I fucking love Asmo 🤤 TW: Non-con, NSFW, yandere, drugging, female reader
The last thing you remembered was drinking the chocolate milkshake Asmo had made for you. When you opened your eyes again you were staring up at the pink canopy that hung over his bed. The lights were dim, creating an intimate atmosphere.
Your eyelids were heavy and it felt as if you were miles away from your body. Your surroundings were blurry as if you were staring through a cloudy lens. A dull headache had formed and the little light in the room was hurting your sensitive eyes. A soft hum filled the silence and your eyes wandered down to the edge of the bed. Asmodeus was leaning one of his knees on the bed as his slender fingers worked the button and fly of your jeans with practiced motions.
His bright pink button-up shirt was no where to be seen and his pants were hanging dangerously loose around his slender hips. His orange eyes looked up at you with a swirl of emotions deeper than the unruly sea. His lips were moving, but you couldn’t make out what they were saying.
You tried to move your arms, but they didn’t budge. It was as if you were one with the mattress. Fear flooded your senses as your heartbeat quickened.
His lips moved again and you were finally able to grasp what he was saying. “You’re finally awake, cutie!” Asmo grinned. He lifted your hips and dragged your pants down your legs. “Just in time for some fun!”
“You humans are truly so adorable! It’s a miracle I managed to hold back from taking you then and there when you drank your milkshake.” His soft lips found your thighs where they trailed kisses up to your calf as he slipped your underwear off. “You don’t need this anytime soon” he said as he threw the baby pink garment over his shoulder.
Asmo groaned against your skin as he let his pants fall to the floor. He wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“I’m going to make you feel sooo good, sweetheart. Just you wait. No don’t cry, it’s alright” he giggled “Though I don’t mind your tears. They’re hot.” Orange eyes watched you with curiosity and desires as he parted your thighs further. Upon catching the sight of your bare cunt, the demon licked his lips. His pale cheeks were tinted pink from pure lust.
“I’ve never been one to use protection — it takes away the intimacy of the act — so please forgive me” he didn’t sound the least apologetic as he pumped his long and slender cock up and down. It was bigger than expected. Though he was a demon after all.
Your eyes flickered around the room, locking for anything that could have helped your escape. A hand buried its nails into your hip and you let a tiny whine out. You had to get away, but you didn’t have the energy to move.
“Keep your eyes on me. You aren’t allowed to look anywhere else. I want all your attention. If I can’t have that m, I’ll just force you” Asmodeus’ orange eyes darkened and his expression was stone cold. His perfectly manicured nails were by no doubt drawing blood. But he didn’t seem to care.
“You’ll only love me. Only me. Do you understand? You’ll only love me. You’ll only look at me.”
A lithe finger ghosted over your entrance. “Oh my… Are you wet already? Was it the drug I wonder… Or do you just love me that much?” his soft voice did nothing to hide his mockery.
Asmo slid two fingers into your entrance and drove them in and out slowly and sensual, before he removed them. You whined at the loss of friction. You hated yourself for it.
“You’re cute when you’re impatient” he bent down and kissed your cheek.
Something blunt probed your entrance. His tongue licked at the tears you hadn’t realised had started to run down your cheeks in crystal streams. A finger found your clit which it began circling. Asmo had always known how to play with you. Every touch sent a shiver down your spine and made your cunt tighten.
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You know the “am I allowed” thing but what if the mc said it with total sincerity? Like they feel bad getting the fires over the salad and want to know they will still be loved even if they do. They feel guilty doing anything they want that is not “perfect” idk maybe I’m not making sense
NO NO! You’re totally making sense! I understand what you mean to a simple frame and here it is!
Obey Me Brothers x S/O asking the “Am I allowed” sincerely out of insecurity
Lucifer
• At first he assumes you’re joking.
• Then he hears the hesitation in your voice.
• Lucifer slowly sets down his fork.
• “MC… look at me.”
• When he realizes you genuinely think choosing fries might make you less lovable, his expression softens in a way almost no one sees.
• He tells you very firmly that you do not need to earn affection by being perfect.
• He reassures you that making choices for yourself is normal.
• Lucifer will calmly order the fries for you if you’re too nervous.
• Then he adds something quietly:
• “You will always be valued here. Not for being perfect—simply for being you.”
Mammon
• Mammon immediately reacts emotionally.
• “What?! Of course you can get the fries!”
• When you still look unsure, he realizes this isn’t about the food.
