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agustdickhead · 11 months

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I HAVENT FINISHED TOTNT1938 YET AND I FR THOUGHT IT'D BE GOOD TO LOOK UP EDITS OF THE SHW..??

#i saw too many spoilers #cryingsjamwjdbdk #NO OME TALK TO ME!!!

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misc-obeyme · 1 month

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"Can you see us in every timeline?" you ask.

Barbatos smiles down at you, meeting your bright and curious gaze. Your head is in his lap, both of you stretched out on a soft blanket in the castle garden. Barbatos is leaning back against a tree, a cup of tea held in his gloved hands. The sky drips with stars.

"I see many possibilities," he says, his voice eternally gentle, forever content to answer your endless questions.

You reach up and brush your fingers through his strand of bright hair. "It's just that I wouldn't be the same person without you," you say. "And the thought of there being other mes in other timelines that aren't with you… well, it makes me sad."

You blush a little at this admission because it sounds silly when you say it out loud.

Barbatos chuckles softly, but he puts down his teacup. He takes your hand, even as your fingers are still entangled in his hair. He puts his other hand against your cheek.

"We may not find each other in every timeline," he says. "But I have found that the echoes of each timeline ripple through the others. You are inevitably linked to every other you."

"But they won't feel what I feel," you say.

"They will have impressions of your feelings," Barbatos says. "Have you ever had an inexplicable feeling of hope or despair wash over you? That is a reverberation from yourself in another timeline."

You consider what he's saying. That somehow, you in your present time and space can impact the lives of other yous, if even briefly.

"What do you think they feel from me?" you ask.

"I cannot predict it," Barbatos says. He smiles and the way it lights up his face is so entrancing, you lose yourself in it. "I can only hope they receive soft moments where they feel my love, every time I see you, every time I touch you, every time I kiss you."

Your fingers squeeze around the hand that's holding yours and you lift yourself up to kiss him. His arm moves behind your back to lend you support as he returns the kiss - soft and sweet and with the lingering taste of hellfire rose tea. In another timeline, an unexpected warmth floods through you.

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#nothing just me daydreaming about having my head in Barb's lap #and inevitably talking to him about timelines #I kinda wanna write a Barb soulmate au #I think it'd be interesting #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me barbatos #obey me barbatos x reader #obey me barbatos x mc #om barbatos #om barbatos x reader #om barbatos x mc #obey me x reader #x reader #misc writes

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l3viat8an · 8 months

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I present for thought; mc with bite kink.

Nsfw I’ve talked about this so much it should be obvious it’s one of my favorite things jsjsjsj both biting and being bit-

Biting any of the boys is always fun because of their different reactions like-

Lucifer insisting you can only bite his chest or very low on his neck so he can still cover it. Also the little pleased sigh that leaves his lips when you sink your teeth into his skin~

Mammon doesn’t care where you bite him and honestly loves when he can show off your bite marks, as long as he can give you some back-

Levi let’s out little gasps when your teeth run over the back of his neck before actually nipping at the skin. He’ll bare his neck to you so you can leave more marks! Just please don’t stop yet-

Satan prefers biting you- but he’ll still let you leave a few bite marks around his neck. Just know you’ll end up covered in his bite marks too

Asmo loves seeing your skin covered in his bite marks and lipstick. You’re so cute like this~ not as big a fan of receiving marks, but still likes to feel your teeth nip at his skin- just be gentle with him and don’t bite too hard-

Beel is always a little worried about biting you- but he loves when you bite him, even better if you’re in his lap and leaving marks all over his chest- another thing is; bite ‘n nip at the insides of his thighs when you give him head- his reaction is adorable~

Belphie bites you randomly- like cuteness aggression hdjdh loves when you bite him back, or even bite him while he’s asleep. Soft moans falling from his lips and if he can he’ll even push your head closer, so the marks are deeper.

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cloudcountry · 1 year

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the burdens of royalty

Genre/Tropes: Established relationship, MC and Diavolo are married.

Summary: the weight of both the devildom and the human world are on your shoulders. if it wasn't for diavolo, you would have given up a long time ago.

