#obm comfort

[legglesspotato]

Lucifer agere!

I apologize everyone, I lost all motivation to write randomly. I figured out that the only way I can write is if it’s the dead of night because I wrote this WHOLE THING literally right before I went to bed ;-;, I did some touch-ups in the morning though…

I’ve been anxious to post something like this because agere is really personal to me and whatnot…

This is 100% SFW DO. NOT. SEXUALIZE THIS!

Word count: 601 (not sure if that’s good or not?)

Comfort (from Mammon)

Proofread but know I’m not the most grammatically sound person

If you like this, I’ll make more agere of the brothers and possibly even a part 2 of this! I’m proud of myself and really like this! I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as me!

-Lucifer Is doing paperwork like always, but becomes super stressed due to having an irritating argument with Mammon earlier in the day. Mammon, for some reason, had the ‘brilliant’ idea of spending all the money he had earned on the casino. Lucifer never understood his younger brothers thought process and never thought he would.

-Suddenly, he feels a little strange and looks down at his work, realizing the words and numbers becoming jumbled. The stacks seem to grow as his heart starts to pound when he does something he rarely did before… Lucifer feel streaks of tears pouring down his face and breaks down into tears. His cries turn into screams as the world suddenly warps into something more terrifying than before… Lucifer has never felt like this in his thousands of years of living. His brain feels weird as his normally advanced mind can no longer form a coherent thought, feeling things his regressed brain cannot form words for.

-Abruptly the door to Lucifer’s secret study opens to reveal Mammon with a raised eyebrow, staring at Lucifer. When Lucifer sees Mammon he starts to cry louder, he has no idea why but he wants- no- needs Mammons attention.

-“Lucifer are ya’ ok?!” Mammon inquires, rubbing his eyes, Mammon was in the kitchen looking for a midnight snack

-Lucifer only responds by crying louder and making grabby hands at Mammon

-Mammon fully steps into Lucifer’s office and walks around his desk, staring down at him

-Lucifer immediately embraces Mammon and buries his head into his mid-abdomen “M-Mammon..” his voice muffled by Mammons pajama shirt

-Mammon doesn’t move, it is extremely rare for Lucifer to ask his brothers with help when he’s stressed, much less let them see him break down. Mammon rubs soothing circles into Lucifer’s back and tries to sooth him, “Shhh… it’s ok big bro… The Great Mammons’ got ya’ now..”

-After a few minutes of the silent hugging Lucifer pulls away, rubs his eyes, and yawns “mmm… Mammon, I’m sleepy!”

-At that moment Mammon wanted to respond with “Tch.. ‘course ya’ are.. you’ve been pullin’ all-nighters the whole week!” But… Mammon could clearly see that Lucifer was in no state to be scolded so… instead he gives a light giggle and responds, “Alright… let me help lead ya’ to bed..”

-Mammon helps Lucifer up, out of his office chair and holds his hand as he leads the way. Lucifer’s regressed state caused Lucifer to walk differently than normal. Where he would normally stride with pride, he was now waddling clumsily almost falling down a few times.

-Mammon wasn’t sure what happened or what was going on with Lucifer, but he knew he was going to support him no matter what even in this extremely vulnerable state.

-Mammon was somewhat nervous about having Lucifer climb up the stairs and have him make it to the second floor, he wasn’t sure if Lucifer would be able to handle them in this state.

-Mammon continued to hold Lucifer’s hand, encouraging him with each step, “yer doin’ great Lucifer, great job!” Mammons encouragement definitely seem to work as Lucifer seemed to be more and more confident with each step.

-The both of them finally make it to Lucifer’s room. Mammon continues to walk Lucifer to his bed and tucks him in. Mammon kisses Lucifer on his forehead after pulling the blankets to his neck. Mammon whispers in his ear, “G’night Lucifer… I love you big bro..”

-Lucifer responds with a tired, “I love you too mams”

-Mammon quietly shut Lucifer’s door with a small smile and walks back to his room.

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[xostomachaches]

based on these - thank u twitter user lula g4teway31:

[stinkylittleanon]

Time to cry, motherfuckers

Leviathan when you come back from the past

Contains: Angst, Transfem Levi (she/he pronouns), no comfort (unless you guys want a part two as an apology.)

Levi would be absolutely at a loss for words. It's YOU. YOU are back. How long had it been? What happened while you were away?

She can't get herself to move at the sight of you. You're just as perfect as when she last saw you... He was so scared that he'd forget your face. That damn perfect face that he wants to kiss and hold and stare at for hours. But you don't seem to notice her standing there. All the others are taking up your attention, clinging to you like their lives depended on it...

Levi wanted to do that to. It was like a dream to see you after so long. After being so scared that you'd be hurt or you'd never come back. But mostly she was scared of this. Exactly whats happening right now. Seeing you happy to see everyone else but not notice her as he stands there. Her palms are sweaty, her knees feel weak, she wants to cry. He wants to hug you and cry and cling onto you and hear your voice. He wants to see your smile again, the way your eyes light up whenever you made eye contact.

