#obm diavolo x mc

[allknowingaxolotl]

Who is this diva or whatever the kids say nowadays

[thewritetofreespeech]

Headcanons of Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, and Simeon with shy MC kissing him on the cheek?

Obey me + S/O giving them a kiss on the cheek

Diavolo

Oh he just loves cheek kisses

Not that he doesn’t love regular kisses, but cheek kisses are his favorite

You can really get him to do anything for a cheek kiss or pat on the head from MC

Barbatos

He appreciates that a shy person like MC has a hard time expressing things. So cheek kisses are very intimate for them.

Never expects it, but always appreciates it.

Also thinks they are very intimate as they are a fleeting touch of promises, rather than a passionate kiss.

Solomon

He’ll take just about anything MC will give him, but finds cheek kisses….childish?

Really? That’s the best you can do?

He supposes they are appropriate when one is rushing out the door. Or about to go to sleep for the night. Or in a big crowd in public. But he’d rather have a real, full kiss please & thank you.

Simeon

Finds them very sweet.

Simeon is a soft boy too. A bit bolder than MC, but subtle about it.

He would like more out of their kisses, but cheek kisses are fine too. He’ll be here when they are ready for more.

[love-archer]

Desires. . .

♡ It's hard to deny he wants, no scratch that, desires you~ ♡

♡.Obey me!

♡♡.SUGGESTIVE!! Minor do not interact with me!! GN!reader, implied Masturbation, Possessiveness if you squint your eyes (the cherry on top ♥️)

♡♡♡. I blame my cutie cass @asmology and her post for these fever thoughts 😵‍💫

♡ DIAVOLO tries his best to keep his needs, his desires, his twisted fantasies at bay. Believe him, he tries his hardest but you...you are so temping. And you don’t know, how wicked…

♡ A human in the student council room, poor thing is confused, scared. It almost makes his heart soften at the sight of you. Almost pities you. Seeing you in the flesh confirms his theories, humans are so different from demons and angels. You aren’t sharp shaped as demons, and you aren’t fantabulous and shiny as angels. Based on the notes from Lucifer, You are clumsy in shape, you look soft, easy to break. Your weak spots are in the open. You don’t have magic to protect you, which makes Diavolo a bit happy, meaning he can give you the amount of attention he wanted without making Lucifer and Barbatos worry about him being too interested. He could ask about your day and needs and concerns since day one without raising suspicions.

♡ He, because of his power and position in the program, suggests that it’s best if you join in when he trains, to pick up a small amount of his skills. But that’s not all why he wants you to join. Maybe he craves see you flushed and sweaty, worn out, that’d make it so easy for Diavolo to attack and grab you. Maybe he craves to push you to a wall the second Barbatos leaves the area, to cage you completely. Maybe he desires to put his lips on your soft ones, would they bruise if he bites and pulls?

♡ Diavolo tries to move slow at first, he can’t scare you off just yet. He smiles at you when you walked in the room. He brings (Barbatos fetches the items) you drinks and snacks when he saw you studying in the library. But he notices the way Mammon gazed upon your body. It radiates lust and neediness, it was clear what he wants to do to you. He notices how other demons reacted to you, their thoughts are transparent to the prince of demons. They clearly think of you as a prey to stalk, a mere plaything to gang on when he’s not with you. He has to put his hand on the end of your spine and lean closer to you. They should get the message now. You’re not to be touched. Your skin was warm through the shirt, he fights the urge to sneak his hand upwards.

♡ Although he shines with a playfulness aura and a smile when he’s with you, he was different when he is alone.

♡ With files and piles of papers done, he slips on his bed. He should be relieved that he has free time but…he’s upset it’s so late and you’re asleep. Asleep…and far away. If only he can have an excuse to have you with him in the castle.

♡ He can bring you to the balcony and show you the nightsky from high above, charm you and steal a kiss or two.

♡ Diavolo, on his bed, lies on his back. His hands were loosing the tie, and the other opening his shirt. “Mmhm..”

♡ he can pull you in an empty room and roam his hands over your body, lips on yours, whispering what’ll he do later after Barbatos leaves to work downstairs

♡ he would kiss your neck, kiss your collarbones and hold your thighs, he would bring you to him so close that he can hear your heartbeat

♡ he would command you to strip, slowly and piece by piece

♡ he tells you he would not touch you but strip himself down as well, he would command you to come closer and-

♡ Diavolo smiles before he leads you out of the room, nodding at Barbatos who was looking for both of you

♡ Diavolo won’t waste time and teases you more all night long to the point you can’t help but amuse a little yourself to calm your hot body when you close the door of your bedroom. Would you moan his name? Would you send him pictures and beg for his help? Is your human body sensitive as it seems?

♡ Diavolo takes off his shirt as his imagination and obsession of you get intense

♡ his hand reaches for his DDD, he can already picture you whimpering for him but looking at references isn’t bad

♡ days pass after that night and his thoughts become more curious

♡ would you like it if he grips on your hips during class under the desk? Would you act as innocent student if his fingers dance near the zipper of your pants?

♡ his gazing on you increases as you interact more with him, do you truly not fear him and his demonic nature? How much can you can you endure?

♡ Diavolo doesn’t believe you trust him all the way

♡ he doesn’t know if you would trust him when he ropes you up with his tie and pushes you on the desk of this class, he just might have to do it to find his answers

♡ would you let him bend you over Lucifer’s desk when he can come in the door at any moment? Would you listen to his desires and tell him to act on them?

❧ © 143-cupid, 2022, all rights reserved. ☙

[5mary5]

You know what event obey me should release? A "Happy Father's Day" event for all the unpaid and overworked dads in obey me.