• Mammon gets protective fast.
- He insists you order whatever you want.
- If anyone judged you, he’d absolutely fight them.
• Then he mutters something softer:
- “Ya don’t gotta act perfect for me… I already like ya.”
• He might shove some of his fries toward you too, just to prove it’s not a big deal.
Leviathan
• Levi notices the guilt in your voice instantly because he relates to it.
• He freezes for a second.
• “…You think we’d stop liking you over fries?”
• Levi understands what it’s like to feel like you have to be “good enough.”
• So he reassures you in a slightly awkward but sincere way.
• He explains that people don’t lose affection over small choices.
• He reminds you the brothers already care about you.
• Then he quietly admits:
• “I’m not exactly perfect either… but you still hang out with me.”
• Which makes the point pretty clear.
Satan
• Satan picks up on the deeper issue immediately.
• He gently asks why you feel like wanting something different would make people love you less.
• He listens very carefully to your answer.
• Then he reassures you logically and emotionally.
• Everyone has preferences.
• No one is loved because they make “perfect” decisions.
• He might even say:
• “If someone only cared about you when you were flawless, that wouldn’t be real affection.”
• Then he calmly encourages you to order exactly what you want.
Asmodeus
• Asmo’s heart breaks a little when he hears the guilt in your voice.
• He immediately moves closer to you.
• “Sweetie, you don’t have to earn love like that.”
• He’s very affectionate in his reassurance.
• Tells you people who care about you want you to enjoy yourself
• Reminds you that treating yourself isn’t something to feel guilty about
• He’ll absolutely hype you up too.
• “Get the fries. Get the dessert too if you want.”
• Asmo wants you to associate choosing things for yourself with happiness, not guilt.
Beelzebub
• Beel responds very simply but very sincerely.
• “Of course you can.”
• When he notices you still look uncertain, he frowns slightly.
• Beel isn’t great with speeches, but he’s very genuine.
• “You don’t have to be perfect for us.”
• Then he slides his plate of fries closer to you.
• “You can share mine too.”
• For Beel, the act of sharing food is basically reassurance that you belong with them.
Belphegor
• Belph notices the guilt immediately.
• He stares at you for a moment before sighing.
• “You’re overthinking it.”
• But his tone is gentle, not dismissive.
• Belph knows how exhausting it is to feel like you must constantly meet expectations.
• So he reassures you in a relaxed way.
• “If we only liked perfect people, we wouldn’t like each other either.”
• Then he nudges the menu toward you.
• “Order what you want. No one here is grading you.”
Asmo simply doesn’t care because he knows he does well both ways. He could easily be the feminine or masculine one depending on the times of day. Additionally, he could easily either top of bottom based on both of you guys moods. He simply does not care because if you’re hot - and you are - then you two are made for each other. Plus, he’s not that shallow to only care about looks (not that shallow) because your personality attracts him as well. You could literally have no gender at all and he’ll still find a way to love you. If there’s a will there’s a way. There’s multiple holes for a reason
Beel does not care because it doesn’t matter, he’ll take care of you anyway. It’s like asking if he wants vanilla or chocolate ice cream. Sure, he’ll might want one a certain day and the other the next but he’s gonna take both anyways. To him, nothing like that matters because his heart is big enough to love you for all of you. Besides, he’ll or actually eat you alive if you ask him to and he will. That’s why you always end up under him, completely wrecked, and throughly satisfied at the end of the day. He’s pleased anyway, he’s just gotta make sure you are too.
Asmodeus with a mc who finds intimacy shameful because they never got to express their desires freely.. him helping them.. this is my 10pm though, that’s all.
Neon pink smoke wafted from the seal, which smelled so good it made your nose itch. The smoke filled the room before finally dissipating to reveal the figure inside. You didn't expect to find one of the assassins inside the summoning circle.
For there stood Asmo, looking around in puzzlement. What you noticed immediately about him were the sharp horns on his hair and the two pairs of bat wings fluttering behind his back.
"This is an ugly place. And the light? It doesn't suit my skin at all. Look," and he looked at his hands before his gaze fell on you. "Y/N? What are you doing here? We've been worried about you," he said, about to walk over to you when another seal stopped him.
The Templars took that moment to speak to the demon, presenting him with their plan to use his abilities to achieve their goal. However, it was obvious that he was only half listening to them.
