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Wah I'm so flattered that someone would make a wholeass playlist for my fic series 🥺 not to mention one that's 5+ hours long!

Thank you so much @buzzing-arounddd 🙏 I've saved it on Spotify it so I can start listening to it 💚

I MADE ANOTHER FANFIC PLAYLIST!!!

"Studying in the House of Lamentation" by BBASLML on Ao3 ( @obeysalsaverde )

I have never consumed so many fanfics in such a short amount of time. I read all of them and got caught up in less than a week (I'm a VERY slow reader) and I just HAD to put my emotions about this series somewhere.

I explained it briefly in the playlists description, but basically the way I organized it was that I put all the songs about the main character first, after that to distinguish what group of songs belong to what character I put one of the official songs released for the character in-between each group. Example: Lucifer's official song, 8 songs that represent him, Mammon's official song, then 9 songs that represent him, etc. Then, I somewhat organized all of the songs in their respective group in order of the story (or at least the vibe of it)

I put WAY TOO MUCH effort into this, so I'm throwing this into the world for ppl to find if they want to :3

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Incorrect OBEY ME Quote inspired from that one tiktok I don't have the link of (if you know pls send me the link)

Lucifer: So did he drop you home after your date?

Mc: yeah, he did.

Lucifer: And? Did he come inside?

Mc: No? It was just the first date?

Lucifer: that's very responsible of you MC—

MC: ...so I asked him to come on my face instead

Asmo: *wheezes in the background*

Lucifer: *horrified and disgusted and disappointed, pinching the bridge of his nose* you're not allowed to spend time with asmodeus and solomon anymore.

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Grandad's Will

In the office of the lawyer for reading of the will from MC's Grandfather. The Lawyer try her best to not say anything about the only grandchild of her client having seven partners.

MC: Mammon. Wipe the drool of your face.

Mammon: Can you blame me- *Leans in to whisper* This is a shoe in! You told me that your Grandad hate your dad and Love ya. So you'll get everything.

Lucifer: Mammon...

Mammon: I'll shut up *He straight his sit but is have a cocky grin on his face*

Lawyer: *Cough* For my Belove Grandchild, I leave you all of my Possession-

Mammon: Yahooooooo!!!!

The other brothers, MC and Lawyer: ...

Mammon: Eh ha- Sorry.

Lawyer: Back to the matter in hand. That includes My Mansion-

Satan: Oh?

Lawyer: The family farm house and my collection of wine in wine cellar.

Lucifer: *Glad to heard that*

Lawyer: The Family Yacht

Levi and Asmo: Wait What!!

Lawyer: *Cough* Your late grandmother's mini observatory-

Belphie: *Eye's widen before turning to you*

MC: My grandmother love stars and my grandad build her that observatory when they where dating at the time.

Belphie: 😊

Lawyer: And Lastly, He left you all the money he save throughout his life.

MC: Really?

Lawyer: Yes *Looks at Laptop* Almost 10 Billion Dollars.

Mammon: Gah~ *tries not to faint while he gets a nose bleed*

MC: That's- I don't what to say-

Mammon: I know what to say! Thank you Grandpa Louie!!

Lawyer: Oh! He also left you his Potato chips collection of famous people.

Beelzebub: *Chewing on the chip he saw while this was all happening* Oh...

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Why They Started A Fire Headcanons

(Most to least likely to start one)

1. Diavolo - did it for the lolz

2. Solomon - he wanted to see what would happen and how people would react

3. Thirteen - it was directed at Solomon

4. Mammon - he got bored

5. Belphegor - he likes to watch the world burn

6. Asmodeus - he felt like

7. Satan - he thinks it’s entertaining, as long as it’s not near the books

8. Beelzebub - thought it’d make a nice campfire

9. Leviathan - he wanted to put it out the same way as an anime character

10. Raphael - trying to teach someone a lesson

11. Mephistopheles - no one will find out it was him

12. Barbatos - only if Diavolo asks him to

13. Simeon - he’ll start a fire if he wants to

14. Lucifer - he’ll start a fire if he needs to

15. Luke - no, fire is scary!

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Prompt 6: Pull on his tail (Satan/AFAB reader)

Way back at the start of last year, to celebrate reaching 69 followers on Twitter, I let people send me prompts for the Obey Me boys for 12 hours and then tweeted the resulting stories.

Here is story 6 of 10.

Characters: Satan/AFAB reader (they/them pronouns)

Prompt: Pull on his tail

Submitted by @Elsecrytt on Twitter.

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You know he is agitated. Why else would Satan be in demon form when he walks into the house? The glowing acid green catches your eye as you stand up from the common room couch. He doesn't even glance at you as he passes the open doorway, storming straight to his room. You distinctly hear him growl something about "Stupid Lucifer" before his door slams shut. If the house weren't reinforced with so much magic, you're certain the doorframe would have splintered.

Oh boy, he is mad. What's Lucifer done this time to make wrath boy wrathful?

Even so, you feel snubbed by his greetingless entry. Has he forgotten that he promised to spend time with you in the library before dinner? With a small huff, you follow the path to his room and knock carefully on his door. Your fist has barely hit the wood three times before the door opens, greeting you with a snarling beast of a demon.