Author's Comments: diavolo has a very tough job. every time he said he adores mc or that one time he confessed his love to them i panicked because thats so much. its heavier than the brother's "i love you" because hes ROYALTY and its a lot of take in.

i also find myself thinking about what his affection means for mc in the long run. i mean, surely diavolo has suitors. there are obviously higher up demons like the brothers (and maddi, that one witch that pursued diavolo so aggressively it was...icky.) for diavolo to actually pursue mc, i can't imagine what would happen when those same demons figured that out. if they were to make their relationship official or even get married, mc would probably need a bodyguard 24/7 because demons are OBVIOUSLY not chill with humans (like every single brother threatening mc and especially belphegor, although his circumstances were different because they involved lilith.)

anyways i'll be quiet, i hope you enjoy C:

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It wasn’t easy being you.

Your now husband would always tell you that being him wasn’t easy, but now that you share the burden of his position, does that not also apply to you?

It came as quite a shock to the entire Devildom the day your engagement was announced—to think, the Prince of the Devildom, marrying a human! The demon aristocracy would have had your head if they weren’t so terrified of Barbatos. You were called many things (a manipulator and a cheat being among your favorites. Really, the higher ups in demon society would know too much about manipulating their way up the social ladder.) It was like they could comprehend that you just wanted to be with the man you loved, and that race and position and titles meant absolutely nothing to do with it.

If nothing else, you suppose being human was the easiest thing they could target. It shielded Diavolo from most of the backlash, at any rate. The last thing you ever wanted was for the public to lose their trust in him (and never give his ideals for the three realms a chance.) The fact that he only wanted the best for them seemed to fly right over their heads, as if Diavolo was just as untrustworthy as you, the foreign soul from another realm.

You, now their ruler, too.

But that’s exactly why you had to clench your teeth and bear it, bear the shimmering dresses and horned guests and Barbatos breathing down your neck so nobody would even think of attacking you. Snide remarks about your clothing of choice were met with “my husband picked it out, actually,” comments about how delicious your flesh smelled were ignored but met with a stern glare from your bodyguard, greetings that sounded so fake and that were obviously meant to butter you up were laughed at just as falsely.

Is this what it meant to be a royal?

“I apologize, My Liege. This ball runs til midnight. I assure you that you may retire to your chambers once this is over.” Barbatos whispers, strategically whisking you away from a group of demonesses muttering to each other and staring at you.

“Thank you.” you try to smile, but it probably seems like more of a wince than anything, “My feet are killing me. And the guests are just as bad.”

He smiles back sympathetically, and although he isn’t touching you at all, you can still feel the warmth emanating from him. Though the Avatars of Sin fear him, Barbatos has always been nothing but kind to you. You wonder if it has something to do with Diavolo, or if he really is that cruel. You suppose it doesn’t matter, whether you’re naive or not, because the fact of the matter is that you have the man Barbatos is loyal to encased in an eternal matrimonial vow. There is no way Barbatos would attempt to harm you.

“I will run you and My Lord a bath once this event is over.” he promises, and you can only sigh with relief when you notice he’s lead you outside, were the amount of people is nowhere near what it is inside, “Do you have a preference for which aromatherapy scent I use?”

“Use whichever one Diavolo chooses.” you reply, knowing he’ll be just as tired.

Barbatos laughs, a sound so full of mirth it makes you happy, too.

“I am sorry if that was out of line, My Liege. I was just amused by the coincidence. My Lord said to select whichever scent you would like.” Barbatos chuckles.

You find yourself laughing too, despite how nasty the demons around you treat you every time you hold one of these balls. It’s so sweet and considerate and just so Diavolo. You wish you could hug him right now and thank him for always trying to be a better man for you. He doesn’t seem like he will ever realize that he’s enough already, which simultaneously warms and breaks your heart.

He really thinks too highly of you. You’re not that special.

Barbatos leads you to a bench and gestures for you to sit. You do so without complaint, and before you can say anything he’s on his knees and massaging your calves. You feel yourself heating up in the face (because you still feel like he shouldn’t be doing these things for you), but you’ve learned a while ago that he takes pleasure in serving people. So you let him do his thing.

Part of your flustered state is also embarrassment, and despite your best efforts you cannot stop your eyes from darting around the gardens to check if anyone is paying attention to you. Thankfully, they all seem enraptured by an illusionist hired for the event who’s stationed in front of the grandiose fountain. He keeps making wispy demonic figures swallow running humanoid figures whole.

You’re used to this.

Another servant comes by, one by the name of Marie Anne. You know her well. Diavolo has always been very kind to her, offering her a life away from the downright cruel aristocratic family she had before. You don’t know the details, and you don’t ask. It’s not your place.

