#obey me asmodeus

[fairwish]

This is literally Obey Me

Imagine getting scary dog privilege from being with your F/O! Whether it's because they outright look dangerous, or they have a notorious reputation that surrounds them, imagine the high feeling you'd get walking next to them. Imagine nobody ever daring to mess with you, because how could they, with your F/O always by your side. Imagine a crowd separating to allow you both to walk through, your F/O's arm over your shoulder. If someone ever did dare to give you a hard time, the moment your F/O walked up to your side, the person would no doubt begin falling all over themselves to apologize and run off. Just scary dog privilege stuff!!

proship dni

[thedemonsnightmare]

Them asking you out for the first time

Lucifer-

He asked you to come visit his office so serious you thought you were in trouble but you decided to go anyways because there is no use to hide he will find you in the end. As you enter he smiles at you gently telling you to sit down which makes it clear there are no trouble. As you sit down he looks at you gently asking if you want to go on a date with him.

Mammon-

He comes over to you demanding to speak with you alone. As you two are alone he crosses his arms telling you he will take you to the casino or restaurant. When you look confused he just tells you it’s a date and you can’t turn him down otherwise he will be a pouty and annoying person for weeks.

Leviathan-

He just casually asks you to come into his room play some games with him but when you enter he isn’t already sitting there and waiting with the game on he is standing next to the door smiling nervously as he gives you some chocolate asking up you if you would go on a date with him being all red while he does so.

Satan-

He tells you he wants to ask you something in private. As you two are alone he stands there taking a deep breath before asking you out gently as he holds a card he wrote for you giving it. (He found out how to ask people on a date with books obviously)

Asmodeus-

Let’s be honest Asmo has a lot of experience in asking people out so he makes sure to set the most romantic thing ever to ask you on a date and afterwards he admits that you are the only one he ever tried so hard preparing everything.

Beelzebub-

Comes to your room asking if you want to go to a restaurant with him in that moment before making clear that he doesn’t ask it as a friend but in a romantic way not that it wasn’t obvious by the way he said it.

Belphegor-

Actually asks you out while you two are cuddling together in his bed. You thought he was asleep but he is half asleep but somehow still fully awake which you just shouldn’t question.

[ur-dad-satan]

WHB and OM character "comparison"

This means fuck all. I like all of these characters, I'm just making some silly little laughs. I also don't know the personalities of most of the WHB kings, so this is based on pure vibes. <3

Lucifer:

These two would NOT associate. WHB Luci would think he's too good to talk to OM Luci and OM Luci would feel like WHB Luci is too pretentious. However, if you give them alcohol, they'll trauma bond and become best friends <3

Mammon:

OM Mammon would be SO fucking jealous of WHB Mammon for so many reasons. WHB Mammon literally has gold dripping from his feet and has so much money he doesn't know that gold is expensive, meanwhile OM Mam has as much debt and WHB Mam has money. OM Mam would have a fucking stroke in Tartos also.

Leviathan:

OM Levi would be so intimidated by this man it's ridiculous, and WHB Levi would probably be intimidated by OM Levi too, but in a much less obvious way. If they actually got to know each other, I feel like they'd bond over their introverted ways because come on; BOTH of these mother fuckers have agoraphobia, not just WHB Levi. I also like that their horns are pretty similar.

Satan:

These two would HATE each other. They would definitely respect each other, but they would NOT like each other. I don't know why, but that's just my feeling. They'd have like a deep conversation or something and it would be a genuinely decent time, but if either of them are asked if they actually like each other, both OM Satan and WHB Satan would say "no" all chill and matter-of-factly.

Asmodeus:

I don't really know how WHB Asmo feels about himself, but OM Asmo would be in (metaphorical) heaven. What do you mean there's another version of him?! Sure, they don't look alike, but I feel like they'd both be extremely intrigued as to what they could get into... Or they'd geek out over fashion and hot celebrities.

Beelzebub:

I think OM Beel would want to be friends with WHB Beel, but be a little nervous to ask to be friends with him. WHB Beel would just walk up to him and be like "We're friends now. Do you want to hang out?" and they'd hang out! Eventually WHB Beel would leave but they'd stay pen pals. OM Beel would also even go out of his way to visit WHB Beel wherever he is.

Belphegor:

OM Belphie and WHB Belphie would have a mutual respect for each other and would bond over small things they really care about. I feel like OM Belphie would also think WHB Belphie's piercings are cool and think of getting one to bother OM Lucifer. I think WHB Belphie would be interested in OM Beel and Belphie's whole twin thing too.

I only know like half these MFs so leave me be if I'm completely off the mark with their personalities

[too-much-gacha]

MC: *knitting a bracelet in class*

Asmo: OMG! I love the bracelet you're making! What prideflag is this?

MC: *stops to process what they just heard*

MC: I appreciate I look gay enough for you to ask this... but this is just two purples and green.

Asmo: Oh.

MC and Solomon sitting in class during lecture.

Solomon, whispering: *leans over to MC* Cool socks MC.