"What do you want?!" he spits, his eyes trained above your head before he realises his mistake and steps back. "Ah, apologies, I thought you were Lucifer."

Your heart is hammering in your chest from the vicious greeting. You take a deep breath to steady yourself and notice Satan hang his head in shame.

"I didn't mean you any harm, but I know I've frightened you," he says.

He steps back again, holding the door open.

"I just wanted to see if you were okay. Wanna tell me what Lucifer did this time?"

You swallow the fear that has instilled itself in your stomach and step forward, placing your hands on his chest. Satan is taken aback by the sudden closeness so soon after his outburst.

"I . . . no, it's fine, I don't want to talk about it," he says, closing the door behind you as you step into his room. "Thank you for wanting to check on me. I'm sorry if I scared you."

You give a small shrug, stepping into his space and letting your arms gather around him. He stiffens in your hold, but you place your head against his shoulder and close your eyes, waiting. You've done this before, when he's been so angry that you could feel his magic crackling in the air around him. You smile to yourself for how quickly it works each time. He doesn't shift back out of his demon form, but the way he relaxes into you makes you smile quietly to yourself.

When his forehead rests against the crown of your head, gently bumping you with his horns, you open your eyes and smile up at him.

"Better?" you ask.

Satan nods his head once.

"You often have that effect on me," he says, a soft smile on his lips. "Thank you." He lowers his mouth to yours, sealing them together with a kiss. "You always take care of me when I don't deserve it."

You hum against his lips, feeling content. Out of habit, you press yourself closer to Satan, your torso flush with his. You pull away from the kiss for a moment, looking up at him with hooded eyes.

"I can think of more ways to take care of you," you say, a suggestion thickening your voice.

It turns Satan's cheeks pink.

Your hands creep beneath his shirt as he processes your suggestion.

"Oh? And what did you have in mind?"

There's a smirk on his lips. You kiss the corner of his mouth as your hands map out his skin. He jolts subtly when you brush against the base of his tail. A wicked thought creeps into your mind as you lean up to kiss the shell of his ear.

"I think you know what I mean," you whisper to him, softly enough to make the hairs on his arms stand on end.

Before you can talk yourself out of it, you wrap your hand around his tail and pull.

A guttural groan spills from his lips immediately, and Satan's forehead falls to your shoulder, his hands jumping firmly to your hips. You hold your breath, a hand still wrapped around his tail. The air around you crackles with a different kind of energy than when he is angry.

Satan pushes you against the wall, caging you with his arms. His eyes are fierce and piercing as he leans in close, fangs showing.

"I dare you to do that again," he hisses.

Adrenaline courses through you as you smirk at his challenge and yank his tail again, this time harder.

He growls in gratification, his cheeks bright red and his teeth clenched. You press your thighs together at the sound he makes when you tug his tail a third time, but Satan doesn't allow that to continue for long.

He grabs you by the thighs, lifting you against the wall. You yelp your surprise, hands moving to his shoulders to help you balance while you lock your legs around him. Your crotch is pressed snug against the front of his pants as he pins you against the wall with his body, his breath ragged.

Your eyes go wide when he ruts against you.

Through layers of clothes, you can feel the hardened length of his cock straining to be freed.

"There's definitely something you can take care of for me," he purrs against your lips, delivering a gentle bite. His claws shred the fabric of your pants.

"I hope you're prepared."

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Waaah this is the second time one of my fanfics has inspired some art and I am so nflk;dsasjflaskjs;fa I love it.

Luke with ickle baby bird scraggly useless wings, as inspired by a tiny little (heartbreaking) scene in @obeymesalsaverde's fanfic Spin.

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Prompt 5: Love at first sight (Satan/Fem Reader)

Way back at the start of this year, to celebrate reaching 69 followers on Twitter, I let people send me prompts for the Obey Me boys for 12 hours and then tweeted the resulting stories.

Here is story 5 of 11.

Characters: Satan/Fem reader

Prompt: Love at first sight

Submitted by @wrathfulgf on Twitter.

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In all honesty, Satan had only agreed to be present for the welcoming of the human exchange student in the hopes of finding a chance to mess with Lucifer. When you blipped into the Student Council Chamber, wide-eyed and confused, he didn't expect his heart to falter.

He didn't anticipate the way his breath would catch in his throat, or the way his mouth would hang just slightly open. He didn't even notice that he'd splayed a hand across his chest, as if scandalised by the allure of this woman's entirely anticipated presence.

His mind was still blank when Diavolo and Lucifer had both said their piece and the eldest began to introduce those of the brothers who were present. To his chagrin, Asmodeus had to nudge him in the ribs before he could respond after Lucifer had introduced him. How humiliating.

"Yes, I am Satan," he said, coming to his feet slowly and extending a hand.

His words caught in his throat as he met your gaze. He waited for the touch of your soft skin against his palm before he closed his fingers carefully around yours.

"A pleasure to meet you."

He heard himself say the words, though he didn't really register that he was speaking. A bead of fear still lingered in your eyes as he shook your hand, but he watched it melt away at his touch. By heaven and by hell, your eyes and your smile were completely disarming. What was wrong with his heart? Why couldn't he breathe? His cheeks felt warm and he felt like he was falling, but not into darkness. It was like he was falling into water, ready to be caught by the soft smile that shaped your lips when he failed to release your hand.