He waited for them to finish speaking before he winked at them, casting a strange spell on them all. The Templars stopped talking before he began to preen and praise Asmo and his irresistible appearance.
"This circle is so small, it oppresses me so much..." he said exaggeratedly and winked at the Templars, who immediately moved closer and destroyed the protective circle so that the demon could get out.
"Much better. But, but... there's too many of you somehow and I'm alone... ts, ts... it won't work. Somehow I can't decide who to let in first..." and he winked seductively at them again.
By then, the Templars couldn't hold back anymore and started to fight amongst themselves, as they all wanted to be the first ones with the power to get into the arms of the seductive demon, and they didn't care about everything around them. Even all the ideals they had followed so devotedly up until now.
The Templars killed amongst themselves until there was only one soldier left who was covered in blood and wounded himself, but he was holding his own and wanted the demon's favour now more than before.
"You have done well. Here is your reward," Asmo said seductively, touching his forehead with a single finger. The Templar flushed all red and began to moan with pleasure.
His expression was full of euphoria and his heart beat faster and faster. He looked as if he was completely consumed with desire. It was so overwhelming that he clutched at his heart before his face contorted in pain, but despite that, he was on the verge of euphoria. The man finally slumped to the ground with a heart attack and died.
"Too bad for them, but they deserved it. No one is going to hurt the nicest person I know," he said before turning to you. "You look terrible. They treated you really badly," he said before taking you in his arms.
Asmo used the portal to carry you back to the base and straight to the infirmary where he wanted to see to your treatment himself. He began tending to your injuries as well as your skin and everything around you.
He wanted to pamper you and give first aid not only to your injuries but to your skin, hair and everything. That was until the nurse kicked him out for interfering with her work.
Then, after making sure you were okay, she left you there to rest until Diavolo and Lucifer came to visit. You explained your situation to them and they in turn explained the demon thing.
They knew you didn't want to let that happen and offered you two options. Either you could stay at the base and continue living there with them, or they offered you a sheltered place away from the demons and the Templars. Of course, you were given time to think about it.
After some time, Asmodeus came to you again with a giant bag full of all sorts of things. After all that, you both wanted some pampering.
He had prepared a nail care kit, various colours of nail polish, face, hair, hand masks, and things for massage.
"Mmmm, how I'd love to be in your shoes right now," he said with a smile as he was giving you a manicure. "But I like the view from here too. At least I can spoil you for a while. You'll be the prettiest person on the whole base," he smiled as he continued.
During this pampering, you talked about all sorts of things. You told him about your childhood and your relationship with your father and what led you to see him. He in turn told you about his childhood and the other demons.
Asmo then confessed to you that he had heard about the offer you had received from Lucifer and wished you would stay. That you wouldn't leave. And you agreed.
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warnings: pet names (doll, hon, babe), praise and degradation, mention of cum facial, oral sex, lingerie, fuck machine, mirror sex technically, masturbation, fingering (f. receiving), double penetration, unprotected sex, creampie
kinktober day 5: fuck machine
date: October 29, 2024
“You’re so beautiful,” Asmo whispered as he applied a highlighter to your cheekbone. He closed the sparkly container, setting it aside on his makeup-cluttered nightstand.
Asmo had lured you to his bedroom with a promise of a facial, though he neglected to mention what kind. Your knees were still sore from the rough floor of his bedroom.
Now you sat back and admired your reflection in the handheld mirror Asmo held up. He’d done your makeup out of boredom, promising to help you wash it off before going to bed.
Your hair had been brushed a thousand times, Asmo insisted. Then he spent an hour painting your nails, toes included.
However, you had grown suspicious after a sloppy blowjob and a cum facial, though you enjoyed both immensely.
“I’ve got a surprise for you, hon,” Asmo claps as he gets off the bed. He rummages through a few shopping bags, humming as he checks one and then another until he finds the bag he’s looking for.
“Aha!” He cheers as he heads back to the bed. He hands you the bag, and you open it, pushing aside the tissue paper to spot a delicate set of lingerie. It’s pink and glittery with a low cut. It opens beneath the cups, holding both sides together with a tiny bow. The panties don’t cover much once you put them on. They hug your ass in ways Asmo has only dreamed of.
“You look just as wonderful as I imagined,” Asmo compliments with a bright grin.
You thank him, reaching for his hand but he shakes his head.
“I’ve got one more thing for you,” Asmo smirks as he leaves the bed. He pushes something forward, grunting as he settles it in front of the bed.
