#om! blurbs

[xxgrimml0vrxx]

{9:37 AM} “Oi! Are you two dead in there?!” Mammon shouts as he bangs on Levi’s locked bedroom door. But you don’t even hear him as you curl into Levi’s chest, at the same time Levi’s arms and tail wrap around you a little tighter, pulling you a little closer as you sleep off your latest all nighter.

[l3viat8an]

Nsfw Thinkin’ about demon boyfriend! Who loves having an adorable little human like you under his control~

You’re everything he could ever want!!

He gets drunk on the power he holds over you, the power to give or take away your pleasure as he sees fit~

The way you look at him with stars in your eyes, or even better the way you cry ‘n tremble as he gives you too much.

You cum when he tells you to, whether you want to or not doesn’t really matter, you will cum.

Or he can ruin your orgasm and watch as your sensitive little cunt clenches around nothing…….ripping your pleasure away for his own satisfaction……

[sacaydia]

Lucifer’s Comfort Time! ♡

Synopsis: How Lucifer comforts you!

Tags/C/W: Comfort, GN!Reader, Short little blurb thing!

A/N: I have no ideas for Belphegor’s “who will” blurb so enjoy this instead! (Line dividers from @cafekitsune)

Lucifer:

Comforting people has never been his strong suit, Luci was okay at comforting his brothers but he was always a little stiff. When Lucifer finds you crying he really has no idea what to do but you’d never be able to tell with him. Lucifer would kneel down beside and ask, as he’s rubbing your back, if you want a hot tea, as he knows tea has healing properties. If you say yes, he’ll make you one of the special blends Barbatos gave him. If you say no, he’ll just sit there rubbing your back, asking if you want anything else. Lucifer will give anything to make you smile again, and hey you could use that to your advantage if you want something!

[thefallennightmare]

Hi I was wondering if you could do a part 2 to the Matt head cannon where his girlfriend was home and the house got broken into. It would be like how she’s coping with everything after it happened

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PART ONE HERE

You sat up in bed with a start, all of the oxygen being stolen from you as you clawed at your neck, desperate for a in take of air.

"Hey, hey," Matt's soft voice cooed while reaching for your hands. "It's alright."

Your chest rose and fell as the nightmare of the break-in slowly began to fade away.

The break-in was a week ago, but every night since then you awoke with the phantom feeling of hands wrapped around your neck.

Tears brimmed in your eyes as you let out a choked sob when you looked at Matt's exhausted state. Due to your nightmares, you kept him awake most nights.

But he didn't care. He would stay awake 24/7 if it meant you felt safe.

He brought you down to his bare chest, snuggling you guys deeper into the bed. You felt his heartbeat against your cheek, it helping to slow down your heart rate.

"I'm right here, fairy. Nothing is going to happen. Zeus is guarding the door, like he's done the last couple of nights," Matt assured you.

The dog that was a "hand me down" as Matt called him never left your side ever since you got him a few days ago.

"I'm sorry," you sighed. "I can't stop these nightmares."

He brushed a kiss along your hairline. "It's alright. You don't need to keep apologizing. I'll be here as long as you need me."

It wasn't easy but eventually, the nightmares became less and less with each passing night Matt's arms were wrapped around you.

[pen-observing]

synopsis: Selfish or selfless? Rook isn't completely sure himself about that when it comes to you. But, he doesn't need to be. (aka. the one in which he knows about your sleepless habits and can't ignore them.) ft. Leona.

Part 1 of Rook daydream blurbs. (Gn!reader as always).

Rook wishes for many things in his life but as a child he wished for even more. He supposes that his growth and the art of it all is apparent by that same fact. And it is a good thing. It should be a good thing. As a child, he often felt selfishness was something he excelled at even if his wishes were only repeated inside of his own mind. There are plenty things that make up a person. But he is not a selfish individual; its just that..he isn't quite sure when his wishes started extending in your direction.

Like right now, for example, he wishes you were actually on the bench or in the hallway or NRC. And it is such a simple wish - but he knows what the lack of your presence means right now. You have been kind enough to trust him - to gradually unravel before him the deep inner world of your cosmos. It is trust that glues this all together. And he cannot betray it.

So, when Ace asks him if he knows where you are - Rook lies. Not for his selfishness but to make Ace bother someone else with his simple homework instead. But, would keeping the information also make him more self-serving? You are having a bad day and are probably hanging around the Garden somewhere. And, is him tidying up the lab, changing his clothes and then making his way with that place in mind - is it..selfish? Is it selfish to know you need comfort and that he knows he can provide it for you?

He knows because he already has. Somehow, since the first day you came, he couldn't ignore your subtle signs of tiredness and worry. Rook notices those about everyone. Keen eyes are a gift and he has worked hard to perfect his senses. But, just because he notices them does not mean he will approach every single person and offer his own presence.

With you, it happened naturally. It reminds him of the way spring seems to catch up with the sky.

