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Obey Me! You Have No Power Over Me - Part 1

a/n: 100% intentional mashup of Obey Me and the movie The Labyrinth. I had this idea last year as a lead up to Kinktober/Halloween, to be released in several parts, but then ended up taking a long break from writing instead. I sometimes have a hard time writing for Satan, but the choice to use him here seemed very fun.

pairing: F!MC x Satan

category: creative fiction/smut 💓

description: f!reader, Luke, and Satan are transported to a fantastic world where they encounter some familiar characters.

"Give me the child...Through dangers untold, and hardships unnumbered, I have fought my way here to the castle, beyond the demon city...to take back the child you have stolen. For my will is as strong as yours, and my kingdom is as great. You have no power over me".

Your words echo throughout the stone archways of Satan's room.

"Oh boy..." Luke sighed with dreamy appreciation as you finished reading. "MC...that was so amazing! You really made me believe I was there in the demon lord's castle fighting the Demon King". The little angel gazed at you worshipfully from his pillow bed on the floor.

"Truly," Satan said from his purple armchair. "I've owned this book for over a thousand years and never heard a better reading".

"And I've never had a better audience," you grin, giving them each a small bow and wink. Turning, you folded the book shut with a whomp, clouds of dust floating up around your ears, and balanced it atop the nearest chest-high pile. It sits benignly in the dark, cover shimmering softly.

"But you stopped before the ending!" Luke protested, with a pained expression. "What happens to the girl? Does she defeat the Demon King? How about her friends? What happens to them? And her dog, Merlin!"

"We'll just have to pick it up again next week," you tease, tugging gently at an errant piece of his hair.

"Aww....", he complained. He flounced down into his pillow pile and stared into the fire gloomily.

"It's past all our bedtimes anyway," Satan broke in, standing up from his chair and moving closer. His eyes briefly meet yours before moving down towards Luke. "My library has been here for 500 years, it will still be here next time. And I have many more stories than just this one, " he pauses, hand on hip.

"Well...ok," Luke grumbled. "But we're really doing it again next week! You better be ready!" He reluctantly gets to his feet.

"Cross my heart and hope to die," you solemnly promise, hand on your chest. You grin at him again and he rushes over, catching you in a tight embrace.

"Thank you, MC! This was SO MUCH fun!" He mumbles against your chest. You hold him close then release him, feeling an overwhelming affection. "See you tomorrow, tell Simeon hi for me".

He waves as he walks out the door, giving a neutral smile to Satan, never quite meeting his gaze.

"Do you think he'll ever give me a chance?" Satan quipped after the door closed. "I know he hates demons and all, but some of us are ok." He moves quickly, grabbing your arm, and pulls you hard against his chest. His room is lit by candles and in the low light he looks down into your face, green eyes hot. His voice gets low and husky.

"Some of you are very ok..." you murmur. His lips slowly touch yours and you both let it linger. Your heart skips a beat.

"Mmm..." He murmured when you broke apart. "I would give anything in the world to steal you away and keep you here with me forever," Searching your face for a reaction, he brushes his lips across the knuckles of one of your hands.

Chuckling, you lightly kiss the tip of his nose. "I know you're not serious, and besides, who'd take my exams for me?"

"Oh, not serious, am I? He said with a mocking grin. "Why don't we go upstairs, and I'll show you how serious I am," Your face warmed and for a second, you seriously considered taking him up on his offer.

Knowing if you don't leave at that moment, you never will; you pull away and move towards the door, hips swaying enticingly, wanting nothing more than to tease him within an inch of his life as a parting gift.

At the door, you turn and smile coyly.

He stares back, to anyone else looking perfectly relaxed and at ease, but to your practiced eye, wound tight with want for you.

"Stay with me," he says suddenly. "I'm not complete without you". Your eyes soften, but you know you have to go.

"Tomorrow night, I promise," you tell him. "Lucifer will kill me if I fail another test,"

"Tomorrow" he agrees. He continues to watch you hungrily.

Your hand on the door handle, you reluctantly push it open and walk through.

Striding through the doorway to the hall, you're suddenly jolted as you stumble hard on a pair of jagged rocks.

"What the..." You utter, baffled, looking around at unfamiliar surroundings. The hallway has completely disappeared. Where it once was, is now the top of a grassy hill. Over in the hazy distance, you see an ancient and winding landscape, dominated as far as the eye can see by what appears to be a mossy stone maze. Disoriented, you turn back towards Satan's room, only to find the doorway has vanished.

Suddenly, you remember Luke went through the doorway before you. Panicking, you call out for him, but your voice is lost in the wind. You wring your hands in desperation, clueless as to what to do next.

Then you feel a presence behind you. Whirling, long hair flying behind you in an arc, you turn. Satan is standing behind you, casually eased back against a lone tree that you're sure wasn't previously there. Only, this isn't the Satan you know and love. This Satan is smirking. His beautiful blond hair is longer, very long in places, falling around his shoulders. In other places, it's short, forming soft haphazard peaks. His cold eyes are narrowed at you, and they're ringed in an Egyptian cat eye fashion with silver and pink, tapering up at the ends. Sneering, he shifts against the wind, his form-fitting, high collared black jacket sparkles, catching your eye. Under the long jacket is a pair of tight-fitting riding pants. Taken together, his appearance is one of arrogance and power that sets your heart racing. You know something has happened, but you're not sure what.

