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anintrovertedechoe · 1 year

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Lucifer: who the fuck took my demonus i just wanna talk

the brothers knowing that whoever did is fucking dead:

MC: it was me.

Lucifer: what.

MC: it was me.

Lucifer: why??? you literally can’t even get drunk off it????

MC: it tastes like capri sun and i miss it you whore

Lucifer: what the fuck is a capri sun

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outworldletters · 3 months

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The Night Owl Who Ate The Songbird | Letters from Solomon/Reader

Synopsis: Solomon fears one of you will violate the rule that governs magic and, for him, relationships: the pact of equivalence, the balance of exchanges.

But how can one put a value on what you trade in?

The unspoken rule looms large: one day, the scales may tip, and someone might give what they should not, irrevocably altering the rhythm of your dance.

One day, someone will want too much, and the other will oblige.

Pairing: Solomon (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader

Tags: Love Letters, Epistolary, Character Study, Tooth-Rotting Fluff

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52133266

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#obey me solomon #outworld letters #obey me #obey me brothers #obey me mc #obey me nightbringer #obey me x reader #lucifer obey me #obey me swd lucifer #obey me headcanons #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me x you #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me belphie #shall we date solomon #solomon obey me

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aballadforbarbatos · 1 year

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dedication to the prank

synopsis: the anti lucifer league has come up with a new prank! the problem is that they need to get in and out of lucifer’s room safely- which means belphie and satan need your help.

pairing: lucifer x reader, kind of, it's similar to my complicated relationship with him, which is: he shows up on the screen and i want to punch him. he comes up in the revival and i spend my whole paycheck trying to get the card, and then play through the entire devilgram immediately. every once in a while i say that i need him anonymously and then say “pretend this is about a respectable guy”. your pov.

word count: 1.5k (excluding the bonus)

you roll your shoulders. check your appearance in the mirror. is your outfit appropriate for this kind of activity?

“you’re distracting lucifer, not participating in a beauty competition.” satan pulls you out of your head, and belphie rolls his eyes.

“do you want the prank to go on, or not?”

there’s grumbles and mumbles, but it seems that the answer is unanimous. yes, they do want the prank to be successful, and yes, they do want to escape unharmed. so in order to do all that, you need to look good so you can keep lucifer’s mind and eyes occupied for long enough.

nah. this shirt is wrong. you briefly entertain the idea of walking into his room without a shirt, but as funny as it might be, it’s not a good idea. you swap it for a tank top with a deep neck. perfect for distracting high ranking demons. you see satan trying to sneak glances all the time, and like father like son, right?

“okay, let’s go.”

the idea is to swap his classical music with death metal. he might end up liking the genre, but you guys figure it’s worth a shot.

satan’s got the disks. he’s cast spells to make him quieter than a cat, but that doesn’t stop him from being visible. belphie’s on the outside to slam something in lucifer’s face in case you guys do get caught. you didn’t see the item. maybe it’s a brick.

you lead the boys down to his room, and take a deep breath. you count to three. and then you knock on his door.

“MC?”

HAH. you should’ve known that he’d immediately know it’s you, because you’re the only person that knocks in this godforsaken house. satan stares at you- in disgust or amazement, you can’t tell.

“can i come in?”

there’s a pause.

“i suppose.”

you enter his room, and immediately sprawl out on his bed. “try to hide your enthusiasm next time.”

lucifer’s eyes follow you, and he eventually turns his whole body to face you. okay. you have his attention. now you just have to keep it. satan sneaks in through the door, his face focused only on the task. you don’t look at him, only on the eldest brother. if things turn dire, you’ll have to pull your trump card, and it’s one that you’re certainly not afraid (read: a little terrified) to use.

“why are you here? what did you need?”

you bounce up from his bed and walk directly into a trap that you know for certain is there. “well i- woah!”

lucifer sighs. “do you plan on walking everywhere in my room?”

