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Worth It: Part Two

I cannot believe the response part one of this lil macaron fic got. You guys inspired me to write the smutty part two, so here it is. I am not thinking about parts three and four already. Absolutely not, that is not a thing that you just read. Honestly though I could keep going but will I? That's the real question. I do love them, so it's a maybe at the moment lol. Once again tagging @lonely-north-star as requested and also @silverrings-n-prettythings because I saw your tags on the last part lol.

Mammon x Barbatos - read part one here!

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: It's all smut!!! Okay okay but seriously, oral and biting and making out and a lil bit of hair pulling... who's giving to who? I'm not telling, you'll just have to read it to find out mwahaha.

The minute the door to Barbatos’s bedroom closed, Mammon found himself pressed up against the wall. He gasped as he felt warm lips on his neck. The bedroom was dim and Mammon couldn’t see much of anything but odd shapes. It didn’t matter. He was focused entirely on the hands that were gripping his waist.

“What task did you abandon to come here?” Barbatos asked against his skin. His voice was low and heavy, rumbling through Mammon’s veins.

Mammon pulled in a breath. “Devildom Law,” he managed to say.

Barbatos chuckled. “I see,” he said. “Too dull?”

Mammon let his head fall against the wall behind him. “Why do they gotta make us write reports?”

Barbatos hummed thoughtfully. “Perhaps you simply need better motivation.”

Mammon was about to protest, but he gasped instead when Barbatos bit down on his neck. His already flushed face seemed to get hotter, if that was at all possible. More importantly, he was hard as a rock and he was both excited and nervous for Barbatos to notice.

Barbatos pressed his leg between Mammon’s thighs. Mammon grabbed his arms, fingernails digging into the exposed skin, as he tried to bite back a moan.

Barbatos paused in his movements, suddenly going quite still.

Mammon tried to gulp down air for a moment, feeling like he was going to overheat.

“You should return home and finish your report,” Barbatos said, his voice mild.

Mammon whined for a moment before swallowing the sound down. “Ya wouldn’t really do that to me, would ya?”

Barbatos traced Mammon’s jaw with his fingers. “Hmm. We both know what will happen if you fail Devildom Law again.”

Mammon shuddered involuntarily. Lucifer had been especially angry with him about it last time and made quite a few threats.

“I ain’t gonna fail again,” Mammon said.

Barbatos met his eyes and Mammon saw a soft, indulgent expression there. “You must promise me.”

Mammon flushed. Barbatos still had his leg softly pressing between Mammon’s thighs and the pressure was making him crazy. He would promise anything in that moment. “I promise,” he said.

“So quick to agree,” Barbatos said, amusement laced in his voice. “Do you wish for no reward in return?”

Mammon frowned at him. “What kinda reward?”

“If you like, you can consider this a preview,” Barbatos said, pressing up just a little.

Mammon gasped. He’d had enough teasing. He couldn’t take it anymore and he suddenly didn’t care if Barbatos knew how needy he was.

Mammon tightened his grip on Barbatos’s arms and turned with him so that their positions were reversed. Now Barbatos was pressed against the wall, though his expression remained one of amusement.

Mammon slid his hands down to Barbatos’s hips and pressed himself against Barbatos’s body, meeting his lips in a deep kiss that left no question of how he was feeling.

Barbatos responded easily, opening his mouth and meeting Mammon’s tongue with just as much intensity. He pulled Mammon closer by the nape of his neck before allowing his hand to push up into Mammon’s hair. He gripped and pulled Mammon’s head back, breaking the kiss just so he could run his tongue up Mammon’s throat.

Mammon sucked in large breaths, panting. “You’re makin’ me crazy,” he managed to say. “You’re doin’ it on purpose, too, ain’t ya?”

Barbatos pushed gently on Mammon’s chest, making him walk backwards for a bit. In the darkness of the room, Mammon had no idea where he was going, so he could only trust Barbatos to direct him.

When the bed hit the back of Mammon’s knees, he let himself fall onto it easily. Barbatos was on top of him in an instant, lips by Mammon’s ear.

“You have been making me crazy for too long already,” Barbatos said, his hand running up Mammon’s thigh. “Don’t you think it’s only fair that I return the favor?”

Mammon groaned as Barbatos’s fingers ghosted over his still clothed but painfully erect cock. “Whaddaya want me to do? Beg?”

Barbatos chuckled. “While I wouldn’t say it’s required, I certainly wouldn’t mind.”

Mammon gripped Barbatos’s biceps hard. “Barbatos,” he said, his voice gone high into a whine. “Please.”

He was thrilled to see the way a blush bloomed on Barbatos’s cheeks. Finally, he had flustered this stoic demon a little bit.

But Barbatos didn’t say anything. He ran one hand down Mammon’s chest and pulled open Mammon’s belt with the other hand.

Mammon squirmed beneath him in anticipation, nerves and impatience both bubbling up in him.

Barbatos freed Mammon’s cock from his clothes and Mammon bit his lip in an attempt to stay quiet as Barbatos touched him.

Barbatos glanced up at him. “You needn’t hold back,” he said. “No one will hear you.”

Mammon met his eyes. His senses were dulled from need and his guard was down. Quietly, he said, “You will.”

Barbatos tilted his head at this. “Is that a problem?”

Mammon covered his face with his hands. “It’s embarrassin’!”

Barbatos laughed softly. “I disagree. To be clear, I would love nothing more than to listen to you moan.”

Mammon was about to protest, but he found himself unable to speak as Barbatos put the tip of his cock in his mouth.

Mammon's hands flew into Barbatos’s hair, gripping and releasing as he tried not to pull too hard on it. But he was so overwhelmed by sensation as Barbatos proved to be an absolute master with his tongue that Mammon was finding it increasingly difficult to pay attention to what his hands were doing.

All concerns he had about being embarrassed flew out the window when Barbatos took the full length of his cock into his mouth.

