#obm drabbles

[with-love-from-hell]

Crush anon back! congrats on the 1k, you really deserve it!! \o/ for the prompts, could i request Lucifer + naked fluff please?

N 》 Naked

to be exposed, bare, unprotected, or vulnerable.

Fandom: Obey me!

Genre: Fluff, Drabble

Written for GN!Mc (you/yours)

WC: ~450

CW: Sickness, some mentions of nausea but no vomit, nudity, bathing w/ Lucifer

“Mc, darling?” 

You are just barely able open your eyes, the phlegm crusting over from your heavy sleep. The potion gifted to you from Solomon had been way stronger than Nyquil or Melatonin, but you figured just sleeping the sickness away was better than worrying any of the brothers about your condition. You weren’t really all that sure when exactly you had fallen asleep, or how long you had slept for, but the concern in Lucifer’s voice told you it may have been a bit too long. 

You groaned in response, turning over to face him. His bare fingers dusted against your forehead. Feeling how hot you were, he tutted, turning toward the tray he had brought with him to your room. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?” Lucifer cooed, bringing a chilled cup of water to your lips. 

You delicately rested your hand on his as you gulped down the water, not realizing how dehydrated you were until the cool liquid fell past your lips. 

He sighed at your lack of response, but set the empty cup back on the tray. “Come. Lets get your body temperature back down. You have a nasty fever, love.” 

You nod, but your body feeling so heavy when you attempted to get up. A wave of nausea hit you as you lifted your head, and you let it flop back down on the pillow to prevent bile from racing up from your stomach. A soft groan passed your lips, catching Lucifer’s attention. He turned back to you, worried by your stillness despite the strain in your muscles telling him you were trying your hardest to get out of bed. Without questioning you further, he gathered you in his arms carefully. His movements were calculated as he carried you effortlessly to the bathroom adjacent to your room. 

You watched from the vanity bench as he ran a hot bath with a minty-smelling tonic poured in as the basin filled. He helped peel the sweat-soaked clothing off of you, not missing how your body shivered despite the steaming heat fogging the bathroom mirrors. After ridding himself of his own clothes, he helped you into the bath, and positioned your body so you could relax against his chest. 

You sigh contently, feeling your muscles release the tension they had been holding. The lids of your eyes droop once more as you drift to sleep against Lucifer’s body, the feather-light dusting of his fingers tracing figure eights along your upper back lulling you to a peaceful slumber. 

Lucifer watches as your body begins breathing rhythmically, cherishing the trust you had in him to be in such a defenseless state amongst one of the strongest demons alive.

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[miiyochi]

୨୧ # TERRIBLE HABIT | SOLOMON

feat. solomon x gn!mc contents. suggestive ── established relationship, physical intimacy, sol is very touchy here, (very, very) light thigh riding  genre. scenario, nsfw-ish ig words. 1019 note. more solomon posting bc i can’t stop myself :)

solomon.

solomon has gained this…habit. you’re not entirely sure when or where it started. maybe it started off as a joke between the two of you that just escalated and became something between normalcy and another way for solomon to both tease and embarrass you. solomon has no shame, especially when it comes to you.

so when he taps on his thigh, you know better than to ignore him.

you wouldn’t say you and solomon are together-together. more like close friends… extremely close “friends”. sure you’ve shared a bed with him a couple of times, spent the night or had moments where feverish kisses had lead you back to his room; but you were friends. this unclear stance on your relationship is something that has always gotten on the brothers nerves. they never knew whether they should pull you away from the sorcerer or leave you be knowing full well you’d find yourself back to him one way or another.

solomon knew this and used it to his advantage. every so often sol would pull a move solely just to get under the brothers skin. some are more vocal about it, mammon and leviathan mostly. putting a hand on your waist and pulling you close and silently commemorating his victory when mammon yells at him for getting to “chummy” with you. mammon pulls you away from solomon but solomon catches the longing glance in your eyes and smirks, even with distance he’s got you in his grasp.

but solomon’s favorite moments are with lucifer. solomon knows your ticks. he knows what to do to get any reaction from you. he knows your most sensitive spots, knows exactly where to touch to make your knees buckle. you’d be in he halls of RAD with lucifer, walking out of a classroom and talking about the recent lessons. solomon was in close proximity and had picked up that you were asking for help.

“Ah, mc, there you are.” solomon calls out cheerily, not missing the slight glare lucifer shoots him for interrupting. the sorcerer pays no mind to him, snaking his hand around your waist and pulling you back to him. his other hand reaching for yours, gently clasping his hand around yours. solomon leans in close to your ear, “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” he whispers sweetly.

his breath hitting the back of your neck, feeling his body against yours was a sure fire way to get you feeling all nervous. solomon had done this plenty of times but, doing it in public…in front of lucifer of all demons, made you visibly flustered. “…I haven’t been far, sol” you reach down to the hand that's resting on your stomach and gently peel yourself from him, shamefully avoiding eye contact. 

solomon knows lucifer is watching. he already has an inkling lucifer knows what he’s doing but does so anyway. “I heard you needed help on one of the lessons? you know, I’ve spent a good amount of time studying the very subject years prior. I can help.”

“there’s no need for that, solomon” lucifer cuts in. his voice filled with contempt for the sorcerer. ‘so he finally decides to talk, hm?’ solomon thinks, smiling in knowing that he’s figuratively inches deep in lucifer’s skin. honestly, it never took much for solomon to get on his nerves and yet, whenever you’re involved lucifer is more visibly annoyed. 

“oh? you’d think you’d be a better teacher than me, lucifer ?” a slight hint of playfulness is laced within solomon’s words. he only means half of what he says. 

“well mc, after you come back from the house of lamentation be sure to come back to my room. I’ll give you a more… thorough lesson that’ll make sure you won’t ever forget the subject. promise ♡.”  solomon knows it doesn’t matter if you take lucifer’s invitation to personally teach you because, solomon already knows you’d choose him at the end of the day. maybe lucifer knew that too because the harsh grip he has on his own clothes and a glare that’d normally kill any mortal unfortunate enough to be at the other end of it doesn’t go past solomon. the sorcerer merely smirks and lets you go.

yes, solomon’s terrible habit is showing off his close bond with you in ways that’ll make the others jealous that it isn’t them. 

when out in public, solomon likes to sit with you. or to phrase it correctly, likes it when you sit on his lap in public. he’d wave you over and pat his leg, inviting you to sit on his thigh. solomon likes this for two main reasons. first one being, he loves teasing you. it’s as simple as that. he’s a tease.

solomon would bounce his leg while no one was watching, causing some form of friction for you. sometimes you’d shift around trying to feel the most of it. other times you’d reach back and gently place your hand on his chest, turning around to mouth the world ‘stop’. solomon would only smile and wrap his arms around you, pulling you back onto him and letting you feel…him. the bastard would be half hard with you on his lap in public. god, he was shameless. depending on how you react, it’d only egg him on to continuously tease you more. who knows, maybe if you’re lucky he’d sneak a hand between your legs. 