Somewhere behind him, he heard Asmodeus's distinct giggle, and behind you, he saw Lucifer's disapproving look and raised eyebrow. But that didn't matter right now. What mattered was that you were looking into his eyes, and you weren't flinching away. What mattered was your skin. The way your hand fit perfectly into his, like they were pieces of a puzzle, designed to connect with one another. His chest thudded. He let out a shaking breath and then inhaled deeply, catching the scent of you—your shampoo, your perfume, the scent of your laundry detergent. And there was something so beautifully intimate about these things. So completely soothing. It settled in his stomach like warm milk and spread into his veins. Satan felt nourished, and he didn't give a damn how stupid he probably looked right now.

He'd never felt this before. It was new and terrifying and surreal, yet he felt calm. As if this was exactly where he was meant to be. He could see the blush rise in your cheeks the longer he held your hand and held your gaze. With your free hand, you tucked strands of hair behind your ear.

Then you looked away, your cheeks burning, suddenly shy. Satan almost cupped your face to bring your gaze back to him, but caught himself as he raised his hand. The spell shattered as you stepped back from him, still smiling, and his senses kicked back into gear.

Foolish! What's wrong with me? He chastised himself internally as Lucifer concluded the introductions and had you call Mammon.

But still, he could not tear his eyes away from your every movement. The way your idle hands fiddled with your hair, your clothes, your new D.D.D.

It wasn't until Asmodeus nudged him in the ribs again that he truly returned to himself.

"Somebody likes what he sees~" Asmodeus teased.

Satan scoffed and shook his head.

"Objectively, she is beautiful, yes," he said carefully.

To himself, he added: but she's more than that.

Satan love beautiful things; he always had. Art, literature, the sound of Lucifer's practiced hands playing the piano (though he'd never admit it), the song of birds in the forest behind the house, the wash of the ocean against a shoreline. He could be breath taken, mesmerised.

But this was different. Of that he was certain.

Something about you, the human who had just been transported to the Devildom, the woman who would be staying in the House of Lamentation for the duration of the year, made him feel something that he'd never felt before. It was something he had only read about in fairytales, learned about in books, seen in films, understood through music. He knew this thing was real, but he had never been touched by it firsthand. It was something he had never imagined he would get to experience for himself.

No, not he, Satan, the Avatar of Wrath.

But watching you find your bearings in this strange new world, there was no doubt left in his mind. What he had just felt, what he had experienced as you materialised in this room could only be described as one thing: love at first sight.

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Prompt 4: Cooking lesson (Barbatos/Solomon)

Way back at the start of this year, to celebrate reaching 69 followers on Twitter, I let people send me prompts for the Obey Me boys for 12 hours and then tweeted the resulting stories.

Here is story 4 of 11.

Characters: Barbatos/Solomon

Prompt: Cooking lesson

Submitted by @jazzytatertot on Twitter.

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Barbatos bats Solomon's hand away from the pot on the stove for what feels like the millionth time.

"Oh, come on, Barb, it's only salt!" he laughs, nudging the butler in the side.

Barbatos gives the sorcerer a scathing look.

"Okay there may be a bit of frog ash in there."

Barbatos releases a pained sigh, placing his face in his open, gloved palms.

"Solomon, that's not— Why would you—?!"

The sorcerer shrugs, a knowing smile curving his mouth.

"Why not?"

"Frog ash does not belong in anything containing dairy. It will curdle."

Solomon chuckles.

"Exactly. Don't you just love the way that develops the flavour?"

With a deep breath, Barbatos straightens up and turns to face Solomon. He grabs the sorcerer by the front of his shirt with one hand and thrusts him against the pantry door. Despite his feet dangling half a meter off the floor and the material of his shirt stretching, Solomon only laughs at the demon.

"This is why I refuse to let you make me dinner," Barbatos hisses. "Under any circumstances."

"You realise I could just command you to let me make you dinner, right?"

"Oh?" Barbatos chuckles. "You would be so cruel to me?"

Solomon's eyes sparkle.

"Perhaps. But I think there are better things I could command you to put in your mouth, besides my cooking."

Barbatos smirks with a glint of fangs.

"Oh?"

He allows Solomon's feet to meet the floor again, but he doesn't release the man's shirt. Instead, he tugs the sorcerer forward by the material, so that their lips are mere centimetres apart.

"Is that your true motive for visiting me?"

Solomon wraps his hand around one of Barbatos's wrists, coaxing the demon to release his shirt.

"Hm? I came here for your cooking lesson. Anything more is pure coincidence."

"A likely story," Barbatos says.

His hand remains pressed to Solomon's chest, held in place. Releasing the butler's wrist, Solomon slides his hand up Barbatos's arm, caressing his jawline with a knuckle. He settles his thumb at the corner of the butler's mouth.

"The question is, would you like to take a break from this cooking lesson to . . . satisfy each other?"

A faint blush taints the butler's pale cheeks. Solomon smirks at the reaction, pressing his thumb against Barb's lips.

"Hehe, you're so cute when you blush," he says.

Barbatos bows his head in quiet submission, his gaze dropping to the floor.

"Open your mouth."

Barbatos shakes his head once.