Mammon arched his back and moaned. He had to cover his face with his arm because it was too much. He was sure Barbatos was too busy to notice anyway.

Mammon knew the second Barbatos lifted his mouth away that he had miscalculated. He should have known that Barbatos noticed everything.

And indeed, he felt a hand grip his arm and pull it down gently from his face.

Barbatos was looking down at him with a soft smile. “Please don’t cover your face,” he said.

Mammon couldn’t reply, only blushing more and wishing he could go back to covering his face.

Barbatos pulled on his arm again, making him sit up on the edge of the bed.

To Mammon’s great astonishment, Barbatos knelt between his knees and looked up at him. Barbatos reached up to cup Mammon’s cheek.

“I like to see you,” Barbatos said simply.

And then Mammon’s cock was back in his mouth and Mammon had to hold onto Barbatos’s shoulders for dear life. He moaned again and leaned forward, his hands spasming and twisting Barbatos’s shirt.

Barbatos looked up at Mammon’s red face through his bangs and when Mammon met his eyes, he almost came on the spot. He was overwhelmed by seeing his own desire reflected there.

The pleasure built as Barbatos concentrated on his task, his mouth tight and hot and wet, his tongue pulling the sensations from Mammon. He tried not to buck up his hips in response, but it was difficult.

Barbatos didn’t seem to mind and he never broke his pace, no matter how much Mammon moved and squirmed and moaned.

Mammon twisted his fingers harder into Barbatos’s shirt as he felt himself reaching the edge. He suddenly couldn’t stay quiet even if he wanted to.

“Ah,” he panted out. “B-Barbatos-! Ahh, I’m- it’s- I can’t-!”

Barbatos did not stop, did not slacken his pace, only continued on until Mammon was babbling incoherently. He couldn’t form words anymore, only letting out a cry as he came, his hips lifting involuntarily.

Mammon bent over Barbatos’s head, panting, his hands moving from Barbatos’s shoulders to his face.

Barbatos looked up at him and Mammon pulled him up just enough to kiss him. He could taste the salt of his own cum on Barbatos’s tongue. He bit down on Barbatos’s bottom lip, needing to taste more of himself.

Barbatos indulged him for a moment until he pulled away, leaving Mammon feeling empty and almost cold.

Mammon let out a low whine.

Barbatos chuckled. “You are quite needy, aren’t you?”

Mammon blushed and frowned. “L-like ya didn’t know that already…”

“Indeed, I have always been aware of your personality,” Barbatos said. He reached up and ran his knuckles down Mammon’s cheek. “You are greedy, as am I.”

Mammon stared at him in surprise for a moment.

But then Barbatos got to his feet and pulled Mammon up to his. Mammon nearly tripped as his pants were still halfway down, but Barbatos kept him upright. He yanked Mammon’s pants back up, even buckling Mammon’s belt for him.

“What-?” Mammon said.

“You must return to the House of Lamentation now,” Barbatos said. “I do believe you left a report unfinished.”

Mammon grabbed Barbatos’s hands. “But what about you?”

Barbatos smiled at him. “We will have plenty of time to continue when your report is done. Is that not enough motivation to complete it quickly?”

Mammon glared at him. “You’re messin’ with me, aren’t ya?”

Barbatos pretended to look offended. “I am merely looking out for you, Mammon. After all, if Lucifer follows through on his threats, I fear you would have to spend quite a bit of time recovering. You would be unavailable for… other activities.”

Mammon huffed. He stepped closer to Barbatos, leaning in to nibble at his ear for a moment before saying in a low voice, “I know ya think it’s fun to tease me like this, but ya better be prepared for what I’m gonna do when I’m done with that report.”

To Mammon’s immense satisfaction, Barbatos shivered ever so slightly. He straightened Mammon’s jacket. “Please finish your work quickly.”

Mammon practically ran home. Every single one of his brothers was confused about the way he locked himself in his room to work on his Devildom Law report. They speculated among themselves if maybe he was sick. Only Lucifer seemed unconcerned.

worth it part one | masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[torihakaraublog]

Obey Me! NB "Tears in the Devildom" Pop Quiz 💧

Completed this event the first day because I was so excited with the the preview 🤩

The cast was just perfect for this event! Barbatos focus with; Mephi, Mammon, Simeon, Solomon and Luke as supporting characters!

Lots of Mephi and Mammon interactions 💜 (One of my favorite ships so that's cool 😎 ✨️) Loved seeing the two of them bickering and hyping eachother up! 😆

Premise of the story was there was rumors of a ring called 'the Band of Tears' that would gain the powers of whoever's tears activated it. So, Solomon wanted to use Barbatos tears so the ring would gain time traveling powers. However, Barbatos wasen't sure how to cry.

The ring could be two different colours; red or blue. I picked blue cause tears.

Timelines:

In the first timeline (non-sparkle) Luke tries making spicy cookies. They don't work on Barbatos, but Mammon eats one and ends up activating the ring.

In the second timeline (sparkly) we look for the ring in the castle storage. Barbatos is accidentally put under an emotion changing spell that makes him cry. But we use the ring to go back in time and stop it from happening lol

Thought it was really funny how the group was slowly kicked out one by one till it was just us and Barbatos 🤣 - Mephi sleep spell and carried away by Solomon, Mammon and Luke became victims of a bright light spell and had to go wait in the hallway. I forgot what happened to Simeon 🤔 (Simeon was just kinda viking the whole event ~)

Barbatos made us a special cake at the end which was so sweet :3

Another highlight was Mammon tickling Barbatos then getting embarrassed about doing it 🤣

Of please Mephi! You touched something first and were knocked unconscious lmao

I'm really starting to fall in love with Mephi and that worries me...

Was trying to pull for Beel, but Bel butted in again 😤 it is a very pretty card tho so I ain't too mad. And I got two butler Lucifers!!