Because like simeon has 1 one son

And then there is barbatos with diavolo and solomon(yes solomon counts too don't @ me),he could also have luke? I mean he is more like an uncle than a father, maybe a grandfather? Anyways

Oh lucifer should count too, in fact he should probably get atleast a week off to relax his shoulders, did I forget anyone? I don't think so

Well technically depending on if you are male or female, mc should count too? Depends on how you see luke if you see him as your son then you could also count for father's day but really it would be fun to see diavolo and solomon tell barbatos happy fathers day lmao, ik simeon would tear UP if luke called him dad

[oceannaut]

Crying rn since my family situation won’t allow me to buy this mf

[vellatrelle]

Happy Devil Day 2022✨

I was just gonna do a small stress free sketch💀💀💀 ended up spending 15 hours on it //dies

HDD really made me nyooming back to obey me tho fr

Close up because yes✨

[dinaaaaee]

Your lips, my lips...

✧ Lucifer x gender neutral reader, he may be abit ooc. This may come across as unrequited feelings? He just wants a kiss, so bad... and inlove.

✧ Warnings: none I think. However, I did describe the kiss that might come across suggestive?

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"Lucifer, could you finish these papers by Thursday?" Barbatos asked as he placed them down, neatly. "Mhm…" Lucifer hums half-heartedly, chin in his hand. Barbatos, puzzled, sees a very out of character Lucifer, staring, Intently at something…or rather someone? Oh. Mc.

Barbatos couldn't help but chuckle, at the lovestruck man before him. Lucifer couldn't help himself from staring, how could he, why would he? Your so perfect. Your bright smile, your twinkling eyes, your fluffy hair, those lips... oh those honeyed lips. He wondered how'd you taste, how soft your lips would feel against his. Your breath on him, his breath on yours, Your scent lingering on his clothes... He would never admit to being jealous of things that pass your lips, like that Vaseline your putting on. Him jealous of Vaseline? please he would-

"Hm? Barbatos? Did you say something?" Lucifer says, breaking free from his trance. Barbatos gives Lucifer a knowing smile, taking his leave. While picking up the papers, Lucifer furrowed his brows and sighed, but his concentration was cut short when he heard Mc and Diavolo laughing loudly.

Mc. Please kiss him. ♡　♥　♡　♥　♡　♥　♡ 　 　

[kosmoriri]

[antiromanticbaby]

Paintings - Lord Diavolo

Lord Diavolo x GN!artist!reader

[✧] ー Set in Nightbringer. MC has been trying their best to find a way of communication with the future, hoping that they are actually in the right timeline (which I doubt. Anyways-). It seems like they have finally found a way.

[✧] ー Ok v v random but some parts of the NB game have given me some good 'Dark' flashbacks Like, the SWD cast are asking just where are we and then they change the question to When which was straight out a scene from Dark haha.

When Diavolo first heard of your disappearance, he was torn. The one he loved and adored, the one he was about to court and propose to was now... gone. Just like that, without a trace between the whole three worlds, and even Solomon and Barbatos were no help.

First his mother, then his father, and now you.

No matter what way he put it, you were gone. His little darling was gone. He was the demon prince, he would be the king one day, and yet he felt like he had lost a big part of himself just with your disappearance.

Just where have you gone, MC?

Soft classic music had filled his dimly lit office, and Barbatos had brought his favorite treat. He was going to be king, he couldn't lose his composure just like that. And yet, hearing the classical music, his mind and heart was filled with thoughts of you, of your smile and laughs, of the way you twirled in his arms, or stepped on his feet when he tried to teach you a simple waltz. A smile graced his lip, but it went away soon when he heard the knock on the door.

'Not today...' He thought to himself. Perhaps this was Lucifer, telling him to compose himself and be a good role model for Devildom. But Diavolo knew it, he knew how Lucifer himself was breaking. He had seen how the fallen star flew around the Devildom, sneaked around and tried to find one small trace of you.

Or maybe it was one of his brothers, here to demand answers, to where you were. In this case, as Barbatos has put it, 'when' you were.

And maybe it was Barbatos, bringing good news. Only if 'good news' hadn't turned into 'miracles' that never occurred.

"Come in." He spoke firmly, trying to sound confident. But if it was someone close to him, they would know that he wasn't, that his strong aura was nothing but a mere facade. Still, his kingdom came first. He must look strong, no matter what, even if Lucifer and Barbatos see through the act.

"Young master, I have brought some news." It was Barbatos, always neat and polite. Diavolo, in a way, envied how unphased Barbatos seemed, but he knew that Barbatos was too perfect. And that was exactly why he was imperfect. Diavolo motioned for his steward to continue. Barbatos continued, an amused smile on his face. "A Little D has found some... interesting paintings in the basement. According to what they said, these paintings have been transferred to the castle from Cocytus Hall."

"Interesting? And would you please elaborate on what you are... hinting at?"

"I believe you must see them for yourself." Barbatos spoke politely, motioning Diavolo to follow.

And Diavolo did. Perhaps this would be a good distraction from the haunting thoughts of his darling and just where they were, when they were, and if they were alive or not.

Upon seeing the paintings decorating all over the basement of his castle, Diavolo's heart skipped a beat. He was... so happy, filled with a sense of euphoria that he didn't know existed, not before finding out. Lord Diavolo could recognize your painting style from miles away, and all of these were yours.

But what were you doing in Cocytus Hall? And why haven't any of them heard of you?

He quickly turned the self portrait around, noticing the scribbles on the inside.

'First painting since coming here. It is now one year after the Celestial War. I truly hope this reaches you'

'MC'

There was no point in asking whether these were truly yours or not, because he recognized the handwriting. His grip on the canvas tightened and a smile formed on Diavolo's lips. "Barbatos, please move all of these to my room."