"That was hardly a command, Solomon."

He parts his lips to let the digit slip against his tongue, and gently bites down around it.

"Oh? You want me to use the pact?" Solomon chuckles, wincing as his skin catches on Barbatos's fangs.

He places a hand on Barbatos's waist, biting his lip when the butler drags his tongue along the underside of his thumb. The gentle pain of his demon's teeth has his cock stirring, but the way Barbatos purses his lips around the digit in his mouth is what really turns him on.

Solomon curses under his breath and finally invokes the pact.

"Barbatos, get on your knees."

With hooded eyes, Barbatos releases the sorcerer's thumb. He obeys the command, kneeling slowly. His fingers rake over Solomon's stomach. He begins to unbutton Solomon's pants.

Solomon leans back against the pantry door, folding one hand behind his head as he looks down to where the demon teases his cock free.

Barbatos uses his teeth to pull one of his gloves off, then wraps a delicate hand around Solomon's shaft. His tongue darts out to wet his lips. Barbatos keeps a light touch, focused around the sensitive head of Solomon's cock. A bead of precum begins to form at the tip. He watches it from the corner of his eye while he presses damp kisses along the length and around the base. His own pants are starting to feel tight.

Solomon cards a hand through the butler's hair, groaning as Barbatos's mouth presses teasingly close to the head of his cock.

Barbatos pulls away, smirking up at Solomon, and flattens his tongue against his weeping tip. He makes a small sound of appreciation at the taste.

"Fuck," Solomon gasps, watching the butler wrap his lips around the head.

His dick throbs with need, the gentle caress of Barb's fingers infuriatingly featherlight against his hardened length. One hand curls into a fist in Barb's hair.

With another soft hum, Barbatos closes his eyes, gliding his tongue over all of the most sensitive parts of the human's cock. Solomon moans and hisses precisely when the butler knows he will. He breathes through his nose as he sinks his mouth over Solomon's length properly.

The sorcerer's mouth falls open as he hits the back of Barb's throat. Barbatos peeks up at him, swallowing around his cock and slowly bobbing his head. His lips purse perfectly around Solomon's shaft and soon the sorcerer can't help bucking against that warm, wet mouth. With a groan, Solomon grabs the butler by the back of the head and holds him in place, opting to snap his hips against the demon's mouth, setting a rough pace. Barbatos braces his hand against the pantry door behind Solomon, moaning around the mouthful of dick with a smirk.

Solomon is breathing heavily when his cock begins to twitch and throb against the demon's throat.

"Nng, Barbatos . . . make me cum, and swallow it all."

Activating the pact once more, he can feel Barbatos's throat constrict around him. His legs shake as he ejaculates, moaning.

Hot seed spurts down the butler's throat. He concentrates on breathing through his nose until Solomon's grip on his hair eases and he's able to slide the sorcerer's cock out of his mouth. He keeps his lips sealed tightly along the length until he reaches the tip. Barbatos sits back on his knees, swallowing everything his master has given him. Looking up at Solomon, he opens his mouth and lets his tongue stick out. Solomon sighs contently, slumped back against the pantry door.

"You always look great with your mouth around my cock."

Barbatos chuckles a deep, quiet sound as he begins to fondle Solomon anew. His hand slips further back, massaging along the man's taint before pressing into his ass.

"If I recall, you look quite good with my cock inside you, too. And we do have time before the food is ready."

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Prompt 3: 🥺"How could you say something like that?" (Diavolo/GN Reader)

Way back at the start of this year, to celebrate reaching 69 followers on Twitter, I let people send me prompts for the Obey Me boys for 12 hours and then tweeted the resulting stories.

Here is story 3 of 11.

Characters: Diavolo/GN reader

Prompt: 🥺 "How could you say something like that?" Sfw or not I want it SOFT

Submitted by @Yubbi_chan on Twitter.

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"Ta-da! HAHAHA, what do you think?"

You shield your eyes from the bright lights of the hotel suite, blinking as the world comes back into focus after the darkness of the passageway. Diavolo ushers you into the room and the door is locked behind the two of you.

Diavolo's arms are around you immediately. He presses your back gently against the wall, leaning in for a deep kiss that he sighs into. He tastes like demonus and the spice from dinner. His hands are wandering your body slowly as you kiss him in return, then slowly pull back.

"Uh . . . hey, mind if we slow down a bit?" you say, breathless.

He pulls back from you immediately, giving you space. His hands return to yours, holding them both in his as he had over the table at dinner.

"Ah, I got ahead of myself . . . I'm sorry, my love."

He has enough sense to look guilty and leads you away from the wall next to the doorway, into the more open space of the sitting area. Indicating to the loveseat by the fireplace, he asks, "Are you warm enough?"

"A little cold," you admit.

No sooner have you said so, the fireplace crackles to life. He did little more than wave a hand at it while his attention remained on you.

"Wait here, my love," he says.

He squeezes your hands as he disappears into the bedroom and returns with a thick blanket, looking chuffed. You laugh as he tries to figure out which edge is the long edge of the blanket before making a show of billowing it over you. It settles unevenly across your lap and he tries again, with similar results.

"Thank you," you say, pointedly grabbing the edge of the blanket.

