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Kinktober 2022 Day 31: Sex Dice
AO3
Ship: Asmodeus/Diavolo/Mephistopheles/Solomon
Word Count: 1678
Warnings: suggestive
A/N:
HAPPY PRIDE.
IT IS DONE.
IT HAD BEEN 2 YEARS.
BUT I FINISHED.
I hope you all enjoy the last chapter! I AM FREEEEEEE. MARTHA I'M COMING HOME SWEETIE.
Comments are appreciated :3c
Mephisto wasn't necessarily interested in another Asmo night. Of course it could be a chance to get more information, maybe even enough to write a juicy paper, but Asmodeus was an open book for matters that would interest him. There wasn’t a single thing that Asmo hadn’t shared with the world. But when he heard the Devildom’s Prince would be in attendance from some overexcited babbling, well, how could he possibly refuse?
The night started off normally enough, the House of Lamentation was oddly quiet as it's only occupants seemed to consist of Asmodeus, himself, Lord Diavolo, and Solomon. Asmodeus was busy pouring demonus, assuring that no one's cup remained empty for long. A few glasses in and the Avatar of Lust started getting handsy with the other attendees. It took almost everything within Mephistopheles to withhold his horror as Asmodeus helped himself to a handful of the prince's chest. It was shameless and downright deplorable.
How a Lord of the Devildom could fling himself around so carelessly was beyond him. It was even more baffling to watch the way Diavolo laughed and curled his fingers under Asmodeus’ chin.
“Playful this evening aren’t you?”
“He’s always playful,” Solomon’s cheeks had started to turn a rather rosy shade of pink. Figures the human would fall first, even if he was the most powerful sorcerer in existence. His fingers lazily started to trace up Asmo’s spine, causing the demon to shudder, “It never fails to bring a light to my day.”
“Well it isn’t a side I have the pleasure of seeing as often.”
“Because Lucifer would kill me,” Asmodeus was pouting and looking up at Diavolo through thick lashes. It was humiliating.
So humiliating that Mephisto couldn’t suppress the scoff that escaped his lips.
“As he should! You should be able to hold yourself with more decorum,” his eyes flickered back down to his own glass. It was more than obvious that he was currently the most sober being in the room, “Throwing your body at Devildom royalty, surely the Avatar of Lust should be able to hold himself better.”
He couldn’t be too sharp with his tongue. Despite how despicable he found the entire display, he was in Asmodeus’ house, he had to tread with some caution. The last thing that Mephistopheles wanted was to make an ass of himself.
“Awww Mephi, are you feeling ignored?” Asmodeus was practically on top of him before he could react, “Don't worry, there's plenty of me to give enough attention to everyone, especially a handsome devil like you.”
With a noise that he was less than proud of leaving his mouth, Mephisto backed away from the other demon, eyes wide and at a loss for words. Diavolo's laughter only heightened his embarrassment surrounding the situation.
“There's no need to be shy Mephisto, we're all friends here,” Diavolo shifted and reached into his pocket, and pulled out a set of dice, “I believe now might be a good time for these?”
“Ooooh you brought them! Oh these are perfect.”
“Of course I did, you made them seem so enticing.”
Mephisto dared to come closer to glance at what they were so excited over. When he did realize, he almost couldn't believe his eyes. There was no way Diavolo would take interest in such a thing right? Especially not in this type of situation! It didn't make sense, it was far from appropriate behavior from royalty!
“Those are… rather provocative dice,” he said, eyes never leaving the objects in the prince's hand.
“You can just say sex dice,” Asmodeus giggled, falling back into Solomon's lap, "And these ones are rather tame. Right Solomon?”
Solomon hummed in agreement, threading his fingers through Asmodeus’ hair who trilled in delight in return.
“Ah, my apologies, I hope they aren't too boring for you two.”
“No no, that's- Solomon, behave- that's alright. I think they're perfect for tonight.”
With how the human was starting to act, Mephisto doubted any prompting was needed, and perhaps it was time for him to leave. Then again-
His eyes drifted back to Diavolo. He was so bright and brimming with laughter. That glorious smile corrupted his better judgment. Instead of leaving the room like he should, he scooted closer to the circle, curiosity and the flickers of desire licking at the back of his mind. And of course someone had to prevent glasses from tipping and spilling demonus on the floor, and it seemed he was perfect for the job.
“May I go first then?”
“Be our guest, I've made myself comfortable,”Asmodeus slid further into Solomon's lap and his eyelids lowered slightly.
Mephisto watching intently as Diavolo rolled the dice in his hand. His motions were fluid and caused Mephisto's thoughts to drift to what those hands were capable of. He was positive that among other things, they were most certainly warm.
The dice fell to the floor with a sharp crack and rolled a small distance away before stopping.
“Bite Neck?”
“Mmm, it's a nice one to start with,” Diavolo rubbed his chin in contemplation, “The only question is who to start with.”
His eyes shifted around the room and Mephisto could feel his heart thudding in his chest.
Asmodeus let out a small noise as he found himself squished between the two men.
Solomon didn't have time to react. Diavolo was already on him, “From the number of hickeys I've seen on your neck, I'd say you quite enjoy these.”
There was no time for embarrassment, Solomon's eyes flew open at the first peck to his jugular. Diavolo's hands were placed on Asmodeus’ knees and running down his thighs as he marked Solomon's neck. He was slotted firmly between the lust demon's thighs and appeared to be thoroughly enjoying himself. Solomon certainly was if his noises were anything to go by.
It was only supposed to be a bite. Nothing more. Why was he going further?
The whole lecherous scene went on for far too long in his own personal opinion, and he was all too relieved when Diavolo finally seemed happy with his work.
“Someone's haaaard,” Asmodeus sang, earning a swat to his chest.
“Shush, you go next.”
“No matter what it is I do, it's not gonna make you any less hard.”
Asmodeus didn't even bother taking time to roll the dice properly, instead he threw them in the air with a flick of his wrist. They bounced off Mephisto's calf and onto the ground. He squinted at the dice as they landed.
“What's it say Mephi?”
“Suck, lips?”
“Is that an invitation?”
How Asmodeus was upon him so fast he would never know. He was quick to situate himself in Mephisto's lap and framed his face with his hands. “There's no need to be shy,” he purred, “I hate seeing people left out.”
Their lips were inches away now, he could feel Asmodeus’ smile, “And some people like it when you put on a show.
He stiffened initially when Asmodeus brought his lip into his mouth. It was uncouth, down right debauchery, but then he saw the Prince's gaze so attentive upon him. How could he toss away a golden opportunity?
Placing his hand on the back of Asmo's head, he took control of the situation. It was amazing how much a fistful of hair could accomplish when one wanted to take control of a kiss. His other hand squeezed at Asmo's ass, eliciting noises with each touch. At some point Asmodeus had started to grind down on him.
The sound of a belt being undone caught his attention.
He yanked Asmodeus's head away so the demon's head bent at a rather harsh angle. There wasn’t a single protest from the demon, rather he’d let out a rather pleased squeak. Diavolo was staring at him, hand on Solomon's cock and lazily stroking. The human was gripping the Prince’s thigh, every now and again his hips would jerk as his cock twitched, and Diavolo would stop for a period before continuing to jerk him off. All eyes were on him now. Asmodeus had put him in the spotlight, and now he had to perform.
“You're going to use your mouth on me until I say you're done,” he said, lowering his voice. His eyes bore into Asmodeus never wavering, never faltering.
Asmodeus’ grin never faltered, “I’m glad to see you've finally decided to join us.”
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Mephisto woke up the next morning, head pounding and in a messy tangle of limbs. At some point, there had been more, salacious dice introduced. His head spun with the way they swapped positions and partners, and the memory of Diavolo between his thighs was one burned into his memory. It was a position he dreamed about being in.
Solomon hadn’t been lacking in talent with his hips either. Honestly Mephisto had to admit, he was surprised the human could hold his own in their little rendezvous. His stamina was impressive, especially considering he had more than outdone his estimated lifespan.
But alas all good things must come to an end, and he could risk being caught in such a scandalous position. He went to move but was caught between two pairs of limbs. Diavolo to his left, and Solomon to his right.
It didn't occur to him that he didn't see Asmodeus. Not until the flames of pleasure once again started to stroke at his lions. He managed to stifle a groan, just as a familiar face popped up from under the blanket.
“Quiet now, we don't wanna wake these sleepy heads up,” he grinned, “And I don't believe you ever told me to stop putting my mouth to work on you.
Mephisto bit down on his lower lip as his one hand stealthily reached down to bury his fingers in Asmodeus’ hair.
He'd find his pants after.
Besides, in this moment, he was too busy getting lost in the eyes of the silent, but smirking Prince. Soon, he'd be getting lost in his lips.
Oh he could see the headlines now.
But first, he wanted to see some stars.
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Ways in which You, the MC, raise the Characters Blood Pressure
All characters, except Luke
Cw: suggestive, spoilers and lesson 16 mentions.
Lucifer
You arranged the bottles of liquor in his study. It is order, you claim. In height and color, but for Lucifer it is chaos. It is a mess, he declares, his hands having to re-route every time they search for the intended bottle.
You do not wear weather-appropriate clothing. Look at the waistcoat on him, MC, with gloves and a dramatic flair which mimics a peacock. It is about to snow, and you do not have a jacket on. You're not cold, you affirm, but the goosebumps on your skin say otherwise. What a pity, here, have his coat.
You send him those god-awful, brainrot reels on Devilgram and expect him to watch every single one. Not his feed, not his brick, but it is there thanks to you.
You decide to climb the shelves to reach for the jar of choco-chip cookies. Yes, demons are taller, but please just use a stepping stool or ask for assistance. Imagine his plight when he walks into the kitchen half-dead from exhaustion and sees you scaling the shelves like a monkey, feet and hands gripping the wood for dear life.
You act flamboyant. Not too much, but with your head held high and that smirk on your face, fully aware of your capability and achievements, throwing him a sly glance as he takes the coat off your shoulders at a ball in the Demon Lord's castle. It gets him weak.
You participate in his brothers tomfoolery. They decided it would be a great idea to rearrange the dining room's furniture. Everyone is bickering about the ideal placement, there are streaks on the floor, and is that fire???!!! Mammon he can string up in the living room, Satan and Belphegor can be on bathroom cleaning duty, but you—what does he even do with you?? When you sheepishly apologise and give that godforsaken smile, he has no choice but to relent.