Solomon: What's this pride flag?

MC: *dying of laughter with their striped socks on*

[sparkbeast20]

Link to the shop

[obey-me-polls]

who do you dislike the most?

[the-pessimists-paradigm]

my Asmo demon transparents!

[inhuman-obey-me]

Waltz at the Phoenix Hotel

Word Count: 4,075 Description: Spy!AU: You're attending a rather luxurious party, the scene for your agency's latest mission: an interception case. Things seem to be going smoothly...until they aren't, thanks to two strangers who ruin your plans and turn everything upside-down. Characters: MC, Lucifer, Mammon, Satan, Asmodeus, Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, Simeon Note: This is rather different for this blog. I (Mod Cosmos) started this fic nearly four years ago, when the Spy event came out on OG. I abandoned it shortly after, but Mod Chaos kept bugging me every now and then about finishing the fic because they just really wanted to read it for some reason. So, after all this time, I got some motivation and went back and finished it. Sorry if there seems to be a writing shift at one point -- didn't really go back and edit much in what I had written before. But I did change the random woman to Thirteen for fun, so hope you enjoy her little cameo. Can be found on Ao3 here.

You’re standing on the grand stone staircase leading to the expansive pool at the Phoenix Hotel, champagne glass in hand as you observe the crowd. The agency had received valuable intel that there was going to be an exchange tonight, one that would put an important amount of data in the wrong person’s hands. Tasked with intercepting the drop, you found yourself at a fancy cocktail party, rubbing elbows with some of the city’s most notable socialites. You have your eyes out for the target — you had a pretty good description — when you get a signal in your earpiece. 

“Black Sheep. How are things looking over there?” It was Lucifer, who was currently doing a perimeter check with Mammon. 

“Not much to report here, boss.” You took a sip of your champagne, hiding your lips so that no one noticed you speaking to thin air. “How about you?” 

“We’re finishing up. We’ll be back in the main party soon to help keep an eye out.”

“Keep us posted!” Mammon’s voice suddenly comes in, and you can hear a bit of a sigh from Lucifer’s end. “And make sure to watch out for any shady characters. Some of these guys can be real damn obvious.” 

“Some shady guys might look shady, huh? Thanks for the advice.” There’s no hiding the sarcasm in your voice, which earns a huff from the crowing agent. 

You sign off, taking a moment to admire the way the light reflects off of the surface of the pool, a web of light then bouncing off the surrounding marble statues. There are a good number of people out here, but there also wasn’t a clear and quick exit route. It might not be the most strategic place for a drop to take place, but you never knew what tricks your targets could pull. 

Deciding it might be best to check out the main party hall, you head back inside, giving a smile to the waitress who takes your now empty champagne glass from your hand. You give a few more smiles and nods of acknowledgment to those you pass by — wait, is that the actor from The Twilight of a Great Family? — no, stay focused. 

Grand chandeliers float above the floor where the crux of the party is, a great many more people than outside mingling and drinking the night away. You catch sight of Asmodeus and Satan, who are both working the crowd. You pass close by to hear snippets of their conversations — they’re both excellent liars, but as Asmodeus had said, Lies are like accessories, hun!, and you have to keep yourself from smiling as you hear their fibs. You catch Satan’s eye, who gives you a wink before returning to his conversation.

“To your left, Black Sheep.” You look in the aforementioned direction to see Mammon saunter in, Lucifer a few feet away. “We’ve got eyes over here.”

“And we’re covering the right wing.” It still felt odd hearing Barbatos’ voice through the ear piece. After the whole incident with the property purchase, no one expected that both he and Diavolo would now be part of their agency. They were good at what they did, there was no doubt about that, but countless missions later you still couldn’t get completely used to it. 

“Got it, I —” Suddenly, you notice a woman with long, colorful hair and piercing green eyes. She fits the description of the one who would be performing the drop tonight. “Alert. Target spotted.” 

“Where?” Lucifer inquires.

“Hard to miss. She stands out a bit for a covert drop. She’s near the bar, busy talking with others. She seems to be paying a bit of extra attention to her clutch.” You start making your way to the bar, figuring it provided a good vantage point to keep an eye on her while not drawing suspicion. “I’ll stay close.” 

“Be careful. We’ll be here to see if any of the mentioned accomplices are around.”

You go to hover at the bar, though ask if you can just get some sparkling water with lemon. As tempting as a drink would be right now, you had a mission, and the last thing you needed was to mess up because you thought to get boozy. 

“Excuse me, can I get the house whiskey, neat?” You turn to see a young handsome gentleman right by your side, silver wintry locks framing his face. He turns slightly to you with a charming smile, one that reaches his eyes, an interesting mix of brown and blue — but you know not to ever let your guard down. “Why, hello. Enjoying the party?”

“Yes, it’s been a marvelous evening so far.” You give him a polite smile. If you strike up a conversation with him, you can keep an eye on your target without appearing suspicious or obvious. “And how about yourself?”