The demoness curtsies and smiles, offering you a bubbling glass of Demonus. It can’t get you drunk, but it can be refreshing. You take it and thank her. Her cheeks turn pink and she curtsies again before scurrying towards the crowd of demons watching the illusionist.

It’s funny how some demons could be so kind and others so nasty. There were many similarities that they have with humans, whether they wanted to admit it or not.

You tell Barbatos that he can stop now, and he halts his motions and stands up immediately. You’re still not used to being pampered in such a way, so you thank him. He only smiles and tells you it’s not necessary.

“I believe this is why the servants are taking a quick liking to you.” he muses, “I hardly think they would be this receptive if My Lord had married a witch or a member of the aristocracy.”

“You really think so?” you say, feeling your cheeks burn again from the praise, “I…I’m not doing anything special.”

“A simple thank you goes a long way, My Liege.” he hums, a content smile on his face as he stands beside you.

You suppose he’s right. After all, you’ve only heard (and seen, you think bitterly) terrible things about the aristocracy. They’re rude and impatient and only ever think about themselves when it comes to policies that affect the entire Devildom. If they didn’t fear Diavolo so much they surely would have attempted to overthrow him by now.

Too bad, you think smugly, staring at the insolent illusionist again as he makes a smokey human child scream at a demonic creature emerging from an equally smokey closet, He would destroy all of you if you even tried.

You feel immature for the thought only seconds later. You’re a ruler. You need to get your act together—you can’t be just as bad as them.

“My Liege, it’s almost time for the first official dance of the night.” Barbatos bows to you, swooping his hand gracefully towards the ballroom, “Would you like to reconvene with My Lord?”

“Please. I thought I would never get to see him tonight.” you groan, attempting to walk off the slight cramp in your calf as you follow Barbatos back into the fray.

The second your shoes hit the shiny flooring and make that click clack sound, there are shimmering eyes drawn to your form. They snap away as soon as they look, though, and whether it’s disgust or fear of Barbatos you don’t know. It doesn’t matter though, because finally you’ll get to see your beloved after he’s been mingling with the aristocracy all night. It isn’t hard to find him either, because amidst all the other clumps of beautiful demons you can clearly see an even bigger clump closer to the center.

You don’t even have to mumble awkward ”excuse me’s” as they all step aside for you (mostly for Barbatos though, as he’s leading the way and they’ve already made it plenty clear that they do not respect you) and before you know it, you’re standing in front of your beaming husband and a rather disgruntled Lucifer. He looks about as comfortable as you do in your formal wear, though he doesn’t show it. It’s too bad you know him well enough to see past his facade and pick up on all his little mannerisms he would never allow anyone else to see.

You spare him the teasing right now.

You try not to feel self conscious as you take your place by Diavolo’s side, a soft giggle leaving the lips of the demon you kiss goodnight every evening.

“Hello, my dear.” he whispers in your ear, stooping down to kiss your hand, “I’m pleased to see that you’re well. Have you been enjoying the festivities?”

Lie. Lie until you’re alone with him and can finally be yourself again.

“Yes, it's been lovely.” you lie through your teeth, a single drop of sweat sliding down the back of your neck as hundreds of pairs of eyes bore into you, “Barbatos has been most helpful. I’m incredibly thankful for him.”

Diavolo lights up like a little puppy dog at the mention of his butler’s name, and lets another loud laugh escape him. Despite his cheerful demeanor, you can still feel the hateful glares being directed your way. In the periphery of your vision, you can see Lucifer glaring right back at the demons behind you, and that gesture alone warms your heart. You are safe with these demons. Things will get better.

Even if better is in a few hours, when you and Diavolo will be in bed and he’ll spoon you and hold you tightly and whisper words of love and affection into your ear until you fall asleep. You discovered his habit for sleepy rambling relatively quickly after the wedding, and eventually you couldn’t sleep without it. If it wasn’t for his love, you surely never would have gotten this far with interrealm relations. If it had been anyone else, you would’ve given up.

Diavolo was the definition of shoot for the stars. He truly was an amazing demon.

“My dear.” he coos, eyes crinkling at the edges as he smiles that cheesy grin you know all too well and love far too much, “May I have this dance?”

He stretches a hand out for you to take, a symbol of how you two are bridging two realms together. Some of the people here tonight may think that’s the reason you two are doing this, that it's a diplomatic display to marry each other, but they’d be wrong. You know Diavolo isn’t the type to do something like that.