Oh, and there you are, in the botanical gardens - just like he knew you would be. You are hunched over, your eyes resemble of some artistic effort from a veteran's stroke of trying to paint a truly tired person. At least, the gardens are a comfort place to you. Despite the eyebags, he can see how you smile looking around.

"Could you not sleep again? Is that why you are here?" Politeness would order a greeting first but his curiosity of your wellbeing is number one.

"Maybe Ace is right. You know too much for your own good, Rook."

He isn't hurt by your words because they carry a teasing lilt, and you scoot over to make place for him next to you.

Sitting in grass, he can't help but admire how it all feels. Your hand is in his lap before he even speaks again and he smiles.

He moves his fingers on your wrist, circles it softly with his fingertips. It relaxes you, he knows. And he finds it fun to trail your veins. To softly massage your palm and touch your own fingertips. It helps you.

"Epel stayed the night over because of another argument with Vil and he wanted to sleep in my room with Grim. Well, rather, they both fell asleep in my bed while I was reading."

Your eyes are closing more often and a yawn escapes your mouth.

"Mhmm, I see. And did you have any nightmares when you did fall asleep?"

He can see the water on your eyelashes from the yawn and you are already scooting so that you can lay your head down in his lap.

Rook doesn't find it odd. He doesn't question the nature of your relationship just because of it. This happens. It simply does. No need to deny you the satisfaction of rest.

When you lie down, you close your eyes and tell him about your nightmares. They were short but your voice is slowly trailing off, then you say a random sentence unconnected and he knows you will quickly fall asleep. Rook continues to listen and before long, you are completely asleep. And he cooes at you quietly, keeping himself still. His hunts have prepared him for this.

He just hopes whoever is walking this way has enough sense not to wake you up now. Again, he isn't selfish.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Leona's tone is full of mockery as he scratches the side of his head. "A hunter and a little herbivore. How interesting."

Rook simply smiles at him. Leona not getting a provoked reaction makes him roll his eyes.

"What did I walk into?"

"They have trouble falling asleep in front of other people?"

"And what about you?"

"I am simply not other people, Roi des Lions."

Leona has to roll his eyes again. He doesn't feel the need to question anymore and he leaves. Rook, however, thinks of the answer that left his mouth as if on instinct. Perhaps, he is a bit selfish.

Only a bit. Only for art. And only for you.

A/n: Book 6 has finished some time ago and I am so glad Rook enjoyers are multiplying. I love that little blonde man.

[butmakeitgayblog]

No such thing as too many wips 🫣🫣

You tell that to the people waiting on a MBFW update 😩

[bbnibini]

Some of the things I hate the most in writing a CYOA with a ton of links is:

Having to remember which draft goes first

Having to remember which link to attach to what option

Having to remember which chapter contained a link

Accidentally placing a kudos on your work because you get trigger happy with the bottom buttons. (Please pretend you didn't see it if you read my work 😭)

Forgetting a note you needed to edit and forgetting the HTML code or skin code that needs babying to actually work

That's why working on OTAL had been a needed respite. I hate to part with it but I also really want to finish this fic soon. Expect the update within today or the weekend. Unless I get busy with work again then nvm

[zomb5]

Her skin was writhing and hot against the pink flesh underneath it. It felt unfamiliar. It didn't feel like her own. Was this the real her? Her alone? Was what she did not enough?

It was as if she were blanketed in a long, thin slab of tissue that didn't quite fit her body all the way. Like she was being made from scratch, and someone used the wrong fabric. But, she had done it. Piece by piece, bone by bone, and still; the creation that was her -that was them- didn't feel how she wanted it to. How she painstakingly needed it to. All she felt was herself.

Her own skin clung to her form desperately for any sense of companionship that lay beneath it. Any hint or inkling that there was someone else there. That he was there. And yet. Nothing. It was quiet. So so quiet.

And, like a drain, she felt the once filled cavern within herself empty itself again. It's contents being ripped from her chest and thrown into some sort of omnipotent void that'll eventually laugh at her. That'll tell her how stupid she was for thinking anything differently than what's happened so many times before. That'll shame her for losing another one, for not learning her lesson. That'll criticize her for her wrongdoing. Her crime. Her sin.

[pinkaditty]

Pervert (Obey Me! Shall we Date)

summary: You are suspecting that someone is stealing your underwear. It will go missing and randomly reappear like it was never gone. You pretend not to notice, but set a little trap for the culprit… And catch them red-handed.

content warning: fem!mc (listed undergarments are stolen, but Mc could be a crossdresser idk) and nsfw is all i think but please lmk if there's anything else here that i forgot to warn abt!

a/n: this is my first everrrr OM! blurb so idk i hope it does well! silent readers won't be blocked but psa that i do appreciate likes and comments <3 however ageless/minor blogs will be blocked thx!

psst! read part 2 here!

