#asmodeus drabbles

Notes: i wanted to do all of them but didn't have the time 😭 so I did the first 2

Warnings: no NSFW but there is a lot of kissing/lowkey making out in some

Characters involved: Asmodeus, Diavolo

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

Asmodeus

"You look amazing."

The compliment effortlessly rolled off of your lips at the sight of Asmodeus in the new suit he chose to try on, just like it had for every other piece of clothing he had picked out for the business dinner he and Mammon were supposed to attend.

But this time your words seemed to do more harm than good, for they only served to worsen the pout on Asmo's lips.

"You've said that for every other outfit too."

You couldn't help the giggle you let out at his annoyed state, but were quick to hop up from your perch on his bed and slot yourself before Asmo just as he began to complain.

"Honestly, I-"

Tugging on his perfectly ironed tie probably wasn't the best way to shut him up, but you found it hard to care about the repercussions of your actions when Asmodeus let out such a cute whine as your lips softly pressed against his.

You stayed like that for a moment, with his tie fisted in one of your hands while the other settled on his jaw to deepen the kiss.

By the time you pulled away the both of you were visibly breathless and a pink flush dusted Asmodeus's cheeks. A sight that heavily contradicted the smirk he sent your way as he leaned in for another kiss.

And another, and another, until the two of you forgot why you were kissing in the first place. However, your bubble was quickly burst by a loud call from a very impatient Mammon.

"Hmm I think I'll stick with this suit."

Asmo placed one last peck on your lips before straightening himself up and bidding you goodbye, but you found yourself rooted in your spot even as he disappeared past the bedroom door.

You had discovered a new side of Asmodeus that day. And you planned to exploit it without restraint.

Diavolo

"Dia!"

That was the fifth time you had called out the demon prince's name, but just like every other time your affectionate call was ignored by the brunette.

It wasn't like he was trying to ignore you. You would have probably lost your temper by then if that was the case.

Diavolo was just distracted by the pile of paperwork before him, so much so that he seemed to lose track of what was happening around him.

This wasn't the first time he had gotten so awfully absorbed in his work. Perhaps that was why you found it easy to lean against his desk and loop your foot around the bottom of his chair so that you could roll it towards you.

Diavolo snapped his gaze away from his papers at the sudden gesture, instead turning to finally face you.

"Did you need something, my love?"

The pet name helped vanquish any lingering annoyance you felt, making room for the longing you had felt all day.

It was why you allowed one of your hands to wrap around Diavolo's tie and pull him towards you for a short but sweet kiss, one that he was more than happy to reciprocate after a surprised pause.

"I miss you."

You could tell he knew what you were doing with your small pouts and seemingly innocent whispers, but somehow, Diavolo didn't seem to mind your little tricks to distract him.

If anything he seemed more than amused as he tugged you down to him until you were seated on his lap.

One of his hands remained wrapped around your waist while the other returned to the pile of papers before him, however the way Diavolo shifted to lean his chin on your shoulder as he read through the paper scribbled small notes told you everything he couldn't.

The crown prince of the Devildom was a busy demon, but even with so many tasks piling upon his shoulders, he would always find a way to make time for you.

congratulations for 900 you deserve many more!! <3

Ask 16 for the Game: Obey Me Break Up Scenarios (Masterlist)

B - Break-up

Notes: I might have gone a little too far with these lol. Was going to do Belphie and Simeon too but it's super late here and I just know I won't have time to write for them :( also btw i love your blog!

Warnings: break-up themes, unrequited feelings/love, Asmo's is honestly lowkey rude.

Characters involved: Leviathan, Asmodeus

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

Leviathan

"You don't mean that."

You sounded almost shattered as you uttered the words, making Levi squirm uncomfortably in his gaming chair.

Pain seeped through your form, yet somehow it wasn't due to the way your knees had given out and clashed against the floor or the way your throat felt uncomfortable like a lump had formed in it.

No, it was the emotional kind of pain. The kind that had tears streaming down your face as your lip trembled pathetically.

All you wanted was to join Levi on his chair and curl up in his lap while his tail and arms wrapped around you comfortingly, yet you knew that comfort was unattainable, after all, it had just been snatched away from you moments ago.

Perhaps that was what made this so much worse: the fact that you sought comfort in the arms of the very thing that brought you pain.

The fact that you had been so far gone, so wholly consumed by your love for him, that you hadn't even realised Leviathan didn't feel the same way.

"I do."

It felt like his tail was curling around your heart the more he spoke, as if he was physically squeezing the life out of you and stealing away your feelings.