“I could say the same, though I do wonder,” He nods his head in the direction of the pool. “How smart of an idea it is to have a bar by the pool with all these people in their fancy dress. Imagine someone just falling right in. Terrible.” Despite his words, he has a grin on his face. 

You let out a soft laugh before taking another sip of your beverage, glancing in the direction of the woman you were tailing. She was still busy in conversation with a small crowd, though you caught her looking towards one of the bartenders. Is that who she’s going to give the data to…?

“Why do I get the feeling like you’re suggesting pushing someone in?” You respond, turning slightly to lean against the bar. 

“Me? Never!” The man laughed, his eyes seeming to sparkle. He gave the bartender a ‘Thank you!’ as he received his drink. Taking a small sip, he continued to converse with you. “Are you here with anyone else?”

“Oh, a few friends.” You make a vague motion to the rest of the crowd. “They’re all mingling out there. How about yourself?” 

“I came here with one other friend, but I lost sight of him … he’s probably in the middle of one of these groups.” He waves his hand dismissively after taking a glance around, lifting his glass up for another sip. “Hopefully I’m not bothering you?”

“Oh, no, not at all.” You smile your loveliest of smiles, hoping to continue conversing with him as a cover. Your target was inching her way closer to the bar, and you counted yourself lucky that this was going so smoothly so far.  “So, tell me about the symbols on that ring…” 

Ugh, these people are a bore, Asmodeus thinks to himself as he shifts into yet another conversation. No one he had talked to had been particularly interesting, and even less so informative. That was the nature of their work, in the end — not every situation would actually be helpful. The few he was talking to currently were droning on and on and — Oh? Suddenly, Asmodeus catches sight of a rather beautiful stranger. That perks him right up, and so he excuses himself from the monotonous individuals and made his way over to the other.

“Hello there, handsome.” Asmodeus flashes his most charming smile, long lashes fluttering. “How are you doing this fine evening?” 

“Oh, you flatter me.” The attractive stranger smiles warmly, a tinge of red appearing on his dark skin as he brushes aside a strand of soft, brown hair. “And I’m doing quite well, thank you. Yourself?” 

“Much better now that I have some wonderful company.” Asmo raises his champagne glass, one that he had hardly taken a sip of the entire time he held it this evening. “The name’s Ayden. What’s yours?”

“Scorpion, make sure you’re staying on task.” Lucifer’s warning voice came through his earpiece. The flirtatious agent makes a signal behind his back, communicating “Don’t worry, this is work!”

“You can call me Henry.” He raised his glass to meet the other’s. “To be honest, I wasn’t sure what to expect, but there are far more people here than I thought there would be.” His brilliant cerulean eyes glance around the hall before returning to Asmodeus, his gaze soft. “Apologies if I come across as a bit nervous. I moved here recently, so a friend insisted I tag along. Though, not sure where he’s gone off to now … ” 

“Ah, don’t worry about a thing, my dear Henry! I’m sure you’ll find your friend. But until then, I’ll keep you company. So, tell me, what brought you to the city .. ?” Asmodeus began his series of questions to get people to open up, to perhaps give something away, let just the tiniest detail slip that might give him something that he wants … flirting was just a bonus. 

As they converse, Satan hovers close by. He also hadn’t much luck with those he had been speaking to, none of them potential suspects for accomplices. Just rich and well-known folks running in the upper circles of society. Not to say that the conversations still couldn’t be interesting — there was always plenty to learn — but it was getting frustrating that they were having so little luck finding the people they wanted. At least Black Sheep has the main target, he muses, looking over to the bar to see them conversing with a stranger. The target was still nearby, arguably even closer to them then she had been before. 

“Apologies for the intrusion,” Satan walks over to his fellow agent and the stranger, earning a quick glare from Asmodeus. “But I just have to ask, where did you get that lovely white vest?” And just like that, Satan eases himself into the conversation, all the while continuing to observe the target from afar. 

Henry smiles at them both, continuing to engage in conversation quite happily, fingers seemingly idly fiddling with a ring on his right hand. 

“Fascinating. I really do wonder if you’re just trying to pull my leg here.” You’ve been deep in  conversation with this man for a bit now — Sal, he said his name was — and you had to admit he was certainly entertaining company. 

“Well, it’s up to you if you believe me or not.” He shrugs with a bit of a mischievous grin. 

“Black Sheep, looks like she’s getting ready to make the drop.” You hear Diavolo’s voice through your earpiece — he must have been watching from his current station. Sure enough, your target has removed a small silver case from her clutch as she leans against the bar a bit a ways from where you currently are — and the bartender is walking towards her. 

“Ah, apologies, I see one of my friends over there,” You push yourself away from the bar counter, taking a step towards the woman — though you make sure to take your still half-full glass of sparkling water with you. “It was very nice to meet you, Sal. Perhaps I’ll see you around later?” 

“Oh, of course. It was a pleasure to meet you as well.” He smiles, but there almost seems to be something off about it. You don’t have time to dwell on that, you remind yourself, and quickly make your way to the target, who looks like she’s about to order a drink. She’s covered the small case with a black bar napkin. Perfect.