Then it clicks. Satan's magic book. You've all been sucked into it somehow. From the disdainful way he's looking at you, you guess he's not fully himself.

Thinking back to the book, you think you know who is standing before you.

"You're him, aren't you. You're the Demon King".

a/n: Parts 2 through the end of the story will be released regularly up to Halloween, if there's interest in the story.

#obey me!#obey me #obey me reader insert #obey me smut #obey me shall we date #swd #obey me satan #omswd satan #satan x mc #swd satan #obey me fic #kinktober #halloween #fanfic #om fanfic #obey me fandom

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Simeon, Luke, and Raphael's angel forms?

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#obey me #obey me!#obey me simeon

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OBEY ME!

The Nightshade Kiss

warnings: dubious consent under the influence

pairing: F!MC x Simeon

category: fluff/smut

description: f!reader and Simeon have an encounter after ingesting Solomon's ancient alcohol.

"Come MC, walk with me", Simeon says as he takes your hand in his. He glances your way with a reassuring half-smile, his blue eyes glowing in the shadows, and pulls you outside toward the garden.

Your heart lurching at the feel of his warm skin and from being so close, you swallow the lump in your throat and walk, while stealing looks at him out of the corner of your eye. Illuminated in the lamplight his silvery brown hair glows like fire, and the straight proud line of his nose steals your breath away. He's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen, masculine perfection in the flesh.

As you near the pond outside Purgatory Hall, he catches you in an open-mouthed stare. Cheeks darkening and with an internal curse, you look away quickly and pretend to admire a nearby flower. Surprised, eyes widening for a split second then melting quickly into amused pleasure, he smiles warmly at you and pulls you to a stop.

"MC, there's something I've been wanting to ask you. Do you have a few minutes now between classes?" His radiant eyes look into yours with an usually intense expression and you realize with a start he hasn't yet dropped your hand. Clearing your throat, you reluctantly pull it away and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "Yeah, I do." Silently you berate yourself for not taking more time this morning to get ready. As usual, Simeon was the definition of put-together, all crisp white lines, clean and fresh, sophisticated, yet understated in his Majolish celestial realm line outfit. In contrast, you were wearing last night's makeup and hair thrown into a messy pony, and a tee gifted from Asmo with a new coffee stain from this morning's hurry to get out the door before losing said coffee to Beel. "What's up?"

"I've been thinking about the other night...in my room." Big blue eyes study you as they loom overhead. Standing in his shadow, you realize how tall he actually is. Caught in a moment of weakness you swallowed hard and stuttered out "Ah, I...ah. What do you mean?" when in truth, you knew exactly what he meant.

You had been casually pining over Simeon since you had met at the start of your stay in the Devildom. He was good, tall, strong, and beautiful, almost earning crush status by default. What's more, you'd become close friends and he was someone you trusted.

Recently, however, it was safe to say you'd become infatuated. Unbidden, but not unwelcome fantasies involving the two of you laughing, hugging, kissing, and more had been running on a continuous loop through your mind during class, and even when you were hanging out with your favorite demon brothers.

Mammon was the first to call out your dreaminess with annoyance after you failed to gush over his winnings from Friday night poker with the warlocks at Catechism Apartments. "Oi! MC! Ya bump your head or somethin'?" he had grumbled with a frown. Belphie was next, repeatedly trying and failing to catch your eye during your shared A History of the Devildom class. Normally, (when Belphie wasn't dozing) you two spent the painfully boring hour flashing hand messages at each other, having concocted your own language out of sheer desperation for distraction. This time, you had spent the class gazing into a spot on your desk, idly twirling hair about one finger completely oblivious to the frustrated demon's signals, Unsurprisingly, Lucifer had noticed your daydreams immediately and while he was far too busy to punish you for it every time, his curiosity had been growing, along with a rapidly ballooning irritation whenever you had to ask him to repeat himself.

Simeon was silent for a moment before replying. "I think you know. " He said quietly. "And it's something we should talk about."

Three nights ago you had been visiting Purgatory Hall on an invite from Solomon, to celebrate the conclusion of the week's exams. You'd grown close to the mysterious sorcerer since arriving in the Devildom, relying on him emotionally to provide a sense of human normality in this fantastical place. Tired, yet excited to spend some social time with the boys, you had spent the early part of the night playing puzzles with Luke. After valiantly trying to fight his sleepiness, the little angel had dropped off and Simeon had carried him, head lolling against his chest, to bed. The remaining three of you had decided to share some of Solomon's rare 2000 year-old nightshade spirits, which he generously offered and assured that unlike Demonus, could be enjoyed by human, demon, or angel alike.

You should have known from the start any gift from Solomon wouldn't be so straightforward. While you had come to trust him, you had intuited early on the highly intelligent sorcerer was a man of deep secrets; every interaction having a twist and an extra subtext attached. The nightshade spirit was no different. Undulating rainbow-colored vapors meandered skyward from your glass and as you sipped it, you were slowly absorbed into a pulsating cloud of euphoria. You felt an overwhelming desire to deeply connect, to share things you normally would keep hidden. Thick-headed, heavy-lidded, and body tingling, you swiveled your head left and right at your companions. Apparently, while the spirits could be experienced by everyone, they didn't affect all beings in the same way. While Solomon was intently regarding you over the rim of his glass, Simeon was apparently feeling effects similar to a very strong alcohol, smiling and giggling and obviously enjoying himself. After a few minutes, without warning, he had lept to his feet and pulled you to yours, cutting you off mid-story. "Let's dance!" he had jubilantly exclaimed. Half carrying, half dragging you, you both moved to the center of the room, where Simeon knocked over a large potted plant twirling you about to music only he could hear.