MINORS DNI. IM SO SRS. i promise waiting a few years sounds worse than it actually is. please respect my boundary <3

You had suspected someone had been doing it for a while. Your favorite pairs of bras or panties or even your matching sets would randomly disappear from your dirty clothes hamper while waiting to be washed. When you noticed they were missing, you didn't know how to bring up the issue. It wouldn't make any sense if the laundry was switched. As it kept happening, and the clothes kept randomly reappearing and disappearing, you began to feel suspicious. Could it have been possible that someone was stealing them?

When you breached this thought, the prospect nervously excited you. There are only so many reasons for stealing someone's used undergarments, and you were certain you could narrow it down. You did admittedly find it somewhat disturbing, but at the same time, you couldn't help but laugh. Why couldn't they just come to you and ask? It's not like your suitors to be shy. 

Then again, maybe you were overthinking it. Perhaps it was simple curiosity? Maybe someone is fascinated by humans and the clothes they wear or the way they smell? You weren't one to judge, but still. It felt strange regardless of whether it was pure curiosity or unbridled pervertedness.

You continued to put up with it for a while until one fateful day, you caught them. You had purposely left your dirty clothes hamper unattended after dragging it to the laundry room, leaving to grab some scent beads to freshen the wash. As you'd been coming back, you heard someone rooting around in your hamper. You could hear clothes being pushed to the side and frustrated sighs as the hamper teetered back and forth with their frustrated movements. You bit your lip, heart pounding in your chest. You gently turned your head around the doorway arch to peer at the culprit. Steeling yourself, you turned away and straightened up before walking in with a feigned surprised gasp slipping from your lips. It was just in time to see the culprit pick up your favorite pairs of lacy underwear. The culprit, hearing your gasp, quickly turns, color draining from their face before it is quickly replaced by a crimson blush.

Whatever excuses they attempt to stammer out, you don't hear. You simply stare at them, mouth agape, before your feigned surprise melts into a twisted smile. You put your hand over your mouth to stifle a chuckle, and look at them, mirth in your eyes.

"You… You pervert!"

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Lucifer:

To say Lucifer is beyond embarrassed is quite the understatement. He's utterly and undeniably humiliated. His glasses are crooked, his face a blotchy red, and his nose slightly wet from having buried it in the spoils of his efforts; your panties. He clears his throat hurriedly and desperately scrambles for any kind of excuse, including straightening up and attempting to intimidate you. But how could you be intimidated by a man who you'd just seen bury his nose in your panties, drunken look all over his face? You simply laugh at him and hold out your hand, a smirk on your face as you motion for him to hand the panties over, one eyebrow raised. He turns away ashamedly and gently places them in your hand, his shoulders trembling just slightly out of embarrassment.

With his eyes screwed shut and his lips pursed, he stiffly strode towards the exit, as if he could simply leave after all that has transpired here. You reach behind you and grab his vest, tugging him back beside you. In no position to argue, he does not resist. Once he is beside you, you begin to trail your hands across his stomach before going in a straight line up his chest. "You know… " you start, stifling a smirk and biting your lip. You turn to him, but he remains frozen, staring at the exit, as though desperate to escape. You simply continue to trail your hand up his chest, unphased. "Next time, you can just come to me and ask." Your fingers reach his neck, and he flinches, but shows no other movement. You trail your fingers up to his chin before grabbing it and turning his head so his gaze was on you. "There is more where this came from." You hold up your panties, the ones he was just so brazenly burying himself in moments before.

His blush deepened across his face, and he pulled away from you, stiffly making his exit. You only laugh and wonder how long it will take for him to release his pride and ask you for a pair… or two. 

Mammon:

Immediately he is blabbering out a multitude of excuses, excuses, and more excuses. "It's not what ya think, MC! I was just- ah, just um- just checking for my socks!" and "I swear ya've got it all wrong!" and "I'm yer first demon anyway! I should be 'llowed to-" and "Listen, don't ya dare tell Lucifer or Levi or anyone else!!" and more and more excuses and empty threats spilled from his lips, until he finally sank to his knees and quieted, as though asking for forgiveness. All you had to do was silently stare at him, smirking, hand still covering your mouth as you watched him slowly melt and grovel. His face is a deep red and his eyes are watery, lips wet from pressing them against your essence in the panties. He still gripped them in his hands and his fingers trembled as he held them.

Smirking wider, you walk forward to him and bend your knees to face him. "Look at me." You didn't even need to command him. He looks up, eyes still watery and his lips red from him worrying them between his teeth. His face was still a deep shade of crimson, and his heavy breathing made it clear it was a struggle for him to keep eye contact. You smile and hold out your hand, motioning for him to hand over what was rightfully yours. Defeatedly, he hands it over, and clenches his fists in his lap, still trembling. You would have thought he'd have more to say, but perhaps being caught like this was simply too humiliating.