You pretend to trip, purposefully letting your beverage spill all over the woman’s dress, eliciting a shocked gasp.

“Oh no! Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry!” You immediately apologize, hand going to grab the napkins from their place on the bar, swiftly collecting the one that hid the data as well.

The woman is obviously irritated, but tries to brush it off. “Mm. Accidents happen.”

“Thankfully it was just water, so it should dry up without any damage!” You reassure her, passing the ordinary napkins to her hand so that she could dab at the spill, all the while tucking your prize into your sleeve. A few more apologies and exchanges later, you make your exit, ready to declare mission success and get yourself out of here before the woman realized she was missing something very important.

At least, that was your plan. 

You’re about to radio in your triumph when a series of actions happens so quickly you don’t have time to react. Something (or rather, someone) causes you to actually trip this time, but you’re saved from an unsightly fall by fingers that gently but firmly wrap around your wrist and an arm around your waist. Before you can even begin to turn around to thank your savior, you hear a familiar voice in your ear,

“Sorry about this.”

A response can’t even leave your lips as you’re suddenly twirled away as if you were dancing the waltz, only to be found without a partner when you come back full circle. You can feel dread beginning to bubble up in the pit of your stomach, and you check to see if you have the small drive, patting yourself down.

It’s gone. Shit.

Your eyes dart around to find the culprit, and you manage to catch a glimpse of those silver locks disappearing into the crowd. 

“Uh, we’ve got a problem.” You run after him while alerting the rest of the agency. “Looks like someone else was after the data too. Tall guy, silver hair, navy blue suit with a lighter blue shirt. He’s running towards the West exit.”

You’re only met with static. 

“Hello? Can anyone hear me?”

The white noise continues. 

This couldn’t be happening … was something jamming their communicators?! 

You’ve lost sight of Sal — If that’s even his real name! — so you look around for any other familiar faces. Surely the others noticed by now that they couldn’t communicate with each other..?

“Hey!” Diavolo’s suddenly at your side. “Thank goodness I was keeping watch nearby — I can’t get through to anyone, but several of them had eyes on you, so they should be going after the guy.” 

Sure enough, you catch Lucifer and Mammon running out the West doors. Both you and Diavolo follow suit, trying not to raise too much of a commotion as you weave through the crowd. The cool night air is welcome as you’re feeling a bit too warm from running as your heartbeat races. A security guard tries to get in your way, but you both dash past him, calling out a “Sorry!” behind you as you continue your chase.

Moments Before ...

“Sorry, gentlemen, but looks like my friend is calling.” Henry gives the other two an apologetic smile. “It was lovely to meet you both. Perhaps we’ll meet again soon.” 

“It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” Satan starts.

“—And I’d love to see you again. Give me a call when you get the chance?" Asmo finishes, slipping a card into Henry's hand. "Bye-bye, now!” He gives the departing gentleman a wink and wave before turning to his fellow agent with a sigh. “Well, he was an interesting fellow. Think he might be of interest in the future?” 

“He certainly seemed sharp,” Satan hums. “But also hard to read …” The blond shakes his head, taking the last sip of his drink. "Think our sheep's got the drop yet? Haven't heard an update…" He takes a moment to look around the party, and it dawns on him that he can't hear or see any of the others. "I think we have a problem."

"Hm?" Asmodeus slams the compact mirror in his hand shut, eyes narrowing as he notices a sudden commotion by the West entrance. "Well, I think we've got a bit of fun on our hands."

Static comes over the communicators, a distorted voice coming through: Tchhh…upstairs…tchhh…roof…tchhh

"Fun isn't the word I'd use." Satan huffed. "Let's go."

You're thankful that Barbatos memorized the layout of the hotel and its surroundings before the mission, as he managed to get ahead of the thief and block him from going any further on this quieter side of the promenade. Lucifer and Mammon flank him from the other side, effectively backing him against the wall.

"Really thought you could get past all of us?" Mammon mocks, confidently putting out a hand, fingers waving in a 'gimme' motion. "Hand it over, pal."

"I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about—"

"Oh, save it!" You catch up, slightly out of breath with Diavolo on your heels. "You know exactly what he means. You stole something from me, so hand it over."

"Stole?" That damned mischievous smile again. "Weren't you doing the same thing? Not sure any of you have more right to it than I do."

"That may be true." Chills run down your spine as Barbatos speaks. "But it would be in your best interest to comply and give us what we're asking for, before things take a rather nasty turn."

"HEY!" A couple of burly hotel security personal charge towards you. "What's going on?!"

"Well, have fun with that!" Taking advantage of the distraction, Sal managed to hoist himself up to the fire escape that was hanging above, scampering up a ladder before diving through an open window that's promptly shut behind him. He's not alone!

"Sorry, officers. We'll be out of your hair in a moment!" Diavolo steps forward to distract the guards, signaling for the rest to pursue. "It's just a bit of a personal issue. I'll be happy to explain everything…"

"Door to the right, should go into the service stairwell." Barbatos taps a hacked keycard and unlocks the door, yanking it wide open. "I'll stay here in case they come back down, you all better hurry."