He wants YOU.

But he's left standing in the doorway, unable to breathe. Unable to contain the tears rolling down his cheeks at the overwhelming fear and jealousy as he watches you. It's too much everything is too much.

So she quickly retreats to her room. He can't handle it. Plus... You seemed happier with the others. He didn't want to ruin that.

[vidyagamereference]

Imagine mc has an abuser back on earth. Imagine that person dies of natural causes. Imagine satan feelimg waves of wrath coming off of them all day and goes to inquire, almost excited, about what could make level-headed mc this angry.

Imagine his shock when the shell of anger almost immediately cracks and they begin crying. Imagine how they say theyre so mad that the person was selfish enough to die painlessly. That mc wanted to be the one to kill them. That they wanted to make them suffer after all they learned in the devildom. Imagine how both satan and mc know that mc isnt angry at all even though all they can say is how mad they are. Imagine satan knows what holding onto anger like armor feels like and lets them pull their walls close while letting him care for them when theyre vulnerable.

He doesnt touch mc until they initiate, then he slowly snakes his arms around them. He takes his time to let mc pull away or deny him if they don't want their "escape" taken away and just ends up rubbing their shoulder soothingly through their shirt as they cry. Satan who asks questions when you start to talk about it. Satan who lets you babble on and on, but once you start to lose energy and no longer want to dive in he lets it go.

The two end up laying down together afterwards. They just lay there in silence, A charm lets the sound of rain softly patter through the room. Mc and him are holding hands, and mc drifts slowly towards unconsciousness. They feel safe

[hopleii]

what dates with the OBM older brothers look like. . .

content: lucifer x gn!reader, mammon x gn!reader, leviathan x gn!reader, fluff, alcohol (wine) mention in lucifer's part, idk what else to put lmaoo, lowercase intentional, not proofread

a/n: trying something a bittt different today! also, my obey me addiction is coming back so i need to write about it or else I'll go insane! credits to all the owners of the pics! i got them from pinterest.

LUCIFER

dates with lucifer would be romantic, intimate, and planned out. lucifer is a very organized man, and opts for planned dates rather than going with the flow. he books a reservation weeks prior and buys fresh flowers for his love. your dinner will be accompanied with good food and wine, with a side of deep and sensual conversations with lucifer. and of course, when you've had too much wine to drink, he will carry you out the restaurant and bring you back home safely.

MAMMON

dates with mammon are chaotic, spontaneous, and gives you a huge adrenaline rush. unlike lucifer, mammon doesn't really plan his dates. a "let's go out next week" is enough for him. arcades, fairs, doing risky things, eating takeout in his car is what a typical date with mammon looks like. the two of you usually go out in the late afternoon and come back at midnight, often coming back home with lots of prizes and photos from various photobooth.

LEVIATHAN

dates with leviathan would be lazy, laid-back, and at home. napping together, playing video games, eating ramen, and more. due to his bashful nature, he tends to avoid stepping out of his comfort zone. so dates with leviathan are usually just what he does on a regular basis, but with you! and that makes it 100x better. going into his room in the afternoon when the others are out doing errands, taking a small (6 hour) nap because levi hasn't slept the whole night because of his video game, only to play the same video game when the two of you wake up.

© — hopleii

[kitsuga]

Loading Screen. {Leviathan x Reader/MC}

Description: 

A fic in which Levi tries to express his feelings but MC makes the move. 

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Tags: fluff, kissing, not beta'd, not edited, gender neutral reader, leviathan/levi x reader/mc, obey me!/obm/om, leviathan/levi

Word Count: 1,086

A/N: Written on: June 27, 2021 

I just felt like writing this one day for my best of all friends and I have nothing else to say beyond that, really. Also, nervous levi agenda thank you  

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“Woo-hoo! Another series: done. Hurry up MC, I’m gonna start the next one!” 

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” MC called, rushing over to plop onto the floor-bound makeshift blanket fort with an arm full of snacks to restock their supply. “Don’t hit play yet!” 

“Too late! No time! Gotta play it now!”  

“Levi!” They whined, pushing him over and rewinding the previous 10 seconds they missed just to prove a point while he laughed. 

He bounced back up, pretending to have done it too hard and bumped into their side, causing them to fall over a bit as well. The two of them fought back and forth for a short while, laughing comfortably with each other until their new show’s opening ended—that was when they settled down. MC leaned their head against his shoulder, and Levi suddenly realized the position he was in and stiffened up; he started to get nervous and shy despite being in the same situation time and time again.  

Once the show actually started, it was easy for him to get lost in it and forget the warmth of MC cuddling up beside him, wrapping their arms around his waist and mindlessly feeding him snacks as time went on. As the episode came to an end, however, the cursed black loading screen reminded him once more of his (epic!) predicament. MC nuzzled against him for a bit before sitting up, noticing his nerves plain as day on his face in the very same reflection. 

“I think this one’s going to be good; what did you think about it?” 

