#asmodeus x mc

[tokklu00]

Old obey me fanart

[thetravelerbirf]

I’m tall for a girl and usually I feel kind of out of place because of it but now I’m imagining Asmo being somewhat short and me being able to pick him up and carrying him when his feet hurt from wearing heels. I feel like he’d enjoy being whirled around and sitting in everyone’s lap as long as he can fit.

[gennabi]

winter wonder

asmodeus x gn!reader • 1.1k

romantic; fluff, comfort, established relationship

[ a thing i did for a secret santa exchange, dedicated to @oniriquekise this was very long overdue (the post, not the gift lol) but really study and life swept me away so much buuuuuut ik its still winter in some places so hehe have a warm one <3 , basc winter shenanigans with santa claus!asmo ]

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Clad in red from head to toe, his white beard sticks out sorely as they fall down to his chest. You pull at the beard.

"Hey!"

"Oops."

Asmodeus huffs, turning his head the other way in a sulk. You don't bother comforting him knowing seconds after, he immediately thins his frown into pursed lips instead. How predictable. And adorable.

"I didn't know you would..." You start when he gives you a peek out of the corner of his eyes, "Wear.... This."

It's a sleeveless red dress that ends just around his upper thighs, showcasing the beaut of his legs paired with short black boots. A thick black belt cinches his waist, his Santa hat worn with a tilt. Design aside, the material looks soft, inching you to gently tug it and rub in between your fingers, a soft gasp coming from Asmodeus at the gesture. Hmm... Velvet. Of course.

You take a step back moments after, done with admiring the definitely customized cloth, with what glimmering beads and white fur on both edges of the dress. Still, it's hard to believe how engaged the Devildom residents with human festivities. Said resident including the fifth demon brother apparently. Everyone knows not to wake you up this late at night. Asmodeus had apparently deemed this occasion an emergency for him to do so, only barely surviving the grunts and wrath of the only human in this house.

The pink highlights dances in his champagne locks as he finally faces you. "Well," he fidgets with the hem of his sleeve before releasing it, adorning that charming smile and gleaming eyes of his, "You wanted to see me in this. Naturally, because of course only I can pull this off with how stunning I am."

You couldn't argue with that. Not a lot of people could indulge in the beauty of both a beard and a seductive dress. Hooking one finger into his belt, you tilt your face closer to softly peck the corner of his lips. "Naturally."

The fifth born erupts into a sweet giggle and if it weren't for his hand on your chest, you would have chased after the sound even more. "Not fair. I'm the one being the Sexy Santa, why am I the one being seduced right now?" That response made you burst into a chuckle of your own, giddiness bubbling up your throat until it's too much. Until you can't control it anymore, sharing the tingling sensation up to your lips then his. He lets you.

The hallway is silent, the snow slowly piling outside the House of Lamentation, one fourth of the windows' height already being covered. The winter in Devildom is much colder than the way you remember it on Earth: The lack of sun, perhaps. Which was why when Asmodeus reaches for your hips, desperate for more body-on-body contact, you let him. It is cold.

Exchanging a few more kisses, he does gets you to stop when he tenderly pushes you away. "Alright, not anymore. Not yet. This Santa is very beautiful, yes, but," he trails off with a whine, your heart only squeezing further as your gaze catches his swollen lips. The 'thump' that follows though do manage to shift your attention and it's only then you do realize the huge sack he brought along. Raising an eyebrow at the suspiciously pine-shaped lump, you meet his honey eyes. Asmodeus only strikes a dramatic pose, throwing flying kisses to his invisible audience. "I'm the best Santa, I know."

His joy is infectious, making you sporting a grin of your own, fingers hooking on the other side of the sack to pull it together. The floors in House of Lamentation is oddly solid for a building that stood since forever, with just a few cracks in the enormous space, the ground being an easy playground for the both of you to tug the weight along. Once you reach the living room, the next two hours are spent on building the Christmas tree as you and Asmodeus delicately bring the tree pieces out of the sack.

He hums in content, moving quickly between pieces until you get to decorating. It doesn't surprise you when the first ornament you reached for is a glass ball with his portrait painted all over. Or the second ornament. Or the third one. Or the- Hey, isn’t that your face? You silently poke the ball onto his face and he blinks in surprise, "Hm? Oh yeah, you look suuuuu-per cute there, I just had to~ ♡" He takes the ball then out of your hand, tiptoeing his way to secure the ball on the highest spot.

And when he's being so sweet, what kind of a partner are you for if you're not there to reward him with another kiss?