"Don't have to tell us twice," you sprint up the stairs, Mammon ahead and Lucifer behind.

"They're escapin' by going up? This place has 9 floors, right?" Mammon asks, and you think back to what you remember of the hotel blueprint.

"Crap." Realization dawns on you, your heart pounding as loud as your steps hitting the concrete stairs. "There's a private helipad on the roof. Think they got an escape helicopter?"

"Let's assume they do." Lucifer replies, but your upward ascent is shortly interrupted by a loud scream on floor seven. The door swings open, a housekeeper stumbling into the stairwell, her eyes widening as she sees all of you.

"Sorry ma'am!" A familiar voice from the hallway, and you whip around the landing and housekeeper to dart into the corridor, jumping over an overturned housekeeping cart to see that Satan and Asmodeus have cornered Sal — and another. His accomplice.

"And I thought we had something special, Henry! Or whatever your name is!" Asmodeus pouts, stun gun in hand and pointed firmly at the beautiful stranger. Satan had his aimed at the one more familiar to you. "Now, how about you hand it over and we can forget all about this, hm?"

"I'm afraid that's not possible." Henry responds with a soft yet dazzling smile.

"You're outnumbered, five to two." Lucifer steps forward, his expression stern. "You don't have much of a choice."

"Now, now," Sal responds, putting his hands up as if to surrender. "I think we might actually all be on the same side here. We're both trying to make sure this data doesn't get in the wrong hands, right?"

"You could very well be the wrong hands." Satan snarls. "You don't exactly inspire confidence."

"Ouch!" Sal chuckles, shaking his head. "Look, we've actually heard about you guys. One of the best agencies around. We didn't realize you'd also be here when we picked up this intelligence. A fault on our contact's part."

"We do, however, have good reason to believe that this data is essential to a very important case." Henry shifts in place, and you notice his thumb brushing against a ring on is middle finger. "Which is why we're reluctant to give it up. If we can come to an agreement…"

"Not a chance!" Mammon huffs, his hand going to his own stun gun. "We've got no reason to trust you two."

"Hmph." Lucifer shoots a look to Mammon. "Hand it over to us first, and then we can see about any agreements."

"And what if you just take it for yourselves?" Sal shakes his head, a hand going into his inner suit pocket. "We'll need something a bit more concrete than that."

Ding. The sound of an arriving elevator sets a flurry into motion.

"Oh no you don't!" Asmodeus snaps as the two start moving, his finger hitting the trigger on his weapon — only for nothing to happen, and you feel the hair on your neck rise. "What the…?"

A loud hiss hits your ear next and you recognize the sound of a smoke bomb going off, your vision clouded. Coughing as you try to get a handle on your surroundings, you make out two shadows sprinting through the hallway.

"Fuck, they hit us with an EMP! No wonder our guns didn't work." You hear Satan behind you as you lunge towards the elevator lobby, cursing as you slam right into the doors as they shut.

"Damn it. Everyone, to the stairs!"

"Wait," Lucifer is beside you now. "They're not going up — they're going down."

"Down…wait, the parking garage!"

"You lot go upstairs just in case," Lucifer commands of Mammon, Satan, and Asmodeus as you all reach the stairwell. "We'll go down and try to get a hold of the other two."

Hands gripping the railing, you and Lucifer both leap down the stairs, nearly free-falling at times as you skip over landings — one moment your foot touches the floor, the next you're in the air again as you make another leap.

"Dragon. Butler. Can you two hear us? They're escaping through the parking garage!" You frantically speak, hoping the communicators are working again.

"Tchhh…can't…zhhhh…in pursuit."

The garbled message means something got through, and you can only hope that Diavolo and Barbatos got the gist of your message.

Bursting through the doors of the parking garage, you hear a motor revving along with a chorus of yells. You exchange a look with Lucifer and both dash towards the furor, only to hear a loud crash in a matter of seconds.

"We've got them!" Diavolo shouts the moment he sees you and Lucifer, his hand on the car's driver-side handle, ready to rip the door open.

But when he does, there's no one inside.

"What—" Diavolo's jaw hangs open, with Barbatos glowering beside him.

A screech of tires, and you all turn to see a motorbike peel out on the far other side of the garage. The shock leaves your bodies as you all race to the other exit, only to see that the two intruders were long gone.

"How many escape plans did they come up with?!" Adrenaline still pumping through your veins, you kick a concrete pillar in frustration.

"You lost them?!" Satan's voice echoes through the structure, the others having now come to join the rest of the agents left bewildered by the night's events.

"Those two…they're good." Asmodeus whistles, bristling as several others shoot him a glare. "What? They are! They managed to get away from us, all seven of us!"

"We need to find out who they are." Barbatos sighs. "Perhaps Leviathan can help track them down if we can collect any footage."