He felt in a rush, to decorate his room with whatever he could find from you. Now, he knew you were alive. He knew you were safe, and as much as the thought of you, his lover, living in the Cocytus Hall back in the past and with Solomon bothered him, he was just glad that you were safe. That his MC was safe and alive. "Oh, and please call the brothers over for dinner. We must share the news."

"Should we tell them about the paintings?" Barbatos asked, even though he already knew the answer.

"...No, not yet. Just tell them we found notes of MC."

It wouldn't hurt to be selfish, only for a little while.

[spacemooshroom]

I can see through you

Chapter 1 (you're here) Chapter 2

Satan/gn! MC (they/them pronouns)

Third person POV (both Satan and MC)

2280 words

Kind of angst?? I guess?? It's more of an exploration of Satan and MC's feelings at the beginning of Nightbringer

At first, MC was far more concerned about going back to their time rather than rebuilding their relationships, but Nightbringer, the cause of all their current troubles, had specifically "explained" that rebuilding their relationships was exactly what they had to do.

And it wasn't exactly easy.

The hardest person to get close to was, in fact, the person in a situation similar to theirs:

Satan.

Uhh not really spoilers tbh except for a brief mention about Simeon's situation in the late lessons of the og Obey me and uhh spoilers for one of the early lessons in NB? Early as in around lesson 8 I can't be bothered to check which one rn

This is my first time posting my writing anywhere so please be nice lmao

Also english isn't my first language so there's that

Yeah so I haven't gotten very far in Nightbringer but I got this idea about how Satan and MC were in similar situations in NB and thus this was born

This part is purely platonic but I do intend to make it romantic as it goes on so yeah enjoy :))

It was quite a bizarre situation.

Bizarre as in familiar and unfamiliar all the same.

MC couldn't help being reminded of when they first arrived at the Devildom- as a human exchange student and not as a lost and confused demon; Lucifer and his brothers were wary of them again, Luke was complaining about the demons, Simeon was trying to make the best of a bad deal, Diavolo and Barbatos seemed all too pleased with the situation MC had found themselves in, and Solomon was... still shady.

All of that felt familiar, but unfamiliar feelings started with their new room, at their new house, with their new roommate.

Who would have thought MC would come to miss the ruckus at the House of Lamentation?

And sure, it was funny to see Mammon and Luke bicker with each other; the young angel calling Mammon all sorts of pg-7 insults while the demon answered back with the same type of insults, but MC felt a pang of pain in their chest every time it was at them who Luke looked at with fear in his eyes, when it used to be them who Luke would go at seeking refugee from the demons "torturing" him.

And seeing Simeon so nostalgic felt strange as well, especially knowing the fate that the Simeon from their time fared.

It once was MC who asked millions of questions to Diavolo and Barbatos, while it was now the pair who tried to pry answers from them; answers they either didn't have or were strictly forbidden by Solomon to share.

Lying to all of them, to their family was the worst feeling in the world.

And even after revealing the truth about their nature, they still felt guilt.

And it felt even worse to see everyone around them with their already built relationships, something MC would have to make from scratch all over again.

At first, MC was far more concerned about going back to their time rather than rebuilding their relationships, but Nightbringer, the cause of all their current troubles, had specifically "explained" that rebuilding their relationships was exactly what they had to do.

And it wasn't exactly easy.

The hardest person to get close to was, in fact, the person in a situation similar to theirs:

Satan.

The young demon wanted nothing to do with his "brothers" or the angels or the demon prince and his butler or the shady sorcerer said butler hated for some unknown reason.

And especially, he wanted nothing to do with his "attendant" who was supposed to help him around the Devildom.

Satan didn't want help.

He wanted the exact opposite, in fact.

Rage consumed him day and night. His own rage confused him and exhausted him.

His mere existence was as exhausting for him as it was for his brothers.

None of them wanted to care for him, and the feeling was mutual.

What did Satan truly want? He didn't know, but he did know that whatever was going on in his life at the moment was not it.

Half his life wasn't even his own, it was part of an angel-turned-demon who due to his rage, created a being on his own and had the pride to call his, his brother.

Satan loathed Lucifer as much as he loathed himself. Hating Lucifer made his rage complete; his whole existence, his whole being was consumed by his own rage.

And he was punished by his rage.

Punished by his own nature.

Satan felt as if his brothers hated his mere existence, as if all they could make out of him was his rage.

Was it all that made him?

His rage? His resentment?

He wished he knew.

He felt like a stranger in his own body, in his own mind.

He hated feeling this way. He hated feeling like an extension of someone's worst feelings, and he absolutely despised anyone else viewing him as such.

He was a stranger in his own body, in his own mind, in his own family.

And MC could relate to that.

The way they presented themselves to the brothers and to everyone else made them feel strange, distant, different.

They were both strangers in the place they were placed at, neither of them feeling like they belonged, neither of them wanting to belong, yet both of them being forced to find themselves amongst everyone else.

MC knew how Satan felt. They knew very well about Satan's insecurities and fears, as he had laid them out to them.

He didn't feel like a stranger in his family in the present time anymore, yet MC recalled Satan telling them just how horrible it was for him when he was just created.

They could see it in him, how he would purposely distance himself from his family so as to not make them boil over, to not make himself boil over.

And they hated seeing him like this. Satan did distance himself from his brothers every once in a while in their time; whenever he felt close to bursting, but he was able to control it fairly well.

But in the past? Satan was still figuring out the mechanics of being alive and how to handle himself.

Which is why more often than not he ended up being chained up in a closet by his brothers.

MC empathized with him the most. And so they tried to get close to him.

But he didn't make it easy.

He hated the idea of being alive, yet he hated the idea of having someone help him how the whole being alive thing worked.

He snapped at MC every time they approached him, and he did everything he could to stay away from them.

But they didn't make it easy.

..................................................................