[spicyicetea]

So… I used to play Obey me a while back, but I finally decided to get back into it. You can thank Beel, I've always loved him. I decided that I'll open up my questions to any and all obey me related content but I also have a few ideas of my own I kinda want to write anyways.  I don't remember the plot of the original game that well. I know I could just go back and go through the chapters again, but I want to experience the game properly again so am currently waiting for the damn account deletion to be done so I can replay (Finally get to do it on the 19th). In the meantime,I've decided to start playing Nightbringer, I'm currently on Lesson 12, I don't remember what level though. I'm enjoying myself, Beel has been my focus since day one but seeing Diavolo in his demon form constantly… damn… ANYWAY!

Because I don't know the story as well as I generally know the characters, I have to make significant changes to the MC in my writing as I don't know all the vague lore you get about them every now and then. However, I've decided just blanking them out is too boring. A few complaints I've seen about x reader/xMCs is that they tend to be written with little to no significant personality, which makes sense to project upon but can become bland. I try to give my MCs different personalities and decide that I'll just do the same thing here. But, like more. I have one or two draft ideas but I'm still caught between them. I know I want to have the MC be an established character rather than a husk, it makes sense to have them be so blank for a game but it can sometimes make it hard to relate to such a blank slate in writing. (For me at least). Out of the drafts I've decided to go with, my first idea, which is to keep the Human MC but not have them be from the human world in the game. I was originally considering making the MC be from the real world, but to further differentiate the game MC to the way I want to write them, they're going to be from a world that is a bit more magical. It won't be blatantly in your face in the way of being overpowered or as strong as Solomon, but the MC isn't a pushover and doesn't like being disrespected. I suppose I should introduce our MC before posting the little preview to gauge interest. 

MEET MC:

Currently she is being represented by my persona, but there is 0 description of her appearance in the actual writing, well other than basic fem descriptors, tiddie and thicc thighs because I am a whore. Now you can kinda already see some vague lore with all the hands. As I mentioned before, this MC comes from a world with magic, including angels, demons and more. The five mentioned briefly in the drawing refers to some characters that help establish her backstory and why she is in the Devildom in the first place, they won't play key roles in the story itself, unless people are interested in who they are.

Obey me! x reader (slight Yandere/possessive behaviour)

Warnings: All writing on my page is either full Yandere or somewhat Yandere, with possessive tendencies. Many may include mentions of violence, swearing and sexual imagery. MDNI. Demons trying to stake their claim over you already.

Prologue kinda

The tip of my foot tapped against the tiles as I continued to whisk the frosting in the bowl, cradled in my arms. Swaying side to side to the tune I hummed under my breath, a soft tail curling around my ankle grounding me again. I look to my side with a smile, crouching down and running my free hand through the soft cats fur.

“Hiya Jiji, are you alright?” I cooed, my cat rolling onto her back.

I close my eyes in a smile as my fingers go to scratch between her ears, but instead brush against the cold floor. With a pout I open my eyes, only to stare at an unfamiliar floor. The air feels stagnant and keeps catching in my throat, randomly appearing somewhere else armed with only a whisk and a bowl of frosting would do that to someone though. At the sound of a loud “Ahem” I slowly rose from my hunched of position.

“Who are you?” A stern voice called from behind me, clearly not happy to have a visitor.

Biting my lip nervously I turned on my heels to face them only to be met with a hoard, oh wait group is the appropriate word. Scanning over their horns and defensive posture, they must be demons… but I had never seen any demons like them back home. Speaking of home, I don’t recognise this place at all from hell when I’d visit to do business. My eyes darted to the bracelet on my wrist, the charms dangling there and not responding as I pressed on them.

“Damn it…” I muttered under my breath.

“I’ll ask again, who are you?” The voice asked again far more forcefully.

I dropped my arm back to my sides as I looked up at the demons. Upon a second glance, it was clear that three of them weren’t demons but angels, well one seems to be human but a shady one at that. Despite the suffocating anxiety settling in, I bit my lip and debated my options. Dying in a foreign hell didn’t seem too nice right about now.

‘Remember Y/N, when meeting anyone, no matter their status, act polite and formal. It has the lowest likelihood of backfiring.’ A voice echoed in my mind.

As much as I hated it when… he decided to implant thoughts in my memory, they were often useful. Heeding the voice’s advice I promptly bowed, straightening my posture as a rose again.

“My name is Y/N, I’m a human.”

“Y/N? Human? How intriguing, how is a human like you here?” The man beside the first laughed, placing a hand on the stern one’s shoulder as he spoke.

As if sharing the same thought, the all turned to the white haired human before he chuckled awkwardly and shook his head.

“Don’t look at me, this isn’t my doing, I don’t know anyone named Y/N.”

I just stood silently, watching as they devolved into bickering, the red-head who had addressed me before standing aside with another man, entertained my their squabbles. That was until I received a firm poke to my shoulder. I jolt at the sudden contact, smacking them on the cheek with the whisk still in my hand.

“Oh, can I?” The ginger asked, motioning to the bowl tucked under my arm.

I raised a bow and just held the whisk up at his face, him leaning forward and licking the frosting off, starting blankly at me before changing to a content smile and licked the rest of the frosting off of it.

“Mmm, sweet, did you make this?”

“Huh? Well, yes?”

He nodded, grabbing my shoulders and turning to face the group, his yelling grabbing their attention.

“Lucifer! We’re keeping her!”

“What?! No we’re not!”

“I think it’s an amazing idea, Lucifer! She can move into the spare room in the House of Lamentation!”

“Diavolo… yes sir.” Lucifer sighed.

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And that’s how I ended up here, sat on a bed that was apparently now mine while a demon cooed and painted my nails.

“Ah, you look so adorable Y/N-chan,” Asmodeus sang, admiring my now dry nails.