With wide eyes, you stare at the machine with a dildo attached.
“Ta-da!” Asmo sings as he grins proudly. Behind the contraption, Asmo’s mirror faces you, displaying your shocked expression.
“What is it?”
“A fuck machine,” Asmo answers with a salacious grin.
Asmo pats the bed, and you move beside him. He kisses you, calming your nerves as he laces his fingers with yours.
“Do you want to use it?” Asmo asks, and you nod.
“Yes, please.” You answer boldly before he giggles.
“This little remote controls the speed,” he explains as he hands you a small remote. “The red button turns it on and off.”
You nod in understanding.
“Can you get on your hands and knees for me, hon?” Asmo asks as his hand runs over your lower back. You smile, kissing his cheek before you get on your hands and knees, eye level with the pink dildo in front of you.
“Just say the word and we can stop at any point,” Asmo reminds you as he turns the machine on for you to observe. His manicured hands run over your beautiful body. He licks his lips as he admires the curve of your ass on display for him. His fingers toy with the tiny thin strap of your panties.
“Asmo,” you sigh as you push your ass on his hand. He chuckles as he moves his hand between your legs, not surprised to find you wet already. He rubs you over your panties, fingers teasing you before he gets on his knees.
“Do you want to touch it?” Asmo asks as he slows the machine down until it’s moving at its lowest speed. You reach out, making your hand into a circle, to allow the dildo to slide through. You giggle as it speeds up.
Asmo groans, imagining it was him you were wrapped around. He slows the machine down again, allowing you to move closer to it as you curiously look it over.
A few moments later, your lips wrap around the head, allowing the silicone cock to enter your mouth. Asmo palms his hard cock as he watches from the sidelines.
“See, doll? Nothing to be afraid of,” Asmo admonishes. “Just another cock to fill your pretty little holes.”
You can’t respond with your mouth filled with cock so you blink twice. Asmo’s tinkling laughter fills the bedroom as you speed up the machine, gagging around the cock as it hits the back of your throat. Asmo can’t help himself as he strokes his hard dick while he watches you. Your eyes pool with unshed tears as your throat expands to welcome the dildo.
Your legs are shaking, pussy soaking your thighs and panties.
“That’s it, hon. Take that cock down your little throat. Cry over it,” Asmo laughs as your tears roll down your cheeks but you want more. You slip your hand under your panties, rubbing your clit as you choke on silicone.
Asmo takes pity on you as he moves behind you. He uses his teeth to take your panties off, dragging them down your pretty legs.
His tongue meets your core, teasing your clit just enough to make you tremble. You gasp when he begins to eat you out. His tongue doing things to make you jolt in response. It's so easy to lose yourself when Asmo eats you out, nails digging into the bedspread.
You fuck yourself on Asmo’s tongue, begging for more with your body. Asmo rewards you, his tongue makes your eyes roll to the back of your head as you take the dildo down your throat.
You pull off the silicone cock long enough to beg Asmo to fuck you. His fingers fill you first, fucking you before his cock slips inside.
“Asmo!” you whine as you press your ass against him, allowing him to slide deeper. Your mouth widens as you take the dildo in your mouth and Asmo in your cunt.
Asmo grabs your hips tightly, fucking into you again and again. You look at your fucked out expression in the mirror, tears rolling down your cheeks as pleasure overwhelms every cell in your body.
“Such a pretty girl,” Asmo coos with a smirk. His hand grabs your hair, tugging on it as you pull off the dildo. Your throat aches, your tears sting your cheeks, and Asmo’s cock hits all the right places.
“Asmo,” you gasp as he wraps his pretty hand around your throat. He doesn’t squeeze but he keeps it there.
“My pretty little doll. Stuffed in two holes and it’s still not enough, huh?” Asmo chuckles when you nod, sticking your tongue out to lick the head of the dildo before you’re sucking it again. With a shake of his head, Asmo fucks you harder, deeper. He listens to the lewd sounds that escape you, muffled by the thickness of the dildo.
“So good for me, hon. Just a little slut for cock, whether real or not,” Asmo giggles as he releases your throat to rub your clit. Your body trembles, spit running down your chin as you tighten around Asmo’s length. He groans, cursing as you cum.
“Fuck, yes!” His eyes sparkle as he looks down to where your bodies connect. Your lingerie is ruined, but he doesn’t care as he watches you cream his fucking cock. He groans gutturally, his own orgasm sneaking up on him.