"I think we'll be needin' to make our escape first." Mammon glances over his shoulder. "Somethin' tells me the hotel staff and security aren't gonna be too happy with us causing such a ruckus."

"Right, let's get out of here and regroup." Lucifer massages his temple. "We've got a lot of work ahead of us."

Defeated, you all scamper to your own getaway vehicles, the faint sound of approaching police sirens putting an extra pep to your step and a rev to the engines.

As you settle into your seat, you take stock of what you still had on you. Your stun gun, your communicator, a few other covert tools, and — wait, what's this?

A business card tucked into your belt, thick and smooth to the touch. Through the passing streetlights, you can see there's a single word in the center, embossed in blue and gold:

PURGATORY

Flipping it over, there's a string of digits, with a handwritten note underneath:

Call me. ;)

You scoff in disbelief.

"What've you got there, hun?" Asmodeus looks up from his phone, glancing at your hand.

"Oh," you calmly pocket the card again. "…It's nothing."

[shopkeepmc]

🌈New Merch Release🌈

Obey Me x Animate International has just dropped their 5th anniversary celebration merch! Everything is up for pre order until 3/2/25 & will be shipped off later this May!

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[artsybug234]

My obey me print design I spent like a whole week on XD.

[venusinthesun]

Fem! Obey me brothers x fem! Reader and “good girl” <3

I feel like I neglect the other six brothers too much, so is did some mini writing for each! If you want Lucifer, I’ve already done about 3-4 fics where she calls you a good girl lmao

Content warnings are included at each one :)

Cw: begging, grinding, Dacryphilia, mammon lowkey a whore lmao, sub mammon

“Please baby I haven’t I been good for you?” Mammons hands grip your hips tightly as she whines in your ear. Her soft pants and needy gasps into your neck almost make you consider giving her what she wants, but the way she grinds against your thigh so beautifully reminds you why you are doing this in the first place.

With a rough grip in her hair, her head is pulled back from the crook in your neck, exposing her flushed face. There’s tears welling up in her eyes, and her mouth is partially open as she continues to whimper out little gasps of please please baby-!

“What did I tell you? If you spend my money you’re gonna have to pay for it later.”

“I’m sorryimsorryimsorry-! I need it baby please I’m sorry-“ she cuts herself off with her own moan as you cruelly bounce your leg, simulating her even more. You watch for a few moments as she continues to babble out apologies and tries to convince you let her have your strap, enjoying the demon reduced to such a..needy thing.

“If you can be a good girl for me and promise to not spend my money tomorrow, I let you have it~”

“Yes-yes! I..agh..promise!”

(She took 100 dollars from you the next day)

Cw: leviathan has two dicks, blowjob and handjob, cumming on face, jealously sex, sub leviathan

“Does this make you feel better?”

Leviathan doesn’t respond to your tease, but the deep flush on her face tells your everything you need to know. You can see the way her hands shake while she holds her controller as you take her back in your mouth.

You pay special attention to all the sensitive parts of her dick, taking extra care to pull out a few stifled  whines from her lips. It’s almost funny how quickly she can get jealous, how quickly she turns into such a brat when you look at other people. Luckily she never can stay mad for long, specially when your hand does such a good job stroking her second dick. If your mouth was already bad, your hand teasing her as well was going to make her go insane.

“I-I’m trying to focus on my game-!” Leviathan says through small gasps and pants, her eyes flickering down to you on your knees. With a loud pop, you pull your mouth off her dick with a cheeky smile. “And I’m trying to focus on my good girl hm?”

You always knew leviathan was weak-willed, you just didn’t think she would cum immediately all over your face. Not that you mind, you throughly enjoyed the look on her face when you licked it off your lips.

Cw: dom satan, tail fucking, degrading, begging, choking, rough sex, dubcon(?), she calls your a slut

You think another moan escapes you throat as Satan’s tail continues to destroy your insides, her tail bullying itself deeper into your poor hole.

"Cry about it all you want, I’m not stopping." A long moan is drawn from your lips as she angles her tail once again to somehow hit even deeper inside you, your hands grasping her thighs tightly. She’s straddling your stomach with that devious grin of hers, knowing she isn’t stopping until she is satisfied.

“Everybody today has worked so hard to piss me off! Doing the most annoying shit,” you weakly protest as her hands reach up to your throat, wrapping around your neck tightly, but Satan pays no mind. “But aren’t you such a good slut for helping me out? Letting me take my anger out on this hole.” She starts to squeeze while she talks, effectively silencing any protests that could escape your lips.

Satan drinks in the sight of tears welling in your eyes as she continues you choke you, the view going straight to her own cunt. Seeing you so..pathetic while you struggle to take her tail (you barely even made it past the green bit, tsk tsk) makes her smile devilishly. “If you’re a good girl and tell me how much you love my tail destroying you, I’ll consider being merciful.”

Her hands lift slightly from your throat, allowing you to weakly gasp and stutter a small I love your tail sosososo much please Satan please- And Satan laughs at you. Her hands clamp right back down over your neck, and she purposely angles her tail even deeper. “I said consider, not that I will. Now be a good slut and whine louder”.