“someone’s gonna notice if you keep squirming like that, my love” solomon would whisper in such a sweet and loving tone it makes your head hurt. his hands lightly ghosting and stroking your inner thigh, moving upwards. he was terrible, the worst even. 

the second reason he’d love doing this was the aforementioned one before, he loves showing off. solomon gets off on knowing he’s the only one who gets this kind of closeness with you. out of everyone, you picked him. and solomon’s a bragger, he relishes in the looks and glares of envy from the brothers who so desperately want to be in his position. solomon only shrugs it off with a smug smirk. 

he really was terrible.

thank you for reading, rbs appreciated<3   m.list

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[my-lovely-writing]

Obey Me! Lucifer with an abused teen MC.

Little notes: Haha, sorry that was a bit of a hiatus! I've been struggling with, well...life. You know how it is. But I'm back because I have fictional person brain rot. If you don't want to see anything besides my hero/villain stuff, feel free to blacklist the obey me tags.

Also, I'm kinda new to the obey me! fandom, so I'm sorry if the characters are a bit off. I won't be writing about some of them until I've learned more about them.

With that said, if you have any triggers, please check the tw tags before clicking below. This is about an MC who's been abused.

Lucifer

Lucifer found it a bit strange how quickly you took to him.

He makes you do your homework before class tomorrow? No complaints. He reminds you of bedtime (which you have because nobody's allowed to stay up later than Lucifer in the house of lamentation due to the fact that there may not be one left by morning)? "Okay, no problem! I can study TSL later." (Still trying to hang out with Levi, are you?) If anything, you seem grateful for his overbearing tendencies.

Really, with the chaos of his brothers, he's a little bit weirded out by how much trouble you don't cause. Maybe you're just scared of the demons?

Yeah, that has to be it. Works for him.

Except...it doesn't.

Not when he comes in screaming at Mammon for yet another failing grade and you start trembling, face pale and legs locked from your place on the couch, as if you don't quite know whether to freeze or run.

Dammit, he needs to take care of this lest the angels see you as a hostage and another celestial war is started. Besides, Diavolo doesn't want the human exchange student terrified, he's trying to foster relations.

So, for once, Lucifer forgoes stringing Mammon up from the ceiling, much to everyone's surprise (and your and his shared relief) and instead stalks off to his office to calm down with his favorite cursed records.

Later that night, when he's sending everyone to bed, he saves you for last. "MC, please follow me to my office."

His tone is gentle, reassuring even, but you know better than to mistake it for a request. Your mind races as you follow him on shaky legs. What have you done now? Idiot!

When you reach his office, Lucifer gestures for you to sit in the armchair across from his desk. It's surprisingly comfortable as you sink into it, but you can't help feeling like you're being swallowed up. Is he going to eat you?

As he sits in the chair across from you, it doesn't seem like it. Yet.

"How are you adjusting to life in The Devildom?"

You can't figure out his game here. His face reveals little, but you get the sense that he's asking a question without asking it.

"I'm adjusting," you say simply, expecting him to drop it at that. You're just a mortal, after all.

"I asked how you are adjusting," he counters. "It must be a big shift for you."

Really, it must be, he had realized earlier in the confines of his office—he and his brothers struggled enough after the fall, but you, in your human ways, had not even realized the existence of magic or god before coming here, and now you're surrounded by demons? Not to mention that you're still a child. Lucifer doesn't like to curse, usually finding such foul language beneath him, but he doesn't know what to call it other than a mindfuck.

The Avatar of Pride's efforts to push away the tinge of guilt that accompanied said realization have been in vain. He and his brothers haven't exactly been nice to you, have they?

He's long decided to help you adjust, if only to get rid of this stubborn and unbecoming guilt, but he can't exactly do that if you won't tell him what's wrong and you're just staring at him like a gaping fish, so he doubles down. "Are you experiencing any difficulties, MC?"

Fuck, fuck, fuck—if your mind was racing before, it's moving so quickly now that it's burning into ashes that, somehow, through the magic you've just learned exists, are blown away by the wind to spell those three words.

"MC?" Lucifer repeats your name, eyes widening in that half a millimeter of concern Diavolo talks about (referencing that one chat, I forget the actual measurement and I know his eyes technically widened in surprise, but give me a break) . Is this a human thing? No demons he knows of are this...weak. It's an active effort for him to restrain his judgement as he raises his eyebrows at you which, finally, seems to prompt a response.

"P-please, I'm sorry, I'll do better! I'm sorry for whatever I did. I w-won't do it again, don't eat me!"

Well...

Suddenly he feels like an ass for judging you. Just what ideas has Mammon been putting into your head? You look like you've seen your own ghost. And again, he reminds himself, you are a weak and defenseless human child in a world of demons.

"Nobody, not even Beel, is going to eat you. As our human exchange student, I won't allow you to die before the year closes," he says, lips pulling into a frown, studying you more intently now and watching the way you squirm as he looks at you, back ramrod straight against the armchair. What is going on with you? "Why do you believe that I would eat you?"

"I, uh..." Okay, so you don't think he'll eat you, but it's never good when an adult looks at you like that. "I don't know, you seemed upset earlier and now I've been called in here, so I thought I might have screwed up somehow—not, like, arson or anything, but I thought...I thought you'd find something."

"You thought I'd find something?" Lucifer stresses the word.

"...Yes?" you say with all the hesitance of someone on death row confessing to a crime. You swear you see Lucifer's eye twitch for just a split second.

Meanwhile, Lucifer's got it. At first, he didn't really pay all that much mind when Diavolo mentioned that you come from "troubled circumstances", mostly hoping that you wouldn't be just as troubled and therefore troubling yourself, but he's starting to see that you are—just in a different way than the others.

Of course, he doesn't outright mention or address the clues he's just put together—The Avatar of Pride can tell better than anyone that you're hiding your past as well as you can, which is, admittedly, not well, but he's been persuaded to humor you.

"I am not a sadist." Okay, he is, but it's better that you not know that. He continues, "I am not looking to find something to punish you for and, while there are some things I would kill you for such as threatening my brothers, Diavolo, or the Devildom, I have no intentions of causing you harm under regular circumstances. You may get an F on your math test without fearing me or any punishment I would give you, MC."

You blink as you process the words, a little bit of the fear edging out of your body. "I can?" Your voice is tentatively hopeful.

"You can," Lucifer reaffirms, shuffling his paperwork around, if only for your benefit, as tears begin to brim in your eyes. He allows you to save face. "Go to bed. You're welcome in my office if you ever need to talk."

"Thank you," you mumble to him as you hurry from the room. You don't know what this means, but you know you're not dead and that's good enough.

The next morning, Lucifer's brothers are woken up earlier and met with a stern talk about being kind to you, accompanied by the reminder that you are a child even by human standards who is adjusting to life in literal hell and the threat of them having to adjust to hell a second time over (a punishment—Lucifer's punishment is the second hell). "We're building relations with the exchange student for Diavolo," he justifies explains.

His brothers aren't terribly thrilled with the idea of cozying up to a human, but they agree because they remember how hard the fall was for them.

Asmodeus, being the most familiar and cool with humans due to his pact with Solomon and finding your fearful, doe-like nature adorable, offers to take you out clubbing—to which Lucifer reminds him of the child thing.

Fine, fine, no clubbing. He'll pamper you instead, you certainly have enough split ends to suggest you could use a haircut.