You adjust the blanket in your lap, then pull it up over your shoulders, tucking it around yourself. He watches with a grin as you make yourself comfortable.

"And the room is nice. Could we turn off some of the lights though?"

"Of course!" he says, quick to locate the switch.

He turns off all of the lights except for the one over the kitchen island behind you, leaving the fireplace to bathe the room in softer warm light instead. You let out a sigh you didn't know you were holding in and let your head rest against the back of the couch.

"I have one more surprise for you this evening!" Diavolo announces.

You keep your eyes closed a moment longer, only opening them when he starts pottering around in the kitchen behind you.

"Oh?" you ask, a note of exhaustion evident in your voice.

"There’s cake!"

He straightens up with a giant grin across his face and a cake in a giant container in his hands. You blink a couple of times as you process the sheer SIZE of this cake.

How the fuck are the two of us going to eat all that? Is Beel under the bed?!

But before you can find out the answer to either of these questions, Diavolo takes a seat beside you and holds out a plate with a generous slice of a most decadent looking piece of chocolate cake, covered in chocolate icing, rainbow sprinkles, glacé cherries, and whipped cream.

You slip your arms out from beneath the blanket to take the plate.

"It looks fancy," you say with a tired smile.

"Do you really think so?" he asks, brimming with delight.

You nod as you take a spoonful and bring it to your lips.

But the moment the cake touches your tongue, you know something is wrong. Very, very wrong. The icing, cream, and cherries all taste fine, from your very quick mental assessment, but the cake itself is so, so awful that you can't hide the way you cringe.

You spit it out before it makes you gag, but the foul taste lingers on your tongue.

"BLEH! SOLOMON MADE IT?!" You give him a horrified look, eyes watering against the godawful residue. "Are you trying to kill me?!"

Through teary eyes, you see his expression fall. Diavolo looks totally heartbroken, his own eyes watering like a kicked puppy. A hand splays across his chest in shock.

"How could you say something like that?" He doesn't sound mad, but he does sound hurt. Totally, thoroughly, severely dejected. "I made it myself."

Oh. OH. You don't know what to say so you just blink at him, then look down at where your fingers clutch at the edge of the plate as if it might come to life and try to force-feed itself to you.

"You made this . . .?" you repeat. "Oh, Dia, I'm so sorry. It's . . . really bad."

Diavolo pouts, but stiffens his lip, swallowing down the pain of your fatal blow.

"Barbatos offered to make it and said no. Then he offered to help, but I insisted I wanted to make it for you myself. I didn't think it was going to be anywhere near as good as his cakes, but . . ."

He looks at the slice of cake in his own plate and takes a spoonful.

"Surely it's not as bad as something Solomon would have made."

You cringe just watching as he puts it in his mouth. A split second later, he freezes, his eyes watering anew. He swallows without chewing.

". . . Dia?" you ask, reaching for his hand.

You place your plate on the coffee table between the couch and the fireplace and then take his plate off him, while he continues to stare dejectedly at his hands. You slip your fingers between his, gently squeezing.

"You okay boo?"

He heaves a sigh.

"I can see why you thought Solomon had made it."

The words are spoken solemnly, but a moment later, his shoulders shake and he erupts in laughter, throwing his head back against the couch.

"Oh, I am so sorry my love. Let's . . . get the taste out of our mouths."

He makes you both a cup of tea, and the two of you snuggle under the blanket on the loveseat while you sip and chat. When you're done with your drink, he places a cushion in his lap and you lay your head down.

"I promise to let Barbatos supervise next time," he swears.

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Prompt 2: Bratty sub and dom (Barbatos/Fem Reader)

Way back at the start of this year, to celebrate reaching 69 followers on Twitter, I let people send me prompts for the Obey Me boys for 12 hours and then tweeted the resulting stories.

Here is story 2 of 11.

Characters: Barbatos/Fem reader (she/her)

Prompt: Bratty sub and dom NSFW

Submitted by @thtbrattywitch on Twitter.

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Barbatos has you on your knees, dark green silk binding your wrists to your ankles behind your back. The floor is cold against your knees, but you hardly notice thanks to the teasing caress of his tail against your pussy. A mouthful of his cock muffles your moan.

"Ah-ah," he chides, caressing the back of your head. "Good girls don't make a sound without permission, do they, my love?"

You pull back from his cock with a gasp, glaring up at his disapproving expression. "What's the matter? Afraid someone will hear us?"

The demon reclines in the armchair, eyes flashing a dangerous colour as his tail coils around your body. He arches you backwards, forcing your knees to spread to help you keep balanced. You can feel your cunt dripping from his teasing and denials. Wiggling in protest, you growl.

"Barb, hurry up and fuck me," you demand, clenching your needy hole around nothing.

He tuts pointedly, standing when you refuse to settle. With his tail still squeezing around you, he grabs your chin with an ungloved hand, purple claws like pinpricks on your skin. You're forced to meet his gaze, cold and cunning, like a spider watching the futile struggle of a bug caught in its web.

"It seems I need to teach you proper etiquette, pet. Your manners are lacking and I believe you forget your place."

"No," you say, smirking. "I want you in me, now!"

He smirks.

"Then open your mouth again. You shall not have your pretty cunt filled until I say so."