Cw: cunnilingus, drugging (asmo’s powers), small use of “pet”, soft sex

Asmodeus as her hand buried in your hair, tangling in your soft locks as your face is buried between her thighs. She’s laid out on the bed like a goddess, her hair around her like a halo. If you weren’t here for the exchange program, you would have thought her an angel.

Which is why you so delicately and sweetly eat her out as she gasps above you. Your hands are resting her thighs, holding her steady (and closer to you) as you try and press your tongue even deeper into her heat.

“You’re so wonderful! Such a good girl~” she sighs from above you, throughly enjoying the sight of you between her legs. Your eyes glance up and catch hers, and it feels like everything just got so much more hazy. It feels like your cloud nine, brain foggy with nothing but how good it feels right now. How good it feels to indulge in asmo, how good it feels to be on your knees for her.

“Just like that cutie, keep that up!” Her hand softly pulls your face impossibly closer, your tongue buried into her hole. You don’t even realize your grinding against the floor right now, or the small whimpers against her pussy. You pull back slightly, just enough to whisper something about how much you love her, and she just giggles. “Such a silly pet, but that’s why you’re my favorite!”

Cw: dom beel, breeding, girlcock, doggy style, overstimulation, biting, blood, licking

“B-beel..! A-aH!” Broken moans are muffled by the pillow as beelzebub thrusts into you, her mind driven by one single goal. There’s a slick plap plap plap heard throughout the room, your fluids dripping down your thighs while beel continues to groan in your ear small praises and growls.

Her hands are the only thing keeping you up at this point- your legs already given out earlier. She keeps your ass high for her as recks your hole, an animalistic pace keeping you dumb as well. If you could see behind you right now, you’d see a feral demon hellbent on breeding you-even if it’s literally impossible.

“Mine. All mine-“ she says between pants, huffing into your ear. “I-I need to breed you..! Please-!”

She buries her face into the side of your neck, her sharp teeth biting down into sensitive flesh. Any disagreements you may of had are quickly interrupted by your own moans and whimpers as her tongue trails over the bite mark. She laps up blood like a starved man, and her fingers dig into your hips.

“Y-you’re so good for me… you’re my good girl!”

Cw: teasing, chest fixation, nipple play, dom belphie

“Stop acting like you don’t love this, we both know you do.”

Belphegor has her head resting on your shoulder, her sleepy eyes glancing up at your red face. For once in her lifetime, belphie is in her bed, laying with you and she’s not sleeping-that’s because she’s busy groping you.

She pays no mind to your stuttering as you try and tell her that you’ll be sore tomorrow, that you have school as well; all in favour of your chest. Her one hand is behind your back to steady herself while her other continues to play with your boobs. She almost looks entranced as her hands need and grope them, playing with your nipples and squeezing tightly. She has a preference too, going for one more than the other. And while you ardor her very much, you’re getting a bit sick of it.

“Belphie cmon-“

“No.”

She leaves no room for debate as her fingers lightly pull at your nipple, rolling it around and watching how to reacts to her touch. If it wasn’t for the fact that she was laying on your hand, you would have pushed her off a long time a go.

“We have school tomorrow Belphie! I don’t wanna be sore—“ you yelp as her tail suddenly brushes against Your clothed sex, teasing you with the tuft of hair at the end of it. If your face wasn’t already red, it was definitely more red now. “Will that shut you up so you continue being my good girl who lets me touch her?”

You kinda stopped arguing after that.

THIS TOOK FOREVER ARGHHHH!! I am not horny enough to fuel this level of fanfiction 😔 anyway if you made it this far you’re probably either A. a wlw individual or B. Like fem obey me characters (or both), so that means you should request me! (Please) I do all obey me characters too! Not Luke so creeps leave me alone. REQUEST ME!!

[loweya-blog]

Heyy, I've just come across this post https://www.tumblr.com/tsukii0002/767342452477657088/en-el-mundo-humano-ej-la-temporada-3?source=share and I would REALLY REALLY REALLY love a longer scenario of this idea. Tag the original account and make my dreams come true if it's not too much trouble. Thank you for posting good Obey Me content~ 🌹

So sorry for taking so long! I had job issues to deal with and moving stuff that's going to be happening. Here is your scenario! I hope you like it! :D

Surprise! I drive!

The brothers hadn't been in the human world for very long and during one of their visits, Lucifer announced it was time for grocery shopping. To your surprise, the rest of the brothers groaned, even Beel who normally would be excited over the prospect of food.

"Uggh..... I don't want to carry all of it. Or any of it." Belphie groaned from his cozy spot on the couch.

His head had been on your lap while you were reading. Meanwhile Beel was right next to you, munching on a granola bar you'd given him.

"Yeah. I won't be able to eat any of it for so long. I don't know if I can hold back," Beel said, in between bites.

"My legs weren't made for such a distance!"

Walking to the farmers market would take a long while and you didn't feel like walking for 35 whole minutes either.