From then on out, a new rule is established where each of the brothers, Lucifer included, have to spend time with you every so often with one or more brothers spending time with you each day of the week.

Needless to say, you're confused by the sudden kindness but you soon don't mind it, finding yourself slowly warming up to them—and, much to the shock of your ruined self-esteem, they to you.

Lucifer is pleasantly surprised and secretly grateful to find that his brothers get into less trouble with you around and, eventually, even more pleasantly surprised to find that you seem almost normal around them. You no longer eat in silence at the dinner table, refuse to meet their eyes, or cower like a puppy used to getting kicked when they raise their voices at each other (everyone has learned not to raise their voice at you, even Satan).

It's not long before Lucifer is calling you his best behaved child sibling. He even goes so far as to have everyone retake the family photo with you in it.

Is there any way he can turn you into a demon? He'd like you to be his child sibling for forever, and humans die far too quickly. As far as Lucifer's concerned, Satan has something new to research.

And it's not as though you don't seem to have some level of darkness in you. Just the other day you heard screams coming from the lower levels of Lord Diavolo's castle and followed them in spite of your fear, kind heart wanting to aid whoever was suffering.

According to Barbatos, you didn't even flinch when you found him torturing your parents, pliers still gripped around one of your dad's bloody fingernails.

Hell, you even asked to join in! (How Barbatos responded to that, I'll let you all imagine lol)

Also, Lucifer will never admit it, but he's quite possibly never felt more pride than the time you, Satan, and Belphie pranked him with a whoopie cushion on his desk chair. Normally he would have beat his brothers with it, but he could tell from the less than ideal invisibility cloak over the object that you were involved and hid a smile from prying eyes as he sat on what felt like his throne despite the ensuing fart noises.

And that's how his family of seven became eight once again.

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[abberant-butler]

"Would ya love me if I was a worm?"

Mammon's voice rose up from the small table set at the side of the palace kitchen. His feet were on the table and he had pushed the chair back onto two legs. He knew it agitated the butler but was currently looking for attention, positive or otherwise. Barbatos, wearing an apron with his sleeves rolled up, preparing one dinner for Diavolo and another for himself and Mammon, was trying not to be upset at the frivolous question. Why would Mammon be a worm? Or anything other than, well, Mammon. When he had a moment to look over to the other demon, he saw that the avatar was staring intently at his phone. Ah, Barbatos realized. This was not a literal question.

Taking a deep breath and draining the small potatoes, Barbatos tried not to pay any extra attention to Mammon as he spoke. "Yes. I would find you a lovely gold pot, and make sure the soil was moist and rich for you. Perhaps plant something small so that you can enjoy the roots. ... If that is a thing worms enjoy."

Mammon was quiet. Barbatos looked over from the corner of his eye as he snapped off the ends of the green beans. Once again the avatar was buried in his phone, his thumb scrolling far too fast for him to actually be looking at anything.

"Would ya love me if I was a rat?"

Barbatos froze at the word as he closed the oven. This time when he looked over to Mammon, the other was looking back. His face was surprisingly serious, though when the butler failed to respond after what Mammon deemed was 'too long' he tried to cover it up with a laugh and a wave of his hand. "Just kiddin', I'm just kiddin'. I dunno why I'd even be a- one a those."

Barbatos lowered the heat on the fish, giving him a little extra time. A quick wash of his hands before he came over to the table. Mammon immediately went to take his feet off, no longer wanting to be chastised for it and being such an annoyance while Barbatos was trying to work. However he pushed off just a little too quickly and was about to be flat on the floor. If not for the purple painted hand that caught him, of course. With a swift motion Barbatos had saved Mammon from going backwards, and turned the chair out to face the kitchen. Then, he invited himself down across the other's lap, and placed his hands on either side of Mammon's face. Mammon was already red from nose to ears.

Brushing his thumbs gently back and forth, Barbatos kissed Mammon's forehead. "Yes. I would love you. Even if you were a rat."

Mammon couldn't make much of a response. Stuttering something between a thanks and an apology.

Barbatos kissed the other demon's nose. "Please don't ask me to think more on that, though. I much prefer you the way you are now."

#om barbatos #obey me #om mammon #barbatos x mammon #drabble #💕 fluff #i wasn't late to this trend i just forgot to post this ahahaha #obey me shall we date #obmswd #obm nightbringer

[stinkylittleanon]

Time to cry, motherfuckers

Leviathan when you come back from the past

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

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

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

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

He wants YOU.

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

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

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[aporcelainphantom]

Satan Drabble No warnings, just sweetness

~Remembers all the small things about you, things you would never expect. Your coffee order, your backup coffee order. Your favorite teas. What scents you like and dislike. What your favorite brand of pen is. He remembers it all.

~After working for centuries on keeping himself calm, will always be able to help you calm down. The best drinks, what the softest spot and fluffiest blankets in HOL are, little massages to make it all feel better.

~he’s fantastic at cooking and baking and will always try to make your favorites when he can. Brings healthy and tasty snacks when you’re studying together.

~Is an absolute gentleman. Always carries your bag, opens doors for you, pulls out your seat, will even pick you up and carry you over puddles or wherever needed if your feet start to hurt

~Can and will use his limitless connections to get you anything you could desire. Miss a human world food? He’s getting it for you. Spot someone wearing the most exquisite necklace? You’re getting one as well.

~He's basically an expert in controlling his emotions at this point, so you can count on him taking the time to rethink any arguments that sprout up, and when he's in the wrong, he'll absolutely admit it.

~The Devildom's sweetheart tbh

#obey me #obey me satan #Satan Drabble #obm Satan #om! satan #obey me shall we date

[vernith]

# (i'm having a blast on honkai impact!MC tbh lmao). cw; fem!MC implied (usage of she/her pronouns, "the girl"). excessive hatred (to characters). Gaslighting (to characters). May be delusional (MC).Detailed description of death and torture. Spoiler for lesson 16 in OBM!SWD?. Minor spoiler for Honkai Impact 2rd manga 'n game (previous era). MC is based off of RIN of previous era in honkai. This drabble includes small changes of RIN and obey me! Storyline by me. Drabble written in third pov. Non-proofread.

RIN!MC, who first arrived in devildom was confused and scared; though she barely showed it.

RIN!MC, who miss her family more and more as time progresses. Although she have her demon companions in devildom; she missed her family more than anything.

RIN!MC, she who feel lonely even with the company of her friends in devildom. She who missed her big Sister the most.

RIN!MC, who was strangled until death by Belphegor, thrown from the stairs by his hands.

RIN!MC, who heard Mammon's wailing, Satan's curses, and most importantly, Belphegor's laughter of rejoice.

The girl saw nothing. It was dark.

But she heard everything

She heard his laughters. his mockery. his amusement towards his own brothers reaction of what he have done.

She doesn't understand.

..Why? What have she done to deserve this? She just wants to go back to the human realm and meet her sister again, is it so hard?

She doesn't understand why.. why he would kill her without a second thought.

Then, light consumes her vision, the noises fades as she heard a woman's voice.

The woman spoke. But every words that was spoken fell into deaf ears.

She has yet to process everything. And the moment she does, the only words that she could mutter was; "shut up."

