Obey Me! Characters x Male! Reader • 1 | Closed! |

💗 Short-Sighted 💗

Context: Asmodeus is confused. No matter how hard he's tried to flirt with you, you just don't react. What's going on?! Is there something wrong with him?! Why won't you react to his flirting??

Request made by: morginite

In this particular chapter: Reader is extremely short-sighted, meaning he cannot see very well from a distance.

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Asmodeus's lips formed an uncharacteristic pout as he stared at himself in his small, hand mirror that Solomon had gifted to him. He couldn't fathom as to why (M|n) didn't react to his flirting. Was he not clear enough that he liked him? Surely not! Or maybe there was something wrong with his face?. . . This was the first time ever in his entire life that a person didn't react to his flirting. . .

"Why are you frowning so hard, Asmodeus?" Satan queried, snapping Asmo out of his thoughts. The demon was sitting on a sofa in the common room. Mammon sat beside him, on Akuzon, whilst Satan had just entered with a book.

Asmo sighed loudly. He glared at Mammon when he started snickering.

"It's coz (M|n) doesn't react when he tries flirtin' with him." Asmodeus smacked Mammon round the back of the head, making the white-haired demon wince.

"Oi! Ya didn't need to hit me. . ." He grumbled as he rubbed the poor spot that had been hit.

Asmodeus crossed his arms over his chest, shutting his small mirror. "This is not a laughing matter! This is absolutely serious. There must be something wrong with me if he doesn't even bat an eyelid at my appearance. . ." Asmodeus mumbled, his voice trembling.

Never once in his life, had he ever doubted his looks. He'd snared so many partners with just a flash of his beautiful, light-orange orbs. It had grown apparent that (M|n) was not like the others, and wouldn't be caught so easily. . .

"Maybe he doesn't react to your charms because he's a human. . . Since your flirting doesn't seem to work, why don't you try to be more direct? I've got some tickets to a festival in the Devildom which is Japanese-themed. Unfortunately, I can't go since I have somewhere to be that day. How about you take them?" Asmodeus gasped and jumped up from the sofa.

"Satan, are you being serious, I can have these?!" Satan nodded his head, but then let out a grunt as Asmodeus drew him into a tight, breath-restricting hug.

"I love you, Satan! I could just kiss you ~" Asmodeus cooed. Satan pushed Asmo's face away with a shake of his head.

"No thanks."

"Awh. . ." Asmo pulled away and took the tickets from Satan's hand. He ran out of the room in a hurry.

💗 Satan's POV 💗

Though Satan didn't show the emotions on his face, he was feeling quite disheartened. He had originally bought the tickets for (M|n) and himself. . . He was glad that at least they were being put to good use.

"Oi, Satan. How about we make a bet?" Satan quirked a brow.

"That's sounds suspicious, what kind of bet exactly?" Mammon sauntered over and held out a hand.

"I bet ya that Asmodeus will fail at wooin' (M|n) at that festival. If I'm right, ya have to buy me something I want off of Akuzon!" Mammon's eyes shone with determination as he waited for Satan to decide whether or not he wanted to take the bet. Satan didn't need to take long to think about his answer.