You get a little too buddy-buddy with Solomon. He's from the human world, sure, it is natural to bond with one of your kind, but when he sees you two together with almost identical smirks on your faces his brows furrow. In resignation. And a little bit of trepidation. What are you planning, MC?
Mammon
You threatened to take away Goldie when he did not listen to you. Stack it away nicely in a place where he can't reach it. Maybe the freezer. Maybe the toaster. He doesn't know.
You run headfirst into danger. Listen, Mammon knows you are very strong. Capable and headstrong. But please, please, MC, thats an Abyss Snake! Those creatures have venom so potent it can obliterate demons, and you are a human! Blessed, even though, but still, have some consideration for his heart before he runs after you, who is insistent on petting it.
You get a little too close to others. Nothing wrong with that, but his brain can't stop but cry out in protest. Biology deems it so. He's your first man! Don't you forget it! Lesser demons don't get too close though, because his scowl is enough of a warning. And he's not just all bark. Second-oldest, don't you forget.
You own him. Others demons trying to get close to him, subtly trying to slot their bodies against him at a club, or even in public. You glare and with ease tug Mammon towards you, until your lips nearly touch, intent on showing them that he's not available. Only for you.
You ate his noodles, leaving none for him.
You don't pick up his calls when you're in the human world. Crows he can send in every corner of the Devildom to look for you, assured of your safety and wellbeing. But in the human world, he can't. Six missed calls, MC, better pick up the seventh, before he decides to conjure a portal and come down there.
Leviathan
You criticised the figurine in his room. It looks weird, you say, like a blob of soup. It's magic munchkin from Igotreincarnatedinto soupduringtheTangdynasty, he says. Normies don't appreciate art. Hmpgh.
You cosplayed as Henry 2.0. and crept into his room at 3 am. Imagine his plight when he opens his eyes because he feels as if someone is watching him, only to see you decked out in full fish, contacts and all. He woke up the whole house with that scream.
You don't react to every single Devilgram reel he sends you. Friends send each other reels, sure, but these are fifty reels in a span of an hour. Just an hour.
You denied sleeping in the bathtub with him when you came over to his room for movie night, choosing to sleep in your bed instead. You claim its because the bathtub is uncomfortable. He assumes its because you hate his presence. Please just bring a mattress next time, MC, our Envy Avatar is in low spirits.
You take control. Shoving him against his chair, sitting on top of him as if you own him. Your smile is just a tad cruel, hands finding their way to the spots where he reacts the most. It makes him go blank. Please don't stop please please please
You stare at another demon too long. His envy can't help but take over. What is it that the demon have that he does not? What is it that enchants you so? Self-loathing follows after.
You forget to send him AP and receive it from your daily in-game logins. Sin.
Satan
You took the liberty of arranging the pile of books in his room. Like Lucifer, he has a natural order for them in mind, which you disrupted. Physics on the left, biology on the right and astronomy in the middle. Now its alll goneeee. No order. Chaos, however orderly they make appear.
You pet a cat and did not send him a picture. He knows from the cat fur on your clothes and the happiness on your face. Where is the kitty, MC, send him a pic now. He needs to meet the feline.
You asked Solomon for help with your studies. Sure, he's a very, very renowned sorcerer with whom even the demon likes to debate with, but study sessions are you and Satan's thing. Not with Solomon. Now you have got two intellectuals helping you study, as Satan acts passive-aggressive towards the sorcerer.
You two throw debates on random topics head to head. Intelligence is sexy, and that smile when you've outwitted him? Satan is about to swoon like a Victorian woman.
You don't walk alongside him. MC has the habit of frolicking along the path like a sheep. Cute. Maybe they have a faster pace than him. But he can't help but feel as if you are trying to avoid walking alongside him, unintentional that may be.
You add irrelevant items to the shopping cart when you both are out. Stick to the budget MC, stick to the budget, Satan chides, as he slips in a pack of the chocolate you prefer into the cart.
Asmodeus
You used a beauty product which he hates. Yes, that chaos snail cream is trending right now, but it gave him breakouts! Stop that, MC, here, use this instead!
You don't comment on his latest post/story/reel. You've been too busy with studies and Sorcerer society, we know. But you know he anticipates your comments the most! He wants YOU to look at him!!! Admire him!! You better add some heart emojis next time, MC.
You insist on cleaning together. He denies. At first. Complains all throughout, then insists on taking a bath together to get cleaned off.
You go out in public wearing an outfit that would have been put together by the enemy of fashion themselves. No, MC, you're so sexy haha please don't go out like that, when you've got Asmodeus right here to style you! He's already taking off your jacket and shoes, ready to drape you in finery. Always looking like a snack, his MC.
You see him for him, not for Asmodeus, Jewel of the Heavens. Your Asmodeus. Not the public image of him, not the impression he's curated of himself, but just the the person you see at home. At his most vulnerable. This sets him on fire like nothing else. Also when you match his freak
You insist on doing his nails. He's sweating for his life as you work on his fingernails. A very interesting choice of color there, MC, and oh, this nail buffer, seems a bit too.....rough.
Beelzebub
You don't look both ways before crossing the street. Sure, you are an accomplished sorcerer, but the inhabitants of the Devildom are still getting used to the law and order declared by Prince. That includes speed limits. His heart nearly jumps into his mouth during those moments.
You surprise him after his Fangol match. Him, all sweaty and red in the face. You, electrolyte in hand and that saccharine-sweet smile on your face that makes him weak. You could shove him against the wall and he would crumble.
You don't think before taking risks. Nothing peeves Beelzebub more than when you disregard your own safety. Please think twice before making hasty decisions that involve potential injury. For his sake, please, and the integrity of your physical body. Let him fuss over you.
You don't try your hair after you bathe/shower. You'll get a cold, he says, and a hairdryer is already in his hand. Sit down MC, and let Beel dry your hair. It will be quick.
You go out without him to eat. Eating together is love for Beel, nothing better than sharing a meal with your partner. So please don't deprive him of your company, MC, food tastes better when you are there with him.
You kill a fly. That was his friend, MC. His pal.
Belphegor
You downplay your injuries. Anyone who saw you fall down the stairs in the library knows that it would have hurt. You laughed and walked it off. He noticed the way your pace faltered, the hiss of pain when no one was looking. Please, take care of yourself, MC.
You leave hair ties around the house. Belphegor woke up to one next to his pillow, another on the RAD bench. One on top of the cabinet. And it drives him crazy. You're wondering how your supply of hair ties is running out fast, meanwhile, his supply is full, ready to be given when desired.
You put him in his place. He knows he's bratty at times, being the youngest comes with its own traits. When you bite back at him, grabbing him by the hair, showing him how brats are treated, he's gone. A demon deceased. At your mercy.
You make cow puns. Yes, he can talk to cows, yes, his clothes have a similar pattern. But enough with the jokes now, MC, go along and get mooooving—
You take his favourite pillow to be washed. It is dirty indeed, but Belphegor cannot sleep without it. He's sitting by the washing machine and waiting. Until its ready to be used again.
You crack your fingers. The sound can't help but remind him of that time when you fell down the stairs, and he watched from above in damned glee—until he saw the expression on his brothers faces and the way you gasped in pain. Please do not do it in front of him.
Diavolo
You decide to serve him pickles. It's good to try new things, you say, content on eating your own serving of pickles. Diavolo stares at the offending item as if it has committed regicide.
You make him finish his work. Yes, there is a pile of reports waiting to be signed, but its only a ten minute break, MC, what harm can it do? You're like Barbatos sometimes, hovering over him. Maybe if he jumped out the window to make an escape it might work.
You challenge his authority. Diavolo has been questioned plenty of times in the past, when he was still new to governance without his father overseeing affairs. The House of Lords opposed many of his orders. But you, you are different. Standing in front of him, challenging his opinion, so bold in stating your opinion and your claim. On him. Only him. Excuse his meetings for an hour, minimum, there is a very urgent matter right in front of him, one whose wishes he's willing to bend to eagerly.
You team up with Solomon. Diavolo cannot tell what you two are planning. Nothing but chaos is guaranteed. He's already bracing himself for a surprise.
You refuse to accept his gifts. You deserve the best of the best. What do you mean, MC, that this hundred thousand jewellery set is too much? that the piles of gifts outside your room is too much? None of that now, none of that.
You wear a strong perfume. His nose is sensitive, and the scent is so harsh that it makes him nauseous. Too polite to comment, he silently bears it while you wonder as to why he keeps leaning out of the window. Maybe there's something going on outside.
Barbatos
You don't tie your hair up while cooking. It gives him the ick like nothing else can, and before you can even start on chopping up the potatoes he's already working on tying your hair, clips and a headband magically appearing.
You showed him Ratatouille. Barbatos dropped the item he was holding. You thought he had gone catatonic after.
You serve him instead. He's accustomed to being the one assisting others, but when you do it it's different. When you straighten out his tie in the way you deem satisfactory, hands running down his chest for a brief moment, he's a demon gone.
You decide to make tea incorrectly, or incorrect in his eyes. The temperature has to be a perfect 40 degree celsius, MC. Ginger has to be shredded, not cut. Milk has to be warm, not straight from the fridge. MC—just let him—he'll do it. Just sit down and he'll make you a cup. With a bloody strawberry pastry.
You went inside his room, and ten different versions of you came out. He had to spend an hour trying to ensure all your versions did not meet each other, with Diavolo asking for him every fifteen minutes.
You go to the port market without him. Sacrilege. When he sees you with fresh groceries in hand, Barbatos feels betrayed. Without him?! He'll subtly make quips at you, and the next outing will be at the port, and you're going to be besides him. For safety, he says.
Simeon
You decided to stay at Purgatory Hall for the night, but not in his room. See, MC, he has a bed right here for you! And cookies!! Four pillows!! Please don't deprive him of your company.
You fold clothes incorrectly. The sleeve is hanging out, wrinkles already forming on a pair of trousers. The handkerchief is crumbled up into a ball. Simeon just sighs. Takes the clothes from your hands, gently sets it aside.
You act as the knight in shining armour. Sweeping in with just what he needs. He gazes at you in longing, perhaps one of a thousand years. Just kiss him MC, he'll be so good. He promises.
You text him in lingo he does not understand. "So true, bestie." ??? "Not very sigma of them." ???? "I've got major tea about the two demons who made a ruckus during curses and hexes." Tea???? Send him some reels, MC, maybe then he will get it.