And then, her vision came back again. She's.. alive? She's standing somewhere in the hallway of the House of Lamentation.

The girl immediately bolted to the place where the murder- her murder happened.

The moment she arrived there, her gaze fell onto the corpse that is laying in Mammon's arm. And finally, her hands were given the ability to tremble in inner resentment.

That was her body. That is her body.

Her eyes widen, all noise fell into a cacophony.

She can't hear their shouts of confusion and relief. Belphegor's shouts of confusion and anger. She can't hear their voices.

The only voices that she could hear are those blaming them, those that urge her to get revenge, to pay-back.

This is their fault.

This happened because of their fault.

She was dragged into their family conflict, even though she never wished to.

She was taken away against her will from her home, to be here in hell, devildom.

This is barbatos's fault for assigning her to go back into time.

This is lucifer's fault for imprisoning belphegor into the attic.

This is Diavolo's fault for trying to change universe's way. Diavolo's fault for taking Belphegor away in the first timeline.

It was all their fault.

Her vision blackened. Their faces was no more. The only clear face that she could recognize was.. belphegor's.

All this time, she was unconsciously clenching her fists.

So hard, that her nails dig deep into her skin; tearing it and drawing blood as the red liquid drip steadily onto the floor.

Her breath quickened and she stapped back, away from the demons. Away from her murderer.

The brothers who were about to approach her froze and try to call out to her, concerned, shocked and confused by it all.

"[MC]? [MC]!? are you alright?!"

"Oi! What's wrong with ya?!"

"[MC]?!"

"[MC]!?!!"

No answer. All that they shouted is useless.

Her hands shakily reach up to her hair, clawing on it as she heard cacophonies of whispers, deafening everything else around her.

"You won't be letting his actions go unjudged, right? You have to teach him that actions have consequences."

"You want to pluck out his tongue for decieving you, using you, and laughing at you, Right? You want to rip out his hands and tore off his flesh, burn his bones until nothing is left for he has killed you with them, right?"

"You want to claw out that purple eyes of his for he has even dare to look at you with such mockery, right?"

"You want to tie that tail of his into himself right? Binding him the way he did to you."

"You want to make him scream and cry for his life, just like how he made you do that, right?"

"Then you can, and you will."

Her back burns. And a mitsudomoe mark engraved itself with ashen flames.

The mitsudomoe of corruption.

All is done, all is unwell.

Fate have revealed itself; and the girl's fate was inevitable. To be a vessel for the Higokumaru.

For the Herrscher of Corruption.

For her burning hatred.

And for what happens next was all a blur to her. raging flames of hatred and resentment consumed her being; devouring her surroundings as the nine-tailed fox, the herrscher of corruption awakens after milleniums of slumber within the black box.

#obey me #obey me x reader #honkai impact #obey me belphegor #obey me au #obey me angst #honkai impact RIN #obey me mc #spoiler: mc ends up dead lmao (sealed within the black box) #pls i still feel so bad for rin #verniwrite

[danieyells]

I wrote this lil drabble like. Two years ago, back when I was still in the ObM fandom. Turns out I never posted it! I think it's kinda cute/silly and decent, and one of the ObM twitters mentioned the first time Satan encountered a cat, so. Here's a silly story. I don't remember how long ago it was, so canon compliance is virtually non-existent, because I bet I wrote it before I'd read a lot of Devilgrams/they released parts of the story that reveal early stuff.

Tl;dr, here's an old drabble for a fandom I'm no longer in where Satan meets a cat for what's likely the first time.

Lucifer had visited the Devildom on his own time two or three times since the incident his Father had him attend a meeting with the Prince in his place. They'd hit it off quite well and the Archangel found himself asking more and more questions every time he left. This wasn't a bad thing, he found. In fact, the introspection was new and curious. . .but enjoyable. For a demon--no, not for, not despite, but because of it--as a demon, Diavolo had more thoughts and knowledge and awareness of the world than Lucifer had considered there to be. Father had taught them of a black and white world, a good and evil world, when it came to their two opposing kinds. But Diavolo spoke of one of grays, of peace, of unity and progress. One his father had never had them consider.

It made Lucifer think too.

He felt almost like he'd never been allowed to do so before when he did.

But this was only partly about that. No, this wasn't about Diavolo, but in something Diavolo. . .gave him. Or perhaps awakened in him.

Something rude and noisy and hostile, though it started as pouty, grumbly, growly, and huffy.

When Lucifer confessed these negative feelings, his father said they were demonic influence. They weren't allowed in his house. They were bad, designed to make him doubt and hate. They were the enemy.

And so he named them Enemy.

The Enemy started off a question and a feeling of displeasure. The Enemy gradually became a whisper, a growl, a feeling of heat in his head and his heart. More questions, more whispers, then words and scratches, and demands and advice. A feeling, but so strong he had to recognize it as a coexistence.

Because Lucifer was curious. It had something new to say and observations to make. It pointed out things he'd never noticed before. Things that he wasn't sure he liked. (Things he was later certain he disliked.)

The Enemy said to keep it a secret for now. To keep it from Michael, from Mammon, from Asmodeus, Lilith, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Leviathan, even Diavolo.

And especially from Father.

The Enemy lived within him. He couldn't help but fear it. He couldn't help but fear that he couldn't pray it to silence.

Good, said The Enemy. Be afraid, said The Enemy. See how what you knew was all a lie. And as you see and come to know the truth, you won't have anything to fear. We are stronger than the lies. The Enemy told him so.

And he found himself with less fear in his heart and more of something else.

The Enemy called it anger. But Lucifer said it was stronger than mere anger.

Good, said The Enemy. You're learning.

And so they called this feeling in their heart "Wrath".

And The Enemy was louder and stronger when they felt it.

At first only wrath made The Enemy speak. Rarely did it raise its voice for anything else.

But it began to find wrath, even wrath that Lucifer did not feel. Sometimes he felt it when he noticed it. Sometimes he was confused.

There was no reason to push the angels so hard in training. There was no reason to be mad at his brothers and sister for being themaelves, not usually, not to the violent degree that The Enemy wanted him to express.

But all of this is a subject for another day. All of this was not what was happening today. For today Lucifer learned something new about his Enemy.

An outlet could silence the voice and cool down the feeling. Sometimes reason could, and once upon a time so could prayer. But today it was relentless, suddenly and unexpectedly.

'Cat.'

Cat?

There was a cat. Peacefully lounging in the light of the Celestial Sun was a little length of fur and downy wings in the form of an angelic cat. Innocent and minding its own business, it opened clear blue eyes to gaze at the Archangel.

'Cat.'

There were no strays in Father's realm. All creatures, though not all in His image, were His children. The cat felt safe and calm and at peace here. It gave a slow blink of trust, as cats did.

'Cat!!!!!'

Lucifer felt dizzy, The Enemy suddenly burning hot within him. Was it angry? Why? The cat did nothing, wasn't in the way, hadn't made a sound--certainly sometimes The Enemy flew into a rage over a mere existence, but truly the animal was innocent!

Afraid for what was truly something that had done no harm and deserved no trouble, Lucifer began to veer away from it, to avoid it.

The Enemy went ballistic.

'No! You fool! The cat!! The CAT!!!!'