"The Great Mammon is too embarrassed for words, huh? Poor thing." You tease him just a little bit, watching him continue to tremble. For a moment he opened his mouth to retort, but one look at you and he couldn't do it. His mouth closed and he looked down ashamedly.

You laugh at his demeanor, and reach out to gently take his chin in your hand and raise it so he could face you. "Awww, don't be shy. I understand, your first human is truly irresistible." You give him a challenging look, and he gulps nervously. "However, next time, Mammon… All you have to do is ask. I'd be happy to satisfy all your burning curiosities. Besides, there's plenty more of these in that hamper." You lift up your panties with one finger, dangling it in front of his eyes. He bites his lips and his eyes widen at your gesture. He begins to lean towards them, as though attempting to get another whiff. You smile and pull them away from him, laughing at his dejected expression.

"Come on, I have to wash these for now. How about you be good and go wait in your room? Perhaps I'll bring you the ones I'm wearing now." Your enticing offer immediately stifles whatever excuse he was about to shout about the unfairness of it all. He simply nods and scurries away, eager to receive a prize for being obedient. 

Levi:

Levi shrieks like a little girl, fumbling his grip on your panties and dropping them in the heap of other discarded clothes from his prior ransacking. "I… I-I-I… U-Um… I!!!" He stammers, desperately scrambling for an excuse, a way to escape from this embarrassing predicament. He lifts his arms in front of his eyes, shielding himself from your gaze. "I-I DIDN'T MEAN TO!!" He shouts, probably alerting the entire House of Lamentation. He slowly sinks into the corner of the room, curling into a ball as though you were hovering over him. His mumbled "I'm sorry"s and "I'm just a dirty otaku pervert"s are eventually lost to his hiccups and tearless sobs. Gosh, he's so dramatic. 

You just stand there, chuckling to yourself for a moment, before drawing closer, slowly taking short steps towards him. With every click of your shoes on the floor, the more he seemed to cave in on himself, even revealing his tail to curl it around him. His sobs were no longer audible, but he was still shaking, and muttering to himself about how he couldn't believe he'd let himself do that. You sank down to your knees and patted him on the back, partially soothing him and partially asking for his attention. After a few pats he looks up, the most comically distressed look on his face, and immediately hides behind his arms again to protect himself. Before you can say anything, genuine apologies spill from his lips, broken by extreme stammers. "I-I am SO sorry MC, I sh-should never have d-done that, I'll n-never look at you again-" and so on, so forth, each stammered promise more extreme than the last. 

You can only roll your eyes affectionately at his actions. You shake your head and gently tug on his arm, forcing him to peer over it at you. "Well, it's not exactly okay, but next time, please ask me." A mischievous grin spreads across your face as you say this, eager to gauge his reaction.

He blinks at you confusedly, before realization flickers across his face and a crimson blush spreads all over his features. "WH-WHA?!" He exclaims in surprise, jumping as soon as it hit him.

You simply smile and back away, picking up your discarded underwear that he held only moments ago. "Just ask. If you want some." You smirk at him, standing upright and gathering your clothes together to put them all back in the hamper. You glance back at him. "I don't have any except the ones I'm wearing now, so you'll have to wait." You smirk at him and turn away, focusing on the laundry before hearing him slither out of the room, his heavy breathing muffled. 

Satan:

Of all the brothers, to be honest, you least expected him. Even Lucifer wouldn't be much of a surprise, considering how he has no such outlet for being pent up. But Satan had books. And yet, despite all those books, some erotica and some educational, here he was, unsatisfied, seeking the real thing through going through your laundry. On second thought, maybe that was believable. 

He immediately froze, whipping himself around to face you and promptly dropping the panties on the pile of clothes in shock. He stared at you wide-eyed for a moment, before realizing he’d dropped his long-awaited bounty. He ripped his eyes away from you and set them on the panties instead, reaching down to pick them up again, and turning his face away, holding them out to you. He was flushed red, from the height of his cheekbones to the base of his neck. He probably knew that you never would have expected him, which was why being caught was so humiliating to him. You snicker into your hand, and he trembles in embarrassment at your laughter, still holding out the panties. You graciously reach forward and accept them, plucking them from the tips of his fingers. He quickly retracted his hand, still trembling and refusing to look at you.

You would have expected him to be shouting all sorts of profanities and curses alike, anything to deflect and avoid the situation at hand, because he is simply full of wrath. But he simply stood, trembling, and turned away, his eyebrows creased downwards in an unsurprisingly angered expression. Perhaps he was more angry at himself than the situation and that was why he was turned away? Regardless, you placed the underwear back in your hamper and moved to collect the rest of the clothes, and Satan wordlessly helped you, still blushing furiously and refusing to look at you. 

When the task was done and the hamper was full, he made to leave, but you commanded him to stay. Rooted to the spot and unable to move due to your pact, he stayed, but refused to turn to you. His neck was still very red. You approached him from behind and placed a hand on his back, making him jump. You simply chuckled in response and said “Please Satan, the next time those erotica books aren’t doing it for you, you just have to ask.” 