Leviathan sounded almost unaffected as he said the words. Actually, he was unaffected, so much so it made more tears cascade down your cheeks as you heard him continue.

"Look, this was fun and all, but I just don't feel what you think I do, and I don't want to lead you on that way."

Fun and all.

How could he be so casual about this? How could Leviathan act like he was reviewing a bad anime rather than breaking up with the person he had been with for almost a year?

The questions whirled through your mind one after the other, yet through it all the only thing you could focus on was the flashing lights behind him.

He had even loaded up his game.

The sight made you scoff and shake your head, with one of your hands finally reaching up to wipe away the tears and snot.

It didn't matter that they were replaced with fresh ones almost immediately, for you were already halfway out the door before you could even think about giving in and speaking your mind.

As you walked out the door, you couldn't help but think back on all the moments you had shared together.

If only you had known it would all end with you as the fool scrambling for affection, perhaps you wouldn't have allowed your love for him to consume you so completely.

If only you hadn't been blind enough to think he loved you, maybe you could have saved your poor little heart from Leviathan's clutches.

Asmodeus

Asmo's hand trailed lower and lower as he deepened the kiss, with his touch being intoxicating enough to make you almost forget about what was on your mind.

Almost being the keyword.

And you were glad that you chose not to, for if you hadn't, you would have suffered through something so much worse than what was in store for you.

"Asmo-"

He hummed against your neck as you spoke, but his lips faltered the second he realised his name held more apprehension than affection.

"What is it, dove?"

You could he wasn't really taking you seriously with the way his fingers twirled stray strands of your hair in a way that was supposed to put you at ease but really just distracted you from your original thoughts.

However, you were hell-bent on expressing yourself, and quickly slid back on the bed to put enough distance between the two of you for his hands to fall away.

"I- well-"

You didn't even realise you were fiddling with your fingers until his hand covered yours, prompting you to look up at him.

"Spit it out."

Suddenly, Asmodeus seemed a lot more malicious than he did before, but the slither of annoyance in his voice vanished almost as quick as it came.

"Did you have sex with that witch?"

He paused for a moment, genuinely contemplating your question before letting out a little giggle and once again holding onto your waist so you could be close enough to kiss.

"Aw, are you jealous?"

"Jealous?"

He must have sensed how confused you were with the predicament because Asmodeus finally cut to the chase and dropped the final nail in your coffin.

"Come on, dove, you didn't really think just because we had sex a couple of times I would abandon my sin and fall in love with you, did you?"

It was that nickname again, the one you had come to love over the past few months, yet this time the butterflies in your stomach weren't just nervous flutters of affection, but harsh waves of anger and betrayal that swarmed your stomach until everything felt like too much and you were spilling over before you could stop yourself.

"What do you mean? You said I was yours."

"For the night, yes. And even then, I never said I was yours, now did I?"

Asmodeus seemed more confused than you did with the predicament, but his confusion quickly morphed into annoyance when your first tear fell.

"Aw, come on, don't be like that! It's not my fault you fell for my beauty and charms."

Asmodeus kissed away the stray tear with a grin on his face, leaning closer until his lips were hovering a breath away from yours.

"I can't give you my love, but I can make you feel divine."

His words held more truth than you would have liked to admit, but at the end of the day, the fact of the matter was that he didn't love or care for you as much as you did him.

It hurt, really, it did. Yet in a way, it was the pain that made you pull away for the final time.

It was the pain that guided you out of his room even with blurred vision, for even if you had just gotten your heart broken, it was far too early to hand your self-worth over to him.

Part 1: Lucifer and Mammon Part 2: Levi, Satan and Asmo Part 3: Beel and Belphie

Notes: It took me way longer than expected to get the second part out.

Warnings: not really any warnings but it’s just sad ig, sort of body dysmorphia/distortion in Asmo's

Characters involved: Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus

Leviathan

He was on another gaming roll.

Leviathan was a demon known for his tendency to remain in his room for hours on end, but even so he would find himself at least texting his brothers once in a while to check up on them.

However, this time, the lure of a new game was strong enough to make Levi lock himself away as he faced one level after the other, battling dragons and losing himself in the game.

Yet as he leaned back into his gaming chair and stared in satisfaction at the big bold 'game over' plastered across his screen, Leviathan found himself finally thinking of something outside of his room.

Or more specifically, the six demons no doubt scattered across the house who absolutely needed to know about his new game and the way he had perfectly crossed every level.

In his haste to switch off the computer and leave his room, Levi hadn't even bothered to think of using his phone like he normally would.