'The cat isn't bothering us. We don't need to bother the cat.'

'Grab the cat, Lucifer. Get the cat!'

'No!' He almost said it aloud, clenching fists to resist what felt like an attempt at seizing control when he began to avoid it. 'You'll do something horrid to it! It wouldn't be the first time! We're leaving the cat alone!'

Not unlike a spoled child being carried away from the candy aisle, the screeching of The Enemy felt as though it could be heard for miles. Usually The Enemy had some sort of reason for things. It was surprisingly, well, reasonable for something that seemed to only feel rage. But this was. . .clawing and wanting for no reason whatsoever. It was more intense than any wrath they'd felt so far.

It was unbearable. Painful, even.

"Alright already!" Lucifer snapped before he clammed up, realizing he'd responded to his internal companion aloud. As he turned around to approach the now confused and somewhat startled feline, he checked his surroundings. Nobody seems to have had heard his cry. Good. 'Fine! We can see the cat! I have enough self control not to let you have your way if you try something. . .unacceptable again.'

The burning calmed down. He could breathe easily again. Taking careful breaths for both if their sakes, Lucifer knelt down beside the cat who had risen to approach him in concern.

'Pet the cat.' The Enemy ordered with a shocking calm. The cat meowed in a friendly and reassuring manner, rubbing against their legs. 'Pet it, Lucifer.'

"I am, I am. . . ." He muttered, reaching for it with uncertainty. It bounced up on its hind legs, little wings fluttering behind it, meeting their hand as they stroked it gently and rubbed its ears. The cat purred and Lucifer sighed, feeling the heat of The Enemy cool. "Happy now?"

Silence.

Lucifer kept petting the cat in confusion, running a large hand down its back and rubbing the bases of its wings.

"Enemy?"

A silence he hadn't heard in a few hundred--maybe even a thousand years. In fact, the heat had fallen away to nearly nothing. He felt. . .at peace. He wasn't even sure he felt The Enemy at all.

It felt like the cat's purring echoed in his head. When it placed a little paw against his chest he wrapped an arm under its rear and scooped it up.

He felt lonely inside his own head. Empty almost. The sudden absence of The Enemy was jarring.

He pet the cat as he carried it home with him, looking around as though expecting to see that part of him outside the confines of his being, though he didn't know what to look for.

His siblings were happy to see him home, worried about his lateness when he'd not said anything about other plans, but were quickly distracted by the offering of a furry friend to play with so long as they stayed outside with it.

The rest of the day, The Enemy was silent and calm.

Aside from that Lucifer felt prompted to give the cat a little wave as Lilith took it to bring out to the garden to give attention alongside her older brothers, whispering to it, "Goodbye. . . ."

A few hundred years later, Lucifer had a particularly bad day with the angel trainees. They were practically steaming. He stormed into Father's house with his report for the day, slamming it onto the desk where the other Archangels were discussing their own days with their subordinates. Lucifer'd been getting more and more quick-tempered lately, his anger lasting more, but they had dismissed it or hushed his concerns that there were perhaps concerns at all. Nonetheless, the head Archangel's wrath was still shocking and noticeable, but before any of them could ask what was wrong, he snapped at Michael, gripping his upper arms a little too tight for comfort,

"Michael, I need you to direct me to the nearest cat, immediately."

He had to admit, some ten thousand years later, Diavolo holding the recently born, newly separated Enemy--now simply Satan--as Lucifer looked at the little welcome gift he'd been given,

He'd started getting tired of cats.

"He's small now," Diavolo admitted, petting the curious rage ball that was Lucifer's 'son,' "But he'll be a great guard for your brothers when he grows up! Or, at least, your home and the Grimoire--I can tell you won't need much defending once you get settled as demons."

The little three-headed puppy was small enough to fit in his pocket(though he had rather large pockets, admittedly) but it was an eagerly welcome gift and a welcome change from his having to seek out cats to relax Satan when they were one. Satan had no problem with other animals but cats were what he cared for most. And having the 'opposing' mammal was somehow very soothing, though he didn't show how odd it felt to no longer be. . .carrying his child? Overwhelmed by Wrath.

"He's perfect." Lucifer gently scooped the puppy up and it panted excitedly. In Diavolo's hold, Satan huffed and lashed his tail, cheeks puffy and claws pressed against Diavolo's strong arms making him laugh. "I'll name him. . .Cerberus."

"Pbbbbbpp!!!!" Satan slapped his little limbs against Diavolo. 'Cerberus? Really? You're naming your dog Spot?'

Or, that's what Lucifer thought would be coming into his head if Satan were still able to share his thoughts that way. Unaccustomed to his new physical form, he couldn't do much in terms of communication for now. He couldn't even walk, so far. He was, for all intents but spiritual and magical, a baby. He could only hope it'd give them time to teach him to be something besides a living negative emotion.

"Is something wrong, Satan? Are you jealous that I named him, but Grandpa named you?" He teased, holding the little demon puppy to the demon baby, watching the more socialized creature lick his personified feelings. Satan at least had already learned not to hit and made a. . .less upset noise than Lucifer anticipated, growling at Lucifer. When the former Archangel leaned in to kiss the child's head, he flinched back in amusement when a pair of clawed hands went straight for him, sharp teeth bared hostilely with a hiss.

"Perhaps he needs more time. I can take care of one--or both--for now, give you time to get settled--"

"There's no need, My Lord." Lucifer insisted, pocketing the puppy and taking Satan into his arms despite that he immediately began to growl, bite, claw, and whip with his tail against him. "I understand I'll have many responsibilities. The sooner I learn to endure them the better."

"If you insist. But I'm always here for you all if you need me. And I'd love to spend some alone time with Satan! He's mine, too, after all!"

Diavolo laughed and grinned at the shy and somewhat annoyed look Lucifer gave him, mirrored almost exactly by Satan. He truly was his wrathful. . .child-clone.

"Mine as in one of my people! But we don't have the familial associations angels do. So it isn't strange if you want to consider me his fathe--"

"Thank you for the gift, Lord Diavolo." He flushed and turned away sharply. Enough of that. "I'll keep it in mind in case of an emergency. But I assure you I'll be a model right hand man and take everything into my own hands. You're busy enough as it is and have already done us enough of a kindness."

He looked to the baby in his hold, writhing and whining.

"You've given me everything. I won't let you down. I'll make sure you don't regret it." A nod, as he departed, bouncing the agitated Satan in his arms. "Say goodbye, Satan."

Satan took in a sharp breath. Rather than make any noise that sounded like a goodbye, he simply screeched and flailed his arms back in the direction they came, startling Lucifer and making Cerberus bark in alarm. Did he want to stay? He'd made Lucifer his rage focus after the Fall, and Lucifer didn't want to admit how lonely it sounded, the idea that perhaps Satan. . .didn't want to be with him. Hated him. (In fact, it was downright anxiety-inducing--but anxiety was a demonic oddity he was still growing used to.)

Or perhaps, based on the soft chuckle of the steward who'd arrived to see them off, Satan had climbed and clawed his way to be able to see behind them and flail his little arms in order to attempt to be given the demonic housecat that Barbatos had carried with him, having had pulled it from someplace it didn't belong in its mousing. Diavolo laughed as well, and the familiar feeling made Lucifer feel less like he'd lost himself, knowing where he was. "You'll have your hands full with Cerberus. Please, if only for the evening."