It was still early. The sky was still an orange-purple-ish tone, and the birds were starting to sing their song. Half of his brothers were still in bed, yet there it was, the knocking on the door Satan had come to know.

Tap-tippytaptap-tap-tap

The knocking on the door he had come to hate.

He let out a groan from his place in the dining room, where he sat alone, and walked down the hallway to receive the attendant.

When they first started coming, Satan didn't even respond to their knocking, but he had learned that if they were left waiting at the door for long enough, their tap-tippytaptap-tap-tap's only got louder and louder the longer they were left waiting.

If they were waiting long enough, they just started calling their D.D.D.s.

One by one.

Besides, if he purposely left the attendant waiting outside, Lucifer would just yell at him as soon as he found out they weren't let in as soon as they arrived.

Yeah, Satan didn't need to deal with the guy's yelling so early on.

So, despite his disgust and complete discontent to receive them, he went to open the door.

And there he found them.

His annoying attendant, a smile on their face as soon as the door was opened.

"Good morning, Satan! How did you sleep today?"

Their cheery tone annoyed him to no end.

"Good"

It wasn't true, but he had learned that if he told the truth, and told them that he was plagued by nightmares about memories that didn't even belong to him all night long, they would just start asking him questions about his wellbeing and listing remedies he could try against insomnia.

Their smile just got wider.

"Great!"

After that, they both went silent.

If they were expecting him to ask how their night was, they'd be waiting until the cows came home.

Despite his reluctance to have a conversation, their smile never faded, and they went on to say:

"So, may I come in?"

Satan shrugged, feeling the anger bubbling up in him already.

He stepped aside without saying a word, and they entered the house with a bounce to their step.

He shut the door behind him, and turned around to go back to the dining room when the attendant said:

"By the way, I have something for you"

He turned around, a dumbfounded "what?" leaving him and a puzzled expression on his face.

It was only then that he noticed the book they were carrying.

He approached them, eyeing the book warily.

It was fairly old and torn, the leather covers eaten away by time.

MC presented the book to him, a grin plastered on their face at his curious expression.

On the cover, there was the engraving of a cat, laying down on a meadow.

Satan traced the engraving with his fingers, mesmerized by the creature portrayed in it.

"What is...?"

"Solomon has a lot of books in Cocytus Hall," they started explaining. "I was looking around the library the other day, when I found this book. I asked Solomon about it, and he explained to me that it's the story of the day-to-day life of a man through his cat's eyes"

Satan's eyes started to glimmer with their words.

"I skimmed through it, and found it quite interesting. It depicts the life of this man, with a life most mundane, but from his cat's point of view, his life suddenly becomes much more exciting"

"Solomon is also a fan of cats, you see," they smiled. "He read this book a long time ago, and when he explained to me what it was about, the first thing I thought about was you"

Satan started at their words.

"Me?" He asked. "Why would you think of me?"

The attendant giggled. By Diavolo, he hated them.

"What do you mean 'why would I think of you?'? I recall how fascinated you were with that cat we found a few days ago"

Satan recalled their meeting. They talked for a while and he got to pet a creature he had come to love in a short amount of time, a cat.

"I assume you already made your research about cats," They were right, of course, but why would they assume that about him? And how were they right about him? "So, I figured, now that you know more about them, you'd be interested in this book"

They presented him the book once again, and he hesitated before taking it.

"Is it really okay for me to have it? I mean, I don't want Solomon up my ass for keeping one of his books"

They let out a laugh, and their eyes crinkled on the corners and glimmered with mirth.

Foul.

"I specifically asked him if you could have it, and he assured me he was happy you'd have it. He did, however, ask me to ask you to tell him what you thought about the book after you read it"

He scoffed.

"Sure, I'll let him know"

Their eyes softened.

"And do let me know if you enjoy the book as well. I haven't read it myself, so I might ask you to lend it to me once you finish it"

He shrugged again.

"Sure, I will"

They gave him a smile and then they both went silent once again.

"I'll go check on Lucifer, then"

Like clockwork, every morning they were there, they would first go to Lucifer's office to ask him about their plans that day, so they could schedule their day according to theirs.

Satan nodded, and they started walking down the hallway with that bounce on their step again when he croaked:

"MC?"

They turned around, shock in their face that went away as fast as it appeared.

"Yes?"

"Thank you, for, uh- the book"

What?

They grinned at him.

"You're welcome!"

They turned back around and disappeared around a corner.

What was that?

Why did he stutter?

And why did he thank them?

He looked down at the book in his hands, and stared at the intricate design on the cover.

He opened the book and skimmed through the pages. Despite the cover appearing old and withered, its pages were in perfect condition.

Perhaps Solomon had placed a spell on it to keep its contents intact.

Whatever the case, Satan was glad to have something new to read.

It was written in a human language he identified as sumerian.

He was still perfecting his human language knowledge, but he felt confident enough to be able to read it.

And even then, he enjoyed a challenge.

He couldn't wait to get started in his new book.

He walked the path to his room, a light smile on his face.

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"Sure, I'd love to give it to him, but don't you want to read it first?"

"Solomon," they started "I don't know sumerian"

"And are you sure Satan does?"

"The Satan from our time definitely does"

Solomon was taken aback. "How do you know he knows sumerian?"

"Because he once lent me a book that was written in sumerian, and when I tried to explain to him that I didn't know the language, he just said: 'what do you mean you don't know sumerian? You're a human, and besides, sumerian is very easy to learn'"

"He's right, though," Solomon teased "what are they teaching in school nowadays that you don't know sumerian?"

"It's a dead language!"

"Latin is also a dead language, but you do study it in school"

"Okay, yeah, I'm not doing this"

Solomon chuckled and ruffled their hair.

"You know I'm just teasing"

They rolled their eyes and smiled.

"So, can I take it to Satan then?"