It had only been a day since I had been… given refuge in this house, and it was already exhausting. The brothers seemed to not trust me, yet clung to me whenever I went into shared living spaces. I’ve been jumped on, bit and two of the brothers even started yelling at each other when their “Y/N schedule” overlapped. It wasn’t all bad though. The brothers weren’t the only ones present at the time and the others seemed to stick around.

As Asmodeus dragged me by my arm out of the room into the library, I gulped as all eyes drew to us, their hungry stares sending shivers up my spine. As my eyes met a pair of friendly gold ones, a grin spread on Diavolo’s face, ushering me over.

“Ah, Y/N, are both of you done with your pampering? Come sit with us!” Diavolo grinned, patting his thigh.

I walk over to sit between him and Barbatos, standing waiting for an opportunity to sit down. Both of them looked at each other with a smirk, Diavolo leaning back and patting his thigh again.

“Come, what has you hesitating?” He grinned.

“Wait, you want me to… sit on-“

Diavolo leant forwards, intertwining our fingers as he pulled me towards himself, using his other hand to spin me around and sit me on his thigh. I tense up, hands shooting to sit in my lap. His hands stay on my hips, rubbing up and down my sides as he casually continued to speak to brothers.

“Lucifer, have you thought about our previous discussion?”

“Yes, my brothers and I would be more than able to monitor her at RAD.”

“Wait what?” I ask, turning back to look at Diavolo.

He just chuckled and leant forwards, his chin resting on my shoulder.

“Well, you must be here for some reason even if you’re unaware, so we’ve decided to let you stay. To help you integrate into the Devildom we’re enrolling you in RAD, the Royal Academy of Diavolo. Lucifer and his brothers will look after you during your stay, so if any problems come up, please do tell them. I don’t mind if you come visit Barbatos and I though, I can always make time for… special guests.”

His horns rubbed against the back of my neck as his grip tightened when the other brothers come into the library. Yeah… this is going to be a stressful stay.

Yay finally managed to copy past this without my tumblr having a stroke. I hope you people like this, I’m down horrendous for these men and really want an excuse to write for these characters. The relationships will build quickly and each new update will focus on a character primarily, perhaps with nsfw? Idk depends on how well you all take this. There are some characters I think would make sense to get close to first in this so I’ll make it up to y’all. As much as I want Diavolo sadly I don’t think, going down the harem route, that he’d be the first one you offically started dating, he’d probably be either after or just before Lucifer to be honest.

[angelgoeslewd]

rumors. [preview]

since it's been a while since i last posted, i thought it would be nice to share some of the fics I've been working on!

🔮 summary: there's been swirling tales of your... developing relations with Solomon, the feared sorcerer of the Devildom.

⚠️ warnings: preview is sft, fic will most likely be nsft // 18+ content

lithe, pale fingers emerge from under the desk, his skin tone set off by sleeves void of color, making them look almost sickly. were they cold? almost certainly they hid some intention, but the master's face told nothing, a bored look set upon it, lips pursed, other hand resting under his chin, as his eyes ran over the back of your head; for now, the Great Sorcerer Solomon, the feared magic welder of the Devildom, simply reached out and grabbed a strand of your hair.

the other demons in the classroom tensed, knowing how he could do anything he wanted, all of them watching his every move out of the corners of their eyes, just in case…

but you seemed clueless, idly scribbling the lesson on the board in your notebook, as his fingers twirled in your hair, gentle now but capable of so much more. you didn't seem to feel the spark of tension in the air, his fingers fiddling with your hair, as all of your peers held their breath, waiting for some trick: waiting, watching, wondering.

they treated him as one would a wild animal, cautious and with their hackles raised. it was almost humorous, seeing how they were expecting such calamity over his small movement. it brought a smile to Solomon's face, as he moved his eyes to look at them. all the heads watching snapped back to acting busy, pretending like they weren't going to jump him a second ago. Solomon almost laughed. their intentions and opinions so obviously clear, was it any wonder he found it to be amusing to play with? he kept his fingers in your hair, even when his other picked up a pencil and began to write as the teacher changed the board, never letting on to you what he was doing. but everyone else knew. they all saw.

and the rumors began.

[sparklecryptid]

me? finally writing that obey me fic? surely not

anyway preview below

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His mother, Lucien thinks, would be rolling in her grave if she knew what he was considering. The proposal itself is simple, stay in Hell – or the Devildom as it’s known in polite society – for a year to see if he can survive it then write a report on what the Prince of Hell could do better to make the Devildom safer for the humans that come for the exchange program.

It's not a bad deal, it is essentially a paid vacation. Lucien has been assured that his living expenses in the Devildom will be paid for and that he’d be provided room and board as well as the protection the humans would receive. It’s a good deal. There is even a clause in the contract that states that the prince himself will provide protection from Lucien’s demonic heritage should the need arise.

An addition to make the contract more appealing to Lucien given his heritage – being a cambion is all fun and games until someone wants you dead – but the clause makes Lucien laugh all the same. His father is dead, there is no one Lucien needs protection from. Even if there is, Lucien thinks he’s powerful enough to take care of himself.

His father had gifted him might and magic through his blood and favour. Lucien's lack of fear may be restless, but he thinks it's justified given the protection he would have from others and his own abilities. If push came to shove, Lucien could always leave.

Teleportation, Lucien quietly asserts, is the best form of magic ever invented.

There is still a part of him that hesitates, that stills his hand when it goes to reach for a pen.

Stay hidden, his mother had told him, Stay safe. Stay alive. Please, you need to stay alive.

Well, staying hidden hadn’t worked out, but Lucien is still alive. If he was smart, he would put the pen away and write a thank you but no thank you letter to Diavolo.

The stars outside Lucien’s window shine brighter than they have in years. They remind Lucien of the misadventures of his youth, of skirting laws and traveling through realms he was never supposed to set foot in.

Outside the moon glows, the stars shine, and inside his small home Lucien decides to visit Hell.