Instead, he found himself excitedly racing towards the kitchen where he was sure to find at least one of his brothers.

However, what he hadn't expected was to find all of them.

"What are you all-"

Levi found himself coming to a stop as soon as he began to make his way toward the kitchen, noticing how all of his brothers were seated in their respective seats at the table.

The sight usually would have made him feel angered at the thought of not being called down with everyone else, however, Levi instead felt a wave of envy and sorrow as his eyes settled on the first seat at the left of the table.

His seat. That was occupied by someone he didn't know.

The demon seated there was beautiful, looking like one of those protagonists from an anime, yet with the way he steadily held a conversation with Satan about what seemed like some academic debate made it clear he had beauty and brains.

He was muscular but not awfully so, smart yet with a hint of humour, beautiful but in a way that was subtle.

He was everything Leviathan was not.

He was the perfect brother, and as Levi ran a shaky hand through his hair to further cover his face and hide his visible distress, he realised the strange demon was him.

Or yet, a replacement for him. A much better one.

As Levi backtracked and let his feet carry him to the front door, he realised that maybe it was a good thing that he had locked himself away in his room for so long.

Because Leviathan couldn't bear to see the image of everything he was not replace him.

Especially not when that was everything he wanted to be.

Satan

"Lucifer."

The name surrounded him, consumed him even.

It stole the breath from his lungs and the voice from his throat, forcing Satan to watch as the crowd around him thickened. And apparently, so did the glass blocking him from cursing them.

"Lucifer!"

Their voices got higher, desperate even, with the crowd now shoving against each other as one face after the other appeared to sneak a glimpse into his glass cage and say the same thing as before.

"-Lucifer's creation."

The way he banged against the glass didn't seem to faze the crowd, if anything, Satan's wrath only seemed to heighten their excitement.

"His child."

Their chatter picked up at the words, yet all Satan could focus on was the raven-haired demon standing at the back of the room before him.

His hair was ruffled, tie loosened and shirt wrinkled, yet even so there was no mistaking the way the avatar of pride stood at the back of the room with a smirk that told Satan everything his words couldn't.

That he was just a reaction, an accident.

Lesser than.

The others were all avatars of sin, all fallen angels who fought in wars and became bold demons. Yet he was just the result of Lucifer's wrath and resentment.

Was being the result of Lucifer's anger, being created by him, the only thing Satan would ever amount to?

Asmodeus

It was dark.

Why was his room so dark?

Asmodeus had specifically installed the perfect room lighting to ensure that his room was always ready to be used for yet another one of his photoshoots.

The mere thought had him quickly rising from the bed, ready to be faced with the vanity mirror that would showcase his beautiful face.

However, Asmodeus's daily routine of pampering himself with compliment about his beauty was cut short by the sudden scream that cut through the room.

It took him a moment to realise the scream was of his own, and another to comprehend just what had caused such a horrified reaction.

He looked horrifying.

Asmodeus's face was unsymmetrical, with his usually perfect nose and lips stretching to the sides almost comically while his eyes drooped low in a fashion that had the champagne-haired demon letting out yet another scream.

It was like one of those clown mirrors in a circus, except it wasn't. For it was not the mirror before him that was distorted, but Asmodeus himself.

"What's with the ruckus, Asmo?"

By the time Satan raced through his door, Asmodeus had already begun to sob as his fingers raced across his face, pushing at random patches of skin and crying even more as he realised how dry and cracked it felt.

"I- I look horrendous!"

Satan cocked his head to the side at his brother's words before letting out a sigh that had Asmodeus's heart clenching, and not in a good way.

"What do you mean? You look like this all the time."

His words were all Asmodeus needed to drive himself over the edge, causing him to let out a louder, more horrified scream as he kneeled over on his bed.

He was ruined.

For Asmodeus, beauty was the only thing important in the world.

Beauty wasn't just about vanity, it was a way of coping for him. A way to tell himself the fall hadn't changed his perfection, if anything, it had solidified it.

The fall had allowed Asmodeus to explore a part of himself he had to previously hide away.

He just hadn't realised the change would result in having to hide himself away.

Asmodeus wasn't just his body, he knew that, yet as he sunk further into his bed he couldn't help but feel like he had just lost himself. After all, without his beauty, he was nothing.

Asmodeus, the avatar of lust and fifth of the notorious demon brothers, was nothing.

The champagne-haired demon had always thought of immortality as a blessing to enjoy himself for the rest of eternity, yet as his eyes slipped shut and breathing began to slowly even out, he couldn't help but hope he wouldn't wake up again.