"Of course" he smiled "I'm sure he'll like the gesture"

MC sighed. "I really hope so"

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"So do you want me to teach you sumerian?"

"I do need you to help me read the book once Satan finishes it"

"So you do want me to teach you sumerian"

"Okay, fine! Whatever!"

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This had me searching for the world's oldest languages and yeah sumerian is one of them, if you didn't know

This is me trying to make a sense of the canon timeline even though it is a complete mess but anyway yeah Solomon managed to own a book written in sumerian. Don't think too much about it

I'd really appreciate feedback and just comments so if you have anything to say just do so thank you :))

[spicywasabae]

Lmao im rarely on tumblr but ive recently gotten back into lurking on it since twitter is a cesspool and i need more obey me content lol so heres some Diavolo art with my MC Amaris. I have a bunch of crack ideas to finish drawing these two in i'll post them when im done with them too!

‼️IM ALSO OPEN FOR COMMISSIONS‼️link in bio

[thewritetofreespeech]

Obey me - Christmas dates (II)

Simeon

“Is this it?”

“No. That’s not it.”

“Is this it?”

“Hmm…no. That’s still not it.”

“Is this it?”

“No. But keep trying [Y/N].”

You grumble at Simeon’s optimistic smile and put the book down. When he asked you to accompany him to the local bookstore, you thought this would be more cute & romantic. Not a scavenger hunt through the aisle looking for a book he wouldn’t tell you the name of.

“If you just told me what the book was called, we could look it up in the directory. Or ask someone.”

“No, no. I don’t want to trouble anyone.” Simeon insisted. Combing through the books by their spines. “It’s a red book, and it should be in the new release section.”

“Super helpful Simeon….” You sarcastically reply, as you stand in a sea of red and green book covers for the holidays.

The angel sighed. “I’m sorry [Y/N]. But…it’s really important. I want it to be a surprise so….please bear with me.” You sigh back and keep searching. You really couldn’t say no to Simeon.

Going down another aisle, you spot a book that was facing forward on the shelf. Cover displayed and not the spine. Clearly new, but bound in a way to make it look like an old tome amongst it’s bright shiny partners. You picked it up and flipped a few pages. “Is this it?”

Simeon’s head popped out around the other bookcase and he beamed. “Yes!” Darting over he picked it up with glee. “I can’t believe we found it!”

“What’s so special about this book?” You had to know after all this searching.

The angel got a little shifty in his stance, and blush started to form on his cheeks. “Well….I wrote it.”

“You did?” That wasn’t really a surprise. You were well aware that Simeon was a very gifted writer. From Levi’s favorite series to his smaller pieces of fiction. What surprised you was that he seemed so shy about it. “Why did you want to keep that a secret?”

“Well….read it.” He offered, along with handing you back the book and waiting for you to open it.

You only read a small portion, but the story was about a young protagonist lost in the world of Christmas. Magically transported there, they encounter the seven guardians of Christmas who have lost their path in life to find their way home. The youngest who doesn’t deliver the presents because he was too lazy to do his route. The middle one who is such a perfectionist about everything looking perfect in the gifts that nothing ever gets done. The third who thinks that they should just have robots do all of Christmas and not have any human interaction at all. The second who values money over gifts & people. You get the idea.

“This…is about me?”

“Not exactly,” Simeon replied with a chuckle. Rubbing the back of his head. “But, you were the inspiration. I always find it amazing how you help the brothers find their way. Even me sometimes. This is sort of my Christmas gift to you. So the whole world can see how thoughtful and brave you are. Even if it is a Christmas story.”

You held the book to your chest and felt incredibly moved. Both by the gesture and Simeon’s words.

Taking a step forward, you lean up to give him a peck on the lips. To which he blushed deeper and seemed alarmed. “Thank you Simeon. It’s a wonderful present.”

The angel grinned and took your arm. “Don’t mention it.”

Solomon 

You watch the boys play in the snow. Continuing to build tree forts, and snow people, and icy sculptures in the winter wonderland around the school. “Almost feels like home, doesn’t it?”

You turn around to see Solomon standing there. His hair white as the snow, with his usual coy smile on his face. “I suppose. You don’t want to play with the others?”

“I’m not really the ‘tag along’ type.” He replied with a soft chuckle. Which you return.

“I was surprised that you couldn’t make this happen, and we had to go to the yetis for help.” You add. Needling the sorcerer a bit. “I mean, the great and powerful sorcerer Solomon should be able to make a snow storm no problem.”

“It’s not that simple.” Solomon replied. Calm, but clearly miffed by your words.

His hand flicked up. A wisp of white floating around it that danced like the snowflakes in the air. “It’s more than just power. There are other factors at play.” His hand shifted and a sparkling diamond of ice appeared in his hand. “The elemental nature. The disruption. Magic is about balance and if you off set that on a whim, bad things happen.” The diamond shifted into an orb. Floating effortlessly in his hand. “Then there’s distance. I could have easily done the Houses, or the school, if they asked. But the whole of the Devildom? That’s a strain I don’t want to think about.” The ice shifted again, this time into a twirling ballerina. “Then of course there’s the most basic of answers. I didn’t feel like doing it because if I did I’d be spending all my time casting spells instead of spending time with you.” The ballerina morphed into a beautiful, crystal like rose. Each icy petal unique and flawless, which he plucked out of the air and handed to you. “It’s a much better afternoon.”

You blush and Solomon’s offering & words. “Well….thank you. I suppose it is a better afternoon.”

The sorcerer grinned a smug smirk, then leaned in to kiss your cheek. “Feels a little cold.” He said, before offering his hand to you. “Why don’t we head inside to warm up. Before the others notice.”

Raphael

The hustle and bustle of downtown this early to Christmas was palpable in the air. People moving from shop to shop to finish getting gifts. Trying to fit in all the season trips & treats this time of year had to offer. Among the crowd trying to see it all, was you and Raphael.

