in thought, nodding once he properly gathered his thoughts. The blond spoke with a raised eyebrow, "so, nothing to do with Lucifer?"

"No," you rolled your eyes, "nothing to do with Lucifer."

Asmo claps then, the sparkling grin on his lips growing wider and spelling out touble for the rest of you. Throwing an arm around your shoulders — and ignoring Mammon's scowl — he rubbed his cheek against yours before speaking. "We should go out and celebrate! We don't have any real Pride celebrations down here, but we can drink!"

"There's no way—"

"Absolutely not."

You interrupted the brothers, cuddling closer to Asmo with a smile and slinging your arm around his waist. "Sounds fun, I'm in!"

Sharing a glance, the other brothers agreed in unison. Honestly, you weren't even sure where the others came from — it was originally just four of you in the kitchen. Eyes wide, you looked like a startled deer at the loud proclomation of, "I'm going, too!" as six voices spoke up.

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You really thought they'd have dispersed by now. But, the seven brothers were still prowling around you and wandering around the club you'd decided to go to. Solomon had come along, simply saying he'd watch after you because the brothers tended to get too distracted to keep an eye on you.

"Drink with me!" A whine came from behind you. Turning on the barstool you sat on, Mammon stood behind you with a pout. There was a flush on his cheeks that said he was tipsy — the glitter on his cheeks you'd convinced him to wear reflected the club's lights and made his eyes shine so prettily. Messily, Mammon handed you a shot glass before clinking them together. "Cheers!"

"Happy Pride month!" you yelled enthuiastically before downing the alcohol. You grimaced as you felt the burn in your throat settle in your chest. "Ugh, that was awful."

"Careful," Solomon spoke up quietly. A miniscule frown was on his lips as he took a sip of the same drink he'd had all night. Scooting closer to you, the wizard spoke in your ear so that you'd actually hear him. "Devildom alcohol is a lot different than ours, you know?"

"It'll be fine!"

Levi as the next to walk up to you with drinks, a scowl on his face at the music. It was surprising that he'd agreed to come to the little get together — you expected him to leave by now, honestly. But, the avatar of envy had stuttered out half-hearted insults to other people as you dusted glitter over his cheeks before your group left, cheeks aflame at the close contact you shared.

Handing you a drink that was named after an anime he'd seen, Levi sipped on the colorful beverage. He scrunched his nose at the taste before declaring it'd be his last drink for the night — he had a game to get back to, after all.

"Happy Pride month!" you cheered again before chugging the drink Levi brought you. He and Solomon watched you with wide eyes, mouths agape as you swallowed the full cup until it was empty. Slamming the empty cup onto the bar, you pursed your lips in thought. "Huh, these are getting easier to drink."

Solomon shook his head, a small grin of amusement on his lips as he watched your antics. Lucifer shared a drink with you before heading back to his office, leaving with a stern reminder to watch Y/N to his brothers. Beel and Belphie took two shots with you before heading to a resteraunt nearby to grab a snack before going home. Satan took a seat beside you at the bar, watching as Mammon made — and lost — bets with random demons at the club.

"Think you've had enough," Solomon spoke up as Mammon convinced you to have yet another shot with him. You curled your nose in disagreement, shaking your head at him. "C'mon, Y/N, how about you drink some water?"

"How about!" You paused as the world began to spin. Blinking, you refocused on Solomon with an animalistic grin. "You mind your business, old man?"

Satan snorted, covering the laugh with a sip to his drink before you could turn on him. Nonchalantly, he pulled the drink you were sipping on away from your reach. "Solomon's right, Y/N. Maybe you should stop now."

You pouted at the blond, not even realizing your drink was gone. Before you could reply, Asmo sauntered up to you with a drink in his hand a grin on his lips. "Drink with me, pretty!"

Without even agreeing, you snatched the drink from his hand with a grin. Clinking the drinks together, you grinned at the avatar of lust. "Happy Pride month!" you exclaimed before downing the beverage. "Oh, that was so good. Best one yet!"