He wraps a hand around his cock, slowly stroking it. It's already glistening from how long he has had it down your throat. You pout, earning a quiet chuckle. It's a sadistic sound, filled with amusement. The hand gripping your chin slides into your hair, and you shiver at the sensation of claws against your scalp.

"I believe I told you to open your mouth, pet. Do not make me repeat myself."

You huff, trying to block out the throbbing desire in your core.

"And what if I don't obey?"

His eyes flash a dangerous colour again.

"You know I will leave you desperate and wanting if you're not a good girl. I've done it before, pet."

You whine at the memory, unable to stop your hips from pulsing. He chuckles again, allowing the twin tips of his tail to kiss your dripping folds. Despite yourself, you open your mouth, letting your tongue peek out for him. Barbatos's smirks, showing a hint of fangs.

"Very good," he praises, his deep voice rich and soothing to your ears.

He guides his cock back to your lips, remaining standing as he slips it into your mouth. He gently scratches at the back of your head, your hair twisted around his fingers as he guides your movements.

Barbatos tilts his head back with a soft sigh.

"Yes, very good, my love. Such a good girl."

His tail grinds over your clit, hard enough that you almost whimper again, but you catch the sound. After all, good girls don't make a sound without permission, do they?

[obeysalsaverde]

Prompt 1: Sleepover (Mammon/Fem Reader)

Way back at the start of this year, to celebrate reaching 69 followers on Twitter, I let people send me prompts for the Obey Me boys for 12 hours and then tweeted the resulting stories.

Here is story 1 of 11.

Characters: Mammon/Fem reader (she/her)

Prompt: Sleepover NSFW

Submitted by @grave_unmarked on Twitter.

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You can feel his cock slowly hardening against your backside as he watches DevilTube videos over your shoulder in bed. The warmth presses through his slacks and you can't help smirking to yourself, though your body is already responding with surges of lust. You shift your hips subtly, ensuring to provide a modicum of pressure and friction to his semi-erect shaft. He attempts to stifle a gasp by biting his lip, and he quickly arches away from you. Had he not noticed the state he was in? Your smirk widens.

"Come back here. I'm cold."

He hesitates for a moment, taking a deep breathe before he presses his chest against your back again. He keeps his hips further back, knees slightly bent. As the next video starts on your D.D.D., your reach a hand behind you and grab his waist. Mammon yelps as you tug his pelvis towards yours, bending your knees to slot yourself right up against him.

The press of his clothed cock against your pajama bottoms leaves your cunt pulsing, and you can feel that you've already become wet. Mammon grips your hips tightly. You slip a hand past the waistband of his slacks, your palm skimming slowly over the hot smooth skin of his dick. He makes a strangled noise in his throat as you touch him. He isn't wearing underwear and you can't help but bite your lip and press your thighs together.

"T-treasure . . ." he manages, then presses his face against the crook of your neck to stifle a moan as you pull him free.

You give his length an experimental pump and feel him twitch against your palm.

"Nnh . . . ah, treasure."

"Is this what you hoped for when I asked to sleep over?"

There's a gentle teasing in your voice. You turn your phone screen off and toss the device onto the nightstand, gripping his cock firmly as you drag your hand up the shaft again.

"I won't lie. I want you too."

He groans at your words, bucking into your hand as his fingers tug your pajama bottoms and your underwear. You lift your hips so he can slide them down. The crotch of your panties comes away wet and he swears under his breath, two fingers pressing into your pussy from behind.

You clench around his digits immediately, releasing a soft moan as he caresses your most sensitive places. Pulsing your hips against his hand, you whine out the one thing he needs to hear: "I need you."

He swears against your neck as he removes his fingers from your hole. His hand wraps around his cock and he helps you guide the weeping head to your entrance. You're panting all of a sudden, and you realise he is too. When did you both get so needy? That thought vanishes as he presses in, and your cunt is gently stretched to accommodate him.

You take him inside you easily with how wet you are already. As soon as he is fully seated, he pushes you onto your stomach and rolls on top of you, taking his weight onto his knees as he begins to fuck you from behind. This is exactly what you wanted from this sleepover.

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OM head canon - Giving you a bandaid

Head canons for the OM characters giving you a bandaid for a small cut! It's mostly fluff with a teeny bit of angst woven in there.

Lucifer

It's just a sensible, totally standard bandaid. But he keeps one on hand just in case you need one. He must take good care of the exchange student, after all.

"Come here, MC. Show me. Alright, hold still."

He'll gently place the bandaid where it's needed, but his hand will linger there a moment longer.

"There. Be more careful next time," he says with a serious look. But then a smirk lifts the corner of his mouth. "I expect that you will make a full recovery."

Mammon

The bandaid has a pattern of little Grimm coins. He says they're lucky bandaids. But he'll claim that he only had them on hand in case you needs one, since he's your guardian.

He'll gripe about how fragile humans are as he grabs the injured limb and applies the bandaid.

"Jeez, whaddam I gonna do with ya, huh?"

He acts like taking care of you is such a hassle, but you can tell how worried he is about even a little papercut just from the way he keeps looking at you.

Leviathan

The bandaid has Ruri-chan print on it. You are not surprised.

He totally feels like an anime protagonist as he covers the little cut with the bandaid. He also feels like this is normie behaviour. This is conflicting.