“The premise is good but the executions a little slow. If they had used proper elements of a magical girl anime instead of trying to fake it and make their own, it would hold more attention of the viewers but instead they made it seem more like an off-brand mecha and that--” 

He continued on his rant relentlessly, MC wasn’t sure he ever took a breath within it. He spouted off a lot of explanations, most of which they picked up a few words from, but mostly just nodded in silence with a smile on their face. They looked content, happy to listen to him and pretty interested in what he had to say—whenever it was cohesive, at least. Their gentle smile is what caused Levi to pause and stare at them. 

“You know,” he started, “I’m glad you’re here. I’m pretty happy that you’re willing to do this with me.” His face started to heat up, and his face contorted to a pained look as though he were battling with himself to get words out. “I mean, I have no one else to do this with. I’m just--” 

“Aw, Levi,” they teased, a small smirk growing on their lips, “are you trying to compliment me?” 

“No!” A lie. “Let me talk!” 

MC threw their hands up in defense, nonchalantly twisting their lips to the side and eyes following suit as they pretended not to care. Levi took a deep breath before launching back into his speech. 

“I’m just, glad that you like me—and that you like me enough to sit here and do all that gross couple stuff with me, and that you listen to me even if you’re a bit of a normie and don’t understand the golden depth of my reviews, and--” he quickly started to spiral into a nervous, embarrassed fit and fidgeted with his hands, “and you know I just, I... I lo- lov- I lo-” 

The more Levi stuttered, the worse he felt. As his heart started to leap out of his throat, he could feel it breaking into pieces; this wasn’t how he wanted to do it. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Now he looks like a complete fool—MC wouldn’t like him back after this! Even if they were already dating—they'd definitely want to leave after this, he certainly did. His eyes shot up from his hands to their own eyes as their hands covered his. Their smile was so gentle, he almost shattered into pieces under the sheer intense pressure he found himself under. 

“Hey,” their teasing tone replaced with something he’d describe as angelic, “if you can’t say it out loud, go ahead and use this.” 

It was only then that he realized they dropped his phone in his hands. They tilted their head and smiled even brighter, knowing just what would make him feel better. His hands shook as he typed out a text message to them at lightning speed, thumb now hovering over the send button; he closed his eyes shut tight as he hit send and groaned, throwing himself backwards and laying on the floor. He complained to MC that they insist on making his life difficult, when all he wanted to do was watch anime.  

‘I love you. I wanted to say it without stuttering, or in some cool like, shojo-style way since it was the first time, but I ruined it.’ 

Levi was almost too afraid to look at his phone whenever it went off. 

‘Sit up.’ 

Reluctantly, he did as he was told and had already opened his mouth to complain, apologize, deflect, anything he had to do to save face but instead of needing to save it, MC held it instead. 

Gently, they cupped their hands around his face and leaned in slowly, only kissing the tip of his nose. The small kiss was so full of affection, Levi wondered if he was going to cry; his body relaxed a bit, his face melting into their hold as he looked at them through his lashes and a pout on his lips to offset the look of love in his eyes and blush on his face.  

Words didn’t need to be said. He didn’t need to say it again, they didn’t need to say it to him. He didn’t need to ask them to kiss him again, they leaned in again and gave him a deep, loving kiss. When they pulled away, he stared at their lips until they leaned in again and again. His heart was racing and he felt as though he were on Cloud 9; he didn’t know what he did to deserve this, but he thanked whatever god may have had a hand in it. 

The anime played through episode after episode, long forgotten in the background; their love reflected on the black background between them. He’d definitely be able to tell them the right way next time. 

[obeymeshallwedateaddict]

Okay this is actually really sad and disappointing. (I cried).

As a player who's played obey me for about 3-4 years now this upsets me a lot! And when I say a lot I mean A LOT.

Obey me is and has always been my comfort game to which I turned to every time I felt lonely or just wanted to feel happier and now it's all gone. Just like that.

I hope what they say about the "exciting plans" and that "this won't be the end" is true because I don't know how I'll be able to cope without Obey me. (I hope it's something game related because merchandise and in-person events won't cut it.)

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Anyway meanwhile Obey me might be pausing but I'm not! So I was wondering after the finish of lesson 60 if I should continue writing the story onwards like lesson 61. Of course that would be unofficial fanfiction. And I was wondering about your opinion.

Announcement regarding the results: Here

[three-realms-archive]

First Dates

(so! what would first dates with each of the brothers be like??? i feel like obm! and otome games like it in general tend to skip over things like this, so hey have this)

(slighttttttttttttt lesson 16 og obm! reference)

An eldest brother stands in his room, torn. Pride takes on many forms, it seems; and the Avatar of Pride has to make a choice.

Does he show you off, as he so desperately wants to, and parade you around the Devildom’s fanciest areas with extravagant dinners, popular theatre, and breathtaking views? Or does he keep you to himself, as he so desperately wants to, to snuggle with you under his covers after a romantic movie and a bottle of Demonus?