Seeing Satan's familiar peacefulness, now on a chubby baby face and not disrupting his own feelings due to their connection somehow made Lucifer feel a little okay about it all again. Soft little fingers rubbed the castle cat with expert care and gentleness, petting the familiar, and Lucifer frowned for a moment before nodding and relenting with a sigh. "For the evening."

"Yay!!!" Diavolo scooped Satan up, and, aside from a noise with his mouth, the newform was more concerned by the cat. "Isn't that wonderful, Satan? You get to play with our cats a little longer?"

Satan did a perfect rendition of a cat's meow, purring loudly and contentedly.

The happy quiet was comfortable and reassuring when Satan was no longer a voice in his head. The loneliness felt bearable, knowing he was content. And he had five brothers at home and a new dog to worry over.

He and Satan had been one for well over ten thousand years. Inseparable. In a way, Satan saved them all.

Having had come into being as his 'Enemy,' he'd become something like a precious ally when he was born.

Perhaps they could use some time apart.

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[asmo-cosmetics]

Hii do you have an AO3 account? Nothing's showing up when I search for it but I'd really love to read your work 🥹

i do! i need to remember to put my work on there, i usually just post my obm fic on tumblr, which is how i unfortunately lost a couple of fics when i nuked my old account.

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[with-love-from-hell]

Please write healed self harm scars with mammon and they/them mc

You probably haves lots of requests so please put this one off or don't do it if you needદᵕ̈૩

Scars

Fandom: Obey Me

Genre: Comfort, one shot

Written for a GN!Mc (you/your pronouns used)

WC: 1.5k

CW: mentions of self-harm via cutting (not current, referring to the past), Scaring as a result of self-harm (arms and thighs), depictions of burns from hot grease, MC is written as shorter than Mammon, slight implication of romance between MC and Mammon

“O-Oi! Human!” 

You look over their shoulder to see Mammon jogging into the kitchen where you were trying to focus on cooking dinner. He looked panicked, and held a small box under his jacket that he was clearly trying to hide. He appeared to be out of breath, trying to hold back his gasps for air. 

“What’s up?” You flashed him a quick smile before reluctantly turning your attention back to the burner. Lucifer had warned you about keeping a close eye on the ingredients for tonight's meal while sautéing them, as the Shadow Hog filets tend to spit back a lot of hot grease if the flame’s on the stove aren't low enough. 

Mammon shifted his weight nervously before attempting to speak. His cheeks were red with a mixture of nervousness and embarrassment. “Well, I know that around the time of your birthday, I wasn’t able to get’cha somethin’ ‘cuz I didn’t have the money...but I got ya somethin’ now! So here!” 

You turn just in time for Mammon to shove the box in your direction, unintentionally pushing you back into the handle of the pan. The pan dropped to the floor with a clatter, but not before splashing hot grease all over your abdomen in the process. You shrieked, immediately ripping the apron off of you and trying to shed your shirt before the fabric fused to your skin. 

In a panic, Mammon desperately tried to help by grabbing the spray hose to the sink. He didn’t even hear your “wait!” before spraying you with cold water, causing you to shriek once more. You pleaded for Mammon to stop spraying the frigid water at you, but he only listened when Lucifer burst in from the dining room. The eldest brother sent you to your room to tend to your wounds from the burns, instructing Mammon to clean up the mess made from his clumsiness. 

Well, he only got a few minutes into mopping before his eyes fell to the soaked box on the floor. Deciding the clean-up could wait, he snatched the box and followed you back up to your room. 

After all, he was your first man. He should make sure you’re okay...even if he was the cause of it. 

Mammon entered your room without knocking, as usual, but regretted it instantly when he saw you in your underwear in front of the full length mirror. You were putting ointment on the fresh burns that littered your skin. The splotches decorated your lower tummy, upper thighs, and the back of your left hand and arm in almost a Dalmatian-like pattern. 

But those weren’t the only marks that littered your skin. 

No...tons of what appeared to be scratches- well, at least that’s what the scars looked to be like now; he assumed they had been worse-looking in the past. Some of them were fadded, others were darker, but the pattern was just as sporadic around your legs and forearms, just as the burns had been. He realized in this moment that this was the first time he’d seen you without long sleeves or long pants on, and the exposure felt...well...wrong. 

He felt a twinge of guilt fester in his chest seeing the fresh tears dotting the corners of your eyes as you caught his glance in the mirror- probably from the pain of the burns. He averted his gaze, but the damage was done. His mind raced with what caused those scars- and in that amount. Somewhere in his mind, he knew you had done them to yourself, but he wanted to believe that maybe you just owned a particularly mean cat during childhood...yeah...or...or maybe you walked into some sharp, long grass by accident, or...

“Mams?” 

Mammon glanced up, seeing you facing him now. He tensed, taking a step backwards away from you. The action seemed to confuse you at first, but you remembered how he acted similarly during the night Lucifer had attacked you all those months ago. It was as if he was afraid he’d hurt you. 

You approached him cautiously, gently brushing your fingers on his arm when you stopped in front of him. “Mammon? What’s wrong?” 

He swallowed hard, forcing his gaze back to yours. “I- um...I...” He paused, not sure how to address what he had seen. 

You tilt your head, squeezing his arm gently in concern. “Hey, It’s OK! I know you didn’t mean it. It was just an accident!I’m gonna be alright- see?” 

You point to your abdomen with your other arm, the marks already fading into scars thanks to the healing ointment infused with magic. All Mammon’s eyes could focus on at were the scars on your arm, his stare lingering to the point where you finally noticed he wasn't looking at the burns. You felt your chest squeeze in nervousness, finally realizing that your carefully concealed scars were wide open for his viewing.

“Oh...that.” You bite the inside of your cheek and look away for a moment. 

“What...what did ya do?” He muttered sadly, his eyes still locked on your arm. 

“Well...” You start, trying to find where to begin. “There was a time in my life where I was feeling pretty bad about...well...everything. So I turned to...hurting myself, I guess.” 

Mammon nodded, but you weren’t quite sure if he had heard what you said. 

“I don’t do it anymore.” You added, nervously filling the silence. “I haven’t in a long time.”

“I just don’t get it.” Mammon murmurs after a moment, finally tearing his gaze away from your arms and looking deep into your eyes. “Why would ya do somethin’ like that?” 

“I...I just didn’t really know what else to do at the time.” Your voice quivers slightly as your brain trails back to the place you had been at during your self harm episodes. “I just...couldn’t feel my emotions, and I didn’t like myself very much.” 

Mammon nods, understanding what you meant. He couldn’t relate to thought’s of hurting yourself, but he would often drown his emotions in his gambling, and he often felt inadequate in comparison to his brothers. 

You both sat quietly for a moment, just staring at each other. 

“MAMMOONNNNNNN?” Lucifer’s booming voice from downstairs jolted you both out of your thoughts. Mammon returned downstairs with his tail between his legs, eager to begin cleaning again escape the awkward situation he had created with you. You trotted down fully clothed shortly thereafter. 