"You know, you're the only person I'd do this sort of normie thing for. Hm? Of course I have Ruri-chan bandaids! I could never call myself an Otaku or a true Ruri-fan if I didn't buy these the moment I saw them!"

He blushes a lot but is secretly really smug that he got to help patch you up.

Satan

Has cat themed bandaids. He tends to get scratches if he plays with a boisterous kitty who hasn't learned not to scratch yet, or if he needs to rescue a cat that is scared because it's stuck somewhere and it can't understand that he's trying to help. So it's worth having some bandaids with him.

"Your skin is far more delicate than mine," he says as he slips the bandaid over the cut. "Try to be more careful next time, okay?"

His hand lingers over the bandaid after he smooths it out. He gives you a serious look, like he worries for you so much when he remembers just how fragile humans are.

Asmodeus

There are no patterns, but all of his bandaids are a shade of pink. He's got hot pink, pastel pink, barbie pink . . . Which pink would you like?

Makes sure to touch you as much as possible when he applies the bandaid for you. Stroking the skin around where you're hurt with gentle fingers.

"Here, Asmo-chan will kiss it better for you. Mwah~" He presses his lips over the bandaid and then winks at you. Then he gets a more serious look. "But do be more careful! You don't want to end up with scars!"

He gives you some extra kisses for good measure. They are not necessarily anywhere near your injury.

Beelzebub

You're kinda surprised that it's just a standard plain bandaid until he explains that he did buy some with little burger patterns on them, but . . . he ate them. 🤦‍♀️

His fingers are so big, he struggles to open the bandaid, but he's determine to take care of you. He doesn't want to hurt you more, so he is extra careful when he applies the bandaid. He gives you the brightest most genuine Beelzebub smile when he's done.

"There, all better," he says. He probably pats your head when he stands up and he'll definitely invite you to get a snack together.

Belphegor

He's got little cows printed on his bandaids. If you snicker at this, he will give you a challenging look as if daring you to make fun of him.

He is pretty quiet while he puts the bandaid on, like he's brooding, but he's gentle. His hands linger over the place he applies it and he gives you a firm look.

"Be more careful. I don't want to see you get hurt ever again."

He looks away quickly. You know he's referring to his own crimes, despite how long ago that was and how close you've grown since. Cuddles are now required.

Diavolo

He has so many cute patterned bandaids because he found out about them when he was preparing a human friendly first aid kit to keep at RAD. His personal favourite is the yellow one with the black Batman logo.

He treats getting to apply the bandaid like a bit of fun, though he is careful to handle you gently and make sure it sticks properly.

"Now, you put one on me too, so that we match!" he says with excitement, providing access to the same spot on himself.

He'll make sure to show Lucifer as soon as possible. "Look Lucifer, MC and I match!"

Barbatos

Has a full human friendly first aid kit hiding on his person at all times. This butler is prepared for anything. He opts for the bright blue variety often used in food preparation settings. He's practical like that.

He'll assess the cut carefully and make sure it's clean before he applies the bandaid. He does it like an expert, but then he makes you meet his gaze.

"Do be careful in future, MC. You are quite precious to all of us."

Simeon

He has cute puppy dogs on his bandaid.

"Don't tell anyone, but I chose these with Luke in mind," he confides with a gentle laugh.

He hums to you while he applies the bandaid and then presses his lips so softly over the top and smiles.

"There, much better. You'll be good as new in no time."

Solomon

The bandaid he gives you has little stars on it and he's enchanted it to help your cut heal faster.

"I haven't had to do this for another human in a long time," he says. There's a strained look on his face after he says it, but it is gone just as fast as it appeared. You recognise his grief, but you don't say anything.

He places the bandaid on your cut a little crooked, but it gets the job done.

"Some day, I'll show you how to enchant a bandaid too," he promises.

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Help this cutie out if you can! She has made me blush quite a bit with some of the stuff she has written for me💚

Commissions? Commissions

Argh this is so nerve wracking!!! It’s ok, it’s Tumblr, everyone’s nice here right?

I am officially opening written commissions cos I need money. Like I’m going to lose my house if I don’t start making some soon need money So if you like my dice rolls and would like your very own tailor made piece of writing, whether it’s smut, fluff or otherwise, come be my dice and give me your choice of characters. I’m open to characters from other fandoms to some degree also but mostly looking at obey me so if there’s something you want let me know and if I know the character(s) well enough I’ll write it. Your OC/MC’s are of course welcome.

£10 gets you 1000 - 1500 words!

Since I’m making this post anyway I might as well plug some other stuff right? I’m considering making a Patreon with a fluff tier and a smut tier for all your monthly fanfic needs, I currently have a fluffy little date with Mammon written and I’m working on a lovely smutty beach sex with Asmo piece. Dice rolls will still be posted here on tumblr for free of course and I will work on one once Asmo has had his wicked way.

I also have some rubbish art work available to be printed on a whole bunch of things on redbubble here https://www.redbubble.com/people/EphemeraRayne/shop?asc=u There’s no obey me stuff finished enough to post yet but there’s some other things like some cute pride hearts and my silly fanart of Sebastian Michaelis.