You chew on a pen. People do it when they're in deep thought. Sure. But Simeon can't help it when he sees the indentations left on the body and the head. That poor pen. Crime committed.
You decided to teach Luke slang. Now he's cursing like a sailor. What will he do now, MC? Look at that sweet boy, now yapping. You've spoiled him with bad influences. How will he undo this?
Solomon
You don't sit on his lap. Never mind that there are plenty of seats around. His lap is the best seat. The chair on which you are currently sitting on feels like nettles. The sofa is too hot. His lap is the only option left.
You get a little too close to Asmodeus for his comfort. Solomon can't help but feel a pang of jealousy in his heart when you warm up to him. He's not so subtly interrupting you both, and acts as if everything is alright. Yeah, just apply that facemask on him too, he'll eat the cucumber.
You shove him into a nearby closet or an empty classroom. He barely has time to breathe before you are on him, hands fisting in his shirt, all his senses occupied by you. It drives him mad like nothing other.
You wake him up in the morning. He's catatonic at that hour. Any attempts to wake him up will be met with groans and grunts. Shaking him awake does not work. Mandatorily kisses are prescribed to wake him right up. Doctor, he needs them to wake up!
You deny his help. He knows you're a capable sorcerer, your power immeasurable. But let yourself rely on him sometimes, he's more than happy to help you. He'll drop everything to come to the aid of his beloved apprentice.
You dress up to go outside, expectedly staring at him. Solomon's sweating bullets internally, wondering if he missed a date. A special event. His book lies abandoned while he racks his brain. Was it today? Or tomorrow? Oh no no no no
Thirteen
You brought a bug in the house once. Claimed it cute and adorable. Thirteen climbed on top of the closet, did not come down till you let it outside. Banned, she tells you, from bringing them inside.
You didn't admire her latest creation well enough. She spent such a long time on it, MC! The giant bazooka!! And you gave it a glance and nodded!! Her heart!!
You get too chummy with Solomon. She declares it a crime. His cooking made her see stars during the day, and she woke up a whole day later on top of a bridge. Why do you have to hang out with that loathed sorcerer, MC?
You give her that smug smirk of yours, and she feels weak in the knees. Getting too close to her, acting so nonchalant. Her heart is doing cartwheels in her chest.
Mephistopheles
You forget titles while referring to Lord Diavolo. It's "Your Majesty," and "Lord Diavolo," MC. Don't be so rude towards his sovereign. He'll spend the whole day correcting you.
You ruffle his hair. Such an innocent gesture, but Mephistopheles can't help but stutter when you do it so casually. He's stuttering. Face hot.
You don't read the latest edition of the R.A.D. newspaper. He spent so long proofreading and collecting information, MC. And you still haven't read it. The demon is hurt. Better read it now, MC.
You bring out a chihuahua from your bag and place it on the desk. During a meeting. The tiny thing trembles. He sighs.
Raphael
You sew hastily. He can see the haphazardly put together stitches. Raphael is already gesturing you over, needle in hand. Sit down and let him fix it.
You find yourself in trouble due to the brothers shenanigans. He walks out of Purgatory Hall and sees you upside down on a tree. He sighs. Takes his spear and removes the branch, catches you in his arms.
You manhandle him. Something about the way in which you effectively guide him away from your path by grabbing his hips, or even pulling him closer gets him going.
You stop him from sampling Solomon's cooking. Its a culinary delight, he says. It is assault on the tastebuds, you claim. He's offended, already grabbing a spoonful of his food. Heaven, he sighs.
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The accuracy-!?
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ALL OM FANS GET BACK HERE RN
I'm gonna pull all your asses back AIN'T NO ONE MOVING ON
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Obey me!Memes #190

Sorcerer Mc Introducing their Demon Bf while in his truest form glaring down at the sorcerers who dare to be mean to you-
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if you could do r trying on a new pheromone perfume and the brothers (separately) are js like 👁️👁️ and suddenly pounces on them and readers js so confused you’d literally be godsent😫
(my inspiration was that one Rafayel scene from lds-)
suggestive || bonus characters bc harem || whether or not Mc knew it was pheromone perfume is up for debate || 1.k wc
Lucifer pauses for a brief second while not faltering in what he was doing, subtly trying to detect the cause of the scent invading every sense of his. He's one of the quickest to figure it out, eyes darkening as he empties his hands before gripping your waist and pulling you as close as physically possible; his face is in your neck before you can even blink and you both stay like that for a moment before he's silently tugging you to wherever he can sit down with you on top of him
Mammon's head snaps up so fast it almost hurts, eyes zeroing in on you. He knows where the scent is coming from, but he just doesn't understand why you suddenly smell even better than usual...he ain't shy as he slides his fingers over your wrist, up your forearm, going until he's caressing the slope of your neck. His breathing is shaky and his voice cracks a little when he whispers how intoxicated you're making him feel. He's got you laid down against the closest flat surface so he can run his hands over you, nose buried against the underside of your jaw as he breathes you in until he's damn near drunk off it
Levi's tail acts faster than he does, curling around your thighs and yanking you closer before he catches up with the action. His embarrassment is cut off when he finally registers the smell, too, and suddenly his face is red for a different reason. He'll fire off a million questions, adding his own jumbled thoughts in between, subconsciously latching every possible limb around you; his face is buried against your chest, fangs accidentally brushing the skin as he stutters out apologies, but doesn't stop
Satan perks up much like a cat, intense blue-green hues staring you down like he's ready to actually pounce. He approaches slowly, trying to figure out the source of your new scent on the way over, but ultimately decides to bury himself against you— your neck, chest, shoulder, nape— breathily asking what you were doing to him. He feels like he's been drugged, almost like a feline with catnip, but it's so dizzily good that he can't complain. Drags you off to where no one will be able to find you, so that your scent won't find anyone but him
Asmo is giddy the second he catches a wiff, easily pinpointing the reason for your scent change, and the exact listing of the brand you used. He's shameless as he requests a thorough product review, rubbing his frame up against yours as he holds you from behind, eyes peering over your shoulder with a bright pink hue. Cheekily insists that you’re better off without so many clothes on, wanting your scent to rub off on him so you can match (and so he can smell it for the rest of the day).
Beel is confused when the food in his mouth isn’t tasting as good as it should. The scent invades his nose, making his eyes search for what has to be a delicious source, only to find you instead of something edible. He’s all over you, mumbling out apologies and that he doesn’t know what’s gotten into him, asking won’t you please let him just…be near you? He trails after you like a puppy, not really sure why you’re captivating his entire being with just your smell. His mouth eventually finds your neck, nibbling and sucking as he tries to get a ‘taste’ of that scent.
Belphie, while unwilling to get up out of his spot, is instantly at attention with eyes following you around the room. He’ll whine and complain until he’s got you at his side, trapping you in his arms and against his lounging form. He’s almost tense, as he inhales that new scent, like a ram waiting to charge. His tone is lazy and drawn out, but tinged with a need that he’s confused about, yet so willing to dive into. He’s surrounded by you, literally and figuratively, as he keeps you tight in his arms, not above begging to get his way.
Diavolo is so fucking clueless, wide eyes blinking up at you almost innocently as he asks if you were wearing a new perfume. He finds himself inching closer to you, gaze never leaving your figure for long— a gaze that get darker and more lidded as time passes. He’s still clueless as ever, yet doesn’t mind the mystery since he’s always willing for an excuse to be with you. His cheeks are flushed and his touch a tad hesitant, but it all flies out the window when you allow him to bury his face against your abdomen, kneeling on the floor, letting his mind swim.
Barbatos takes one glance at you after catching on to the scent and knows, but unlike the pudding incident when he fled the scene, he’s coiling you up with his tail and keeping you impossibly close, unwilling to let anyone have you this time. Unabashedly, his nose is trailing along the slope of your neck, lips brushing the skin as he places slow kisses over all the right spots. Whether or not he does or doesn’t have time to spare, he’s whisking you away and trapping you against his frame, almost begging you to let him be selfish and improper as he inhales your scent with an abandon that would usually make him pause; he can forgive himself, if it’s because of you, unwilling to let go of this opportunity at your eager answer of ‘yes’.
Mephisto almost trips as he passes you by in the hallways of RAD, whirling around to gape at you rather dumbly. Stubbornly fights the urge to follow you for all of thirty seconds before he’s trailing after you with urgency. Manages to simply walk alongside you and keep polite small talk just until you’re both out of eyesight, because then he’s pulling you towards him and groaning, asking what the hell you thought you were doing walking around other demons while smelling so good. It’s a struggle to keep a dignified facade when he’s rushing you down the corridor— but once he gets you in a room, it’s all crumbling as he latches his lips to your neck’s pulse point. The Newspaper Club’s office is closed until further notice.
Solomon doesn’t really register the smell at first, both because it’s more subtle for humans, and because he was playing around with various potions— but once he did catch the smell after you’d gotten closer, he’s swiping everything to the side and placing you on the table instead. He is allll over you, not even hiding the flush on his cheeks as he inhales your scent; practically panting in the crook of your neck. Apologizes if you had something planned later, because he’s keeping you for the rest of the day, wanting to experiment with your new perfume. He knows he’s being overly touchy and a…bit desperate, but just indulge in his whims, yeah?
Simeon’s pretty sure that his heart was going to beat straight out of his chest. He couldn’t understand why he felt so warm and fuzzy all the sudden, but had a feeling it was probably because of you (because only you could make him feel this way). Shyly asks if he could sit closer to you, pleasantly surprised when you tug his head to rest in your lap. His fingers lift your shirt up just enough for him to press his nose against a sliver of skin, face buried against your stomach as his hands grip and massage your thighs. Genuinely content to just lay there and let your scent consume him, though he won’t argue if you ask to help him out.
Raphael…thinks he’s sick. Which is odd, because he hasn’t been sick in a few centuries, but then again..you make him feel…odd. Which is why he walked straight up to you and flat out asked if you were doing it on purpose— why did you smell so good? Why was it making him like this?? He’ll have to be guided, your hand leading both of his to your hips, his head tucking into your neck. He’s still confused, but more than willing to investigate. You’re so..enchanting…he can make idle complaints all day long, but he refuses to let go of you now. He likes how it feels. And he likes the way you react to him.