It’s a tough choice to make; but it also shouldn’t be, for someone as thorough as he is. So why, then, does he struggle? Why, when it comes to you, is it always so… difficult?

No. Lucifer knows this isn’t the right way to think of things. You make nothing difficult. You’ve brought his family back together; you’ve brought light to his grieving, shadowed heart… you’ve made everything as easy as breathing.

What the Avatar of Pride is too prideful to admit is that he is the one - for once - doubting his choices; all in the hopes of pleasing you.

_

A second-oldest brother sits in his bed, buzzing as he clutches his D.D.D - checking it every five seconds. He is two hours early, already-dressed, as he contends with his ever-magnetic pull towards you. He could show up two hours early. Maybe it’ll impress you, earning him more points on his imaginary first-date scoreboard.

Or he could wait the two hours out. Maybe it would creep you out less?

Regardless, Mammon's grip on his phone strengthens as he re-opens the app he also keeps checking - his mail app. He makes sure the tickets to the amusement park are still there, before searching for the amusement park website on the DevilNet to make sure it still exists. And then he searches through the rides to make sure the ferris wheel is still there because that’s where all the human movie couples have kisses and confessions and oh, Diavolo, if he keeps thinking about you and him doing romantic movie couple things he’s going to completely explode.

And so - the dopey, dreamy, dorky smile on the his face growing as he practically vibrates with anticipation - the Avatar of Greed sets down his D.D.D and waits.

… Until five seconds pass and he surrenders to the temptation of picking up his phone, checking everything once more.

_

A third-eldest brother talks to himself in the mirror. His ramblings are a mixture of practice pick-up lines, self-assurance, and self-deprecation at the practice pick-up lines.

It’s Levi's comfort zone. It should be his comfort zone, taking you to a local anime and gaming convention in the human world. It should be something he can navigate with ease… but then he looks at the polaroid he has taped to the top of his mirror. It’s of the two of you; you had secretly taken a selfie when he had fallen asleep after an all-night anime marathon, placing your chin on his shoulder and nuzzling your cheek against him. He had thanked Diavolo that you had left before he had opened his birthday card from you that same month; the polaroid falling unexpectedly out of the envelope, short-circuiting him.

Every so often, like now, he looks in the mirror and imagines your head on his shoulder once more - but, this time, with his wide-awake reflection standing beside you. Maybe even holding your hand.

And... he promptly short-circuits again, shaking his head as the inevitable thoughts of 'that would never happen' and 'you would never want that' flood his head.

This was going to take more than a few minutes of mirror practice.

_

A fourth-eldest brother reads, and reads, and reads. Books, dictionaries, gossip tabloids… All with ridiculous names like “Win Her Heart in Seven Steps” and “Flowchart to His Heart”. It’s what Satan falls back onto whenever he feels something unfamiliar and unknown: read, research, react. Read the material, research what to do, react accordingly.

He had invited you out to a cat café in the afternoon. He had read an advertisement for a couples’ promotion the café were running that week, booking a table in advance. He had researched the place thoroughly: the menus, the cat breeds, the seating arrangements... the cat breeds. Then, the day had come - and it was time to react.

… Except, he hadn’t checked the weather. So now the two of you are at the cat café; soaked so thoroughly that no cat wants to go near either of you.

You guess some things in life just happen unexpectedly no matter how much you plan, you say to console him as an apologetic manager walks over with a towel and a small litter of more-adventurous kittens. After drying off, the two of you begin to play with the kittens, who crawl up your clothes and mewl adorably. The Avatar of Wrath is rendered speechless by your smile.

You’re right, he realises. After all, he hadn’t planned for you to come to the Devildom.

And he couldn’t be happier that you did.

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An objectively-fabulous, fifth-born brother seems confused by his own actions. He is objectively fabulous, put together, and always, always sure of himself. He’s never had this many clothes on hangers strewn across his bed before; mind working overtime as it imagines the different pattern and colour combinations on his body. He’s worn that shirt too many times in front of you. Those pants just don’t match the restaurant you’re going to. He can’t even decide between gold and silver jewellery - an easy decision that always comes naturally to him.

It’s not like he’s lost his touch. He knows what goes well with what… But when he imagines you looking at him, the self-doubt begins to rise uncomfortably in his chest.

… And, now, he hears you knocking on the door. And then, for the first time in his life as a demon, he walks to the door in the outfit he already has on.

And when he hears you gush over his outfit, his hair and he face… he can’t help but blush when an amazing, incredible realisation hits him.

You’d always love him - however he looked.

You’d always love him for who he was.

_

A sixth-born brother apologises profusely to yet another team member trying to navigate the RAD locker room. The demon waves him off with an understanding smile and a pat on the back… as do all the other demons on the RAD Fangol team, who also inevitably bump into the sixth-born Avatar of Sin. He’s unusually distracted, clumsy and talkative; but his team all know why.

“Hey, do I look okay?”

“Do you think coach remembers I’m going early?”

“Forecast said 1% precipitation on TV this morning. Should I move the date inside?”