"I don't think you should've done that, Asmo." Solomon spoke quietly. He nodded your way with his chin, watching as you spoke enthusiastically to Satan about who knows what. "They're pretty drunk already."

"I know," Asmo hummed as he drank his own drink. Seeing it, you quickly stopped talking to stare at him with wide eyes. "Oh, I guess you could have my drink, cutie."

As you downed that drink, too, Asmo sent a wink to the other disbelieving boys. Watching the drink dribble down your chin fondly, Asmo leaned closer to whisper to Solomon and Satan. "Don't worry, it's just water. If one of you will help me get them to bed, the other can drag Mammon out."

That's how you ended up sandwiched between Solomon and Asmodeous, arms slung across their shoulders as they led you to the demon's room. You were humming a song you'd heard at the club, curling a finger in Asmo's hair as he opened the door. Solomon watched you dance into the room, "will you guys be okay now?"

"Yeah!" Asmo grinned with a wave. "I've got this, no worries. Night!"

Sauntering up to you with a playful smile, Asmo hummed along with you. Eyes widened, you swirl around to grin at him and sway along to the song in your heads. Sighing, you settle your arms around the demon's shoulders, relaxing into him further as he recipricated the hold on your hips. "Pretty," you sighed again as you placed your face in his neck. "You're so, so pretty, Asmo."

"You're too sweet, lovely." His cheeks flushed at the sincere — and true — compliment. Shuffling you closer to the bed, he laid you on it gently. Kneeling beside you, Asmo could only peer down at you fondly as you blinked up at him. "How about we get changed into something comfy, hm?"

"Oh!" you dragged your voice out. Trailing your fingers up his chest teasingly, your grin turned sensual and excited. "Didn't know that's why you brought me to your room."

"Hm, tempting," Asmo stooped down to press a gentle kiss to your lips before perking back up. "But, not when you've been drinking. Never when you're this drunk." He tapped your hips lightly, indicating for you to lift them so he could help you out of your clothes. You whined but complied anyways, allowing Asmo to shuffle you out of your clubbing clothes and into a shirt that was far too large for you.

Grabbing his skincare from his bathroom, Asmo re-entered his room with a coo at how sleepy you looked. He got back into his previous position, kneeling beside your head for easy access to your face. "As pretty as you looked tonight, it's time to get cleaned up, okay?"

"'Kay," you hummed out in response. Gently, the demon made sure to remove any and all of the makeup you wore. He carefully swiped the glitter you wore away as he thought about how cute it was that you matched Mammon and Levi tonight.  Sleepily, you slurred out a small, "thanks, 'mo." as he pulled away for a second.

Grinning down at you fondly, he pressed another kiss to your lips before rubbing moisturizer onto your face. "Anything for you, pretty. You know that."

Leaving you briefly to do his own routine, the demon didn't expect to see you trying to sit up on his bed. Tilting his head, the question dropped from his tongue before he could say it as you extended your arms outward. You pouted, "we cuddlin'?"

"'Course we're cuddling!" Jumping into the bed, Asmo made sure you were surrounded by his arms and that your legs were tangled with his. At this point, you didn't know whos limb was where, but you were too comfortable to complain. Pressing a loud kiss to your forehead, Asmo sighed dreamily. "Goodnight, Y/N."

"Sweet dreams, 'Smo."

—— ♥︎ —— obey me brainrot got the best of me once again </3 reader is really jus dating everyone n you know what! good for them <3

“So,” Mammon’s spinning in circles on your desk chair, “it turns out you’re not really good at these pick up lines, yeah?” You look at him from your spot on the bed, hunched over one of your textbooks as you had an exam coming up within the next week.

“What do you mean?” You decide to humor him, knowing that Mammon will continue whether you pay him any attention or not; you just didn’t feel like listening to him whine. “Beel and Solomon liked mine.”

“Satan and Lucifer hated yours, and I don’t want to bring up how Belphie played ya at your own game.”

“You just brought it up anyway.” You grumble under your breath. You close your textbook and push it aside, turning to give Mammon your full attention; it would be fruitless to study now. “And it’s not like you’ve been exactly helpful with any of them. If you’re my partner in crime in this, you should have at least bailed me out of Lucifer’s and Satan’s lessons, or even sat through them with me.” Mammon pulls a face at this, his spinning coming to a halt.