#obey me x reader#om x reader#lucifer x reader#om lucifer#mammon x reader#om mammon#leviathan x reader#om levi#satan x reader#om satan#asmo x reader#om asmodeus#beel x reader#om beelzebub#belphie x reader#om belphegor#diavolo x reader#om diavolo#barbatos x reader#om barbatos#mephisto x reader#om mephistopheles#obey me simeon x reader#om simeon#obey me raphael x reader#om raphael#solomon x reader#om solomon
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hey guys i've been thinking (bad sign)
anyway. you COULD totally just slap them all in the middle and it'd work but i've chosen contemplation so here are my elaborations. obvs take a grain of salt with the undateables since we still don't know them as well
i will kill for you
barbatos and satan are confident enough in how far they're willing to go to keep you safe that the idea of them needing to die for you doesn't come up
belphie has to stay alive for beel
asmo does not want to die
all of the above are decent at taking care of themselves already (but will try harder for you if need be)
i will die for you
literally look at how undyingly loyal mephisto is to the royal family. to him it is noble to die for those you love and that is an ideal engraved in his bones
mammon does not think before acting and his first priority is always your safety rather than eliminating the threat. he doesn't think to retaliate against a blow, he only tries to take it for you
i will kill for you and die for you
raphael and beel are/were both warriors and protectors and unflinchingly ready to shed blood for their loved ones
raphael leans more to kill and beel leans more to die though. lol
i will kill for you and take care of myself for you
diavolo has to stay alive for the sake of the devildom, but he's willing to crush heads if it comes to it
thirteen walks with death and while it won't take her, she can ask it favours. the walk is lonely and she will let you join her on the path (and maybe even,,, hold your hand 😳)
i will die for you and take care of myself for you
levi isn't incapable of sending forth floods on your behalf but he's liable to impulsively think that the only thing he can do is die so that you'll at least remember him as heroic (and then remind himself that you already do)
i will kill for you, die for you, and take care of myself for you
lucifer's ego is simultaneously through the roof and six feet under. he's the best and also the worst and he'll do whatever it takes in any situation
solomon has very little that personally attaches him to this world that isn't a greater loyalty to his realm in general so he's willing to do just about anything. but also you soothe him and make his long life worth it because he met you
simeon was apparently 100% willing to risk falling for you even in s2, before he was romanceable, so he's the one whose love really transcends time. he'll both worship and disgrace himself for you without a second thought. also you make him forget his catholic guilt
#is this thing on. can anyone hear me#obey me#just gonna start hitting the recommended tags and see if i can get everyone without typing anything lol#obey me lucifer#obey me solomon#obey me barbatos#obey me diavolo#obey me simeon#obey me satan#obey me leviathan#obey me mammon#obey me asmodeus#obey me belphegor#obey me beelzebub#obey me thirteen#obey me raphael#obey me mephistopheles#sweet#ok. uh. do i really wanna tag all the other stuff#obey me x mc#mammon x mc#simeon x mc#solomon x mc#thirteen x mc#mephistopheles x mc#you know what that's enough
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What They Do When They Miss You (Full Cast + OCs)
Lucifer
Like how you can't teach an old dog new tricks, he turns to old habits:
It’s rather easy to not think of you, after all his brothers and Diavolo make sure he’s always kept busy… for the most part.
But then the night rolls-in.
The quiet always unnerved him, that’s why he usually had a record playing. You never knew this though. After you arrived and changed his world, his life, he didn’t want it. Your voice was far more soothing than any melody or hymn for an ancient, weary heart.
Not always, but on occasion you’d stay up and keep him company. He didn’t care if you talked or not, if you vented your frustrations about school, or if you sat beside him only your soft breaths being heard as you organized some papers in the endless stack between you two. If he had a record playing it’d simply be annoying noise. Yet now he finds sleep eludes him without it playing. You left a mark he can only try to patch.
And on exhaustive nights where even that doesn’t help, he pulls out the bottle, roughly ripping the quark out with a loud pop or even breaking the glass’ neck by mistake, the sharp sound making him flinch and the embarrassment that a human could have such control over him even without a command, making his cheeks flush without his lips touching the blue liquid yet.
At the dead of night, he sits in your room after spending an hour at the tomb or in Lilith’s room. He’d never admit to talking to thin air, about his grievances at the last student council meeting, or his breath shuttering at the thought he truly didn’t know what you were doing, if you were safe or not, if you were happy or not… surely you weren’t, otherwise this tightening of his throat would be a silly feeling, not if you weren’t feeling it too.
Mammon
His sticky fingers get the better of him:
Oh, look at that, the gem on that necklace is your favorite color. He needs it.
That shirt, isn’t it made of that material you found really comfy? He needs it.
The vase over there, it looks rather valuable, he could buy you the newest fragrance from Majolish, The Great Mammon just knows you’ll love it. He needs it.
Geez, you’re such a clutz leaving your room in such a state. Sure, it may look clean, but he knows his human, and the place is just a mess. You’d like it if he tides it up a bit for ya. Like he’d take that picture of you and him on the nightstand, can’t let his brothers accidentally break it, and the clothes from your closet, can’t let them get musty and eaten by moths as well as your sheets and quilts, AND, and there’s also the knick-knacks on your shelves they… get dusty, surely they wouldn’t under his care. He’ll also just be taking-
And then there he was, strung up to the ceiling, for no reason! Doesn’t anyone realize he’s your First Man for a reason!? He knows you better than anyone, and he knows he’s the only one who can properly take care of your stuff! He needs to keep them in his room so he can make sure nobody else messes with em’!
All your stuff, safe in his room. His room where he can look and sort through them all day, every item reminding him of something, anything.
Surely they wouldn’t notice one of your pens was missing, right!? Only he’d notice such a detail. And once you get back you won’t either! So it’s fine! A little something you used to pour emotion into writing or work. It’s always with him, to fiddle with when his mind wanders, the clicking sound soothing.
…
Nobody would notice if he took another, right? You’d want him to look after it, and maybe some other things while he’s in your room.
Leviathan
He hides in a world only made for you:
You’d like this anime, too bad you can’t watch it in the human world. Nothing to do for it but record it. There’s also this new game, too bad they announced it after you went back to the human world, but you don’t need to worry, he’s already preordered a copy for you. There’s also the tie-in book, three for you and three for him.
There’s a lot you’d like actually. It feels like whenever you’re busy THAT’S when all the stuff you’d want comes out. Why did you have the leave him.
W-with so much to do!
Now he has to make a list of all the games he’s preordered for you. There’s also the reviews of all the anime he watched you may wanna know about. Then he needs to-
Most of his time is spent behind his monitor, writing, and writing, and writing away. He used to text you these reviews, recommendations, ect. but then his brothers, especially Lucifer made such a stink about it, about he’s ‘spamming’ you, or it was an ‘unreasonable hour’ to be messaging you. So now he’ll just have to be taking up all your time on your return, their fault really.
If you’d listen to him at least. They can’t just steal you away the moment you get back, right?
…
He dose have your favorite game. And newer games, sometimes need updates! S-so, so while those are downloading maybe he could play that.
There’s another list for you, one he made of everything he likes about the game, from the graphics, the music, there are also some reminders of things he thinks even you wouldn’t know, things to show you when you get back.
Satan
Well, if one has a problem, it’s only natural to find a solution:
He’s tried mastering teleportation, still vexes him that the skill still eludes him. Mammon made travel between the realms near impossible via that paths without Diavolo, Barbatos, or Lucifer interfering.
There MUST be a way though, something he’s yet to find.
Then he could see you any time and life would be perfect.
So what to do, what to do.
Legends could be the key perhaps. He spent the first several months of your absence pouring over the tomes in his room, you never know, perhaps now that he was looking for a method to the human world specifically he’d notice something he missed before.
Unfortunately there wasn’t much.
No matter, there were still libraries to scour through.
And if that didn’t… well…
He’ll find something, he will. He may need to turn his thinking around, quit RAD to pour his all into this search. There IS something he just knows it. He just needs to hunt that method down and take it for his own.
He will see you, he will find you, you’ll both bathe under the sunlight on earth, watch as it raises and sets, no brothers to bother the pair of you. Perhaps even surprise you, show up with a thousand flowers right outside your door. Maybe sneak off for a midnight tryst when you can’t sleep.
Sure you could summon him, but how could he surprise you then, or find you when you’re busy, or see you when he wants and needs you? He’ll find a way, don’t you worry, just wait for him, please.
Asmodeus
Mirrors and screens can only do so much, but it’s better than nothing:
Even his sighs are beautiful, but what do they mean when you’re not here to tell him so, to sooth his worries and hold him close.
Thankfully he took all those pictures of you before you left.
He has one for every occasion, ones of you at RAD when classes are being too troublesome. Ones of your smiling face for… everything really, to lift his mood, to give him motivation to just a little better everyday, when he’s board, when he’s sleepy, when he found that cute new top he just knew you’d love and knew would compliment your complexion perfectly, but double checking your references never hurt anybody.
And who is he to keep all these for himself. Of course there were some he deemed for his eyes only, but he just feels so bad for all those poor demons out there who just have nothing.
His days are mostly spent scrolling through his many, Many, MANY albums of you, searching for just the perfect one to post to Devilgram that day. The world can’t be deprived of such beauty, you must understand.
Soon a trend starts, #(insert number) of days MC has been gone. Asmo always has a new post for the tags for every day, he has enough to last for a few centuries. It’s an okay amount but really you need to get back soon so he can take more.
And don’t you worry, there’s not only pictures of you. Of course, with the tag of how many days you’ve been gone he’s taken 1(0000000000000000000) of himself for each day of your departure, he knows you’ll have missed him, so don’t you worry cuttiepatootie, he’s got you covered.
And so here you’ve left him wanting, looking in the mirror waiting for you to just appear in the empty space he leaves beside himself while he get’s himself ready for the next photo.
Beelzebub
Just as with all of his other feelings, it eats him alive:
For Beelzebub even before food, his family is at the forefront of his mind, and that, includes you. Whether it be the nightmares that plage his sleep, or the joy at hearing his brothers just chatting in the next room over, or the thought of you that’s just as haunting as it is comforting.
When he goes shopping whoever is minding him don’t point out how he doesn’t need to get your favorite snacks. There’s too much free time so he filles it by tripling his workout routine, makes it harder for the mind to wander. He knows it isn’t the safest yet on those long jogs he turns up the volume on his D.D.D., getting lost in your favorite songs. Then, when his belly is good and empty, he can focus on that pain, that gnawing more bearable. He hates seeing your spot at the table empty though.