All of his Fangol team - and probably all of RAD - know about his date. This is half-because he won’t stop talking about it to people he meets; and half-because his unusual, dazed behaviour makes it impossible for someone to not want to find out.

“Do you know I have a date tonight?” He asks for the umpteenth time to some old lady sitting next to him on the park bench he’s meant to wait for you at. The elderly demon feeds the crows, unresponsive - but not without a knowing, fond smile on her face. She doesn’t dare interrupt his happiness as he continues to excitedly run his plans by her; talking and talking and talking because, if he doesn’t, the hunger to see you consumes him.

When he sees you… That is when he finally becomes speechless.

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The youngest of seven brothers zooms from place to place, making sure to cover all the ground in his bedroom. He meticulously - almost obsessively -removes anything sharp, anything spooky-looking, and even his twin brother’s open snack packets all get ziplocked or clipped shut.

The former monster of the attic cannot risk making you uncomfortable. He has a chance - one, single, precious chance - at something his brothers all had managed long before he came along:

One shot to earn your forgiveness.

One shot to be in the running for your heart.

Even this single date had come months after he had… done what he did. He wasn’t complaining, though. At first, he had considered the fact that you had looked his way at all a bout of incredible luck. When you had started conversing with him again, it was a miracle. And when you had asked him out on a date… it was no longer outside forces. Unless it was some stupid, twisted joke - or a blissful, bittersweet dream - this date was a chance.

So the Avatar of Sloth diligently fends off the alluring, drowsy pull of his sin; checking every nook and cranny of his room before you come over for a movie night and sleepover.

He cannot waste this chance.

(hey hey hey, sorry for the inactivity - i'm so so busy omfg. as a result, uploads might start slowing down or might be limited to headcannons and short snippets that come to mind; i'm also gonna start focusing the next few on the side characters for once ahahaha. anyways, have a good day people :D)

[demonlorddiva]

Masterlist (so far)

I'll seperate things more nicely later, but heres what i have so far!

Obey Me! Shall We Date?

Funny 🦩

Angst 💘

Romance 💝

Fluff 💓

Comfort 💞

Headcannons

MC with glasses 💝💓

Brothers accidentally hurting MC 💘

Dateables accidentally hurting MC (minus Luke) 💘

‘Dad things’ the obey me brothers do 🦩

Obey me brothers with a sick mc 💞💓

Obey me brothers when your on your period 💞💓

Obey me brothers when your drunk 🦩💓

What I’d get the obey me brothers as a present 💝 💓

The obey me brothers walking in on you changing 🦩

Asks/requests

Continuation on obm brothers when your on your period Levi, Beel, Lucifer 💞

[pro-mammonologist]

Something I really love is seeing the traditionally dominant obm! boys (Luci, Satan, Beel, Dia, Barb) slowly become more comfortable with being submissive. The idea of them asking for it and being honest with you even though it’s embarrassing to them is so heartwarming. Taking super stressed Lucifer who does everything and just wants a fucking break let Mc take the reins and just let him fall apart??? Yes??? Lucifer going from super shy with his noises and super conscious of his reactions to literally yelling in pleasure and losing all restraints??? Delicious!!!!!! And then him asking for it AGAIN??? God yes. Can the devs feed us a crumb of subby demons? Especially Luci?

[seraphob]

• #obmちびくり企画 • The Christmas you deserved 🎄• Obey me! Nightbringer

Merry Christmas 🎁 I hope everyone enjoys it and spend it comforting atmosphere 🤍✨

[misc-obeyme]

omg okay so this is gonna sound a lil silly but seeing you be in your late 30's and still very much into obm has been SUPER comforting for someone who's nearly in my 30's myself. 😭🫶 I was starting to feel out of place in the fandom because all I saw was teens (which there's nothing wrong with ofc !! it's just nice to know there's also older fans actively in the fandom!)

This does not sound silly at all, anon!

I know how that feels, obviously lol! We definitely have a lot of young people in this fandom and of course I'm thrilled to see it! In fact, I quite like to see such amazing younger artists and writers.

But it can make you feel a little out of place when you're one of the only older people. But I promise there are more of us than it seems! Certainly less of us, perhaps, but we are here!

I'm so happy that I could bring you (and possibly others) a little comfort about this! I want to be the example that it's okay to enjoy things, no matter what age you are. In fact, I have never needed the comfort and entertainment that Obey Me brings me more at any other time in my life. So it feels like I found it at the perfect time.

Thank you for sharing this! Don't worry, you belong here!

[captainai-47]

OC MASTERLIST

General Background

Get to know her ( • ̀ω•́ )✧

The Agency and Isa's Career (๑ १д१)

Character Lore !!!∑(°Д°ノ)ノ

The Human Realm ヽ(*。>Д<;)o゜

Mc Trivia (灬°ω°灬)

Have some random, simple, complex, whatever kind of questions about my OBM Mc? Put it on my Inbox and I'll answer them!