His breathing picked up and his flush grew redder and deeper. You could hear the slight wet sounds of his mouth opening and closing, as though he had something to say. You waited patiently for him to speak, but he eventually growled and stalked off, posture tight as a stitch. You knew he’d cave eventually.

Asmodeus:

Well, this guy’s shameless. The color did indeed drain from his face at first, but it was quickly replaced with a humble blush and a knowing smirk. He was still holding the panties rather close to his face. “Sorry, doll…” He drawls, gazing at you with lidded, suggestive eyes. “Couldn’t help myself.” He giggles after saying that, whisking the panties away from his face and hiding his hand behind his back. He leaned forward and put a finger to his lips, smiling devilishly. “You can keep a secret, right sweetheart? I don’t want my brothers to know about this…” He mock pouts, and you roll your eyes. You’d figured it was him because most of the ones that went missing were pink, and we all know who adores that color. 

You could also tell he knew you weren’t exactly uncomfortable with this, him stealing your intimates for his own personal desires. Of course you weren’t, he was your suitor. You sigh and shake your head. “Sure, Asmo. But, let’s be more polite and ask me next time, okay?”

He throws his head back and laughs, as though genuinely amused at your words. When he finishes laughing, he wipes a tear from his eyes and mutters “Politeness from a demon… Really…” He flips his hair over his shoulder and smiles at you. “If it is what you wish. However…” His voice turned sly and low, as he revealed his hand once again and dangled your panties from his hand. “I’ll be taking these for now, dear.”

You laugh at him, and he simply smiles wider in response. “Well, sure, but… wouldn’t you like a fresher pair?”

The words stop him in his tracks. His eyes widen and his mouth drops open as he realizes your offer. However, he is only shocked for mere moments before smirking again, another blush dusting his cheeks, a drunken look on his face. “Oh, dear!” He squeals, walking over to you and holding your face between his hands, bringing himself very close to you. “I would very much like a fresher pair~. You come to my room later, okay? I’ll be waiting~.” He taps your nose and begins moving away, blowing a kiss your way and winking as he drops the panties into your open palms. 

You wondered what the rest of the day would be like.

Beelzebub:

Honestly, you wouldn’t be surprised if he was doing this simply out of curiosity. You'd be willing to excuse it. Poor guy, didn't know how to approach you so instead resolved to innocently nick away your clothing for innocent, curious inspections. You were prepared to forgive him after giving him a slap on the wrist. 

You are surprised, however, when he starts profusely apologizing, clutching the panties in his hand, muttering about how he just couldn’t satiate his hunger. 

His face is red and his head is bowed forward, not making eye contact with you. Suffice to say this is not what you expected. You cock your head to the side, looking at him curiously. "Beel…" And he immediately looks up obediently. You don't even have to ask. "...What kind of hunger?"

You figured you knew what he meant, but couldn't resist a little teasing. He squirms under your gaze, bowing his head down again and clenching and unclenching his hands, panties still gripped in both. He purses his lips before explaining, "I'm not sure how to explain it, MC, but when I smell you, I get hungry." He is still avoiding your gaze, but you can tell he's being sincere. "And it's not hungry for food, it's more like… a strong, lustful hunger… And I've never felt that before, so I was curious." His head is still bowed shyly, and he's raised his hand to hold out the panties. "I'm sorry, MC. I won't do it again."

You smiled genuinely at his sincerity and apology, your heart swelling just slightly. "No worries, Beel." You take the panties from him and pile them into the hamper. "Will you help me put the clothes back?"

He nods and helps you pile your clothes back into the hamper, a light blush still on his cheeks. Once you're done, you turn to him, smiling mischievously. "Beel. The next time you want a pair, please don't be afraid to ask me, okay? I'll be happy to help you."

Beel bursts into a blush wordlessly, his eyes widening at your offer. Hesitantly, he nods, clenching his eyes shut before turning on his heel and walking away, probably off to the kitchen. He's a glutton, right? He'd be back. 

Belphegor:

Of all demons, the Avatar of Sloth is tirelessly rummaging around in your laundry? Of all types? He looks at you, color still drained from his face, before tiredly huffing and looking down at the spoils of his efforts, probably contemplating if it was all worth it. He sighs and looks up at you again, too tired to be embarrassed, and hands you the panties before collapsing into the pile of your clothes he'd created from his rummaging. He turns over like he's getting ready to sleep, and mutters a quick "Sorry. G'night."

You're tempted to laugh at his actions, and you almost do, but you decide to poke him back awake. He protests a little bit, rolling over back and forth and wiggling out of your reach, before huffing and whining. "Comfy. Smells like you. Tired. G'night." You roll your eyes and decide to use your pact to your advantage.

"Belphegor. Get up."