“Sit through their lectures? I’m not a glutton for punishment, thank ya.”

“Really?” Your lips curve upwards as you rest your chin on the palm of your hand. “With the amount of stupid shit you do to get Lucifer’s attention, I’d think otherwise.” His face grows red at this and a laugh is threatening to leave you.

“We’re crossing lines here that can’t be uncrossed.” He says with narrowed eyes. He sits up in your chair straighter. “Because I am your partner in crime, I’ve been thinkin’ of people ya should try pick up lines on, people you’ll have high success rates with.” Your interest has suddenly peaked. “Honestly, I think your best bet, ya know, with how bad your skills are, would be Asmodeus.”

“Asmodeus?” You ask with a raised eyebrow. “And what do you mean by my bad skills? I told you they aren’t that awful!” It’s pointless to defend yourself and you know it. Mammon’s very selective with what he decides to respond to.

“Yeah, Asmodeus. He likes all attention, so it really shouldn’t be that hard to seduce him.” Again with the seducing, you find yourself sighing internally. “We just have to be careful with the line ya use on him, otherwise he might end up pouncin’ ya right then and there. I’m not sure that ya’d want that.” Would you want that? You’d need to think about it. “I don’t like that ya have to think about that.” His golden eyes are narrowing before he sighs and stands up. “Well, I have to actually go study or Lucifer will have my head on a stick. Have fun with Asmo.”

You were stupid for thinking Mammon would have actually helped you.

☼☼☼

You watch keenly as Asmodeus paints his nails, the demon over the moon that you’d rather hang out with him than study for your exams. “Hey, Asmo,” you find yourself playing with the material of his soft blanket, “do you like pick up lines?”

A wide smile spreads his lips as he looks up at you. “Pick up lines? Of course! Who wouldn’t love a good pick up line? Why? Do you have some prepared for me?” You feel a cold sweat break out over your skin when he puts his nail polish aside; you weren’t ready to have Asmodeus’ full attention on you. It’s an intimidating thing. “I’ve heard from Beel that you’ve been going around using pick up lines on some of my brothers. And you naughty minx, you even tried a few on Solomon! I have to admit, I was a bit jealous when I heard you were trying them out on everyone but me.” An adorable pout forms as his bottom lip juts out. “But now you’re asking me if I like pick up lines.” His excited smile turns into a much more mischievous one. “Could this mean that you possibly have one for me? Oh, I’m so excited I can hardly contain myself.”  You feel your cheeks heat up from the way he says your name, and you find yourself glancing around his room briefly. Maybe you should have done this somewhere more… open. You doubt he’ll be willing to leave his room now that he has you cornered.

You lean back on your hands, in pretend thought. “I do, but I’m not sure if you’ll like it.” He quirks a brow at this.

“What wouldn’t be to like? Go on, don’t be shy. Try it on me!” His hands are resting on both sides of his chin as he eagerly stares at you. The palms of your hands are starting to sweat and you struggle to hold back a nervous sigh. You might as well just get it over with, if Mammon’s right then Asmodeus will be happy no matter what line you end up using anyway.

“On a scale of one to ten, you’re a nine and I’m the one you need.” You even top it off with a lame show of finger guns. However, you find yourself met with a blank stare. After a few seconds pass with Asmodeus saying nothing, you begin to panic. “Uh, Asmo? Are you alive in there?” You cautiously snap your fingers in front of his face. You immediately regret doing so, his expression changing from bored to annoyed. “Ah, wait, what--”

“Why am I a nine?”

You blink. “What?”

“You said I’m a nine. Why am I a nine and not a ten?” You feel your throat go dry as your head tries to figure out what’s wrong. “Were you this rude to my brothers? Solomon said yours were somewhat endearing, but I just find mine plain insulting.” Shit, he’s definitely not happy, you think to yourself in a panic.

“Didn’t-- didn’t you hear what I said?”