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[olivia-willo-w]

GUYSSS WANT A SNEAK PEAK TO THE STORY I'M MAKING ON QUOTEV?!

You were on a  small hunt for some desserts, snacks, you name it. You saw some sugar cookies across the street and you almost couldn't help but mentally drool at the sight of it. But since your the reckless person you are, you were holding your phone playing Obey me! One master to rule them all whole crossing the street. And how luck does not like to go your way, you walked a bit to slow and the little green human turned red. And if you can already guess, "CRASH!!" The collision of a truck slamming into your side as your body throws itself to the left. You didn't feel any pain in your final moments, and you wondered why. *Gosh...This is like every isekai scene what-? But if it is...Please... If the gods can hear me let me teleport to Obey me as the MC with all my memories.... Please... ​​​​​​* those were your final thoughts before you passed out on the cold, hard, concrete. 

When you woke up again, you found yourself in strangely familiar room, you jolted at a sudden loud sound that echoed around the room. "Welcome to the Devildom, Miss (Y/N)!" You spun you head towards the sound, noticing Diavolo and Lucifer standing in front of you. *No way... I'm actually in The Devildom from Obey Me?! Thank you isekai gods..." You thought to yourself quietly before acted as if you were nervous or scared. "W-where am I?! Who are you?!" You acted, staggering back slightly. Surprisingly, no one seemed to realize it was an act. 

(End of preview)

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[leafwritings]

Hey everyone, just letting you know I'm not dead! Holidays had me busy and I wasn't able to post anything over the months but I do have 4 asks I'm working on and 2 close to finishing. After that though ask box will be close to work on some ideas I'm wanting to test out, but in the meantime just hang in there and I will have something out soon! So for now I have a preview of what ask I'm working on now so, please enjoy!

Preview:

Living in Devildom was bumpy for you. Not knowing the people or the culture was tough to grip onto and was difficult to get comfortable with. You knew very little so you had to base most of your knowledge on luck and experience.

So the moment when Lucifer brought up that one of your many responsibilities when living in The House of Lamentation was cooking you were essentially doomed. Sure, you knew the basics of cooking and remembered a couple of recipes from the human world yet, devildom food was a fresh ball game for you.

Like, what the hell is a Roasted Havoc Devil? Hell if you knew frankly, but it was something you were expected to learn unless you'd want Lucifer walking around with a stick up his Prideful ass.

Though you tried your best... But of course, it did not turn out as planned.  Instead, you dished out a meal that was less than palatable to consume. That day you all ended up ordering takeout instead, which none were complaining about.

But you were still pretty disappointed that your first devildom recipe was a letdown.

You exhaled tiredly while walking to the kitchen. It was once again your day for dinner and you were less than siked to cook again, take out twice in a row was something you were expecting this time around.

You stepped into the kitchen, letting your feet graze the cold tile, prepared to make what hellish devildom meal that looks manageable. 'Here goes nothing' you hyped. You turned to the nearest wall I'm search of the apron hanging on the wall, once found you lift it off the hook. The opening was just close to your head but was halted when you heard a humming tune behind you.

There stood a familiar demon, working there way around the kitchen with a small tune humming on his lips.  It was a sweet tune, putting your mind at ease about what was to come, but as much as you like to remain and listen to the humming you had dinner to prep.

You cleared your throat to make yourself known, you caught him off guard as he jumps to an alert stance before rotating his head in your direction. "Hello (Name)." he greeted at your presence. "Hey." you lazily wave at him. He chuckled at your small gesture. " I am assuming you're coming in to prepare for dinner?"  he quipped.

You gave a nervous laugh at the reminder. "Yeah, right...Dinner. That's what I'm here for, heh." It had to be done, but it doesn't explain why he is in the kitchen. "But if I'm the one that's supposed to be making dinner why are you here? And cooking for that matter?" you questioned.

"Well I was craving a favorite dish of mine and thought I could make some before dinner." he clarified. "Oh, well it does sound good, and smells good too!" "I doubt you'd like it, it's a devildom dish. It is not as tasteful to humans as it is to demons." he chimed.

That is when a sudden concept came to your senses. Making you smile gleefully at your newfound goal.

"Well, you never know. Do you think you can teach me?"

[fregget-frou]

RaaaaAAAAA trying to do a thingy to combine my artstyle with other ppl so I tried @loafbud ‘s because AAAAAAAA/pos they have such amazing art and I’ve been following them for a few years and arthhhhjgk

I love it SO I DREW SOME CHARACTERS FROM MY OBEY ME AU specially the vexin which is basically a wizard family but like. You gatekeep each other. Idk.

Here’s the first 4/13!

Hen is the head of the family and he is so o tired and specialized in dark arts and eldritchical magiks. Eden is the second born and mainly focuses on doing nothing because she doesn’t care!! She is good at fireball tho

Versai will remind you of Dionysus and follows the house of Asmodeus, specializing in mind magic and such. He also does not do much. Mozieus has devoted herself to the house of Bielzebub and she is currently the accounting manager, she lives in the devildom mostly :>

Link to the rest

Here’s the full sketch :p for a preview of characters

[delphi-dreamin]

Hello, lovelies! Guess what we managed to do?

🥳 200 followers!! 🥳

Thank you all so much for hanging out with me here! I love you all so much! 💖

I'd wanted to do an event to celebrate, but life is really hectic right now. So, as a thank you, take a little sneaky peak under the cut for a special preview of a little something I started working on! (NSFW under the cut~)

It’s been a hell of a week when Delphi finally settles into her moon chair with a sigh, camera and ring light set up just a few feet away and a selection of colorful silicone toys spread out on the table beside her just out of frame. She’d started this as a way to earn some extra money while in the Devildom, but it had quickly become a nice stress-reliever for her. She normally streams on Saturdays, but will do the occasional members-only stream during the week if she needs to let off some extra steam.

