Obey Me! x Reader

🎄 AsmoSol x Reader

(Polyam AsmoSol! Gender neutral reader! Drug Use Warning!)

The Christmas party is in full swing, red and green lights blazing, carefully selected festive music and party mixes blaring throughout The Fall's dance floors. At first, they weren't too overwhelming, but now I'm having second judgements.

I take a sip of my eggnog(/drink), watching Asmo and Solomon grind eagerly within our ring of couches. A demon I don't know had joined in, but it was fun to watch all the same. It's hard to focus, with the lights and sounds and the feeling in my head.

I'd thought the drink was non-alcoholic, but I seem to have been mistaken.

Asmo soaks in the attention, his revealing outfit complementing both mine and Solomon's-- though it had taken ages, and Asmo and I's continued begging, to convince Solomon to wear something festive.

As it is, his usual black robes and pants are replaced with.... Black robes and pants. White fur trim and pink jingle bells break up his dark attire, and a black santa hat is perched on his snow-white head-- how much time THAT took to convince him of--

Asmo's eyes meet mine in a smolder and I almost choke on the cookie I'm eating; I know deep down that he can't charm me, but I can't bring myself to pull my gaze away from his.

But oh, I do.

Down, down to his skimpy white and shimmery top, and the skirt that makes me think he's lucky the Devildom isn't cold tonight. He's wearing such beautiful lashes, that fade from black to white, like they're tipped with snow, and his sparkling makeup-- highlight, right? Is that the word-- draws attention to his cheeks. A pink belt loops through his skirt, pink laces tie his shoes, and his black stockings help tie our outfits together.

I finish the cookie as Asmo steps closer, leaving our boyfriend to the other dancing demon.

His hand slides up my pink attire-- he picked it out, insisted that I wear his colour, and there's no denying him-- up my knee, up my body until his fingers find my chin. "Come dance with us? You've been eyeing us for a while now; I must say, I do enjoy your watching, but I'd prefer your participation," his voice purrs. "At least for dancing tonight, darling~"

Why is it so hard to respond? I lift my hand, the dead weight barely responding to my call. It's so warm in here.

I can't bring myself to care too much about much else, but seeing the frown on Asmo's face tugs at my heart.

Solomon appears shortly after, and wow is he breathtaking. The smell of Asmo's perfume and Solomon's cologne is so... This couch is soft. Too warm where my hands are, so I move them. Nice, cold. I'm too focused on the couch to notice their voices, but then suddenly that's all I can focus on. Not words, no, that's too hard to comprehend. Just how pretty their voices are when they talk, even if they're worried.

Why are they worried?

Both of my hands are on the couch, right? What happened to my drink?

"How many cookies did you eat, hun?" Asmo is sitting beside me, when did that happen?

How many cookies did I eat?

"That's what I asked, how many?"

Did I say that out loud? I'd thought I was talking to myself, but Asmo answers in his worried voice. Such a pretty voice. Like a wind chime.

"Lucifer is going to kill us," someone mumbles. It's hard to decide who, but their voices are so different, so it shouldn't be.

"Luciferrrr?"

"Yes, thank you for rubbing it in, Y/n."

That was definitely Solomon. I think.

When did we get to a bedroom? Who's bedroom?

"Solomon's."

I didn't think of asked out loud. What's going on?

No one answers.

--- ---

My head hurts.

That's the only thing I know for a fact when I wake up. The room is far too bright. A second thought, thank Kris Kringle.

I hear hushed voices, and reach out to pat the bed beside me. Someone sits me up, and I finally open my eyes.

"Good morning, sunshine," Solomon smiles, keeping his voice down.

"What happened?" My voice is croaky, and Sol hands me a glass of water.

"Well, apparently a couple of the cookies you ate were," he pauses, whether for the drama or for preparing his next words, "edibles."

"Edibles?"

"Not just any edibles, they were rather potent devildom edibles. Luckily, they aren't dangerous to humans, no more than mild human world drugs."

"Thank goodness for that," Asmo clutches his chest, his voice at too high an octave to be comfortable through my head. "I was so worried!"

"M'sorry," I take another drink of water, swallowing the pills Sol gives me for my headache.

"Not your fault," Sol winks. "Asmo went back out to dance anyway."

"Yes, saying that my partner wasn't feeling well is an excellent icebreaker. I was worried!" Asmo's voice raises, and I suppress a cringe. "But once I knew you were ok, I had to get back to the never-ending work of an influencer."

I nod, regretting it immediately. "I'm glad you still had fun, Asmo."

"I did too," a smirk Solomon chills me. "You were drooling a river, so I sent a picture to the group chat."

....

"Which group chat?"

"The exchange program chat."

I narrow my eyes, gauging his seriousness. "I'm going to kick your jingle bells, Sol."

"Good luck, cookie monster."