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

💗 Crush 💗

Context: You've been avoiding Asmodeus for quite some time. Why?. . . Well that's for you to figure out.

Request made by: -guess_monster-

Caution: Contains mentions of harassment, but nothing too serious.

In this particular chapter: MC is a femboy .

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(M|n) was lost in thought as he wandered around aimlessly through the hallways. He didn't know what to do with himself. Lately, he'd been avoiding Asmo.

Before he started doing that, (M|n) spent the majority of his time with the male. There was a specific reason he'd recently started to avoid Asmodeus.

His cheeks slowly began to flush as he pondered about his feelings for the Avatar of Lust. He bit down onto his lower lip hard. He shook his head madly.

He didn't want to think about Asmodeus or his head would become all muddled and his heart would throb needlessly.

(M|n)'s face held a conflicted expression as he made his way. What else could he do? (M|n) had already been through his entire wardrobe and tried on each and every outfit he had until he found a favourite, which had ended up being a pair of blue denim butt shorts and a beautiful pink lower-cut jumper with images of strawberries strewn across the front.

He had done his makeup numerous times now until he was finally satisfied with it.

He'd also tried relaxing in a rose bath, but instead he ended up feeling the entire opposite of relaxed because any type of rose just reminded him of Asmodeus.

He grunted softly in frustration. The male was so consumed with these thoughts of his that he didn't see the demon a few metres ahead of him. He was brought back to reality when he slammed hard into a muscular back.

(M|n) let out a gasp of surprise and stumbled back, holding his poor nose.

"(M|n)? I'm sorry, I didn't notice you were coming up from behind." Beel apologised as he turned to look at the other.

"Are you okay? Are you injured?" Beelzebub asked with a little bit of concern that was conveyed in his tone of voice. (M|n) smiled wryly. He still possessed the face of conflict and annoyance.

"I'm perfectly fine. I wasn't injured too bad." (M|n) grinned widely, trying to ease Beel's worries. He observed the prange-haired demon. He held a small hand towel and wore sportswear.

(M|n) tilted his head. "Where are you off to?" He asked.

"I'm going to work out for a bit. . . Actually, I was wondering if you could help me out? It would be good for me if you sat on my back whilst I do pushups." Beel suggested.

(M|n) thought about the offer. He didn't really feel like it. He just wanted to sit in the garden. . .

"I'm okay, I don't feel like it. . . Beel?!" Before (M|n) could finish his sentence, the strong demon effortlessly tossed him onto his shoulder. Once the other was secure, Beelzebub made his way to the gym.

"Beel, lemme go!" (M|n) protested and squirmed but Beel acted like he didn't even hear him.

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They arrived at the gym with no time to spare. (M|n) had given up struggling because Beel didn't budge from his decision to bring him to the gym.

Beel got in position and waited for (M|n) to seat himself cross-legged on his back. (M|n) was sulking, his arms crossed upon his chest whilst a pout played out on his lips.