#OM NB

[alexxncl]

‼️NIGHTBRINGER BIRTHDAY CALL SPOILERS‼️

masterlist | dateables/side characters chats & calls | brothers' chats & calls

mams being the first to call every year and sol being the last...two sides of the same white-haired coin

when you think about it, and i swear i mean this in the nicest way possible, he really is just a sad old man. like he's been live for long enough to have the life sucked out of him, even to the point that those around him barely see him as human anymore

mc's mere existence is helping remind solomon of his humanity, why being alive and loving about people and letting people love and care about you are such integral parts to the human experience

idk i just think it's really sweet that mc brings out the best and worst in solomon simply bc he can use them and their presence in his life to remember than living forever isn't so bad after all

[obsidianjukebox]

Hero's Herbal Tea is DONE

(not too proud of the textures on this one, might revisit at some point)

[obeymetournaments]

AND THE WORST OUTFIT IN ALL OF OBEY ME IS....

this thing!!!!

man! like really what is this hot mess. i could stare at this for hours and i still wouldnt be able to make much sense of it.

but overall!! thank you all SO much for indulging me in this silly little tournament. while it did take a bit of time, we finally got our answer. the ugliest outfit in obey me. and god is it awful!!!

[authormars]

Hear me out here.

Lucifer's animal is a peacock. What if he was more peacock like.

Imagine him having a peacock tail.

Imagine him being embarrassed and hiding it most of the time because his tail is HUGE and such a pain.

Imagine when he's trying to impress someone, his tail feathers naturally unfurl be the wants to be impressive.

Imagine his little chirps when he's happy.

Imagine the little upturn of the head and smile and ruffle of his feathers when you compliment him.

PEACOCK LUCIFER AAAAAAA

[warper-in-training]

cw sui bait

[onyourowndaisymae]

don't mind me... just thinking about the demon brothers slowly dropping the rest of their roster for you as they fall head over heels...

lucifer (you are here) // mammon // levi // satan // asmo // beel // belphie -- NSFW warning below, gn!reader

lucifer, who would never say no to lord diavolo. he wasn't exactly fond of the whole "exchange program" idea, knowing the power imbalance between the three realms, but lord diavolo had his heart set on bringing humans and angels into the devildom. lucifer could only do his best to make sure things would go smoothly. the weakest member-- some human devoid of magical skills or means to defend themselves, unlike the other applicants-- would be living in the house of lamentation, where him and his brothers could make sure you at least survived the whole program. he's not exactly pleased by the whole thing (and hiding belphegor away for the whole year will certainly be taxing, both mentally and emotionally) but, whatever the prince wants...

lucifer, who doesn't trust you as far as he can throw you. he doesn't like how you're cozying up to his brothers, wrapping them around your fingers with pacts, avoiding his eyes as he watches your interactions. make no mistake. you're here on the whims of lord diavolo, but that doesn't mean he has to be nice to you. just keep your head down and you'll survive. oh-- and don't make meddling in his family's affairs a habit. he will not hesitate even a moment to get rid of you if he perceives you as a threat.

lucifer, who is quite popular. even though he makes only a minimal effort to socialize with others (he's far too busy with student council work to cultivate a large group of friends), nobles and common folk alike flock to him. this, in turn, brings forward a lot of romantic attention. it's not uncommon for at least one demon a week to confess their undying love to him-- something he politely yet firmly declines. but it's foolish to assume that a man such as him doesn't have needs or desires. lucifer oozes sex appeal with just a heated glance, and most of the time he doesn't even need to speak before the demon in his sights is crossing the room at lord diavolo's party to meet with him. he politely excuses himself from the prince's side to escort the lucky demon somewhere private. there's no romance in his touches, but there is passion, all lust and want, as he uses his teeth to yank his glove off and roughly caresses the demon's quivering sex. he's not above using spit as lubrication, it falling from his lips with husky taunts as he lines himself up with their hole, now thoroughly slick with with their juices and his saliva, pushing in carefully as to not cause any pain. his gloved hand clamps over their mouth while the exposed one reaches forward to toy with their sex. he groans when they clench around him, then buries his face in their neck as he begins to fuck them from behind into a wall, or bookshelf, or whatever's closest. he murmurs filth in their ear as he fucks them ruthlessly, their muffled cries of pleasure meeting and dying against his palm. they continue until he's satisfied, until cum dribbles out of their tight hole and forms creamy rings around the base of his cock. he pulls their underwear up with a swat against their ass and tells them not to make a mess that barbatos will have to clean later. he stalks off to find a bathroom to freshen up in-- if they're lucky, they'll hear from him again in the future.