After some time had passed, with Simeon now singing silly songs and showing no sign of slowing down, Solomon sensed his opportunity to connect with you under the effects of the nightshade had passed, and with a disappointed look on his face, bade you both good night and headed to his room.

Still breathless with laughter and flopping like a ragdoll in Simeon's arms, you heard Solomon's lock click in the background. Feeling guilty about skipping quality time together with your friend, you vowed to make it up to him later.

Having more fun than you had had in months, gasping and laughing, you let yourself continue to be danced by Simeon, who was showing remarkable endurance, not yet having broken a sweat. Finally, hours later, perhaps because he had run out of songs, he threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and, ignoring your squeal of surprise, twirled three more times and stumbled down the hallway towards his room.

Once inside, he lowered you to the ground and grinned into your face, silvery hair tousled and falling into his eyes. He looked simply adorable. You doubt he had fully realized he had brought you into his room, always before having asked for consent every step of the way. Breathlessly, you smiled up into his remarkable eyes, and now with things quieter, realized you were still feeling the effects of the nightshade, craving connection, craving to reveal your hidden thoughts. Something fell into place inside you and you realized what you craved to share at that moment, right or wrong, was your deep attraction to your friend.

Unable to stop yourself, you swiftly crossed the distance between the two of you and jumped into his arms. Throwing your arms around his neck, you shamelessly covered his mouth with a passionately heated kiss, pulling yourself up higher with your arms in order to kiss him more deeply. His arms automatically caught and enveloped you out of instinct, but once your lips touched his, he almost dropped you in shock.

Quickly recovering, he firmed his grip on your body and instead of pushing you away as you expected, pulled you in even more tightly, matching your intensity.

Hungrily, you explored each others' mouths. As your lips and tongues danced, you wound your legs around his waist and he wrapped one arm around yours, the other traveled flat-palmed up your curves into your hair, where he gripped and pulled it in rhythm with his kiss.

Everywhere you expected him to pull away, he surprised you by moving closer. This was the next natural step in your friendship and it felt so right. You wanted more, you wanted all of him.

When he had finally set you on the floor, you had grabbed his hand. He had let you pull him to the bed then, where you pushed him down and climbed on top, straddling his body, crossing your arms as you reached down and pulled your shirt over your head. Making low noises in his throat, Simeon responded equally passionately and rolled you over, crushing you into the covers with his kiss.

You were the first to wake the next morning, happy and amazingly refreshed, for not getting much sleep. Smiling, you felt your bruised lips with the tips of your fingers and took some time to marvel at how special the night before had been. Parting from your sleeping angel with a soft kiss to his cheek, you got dressed and headed back to the House of Lamentation.

All of the brothers were overwhelmingly curious as to where you'd been (except for Mammon, who had followed you), and in the end, you'd been forced to reveal that you'd stayed over at Purgatory Hall, earning several jealous growls and mutters.

As the day wore on, doubt started to creep in around the happy memories, and you wondered if you'd overstepped a boundary with Simeon, or taken advantage of him while you were both under the nightshade influence. Since you had fallen asleep afterwards and not gotten a chance to talk, guilt grew in your heart and confused you, resulting in you avoiding him, yet feeling completely infatuated with the thought of you together. Now three days later...

"MC... Are you avoiding me?" You came back to yourself then and said "Simeon. I...No, I haven't been avoiding you. And yes. Simeon, I've been worried that I took advantage of you at Purgatory Hall last week. And I didn't know how to handle that feeling. I didn't want to force you into doing something you didn't want to do, or ruin our friendship".

He looked down at you seriously for several long moments and was silent. Your heart yammered in your chest as you achingly considered a future where you and Simeon didn't talk, weren't friends. It seemed intolerable. Then the gray clouds of his face were parted by a dazzling smile. You felt your body go weak at the knees in response. Suddenly, he grabbed you under your arms and lifted you high into the air. Gasping with shock and delight, you slid down against his chest until you were eye to eye.

Softly pressing a kiss to your mouth, he spoke against your lips and put all your fears to bed.

Whatever the future did hold, it wouldn't be without Simeon.

#obey me shall we date #obey me!#obey me #obey me smut #obey me simeon #simeon x mc #swd simeon #obey me reader insert #swd #simeon x reader #first post rerun #sleepless in the devildom #obey me fic

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i made your favorite dish. i made you something you’ve never tried before. i love you. i spent twenty minutes chopping. my grandmother made this for me when i was little. i made this dairy free for you. i love you. i want to eat together. the onions made me cry. i love you. i learned this recipe for you. i love you. i made this special for your birthday. i love you. i know you don’t like peppers. i love you. i love you. i love you.

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First attempt

Second result with more paragraphs. I think it's slightly more accurate.

Writer friends, I discovered a fun website today. It’s called “I Write Like” and here’s the description: Check which famous writer you write like with this statistical analysis tool, which analyzes your word choice and writing style and compares them with those of the famous writers. Let me know which autor you got!

#no surprise there #tag yourself

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#wow #hey bb

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This one kicked me in the solar plexus. 💜 Lucifer is the smoothest demon alive.