The two of you went about your own activities in silence for a moment- you going about re-preparing dinner, and Mammon cleaning up the excess water on the floor. After a while, the tension slipped away, and you both were laughing and joking like normal again. Throughout dinner the vibe stayed the same with the brothers- anyone looking in wouldn’t see anything wrong. But Mammon still held a bit of worry for you deep in his heart, and he wasn’t sure how to express it. It wasn’t until after dinner when he had offered to help you clear the table and do dishes that he finally decided to speak his mind. 

“Uh...Mc...About earlier...” He began, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously. “I’m sorry for askin’ ya all that stuff. Ya probably didn’t wanna talk ‘bout it.” 

“No, it’s OK,” you smile weakly. “I hadn’t told anyone here yet, and it feels kind of nice to have someone else know, I suppose.” 

Mammon nods in agreement, mulling over his next move as you finish rinsing the final dish.

“Oh...” He quickly dries his hands on his shirt and takes out the box from his back pocket. He hands it to you carefully as you dry your hands, a pink blush dusting his cheeks. As you take it from him and open it, he continues his thought. “...Just for the record, I think there’s a lot to like about ya...So don’t go sayin’ that you don’t like yourself again, ya hear? Or I’ll be forced to write ya a list of things- and I would die of exhaustion with how many things would be on that list, a-alright?!” 

He tries to sound as if he’s joking, but his nervous stammering and blushed face let you see right through him. As you finally get the soggy box open, you are greeted with a small, black leather bracelet with a few charms dangling from it. One is of a crow, the other is of a Grimm, and the third is a tag with  “#1″ etched into both sides. You smile warmly, slipping the bracelet on with ease. 

“Thank you, Mammon. I love it.”  Before he could react, you bounce onto the tips of your toes and plant a quick kiss on Mammon’s cheek.  He blinks back his shock, his cheeks turning a deep red. You giggle in response and turn to leave. 

“H-hey!” He stutters, gripping your wrist in his hand. He pulls you back to face him, unintentionally bringing your body flush against his. His thin fingers press into the flesh of your hips gently as he leans down. His breath was shaky and his voice at a volume barely above a whisper, tickling your ears as he mumbled into them. “I mean it, ya hear? I...I care about you, Mc. I hope ya know that.” 

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[miiyochi]

୨୧ # BORED

feat. solomon x gn!mc contents. fluff, vaguely takes place in original obey me timeline, solomons your teacher!, light blood n leech mentions :3c genre. drabbles , fluff words. 699  note. this is basically a short conversation you have w/ solomon :) it's currently 2am and I am going to conk out for the night

solomon. 𖦹

You're currently lying upside down on the side of Solomon’s bed, watching him scribble away on some papers you couldn’t care less about. He’s probably working on another lesson for you, but you’re too frustrated to focus on practicing magic. No, you’re feeling something worse than frustration—you're bored.

You’re bored out of your mind, and you want entertainment, attention, anything that’ll distract you from thoughts of ‘how many pens I can steal from Solomon’s desk without him noticing’.

You groan obnoxiously, hoping Sol gets the hint and puts his pen down. Solomon doesn’t, of course, he heard you, and of course, he’s purposefully paying no mind to him.

So, of course, you do it again. Groaning even louder and rolling around on his bed, kicking your feet on the bed to get your point across even more. It's childish, yes but you don't care in the slightest. pausing your movements to peek up at the desk he’s at and notice Solomon’s still writing away.

Annoying.

“Hey. heyy…. Hey geezer. Old bat,” you say, picking up a loose piece of paper off the floor and tearing off the corners to throw at him. “Pay attention to me.”

Silence.

“Sol. Solomon.” He finally stops writing, but he doesn't let the pen go. He just sits in silence, staring at the paper he was previously writing on and the stray balled-up pieces of paper now starting to collect on his desk.

“Solomonie. "Mr. Monsolo,” continuing to spew out random names you could think of, Solomon finally lets the pen drop to the desk with a deep sigh.

Solomon finally looks up at you, surprisingly, he doesn't look annoyed. It's almost as if he was expecting you to do something like this, which he isn’t. At this point, bothering him has become a hobby for you. “What can I do for you, my lovely MC?”

"I've got a question for you"

“Oh?”

“Yeah, listen up, okay?” You shift in your spot on the bed so that you’re sitting upright on your knees facing him. Sitting in silence for a moment, thinking of the next string of words coming out of your mouth: "If I were a leech, would you let me feed off you? yknow, like blood.”

Solomon smiles at that. “You want to drink my blood?” you shake your head, “not particularly no… well, I guess not currently. I’m not a leech. Or a vampire… or Asmodeus.” you whisper the last bit, though you guess he still heard you since he laughs a little.

“Is that really what you wanted to ask me?” When he sees you nod at that, Solomon sits back in his chair with a finger tapping his chin (even the way he thinks is annoying) and ponders for a moment,

"MC, there’s not a thing I wouldn’t let you do to me if you asked for it.”

The room went silent for a moment, and the atmosphere suddenly changed. You couldn’t quite place it, you don’t know exactly what kind of mood it shifted into, but you could feel the utter disgust forming on your face from that.

“Can’t you just, like, say no or something? You go along with almost everything I say.”

“You would’ve been upset if I didn’t let you suck my blood.”

“WELL-…yeah but you don't have to word it like that. I can’t tell if you’re messing with me or not.”

Solomon chuckles lightly before getting up out of his chair to meet you on the bed. He sits next to you and places his hand on top of yours.

“I mean it, MC. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you.”

Ahh, there he goes again. Solomon has a habit of getting all sentimental at the most random moments of the day. He’s so earnest and genuine that you never know what to say or do. What’s the right thing to say when someone says that to you? Especially your teacher, of all people.

“Do you always care for your students like this?”

"I've only ever had one.”

God, what's with his sudden mood shift? It’s getting harder to breathe, and he’s making it harder. His hand moves under yours to weave his fingers in between yours and squeeze them.

“There’s only one student I’ve ever cared about like this, MC.”

“Good.” You squeeze back.

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[coconutno]

I would love to see a drabble where the obm brothers house with an mc who acts similar to Tweek

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[abberant-butler]

Summoning Lucifer began as a joke. If not perhaps more to you than to him. Little every day annoyances that the eldest brother could assist you with. Reaching things from the top of the cupboard. Opening jars that you’d set the lids a little too tight on. Needing an extra pair of hands to help level off a picture you wanted to hang. There was always a task, of course. Otherwise how else could you justify interrupting him from his Very Important Work?

His early annoyance slowly turned into fond longing for your summons. It seemed childish for the Avatar of Pride to delight in texting ‘Have you found yourself any particularly stubborn jars?’ knowing that you’d find something just to see him. With you back in the human world it was always hard to work around, well, work. Both of you had a lot of it to do, and what so often felt like not enough time to do it in.

Summoning Lucifer had become a nice way to connect, and stay in touch. Sometimes, of course, it was actually necessary. With great frustration as you felt the clasp of the small silver chain fumble out of your fingers again- you called him. In a burst of blue flames and black wings, he appeared behind you in your mirror, worried that your agitation had been a more immediate threat. Seeing no jars, no tall cupboards, and no aggressors, Lucifer paused.

“MC?”