“yes!” you say, with a bright smile. satan ducks behind the bed, and with a quick snap of the eldest’s fingers, you fall from the ceiling. he catches you easily, and you’re left staring into his eyes, a little dazed.

“well, i don’t have the time or energy to…” he mumbles something that you can’t quite make out, but when he lets you down and tells you you’re free to move around as you like, you figure he’s disabled the traps- just because you’re in his room, too. you bite your lip, trying hard not to think about how that’s so sweet of him. you also think go forth satan, complete the prank!

“well, i’m not here for any particular reason. it’s just a little quiet in the house today- i guess everyone’s out?- and you weren’t in the office, so i figured you’d be in here!”

“and?”

“we don’t get to spend much time together. is it such a bad thing that i want to spend even a few minutes with you while mammon’s out trying his next “get rich quick” scheme?”

lucifer rubs his temples. you remember when he called that specific brother a hooligan, and try not to smile at the memory. eventually, though, he comes to a decision, and walks to the door, closing it.

“very well. let’s spend some time together, shall we?”

you’re not sure how entertained he is by your mindless chatter, but you do indeed bounce all over the room, keeping yourself animated, trying to ignore the chills running down your spine as he stares at you. it really does feel like he’s reading all your thoughts.

his smile is polite. is he seriously only tolerating you? this is one you’ve seen given to all sorts of demons, ones that you know don’t have any meaning to him, a smile that he gives out of courtesy. satan’s nearly finished his job. you have to do a better job than just a polite smile if he’s going to get out without being seen- especially now that the door’s shut.

you start racking your brains. do you really have to use that trump card of yours?

you move your body towards the wall, so that lucifer’s back is turned to satan’s path back out. okay, now what?

you find yourself biting your lip again. “MC, are you all right?”

you meet his eyes. they’re not particularly worried- instead, they carry a familiar teasing look, and you’d feel annoyed if you weren’t trying to think of alternatives.

“i…”

alternatives that you know don’t exist. there are no alternatives to save the anti-lucifer league, except for this one trump card of yours.

“yes?”

your breath hitches. he tilts your chin up. that certainly doesn’t help. satan’s crouched behind the bed, and he sends a look your way, one that you can barely see, but you know screams do something! a smirk has appeared far too easily on lucifer’s face.

“lucifer…”

“do you have something to say, MC?”

you nod, suddenly becoming acutely aware of his skin against yours. you only really see him with his gloves on. you swallow. do something, MC!

“lucifer, kiss me.”

“there we go,” he murmurs. “i was wondering when you’d come out and say it.”

oh, for- this prideful idiot really thought you’d come into his room for a kiss?! you suddenly feel a lot less bad about the prank. well, it’s a pact order anyway, so he does kiss you, deep and slow. you don’t get to see satan’s reaction because your eyes flutter shut.

you let out a groan. no matter who you lean towards romantically, if anyone at all, lucifer sure knows how to kiss, and he’s working all of that experience onto you. he pulls your body closer to his, and you get a whiff of his cologne.

you’d pact ordered him in a moment born from panic, but judging from the way that his hands squeeze your body and the way that he works his tongue, he would’ve done so even if it was just a normal request.

“lucif-” you try to get his name out, but it’s muffled at best, and soon enough his hands are slipping up your shirt, his touch burning your skin. it’s a good burn, you admit, but it also feels like he’s stretching the definition of kissing a little.

your avatar of pride- because that’s what he is, right? yours, with the pact mark?- lets out the slightest noise that you can barely identify as pleasure, before pulling away. air fills your lungs again. he does not remove his hands.

you’re left still staring into his eyes. they flicker and you swear you can see desire and need in them, for just a split second. lucifer’s lips twitch into a smile.

“good?”

this prick-

your hesitancy to answer seems to be all he needs, but this ego only solidifies your position in the anti-lucifer league. you decide you’ll describe yourself as a martyr to satan and belphie.