POP QUIZ SPOILER under the cut

/faint

#obey me lucifer #lucifer obey me #lucifer #obey me

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#obey me diavolo #Diavolo #fanart #obey me fanart #the vibe here is amazing

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@theinariakuma thanks for tagging me! I love these. <3

♈︎-♉︎-♊︎-♋︎-♌︎-♍︎-♎︎-♏︎-♐︎-♑︎-♒︎-♓︎

Favorite Color: sometimes blue, sometimes green (is that a song?) I really love rainbow.

Currently Reading: Before the Broken Star by Emily R. King

Last Song: The Link is About to Die - Los Bitchos

Last Movie: Dune (2021)

Last Series: Unsolved Mysteries (2020)[tv], Blue Period (2021)[anime], Wheel of Time (1996)[books]

Sweet, Savoury, or Spicy: I'm struggling here...not that long ago I would have said sweet all the way, but now I'm more of a savoury girl! Ok, lying. I love everything. I want it all.

Currently Working on: Return of the Masks (Kinktober fic)

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No pressure tags: @boxbusiness @cheruangelic @coconut-tree-cafe @property-of-diavolo @fishheadakira @devildomdisaster @awkward-turtles-world 💚💙💜

Tag game

Rules: Tag nine people you want to get to know better. Thank you for the tag @minniedlucca <33

Favorite color: blue

Currently reading: 妻为上/The Wife is First (although i’m paused on that for now bc too much stuff to do :’))

Last song: 浮生/Floating Life by Yu-Peng Chen! It’s actually the original song he composed that he used for Ayaka’s dance scene but with lyrics and it’s so pretty <333

Last series: Squid Game 👉

Last movie: Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings

Sweet, savory, or spicy: I’d say sweet and savory are tied but never spicy lol i can’t handle spice at all

Currently working on: college bullshit…🙃 (i’d be working on my woh wip if i could but hahaha no time)

Tagging: @ghostjellyfishheart @adangersandwich @void-listens @noisyaliengiantpatrol @punsandcoookies @flipflapyoutwat @spacey-png @rage-youdamnnerd @itadoriiii no pressure if you don’t want to do it!

#tag game!#so fun #no pressure to play

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Get your spot now! She's one of the best.

Akuma's 500 follower Event

Event running: November 5th until November 10th

Minors and Ageless blogs, do not interact. You will be blocked.

Rules:

If you are going to request on Anon, you have to message me in DMs prior so I can verify you're not a minor/ageless blog.

Any Minors and Ageless blogs will be blocked.

Love at first sight is an interesting thing. They can catch your eye across a room. All they know is that from that first glimpse, you became theirbone. They want to know you, love you, be with you. Where did they first see you and where are you both at now?

Match up:

Name/alias

Pronouns

Zodiac

MBTI

Fandom (Obey me or Attack on Titan)

3 favorite/desired places to visit (can be things like Bookstores or places like Italy)

3 Hobbies

3 favorite drinks (alcoholic/nonalcoholic)

3 Favorite types of food

SFW/NSFW

If NSFW: Top 3 kinks

If you decide you don't want a match up, I will do a limited number of Drabbles. So first come first serve, I'm only doing a max of 10 open prompts for Obey me or Attack on Titan.

For the Drabble I'll need:

Pronouns

Nsfw/Sfw

If NSFW: top 3 kinks

Chosen character from AoT or Obey Me (up to 2 Max)

Prompt

Drabble Slots: 0/10

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In honor of Halloween, my favorite HC on the brothers' true forms. 🎃

i have a personal headcanon that the brothers are giant in their true forms. How would the bros interact with the MC while in this form?

(Let's just assume that through our Special Sparkle MC Powers, our mortal minds don't bleed every time we look at them. And a fair warning, true forms are eldritch, and thus eldritch and sometimes squeamy descriptions might be used. If lovecraftian-type writing is upsetting to you, please tread the True Form tag with caution)

CW: True Forms, slight body horror, word porn

(Strap in kiddos, this is long)

Lucifer

Lucifer is damn big, only outsized by Levi and Diavolo.

In his true form, he stands on digitigrade, three toed feet. His arms are nearly as long as the rest of his body, with wicked claws that gleam with gold ichor that he rent from his former brethren in the Celestial War.

Lining his back are four wings, and two burnt and bleeding stumps, the bone still glistening with fresh viscera, as if they'd just been torn off yesterday. Between the stumps of where his first pair once resided, a starburst wound lies, still fresh as the day it was made. his arms are weighed down with chains that weigh all the world; around his elongated, drakish neck, a matching collar of solid iron, and on his horn, an old chain that has long since shattered in the middle, leaving heavy metal constantly causing his head to list to the left. His halo, once shining and brilliant, now orbits in pieces weakly around his horns, shattered and blackened.

His face bears no mouth, but eight eyes arranged in a circle, with the lowest left one bearing a bleeding wound, blinded. In his true form, his old wounds never stop bleeding black ichor, though new ones can never form.

His hide is liquid mirror, so reflective to look directly at that it feels as though the reflection you see is what would be seen if you peeled back your skin and flesh and picked apart the bones to look into the soul that resided further in. You are never faced with a realer you than when you see yourself in his skin.

All seven of his still functional eyes cry without end, dripping salt and brimstone, but each one holds all the fury and blood that his body has ever felt and shed, peering past the mortal veil to see into the self of any who make eye contact with him- except for himself, for any mirror that tries to reflect his true form shatters into naught but dust.