I have some cute hand made resin keyrings for sale on ebay here https://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/204027929784 Currently set to UK only but I’m open to offering international postage if someone wants it.

Last but not least You can say hi on twitter https://twitter.com/EphemeraRayne where there actually is a bit of silly obey me fanart I’ve made, mostly cross overs with Eurovision and my awful Barb Ross edit.

Well, if you made it this far, thank you so much for reading. Have the best day and if you feel like it maybe pass the word along <3

[obeysalsaverde]

OM head canon - Barbatos is not allowed to butler during a week-long vacation getaway with everyone: Part 4 (NSFW!)

Barbatos: (while drunk and everyone else is drinking, stands up and steps towards the kitchen)

Diavolo: Barbatos, I swear on my father's crown, if you try to do anything—

Barbatos: I'm not going to do anything! I'm just pouring *myself* another drink!

Diavolo: —I will make you take off one article of clothing for every butler thing you attempt to do.

Barbatos: Fine! I'm not going to do anything butler-ish! (pours himself a drink . . . and absentmindedly pours Diavolo another one and brings it to him)

Diavolo: I'm counting that as two! Take off your socks!

Barbatos: I—

Diavolo: (tackles Barbatos) Off with the socks! Both of them!

Barbatos: (angy butler noises)

Later . . .

Barbatos: (absentmindedly collects some empty bottles and takes them to the recycling bin)

Diavolo: How many bottles was that?

Lucifer: I counted 10 as he was picking them up.

Diavolo: (looking expectantly at Barbatos) 10 articles of clothing. Off. Now.

Barbatos: WAIT—

Diavolo & Lucifer: (tackle Barbatos and start counting articles of clothing as they pull them off him. 1 - the loose yukata he was wearing as the outer layer. 2 - the thin sleeveless undershirt he wore beneath. 3 - his pants. 4 - his underwear. Diavolo starts to kiss him while Lucifer discards the last article of clothing. The rest of the brothers and Solomon are yelling at them to get a room.)

Diavolo: Looks like you ran out of things for us to take from you.

Barbatos: (breathless and drunk) I can think of other things you can take . . .

Lucifer: (biting Barbatos's thigh until he gasps)

Simeon: (returning from putting Luke to bed a few minutes before this all began) O.O' Wh-what did I miss?

Diavolo: I think it's time we moved this to one of the bedrooms, what do you think, Lucifer?

Lucifer: I think you're quite right, don't you agree, Barb?

Barbatos: (a puddle, blushing, hiding his face, incredibly aroused, he is about to go a little feral, butler.exe has stopped working)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, <<Part 4>>.

[obeysalsaverde]

OM head canon - Barbatos is not allowed to butler during a week-long vacation getaway with everyone: Part 3

Barbatos: (Wakes up early because his body clock just does that. Sees that everyone is still asleep on the futons they all dragged out to the main room)

Barbatos: (to himself) I'll just clean up the mess from last night's drinks and scrub down the kitchen and start making a buffet-style breakfast before anyone wakes up and—

Diavolo: (blowing the whistle from his futon)

Everyone else: (sitting bolt upright in shock from the sudden ear-splitting sound)

Lucifer: Barbatos, if you make him blow that whistle one more time . . .

Asmo: (bursts into tears) I'm so hungover, and now my beauty sleep is ruined!

Barbatos: (to Diavolo) Where the devil did you even get that whistle from?!

Diavolo: From Akuzon. Specifically for this trip. Specifically to blow every time you try to butler.

Solomon: If I hear that whistle one more time, Barbs, I'm going to command you not to butler for the rest of the week.

Barbatos: (shocked Pikachu face)

Part 1, Part 2, <<Part 3>>, Part 4

[obeysalsaverde]

You are wonderful and I'm so happy you felt inspired to write for this character!!!!!!

New Unity Series

For the past year I have been struggling to crawl uphill and I was burned out. This past week or so I have been inspired by one of my friends, @obeysalsaverde, to write for a character I had on the back burner.

The worldbuilding is ongoing, and I have been taking it as an opportunity to do what I’ve wanted with the Obey Me characters. I’ve struggled for so long with actually just doing what I have wanted to, write what I wanted to write, and while that anxiety persists, I have chosen to just do it. I don’t know if this means I’ll be doing more on Tumblr yet, Muse and I have so much happening and we both want to redo our Tumblr skins, but I am being more active on a new story.

Rated E for it’s explicit content, Unity, Trust, and Imperfect Balance is written for Salsa and myself. I’m writing to have fun again, and I really enjoy that. So if you don’t mind reading an alternate au, with deities walking among their creations and the creations of others, please take a peak at it! Tags below the break!

Keep reading

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OM head canon - Barbatos is not allowed to butler during a week-long vacation getaway with everyone: Part 2

Barbatos: (attempts to clear the table after everyone has finished their dinner)

Diavolo: (blowing a sports-coach whistle) I thought I made it clear that you were not to perform butler duties this week!

Barbatos: I'm just clearing the table! I'll wash the dishes and wipe everything down and prepare supper for us all to do my part!

Diavolo: (angry whistle blowing)

Mammon: BARBATOS STOP TRYIN'A CLEAN THINGS HE'S GONNA BURST MY EAR DRUMS!

Part 1, <<Part 2>>, Part 3, Part 4