#om asmo x reader

[youaskedfurret]

Making a new post bc I really want to find this fic: does anyone have that obey me x reader where they accidentally hurt the reader. It had Diavolo and Asmo in it and Asmo accidentally scratches the readers face. I think Asmo and reader were at a club and the reader wanted to go home and he didn't. Please 🙏

[paradisoperdita]

I realised while writing about this that I'm quite contrarian. You give me a nice fluffy, funny idea and I just have to make it a teeny bit angsty. It is fluffy and silly, but I just wanted to explore something deeper about the reality of living as the Avatar of Lust. It does have a happy ending though! Enjoy 💜

Genre: Fluff and some angst

Pairing: Asmo X gn!mc

AN: in order to make this as clear as I can, Asmo will always be referred to by he/him even while in the gender neutral MC’s body. The MC will always be referred to as you/they, even while in Asmo’s body. I've tried to keep it as inclusive as possible, but please let me know if there are any errors.

Asmo and MC Swap Bodies

You’d been making wishes for the last hour, but none of them had come true. Asmo had gifted you a wishing ring. It was made with a fragment of a shooting star and was said to possess a magic powerful enough to grant a single wish. Although, by this point the two of you believed it was nothing but rumour. Asmodeus cupped your face to pepper it with petal-like kisses, and somewhere in the midst of your hushed affectionate murmurings, the room flooded with a blinding light.

Lucifer placed the last hex on the bathroom door with an air of finality. Nobody was permitted to use the bath without consulting him first.

“This ain’t fair, Lucifer! You can’t just barricade the bathrooms, what if we gotta use ‘em?! If you’ve gotta do it, just lock up Asmo’s!” Mammon yelled. Lucifer turned on him.

“When these two,” he gestured to you and Asmo, both currently inside the other’s body “have returned to normal, then I will allow you to use them as you please. As it stands, for the dignity of both parties, the bathroom is currently out of bounds.”

“It’s not as though I can only get naked in the bathroom, Lucifer.” Asmo teased in your voice. He pulled at the collar of your body’s shirt and peeked down at your chest.

You grabbed his hand and yanked it from the shirt. You held back as you remembered that Asmo’s body was far stronger than yours. There was a devilish glint in his eyes as a new thought dawned on him.

“STAY!!” Asmo commanded. Your knee buckled underneath you and an invisible hand pushed you to the ground. Your head bowed as the crushing weight of a great chain hung from your neck, wrists and ankles. A quick glance around and you saw that all of the other brothers were bowed in an identical fashion. Pacts were powerful magic, but you had no idea that this is how it felt to be the one under control. Maybe you’ll be more careful about how you use it in future.

You felt Asmo move towards you long before you saw your shoes approach. He caressed your cheek and the weight around your throat relented. Looking up, you saw your face twisted into a teasing smile; an expression of Asmo’s you recognised, but it appeared strange when translated onto your features. The hand was warm and it soothed the chill that had seized your body. Instinctively, your body leaned into his touch as he gently tipped up your chin with one hand, and stroked your hair with the other. Asmo knew exactly where to focus his ministrations; your body began to flare up with what you assumed to be lust. This was the most comfortable you had felt since being in Asmo’s body and you craved more.

“Seeing you kneeling like this with my face, honey, is giving me so many ideas. Oh, the fun we could have.” He giggled mischievously.

“Asmodeus.” Lucifer growled. Asmo froze. Lucifer only used his full name when he was truly angry. “Do remember that you will return to your body, and that a demon’s body is capable of enduring far more severe tortures than a human body can. Never invoke our pacts again, understood?”

Asmo nodded sheepishly and released his brothers from his command. You got to your feet and massaged the tension from your muscles. It had never occurred to you before, but now it was glaringly obvious. None of the demon brothers, not even Lucifer, looked you in the eye. Did they always avoid eye-contact with Asmo? Did they truly believe he would charm them so readily? It was starting to unsettle you. To never be looked at properly...it was heart-breaking.

That wasn’t the only thing that had been bothering you. With all 6 brothers gathered in one place, the air was thick with the intoxicating aroma of their collective desires. Even being close to Mammon or Levi was enough to make you choke. Each scent was as distinctive as lemon from manure. The room was filled with a stomach-churning miasma of lust. From the depths of your unconscious, a voice that was not quite yours continued its relentless commentary.

‘Leviathan wants the same keychain as Sucre Frenzy...Satan aspires to get 100% on his Seductive Speechcraft exam...Beelzebub craves a Gargantuan Devilburger...Belphegor just wants to feel awake...Lucifer wants to be with his ‘master’ again...Mammon wants– , Mammon wants– , Mammon wants–...’