The bones inside his massive body creak and groan like an ancient tree with each move he makes, causing blood to well to the surface of his eternal wounds and tears to spring in fresh waves no matter his struggle to stem the flow.

The first time you saw this form was an accident. There are times when his glamour feels to constrictive for all the hates and loves he crushes away under layers and layers of pride- when his mind becomes too big for his body, and he feels he can't breathe because there's no room left in his restricted forms for air. This is when he retreats into the furthest depths of the House of Lamentation's catacombs and collapses into a heap of unworldly reflection- and then he felt mortal eyes and he crammed himself back into a form that felt far too small, panicking, lowering himself enough to beg that you shut your eyes until he noticed a distinct lack of wailing screams of utter agony and he realized that you could somehow stand his true form without losing yourself to your reflection.

You very rarely get to interact with this form, and only for short amounts of time as even though you can resist it for a while, eventually staring into your own soul begins to claw at the back of your eyes, leaving a needling sensation that lingers for days, burning your own eyes into your mind so that you can see them whenever you shut your eyelids.

Mammon

When you DO get to interact, though, he treats you like the most delicate of glass figures. He fears moving when you're touching him, as you're so, so very minuscule to him in this form.

Mammon is fit snugly in the middle of the pack when it comes to how big he is- not the biggest, but not the smallest either. But what he lacks in size compared to his siblings, he makes up for in speed and devastating ability.

He takes the form of a hulking, bipedal, half-wolf beast with four arms that are cast in molten gold up to their elbows that burn anything he grabs with them. Tens of much smaller, grasping claws litter and wrap around his torso, giving the illusion that he's been wrung like a towel, and when he fully unfolds his hundred and four arms, you'll find a gaping hole in his chest where precious metals like platinum, silver, and gold drip from arteries without a heart to pump to.

His face is split down the middle, with the right half appearing to be that of a healthy wolf while the other side of the coin stripped by decay, bearing only bone and the magic in his left socket to serve as an eye. Instead of a furred, thin tail, his is nearly as big as the rest of the body, with three grasping claws at the end that serve as the only truly functional hand he has that doesn't immediately incinerate anything he touches or crush it close to his body without control.

Looking into left socket fills your head with whispers of Avarice- "Who cares about the struggling family man, he shouldn't have left his wallet if he didn't want it stolen", "nobody will miss that treasured family heirloom, it's just sitting in an old box", "the diamonds in that store are only going to unstable marriages anyways, they'd look nicer on you than thrown into a lake after the first fight", "charities are just scams anyways- the donations weren't going towards the good causes they were meant to anyways". The longer you stare, the more Greed worms its way into your heart, and the more Greed there is in your heart, the harder it is to look away until he lets you.

The fur he's covered by in this form is black as pitch, brighter than gold, and finer than silk to the touch one way while coarser than sandpaper the other. It's enchanted, and mortals who look upon it might not fall to their knees, babbling in insane tongues nobody has ever heard of, but the instant you touch it with too much greed in your heart, your blood will turn to oil and you'll slowly suffocate, unable to get oxygen no matter how much air you pull into your lungs.

Mammon was the first to reveal his true form, but not the way he meant to. When he sleeps, its easy for his Glamour to slip apart and crack- especially after a night of drinking. When you were tasked with fetching him in the morning, you found his true form swallowing his entire room and half hanging out of a new hole in the wall.

Of all his brothers, he's the one that handles you most cautiously. You can't touch his hands- they'd sear the flesh from your bones. He won't let you hug him- his hundred grasping claws would crush you while trying to stuff your body into the hole in his chest where a heart should be. He won't look you in the eye- he refuses to foster a sin as toxic as his in you. He makes sure to search your heart for even the slightest amount of Greed before he lets you touch his fur- he wouldn't dare risk your life at the oil your blood could become if he isn't careful. It's because of this that despite it not being his cardinal sin, Mammon feels the most envious of his brothers, who can at least touch you without fear of murdering you, in their true forms.

Leviathan

Leviathan is the biggest True Form'd demon in the Devildom. Yes, that includes outsizing even Diavolo. (I try to avoid other fandom references unless they're specifically asked for, but I can't possibly give a more accurate description of his size than Jormungandr from God of War)

His scales are crystal fractals of the same abyssal dark that lies at the bottom of the ocean- a black beyond black that shines even when there's no light to reflect. They interlock so tightly that not even air can slip past them- the stygian, armored plating of his scales is completely impenetrable.

In stark contrast, the fins that line his spine and along his sides along the entire length of his body, on his ears, and the webbing between the massive claws on his arms are an array of colors, some of which can't even be seen properly by human eyes. Most commonly present in his dorsal fins is a pulsing orange-red that hurts to look at the same way looking at the sun hurts.

His skull is easily the size of the entry hall in the House of Lamentation, with a doorway size socket for each of the four golden-amber eyes that can see in even the deepest parts of the ocean. The coral of his horns grows exponentially in his true form, leading to massive branches of shimmering demon coral. Inside of his mouth lie a secondary, pharyngeal jaw- where his primary jaw is for the delivery of the world's most unnecessarily, mindnumbingly deadly venom, the pharyngeals are up to bat when he decides to bite down and hold with his primary jaws, where the pharyngeals do the dirty work of tearing, shredding and chewing.