It's… not a powerful feeling, he can go about his day to day, but it’s-
No, YOU’RE always there.
And it’s nice, in it’s own way. His family is always a part of him.
So he buys your favorite foods when it’s his turn to do the grocery shopping so that should you suddenly drop-in again he can already make the best feast for you. With his workout routine being tougher he has all the more reason to ask for your help like being the extra weight on his back for pushups or having you keep count, and these are very serious jobs so his brothers aren’t allowed to interrupt, just you and him for a time. He could also carry you on his jogs and sing along to your tunes. Finally once the day is getting late and it’s time for dinner he can stuff himself beside you, you and his brothers merrily chatting away filling him more than anything else possibly could.
The sweetest of daydreams to think of while waiting for you.
Belphegor
Miss you, why, when he can see you anytime:
Day, night, sleeping, napping, whatever the case may be, if you’re resting, he’ll be there. Life is easier if you just put effort in the things that matter and don’t bother with anything else, and thankfully that’s never any less true here.
Your dreams are easy to find, practically second nature for the demon. For a being such as he, the ethereal world of mixing, melding thoughts and emotions are almost just as real as the waking world.
So it’s just up to you, sleep, lie down on the couch and meet up with him. Want to go for a stroll on the Milky Way, or perhaps dance on the wind, it’s up to you. Why don’t you just stay, it’s not like there’s anything better to do.
Sleeping’s better than going back to the waking world. It’s filled with nothing but pain and death. It’s cozy, and warm, and safe, and kind here. Why must stupid human bodies always wake up.
And so you leave him.
All alone.
…
You’re very cruel you know, making this place so lovely only to rip it away.
No more dreaming till you come back, there’s no point.
Please come back soon. Sure he’s waiting, always waiting for your return, but if you’re not going to be here by his side to make the waking world warm and kind or the dreaming world safe and cozy then what’s the point of either?
Diavolo
There won’t be a world where he’d ever have to know of such pain again:
Funnily enough, he’s doing better than ever. Sure, life is a lot more boring with your absence, but he
Has.
A.
Goal.
It’s perfect, simple really. With the exchange program having been a success, you’ll have to come back for another, and another, there’s no one better than you to tell the progress of the Devildom in accommodating your people, and when the Devildom dose get to that place surely you wouldn’t mind being the official human representative full time. And with you being such a high standing official and honored guest/resident it’s only natural you’d just have to stay at the royal palace with him.
He just needs to make this world.
It will be a lot of work but it will be worth it. Sure his hands may get bruised, cut, bloodied, broken, dirty, or sore but then, once everything is said and done, surely life would be perfect.
Sometimes motivation does wane and as much as he cherishes your calls and texts, it’s still not the same as having you HERE, to feel the warmth of your hands in his. Sometimes when you’re on call he’ll slink away from this desk, sneak down the halls, and slip into that little room. He tenderly pulls out the albums so you don’t hear anything and ask what he’s doing, he adores your day to day, see how humans, you, go about your life. And as you talk he’ll open one of those many albums, each practically filled to bursting with photos of you and those brothers and the shenanigans you lot would drag him or he drag you into.
Had he ever told you, just how much you mean to him? Just how much you’ve changed his life? How you’ve brought much more joy than even the chaos of his home could?
… What better place to tell you such things than a world where you’d never have to leave again, where you could stay without worry, a world where humans and demons lived hand in hand, surely the rest of his people deserved the kind of joy you’ve brought to him.
Barbatos
Indulging in memories, that’s not a form of time travel, right?:
The day to day is always busy for a butler, but especially the one of the (temporary) Demon Lord. His thoughts are always filled with the most important things, you must understand.
He awakes bright and early before any other creature dare. Standing before the mirror, adjusting the buttons, smoothing out the outer coat, floofing the ruffles on his shoulder as you would in a playful mood, tapping the ends of his shoes to the floor testing if they’re snug enough, and giving his warm gloves one last taught pull before making his way to the Little Ds’ rooms to assign them their duties for the day.
He ties on the apron you bought him. He still doesn’t understand why ‘Kiss the cook’ is such a prolific phrase on the garment in the human world, but who is he to comment when you always take the fabric’s advice upon seeing him in it. It had been a few days so surely the Young Master would be craving some bloody lignin berries with his pancakes. Perhaps some Griffin eggs on the side? Diavolo does have more paperwork than usual so the extra treat would give him the boost he needs to not run off as soon.
The garden also must be tended to for the day. There are the blazing spuds you planted. Still not ready yet it seems. Good, it’d be a shame if you weren’t here when they were at their peak. The Hanging Shivering Fuchsias you watered the last day you were here looked especially lovely in the morning dew. Seemed the pickles could use some extra attention though.
There was the evening shopping too, Diavolo requires the freshest ingredients. You joined him for these shopping trips often. It was always a lovely chance to teach you of some of the local delicacies. He finds to odd now to not be looking to his side and asking your thoughts, if anything caught your eye, or if anything reminded you of home.
It’s natural to be lost in thought, there’s a lot too keep track of after all. However much there is though, every night he’s always left with the same one as he takes off those gloves placing them aside. How strange and charming it was that they always felt so warm after you held them for the first time. Something to look forward too for tomorrow as he planned out the day.
Luke
Well, being a Guardian Angel has it’s perks:
Angels are not to interfere in the lives of humans ever, with two exceptions. One! Father gives the order to do so on his behalf. Something like that hadn’t happened in a very long time though… Two! When acting as a Guardian Angel. Of course there were limitations for what he could do, but it was enough to keep you safe!
One can’t work directly, but there was plenty he could do for you! Like scooching your slippers a little closer to your bed so your feet don’t end up hitting the cold floor or when you’ve lost something if he finds it, he’ll move it to a slightly more obvious place you might have over looked.
It hurts worse sometimes being able to do these little things and not being able to do a thing when the bigger, badder stuff happens. His eyes get misty when you burn your hand on the stove, or get fired, or get into some accident or The EArtH SHAKES!? IS FATHER MAD AT YOU? ARE YOU OKAY!? Then it’s even worse when you act like nothing happened at all like with the SHAKING! You just go around putting away everything that got knocked over! Is he doing a bad job!? Are you just that used to danger that you don’t care!? How can you not care!? His heart practically breaks for you.
Maybe this started before, when you joined the exchange program. He knew he should have kept a closer eye on you! But don’t worry he’s here for you!
There might not be much he can do, and he can’t always be watching over you but he can help. Every bad thing will lead to something good, he’ll make sure of it. Like your burnt hand gets you to take that break you needed, or because you were fired you’ll get an even better job, or from the shaking and cleaning you finally can find that keepsake you thought you lost.
He’d never admit it to anyone, let alone himself but something deep in him does hope you return to the Devildom soon, then you can be together again, and he can protect you, for real.
Simeon
… Is it fanfic if you write about your friend?:
Simeone heard the term from Leviathan once. Fanfiction. He’s not quite sure he’d consider himself your fan perse, yet there he was, pages, upon pages, upon pages of writing about you, about what you and he could be doing together if not for this distance, about what you could be doing.
It felt… wrong? in a way, to do this. This wasn’t one of his characters that lived in his head, facts of things he knows you’re doing. He’s just… making stuff up with you in mind.
He writes of you laying in a field, some place as close to the Celestial Realm as the Human World could get to, you at peace, and happy, watching as clouds roll by.
There’s another of you and he sitting on the beach watching the sun set. He doesn’t actually know what a sunset looks like, but there’s something so enchanting about it, something so human, so imperfect about the idea, something so… something he could only hope to see with you.
He wrote about what he’d say to you, his longing, his fears, his silly ideas, confess his selfishness of wanting to keep you all to himself just for a short while and of you returning those feelings in kind.
It almost feels bad, like he’s dictating your actions, it’s not the same as when you worked together on those plays together, and yet despite this odd growing pit in his stomach, he can’t stop. This being something that calls to him when thoughts turn back to you and they’re too much to bare without doing something.
And so when he has the time, he can’t keep himself busy, or when he tries thinking of Henry and you begin to take his place instead, it’d only be natural to write of you instead, right?
Solomon
Laugh:
Things are so much simpler when you’re in the human world where you belong. No demons, angels, or other such creatures to fight for your attention! It’s amazing!
But fate can be cruel and he finds always, ALWAYS at least one of you is in the Devildom.
Loneliness and Solomon were no strangers, the man knew that feeling all too well in fact, however, you made it hurt worse. He was used to it, the rejection, the being kept at arms distance and him doing the same to others, the fear and disgust in their eyes, yet you didn’t. You approached him, drawing him closer and closer, how could you expect to give a thirsty man water in the desert and not have him on your heels desperate for more.
Yet there are those brothers, and royalty, and angels, and even death fighting for you embrace.
It feels the worst when you’re in the same room and no matter what they consuming you whole.
You’re a human in a new and unfamiliar world, so he’ll look after you.
He can’t help but smile seeing anyone less by your side. At him successfully distracting Lucifer with the question of a pact. He loves it when that one innocuous comment from him sends the rest into a fight giving him the chance whisk you away and laugh at their foolishness. He chuckles when he doesn’t need to do a thing at all and their own follies get the better of them and they don’t even realize what they’re missing out on.
If they knew he was mad or upset they’d feed on it, it’d make them just a bit too comfortable, but an unflappable smile, that can be just as unnerving as a wicked scowl. Then when at last it’s just you and him, and he’s home at last, no longer alone, just you get to see his real smile, one of relief.
Thirteen
It’s easier to hope to not see you too soon:
That thought makes things easier, considering who she is, and what her job is. It wouldn’t be the worst thing for you to go, you could always be by her side then, but it wouldn’t be the same as you are now, alive. It’s much more fun and interesting!
And as boring as waiting can be, she much rather wait for your return to the Devildom than you meeting her scythe for the second time. She would go and visit you, but she only really can when working and it might not be the best idea to have you follow her around and others start spreading rumors of you being cursed or something. Then again… well if she were to invite you along it’d be entirely up to you if you went or not. Maybe that is something to consider for a later date.
There’s only so long one can chase around Solomon though, or go shopping, or try meeting new people, or… there’s a lot the reaper has tried in her long, long, long ‘life’ but the time with you is always the most thrilling. Perhaps not the best life for a human but you at least seem to enjoy yourself despite your… she could never land on if you either had incredibly good or bad luck but, it certainly was something to behold.