Suddenly overcome by the power of the pact, he finds it fit to rise off of the pile, taking his sweet time. He stretches, curving his back and whipping his tail around in annoyance. "What? What now?"

"I need to wash these, Belphie. I can't stuff you into the washing machine." You chuckle lightly, moving to gather the pile and place it in the wash.

Belphegor whines in protest. "What about me? Your smell helps me sleep…" He looks away, a light blush on his cheeks.

Your eyebrows rise in surprise. "And this is why you've been stealing my intimates?" He rolls his eyes and quietly mutters something about getting off but waves away his comment before you can respond.

"Doesn't matter." He quiets down and leans against the wall, waiting for you to finish. When you turn to him questioningly, he simply raises an eyebrow. "What? I fully intend to drag you to my room to sleep with me. If I can't have your panties then I'll just have you." He turns away and blushes furiously despite his words being quite direct. You simply laugh.

"Don't worry. I'll be done soon."

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a/n: waaaaaaaaah i hope u all enjoyed! it's a little cringe yea and i apologize if anyone was slightly ooc i did my best!! i don't have a masterlist or anything yet but if u liked this please lmk! i plan on writing one for the other dateables soon!

[sheep-shearing]

I know it's a common trope with OM, but the immortality thing is just sooo good.

MC who doesn't quite lean one way or the other, hasn't really expressed any opinion, getting into talking about death. Maybe they made a few too many jokes, maybe a demon brings it up. I just love the cast having that little 'oh' moment- the person you love, family, friend, lover, realizing you will not be there.

Some of them are little more realistic about it, like "well, Solomon's immortal" and they can just make MC that way too, thinking Satan, Lucifer, and Diavolo. Obviously some deny it hard, like Mammon, Belphie, Levi, and Asmo. I'm not so sure where Thirteen would fall, I'm thinking it could swing either way. Solomon would just be against unwilling/unknowing immortality for MC due to his own separation from humanity, but that's it's own post. It's got a lot of angst potential, I think, but also comedy.

Say, the gang having this little OH moment, and individually deciding to do something about it. Each of them have their own little scheme, some of them working together. Having looney toon shenanigans with a oblivious MC while accidentally foiling each other's plans. The Anti-Lucifer League and Party Duo accidentally screwing with each other's plans, leading to random scuffles MC has to deal with.

I don't know, everything is always so life and death, but it's also with a group of immortal idiots who love their human very much and aren't really sure how to act about it. I wanna write blurbs for the cast each getting into their own hijinks with this.

[xxgrimml0vrxx]

♡ Big bad wolf Lucifer knotting his little lamb (you) cooing about how small and vulnerable you look spreed out underneath him and how easy it'd be to break you right in half on his cock ♡

[fanficsat12am]

Hear me out... Kissing Belphie by the forehead whenever you pass by his sleeping figure around the HOL. Before you can leave, he grabs a hold of your shirt/wraps his tail by your waist, pulling you next to him which ensues multiple cuddle sessions <33 Just imagine his sleepy voice saying "Ah ah ah, you've been working too hard. It wont hurt to take a little break"

Walking up to Lucifer while he’s doing paperwork at his desk, kissing his forehead and whispering a soft, “I love you.” before walking away again to do whatever duties you have.

It’s so soft and random, Lucifer just sits there for a minute blushing, before shaking his head and going back to his paperwork.

[fandoms--fluff]

Hello, do you think you could make one of the Mikelsoms' little sister and she is always attached to baby Hope?

Playing

Flufftober, October 21st

Baby Mikaelson sister reader x Hope mikaelson (and Hayley&Klaus)

A/n: Sorry for it being a bit of a shorter blurb. But I hope you like it nonetheless.

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"Hi, Hopey" You whisper and drag over the footstool from the corner of Hope's nursery. The one year old looks over to you and gurgles happily to see you.

"Shhh. We don' wan' anyone to 'ome" You tell the baby as you swing your leg over the railing of the wooden crib. Quickly, you push off the stool and swing your body all the way over the crib and land beside where Hope's now sitting up.

You cuddle up with Hope in the soft blanket and you both snuggle together. Without making too much noise, you guys play your own little game you both made up with your guys' hands. It's basically just stacking them on top of each others until you both get confused and start over.

Before you realize how much noise you guys are making, you're both giggling like little machines. Which the noise draws in Hayley and Klaus from the hallway.

"What are you two troublemakers up to?" Hayley asks and leans against the crib railing.

The two of you look up from your guys' hands to the hybrid woman. "Mama" Hope says, acknowledging her first. "Hi, Baby Girl" Hayley's smile grows.

You look to the person beside Hayley when she picks Hope up. "Niky" Your face lights up. "Hey, Love" Klaus lifts you as well from the crib.

"Now what have we talked about climbing the stool into Hope's bed?" He raises an eyebrow. "Nofing" You hide your face in Klaus' chest.

"Oh, I believe you all right" Klaus says, smirking over to where Hayley chuckles.