Fanfics (*/ω＼*)

~Convincing~ (Demon Form Isa! x Og! Luci)

Lonely Little Ember (Comfort)

By @flappingdragon

Contains NSFW

Easter Special!

A Vacation to Remember (Full Fic)

Tongue

TWITTER ACC

Contains NSFW

(if the link isn't running, search up my user on Twitter)

Monster Isa!

Lucifer in Heat

Healing Isabella

Rando Horny

Fun Facts about Isabella

Isa and her night terrors

Welcome home dinner (and dessert)

[hopleii]

hi!! idk if you take suggestions but would u do mammon/the brothers with an asexual reader by any chance? :3

obm brothers with reader who doesn't show affection easily . . .

content: lucifer x gn!reader, mammon x gn!reader, satan x gn!reader, reader doesn't really show affection but is still loving and kind nonetheless :33, not proofread, trashy writing, lmk if something is inaccurate or if i missed something!

a/n: hi anon!! ty for da lovely request <3 i try to be open to rqs like this, but to avoid inaccuracy because i am not asexual myself, i will not label dis as asexual!reader but rather just reader who isn't too keen on showing sexual attraction or too much affection (ﾟДﾟ*)ﾉ hope thats okii!

LUCIFER

notices your lack of interest in intimacy and pda right away

he doesn't try to push or encourage, he's fine with whatever you're willing to give!

in days where he feels more lonely, he is more clingy and affectionate towards u

he doesn't hover or force you to return the affection tho!

honestly doesn't mind it since he's not big on showing too much affection, pda, and stuff like that anyways!

but when you do act affectionate or intimate. . .

he will return that same energy and more

cherishes all memories with you, but the ones where you aren't hesitant to show affection have a special place in his heart

MAMMON

while mammon is naturally touchy, affectionate, and loud, he quickly picks up on your boundaries and tones it down

he often forgets though, so he's constantly making sure you're okay after he accidentally smothers you with hugs

after awhile, he starts being more mindful, he offers hugs or hand-holding first before actually doing it just to keep u comfy

he does this so you aren't pushed into a corner where u feel like u have to return the same energy btw!

when you do initiate any form of affection, he'll grin like an idiot for houuurss

like leaning on his shoulder, playing with his hair, holding his hand in public

he's just happy to be there tbh

SATAN

unlike the other two who just brushed it off, satan has a respectful curiosity

asks you lots of questions about how you express yourself and what you're comfortable with

because while he has his own needs, he wants to make sure you're okay as well so he asks you a lot of questions to get some middle ground

quietly encourages but never forces

treats your small forms of affection or little gestures like they're monumental

writing him a short note about how much you appreciate him, cupping his face whenever he feels his temper getting out of control,

he's just a gentleman about it and always keeps your boundaries in mind

© — hopleii

[kitsuga]

Accidents Happen. {Mammon x Reader/MC}

Description: 

A fic in which Mammon sucks MC into another attempt to make money and have to run from Lucifer; accidental confessions are involved

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Tags: fluff, accidental confessions, mammon and his money making schemes again..., reader is mc in this one!, wrote this based on base game mammon not nightbringer, not beta'd, not edited, gender neutral reader, mammon x reader/mc, obey me! x reader/mc, obey me!/obm/om, mammon

Word Count: 1,212

A/N: Written on: June 26, 2021 

Hes so CUTE I had to write this, there was no stopping my hand 

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“Calm down, calm down—we have enough photos for everybody!”  

“Mammon, we’ve got another one asking if we have any of ‘Lucifer sneezing’. Why are they so specific?” 

“It’s funny, and he’s vulnerable; the perfect photo!” 

“Do you... have one?” 

“Nope! Tell ‘em to think bigger!” 

Mammon lost MC in the crowd again as succubus and demon both surrounded him, looking to get their hands on exclusive photos of his brothers. He was all smiles, laying his charm on thick to get as much money as he could out of all the suckers—30,000 grimm for a photo of Satan asleep on a garden bench? 500,000 grimm for a photo of Asmo in a face mask? These people were fools and he was ready for the bountiful gold harvest. 

Luckily, MC agreed to help him. They said they were only in it so long as they got a cut of the profits, but Mammon knew better; they were always the person he turned to for shenanigans because they were the only one willing to jump head-first into anything with him. He scanned the crowd for them again, his smile growing even wider when he caught sight of them smiling with another demon, a devilish glint in their eyes as they exchanged a photo for cash.  

All was going well—they were almost out of photos and they had made an absolute killing; Mammon even had a card reader for his D.D.D. where that direct deposit tasted so sweet. Even better—not a brother of his in sight! No Lucifer, not even a Diavolo! He looked over at MC who gave him a knowing smirk and a thumbs up. Mammon felt as though he were surrounded by the sun, the comfort of finally winning wrapping around him like a blanket—it didn’t last long. 

With a crowd this big, it was sure to draw attention sometime; despite its size and the large amount of people pushing and shoving to get to the center, Mammon could still pick out the ever-authoritative Lucifer among them all. His fever dream snapped and started crumbling within seconds; he called out to MC. 