“So, where should we go next?”

“Michael wants me to send him some of the Christmas treats from Madam Screams & Devian. He’s grown rather fond of the Devildom sweets since we’ve been sending them to him.”

“Sounds good! We should pick up some for Luke too. And the boys. I know Beel will be excited to see the box when we get home, and it will be easier just to get him his own than fight him for it.” You laugh at your own joke and Raphael gave a sort of begrudging grin in reply.

Heading down the street, you see a long line at the corner where you’re supposed to turn to get to the sweet shops. “Excuse me, what’s this line for?”

“Madam Screams.”

You both looked shocked as this line had to be 40 people deep, easy, to get to the front door. “Well, maybe Madam Devin’s is a bit less of a wait…”

“You mean that line over there?” The other patron asked rhetorically as they pointed to another, equally long line across the street.

“Oh poop….” You mutter as your shoulder sink, but you quickly pick yourself up with an energizing huff and turn to Raphael. “We’ll have to divide and conquer then. I’ll wait here, and you get in the Madam Devin line, and we’ll meet back in the middle when we’re done.”

“Split up?” Raphael asked cautiously. “But shouldn’t we stick together?”

“This line is going to take forever. And it’s as short as it’s going to get for either of them. This will be faster.”

“But you want to stand in line alone for hours?”

“I don’t mind.” You mean….you really hoped it wasn’t hours…. “This is important to you. I know how seriously you take these tasks from Michael, so I want to help.”

Raphael seemed moved for a moment, before his face fell and he hung his head. “This isn’t for Michael.” The confession took you by surprise before he continued. “I lied so you’d come out and help me. So I picked out all those things to do today and said Michael wanted to see them. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to waste your time.”

You were shocked now by the truth and asked, “why didn’t you just ask me to come out with you?”

“I didn’t think you’d want to spend the afternoon together if it wasn’t for work. I know I’m not as…vivacious as the others in our circle. I’m ashamed to admit that I resorted to petty trickery to try and get your attention. Like a fool.”

You smirk at Raphael’s honesty. Not thrilled about being lied to, but understanding he was coming from a good place. “You didn’t have to come up with some scheme. I like spending time with you, when we get the chance. If you want to go out with me, be honest.”

The angel nodded once in understanding. Then he reached out and took your hand in his. “May we continue our date? I promise, no more pretenses.”

“Actually, I want to see what’s on this list now.” You tease as you lean into Raphael. “Now that I know it’s not for Michael, I want to know what you picked out for us.”

Raphael blushed, but slowly handed you the list. “I…I wanted to go see the silver fin ducks in Hellsing park.”

“Awww…” You cooed. “That’s pretty sweet.”

“I like their feathers.” Raphael stated as you both headed for the park side by side now. “They remind me of the tips of my spears.”

Diavolo

You had gotten an urgent text from Diavolo to come over to the castle ASAP, so you sprinted over there after class.

Sure, Diavolo could be a little excitable in texts. Finding it the only medium he could express himself since he had to be so formal in public. But he would never abuse the power of an emergency text for something trivial. Right….?

“Hello [Y/N]!” He greeted cheerfully when you arrived. All smiles and boisterous energy as usual.

“Hello….? What’s the emergency? You told me to come right over.”

“Emergency?” He parroted curiously. “Ah! Oh yes. The tree!”

“The tree?” You seemed to just be repeating things back & forth to each other, as none of this made sense.

“Let me show you.” The prince took your hand and led you down the halls of the palace towards the grand ballroom. “The tree for the Christmas ball arrived and I wanted you to be the first to see it.”

You step into the ballroom and, once there was a field of gold & silver, was a sea of green. “Whoa…” You gape out in alarm. “It’s….big.”

“Yes I know.” He seemed very proud of himself. “I had this idea that everyone could make or bring an ornament and we could hang it on the tree. So we needed a big one to make that happen.”

“That’s actually very sweet Diavolo.” The prince let out his usual, bright laugh at your remark.

“I also wanted you to be the first to hang something on it. I wanted you to help me with the star.”

Your eyes pan up the colossal height of the tree. “I think that might be an issue. There probably isn’t a ladder big enough to get me up there.”

He laughed again and suddenly was wrapped in a cloak of dark shadows before reappearing in his demon form. “That won’t be an issue.”

Handing you the star, Diavolo picked you up in his arms. Then with a great flap of his wings had you in the air and at the top of the tree in no time. “…..There!” You announce once you’d settled the star at the top. “Does it look straight?”

“Looks great to me!”

Floating back down to the ground, Diavolo held you for a bit longer before you asked. “Are you going to put me down?”

To which he sighed and muttered, “if I must.”

Once he sat you down he shifted back to his typical form with a softer smile. “Thank you for your help [Y/N]. I…suppose you have to leave now?”

“Not right away.” He perked up at that with another smile. “Let’s talk more about the party. Do you have any other fun plans than the ornaments to keep people in the holly jolly mood?”

“Do I!”

Barbatos

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house…you know the rest.

Actually, it wasn’t the night before Christmas anymore. It was now the very early hours of Christmas morning, but it was still quiet and calm as no one had woken up yet. No one, that it, except one man.

“[Y/N]….” You mutter and squirm in your sleep at the sound of your name. Thinking it was a dream before you heard it again. “[Y/N]…” You open your eyes and see Barbatos standing there. A gentle smile on his face as he looked at you with affection. “Happy Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas…” You reply back in sleepy automation. With a yawn and small stretch, you realize it was technically morning and Christmas morning at that. “What time is it?”

“Early, I’m afraid. My apologies.” He said sincerely. “The day will be very busy for the both of us, and I know your attention will be on others today, so I at least wanted to be the first to wish you a Happy Christmas and spend this time with you.”