Keeping it short, you try to be mindful of his very "serious" work. With him by your side, or rather you by his since this is his thing after all, the following time passes by smoothly as he goes on to drop off his presents by his brothers' bedroom door. They all vary in shapes, one being a big thin square resembling a vinyl record, one being too abstractly shaped that you catch on it being a figurine from the first sight, another being just an envelope— Asmodeus had mouthed to you it was "thousands of food vouchers" so you're pretty confident the recipient appreciates it. Even down to the wrapping paper, your boyfriend had made sure to personalize each of them. Clearly he had put in too much effort for just one night, the evidence being the current position you're in after all that Santa Claus-ing, him lying on the couch with you on top.

You let your eyes linger on the short pointer on the clock pointing to four, slumping down even further against Asmodeus's chest when you finally let your eyes rest, the fur of his dress an appreciated comfort. You hear his breath near your ears, his heartbeat thumping to a slow beat alongside yours, the constant ticking in the background. Just a couple hours more, and you'll have to share him with the world.

The thought makes you fuzzy. You hope Asmodeus will only receive more and more love: Particularly because he's not good at it, receiving, you mean.

'But you alone is enough and more for me, you know?', you can almost hear him respond if you were to say it aloud. That somehow makes your chest warmer and warmer.

In such world, your feelings alone would survive the two of you through the harshness of winter.

hehe double posting :3

[yan-lorkai]

"Is this not enough?" You asked him. Still with that happy, dazed expression of his, too far gone to really pay any mind to whatever it was that was happening, only conscious enough to demand you to keep going.

His head lulled to the side, a dreamy sigh leaving his swollen lips as he forced his magenta eyes open. Tears streamed so effortlessly from them the longer he stared at you, but kept staring, kept watching as he pulled you closer.

"Keep going." He asked of you.

And you applied another gloss to your lips, this one was much softer than the last, it smelled pretty nice too.

Then-

You pressed your lips to his cheeks, another mark added to Asmodeus skin like a trophy worth of the world, in his opinion, that is.

"Mmm!" He lied his head to your chest softly, enjoying the warmth of your body, the way your heart was beating slowly to match his.

"I love you." He whispered like a prayer. "As your soulmate, I love you more than anything."

You snorted with the unfamiliar term. Certainly another word he caught from his friend Iruma, yet you couldn't help but tease him.

"I see how it is." You pushed his shoulder away in a playful manner. "So if you wasn't my soulmate, you wouldn't love me that much, huh. You said so yourself."

You pointed your finger to his face.

"Pff-" both of you exploded into a giggling fit.

Little did you know, his love was much more intense than everything he had ever felt. He wouldn't let anything destroy this beautiful, warm feeling that always bubbled at his chest whenever he was never you.

"Keep going!" He whined like the spoiled, rich boy he was. But you couldn't deny him from that.

And you reached for a new lipstick that had just arrived; his mom that ordered for you as a gift. A red shade that really suit you.

"Say please!"

He rolled his eyes, but complied. "Please."

And you leaned on to plaster another kiss to any unmarked skin left on his face. Many more glosses and lipsticks to try.

[omnomnb]

you don't remember the first time you made asmo properly blush but his brothers sure do. he gets pink-cheeked and giggly frequently, yeah, but this is distinct. proper rosy flush, flustered laughter, fumbling words - something they hadn't seen from him in years, maybe ever, and at the time they just kinda pogged at each about it and then forgot

then lucifer recounts the story at the wedding and everyone starts simultaneously groaning and grinning at the sappiness of it all

[noirraiza]

Asmodeus from Obey Me! With Mc! ♡♡♡

[yan-lorkai]

"Sweetie, stay!"

Saccharine tone dragging into a purr, hands searching for yours as he pulled you flush against his chest, your head fitting perfectly into his neck as he rubbed your back. There was an incessantly warmth that came from his skin, a wanton need to kiss him and claw at his shoulders toll blood was dripping. He was a bad influence, some might say.

But as you stared into his golden eyes; you stayed.

Only for a few more minutes, you lied to yourself.

A few more minutes to enjoy the way he caressed your face with his fingertips, causing goosebumps to erupt down your spine, as he trailed a path full of wet kisses from your forehead to your lips. The taste of his cherry-flavored gloss dominated your senses when his tongue entered your mouth, and a feverish heat overtook your body as if you were slowly being cooked. Your mind running to comprehend where you ended and he started.

"Oh, look at you," Asmo cooed. "So fucking mine, so pretty and all mine."

He giggled. The sound making your belly tingling with a fire only he knew how to quench, and your knees to clench.

"Do you feel it?" He put your hand over his beating heart, a sensation you would find comfort in. And that snared you deeper into his trap, losing your will to escape from him, from the cozy bed, and his room that smelled like roses and alcohol. "That's my love for you. Never-ending. Stay a little longer, lovie."

And you did.

His fingers sewing stars into your hair, his lips sealing promises into your skin, as your eyes closed and he ate the sighs from your mouth like it was nothing.

[shootingstarrfish]

surprise!! the real surprise guest was you all along!!