“did you want another one?”

his thumb brushes your bottom lip. you’re a martyr. you’re a staunch member of the anti lucifer league.

you nod.

and eventually, after a series of kisses that feel like an attempt to savour this moment with you, you hear something thud against the ground. lucifer’s face transforms from a gentle, content smile into a scowl, which is quite impressive, you have to admit. you look at the floor.

so it was a brick. at least belphie got to use it.

“hey, jackass! let MC go!”

the youngest holds up a second brick and waves it around in a threatening manner.

“belphegor.”

“look at this, satan! lucifer’s holding MC hostage!”

satan’s head pops around the corner, an unimpressed look on his face. “my, my. i wonder what diavolo would think of you imprisoning MC.”

the league has come to rescue you! thank god- you hate looking weak in front of the eldest, but you’re pretty sure that his touch now has you trembling, and lucifer knows it. he roughly pulls your body up against his, and you let out a yelp.

“maybe they don’t want to leave me.”

“belphie, hit him over the head with the brick. multiple times.”

bonus:

later on, after you’d escaped his bedroom, sitting on the couch and watching a movie, you hear a scream. it’s rough around the edges and violently pierces your skull. asmo covers his ears and leans into the couch, his face scrunched up. moments later, a very pissed off demon stomps into the room.

“satan and belphegor.”

“yes, dearest brother?” belphie rubs his eyes and gives lucifer the most devilish smile you’ve ever seen. “what’s wrong?”

“you’re behind this.” he holds up a familiar disc, and satan doesn’t bother to hide his smirk, pleased with the outcome of their antics.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about. maybe you’re suffering from brain damage after the brick?”

his eye twitches. you giggle, and lean over the back of the couch. lucifer’s eyes fixate on you, and you watch the cogs turn in his head. there’s a pretty good chance he’s about to realise the truth of things, and you wonder if you should run. would you even be able to escape him? (no.)

“i see. i always forget there’s a third member of your little hate group.”

he’s quiet as belphie and satan high-five each other. are you going to have to sit through another lecture as compensation? ugh. well, at least it’s better than- uh oh. what’s he doing?

you balk as a smirk replaces his frown and he strides towards you. hey, wait- this isn’t fair- hold on-

“lucifer,” you stammer out, but he’s not listening. he tilts your chin up, recreating the scene in his room, and you’re pretty sure your heart stops. satan and belphie have probably switched to defensive mode, and are effectively telling him to piss off, but it all just sounds like everything’s underwater.

“you want another one, don’t you?”

“i-”

you don’t get a chance to answer- he kisses you quickly, but it’s not a moment he’s trying to savour. no, this one feels like a lesson, rough and passionate and one that leaves you looking absolutely pathetic, panting when he pulls away.

“i’ll kill him!”

he pats himself down, brushing off dust that you can’t quite see. “i’d say that’s an effective enough punishment for the three of you.” his eyes linger on your lips before snapping up to meet your gaze. “although, it looks like one of you enjoyed it a bit too much.”

and with that, he leaves the room, looking quite proud of himself.

you, on the other hand, can’t figure out if this is a win or a loss for the anti-lucifer league.

#you know i tried to figure out why i like lucifer the other day #i don't actually know why #he's such a prick he irritates me so much #and yet. and yet #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me #obey me mc #obey me satan #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me lucifer #anti lucifer league #obey me swd lucifer #lucifer x you #lucifer x reader

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zephyrchama · 1 month

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Falling asleep in one of the House of Lamentation's common rooms can be a gamble. At best, somebody kindly carries you back to your room and tucks you in. Or maybe they leave you where you were, but drape a jacket or blanket over you.

Sometimes they go overboard, and you wake up with too many blankets. It's sweltering hot and excessively heavy. You thought the brothers were just being supportive in a weird way until Mammon accidentally revealed everyone is trying to break the record of 23 blankets and three duvets.

Sometimes you wake up with a full manicure and facial in progress. Asmo likes the practice.

Sometimes you wake up wearing Lucifer's reading glasses or Mammon's sunglasses. The Anti-Lucifer League must have thought you make a good hiding spot.

