Obey Me X Reader Oneshots

Asmo x Reader

I stood square in the center of my full-length mirror. My eyes traced my figure, jumping from detail to detail. My outfit was gorgeous; Asmo had outdone himself this time. I walked to his room as he'd told me to and knocked on his door.

"Oh, come in!~" A familiar singsong voice called from behind the door. I opened the door and he spun around, holding a brush and eyeshadow in each hand respectively. Asmo was wearing a well-fitted tuxedo that flared near the bottom. He held a fake rose in his pocket, and a nice pastel pink complemented the black and white that otherwise made up the outfit. He eyed me up and down and exclaimed, "You look so cute, [Y/N]!" He set his makeup down and rushed over to grab my hands and spin me around, getting a good look at me.

"It's only because you chose such a great outfit for me," I chuckled, looking at the floor.

"Of course I did, honey," He gently pushed my chin up to look at him, speaking in a whisper, "But it'd look better on my floor." I felt my breath hitch and my face flush, before lightly pushing him away and laughing.

"Y-you can't just say stuff like that!" I hid my face with my hands. He hummed with amusement at my reaction.

"It's fun, though.~ Anyways, c' mere! Sit! Sit!" His arms motion towards the maroon cushion with gold detailing in front of his matching gold vanity. ((I apologize if you are not comfortable wearing makeup, please, ignore this part if you'd like)) I comply, excited to see what Asmo would do. It was far from the first time he'd done my makeup, but each time was intriguing nonetheless. He brought over a finely detailed chair and sat down, crossing his legs and studying both my face and outfit until a light seemed to go off in his head.

Over the next half hour, Asmo did my makeup with a master's hand. Each brush stroke had a purpose, each subtle change in color bringing out another. He knew how much makeup I was comfortable with and made sure not to cross that limit. We conversed a bit, but most of the time he was far too invested to hold a proper conversation. He's so cute like this. His expression was focused, eyes jumping around my face, looking for what else to do. The end of his brush was tapping his lips and his head was tilted adorably. He pulled away looking satisfied with his work.

"Okay, okay! I think I'm finished- take a look!" He got up and moved me to look at the mirror as he bent over bringing his face next to mine. I stared at the image in the mirror, hardly able to accept that that face was my own. Now more excited than ever to go, I got up and embraced Asmo.

"What time does the gala start?" I pulled away but kept my hands on his shoulders.

"Excited, are we? Does that mean I did a good job?" I nodded my head and beamed. Asmodeus brought his head by my ear and whispered, "You know, if you keep being that enthusiastic, I don't think I'll be able to contain myself, [Y/N]."

"S-sorry," was the only thing I was able to say, much less comprehend. Asmodeus chuckled and pulled away, getting a good look at my flushed face.

"Ah, you're precious. Come on now, we don't want to be late" He gently locked our arms and we began our walk to Diavolo's mansion. The journey there was calm. We spoke a bit, but I spent most of my time admiring the beautiful scenery of the Devildom. You'd never be able to find blue trees in the Human Realm.

Once we arrived we were greeted with the familiar warm smile of Diavolo himself.

"It's good to see you two!" He stretched out his arms and beckoned us inside, "Come, come! The night has just begun." We thanked him and walked inside. I looked around at the immaculate carvings all around the hall. I'd been here before of course, but I could never get used to something so beautiful. Before I could gawk for too long, however, a voice called my name.