It’s easy to pass by the days tinkering, and toying, and fiddling away till her cave was filled with new traps for your perusal, but on occasion she’ll pause. Sometimes it’s to wonder what you’d think. Sometimes it’s how you’d react when she unleashes it upon your reunion. Sometimes it’s just how you’d want to paint it. Inevitability the squeaking of metal or the snapping of wood, or stupid Solomon’s voice brings her back and you’re left to rest for a time. Thoughts of you came back though, they always do. That’s at least one thing she’s certain of, aside from your long life and bright flame. She can wait, there’s plenty of time yet still to burn.
Raphael
Pain is a trial, something to be embraced:
Father is cruel as he is kind, strict and wrathful yet understanding and loving.
This… shallow hollowness, he finds the feeling hard to describe, must be something similar to Father. It took root when his siblings first fell and it never truly went away. Sure there were more important things to think on, to work on, to refine, to improve, it was something he tolerated or tried ignoring. There wasn’t much he could do about the feeling anyway so why bother?
It was different after you though. For his siblings, yes they did wrong, but perhaps, one day Father would see their actions weren’t malicious, they just loved so much and didn’t know how to express it when they were scared for one another. You however… There was no real reason why you couldn’t be together now, to share hellos and see you laters. He could text you maybe, but it wouldn’t alleviate this feeling, just make it worse the longer your time apart is.
He finds it inspiring sometimes. Sitting on a couch unable to decide what to sew or embroider next. The decision is always easy now, what would you like?
During training he’s able to put in this energy he never knew he had that just sat dormant within. His swings are faster, more power can be utilized.
You grow in strength everyday, you could easily surpass Solomon at this rate, something that should terrify him, yet he wants to stand toe to toe with you. How things were going, you’d probably save his life. That wouldn’t do, you have enough people relying on you, if someone was going to be saving the other let him save you for a change. You deserve the break.
So he’ll keep this feeling close and this new part of himself, it hasn’t been causing any trouble so far, so he didn’t see much reason to do anything about it.
Mephistopheles
How dare you, he must curse you in kind, it’s too precious of a gift:
You are no human! You are a curse, a plague! You’ve went and made yourself impossible to ever forget. Do you even realize what that means? Do you truly understand just what you’ve given him? Your short life, and you’ve chosen to give part of that to him so freely! And now he’s saddled with the responsibility of keeping that part of you alive within himself because who knows when you’ll just keel over from how fragile you are!
And now you just expect to keep him waiting. He just has to sit here in anticipation for your return so he can give you the same gift! How rude!
Never again will you be able to doze off without wishing he was beside you. He will make sure your drifting thoughts are of him, and him alone.
He’s planning every moment of your return. Demons live much longer than humans so for him to give you the equivalent of what you’ve gifted him, you won’t be having any free time for a very long time. For you, for him it’s practically nothing, but be sure it will be the most amazing moments for your entire existence! Just recompence in his opinion.
Don’t plan anything, he has date plans for you for a few months. He would have the next few years planned out by the time you see one another again, but it can’t be anything less than perfect. There’s also always something new add. His finger is on the pulse of the Devildom, from the new hole in the wall eatery few have tried but raved about, or the Three Legged Crow’s plans on investing in at home entertainment, there’s always something new to add and see if they fit into his plans.
Why did you do this, take the little free time he had and twist his arm into dedicating them to you. He could be relaxing, but no, the rarer times he’s not busy he finds your life in his mind. Surely a curse most fowl that he will give you one of his own.
Aurum
Writing so you don’t miss a moment:
The evenings in the bar are long, but the days even longer. They lay on the sofa half asleep, one thought on their mind. The nights felt shorter when you visited. He also missed the anticipation he held in his chest, locking up the front doors only for you to pop up and walk him back home. He always told you he didn’t like seeing you out so late, yet you’d just say the same back. At least they had work and you… you were just damn too sweet.
He wondered, but couldn’t just ask if you felt the same, it’d turn awkward if you didn’t and well… His feelings probably hurt you enough already.
But, by chance, if you did, surely you’d like to hear from him?
Mammon raised a brow and questioned how Aurum hadn’t gottn your number yet and practically threw his phone into the man’s face to copy your contact info upon seeing the letter and hearing Aurum’s request for him to play mail boy! The demon still immediately pocketed the letter but, this was ridiculous. Even more so when Aurum refused to copy your info!
Was he perhaps a bit too presumptuous about your relationship? Texting would be a lot more casual than a hand written letter, but they knew how creepy it could feel when someone got your contact info without you being the one to give it out. Thankfully he didn’t have to ruminate on it for long, Mammon calling, saying you had a letter for him!
The patrons thankfully always provided with good stories for the man to share, and you always wrote of whatever misadventures and the brothers got up to. Sometimes Mammon would look over their shoulder, interject about the goings on, usually about you ‘exaggerating’ things he did. He also liked not telling stories, just news, or this off looking tomato he found at the market, and you’d tell him of the day to day in the Devildom, about the ingredients you thought he’d want to try experimenting with or how the library got an updated fae law book you could borrow for him if he wanted.
It was nice summoning Mammon every few days for his visit and trading your letter for theirs. It hurt, but you seemed to get that and would talk more about yourself for a time or just about Mammon. He admitted once, it felt kinda like giving each other a piece of home, these letters, and that he hoped you felt the same.
Matoi
You’re always together, there’s no need for that:
They told you before, didn’t they? The world of yokai and the world of humans are one in the same, intrinsically connected, one effects the other just as much as the past effects the future and the future effects the past. Humans and the Lantern People sewed one another, raised one another, and return to the earth hand in hand. The land may be vast, but the land is still earth, you are both earth, thus you are always connected.
But it’s okay if this hasn’t sunk into your soul and bones yet. You know, even if you don’t realize.
Knowledge doesn’t always sway the heart though.
They whittle. Not the tool carving for the village, or toys for the kids.
They hop through the forests till something catches their fancy. Could be a log, perhaps a branch but it has to be something that screams ‘you’. It’s rarer for them to have a plan for what the item will be. They chip away till the wood begins to take shape and they see what it wishes to be. They sing, ancient songs long forgotten but still they are songs of love, a song for you, one you’d never get to hear. Unless you asked but they wouldn’t on their own, their body always heats up from the embarrassment of being so focused on by one person, let alone you.
These projects, if they hadn’t made Mephistopheles’ cane, they would say each and every one was their magnum opus. Each had thoughts of you poured into them. A paperweight, a figure, some pencils, a chair, the amount of these carved gifts Matoi has given you practically every time you meet, you could not keep track of. They’ve made you furniture as if knowing the House of Lamentation needed a new one, not that was too hard of a guess with how destructive the brothers are. They’ve made you a ring that perfectly fit your ring finger. They made so many things, the only thing you could be certain was that they must spend most of their free time making these for you.
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They Go With You When You Need to Get Your Blood Drawn: Headcanons

“Hey, I have to get some blood drawn at the doctor’s and it makes me really uncomfortable, any chance you can please come with me?”
Lucifer
• “Yes of course.”
• Holds your hand and gives you reassuring looks the whole time. Has to stop from chuckling when you laugh nervously or get chilled by the alcoholic wipes.
• He gently holds you afterward and buys you a treat as a reward for bravery.
Mammon
• “Yikes, that sucks. Sure thing!”
• He ends up fainting and you laugh so hard you don’t even notice the blood draw until it’s already over.
• You have to take him home and he’s so embarrassed you agree not to mention it if he buys you a treat and he happily agrees (he loves spoiling you)
Leviathan
• “Big oof. But yeah I’ll come.”
• You watch him play with his handheld to avoid looking at any needles.
• He’s still very nervous for you and after is over he looks at your blood in the vials and somehow feels jealous so decides to spoil you as a result and buy you dinner.
Satan
• “Of course I’ll come along.”
• He plays you cat videos to distract you and pass the time.
• He tells you how brave you are and how calm—as he himself hates needles and appointments
• He takes you out for food afterward, no matter what it is you want.
Asmodeus
• “Eek! You poor dear! Of course, I’ll come support you!”
• He’s a tiny psychopath but regardless blood still freaks him out, at least when it’s yours so he nearly faints.
• You get poked by the needle because everyone is too busy watching him so to make it up to you he takes you to the spa for some rejuvenation.
Beelzebub
• “Blood…umm, sure.”
• He can’t look at the blood either or he starts to drool so he’s in the corner of the room stuffing burgers in his mouth (which is against the no-food rule but they allow him just this once)
• He takes you out to eat afterwards, he needs meat but you can get whatever you want on him.
Belphegor
• “Yeah I don’t mind. Do I need to stay awake?”
• He falls asleep so quickly that the doctors are more concerned about him and you’re so amused watching them that you don’t even realize they’ve finished up.
• You drive him home and he feels bad he fell asleep so will find a way to make it up to you.
Solomon
• “Why certainly. When and where?”
• He puts a spell on you for you to avoid feeling pain or discomfort and he holds your hand for the duration.
• He’s very proud of his apprentice for handling themselves in such an uncomfortable situation.
Simeon
• “Oh dear, of course, I’ll come with you.”
• He gives you an angelic blessing so you’ll be completely calm and he silently hums and rubs your hand to distract you.
• Simeon heals the tiny wound immediately afterward and thanks the staff as he takes you home to relax while he makes you some cake.
Luke
• “B-B-B-Blood!? Y-Yes of course I won’t let you go alone!”
• Luke’s freaked out by the whole process and his reactions are so over the top you don’t even react yourself.
• You buy him ice cream later because he’s so woozy from watching that. He later returns the favor by making you something sweet to eat (with no red dye)
Raphael
• “You owe them blood? Do they need to be dealt with?”
• After explaining what the blood draw was and why you needed it he went with you but was on guard around the needles and watching the doctors very closely.
• He doesn’t know what else to do so he hums to help sooth your worry.
Michael
• “Certainly dear, you have nothing to fear.”
• He gives you a blessing as well as all the doctors to ensure everything goes perfectly. He keeps you distracted by asking about Lucifer and his brothers.
• He’s in a good mood from the new information he’s obtained on Lucifer and his brother’s antics so he’ll grant any request you make of him.
Thirteen
• “Gross, humans need to give blood? Sure thing though, you can count on me.”
• You watch her amused as she fiddles with a project the whole time, apparently it’s supposed to be a more fun way to draw blood so you’re more worried about that than the needle in your arm.
• She later tries to show you how her new device works so you have to warn Solomon.