Sometimes you wake up with fresh food next to you. Particularly if you fell asleep near mealtime. The strong smell of Devildom cuisine rouses you awake, and you catch Beel trying to tip-toe away.

Sometimes you find... offerings. Bottled tea, or sticker sheets, or a coin placed on your cheek. Levi started taking pictures and in thanks decided to make a shrine dedicated to his idol (you).

Sometimes they draw on your face. The first person to do so will leave a marker for anyone else who happens to feel creative. You've woken up with whiskers, a mustache, fake eyes drawn over your eyelids, money signs drawn on your eyelids, swirls and hearts, a goatee, a big unibrow, and you're pretty sure the twins are the culprits behind a game of tic-tac-toe.

Sometimes you get notes. Simple reminders, or a notice that Lucifer's left the house so please make sure to check that everyone's behaving when you wake up. Occasionally you wake up completely covered in post-its with silly messages.

Sometimes you get kisses. They leave no trace, unless their sender gets carried away and sticks around.

#obey me #obey me!#obey me scenarios #omswd #obey me headcanon #obey me x mc #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me lucifer #obey me swd #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me leviathan #obey me x reader #obey me headcanons #obey me mc

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kpop-otome-yandere-here · 6 months

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Mc: *laying on a pool chair, unconscious*

Levi, panicking: They're not breathing!

Solomon: I'll give them mouth-to-mouth!

Mc: *opens one eye,* Ew no! Let Mammon do it! *Closes eye*

Lucifer:

Beel:

Solomon:

Satan:

Levi:

Belphie:...

Mammon: GET OUT OF THE WAY, MOTHERFUCKERS!

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boozye · 22 days

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Questions from a guy who chugs mayo.

#obey me #obey me devil day 2024 #obey me swd #obey me lucifer #obey me beelzebub #boozye did #obey me shitpost

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still-a-morosexual-help · 3 months

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can't believe the peak character design for THE Lucifer Morningstar is an out-of-touch overprotective dad, who would do anything for his kid(s), and is trying to connect with them but instead he accidentally makes them think he doesn't give a shit and ends up giving them serious daddy issues

#their aesthetics & personality are COMPLETE opposites but at the core they're the same and it's doing something to my brain chemistry #something about two dimes not being a lot but it sure is weird it happened twice #what the fuck is a nickel #hazbin hotel #lucifer #obey me #hazbin hotel lucifer #obey me lucifer #obey me shall we date #obey me!#om lucifer #om! lucifer #obey me! lucifer #swd lucifer

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nutbreadys · 10 months

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It felt like I was losing something. A part of my own body.

That “something” must have been Satan.

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b&w ver.!

#nutbread's art #obey me #obey me fanart #obey me satan #obey me lucifer #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #obey me nb #obey me swd #if u saw me post this without tags no u didnt #literally my first om fanart that i posted here hello u guys

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anintrovertedechoe · 9 months

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MC: who the fuck took my capri sun i just wanna talk

the brothers knowing that whoever did is fucking dead:

Lucifer: it was me.

MC: what.

Lucifer: it was me

MC: …why.

Lucifer, clearing his throat (with a little smirky smirk on his face): it tastes like demonus and i miss it, you whore.

MC, squinting: well fucking played, bitch.

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based off this post right here!

btw Lucifer planned tbh is out for months like the nerd he is, everyone laugh at the old man (affectionate)

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aballadforbarbatos · 1 year

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MC: lucifer… pass… the remote…

Lucifer: and why can’t you get it yourself?

MC: okay so what happened was, i was playing with this aluminium can and ripping it apart, and somehow i didn’t get cut!

MC: and then i got distracted and did get cut. and now i am mortally injured

Lucifer: you have a scratch on your finger

MC: mortally injured. hand it over

#lucifer #obey me lucifer #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me swd #obey me swd lucifer #avatar of pride #obey me mc #mc #obey me swd mc #obey me incorrect quotes #obey me swd incorrect quotes #obey me incorrects #true story

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zephyrchama · 2 months

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Do you think demons crack their joints?