“Shops closed! Thanks fer comin’! Time to book it, MC!” 

Hopping off of his makeshift pedestal, MC met up with him; he grabbed their wrist and started to hightail it out of the crowd, pushing, shoving, squeezing through people as he told them off when they complained. He could hear people behind the two of them complain more about being shoved and others squealing over the appearance of Lucifer. For a split second, Mammon considered staying within the confines of the crowd, just running in circles between people to keep the distance between the two of them and the ball of fury that was on his way—it was a short-lived plan as he realized Lucifer was starting to disperse the crowd; what was he supposed to do? What was he going to do? He nervously called out to MC. 

“Hey uh, got any ideas?” 

They clicked their tongue and flipped the script, grabbing onto his wrist and pulling him along instead. 

“Follow me and keep your head down!”  

They lead him in a zig-zag motion through the people before bursting out of the crowd straight into an alleyway where they ran as fast as they could. They made their way through various streets, alleys, anywhere they thought they could get away from Lucifer; whenever they thought they were far enough, they ducked into one last alleyway and hid behind some stray boxes and trash cans. They both collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily and lounging as though they were about to fall over completely and pass out at any moment. Once they both caught most of their breath, they finally looked at one another and started in a fit of giggles, steadily growing to a stomach-aching laughter. MC started to settle down first, wiping away a few stray tears while Mammon worked on slowing down back to giggles. 

“You know,” MC started, pausing to take a few breaths, “Lucifer’s going to make us give all that money back.” 

“Yeah,” Mammon could hardly get out through his laughter. 

“We’ll probably be punished severely.” 

“Yeah.” 

“I’ll just blame it on you.” 

“Hey!” Mammon pointed an accusatory finger in their direction. “You were in on it too! Don’t leave me hangin’ like that!” 

“Every person for themselves,” they stuck their tongue out and bit it, a smirk on their lips. 

Mammon glared at them, though it wouldn’t be for long since their smile turned to a shit-eating grin and he couldn’t help but reciprocate. They moved closer to him, tapping his chest with a fire in their eyes. 

“Besides, he won’t know about the money on Goldie if we don’t tell him!” 

Mammon’s smile grew from ear to ear, a warmth growing in his chest like a ripple with each tap of their finger. He didn’t realize they had moved so close, but he felt so warm and comfortable, he couldn’t help but look at them with a soft, loving look in his eyes. He spoke before he could think. 

“See? This is why I fell in love with ya, MC.” 

Their widened eyes staring back at him snapped him out of his love drunk gaze. He could feel his face heat up along with his chest this time, his eyebrows drawing together in false anger in an attempt to backtrack what he had said. His eyes darted around, looking everywhere except into MC’s, biting his tongue a lot as he tried to stammer through a few words, a few excuses, none of which were successful. He kept trying to turn his face away from them, but they simply followed his gaze, an evil smirk following his eyes around. 

“Quit it, will ya?” He closed his eyes and turned his face away again, “Forget it.” 

“Oh, come on Mammon, tell me what you said.” 

“I said nothin’!” 

“Something about falling in love with me?” 

“No!”  

Mammon stopped his back and forth arguing with them after they put a hand over his, leaning in dangerously close to his face. MC pushed his sunglasses up, taking a good look at him; he swallowed hard and found it almost impossible to look into their eyes, but pushed himself to do so anyways, even when they leaned all the way in and gave his lips a gentle kiss. 

Starstruck, lovestruck, whatever kind of struck he was, he couldn’t move. He couldn’t close his eyes, he couldn’t kiss back, he just sat there with wide eyes and his face as dark as it could go. MC didn’t stay long, pulling away with an innocent smile this time, reaching up to grab his chin gently and shake his face back and forth. 

“Well, you’ll have to love me later. Right now, I think we gotta get going.” 

They stood quickly and pulled him to his feet, taking off without him, laughing at him whenever he called out for them to wait. He sighed, both exasperated and in longing, and watched them as they went; maybe he’d take this money of his and take them out to a nice dinner for once. 

“Mammon...” A booming voice came from right behind him. 

Or... maybe not. 

[obeymeshallwedateaddict]

Lesson 64 is here guys! I hope you enjoy it. As for the requests in my inbox I promise I'm working on them and will post them soon enough.

Haven't posted fluff in a while so I decided to make it fluffy though the plot is still there!

You can find more of my work here: Masterlist

Unofficial season 4 Obm NB: here

Lesson 64: "Fractured Bonds"

The World is Breaking

The Devildom is shifting beneath your feet. The streets flicker like a glitching dream, and the once-familiar air feels dangerous—thick with something unnatural.

Diavolo’s voice is grave.

Diavolo: “Reality itself is being rewritten.”

Lucifer’s arms are crossed, his jaw tight.

Lucifer: “We’re running out of time.”

Levi quickly pulls up a digital map, his eyes darting across the glowing red symbols forming an impossibly intricate summoning circle.