You lift your head from your big brother's chest and then reach over to Hope, just like how Hope is doing to you. "Well, it looks like you two are inseparable today, huh?" Hayley smiles and motions Klaus to follow her into her connected bedroom.

He follows and places you on the bed beside where Hayley placed Hope in the middle. She places pillows around the both of you while Kluas brings the bin of toys from the corner of her bedroom next to the wardrobe.

He places it in front of the two of you, "Go for it, loves" He tells you guys and you both grab some toys out of the bin.

As you guys play with the toys, stacking them and building different 'worlds' on the bed while giggling and having fun. You guys never seem to get bored when you're together and Hayley thinks it's so wonderful it turned out to be this way.

Klaus and Hayley watch, leaning into each other, adoration adn love in their eyes. They haven't always been on the same terms, but now they've mostly worked out their issues for the two of you, (mostly is the key word).

[satangcrush]

not the same anon as before but am also searching for om fanfic scraps

please drop some more author recs 🥹🥹🥹

hi nonnie!!! here are some more (i got tired of typing like half way through so some of them are short in description but i truly recc all of these authors okay!!!! also all sfw unless stated otherwise) <3

@aspiringtrashpanda : my recent discovery and love love her writing so much. do check out her obey me month, as well as her masterlist here

@devildom-dedicated-daydreams : suggestive content; this is just a blog dedicated to one fanfic but i highly recommend if you're into like those manhuas/manhwas with secondary character who gets revenge with a system in place. (brain kinda stopped so just check out their work on tumblr or AO3.)

@leviathans-watching : they have a variety of fandoms, so if ure multifandom, u can check out their pinned post for more. if you're only interested in obey me, you can check out their masterlist!

@demonfamilytherapist : i actually got recommended this account from a reblog on the previous ask but i havent had the time to go through their works. but here is their masterlist for reference <3

@shabootldoo : they write for a multitude of fandoms which you can check out in their pinned post, but if you're only interested in obey me, they specialise in writing for character/character (e.g. Solotan, SoloSim, etc etc)

@once-in-a-blood-moon : love jo's brain and im always having fun reading her thoughts (especially as a solomon enjoyer) and you can check out her sfw masterlist here and nsfw masterlist here

@obeythebutler : rosh has many many works for you to check out from one-shots to headcannons to series! you're in for a ride <3 this is their masterlists here (do note that there is nsfw work here so DNI if ure a minor, thank u)

@eraofkalki : vee doesnt have a masterlist yet but im tagging her works here for you to have easy access - young master, solomon's paradox, cor meum

@elsecrytt (NSFW): they havent written for the obey me fandom in a hot minute but i do come back to their masterlist from time to time to READ

@three-realms-archive : one of the first few blogs that i followed when i made mine <3 they do a variety of content too from oneshots, short snippets, hcs and series! they have quite a bit of work so you'll def have fun checking out their masterlist

@books-and-catears : another one that was recommended in a previous reblog on the last ask. i also havent had much of a chance to check them out but this is their masterlist for reference!

@obae-me : they have some nsfw works but they are tagged as such! they do both HCs as well as longer works here. have fun checking out their works hehehe

@meggs-wonderland : they have a mixture of both NSFW and SFW, so do check it out at your discretion :> this is their masterlist , they also do self-ships if ure interested to check it out!

@zephyrchama : if you love writers who specialises in comedy, they're the one for you. their writing always gets a chuckle out of me and i also want to applaud their effort for revamping their masterlist because theres so many works that they have written so far

@mochatsin : this was also another creator that was recommended in the previous ask and i also havent had the chance to check out their works but this is their masterlist

@denpa-dere : was recommended by @/zephyrchama in the replies, do note that they do both NSFW & SFW content! just binged their house arrest series (NSFW!) in the morning lol. (great read, 10/10 recc) this is their masterlist for reference

@thebellearchives : also recc by @/once-in-a-blood-moon!! this is their masterlist for reference, they have a mix of NSFW and SFW as well as write for JJK and Trigun if you are interested in these fandoms as well :>

here are a variety of other accounts that dont really write fics but i enjoy reading/browsing as well <3

@akuzonprime : the blurbs are very cute and i hope u take the chance to go through their account!

@obeymeinfo : they post character (outfit?) sprites of the characters and its a great place to look at, if you are looking for a particular outfit hehe

@devildom-fashion-week : they archive the character battle outfits and voicelines hehe, if ure ever looking for a particular outfit (to write or draw), highly recommend checking them out

@sheepthatgobaa : highly entertaining art. 10/10 recommend. also your token luke fan. (Familial btw. Do not Perceive Kelo Wrongly.) anyways she does a lot of requests too for fanart and it’s always so funny ehheheheh

@enoe-of-noen : they have a variety of content on their blog, from art, to fic, to hcs to, whatever you are looking for, they most probably have it HAHAH you can check out their pinned post here

@featheredcrowbones : love vy's art so im adding them in too lol but do check out their art tag!!!!!