lucifer, who can set his pride aside for you. you've wormed your way into his heart, somehow, charming him during the exchange program with a combination of persistence and genuine care. he won't admit he's smitten, for he is far too proud to bicker with his brothers for your attention. you'll have to see it yourself. notice the way he looks at you from across the room and acknowledges you with a nod, or the brush of his hand against your arm as he passes you in the hallway, or the way he'll decline a call just to hear you speak a little longer. his ballroom rendezvous cease almost instantaneously, without his notice-- the demons may try to catch his eye again, but his ruby gaze never strays from you, from watching you sway in his arms on the dancefloor. he's head over heels. fuck, he's so in love with you it hurts. nights like these peel back the layers of the avatar of pride and let the rest of the world get a glimpse at the sides of him reserved just for you. all for you.

lucifer, who loves nights like these. the two of you are intertwined in his office, you sat on his lap as he sips lazily at a mixture of demonus and gold hellfire newt syrup. his blood pumps loudly in his ears but all he can see is you. you don't give him a command to cancel the syrup's effects, but he doesn't mind-- you command him with your hands, with your eyes as you run your fingers along his body. his crawl up your side before cradling the back of your head, pulling you into a heated kiss. your body melts into his like wax under a flame, conforming to the curves and planes of his body like they were made for you, fuck, Father must have made him for you. why else would you feel so perfect in his arms? why else would he have been damned, fallen from the celestial realm for defending love between human and a supernatural being, fated to experience it himself? there's an invisible string tying the two of you together. he wears it like a badge of honor. he'd let you tie him up with it if you kept grinding your hips against his like that, tongue lapping at the skin of his throat as you mark him. he can't bring himself to care about the taunts he'll endure tomorrow. lord diavolo's curious looks and pointed questions mean nothing when he has you on top of him. he's drunk on your love, surely, demonus and syrup blended in his veins paling in comparison to the love he has for you. he'd do it all again, fall to hell, lose his life if it meant you'd moan like that as he scissors his fingers in your hole, wet with your intertwined saliva, his precum, and your slick, the juices glinting in the firelight as he pushes them in and out of you. he won't stop until you're cumming around his fingers. he'd normally toy with you longer, but he's honestly so overwhelmed by the heat of your love that he feels he might fully go insane if he's not inside you within the next minute. you align yourself over his weeping cock and ease yourself down. he moans, loudly, enough for someone nearby to hear. lucifer doesn't give a shit. your hands find his and your fingers intertwine, stabilizing you enough to begin lovingly, carefully bouncing yourself on his cock. he's been thoroughly damned, that he's sure of, but this is truly the closest thing to heaven he'll ever see again-- your love is worth a thousand angels, a million glimpses into the celestial realm. and it's all his, just as he's all yours.

taglist for this series: @the-demonus-aunt // @scienceisfornerds // @hostilemakeover // @snow-fall1 // @kachan890 // @rphantom1 // @respitable

[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

I'm very much in an "MC is a morally grey badass" kind of mood.

Let's face it, this human's lived with demons for years, they've seen some shit and just...carried on with their day.

I wanna write some drabbles on this, anyone have any suggestions?

[certifiedlucifersimp]

I still can't get over the fact that Levi sleeps like this 😂

Bonus

The fact that Lucifer doesn't put him in a normal position and just extends the cover over him

[28lemonsandlimesintheeyes]

Young Thirteen and bby Sol (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Please do not repost without asking!

[zestydriedfish]

Solomon is the kind of guy that would randomly lick your cheek or some shit when your dating him

[mylittlesecrethaven]

I Had The Best Yandere/Pervert Mammon Thought

Ok ok ok.

Y'know how Mammon has his little talk thing with crows right?

So, I was thinking about it-

Imagine this shit-

(I'm cutting it in case I go off the rails with uncomfy stuff)

He uses his crows to spy on you.

I know, nothing new, but just imagine it to an extreme.

Like-

Maybe you meet a crow, yeah? And it's super friendly, so you become friends with it.

And you show it to the brothers, and they're fine with it, and Mammon's chill with it (cause it's one of his familiars), and the bird's super nice.

And you take it with you everywhere.

And I mean everywhere.

To your room, to school, to eat, to bathe, to piss, fucking everywhere.

And you kinda think it's weird that the crow just sits there and watches you sleep.

You kinda think it's weird that it's so rude to anyone who's not one of the brothers.

(I mean, fuck, it nearly pulled someone's eye out cause they asked you something)

You kinda think it's weird that not matter how much you try to lose it for a moment, it appears right beside you.

And you kinda think it's weird that it sits in your bathroom and watches you piss with such intensity that it's actually uncomfortable.

And you swear your trash bins (in your room and bathroom) never get emptied anymore. Anything you throw in them is gone the next day.

And your clothes have been disappearing. (Though, you did find your underwear the other day, but it was stained with something)

And you're just so weirded out.

So you tell Mammon.

But he just says you're being paranoid.

And you ask him to get rid of the crow cause it's freaking you out.

So he does.

But the next thing you know-

You know have a snake doing the exact same thing.

(Cue obsessive/pervert Levi)

(I'm probably not doing another part to this. It wasn't as good as I thought it would be)

[obsidianjukebox]

yum

[obeymetournaments]

It's finally here...!