Satan’s voice is low.

Satan: “…This isn’t just summoning something. It’s erasing what was already here.”

Then Barbatos does something he almost never does—he looks… uneasy.

Barbatos: “…You are at the center of this.”

Your stomach drops.

Diavolo: “We have to move.”

Splitting Up

The brothers break into teams, determined to track down the source of the anomaly. You find yourself alone with…

(This is a multiple choice like the game so you get to choose whom to go with. The options are Lucifer, Mammon and Beelzebub)

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With Lucifer

Lucifer leads the way, his presence commanding even in the chaos. The flickering shadows make his features sharper—his crimson gaze cutting through the dark like fire.

A tremor shakes the ground. You stumble—but before you can fall, a firm hand seizes your wrist.

Lucifer pulls you flush against him, your breath hitching as his other hand steadies your waist.

Lucifer: “Tch. Clumsy.”

His tone is scolding, but his fingers stay pressed into your skin, his body dangerously close.

You: “…You caught me.”

Lucifer doesn’t answer immediately. His grip tightens—just slightly—like he doesn’t want to let go.

Lucifer: “…I always will.”

His voice is lower now, heavy with something unspoken. His eyes flicker to your lips—just for a second—before he exhales sharply and steps back.

Lucifer: “…Let’s keep moving.”

But even as he turns away, his fingertips ghost along yours—just once—before slipping away.

Lucifer: “Take my hand.”

Your fingers intertwine with his, the touch grounding you in a world that’s rapidly losing its balance. His hand holds yours like it’s a promise—a promise that even in the chaos, he won’t let go.

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With Mammon

Mammon is on edge. His shoulders are tense, his golden eyes darting around the shifting landscape.

Mammon: “Don’t like this… Feels like we’re bein’ watched.”

Then, without warning—something lunges toward you.

Mammon reacts instantly. He grabs you, twisting you into his arms, shielding you completely.

Mammon: “Not happenin’ on my watch!”

The danger passes, but Mammon doesn’t let go. His arms remain locked around you, your back pressed to his chest, his breath hot against your ear.

Mammon: “…You okay?”

His voice is lower now, rough with emotion. You nod, but Mammon’s grip doesn’t loosen.

You: “…Mammon?”

There’s a long silence.

Then, slowly, his hand moves. His fingers brush up your arm, tracing lightly over your skin, before stopping just below your jaw.

Mammon: “…Damn it.”

His thumb brushes your cheek—a slow, hesitant caress. His eyes flicker, searching yours, lingering on your lips.

For a second, you think he’s going to—

Then he huffs sharply and pulls back.

Mammon: “Tch. Let’s just go.”

But as he walks ahead, his hand slides back, fingers grazing yours—then deliberately entwining them.

Mammon: “Stick close.”

His hand holds yours tightly, like he’s claiming you in the midst of the chaos. His warmth is a comfort in a world that’s slowly fracturing.

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With Beelzebub

Beel walks close, his large frame blocking you from the shifting chaos around you.

Beelzebub: “…Something’s here.”

A deep growl rumbles through the air. Before you can react, Beel moves.

One moment you’re standing—the next, you’re pinned against his chest, his arms caging you protectively.

Beelzebub: “No.”

His voice is a low snarl, his grip iron-strong as he swings you behind him. The moment the enemy lunges, he destroys it in a single, brutal strike.

But even after the danger passes, Beel doesn’t move away. His hands search you for injuries, large, warm, lingering.

Beelzebub: “…You’re okay.”

You: “Beel… you didn’t have to—”

Beel’s violet eyes soften. He reaches up, his thumb brushing just under your eye—tender, deliberate.

Beelzebub: “I’ll always protect you.”

His hand drifts lower, knuckles grazing your jaw. His breath is warm, so close you can feel it.

For a second, it feels like everything else disappears.

Then, slowly, reluctantly, Beel’s fingers trail away.

Beelzebub: “…We should keep moving.”

But even as he turns, his pinky hooks around yours, holding on for just a second longer.

Beel: “Don’t let go.”

Your hands link firmly—a simple gesture, yet one that feels like a promise in the midst of the chaos. His hand protectively clasps yours, not letting go, as if the world could fall apart, but he won’t let you slip away.

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A Terrifying Discovery

The group regathers, but something is deeply wrong.

Satan: “These symbols… They’re celestial.”

Lucifer’s fists clench.

Lucifer: “This isn’t just a demon’s doing.”

Levi’s voice crackles through the comms, panicked.

Leviathan: “Guys, you need to see this. Now.”

Back at the castle, Levi gestures to a corrupted record.

Leviathan: “This is a list of every exchange student ever.”

Your eyes skim the list. Your stomach drops.

Your name is missing.

Not crossed out. Not erased.

Like you never existed.

Silence.

Lucifer: “…That’s impossible.”

Diavolo’s expression darkens.

Diavolo: “If someone is rewriting history itself…”

Barbatos exhales. “We may be too late.”

The walls of the castle shudder.

And then—the world shifts.