It was a lazy, rainy evening in the Devildom. An oddly calm one. The residents of the House of Lamentation were gathered in the living room, mainly because that's where you were.

Beelzebub and Mammon were snacking and watching Leviathan play his handheld game. Asmodeus was browsing a magazine, Satan was browsing a book, and Lucifer was texting with Barbatos.

Belphegor had been dozing off on your shoulder for a while. It was hard to move under the demon's weight. You had been stuck in the same pose browsing your D.D.D. until he finally shifted, leaning back into the couch. You seized the opportunity to roll your shoulders and take a much needed stretch.

You lifted your arms. It felt great. Crack.

"What was that?" Satan asked, glancing up from his book.

"Beel probably sat on a chip," Mammon said. Levi snorted, too busy to take his eyes off the game but in agreement with Mammon for once.

"It wasn't me." Beelzebub stood up to prove his innocence, revealing no food under him.

"It was me," you said. "Just my back."

"Hon, what?" "Your what?" Asmodeus and Lucifer spoke at the same time, and both gave you a concerned look.

"My back? I just cracked it."

The demons sprung out of their seats like you had just cursed them. Levi's game system fell to the carpet. Since he was already standing, Beelzebub strode over and pulled the back of your shirt up, asking "does it hurt?"

Startled, you pulled the front of your shirt down for modesty. "Woah, hello? Excuse me? Uh, what?"

While everyone gathered to stare at your back, Belphegor was stirred awake. "What's going on?"

He went to lean on your shoulder again, but Mammon swatted him away. "Hey! Can't ya see they're injured?" he growled. Belphegor huffed at him, deciding instead to help hold your shirt up.

"Poor thing!" Asmo cooed. With one hand he grabbed your wrist, and with the other he made a peace sign. "Look at me, how many fingers am I holding up?"

"I'm fine. Everybody just chill." Despite your insistence, the panic had already set in and nobody was listening to you.

Leviathan was shaking. "T-that's not good, right? Humans aren't supposed to make those kind of sounds." He was covering his eyes with his hands squeamishly but peeking through his fingers to stare anyway. "A doctor! Are there any human doctors? Should we call Solomon?"

"Yes, somebody call Solomon," Lucifer commanded. "Where did the crack occur?" He started gently prodding around your spine, making you squirm.

Satan tried to bump Lucifer's hand away from you while placing himself in Lucifer's spot. "Can't you see they don't like that? You're making it worse."

"Deep breaths," Mammon instructed you, breathing deeply in and out. He seemed on the brink of hyperventilation himself.

Lucifer refused to budge, but Satan persisted. He was now also poking you. "The damage isn't visible yet, but there could be internal bleeding. You have to lay down."

Belphegor scooted over to make more room, despite your protest of "I'm not going to move, nothing is wrong."

Asmodeus managed to already get Solomon on the phone. You couldn't hear him over Asmo's worried shrieks but knew he had to be laughing. Solomon was not going to let you forget this incident.

Beel, Lucifer, and Satan moved to try and pick you up but enough was enough. "I said I'm fine!! Everybody stay!"

The seven went crashing to the floor, finally allowing you to cover up. "I am fine! I'm fine! See!" You stood up dramatically and grabbed Asmo's D.D.D. to apologize to a snickering Solomon.

The demons were annoyed and concerned as they tried to pick themselves up. "If you're so fine, then explain that noise," Satan said.

"Humans just do that from time to time."

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my-names-angel-but-im-not-one · 2 months

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Petty mc #4

*everyone playing the guessing game in HOL*

MC: alright guys guess who am I?

Everyone: okay!

MC: *starts to slouch* ""yeah Lilith died because of God , now I'll never forgive humans , even though they have nothing to do with it!!"" *Starts to fake strangle themselves*

Everyone:

MC: alright guess now that was a pretty good acting !

Belphie: *sweating* I don't like this game anymore.....