@marsvlog : so actually im also a fan of mystic messenger and seeing their pinned post of belphie and saeran artwork (made me a little feral but i digress) so if ure a fan of both fandoms, ure in for a treat hehe

@dailyraphael : my daily serotonin for fanart of raphael + bonus of cute artstyle yes

@devildomwriter : theyre a great account to check out, they do quotes, lesson summaries, writing, and a plethora of other things!!! i especially love the obey me cast as cats series that they currently have going on.

@solomams : if youre looking for someone who's dedicated to their ocs + solomon & mammon, look no further because lupe is here to save the day

@yoyvmii : also does fanart for multiple fandoms but her mammon in boothill’s outfit artwork lives in my head rent free yes

@nevvn : was recommended by @/once-in-a-blood-moon in the reblog! love love love their solomon drawings, this is my personal fav from them

@solomiracle : was also rec by @/once-in-a-blood-moon! how could i have forgotten abt this, It's one of the staples of the solomon lover community! also what I love abt them is that they consistently reblog old artworks/works of obey me and its always pleasant seeing these artworks floating around again~

@starry-miki : recc by @/once-in-a-blood-moon!!! i did a customary scroll through the account and omg the marketable plushies artwork is so cute LOL, I also love this solomon artwork of theirs, its so pink and he's so cute lol

@sane-omblog : recc by @/in-the-bushes-miki! another one that I forgot to include lol. anyways love their art style, its so cute and whimsical!! (sidenote, i was rooting for teenage satan to win the poll but the art of baby satan was so cute that I was like yeah nvm)

@susujelly : another one recc by @/in-the-bushes-miki! its my first time seeing the account but the pinned post of solomon as the cat made me lol'ed so hard

@afraidofbee : also recc by @/in-the-bushes-miki! also another one that I forgot to include again lol, love seeing their posts of sheep!MC just absolutely getting up to mischief. and the artstyle is super endearing and this is one of my recent favs from them

+ some others i want to recc but I forgot in my initial post so im adding them as I go (im def forgetting people again lol): @bearakero : only posts about thirteen!! love love seeing fanarts of thirteen and this is my personal fav, just think that u do so much justice to her!

guys my brain died btw

Edit #1: guys wait let me self promo also lol hahahahah um my writing blog is @satanghulu if u wanna check me out 💖 okay fr bye

edit #2: this is the previous post if you are still looking for more writers in the fandom!

[webslingingslasher]

i was just rewatching tasm and now i cant stop thinking about frat!peter with glasses like .. idk if you have already done a blurb or something about it but yeah my mind is going wild rn just wanted to share this thought with you

when he's extra stressed and tired and needs a little boost he pulls them out.

you've never seen him in them and don't know they exist. peter may have also forgotten you were spending the night.

until you shut his bedroom door with your hip, tossing your bag to his floor. 'hi, hands...ome.' you've got a thousand yard stare on his face.

'hi, trou...ble. walk safely?'

you point and blink blankly. 'glasses.' peter's fingertips touch the sides of his frames, he's been in the zone for hours and forgot he shoved them on. 'ah, you figured out my secret.'

'you look very nice in them.' peter smiles brightly, 'thank you, trouble.'

he looked so soft in them, almost geeky. and it lit something up inside of you. it takes you seconds before you're sitting on his lap. you lightly trace over the black, a small smudge on the corner of his lense makes you smile slightly.

'can i try them on?'

peter always hated the question, and would stare unamused at kids in school when they asked him. but when you asked he found it adorable, nodding a quick 'sure' before you lightly pulled them from around his ears.

you looked around the room, then your hands and landing on touching peter's face. 'wow. do you wear contacts all the time?' because, it's really poor vision.

peter sets them back on the desk when you hand them over, you frown and pick them up to put them back where they belonged. he looked lovely.

'no, i really only need them when i'm tired. something about stress or whatever.'

'they look cute on you, you should get tired more often.'

peter kisses your cheek, 'i love how you can romanticize a medical device.'

[pen-observing]

hi! just wanted to say that i got so happy when i saw your like on my ayato fic 😭😭😭

asjdlaskdlk omg whyy,,i am but a humble ayato content seeker!! i liked it so i could read it later and i am vv glad you are here so that i can tell you what i think !!

Idk why but recently i have been imagining ayato in grand narratives only like - a king out for revenge because his beloved was taken or a spirit trapped in a sword or a government figure trying to love someone who lost their memory - my point being; i forgot how fun and enjoyable it was to imagine him in the small moments that you have described !!

because !! he is so sly !! and he cares about the public opinion but only to uphold standing but he is a spoilt rascal too!! you nailed it! like, he WILL hold u close and enjoy that you're all like =?=!$(%AR what?!"??:::

hihi thank you for reminding me of that