Obey Me! Shall We Date Oneshots

Lovesick

TW: Manipulation, drugging, themes of non-con, non-graphic Sexual content, abuse, gaslighting, and general "Yandere" themes
Perspective: Satan, third person & Asmodeus, third person

This was originally a drabble I wrote a while back based off a video my tiktok mutual @solomonspissbucket made about what a "Yandere" Asmo might be like (just explaining so no one thinks I'm stealing if you recognise the first part)

MC is gender neutral here

Satan furiously read through one of his many spellbooks, desperate to find an answer as to why MC had changed so drastically so suddenly. Why they were so enthralled by his brother. He knew they were immune to Asmodeus' power, why does it seem to be working now? Unfortunately, not many humans were immune, so the information he could find was few and far between. Then, he read it.
"Overdose of love potions on those who are usually immune to a demon's seduction will make them fall madly in love."
Deep inside, Satan had known. Their symptoms were obvious of love magic, but he didn't want to believe his brother was so far gone to have done something like that.
He knew what he had to do. He rushed to the human's room, praying that it was one of those rare moments they were alone. His prayers were answered.
"Satan..?" the human looked fearful of the demon. He didn't speak. He just moved towards them with an arm outstretched. They moved away.
"Let me touch you. I promise this is for your own good." He spoke forcefully but kindly. He grabbed the human's hand an immediately started to channel a dispelling command. If he could stop the magic for just a moment he could speak to the real them. The human's eyes went hazy for a second before clearing up completely. They looked at Satan with terror of a different kind.
"Help me. I don't want this."

"What's going on here?" Asmo asked as he entered the room. Satan turned, not letting go of the human's hand.
"Asmodeus-" Satan started calmly.
"Let go of them!" Asmo yelled. He ran up and pulled MC into his arms. As Satan lost grip on them, the disspelling command faded, leaving the human back in their previously dazed state.
"Asmo..." They shiver, clearly scared.
"Shh... it's okay, darling... I won't let anyone else lay a hand on you ever again." Asmo pat their head.
"Why are they so skittish?" Satan asked. Asmo glared daggers at him.
"Obviously because YOU scared them!" He claimed. "Now get out!" He yelled. Not knowing how to continue, Satan did so. He went back to his room and tried to make a plan to go forward, to save MC.

To make his plan work, Satan needed multiple things to work out in his favor. He took a deep breath and pressed the 'call' button on Solomon's contact in his phone. After one ring, he picked up.
"Hello?" the human answered.
"Hello. This is Satan, obviously. Do you by chance... know what's wrong with MC?" Satan heard a sigh from the other side of the line.
"Yes, I do. Asmodeus tricked me into making love potions for him. Judging by their actions, he must have drugged them with all of it. I'm surprised they're not dead from the amount I made for him." He responded. The demon closed his eyes. He was lucky the one who created the potions was someone he was in good terms with, but hearing how Solomon was tricked made him realize even more how far gone his brother had become. "I feel absolutely terrible about it. But, judging by your call, you've found a way to fix this?"
"Yes. At least, I believe so. I need your help, though."

The intranced human sat in the demon of lust's lap. They gazed in each other's eyes, completely infatuated with another. One naturally, one magically.
"Don't leave my side again. I don't wanna be alone. Satan could've hurt me." the drugged human said. Asmo hummed.
"Don't worry, my dear. I thought it'd be okay to leave for a minute but I guess I can't ever leave you alone. That's fine, though. Why would I ever want to leave you?" He cupped their cheek and kissed them. Whenever he kissed MC, he always felt an unbridled need for more. He never went farther then what MC wanted, but being drugged with love magic they almost always wanted the same thing. He kissed down their bruised neck, covered in hickeys from their lovemaking. He often felt the urge to mark them as his own. They gasped as he sucked on an old sensitive spot. He loved the beautiful sounds they made. He loved everything about them.
"Asmo..." they moaned as he ran a hand up their body. The things he thought when they moaned were darker than the usual sexual thoughts. He often dreamed of locking them up and being the only person they could ever see. Of gagging and blindfolding them and forcing them to orgasm again and again until they could only think about the pleasure he could make them feel. He thought about making them bleed for looking at his brothers. He thought about torturing them and making them beg not to die. His mind went to terrible dark places for this human. Things worthy of the title 'demonic'.

"Asmo..?" MC speaks, but differently than their usual cadence under the spell. The demon could tell, they were more vital in this moment, more aware. He stops his current actions, genuinely concerned for their safety.
"Yes, dear?" He cupped their cheek and looked into their eyes. He could tell, the spell was fading.
"What... What's happening?" they asked, afraid.
"Shh... it's okay, love. Just look me in the eyes." He channelled his charming power. While this had never happened before, he hoped he could re-spark the magic with his own powers. MC furrowed their brow and pushed Asmo away, standing up.
"No, answer me! What have you been doing to me?!" They yell, now completely lucid. Asmo stands aswell.
"Please calm down, honey." He raises his hands to his chest, palms out.
"I'm not your 'honey' and I won't 'calm down'! What the fuck did you do to me?!" they scream. Tears start to form in their eyes. "I haven't been able to think for myself. My mind wasn't working right. Do you know how much torture that is?" They step back. "I don't know how I got my brain back, but thank god it happened."
"Don't go thanking god for something he didn't do." A voice says from behind MC. Satan proudly enters the room, followed by Solomon.
"Asmo, stay." Solomon commands. Asmo looks down at his frozen frame in frustration. "Sorry, but I had to keep you from instantly attacking us. Care to explain to your captive just what you did to them?"
"Attacking you? Captive? I don't know what you're talking about!" Asmo lies, giving a near-perfect performance. But Solomon was too aware now, he wouldn't be tricked again.
"Drop the lies, Asmo. We know what you've done." Satan says. MC turns to him.
"Please just tell me" they half-whisper. Satan nods.
"Asmodeus tricked Solomon into producing a large amount of a strong love potion and drugged you with it. The only reason you're not affected by it right now is because we worked together to channel enough magic to undo the spell" he explains. Asmo grunts as he tries to free himself from Solomon's current command.
"Don't believe him! He just wants to hurt you! We love each other, honestly and truely! He's using some kind of magic to change your emotions!" he yells, tears in his eyes. Asmodeus: master manipulator. MC looks back at him, trying to figure out what the truth is.
"My... My mind... It feels like my mind hasn't worked right in a long time..." They look at Solomon and Satan, then back to Asmo. "I don't believe you. You say we love each other, but I just fear you" their voice cracks. They walk to join their two saviors. Asmo looks heartbroken.
"I'm sorry." Satan says to his brother. "Part of me still wants to believe you, but I know better." He sighs. "We're going to explain the situation to Lucifer and he'll decide what happens to you but... I doubt you'll be given any mercy for this." Satan reaches for MC's hand and they accept it. "Let's go."
"Goodbye." Solomon stops holding Asmo in place. The group exits, leaving only Asmodeus. He doesn't chase after them, he doesn't cry or get angry, he just stands there. Everything in his body and heart wanted to get MC back and kill anyone who stands in his way, but something stopped him. It wasn't something magical that stopped him, it was himself. The tiny bit of conscience he had left was stopping him from hurting the person he loved any more.