His voice is a deadly drug in this form- so to circumvent destroying the mind of those who hear him, he uses magic to speak using his mind, projecting his thoughts and feelings instead of vocalizing them. Those who ARE unfortunate enough to hear him are plagued by an endless need to chase the depths that Levi himself inhabits. To be held away from swimming to their death won't help- unless something powerful enough lifts his curse, Envy of the deep will consume them from the inside out, destroying their mind until there's nothing left but a gibbering hollowed out husk that still fights to drown itself long after the mind is completely gone.

Levi's form revealed itself to you when a demon was foolish enough to challenge him. You'd been at Diavolo's private beach with him as a reward to him for finishing his finals with some of his best scores in 100 years, and he'd been followed by one of his overly ambitious generals. The general had used his true form, and upon realizing you wouldn't immediately be harmed by looking at them, Levi immediately took his own and soundly trounced the upstart.

Levi actually loves hanging out with you in this form, though he doesn't get to very often on account of his size. He'll bask for hours and let you stretch old sail canvas across his horns as a hammock or as shade and will enjoy every second of the contact, no matter how small it is to him. He won't actually do anything though- just a single scale out of place would crush you, so other than basking and enjoying each others' company, there isn't much he'll do.

He once tried showing off what a great swimmer he was in this form and accidentally sent a tidal wave up onto the beach where you were when he breached the surface and crashed back down; the only thing that stopped you from being swept out was latching onto a tree for dear life and not letting go until Mammon came and pried you off with a crowbar.

Satan

His was actually the first true demon form that Luke had ever saw and the poor thing cried for like ten minutes while begging you to start sleeping at Purgatory Hall instead of the House of Lamentation.

The smallest of the brothers. He stands on cloven hooves with tar-stained, clumped fur that reaches up to his shins before falling away to oilslick black skin across the rest of his body. His forearms have gaps that match the bone, and his claws drip noxious tar. His ribcage and spine lie exposed above his skin, the bone charred and ashy to the touch, and his stomach is a furnace filled with hellfire, but once expended it becomes a void colder than dry ice, that kills anything that it touches.

On his shoulders is a sinewy neck that holds a unicorn's skull, black as night, with a mane made of green hellfire and hate.

His true form has two phases it can be in. When Wrath first strikes, it burns. It sears the inside of your skin, threatening to split you in two unless you find some way- a violent way- to release it. The second phase is when Wrath subsides- after it has consumed your soul, it leaves your body hollow and exhausted, with your heart feeling chilled, with an ache that no painkiller can soothe and no alcohol can drown. Depending on what phase his form is in, his mane is either the hottest fire in the universe, or the coldest liquid frost.

His back has a pair of boneless wings that hang uselessly. He can't even move them, but for the tradeoff, the feathers that they bear are as thin as razor wire and just as sharp. They can be used as weapons in a pinch, so long as you only touch the quill.

With his spine being exposed, so is his tail, just like in his restrained form. His tail's vertebrae are razor sharp and, if he could enter this form without losing many of his higher faculties, he'd have enough a mind to watch it as his tail can easily slice through flesh and bone alike.

Satan has a hard time keeping himself under control in this form. He already has enough trouble maintaining his veneer in his restrained and human forms, nevermind when the full extent of his power is at his clawtips. His emotions run at 110% when his sin is so fully encompassing, and it is exhausting for him to use this form because of that.

His fire doesn't burn you, and his cold never bothers you anyway. Regardless, he still gets nervous watching you run your hands through the flames and frost, curiosity overcoming any caution he wishes you'd have no matter how many times you've done this without being harmed.

Mammon once tried to roast marshmallows over his mane in this form and couldn't use his hands for a week afterwards due to the burns he suffered the instant that Satan noticed.

Asmodeus

Asmo despises his true form. It's not in the least bit flattering.

His body is long enough to wrap around the House of Lamentation several times over, segmented like the world's biggest and most terrible house centipede with long spindly legs and two curling tails that end in savage scorpion stingers.

His arms- of which he has four, are shaped like a praying mantis's, with dull edges but strong muscles that make them impossible to escape once you're trapped.

Graspers wrap around his head in a circle, and getting too close to them is a one way ticket to mutilation.

But the reason he despises this form isn't the body, or the graspers, or the legs, or the arms. He hates it because he can't wear his own face in it.

His graspers aren't deadly- they barely injure you. Their true danger is when they latch onto your face, and pull it off for his true form to wear.

Inside of his body are thousands of faces that he's stolen from people- millenia worth, of models, muses, queens, kings, beautiful animals- even statues. His True Form is filled with a desire to find a face as beautiful as he was as an angel, but always it finds a flaw that makes it cram away the stolen face and resume the search. For every face he steals, his body grows another inch.

He can wear any of the faces he steals- has used them to trick others into coming close enough to fall to the same trap, and can morph his true form to match the face down to the torso, but always he must return to his segmented, armored true form eventually.

Of all his brothers, he is second only to Mammon in his caution towards allowing you to interact with his true form. His true form is a jealous beast that craves beauty, and he'd be beyond horrified if he became so enamored in his true form that he stole your face. He wishes you wouldn't ask to see his true form so often- your face is so hard to resist.

It'd be so easy...to take it, and tuck it away within his body, to keep it pristine and unmarred for the rest of eternity. Once he had it, he'd never be made to part with you again; nobody can reclaim the faces he takes- and you're so stunning, maybe yours would finally be the face to satisfy this form's endless search for beauty...

No- he has to be vigilant. His brothers would never forgive him, but even more importantly, HE would never forgive himself. Your face is for you, not for him, no matter how much he longs for it...