She makes sure she’s settled the way she likes before clicking the ‘on’ button on the remote for her camera, smiling through her lashes. “Hello, darlings, and welcome back. It’s Saturday night, which means it’s time for our regular rendezvous. Tonight, I thought I’d do something a little different for you all because I’ve had a really rough week. But we’ll get to that in a bit. For now…” She grabs a light blue ombre dildo from her table, bringing its slightly pointed head to her lips and sighing, “I’ve been waiting for this all day…”

☆☆☆

From behind his laptop in his darkened office, Lucifer inhales sharply through his nose, watching as the exchange student closes her eyes and takes the frankly massive dildo between her lips. It makes his mouth water and his dick twitch, watching her swallow the thing down to its base. He resigned himself long ago to the fact that he would have to settle for this, settle for watching her pleasure herself on the internet for the entirety of the Devildom to see. It doesn’t stop his mind from wandering, though.

Doesn’t stop him from imagining what that lovely mouth would feel like wrapped around him, what pretty noises she would make swallowing down his length.

[obeymezine]

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[lizmindpalace]

Dangerous.

An Obey me! Fanfic. - Preview.

Summary: The leader of Hell's, also known as "Devildom", government, who's also the next on the royal succession to the throne has always trusted on his right hand, the most powerful demon only behind himself, Lucifer, nevertheless, that reliance will be numbed by the next king's plans, and by the newcomer, who he ordered to bring home.

Inspired by the song "Dangerous" by The vamps.

Warnings: None so far but darker than the game.

Pairing: Lucifer x MC

Like or comment if you want to be tagged in the chapters!

Find it on AO3

[bestboybarbatos]

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About the Blogger

Hullo, I'm Moth, or at least that's what you can call me. I was once a writer and artist, but I'm terribly out of practice at both. I'm hoping to rekindle those old passions, and collect what comes forth here on this lil side blog. I have a long time interest in demons, to the point of weird obsession, and frankly it was nice of Solmare to make an otome game catering specifically to that. I may also write for Arcana Twilight, since the devs aren't.

This is ultimately a fandom blog. It's multifandom, but like... compartmentalized, ya know? Same platform and genera and what not. More might come into the mix over time if I find another game with particularly interesting characters.

My favourite characters from each game are Barbatos Obey Me and Vega Arcana Twilight. I inexplicably like the little shit queen of hearts in Twisted Wonderland as well, but I'm not happy about it and hold a personal grudge against Disney so I don't know if that'd ever even go anywhere.

Masterlist

Categories will be updated per fandom, category, and character, once relevant works are posted. Writing will likely be cross-posted to AO3 and art might be posted on DeviantArt, if I can ever be assed enough to learn how to use it again.

Arcana Twilight

Art

Nothing Here Yet!

Fanfiction

Nothing Here Yet!

Headcanons

Nothing Here Yet!

Requests (Currently CLOSED)

Nothing Here Yet!

Obey Me! Shall We Date?

Art

Nothing Here Yet!

Fanfiction

Nothing Here Yet!

Headcanons

Nothing Here Yet!

Requests (Currently CLOSED)

Nothing Here Yet!

Ideas and Works in Progress

A place for me to make notes of things I'd like to make, and give you guys a preview of what might come!

Arcana Twilight

I have a fic I want to write that hops through several games with one of my OC's that starts here. OCxVega, though gets poly after the Arcana Twilight arc. The OC is a fem-presenting enbie named Nova.

Obey Me! Shall We Date?

Witchling!AU - OCxBarbatos

Ultimately a soulmate AU with a lot of extra nonsense. Follows an OC from prior to her arrival to the devildom to... whenever I get sick of writing it tbh. OC is named Merry, and the concept of gender escapes her. Set in a vaguely medieval times in some version of the human world, either just before or just after the Demon King took the big sleep. Merry is something called a witchling, and boy is the church pissed about that. Some nonsense happens and she's brought to the devildom at age 5 or so and taken in by the brothers. More canon depiction of the characters than Culture Shock will have.

Culture Shock - OC!MCxEveryone

Obey Me: Poly, Fucked Up, Monsterfucker Edition. If you really think about it, there's a decent amount of morally dubious activities in canon, but it's hidden under a rosy veneer of ooey gooeyness. I'd like that veneer to not be there and there to be a lot more fucked up shit happening in literal hell. I'd like demons to be much more different than humans than they're depicted in the game. One part brutal retelling, one part Yandere AU, I guess lol. OC MC isn't named yet because I'm looking for something Thematically Appropriate, but they're a goth gremlin child raised by a single father who's interest in the occult rubbed off on his spawn. They took a nosedive into demonolatry in high school, but slowly distanced themselves after the more physical world made it hard to focus on that. So yeah, more demonic demons, more esoteric angels, an AFAB goth dommy mommy MC, an exploration of the fucked up cultures of heaven and hell, and Too Much Smut, all wrapped up in the package of the exchange program.

Body headcanons for everyone, canon and Culture Shock versions

Personal spaces headcanons for everyone

Will probably open requests for this pretty quickly, as all I want to do is think about demons.

[simplyotometrash]

Hello! May I please request the brothers with a MC who just can't open recipients to save their lives? Like, they're always struggling to open a water bottle, or a pot or whatever. Thanks!!

As someone who struggles to open pickle jars CONSTANTLY, this is something I felt deep within my heart.

Brothers x gender-neutral MC

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

MC Struggles to Open Things

Lucifer:

You hated the writing system in the Devildom.

More specifically, you hated having to dip your pen into an inkwell to write.

Why the fuck didn't they have normal pens or pencils? It felt so archaic compared to what you were used to in the human world.

What you struggled with even more, however, was trying to open ink bottles.

The caps were so tiny, you'd think it'd be easy!

You sat in Lucifer's study with him, his pen scratching away at the paperwork he had to finish.

His focus was not on his work, however. He couldn't help but notice you struggling with your bottle of ink.

He let out a low chuckle and took the bottle from your hands with ease.