The only person you couldn’t sense any desire from was Asmodeus, or rather, Asmo in your body. It had quickly become a habit for you to stand close to him. Asmo had called you a breath of fresh air many times, but only now did you understand his true meaning. He was your oxygen, and without him you felt like you would suffocate.

The walls of the House of Lamentation had never heard so many infernal curses in their whole existence. From cases of mistaken identity to the desperate banging on the warded bathroom door. It was a perfectly reasonable countermeasure, Lucifer told himself as he was shaken awake at 3 o’clock in the morning by a panicked Beel. He was sure he had eaten some icing made by Solomon earlier that day, and it was raising hell in his lower bowels.

Solomon found the whole ordeal hilarious when you explained it to him the following morning.

“It’s quite simple really. To reverse the effect of the wish, your wishes need to be granted.” Solomon said after he caught his breath. There was a cruelty to his laugh that you hadn’t noticed before. You now experienced a side of him that only Asmo knew.

To stand before Solomon was akin to looking a wolf in the eye. Behind his canine smile was a magic that enticed you, and a power that subdued you. Crackles of magic innocuously spit from his fingertips. From the core of your being, you felt the links that he had forged between you.

“But how can we grant our wishes when we don’t know what we wished for?”

Solomon shrugged with a coy smirk. “I imagine you’ll figure it out. You’re much better at solving these sorts of problems than I am.”

When you told Asmo about Solomon’s solution, you were met with frustration and confusion. Together, you made a plan to fulfil all the potential wishes in the hopes that one of them would break the spell.

Leviathan sat between you and Asmo. It took a while for him to get used to seeing a controller in Asmodeus’s hands, even if you were the one controlling them. This was a game you had been dying to play for the longest time. Perhaps this would make your wish come true?

Asmo sat mindlessly scrolling through his DDD. He listened in on the excitable conversation between you and Levi. He understood none of it, but it delighted him to see his older brother so carefree. As Levi settled in his seat, he began to lean against Asmo. Or rather, he leaned comfortably against your body thinking it was you. Asmo daren’t move. He ventured to wrap an arm around him, carefully holding him in place. Levi had never cuddled up to Asmo like this before. After a few moments of pleasant quietude, Asmo snapped a photo of him.

Levi crashed back to reality and leapt out of his seat. “A-Asmo! Why didn’t you say anything?! I thought you were–..!”

“Aw, I’m sorry. You just looked so sweet all snuggled up like that, Levi dear! You know you can ask me for a cuddle any time!” There was a melancholy lilt to his voice, even as he affectionately teased the blushing otaku.

He kicked Asmo out after that, so you followed him to his room. You sat on his bed as Asmo dashed away to his wardrobe insistent on modelling some new outfits together. A tuft of blonde hair and green eyes soundlessly peeped around the door. Upon seeing you alone, Satan snuck into Asmo’s room.

“Cor meum conturbátum est. Opus aliquis ad te loqui.” Satan muttered as he approached you. You tilted your head, not understanding what he had said to you.

Satan blinked in recognition. “Ah, sorry, you aren’t Asmo. Where is he?”

“In the walk-in wardrobe. He said he was looking for some clothes for us to try on together.”

Satan sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’ll keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn’t get ‘distracted’” he groaned as he began his hunt for his lustful brother.

It had been about a week since you had been living in Asmo’s body. You had learnt far more about the Avatar of Lust in this week than you had in all the time you had known him. He was so indescribably precious to you, and your love for him felt as boundless as eternity itself. In spite of the chaos, simply being by Asmo’s side had made the situation bearable. He was your lighthouse that guided you to safety.

Asmo had been rather quiet as he sat on the edge of his bed. You two had been sharing a room since the incident. His eyes were closed, his breaths deep and relaxed, and his hand rested above his heart. Whatever he was thinking about, it occupied the whole of his being.

“Is this what you feel when you say you love me?” his voice broke through the sound of silence. “This warmth in your chest...a fullness of feeling that fills your body...the lightness in your limbs. Is that what you feel when you love me?”

You smiled thoughtfully.

“It is.”

Asmo chuckled breathlessly. “I think I know what we wished for.” You tilted your head, eager for him to continue. “That night I wished for you to see yourself how I see you. You wished that I could know how deeply you love me.”

That was it! Your heart’s desire had rung true and the ring had granted your wishes. You threw your arms around Asmo and kissed his cheek.

The room flooded with a bright light. When you opened your eyes again, you saw the body of Asmodeus before you. The spell was lifted.

“My dearest heart,” Asmo hummed as he led you into his bed. His lips already working their way down your neck. “One more night sharing a room shouldn’t hurt. Besides, I’m eager to try out some of my exciting new discoveries.”