“That’s sweet.” You reply. Sitting up. “I wish I had known. I would have worn nicer pajamas.”

Barbatos chuckled. Then slid into bed beside you; over the covers of course. “You never have to change for me. I think you’re perfect the way you are.”

You smile, then curl up into the demon’s side with a sigh. “Your present is downstairs under the tree. Sorry.��

“This is all I need.” He replied. “I did bring you some tea and biscuits. In case you were feeling peckish when you awoke. Would you like some? It’s a Christmas blended tea from the human world that I got for today.”

“Sure!”

He brought the tray over, and the two of you share tea & biscuits in your bed. Watching the snowfall. When you were finished Barbatos tucked you back into bed and kissed your forehead before departing. “Rest now, [Y/N]. I’m sure those brothers will be clamoring for your affection any moment now. Don’t tell them I was here first.

part i

[akechiguro]

can u write an obey me with diavolo? pls 🥲😘

❤️sisi

you’re marrying him: diavolo wedding headcanons ♡

headcanons / imagines

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Synopsis | a collection of headcanons regarding the wedding between gn!reader and the Devildom’s prince, Diavolo.

Word Count | 529.

Author’s Note | sisi thank god we’re friends and i could ask you what you meant by this otherwise idk what i would’ve done

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engagement:

✧. ┊he wanted— no, needed— everything to be perfect for your engagement. being the prince of the devildom comes with its perks, and he’s going to take full advantage of that.

✧. ┊he tasked Barbatos with reserving a prime spot at Ristorante Six where he’d pop the question. he’s very traditional in the sense where he’d prefer to propose at a restaurant rather than anywhere else.

✧. ┊it took a lot of restraint for him not to propose the second you got to the restaurant. you looked amazing, wearing his favorite color with this almost angelic look to you (ironic as it is). he was speechless.

✧. ┊he gave you a long speech when he bent down on one knee. he talked about how you met and how you became closer, the euphoric feeling you gave him every time he saw you even before you started dating, how deserving you were to be the savior of the Devildom— he was entirely in love with you. of course you said yes, how could you possibly say no to him?

✧. ┊the ring he got you was a huge Devildom diamond, crimson-red in color, with a silver band. it must’ve cost a fortune.

the wedding:

✧. ┊he hosted the wedding in the gardens of the Devildom castle, decorated in deep red and ivory white. once again, he’s a traditional man, this is basically the demon equivalent of getting married in a church.

✧. ┊his groomsmen were barbatos, lucifer, and solomon, all of which were more than happy to be part of the wedding. they helped decorate the venue and ease diavolo through his nerves about becoming your husband (which lucifer actually turned out to be pretty good at!).

✧. ┊the ones you chose to be part of the wedding were…the rest of the brothers. all of them were practically begging you to choose them individually, but it’s your wedding, why not bring them all? not all of them proved to be helpful, however; asmo was probably more into it than you were and everyone else just sort of bumbled about and did what you told them to. asmo also helped you get ready, along with mammon. (note: simeon was officiating the wedding and luke carried the rings.)

✧. ┊ diavolo wrote his own vows, a couple pages length of him pouring his heart out to you. unlike his engagement, he went over the finer parts of your relationship, start to now; how he took interest in your power over the brothers mere months after your arrival, how curious your human mannerisms made him, how you made his heart flutter in grief during your absence from the Devildom. everything you did made him fall more and more in love with you and he made that known in his vows.

post-wedding:

✧. ┊the afterparty was hosted at The Fall, however, only the brothers really participated in everything the nightclub had to offer. you and diavolo couldn’t be too interested in the dancers when you’re newlyweds.

✧. ┊diavolo’s traditional nature comes into play once the wedding is over, as well. he wanted to…consummate the marriage, and boy, was he damn good at it.

[5mary5]

Mc breaking the fart barrier in their relationship with the brothers👐

Imagine mc one day being like- sick and just farting all day everyday for a couple of days and the brothers are either suprised disgusted or dying of laughter nit to mention the rest of the datebles and the side characters

[floofeh-purpi]

Through the Screen.

Self-aware! Obey Me x Gn! Insomniac! Reader

OMG IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE I LAST WROTE SMTH WHATRR?!!! And its first time writing for a fandom that's not Genshin under the sagau tag-

『Beloved fluffball/s mentioned below! 💜』

@rotin0 @cherry-blossom-sword80 @leniisreallycool @mc-cos-charm @imtotallynotthere @cosmo112 @cheeseburgercasserole @kanashi-aivy

Credits to cafekitsune for the dividers! (I needed these omfg)

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, reader has a nightmare, cursing, ooc because... hm...., I don't know either, written in bullet form, I don't know this is so messy 🙏

• Alright, so where the fuck should I begin with this???

• You maybe fell for them, but they fell even harder— so much harder than their bones are brok— oh wait you mean THAT kind of falling??

• Anyways

• After you FINALLY saved enough money to buy a new phone you stepped on it when you were half asleep

• Ouch.

• You still had to bandage your foot because of the wounds it inflicted on your foot.

• And one time you were resting your foot; you found a certain Otome game...

• Duh bitch of course it was Obey Me! as if it wasn't obvious enough by the title

• You decided to download obey me because:

1. Your best friend forced you to.

2. You were bored.

3. You wanted to cure yourself from boredom after you wake up at 3 in the morning—

• Even though you had to delete a 'few' apps and things from your gallery...

• You think it was worth it! :D

• Because goddamn these guys in the cards look so ngh— excluding luke for obvious reasons.

• You look at them, yes.

• But bitch you dont know that THEY look at you too!

• At first, when they found out they were stuck in a game, they took a while in accepting things, that the human exchange student is- well, some sort of... coded sheep acting all plastic looking thing...?