Obey Me Month!! Going from October 1 - 31 2024, i have made prompts for every single day of the month!

any sort of work can be made for this: art, fics, edits, and so much more! whatever your heart desires <3

please be sure to tag this blog and use the tag 'obey me month' if you want your piece to be reblogged!! depending how many pieces are sent my way, i may or may not start up a queue--so your piece might not be reblogged right away. however! i plan on trying to make sure i do reblog each every piece on its designated day. if for whatever reason i do not see or reblog your piece, please do not be afraid to message me! furthermore, please make sure to tag your pieces correctly! this is mainly about pieces that may be 18+ (especially x readers ^^;;), so that people can filter that out if they want to. i will be reblogging explicit pieces if they are made, but just know i'll be using the tag of ''explicit'' on those pieces so people can filter on my own page.

i'm sure many are wondering this, but you do not have to do every single prompt!! this is just all for fun of course, so do whatever prompts whenever you want! do whatever calls out the most to you and is the most fun <3

you can start creating right now of course, but just know i'll only start reblogging pieces in October! along with that, if a certain prompt isn't screaming out to you, then feel free to use the extra prompts listed below! that's what they're there for, in case you're not feeling any specific prompt <3

got more questions? please send them!! depending how many i get, i may make an FAQ for this, so that people with similar questions can find answers. if you have a question, i may also have answered it under the OM Month Questions tag!!

i absolutely cannot WAIT for october!! i hope you are all as excited as i am for this <3 and again, i hope you all have fun with this and create some beautiful pieces of art!!!!

(Written prompts under the cut) (color-coded so that it's slightly easier to read)

October 1: Lucifer October 2: Reminiscence October 3:Mammon October 4: Magic October 5: Leviathan October 6: Autumn Leaves October 7: Satan October 8: Curse October 9: Asmodeus October 10: Pumpking Carving October 11: Beelzebub October 12: Haunting October 13: Belphegor October 14: Witch October 15: Simeon

October 16: Midnight October 17: Luke October 18: Past/Future October 19: Solomon October 20: Hot Cider October 21: Barbatos October 22: Fallen Angel October 23: Thirteen October 24: Graveyard October 25: Raphael October 26: Horror Movie/Game October 27: Mephistopheles October 28: Demon Form October 29: Growth/Change October 30: Family October 31: Diavolo

ALT prompts: Witching Hour Halloween Costume Summoning Fear & Phobias Ghost

[peensysheepish]

sista, if you see a bitch with a BAD BOB that is not me!! go the other way!

[warper-in-training]

[ 1:39 am ] I feel like he's watching me – maybe he's as obsessed with me as I am with him.

[onyourowndaisymae]

seventy-two pacts

have some sol thirst (i would go feral if this were me)

content + warnings: suggestive, solomon x reader, solomon has visible pact marks and reader does too

word count: 462

"damn."

the word comes out quickly, before you can even think. you cover your mouth in embarrassment-- justified, considering you couldn't keep your reaction in-- but you can't peel your eyes away.

solomon's peeling off his shirt. in the midst of joking around and pouring some for you two to enjoy, he'd knocked the rim of one of the glasses against the bottle, spilling it all down the front of his shirt. so, to avoid soaking himself further, he immediately began to take the long sleeved garment off.

then you said it, and now he's frozen, shirt halfway off.

can you blame yourself, though? you've seen your fair share of shirtless men, as is expected when living in the chaos of the house of lamentation. but they're all smooth-skinned and flawless. some of them have a couple of scars here and there from the great celestial war. their muscles were obviously impressive in their own right. but they all missed something that solomon had-- something you're just now seeing for the first time.

swirling black lines run across his pale skin, curling around muscles, decorating the smooth planes of skin in intricate designs. from across the table, you can make out little latin characters. pact marks. a lot of them. the ornate symbols decorate the exposed part of his lower abdomen, luring you in with strange words and beautiful lines before disappearing beneath his beltline. do they-- do they follow his v-line? holy shit, you're about to start drooling--

"haha, mc, my eyes are up here!"

his charming, light laugh catches your attention. his eyes are sparkling with mirth, lips curled into a cheshire grin as he removes the rest of his shirt and bunches it in his hand.

the pact marks dance up across his broad shoulders and down his arms. they're gorgeous, arcane and mystical as they sprawl down his biceps and spill onto his forearms. you've seen his sleeves rolled up before, so you knew he had a few pact marks, but-- 72 pacts never looked so damn good.

the seven pact marks on your skin had always been a point of your own fascination. but seeing the sigils on solomon's skin made you wonder if you'd ever be covered the same way.

"i need a new shirt," he declares, smirking at you. he take a couple steps towards his room, then stops when he sees you still at the table. "c'mon."

"huh?" you feel like you've missed something.

"you think you've seen all of my pact marks? no, my dear apprentice, i have plenty more where that came from. and since you're so curious, i figured i might as well show you."

you scurry up from your spot and follow him like the obedient little apprentice you are.