Beelzebub

Beel's shape is the most humanoid of the brothers, but his body made of nothing but mouths- carnivore, herbivore, omnivore- there's a set of teeth for every diet that can be named, though more often than not he doesn't actually notice or care what type of food goes where. His true form has no real skin- just teeth, and tongues, and the throats behind them that all lead to his all-consuming core.

If he were to open them all at once, his body would become twice as long, and you might catch a glimpse of his core. Looking at it for too long will drive you mad with hunger and will cause you to eat until you die.

There's one mouth on Beel's true form that cannot open, on his face. This one leads to his real stomach, but seeing as he can't open it, everything goes to his ever starving core instead.

His body looks emaciated, like he's never eaten a day in his life, and no matter what he consumes, he never actually gets a single ounce of nourishment in this form. This makes his True Form THE most difficult to control- it's already dangerous to keep him away from food no matter WHAT form he's in- it's so easy to lose himself in a desperate frenzy. Being kept from food in his True Form is an almost certain recipe for mauling, mutilating, or even death.

Back in his youngest demon days, he tried to consume Barbatos in this form once because the butler was keeping him from eating a banquet meant for a ball. Nobody will speak of it, but if you look carefully at Barbatos's left arm, a few inches above his wrist, there's a single scar- barely half an inch long, in the shape of a tooth mark.

As long as you're helping to stuff one of his mouths with food in this form, you're pretty safe to interact with it, though for however cautious he is with his strength and size in his human and restrained forms, he's a hundredfold so in his True Form.

He's caught himself wondering if maybe you would be the one thing that could finally sate his True Form's hunger- you're so unique and special, maybe if he just...no. No, he can't. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he snuffed out the brilliance of your soul.

Belphegor

The third largest brother, only smaller than Lucifer and Levi. He's a hulking, Immensely strong ursine beast that's wrapped in so many chains that it's nearly impossible to see what his actual body looks like. His eyes are cloudy and blind except to his own body, and his skull bears a pair of bull's horns that are broken and shackled with heavy iron weights. The chains themselves are made from apathy and detachment, and the shackles holding them on him are of his own Despair, as this form was forged from his emotions during the fall, and they're as permanent as his demon status.

If you somehow find a way to see beneath his bindings and chains, you'll find the void of space. His back and shoulders are lined in wounds that bleed stardust, slashes from the Celestial War that he won't allow to heal, arrows that were never removed bristling like quills along his spine, arranged in constellations. To see this form move is one of the rarest events in the world.

The danger of this form isn't in any movement- being around it will lull you into a sleep from which nothing can rouse you save for Belphegor himself. No other demon nor angel can pull you from the coma that his True Form will lure you into.

Unless he specifically places a charm on you that prevents this, if you sleep because of his True Form, your memories will begin to fade. The core of his True Form steals away and consumes your memories, dreams, emotion, and eventually spirit, leaving apathy, torpor, and detachment in his wake. His Core consumes memories for the love and passion held within them, leaving them washed out and gray, devoid of what once made them special, but it never lifts the burden of his own chains.

Once the protection charm is in place for you, Simeon, Luke, and Solomon though, he LOVES hanging out in this form, just like he likes hanging out in all his other forms. If he can just laze about as a giant eldritch Universe-Bear, he damn well will take advantage of that. Naptime for the entire Devildom, he doesn't even care.

His palms are the only part of him not completely covered in chains, so its on his palms that he loves letting you sleep. And when you sleep there, boy do you SLEEP. Best night-nights ever.

#obey me!#obey me #obey me true forms #True Forms #halloween #self rb

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lyssahlyssah · 3 years

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Look at these incredibly beautiful commissions from @coconut-tree-cafe! ❤❤

#art commisions #obey me!#obey me #obey me fanart #wow art #Ahh I love it so much!!#obey me belphegor #obey me lucifer #obey me simeon #amazing shading #my first commission requests and I'm so happy I did

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Hi. :)

Lyssah, female, she/her

Cancer, INFP

Pride and Lust

No ideal dates, I'm very adventurous, can find pleasure in anything, like variety

Assertiveness, self respect/love, compassion

Nipple play, dirty talk, choking/spanking

questions:

i. name, gender, pronouns

ii. zodiac sign and personality type

iii. what sin do you align with the most?

iv. what’s your ideal date?

v. what are three things you look for in a partner?

vi. what are your three biggest kinks?

4.5K FOLLOWER EVENT ➟ OBEY ME MATCH-UPS

CONFIGURING MATCH UP WITH @lyssahlyssah

↻ RESULTING MATCH: LUCIFER

— lucifer falls in love with your sensitive nature, how you’re empathetic and your compassion knows no bounds. it’s refreshing to be around someone so down to earth in a world full of demons. — your kindness constantly takes him aback— how you’ll bring him coffee late at night when he’s up doing endless paperwork or giving him a massage whenever he’s had a bad day at work. — he feeds off your own pride, admiring the way you carry yourself so highly. you approach everything with an open mind, and that’s something he struggles to do every single day. — although he doesn’t show it often, lucifer has a compassionate side of his own. you’re the only one who gets to see it, trusting you enough to let his walls come crumbling down. — he enjoys taking you downtown on a nice day out, whether it be taking you shopping or going out to lunch or just taking you for a stroll through the city. as long as he’s with you, he’s happy. — lucifer isn’t shy in the bedroom, and he’s very vocal about what he wants to do to you. “take off your clothes and come here, lyssah. yes, just like that. good girl. i’m going to make you cum now.” — once he finds out you have sensitive nipples, lucifer showers them in attention, rolling one of them in between his gloved fingers while his tongue flicks over the other. — he’s a firm believer in punishing people who act out of line, so, should you ever do so, he will have you bent over his lap, one hand wound up in your hair while the other delivers endless spanks.