"I can just pick it up," You offer.

"By yourself?" Satan asked with a look of worry.

"Yeah. If you just give me a list and card, I'll drive down and get the stuff you need. Of course I'd love someone to come along to help carry things to the car-"

"You can drive?!" Mammon asked, completely shocked.

"Well..... yeah? The public transportation here is shit so I have to drive, whether I like it or not...."

Looking at the brothers, you noticed a shift in their expressions. There was a mix of impressed looks along with ones of worry and surprise.

"What? Did you guys think just cause I didn't have a license in the Devildom that I wouldn't have one in my own realm?" You question, a bit annoyed and amused.

"....It seems.... we didn't think of that," Lucifer responded, clearly coping with this new information, "...As for your offer, I think that would be best. Thank you."

"So you can do magic, have pacts with demons, AND drive? What other secrets are you hiding from us?" Asmo asked with a little smirk as he wormed his way onto your lap, shoving Belphie's head aside.

Belphie looked annoyed that his spot was taken and leaned against your shoulder instead.

"It's hardly a secret. How else do you think I get places? I can't stay in my apartment all day!"

Suddenly, you saw all the brothers pause once more, as though their brains had been broken.

"A-apartment? You got an apartment without us?" Levi whined, "That's not fair!"

"I had the apartment before I came to the Devildom. Did you guys think I was homeless or something?"

The room's silence was deafening.

"Do you have a job?" Satan finally asked.

"Yep. I gotta pay rent somehow."

"But how come we've never seen you at this so-called apartment?" Belphie demanded, having doubts about this story.

"Cause I want to hang around you guys for the summer and living in a mansion is fucking awesome," You realized if you didn't escape this conversation, you'd be here forever. "I'd better get those groceries, before they close down."

Abruptly but gently you pulled Asmo off your lap and left the room with the list Lucifer had written up for himself originally, and his card. Meanwhile the brothers were shell-shocked. This human, whom they had known for two whole years had a whole life outside of them. A life they barely knew anything about.

The realization was a humbling one as it reminded them of two certain truths. One, you didn't need them as much as they thought you did. Two, there was an entirely different side to you that they never had the chance to see yet. For the longest time they thought they knew everything about you. But now, they were realizing they barely knew anything at all.

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A few days pass since the conversation and you noticed a shift in the brother's behaviors. At least one of the brothers would make you breakfast, even on days when it was supposed to be your turn to make the meals. Lucifer would take you out to fine dining restaurants, Mammon would constantly buy you anything you looked interested in, Levi would drag you to his room for the newest games and manga, Asmo would bring you to fancy spas and nail salons, Beel would give you all his snacks while Belphie would make your bed perfect for naps with waaaaay too many pillows. A bit of spoiling was nice now and then but the intensity of your spoiling had gone from a level five to a level ten in less than a day.

So you had a sit down. You used your pact to make all the brothers sit in the living room for a proper conversation. At first they were resistant to speak up about it but after seeing the worried look on your face, they one by one gave in.

"Ugh! Fine! We're just... worried!" Mammon blurted out.

"About what?"

"It's not that we are are worried. It's just.... I suppose we just are anxious," Satan answered, trying to reframe the issue.

"About?"

"Well.... that you might one day get tired of us and leave," Asmo said with a sigh, "We know we can be difficult, though I'm always worth it, it's just sometimes we get concerned that you won't see things that way."

"And since now we learn you're completely independent, it means you have even less reason stickin' around!" Mammon blurted out.

"You're already smart, kind, gorgeous, funny, and capable," Beel said with sad eyes, "In a way, you're too good for us."

"And we can't even make you stay by keeping you asleep with us since you apparently have a job," Belphie said with a lazy pout.

"What we are trying to say is.... your independence shook us up a bit, since we are so used to having you rely on us," Lucifer explained tactfully.

What kind of podcast bullshit are they listening to?

"That's not what our relationship is about. It's not about providing and taking. We're a family. Regardless of what you do or don't provide," You say with a frown, "I love you all far more than what you can do for me. If all I cared about was what you gave or did for me, then that isn't love! I love you all for who you are. Even if I was the wealthiest person in the world, which I certainly am not, it wouldn't fucking matter. Got it?"

You pulled each of them into a tight hug, even Lucifer who had tried to escape from the group hug.

"You're MY demons. MY family. My friends. No amount of me driving or being independent is going to change that. Okay?"

Your words seemed to soothe the hearts of each of your demons, letting them relax against you as they snuggled up next to you. For the evening, you all stayed together, relaxed and no longer worried about who could give what. Because in the end, that's not what love was about.

(@douxkise)

[blacksheepoftheclass]

Hnnnng..demon boys and demon girls.

(with angels and humans)

[journey-to-the-attic]

"am i really that old?" lucifer wonders on the train later

(you've probably seen them already but references taken from this post + the original tweet)

-> the follow-up

[zouzoru-comms-open]

H-hey *drops all their obey me fanarts because I wanna make commissions*

[squeakyducky]

Favouritism is real