• Like, what or who made them? Why? And when??? Why did they make them suffer like this??? Why make Lilith die and make Beel drown away in his guilt for god knows how long? and most importantly, what or who is playing??

• Well, until they've gotten access to your phone's camera— you can literally see their pupils form into hearts when stare into their eyes for so long! Except for Luke, they only sparkle more

• The sheep (aka the you in-game) was just... eugh.

• You know those occasional surprise guest sessions after those dance battles???

• Basically, the maximum amount of gifts you can get from surprise guests in a day is 6, and that you have to achieve a perfect sequence and stuff (Basically on all three actions that you do to them)

• ...Bro, they broke out of the coding that makes them give only 6 gifts to you a day and all of a sudden—

• HOLY SHIT??? 10K GRIMM IN ONE GIFT FROM BARBATOS???WHAT–?!

• You know they'll give you only 1k Grimm (it depends if they'll give you Grimm or the gift or nah)

• So— Bitch I'm not finished yet!

• Bro not only that, you also noticed that, as you were playing the game and progressed through the lessons smoothly.

• You could've sworn that the dance battles before were more difficult than now,

• Like bitch, who the fuck was responsible for buffing these mfs up?? 😭🙏

• You thought that Satan hated it when you touched him

• So why the fuck were you getting heart reactions from him when you accidentally tapped his head once when your phone fell on your head?!

• And the voicelines...

• Holy shit the voicelines...

• if you EVER have Asmo as the person— or demon in this case— that'll show up on your D.D.D screen, and if you're playing somewhere around 12am-3am...

• ...😰🙏

• Man's practically gonna lecture you about how lack of sleep can damage your skin

• AND YOU CANT DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT

"What the hell are you doing at 12am?! Aren't humans supposed to sleep at this time?!"

• The demon exclaimed with wide eyes and a pout on his lips. Im imagining it and its so funny lmfao.

"WHAT THE FU—"

• ...Yeah you didn't play for a few days after that.

• Did Asmo scare you too much??

• My hands smell like soy sauce what the fuck.

• That's not the only reason, but school was being bitch and decided to throw exams, assignments, projects, and more to your sleepless self! :D

• Also because you desperately needed to fix up your sleep schedule and you needed to buy sleeping pills for your deprived ass, but they didn't need to know about that now, do they????

• And since you read a lot— no, actually... too many fanfics for game characters being self-aware...

• You suspected that they're now apparently... self-aware!

• You know how you always have to play obey me in landscape on your phone??

• Cuz' what I'm trying to say here is that they can basically see your pretty face through your camera, but only occasionally.

• Yk why??

• Cuz you usually keep on covering the damn camera on your phone :( aka the front camera on the top on your phone whenever you're in story mode, dance battles, devilgram posts or whatever you called it, and pretty much the entire time you play Obey Me.

• But they don't have the heart to say it out loud to you! :<

• But hearing your laughs whenever your eyes bear witness to the brother's banter or your hymns of praises directed towards them whenever you win another dance battle is enough for them to be content with the time they spend with you.

• But it doesn't mean that they don't want more.

• How could they NOT want more?

• They want every. single. ounce. of your. attention.

• But yet...

• Your so close to them. Yet so far away.

• You tossed and turned in your sleep, cold sweat dripping off your forehead as your nightmare got the hold of yourself.

• Tears welled up in your closed eyes as you subconsiously muttered out incomprehensible gibberish in your sleep.

SON OF A BITCH?!

• You exclaimed as you immediately sat up in bed and shaked the thick covers of your blanket as if you would pass out from a heatstroke if it covered your seemingly traumatized form any second longer.

• You went out of your room to get some water to calm your tears down a little.

• After staying in the dining room for maybe... the past 30 minutes or so, you finally went back to your safe haven; your room of course!

• You lay down in bed; exhausted yet not tired enough to lull yourself back to sleep.

• And so, with dark circles and dried tears on your face, you decided to open your phone and play the only game you have in your full-storaged device; Obey Me! :D

• You waited for the game to finish loading with half-lidded eyes. Damn the wifi for being shitty this... midnight?

UGH FINALLY...

• You exclaimed loudly in your bed.

• 2:04am. The D.D.D showed you. Wait how long were you awake again???

• Idk if you have Mammon as the demon that pops up in your D.D.D, but here you go-

• Did I make him ooc? 😰

Oi, human! I heard ya cryin' earlier. Ya ok?!

• THERES NO YELLOW FOR THE TEXT COLOR WHAY?!

• The white-haired demon exclaimed with a frown. Oh shit, that's one way to assure yourself that they're self-aware. But you didn't they can hear you too, so what—

The fuck? I didn't know they can hear me too... 😭🙏

• You murmured out. Yep. Mammon heard that.

Oh shit! Does this mean that they heard me scream at a cockroach while I was playing before?! 😰

• ...He heard that too.

What? -Mammon

OMFG IM DONE GUYS! IM DONE! Sorry it took me forever though 😭🙏

Published: September 20 2024. 3:12pm.

【Part 2】

Here.

[trashy-corvian]

R.A.D Art Gifting Program

Hear ye! Hear ye! According to a royal decree of our Prince Diavolo, we present you the opportunity to be a part of the Art Gifting Program for no reason whatsoever.

All you need to do is reblog this post! On Tuesday our student council (just me with a randomizer) will choose seven winners!

The rules are as follows:

The art must be obey me themed

Characters from canon, your MC, and your OBM OC are all welcome

Character x Character is allowed as long as we all understand the basic grounds. No incest or anything involving Luke

No sex or erotica

Blood and gore are OK

Winners will be contacted via Tumblr. If there's no response in 24 hours then the another person will be chosen

fuck solmare

P.S This is just me trying to be creative with my announcements you guys. This is not a collective colloboration