"MC, if you cannot open something then brute force isn't going to get you anywhere. If you managed to open it the way you were holding it, the ink would have gone everywhere."

You puffed and rolled your eyes. You knew he could open the bottle with ease.

"I hate these things. I don't see why you guys don't have regular pens or pencils here. I can't open ink bottles without help."

He leaned over to kiss your temple softly.

"Then ask me for help, don't be a dummy."

He twisted the small cap off and set your bottle down in front of you.

"You get quite stubborn when it comes to asking for help. Stubborn pride, perhaps?"

You snorted and nudged him with your elbow. "Guess we're a perfect match then, eh?"

Mammon:

The two of you were out on a date.

Dates with Mammon tended to be very high energy if you didn't have an actual plan.

Today you guys had a plan. You went to the movies. There was a brand new film in theaters that Mammon was absolutely dying to see.

You guys got your popcorn, candy, and drinks and sat down in your seats.

This sounds like a great time, right? Wrong. The drinks, for some ungodly reason, were in cans unless you got water.

And you had a really hard time with the tabs on soda cans.

You tried to open it during the previews to no avail. You just couldn't get any leverage!

You would have asked Mammon to open it, but the movie started before you had the chance. You didn't want to be rude to other patrons.

So you thought you'd be able to get through the movie without your drink.

You were dead wrong.

It was halfway through the movie, you'd eaten too much salty popcorn, and your mouth was dying.

"Mammon," you whispered in the softest voice manageable. "I can't get my drink open."

"Why didn't ya ask me before the movie started?" He whispered back, though his tone was louder.

He took your can and popped it open for you, the loud hiss and crack earning several shushes from the demons nearby.

Mammon did start sipping on your drink because he had finished his, so you had to share that small can of soda with him.

You noticed a subtle change after that date.

Mammon would always open soda cans for you before you ever even tried. He would often open your drinks before his own.

Leviathan:

Your boyfriend was a known collector of all things related to his favorite fandoms and idols.

That now included cards. Think something along the lines of Pokemon cards except without the game aspect. They were purely for collection purposes.

These cards were all Ruri-chan cards. His absolute favorite.

That's why you two were swimming in card packs that he had bought in bulk the day they released.

"MC!! You should help me open these! We can sort them and put them into these awesome binders I got for them together!"

How could you deny that look of pure joy? Levi being excited was something you loved sharing. He was so cute!

But what was not cute was how you were struggling to open even one card pack. There wasn't much room to get a good grip to tear the packs open.

Levi had opened fifteen packs while you were struggling on your third.

"Levi," you whined and held the pack out, "I'm having a hard time opening the packs!"

He resisted the temptation to call you a normie as he showed you the best way to open the pack. "If you can't open them, then you can sit over here on my other side and sort them instead!"

Satan:

There had been a stray cat hanging around the House of Lamentation.

You and Satan were BEYOND excited. Lucifer agreed not to scare it off so long as you didn't bring it inside.

Naturally, you guys stocked up on supplies and rushed home to play with your new outdoor pet.

"Open one of those cans of wet food. I bet she's starving. Oh, we need to name her. And I need to text Solomon to come over right now."

Satan was practically vibrating with excitement. No one could rival his love for cats.

It was honestly so cute.

You picked up one of the wet food cans that had one of those supposedly easy open pop lips, like a soda can, and went to open it.

But you couldn't pry the tab up enough to get your finger underneath. You didn't even have long enough nails to help you with it!

"MC, everything okay," he asked, not looking up from the cat as he dangled a toy above her head.

"Yeah...well, I mean, I'm having a hard time getting this pull-tab to lift up. I can't get enough leverage!"

He chuckled and grabbed the can, popping it just enough so that you could peel it back.

"There. We can say we worked together to feed her."

You smiled and shook your head. You dumped the food into a bowl and put it down for your new cat.

You planned on bringing a knife or fork outside with you when you fed the cat so you didn't have to ask for help again.

Asmodeus:

The two of you were in his room with a brand new haul from your latest shopping trip.

Asmo wanted the newest nail polish that was on the shelves. Color-shifting nail polish!

"Pick whichever one you want, sweetheart, I can't wait to see how it looks on nails! I'm very excited to use the pink to teal on my nails personally."

You really liked the burgundy to purple when you saw the swatches in the shop, so that was the one you were going with.

Everything was all set up on a little table next to Asmo's bed. You figured you'd go ahead and open the nail polish now to make it easier.

Except it wouldn't open.

Try as you might, you couldn't get the cap to twist!

If it were your nail polish, you would have tried using your teeth. It wasn't yours, though. It belonged to your boyfriend.

"Asmo," you said in defeat. "I can't open the nail polish."

He laughed, petting your hair lightly before taking the nail polish.

"Normally you have trouble if there is dried nail polish on the rim. I suppose today you were just cursed to struggle with new nail polish, too!"

He was teasing you, but it was hard to be mad when he swooped in and gave you a sweet kiss.

He opened the nail polish with ease and sat across from you.

"Now, how about we get started with these nails?"

Beelzebub:

You were frustrated and upset. It was silly, but you were.

All you wanted were some pickles.

Why was this so upsetting though? Surely it wasn't that big of a deal. Had all the pickles in the house been eaten?

No! It was even worse than that! You were trying to open a brand new jar of pickles and the damn lid wouldn't budge.

You had tried everything you could think of!

Nothing was making that lid budge.

You tried using a butter knife to break the seal. It had no effect on the pickle jar.

You found rubber bands because that was a trick you had heard of back home. Failure.

You even tried gently whacking the lid against the edge of the counter!

Nothing was working!

Then came your saving grace. The person who wouldn't make fun of you for your plight. Your boyfriend. Beelzebub.

"Beel! I need help! I can't open this damn jar!" You eagerly handed it to him and he laughed, ruffling your hair with one hand.