“I have to get ready and I can’t get this *fucking* thing on.” You thrust the necklace towards him in a closed fist with a growl.

“...” The demon’s face slipped into something of a chiding look. “Is it really so important to wear that you had to summon me?” This, after all, was not part of the usual game, and he was still a bit frustrated from worrying over nothing.

“Yes, it is.”

Although drawing your power up in preparation to invoke the Pact between you might have been a bit much, Lucifer was still far too fond of you to be put off. Taking off his gloves, he reached out for the necklace. Only as he held the ends of the chain in opposite hands did he recognize it. It was one of the first gifts he’d given you. Before he’d even come to terms with his feelings for you, he’d seen it in a shop window and brought it home. He wouldn’t go so far as to say it was a thoughtless gift, but it’d been far more impulsive than usual.

All this time you’d kept it. Cherished it. … Possibly thrown it across the room a few times, judging by the lingering tightness in your shoulders.

The cool skin of his knuckles brushed against the sides of your neck, the refreshing and gentle touch starting to soothe away some of the annoyance. Red nails had little trouble connecting the ends, and Lucifer’s hands ran down your neck until they rested on the middle of your shoulders. The Top Cupboard Knight now bending down to where you sat in front of the mirror, laying a set of spiraling kisses from the clasp of the necklace up your neck to your cheek, and finally the top of your head.

“There you are. Is there anything else, master?”

Your hands covered his, and his thumbs folded to stroke along the sides. “Yes,” your whisper softly drifting to his ears as you turned your face up towards him.

With a smile, Lucifer leaned down for another kiss.

#drabble #om lucifer #obey me! #obmswd #obm lucifer

[onovnii]

onovnii’s m.list directory !

a list of all my current m.lists and fandoms. 

drabble tag *

☆ obm.

obey me mlist

☆ jojo’s bizzare adventure.

parts 2-5 parts 6-8

#masterlist #important #obey me #jjba #jojos bizarre adventure #obey me headcanons #jjba headcanons

[aominehaven]

Random Imagine

𝐵𝑒𝑒𝓁𝓏𝑒𝒷𝓊𝒷 𝓍 𝑔𝓃!𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

Ｇｅｎｒｅ: Ｆｌｕｆｆ, Ｒｏｍａｎｃｅ

Ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ: ｎｏｎｅ 

Ｉ ｄｏ ｎｏｔ ｏｗｎ ｔｈｉｓ ｃｈａｒａｃｔｅｒｓ ａｎｄ ｔｈｅ ｓｔｏｒｙ ｉｓ ａｌｌ ｆｉｃｔｉｏｎａｌ ａｎｄ ｃｒｅａｔｅｄ ｉｎ ｍｙ ｗｏｎｄｅｒｆｕｌ(ｎｏｔ) ｉｍａｇｉｎａｔｉｏｎ

Imagine Beelzebub running up behind Y/n and quickly picking them up and spinning them around, setting them back down and placing Y/n's head on his chest and Beelzebub's chin now resting on their head. Before Y/n can ask what has got him in such a good mood today, he whisper, "I just realized how in love I am with you and it feels fantastic." Y/n blushed at the statement, hiding their face on their chest again, they said, "I love you too."

I apologize for not posting bcuz of school and somehow procrastinating(??). Have a nice day/night!!

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[amaya-writes]

I’m not sure if you take letter requests multiple times, but I was wondering if you could do B for mammon (or another character of your choosing). If you don’t, that’s okay! Regardless, I loved how the initial fic came out!

Part 1: Asmo and Levi Part 2: Mammon Part 3: Lucifer, Beel and Belphie

Notes: I did this seperate from the event since I wanted to write it.

Warnings: break-up themes, unrequited love/feelings, VERY harsh breakup. Seriously, don't read it if you've recently been dumped or have a sensitive heart.

Characters involved: Mammon (obey me)

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

He was doing it again. Ignoring you to divulge in one of his new money-making schemes or do his modelling shoots.

The sight of Mammon sat comfortably on his bed counting the stacks of bills around him would have usually elicited a small smile on your part, but this time you couldn't help but feel a deep-seated annoyance bloom as you finally snapped.

"Why am I even here?"

"I don't know. You're the one who came."

The way Mammon didn't even bother to look up from his money before speaking only served to worsen your annoyance, making you abandon your seat near the pool table to walk towards him.

"Seriously? What is wrong with you?"

His fingers stopped flipping through the money for a single second before once again continuing, with his pace somehow speeding up more than before.

"What is wrong with you, huh?"

You recoiled at the response, but were quick to fire back as you finally let your thoughts be known.

"It's like you don't even have time for me anymore!"

The way you practically screamed the words made the white-haired demon let out a warning growl as he threw down the stack of bills previously in his hands.

"Maybe I don't want to have time for you!"

Mammon whirled to face you as he spoke, with all traces of the loving boyfriend you knew vanishing to make room for the infamous avatar of greed you had been warned to stay away from.

"Maybe I have more important things to do than run around some stupid human! Damn you really are self-centred, aren't you?"

You couldn't help but feel the fire in you die down at his words, with your anger being replaced with the bitter tinge of sorrow that had tears pooling in your eyes.

"You don't mean that."

You sounded weak.

You sounded pathetic, docile and humane compared to his aggressive, assertive and demonic tone.

"Oh, I do. What, thought I was obsessed with you, huh?"

Mammon took a step towards you as he spoke, and then another, and another, until you found yourself taking a step backwards for every one he took forward.

"Thought that I was just some pathetic little demon boy who would chase after you?"

"I didn't-"

You felt your back hit the rough surface of his door as you spoke, making you flinch as Mammon took his last step to be up in your face.

"Oh, but you did! You loved it, didn't you? Well guess what-"

Mammon reached out one of his hands as he spoke, with the action causing you to quickly squeeze your eyes shut as yet another rivulet of tears cascaded down your face.

"-I'm done. I have better things to do than waste time with some stupid human."

His words were like a stab in your heart, but it was the click of the door being unlocked that really had you breaking down.

Mammon gave you a small once-over before turning away and returning to his bed, where he once again began to count the stack of bills around him.

You should have just left, really, you should have, but some part of you refused to admit that this was it. That the demon who had seemingly loved you, who had always pestered and cared for you since day one, just broke your heart.

"Mammon-"

He didn't even bother looking up at the sound of your croaky voice, only responding once you repeated his name again.

"Just leave, human. I said I'm done. We're done."

It was then that you finally broke, with one of your hands resting on your mouth to muffle your sobs while the other yanked open his room door for the last time.

It hurt, it really did hurt, yet through it all, you found yourself wondering whether he was right. Whether you deserved getting your heart broken after taking him for granted and thinking of him as just another strong demon who fell for the human exchange student.

You had chosen him. You had treated him as an option.

It hurt, but maybe getting your heart broken by Mammon was what you deserved after all.

#mammon obey me #obey me mammon headcanons #mammon avatar of greed #mammon x you #mammon x y/n #shall we date mammon #mammon x reader #mammon x gender neutral reader #mammon headcanon #obey me mammon #mammon hcs #mammon angst #mammon drabble #mammon imagine #mammon shall we date #mammon swd #obm #obey me x reader #obey me x you #obey me headcanons #omswd