Your name rolls off his tongue in a heady cry as he fucks you through his orgasm. You release the dildo, moaning Asmo’s name repeatedly as he stuffs you full of his cum.
When you both catch your breath, you giggle when you lock eyes.
A fic in which doing MC’s hair turns into something intimate for Asmo.
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Tags: fluff, asmo doing readers hair, kissing, not beta'd, not edited, gender neutral reader, asmodeus/asmo x reader/mc, obey me!/obm/om, asmodeus/asmo
Word Count: 742
A/N: Written on: May 16, 2021
I! Just! Wanted some cute Asmo especially since I just keep having only angst ideas for him, the poor boy I promise I love him lmao; short but sweet!
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“Ow!”
“If you sat still darling, it wouldn’t hurt.” Asmodeus leaned forward close to their ear, the mixture of his smile and his breath tickled their skin. “Would you like me to kiss you better?”
“Don’t you mean kiss IT better?”
“I know what I said.”
Asmo fixed his posture, his delicate hands deftly working, weaving, one bundle of hair over the other into a tight, intricate design. He hummed to himself, a smile on his face, while he ignored their outbursts every now and again that he had pulled their hair a bit too much. It was a calming action, sitting in (mostly) silence with them sitting between his legs; they spent their time scrolling through their D.D.D., stopping now and again to show Asmo some post on Devilgram that caused him to rant and rave about whatever the picture was of.
It was fun to play with MC, dressing them up as though they were his own personal doll—but this was different, this was something much more... intimate, than that. It was easy being with them, no need to push to be center of attention because MC’s eyes were always only on him. In his room, in relative peacefulness, he can rest easy knowing their energy, time, and anything in between were all for him; their smiles, their touches, all of it was his and it made him feel as though he were the only one in the world. He wanted to be the only one in their world.
“Asmo, stop—ow!”
“I warned you to quit moving!”
Their hair was so fun to play with; it was calming, really. The pattern of the movements he had to make to braid along with the fun of running his fingers through their hair made him feel like he could close his eyes and do it all day long. One strand here, another there, a quick tie off then he gets to go in for another few strands—the mundane actions that normally would frustrate him brought him a lot of joy so long as they were involved.
He looked over their shoulder at their phone once more, seeing a text from one of his brothers, asking MC for their time. He pouted, hoping to keep them around for the rest of the night. He tugged a bit on their hair again.
“Okay-- ouch! Asmo!” they waved his hands away from their hair, leaning their head back so that they could look up at him. “No more, we’re done for the night.”
“Aw, but my love--”
“Nope. You’re going to yank my hair out at this rate. We can call it a night—Satan wants to watch this show--”
Asmo jutted his bottom lip out, gently holding the sides of MC’s face before they moved to leave. Looking down at them, upside down, it was hard to read their face but Asmo didn’t mind. He wanted them to stay and that’s what mattered to him. A soft kiss to the tip of their nose, one to their forehead, and a few to their eyelids that fluttered shut as he leaned in; his voice came out like honey, the hushed tone tickling their face.
“Can’t Satan record it? I was really hoping that you’d stay.”
“Well--”
A few more kisses to their face; the apples of their cheeks, underneath their eyes, barely ghosting their lips. He pulled back a bit to look into their eyes, his face screamed pleading more than it did pout anymore.
“Please?”
They looked lovestruck; he could feel the heat in their face, their half-lidded eyes drunk with love that screamed ‘kiss me’ focused only on his lips, their teeth just slightly tugging on their own bottom lip. The very look caused Asmo’s heart to race, his pulse growing rapid—he was sure MC would feel it as their hands wrapped around his wrists. The smile on his face grew devilish as they gave a slow, slight, drunken nod.
“Yeah... okay. I’ll stay.”
He smirked against their lips, his hands now moving down a bit to ghost over their neck, feeling them shiver a bit as they let themselves relax completely in his lap. He kissed them gently—to tease—and let his fingertips dance just underneath the edge of their shirt. Asmo giggled before kissing them over and over again, speaking softly in between.
“Oh good--I can show you just how meticulous my hands can be.”
Mc : We should get you to a doctor for a check up immediately. What if it happens again, and there isn’t anyone around to help you? What if it’s congenital? Oh my God! Was it me? Did I hurt you?
Asmo : …You realize any other person that made their partner pass out on bed would simply feel really proud of themselves, right?