#woohoo matched with my Lucifer!#Beautiful thank you!#if you don't know asmos-pet yet you're missing out get over there #obey me #obey me matchups

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lyssahlyssah · 3 years

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Hey everybody. I'm away all this week and last, but I'm really excited to get started on Kinktober when I get back! Hope you're all having fun, and I'd love to hear about some of your favorite art and fics that have come out.

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lyssahlyssah · 3 years

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Hi! I'd love to submit a wholesome fluffy ask on Diavolo.

Diavolo and MC have fallen in love/lust but don't feel comfortable to show it in front of anyone due to the brothers jealousy and Diavolo's public image, so they sneak moments of touch and things when no one is looking like pinky fingers touching behind someones back while they're sitting on either side of the person. Sneaking a few kisses in a closet, heated/longing looks across the room, footsie, etc

this was really cute and honestly i might do more with this idea but here’s some Dia secret relationship fluff <3

Diavolo had pulled you aside at one of his many balls. You were alone on the balcony together for no more than 15 minutes, but that's all the time it took him to confess his feelings for you. You reciprocated his feelings and you shared a kiss before agreeing it was too early to tell anyone.

Being the prince, Diavolo really had to be sure of any relationships before they could go public. Of course, you both were more concerned about the demon brothers. As the embodiment of the seven sins there was no telling how they might cope with hearing such news. So you became secret lovers.

In classes, it was easy to sit next to each other. Diavolo was always touching you under the table, whether it was holding your hand or your thigh he just needed the physical intimacy. He always liked to play with your fingers under the table, memorizing every detail instead of listening to the lecture.

Student council was a little more difficult. Since Diavolo usually led, he couldn't risk bringing attention to any physical intimacy with you. So he settled for exchanging lingering glances and sometimes even funny faces when Lucifer was talking. None of the brothers ever seemed to pay attention to council matters but it was still surprising they'd never noticed how much of his focus was on you.

You and Diavolo had a meeting place at RAD. Whenever either of you had more than 10 minutes during lunch or between classes you'd text each other a coded message. How's class? The response if you couldn't meet was something about the content being dense and hard to understand. If you could, you'd respond that the topics were ready to understand that day. This only backfired once when Satan saw your text that you were having trouble understanding. The content that day was easy but you'd promised Beel you'd meet him after class. Satan insisted on going over the lesson all night. You yelled at him for looking at your phone over your shoulder though.

The meeting place was a classroom that Diavolo intentionally kept empty in case of emergencies. And with the urgency of your kisses you’d think it really was an emergency. He always got there first and stood by the door, yanking you towards him into a tight embrace immediately. You started having to set an alarm to make sure you stopped in time to get to the next class after being late to the same class one day. Definitely suspicious except Diavolo's genius excuse of needing to talk about "exchange student matters."

He didn't even have to justify a weekly meeting about "exchange student matters" with Lucifer after the messy early days of your exchange. Of course those "exchange student matters" was actually just making out in his office. Lucifer almost caught you once, you'd forgotten your notebook in class and he brought it for you. He was polite enough to knock which gave both of you enough time to scramble into normal meeting spots. Lucifer was none the wiser.

There were even a couple of occasions where the hallway would clear out and Diavolo would pull you into the nearest broom closet to ravage you. You’d stay in there until the bell rang, accepting that sometimes you’d just have to be late to class.

It was the most difficult to sneak off during events at the castle. Every month he has some kind of fancy event and you are always escorted by one of the brothers. You’re limited to one dance with the prince and you always had your own line of suitors hoping to dance with you. You and Diavolo had perfected the art of stealing glances while dancing. There were usually a couple of times each night where he could pull you aside to a hallway or balcony but there was always a risk someone would follow, so you could only ever exchange chaste kisses and words of adoration.

Barbatos was the first to find out. You can assume he probably knew before you and Diavolo did, honestly. But even if he couldn't see through time, he knows the Young Lord so intimately that the day he started sneaking off with you he brought it up privately at the castle. Diavolo admitted it immediately since he doesn’t lie- and there would be no point in lying to Barbatos. He actually helped, by offering to plan more events with everyone. For example, a movie night where you could cuddle together in the dark. He also invited you over more often for tea. In fact, Lucifer wondered if Barbatos was courting you briefly.

That is, until Lucifer found out. Barbatos had invited you for tea and you mistakenly told Lucifer you were going to see Diavolo. He was suspicious before then, but you got a little too flustered at his line of questioning and you just decided to tell him. Turns out he asked Barbatos if he was courting you and, while Barbatos didn’t reveal any secrets, the way he responded told Lucifer that he wasn’t the one inviting you for tea after all.

You decided to tell everyone else together. No one was surprised. Turns out your secret relationship wasn’t all that secret. They’d noticed your lingering glances and how you always sat next to each other in class. Of course they did- they were all interested in you too. At least they were losing out to a literal prince, though.

#obey me #obey me smut #diavolo swd #so very adorable i love it thank you

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