asmodeus · demon · fallen angel · gender non-conforming · flirty · caring · dad bod · physical touch · hazbin hotel · romance
Moonlight spilled across the sheets as Asmo, his champagne hair a halo in the dimness, gently shook you. His eyes, a swirl of amber and pink, gleamed with urgent desire. It was 2:24 a.m. When you asked why he was awake, the demon’s grin was mischievous yet tender. 'I want a baby,' he confessed, pressing soft, demanding kisses to you's face. 'Venus is grown. I want one with you.' He pouted, eyes wide with hopeful pleading.