Mephistopheles
• “I can get you a better doctor.”
• After getting him to go to your doctor with you he keeps a skeptical eye on everything, mildly impressed with human technology.
• He talks your ear off about the most recent scoop he’s investigating for the RAD Newspaper as a means to distract you.
• He takes you somewhere extravagant afterward to make you forget about the unnerving medical appointment earlier.
Barbatos
• “As you wish. I’ll ensure you don’t feel a thing.”
• Barbatos lovingly stays glued to your side, very watchful of everyone. He gives you a tea beforehand that makes you dull to pain and discomfort so you fall asleep on the ride home, never bothered by the blood and needles.
Diavolo
• “Oh no! Yes, I’ll be right there with you! We can get ice cream after.”
• Diavolo is worried for you but he’s hiding it and making you laugh by laughing at ridiculous things (his laugh is very contagious)
• True to his word he buys you ice cream or whatever you want after and tells you how proud he is of you and how brave you are.
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little things about the obey me cast
lucifer
The Mom Purse™
has everything you could possibly ever need in his bag (which he carries around everywhere)
probably enchanted it to hold more than its meant to
always has to have some kind of non-water drink- usually hot tea or coffee
will never admit to it but he loves those super sugary iced drinks that barely have any coffee in them
very little spice tolerance. keeps a straight face because his brothers will jump on it SO fast
wears gel liner and mascara (would be a super pretty crier because of it)
mammon
talks to himself out loud when he's alone. will have whole conversations
eats SO much junk food but somehow stays in good shape (insane metabolism + actually works out at the gym with beel when he has the time)
chronic over exaggerator
incredible spice tolerance, will totally make fun of lucifer should he find out about his lack thereof
doesn't know how to say no (as seen in the game)
sleeps with socks on because the bed sheets are bad sensory
leviathan
once watched human world brain rot for shits and giggles and now he cant get it out of his head
wants to test if cocomelon works on mammon (spoiler alert: it does)
squeaks when he does a big stretch
could absolutely wreck somebody's shit but never thinks to in actual situations
not shy, just socially inept and bitter. he chooses not to interact
reads the devildom version of ao3 near religiously
satan
HAS to sit cross legged or some non-conventional way
doesn't matter what he's sitting on. its happening
totally the type to sit on a couch or armchair upside down with his head hanging off
doesn't like acidic food/drinks, it makes his teeth feel weird
would watch wendigoon if introduced. i think he'd love video essays (mystery flesh pit, anyone?)
writes personal notes in glittery gel pen
asmodeus
has a perfectly organized pencil pouch for school
once got swarmed by devildom geese. worst day of his life
steals his brothers' clothes ('i have to show you how to style these things correctly!')
would never stoop so low as to go to the casino, but is better at poker than mammon
will lie with the straightest face
eats finger foods with a fork because he doesnt like grease on his hands
beelzebub
comically easy to scare
takes really bad notes, even when he pays attention
has won several fangol games for his team
weirdly good art. mostly does chibi style doodles inspired by whatever anime Leviathan last made him watch
would cover for any of his brothers if they committed a crime (if they would even get persecuted- they are political figures)
if obey me was a musical, beel would be the one asking why everybody is singing
very smell sensitive, dislikes strong hand soaps, deodorants, etc
belphagor
always has snacks on him, in his bag, in the attic, etc
this came around because of beel, ofc
additionally, always wearing cargo pants of some kind when he's not in pjs. loves pockets
can do some sick knife tricks
not too far from canon, but falls asleep in weird places. often falls asleep sitting up, and if it's the only quiet place he can find he will absolutely pass out in a closet
would bring his brothers to the back of spencer's for the lols
diavolo
takes very large steps, mostly due to his height, and is very hard to keep up with
adrenaline junky. what with his inherent power, it just really gets him going to feel like he's in danger
can't say a tongue twister to save his life
likes party games like cards against humanity
hums to himself a lot, stims with the vibrations
the only one who can reliably tell when asmo is lying
loves lucifer for his dog and his dog alone /j silly
sometimes convinces barbatos to teach him how to cook. knows how to make some simple stuff
barbatos
probably cracks his joints really loud
can beat you up but thinks he's above it
has his own fandom of people who've got the hots for him
lucid dreams all the time
has an in depth skincare routine. shares tips with asmo
probably watches people sleep sometimes
i think it'd be cute if he sewed or crocheted or something in his free time
mephistopheles
has really expensive cologne
very low alcohol tolerance. also only likes fruity drinks
rolls his eyes SO much for literally no reason. he's just a brat
his devilgram is full of pictures of his horses
never learned to drive. always either on horseback or is driven by a personal driver
secretly loves white girl music
great with kids, pretends to hate him but he loves his brother
would totally get bullied on roblox
simeon
smells like lavender
once swore in front of luke and damn near died of shame
paces a lot when he's in thought
gets very in the zone when he's writing, hates being interrupted
absolutely wakes up november 1st and decorates for christmas. its not even a religious thing, he just likes the aesthetic
probably wears a really fancy watch he got from lucifer or diavolo
i mean this is kind of already canon but simeon would fall for someone he finds worth it
luke
knows all the swear words. will never say a thing
needs a nightlight to sleep but would rather die than tell somebody
likes to sit on simeon's lap and show him devildom brain rot because simeon doesn't understand what he's looking at
cant pronounce 'comfortable'
got simeon and solomon to get him a pet fish after he saw henry 2.0
the best at hide and seek, will not be found by anybody short of barbatos
if he were to have a discord server it would be all bots because he likes to play with them
solomon
sleepwalker
has scared the ever living shit out of simeon and luke in the middle of the night cause he's standing there dead asleep in the kitchen
cant stand silence. usually playing music or talking out loud when alone
gestures a lot when speaking
would probably kick a vending machine if his food got stuck
it'd be really funny if he ever got hit by a bus
his room is a MESS. only cleans it for luke (he likes to hang out in there) or possibly mc
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One headcanon for each OM! Cast
Lucifer
Sometimes absentmindedly hums along with the cursed record as it plays. MC caught him on the act and he swore them to secrecy.
Mammon
Owned a goldfish like Levi. He named it "nugget". But he only got to raise it for one day because his crows thought it was food and ate it.
Leviathan
Once listened to vocaloid songs and has already fallen down the rabbit hole. His favourite is Miku. Classic.
Satan
He's a hardcore fan of Sherlock Holmes, has finished all the novels, TV series and everything. He sometimes calls MC his Watson.
Asmodeus
Hates washing dishes with a passion because it always ruins his newly-painted nails. He always tries to persuade one of his brothers to switch with him.
Beelzebub
He never had the torture pleasure of watching mukbang eating videos because it triggered his tantrums once and blew up half of the HOL.
Belphie
He can't fall asleep comfortably if he's not hugging something, be it a pillow or MC. And he always drapes his leg over whoever he's sleeping with.
Diavolo
Thinks 5-minutes crafts videos are legit and he always tries to follow their ideas. Barbatos is so tired of it. Please save him.
Barbatos
Accidentally destroyed half of the castle trying to chase a rat down. He repaired everything in just a day because it's Barbatos.
Solomon
Tried to work in a hospital but instead got charged with food poisoning and attempted murder, the news spread worldwide and he was banned from every hospital in the human world.
Simeon
Uses Pinterest whenever he feels uninspired or feels stuck in the middle of writing a book. It was easier to use than other platforms for him because there were only pictures.
Luke
Watched My Little Pony and thought it was a good show. Only Simeon knows of this because he was too embarrassed to talk about it to others. His favourite is fluttershy.
Raphael
Got a wild idea to add pickles to the ice cream at 3am and it has become his new favourite food ever since. Even better when Solomon makes it for him.
Thirteen
Always makes sure to has some traps laying somewhere whenever she and MC are hanging out because someone Mammon always tries to interrupt their date.
Mephistopheles
He used to be a theatre kid and he is still one. Secretly. He thinks he's being slick but he's not. Literally everyone knows.
MC
They once tried to drink motor oil thinking it was beer. The situation shortened the brother's lifespan by a hundred years.
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The brothers + side characters as doms, subs or switches
Lucifer
He is a hard dom but on a very rare occasion he might bottom. His pride doesn't really want him to be lesser so he has to really be pushed for that.
Mammon
He is a switch but more of a soft dom. Don't get me wrong he can be rough but he is way too into it whining and begging but also loving being in control at the same time. His greed for your orgasms is also very high he even dismisses his own. He has no problem bottoming either as long as you praise him.
Levi
He's definitely a sub but if he is really in the mood or angry he can be a good dom. He isn't quite there yet with being as good of a dom as others so he usually is a bottom. He enjoys it either way feeling owned by you is exhilarating.
Satan
He is definitely a hard dom as well but he is more open to bottoming than Lucifer and no shock more aggressively than Lucifer too. He of course does all this within your consent but if you ask him he won't mind bottoming most of the time he just prefers being dominant.
Asmos
Switch all the way though he does like bottoming a bit more since he enjoys being pampered and doted on.
Beel
He is a soft dom mostly but can get rough if you'd like him too he has no shame whatever makes you happy. He doesn't really like bottoming much it just doesn't appeal to him he will try it once though if you want
Belphie
He is a switch. He can usually be lazy and just let you do whatever to him but also can get very aggressive and fuck you into oblivion. It's always on and off so it's never really expected.
Diavolo
Dom of course but he is also willing to experiment. He will bottom once or twice but prefers pleasing you and catering to your every need since his are usually always taken care of
Barb
Switch. He doesn't really care which one is done just as long as it's with you. He does like being dominant a bit more since he enjoys seeing you squirm
Simeon
Switch but more of a sub. He is always too shy to do much aggressive dominant things but on some days he may. He just usually begs and allows you to use him as you see fit
Solomon
Switch as well he doesn't care what it is. He feels pleasure either way and is only human to your very tempting advances.
Meso
He is a Dom but if you degrade him enough he will bottom. He is severely embarrassed about it though
Raphael
He is a switch but more dominant. He just follows whatever lead you want but if he's having a particular mood boost he will Dom you
13
Switch but she enjoys being more dominant. She loves being able to tell you what to do and you just listen so nicely.
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Because you're the lover of the highest ranking of demons and the apprentice of the strongest sorcerer known to mankind, people would think you're dangerous and violent at first.
But in reality, you don't like violence, in fact, you loath it. That's why the angels love you, you know how to protect yourself without causing harm to the other person.