He gave the jar a quick twist and the lid popped open as if it hadn't been stuck on there for ages.

"There you go, pumpkin. I just finished my afternoon workout, so how about we grab a few more snacks and go watch a movie together?"

Belphegor:

You had managed to sneak out of bed where you were napping with Belphegor.

It had been a really long day. Too many tests for your liking and then some after-school activities that you got roped into without anyone even asking if you wanted to join.

Belphie, true to form, suggest you guys nap in the attic for a while. He even gave you a back massage to help you unwind.

But you woke up sometime later absolutely parched.

Your throat was drier than the fucking Sahara.

It took a lot of effort to sneak away from Belphie's hold, but you managed to do it successfully.

Now you were faced with another problem.

You couldn't open your bottle of water.

You couldn't find anything small enough to wedge in there to break the plastic ring and no amount of twisting was working.

So you had to shake your boyfriend awake.

He cracked an eye open, grumbling crankily at you. "What is it?"

"I can't open this."

He blinked before he began howling with laughter. Despite laughing at you, he took your water and opened it for you.

"There, MC. I can't believe you had such a hard time with that."

What a little shit.

[thewritetofreespeech]

I loved your Touch My Wings fic for the angel bois ❤️. Can you please do another fluffy thing for Simeon? There isn't enough for him.

Awwww! Thank you so much! I’m glad you enjoyed it ^_^

Here is a small fic based off one of the chat pop-ups. When Simeon took up sketching again.

“Simeon! Are you ready to go?” You call cheerfully as you let yourself into his room.

“In a minute [Y/N]!” He called back from his ensuite. Clearly still getting ready. “Just make yourself comfortable and I’ll be right there.”

You plop yourself on one of the couches to wait. The two of you had plenty of time to make it to the movie, so there was no rush.

Entertaining yourself by looking around the room, your eyes land on a leather-bound book on the end table you hadn’t seen before. Curious if it was a new book he was reading, you picked it up and started looking through the pages. All of which were pictures.

“Hey Simeon, what’s this?” You ask as you heard him come into the room.

“Oh that? It’s my new sketch book.” He replied with a bright smile. “I’ve decided to take it up again. For fun and to help with my writing. It’s always easier to have a point of reference when I’m trying to create a picture with words. Plus, the Devildom has such fascinating things you can’t find anywhere else!”

That you had to agree with. As you flip through the pages you come across pages of various reference sheets and doodles. Some are more established than others, like a beautiful picture of a Midnight Orchid and the courtyard at the school. There are even some drawings of people. Different students, Solomon, Luke, even a few of the brothers.

As you flip through you suddenly land on a stand alone picture of familiar face. “Is that….me?”

Simeon suddenly seemed to realize what page you were on, and he blushed while rubbing the back of his head. “Well…yes. When I was thinking of the hero in my next book, I suddenly realized that I was envisioning you. I hope you’re not offended.”

You didn’t know what to say. You were incredibly flattered. One, by the fact that Simeon thought of you as some lead character role, and two, by the beautiful picture he had drawn of you. Did he really see you this way? Almost ethereal looking and serene?

“No. I’m not offended. I’m really honored that you took the time to sketch me. You’re an amazing artist?” Simeon smiled with more confidence. “Shall we get going to the movie? I know you hate it when we miss the previews.”

“Oh yes,” he agreed, “let’s get going.”

[technicolor-rhapsody]

MADE IN HEAVEN

Fandom: Obey Me! Shall We Date?

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Corruption, Angel/Demon Relationship, Slow Burn, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Religious Guilt, Polyamory, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

You are an angel under the watch and care of the seraph Ariel. Together the two of you oversee nature and all of God's creations. However, one day you get assigned some new responsibilities: deliver messages to and from the Devildom or as you have come to know it, Hell. At first you're wary about the task. Yet this could be the opportunity to finally prove yourself to everyone.

The job is not as simple as you wished. Slowly you start spending more and more time below. What's worse is you starting to grow attached to the demons you've met.

Chapter 1 Preview:

"Am I in trouble?" You ask, wide eyed as you stare up at Ariel.

Your mentor glances down at you with a soft smile. Despite it there is concern in her turquoise eyes. "No, no precious. It's nothing like that." Glorious wings flitter causing a couple of stray feathers to flutter into the air. "As far as I'm aware Gabriel just wanted to speak with you."

The two of you are making your way down the extravagant halls of one of the various cathedrals of the Celestial realm.

"Just him?"

"Eh, well no...I believe Michael will be there as well. Along with Raphael."

You can't help the groan that slips past your lips nor the pout that spreads across your face. "Noooo....Michael hates me! And I always feel so intimidated by him." It wasn't uncommon for Michael to be feared by a majority of the lower ranks. What was odd was how he seemed more distant at your mere existence. You aren't sure why. In all your time around him, you've been nothing but respectful and civil --- even attempting to be friendly. Those attempts were squashed.

Worse of all, it seemed as though you were a black sheep among your peers with a few exceptions.

Ariel stops and gently grabs your shoulders. Her expression has softened. "It's going to be alright." Her voice is soothing like a lullaby. Long strands of fluffy, caramel hair tickle your nose as she leans down towards you. "You are loved just as much as anyone else. Fear not, precious lamb." Hands move from your shoulders to your face; her thumbs tenderly stroking your cheeks. 

You close your eyes and relax at the touch. A tranquil warmth spreads through your body. An inhale and exhale of breath helps center your mind.

Your beloved mentor has been the most caring, supportive and patient person to you. Words could never describe the love as well as appreciation you felt towards her.

When you open your eyes, you give the elder a nod which earns you a grin and a pat on the head.

The humongous, ornate doors are pushed open with ease. There you find Raphael, Michael and Gabriel lounging about and talking amongst themselves. Their chatter stops the second you and Ariel step foot into the room. All eyes (at least you're assuming Michael is looking at you) turn towards you.

Full chapter on AO3