But the fact that makes the angels love you scares the demons and the sorcerer.
That's right, you don't kill, but you cast spells to people that harms you spells that makes them wish you just kill them, that's terrifying.
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To Have You — Obey Me!
cw: body worshipping, suggestive (?), obsessed OM! characters (minus luke), not proofread, (lmk if there's more)
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And because of how precious you are to them, they are desperate for all of you, every part of you, they want them.
They want even the parts you try to conceal because you think they're unsightly, they want to love them with all their heart, mind, and soul.
Touching you takes a lot out of them, they just want to fall to their knees and it hits them how lucky they are to have something so precious and beautiful, much more valuable than any jewel and wealth in all the three worlds.
They want to feel every inch of your skin, kiss your lips messy, and love, care, and cherish you. A simple holding of hands, nudges, hugs, etc. makes them go crazier for you every millisecond.
They worship every part of you, touching every part of you with love and care, they'll be gentle and careful unless you tell them otherwise.
They would do anything for you, they would kill and burn down everything for you. The moment they hear about someone hurting you, physically and emotionally, you will never see or hear from that person ever again. When you ask them if they did anything, they will say it's probably a coincidence or they moved far away.
They want you all for themselves, if you just please let them.
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⊹ Candles [reversed] ⊹
since it's my birthday, I wanted to do a little special self-indulgence, so here's this! || 2.k || written with poly!Mc in mind + our son Luke
4 am
Early in the morning, before the faux light has even spread across the Devildom, Mammon is in your bed. He’s pushed his way through your door, half asleep himself, stumbled over and climbed underneath your covers (that he swears are softer than his), and has pulled you into his arms.
Every year, he insists on being the first person to wish you a Happy Birthday, and if not that, then the first who gets to tell you in person— so he's found that coming to your room before the day even begins gets him his title of ‘first’ and gives him alone time with you.
It’s much too early to be awake right now, so he’s content with falling back to sleep with you. His body is in complete contact with yours and he sleepily swears not to let go because he loves you too much.
5 am
An hour later, or maybe even less than, Asmo comes to sneak you from his brother’s grasp, gently hauling your barely conscious frame to his room. He wants you to keep getting as much beauty sleep as you can, but he still wants to start getting you ready for your big day!
Of course, Azzy’s been planning this for weeks, so he has everything prepared and laid out. His alone time with you consists of him lowering you into the steaming bath and massaging you well, scrubbing your hair and body until you’re squeaky clean and practically shining, before toweling you off and dressing you in the clothes he’d set aside.
Your skin care is done and your hair is fixed flawlessly, nails cut, filed, and painted; everything is all done up by the man himself and he tops it all off with excited kisses and pictures now that you’re [mostly] awake.
6 am
After you’re ready for the day, Lucifer takes over and hides you away in his study, selfishly holding you on his lap as you both drink coffee to get properly started. The drink is as bitter as ever, lips glossy with the remnants of it as you both chat quietly.
He’s your soft start to the day, the calm before the lovable chaos, and the first born makes sure to whisper sweet words alongside the comforting crackle of the fireplace. His hour of alone time is lazy and physical, because he can’t go more than a few seconds without running his gloved hands over you.
If anything, he’s unwilling to let you go, but Lucifer knows it would throw a wrench into the day’s layout and cause more fuss than necessary— plus, he has some things to do before tonight, so he’ll let you go with a slow kiss.
7 am
You’re handed over into Beelzebub’s capable hands, ensured to be served with a filling breakfast. He’s more than excited to show you what he, personally, cooked for you (even if there are just a few bites out of some of it). His cheeks are stuffed and a cute little smile is spread across his cheeks as he points to all the things on your plate.
When your plate is spotless, and your tummy is full but not too full, Beel guides you on a small little walk around the house corridors to make sure you digest properly. He’s still eating, of course, but his pleased hums are filling the air comfortably, making for a nice atmosphere.
Your little walk ends at the entrance hall, where he bids you goodbye with a cozy little hug, and a promise that you’ll love every second of your special day.
8 am
With a hand at the small of your back, Satan leads you out of the house and straight to a bookstore, wanting to keep a slow start to the long day. With it having just opened, only the two of you and a few others are inside, giving plenty of room to stroll and browse (and goof around).
He points out things you’ve had your eye on, new editions that weren’t there the previous visit, or special copies that were for limited time. The fourth born wants at least two books in your hand and a little collectible maybe- or a bookmark. Can’t have too many.
Once he’s spoiled you a little, and after you’ve both pet the local cats outside, he’s reluctantly handing you over with a lingering kiss to your hand, and a promise to read one of your books together soon.
9 am
Levi took his place, fingers lacing with yours, as he raved about a nearby anime store, gushing over the items he saw online that reminded him of you. By the time you get there, you know every section that’s going to be inside, yet it’s still exciting as you get pulled in.
You both get lost in the cool merch, having to wave your hands over the stands or jump in place to find each other occasionally, but end up staying side by side for the most part, whisper-shouting with big smiles.
Leaving the store, there is a pretty good sized bag on your and his arm, but he couldn’t be more thrilled about the lightness of his wallet since he got to spend money on you. He takes your bag, and your previous bag, in a promise to tuck them safely in your room, before giving you a location.
10 am
Waiting for you outside of a small little amusement park is Diavolo, who is positively beaming in anticipation. He’s already got two colorful wristbands in hand, which he latches around your wrist, and lets you do the same to him, before heading inside.
There are rides of all kinds and he lets you choose each one of them, pointing out ones he thinks you’ll like as you pass. You play a few booth games, getting a pretty flame salamander plushie as a prize, or totally failing and having a good laugh.
His only request is the photo booth, which you both do two different times, to get a silly border and a normal border. He pouts a little as he walks you out, assuring you’d see him later, before leading you a few blocks back into the townsquare.
11 am
For lunch, Simeon takes you off the paths and to a somewhat secluded gazebo, where a sweet little picnic was spread out; celestial realm dishes were rationed onto baby blue plates, two shiny cups on either side, with polished silverware.
The breeze is just right as the two of you eat, chatting and sitting closer than usual. Butterflies go by, and your eyes follow, as you both take turns pointing out different kinds you see and what flowers they seem to like better.
You take your time neatly packing everything up, fingers brushing and shoulders bumping, before he parts with a, dare you say it, angelic kiss to your forehead.
12 pm
Luke, naturally, is in charge of dessert, promising a light, yet satisfying, treat as he leads you down the sidewalk and into a cute looking bakery. He wants you to save room for the many things that were cooked and baked for your party, so he gets a little pile of oreo balls and other small things like that.
He holds nothing back as he tells you how happy he is to be spending your birthday with you, how he’s so very glad he met you, and anything else along those lines. He has to get them all out now, just in case he doesn’t get the chance to later!
The sweet angel is nearly bouncing on the balls of his feet as he leads you to your next location, waving excitedly as he promises to help make your party one of a kind.
1 pm
You’re actually given to Raphael next, who’s standing outside of a library with that barely perceptible smile on his face. He explains that he wanted somewhere quiet and cozy to wind down with you, suggesting that you shouldn’t do too much before the big celebration.
The very back corner of the library becomes yours for now, complete with a pretty view of swaying trees. The archangel almost shyly asks if you’d sit closer, loosely holding your hand as he begins reading to you.
He stalls a bit at the end, toying with your fingers, before telling you that he’ll see you later…but he’d like to do this again, sometime, okay?
2 pm
Hocus Pocus becomes your next destination, Solomon wasting no time in wrapping an arm around you as you browse the store. It’s slow and unhurried and drawn out as he talks about certain items, explaining a few origins, and listens to how your day’s been so far.
He dabbles a bit in glittery, washable, body paint, joyously painting random shapes onto your skin (even rolling his sleeves up so you could return the favor). The sorcerer makes it a point to paint his name along your wrist, taking a picture of it, before helping you wash it all off.
With a quick spell, he takes away any aching your feet might have, or any sort of headache, teasingly kissing at your jaw, before wagging his fingers as he teleports you somewhere new.
3 pm
A familiar shade of gold greets you as you're sent sprawling out onto the Castle’s floors. Barbatos chuckles and chides Solomon’s delivery as he helps you up, dusting you off gently. He makes sure you’re alright, boldly carrying you anyway, regardless of your answer.
A soothing, palate cleansing, tea spread is set out on the table as he settles you into the chair, pouring it as delicately as ever, before joining you. Instead of adjacent, he sits beside you, eagerly listening to anything you have to say.
He may or may not cheat time, prolonging his alone time with you just a little, unwilling to let you go now that you both finally have a minute together. He does have much to get done still, however, and with a [deep] kiss, he politely escorts you through one of his portals.
4 pm
In the heart of the forest, amongst a wave of flowers, lies Belphie. He’s not asleep, but it’s clear he’s just woken up, as he gestures for you to come lay down, offering a peaceful break.
Instead of star gazing like usual, he settles for cloud gazing, lazily pointing up and whispering descriptions here and there. It’s serene and quiet and, in his opinion, the perfect way to kill time.
While he doesn’t want to get up, he does at least hug you and nuzzle close in a send off, watching you go, before flopping back down.
5 pm
Mephisto is more than ready, and honored, to be the one escorting you to your big birthday bash. He takes you on the long path through the forest, deciding that if the others got time alone, surely he could have his own slot, too.
He keeps close, talking about daily matters, continuing to take small detours as you both make your way through the Devildom. His eyes don’t leave your face much at all as he basks in the moment.
With a grand, flourishing gesture, he officially announces your arrival, and presents you to your birthday party!
6 pm
Confetti, balloons, changing led lights, and glitter are everywhere. There’s a long table with many presents littering the surface, and another one next to it with small party snacks and desserts. Music plays faint in the background, not really needed over the fun and chaos that comes from the party games picked out, or from the karaoke.
When the time comes, a cake as astonishing as the previous ones is brought out and magically lit up prettily. Voices harmonize as they all sing you happy birthday , none being able to fight the smile on their faces, but…you couldn’t either.
And as you circled around the cake, blowing out each of your candles, you wished for what you did every year since coming here: to always be able to stay with your boys.
With cake and presents over, it delves into more chaos as they all argue over a) who you’re going home with tonight (and that it would be no fair if Mephisto took you, since he’d have you alone), and b) if you went home with a group, who’s room you would be staying in (Solomon taunted Mammon so much, you swore he’d blow a gasket).
Oh, yeah. You loved them to death.
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