It’s like the demons in this palace tonight can’t understand that you two just love each other, and that's that.

And so you take his hand.

He sighs, a blissful sound that you know only you can produce from him, and sweeps you across the dance floor. His hand on your lower back is firm and unyielding, but it’s not possessive. Even when you were still living with the demon brothers, he never once overstepped any bounds.

Part of you wished he did.

It wasn’t just him that had wanted you two to spend time together.

You suppose that doesn’t matter anymore, not when his grip is so sure, not when his heartbeat is pounding in your ears as you rest your head against him, not when the demons and demonesses are moving out of your way. You know the respect is short lived and that they are only doing this for Diavolo, but that doesn’t stop you from enjoying it for now. Moments where a demon steps aside for a human are few and far between, but with you and Diavolo working together, you hope it will become more common.

“I love you.” you whisper to him, the words quiet enough so that only you two can hear them. You aren’t ready to declare such a vulnerable thing on your own, not when these demons have the strength to rip you apart.

And so Diavolo helps you, just as he always does.

“I love you more than anything.” he declares, his voice as loud as a blaring trumpet, a sharp contrast to your softness. You feel your face begin to burn, especially when you hear a murmur ripple through the crowd, but you cannot stop the wobbly smile on your face.

“Disgusting.”

“A human? Really? How will they rule us?”

“It would have been better if we stayed with our own kind.”

“What is Lord Diavolo doing?”

The ballroom begins to buzz and you feel yourself growing less and less sure of yourself. There are tears pricking your eyes, but you will them away. You cannot let them win.

And then, you see Diavolo’s form ripple. Wings sprout from his back and horns protrude from his head and there’s an uncharacteristically stern glare on his face as he fixes his malice at who you can only assume are the perpetrators.

You feel safe.

Maybe it’s a farce.

Maybe it’s make believe.

Maybe it’s temporary.

But Diavolo’s dream is possible, and you believe in him.

You just need to endure the burdens of royalty for him—the burdens he’s been bearing by himself for far too long.

#auburn's fics <3 #obey me x reader #obey me angst #obey me #om x reader #om diavolo x reader #diavolo x reader #diavolo fluff #diavolo angst #im slowly turning into a diavolo liker /r #honestly i cant believe i wrote this before reaching the lessons where they talk about demon/human marriages #i was SCREAMING when diavolo said there would eventually be a time when mc could marry any of them :((#I LOVE THAT GUY #and the levi content was so good too #YUM YUM

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zephyrchama · 5 months

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Satan is talking about some of his favorite classical media and MC is like, "I really like Goncharov."

"Goncharov?"

"Yeah. So Scorsese, he's one of the greatest human directors of all time, he--"

"I've heard of Scorsese. Like Goodfellas."

"Yeah, Goncharov is his masterpiece. The most acclaimed mafia movie ever made."

He's interested and of course wants to watch it. MC eggs him on with more details. The fact that he can't find a way to stream it or purchase a copy only intrigues him more.

#obey me #obey me satan #this is about an otome mobile game and not just chillin with generic satan talking about movies. like it is but this is a silly anime man.#obey me scenarios #obey me satan x mc #MC you done hecked up #om satan #obey me!

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ryuubff · 1 year

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My hc of solomon’s love language being acts of service so he loves going on grocery runs for you and doing the household chores whenever you’re on your attendant duties. Esentially what im trying to say is… SOLOMON MALEWIFE….

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #om!#obey me solomon #obey me mc #obey me fanart #i draw skrunkly #solperi #HES SOOOOO MALEWIFE #ill. talk about solomon acts of service in a further post #my malewife boyfriend whos also a sorcerer #buying things for you he knows you like from thr gorcery is an act of love

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moodyhaaze · 6 months

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please add why in comments and/or tags. i'm trying to get a general consensus on where most players are at. like, if you're playing the games but only doing the main story with no events, or vice versa, please mention in the comments/tags. i would also be interested to know how many of you pay for VIP in either games, i may do another poll for that.

please reblog for wider audience ! ❤︎

#˗ˏˋ moody talks obey me ˊˎ˗#obey me #obey me solmare #obey me shall we date #lucifer obey me #mammon obey me #obey me! shall we date?#obey me nightbringer #obey me!#om swd #swd om #obey me lucifer #obey me solomon #obey me poll #obey me diavolo #obey me belphegor #obey me satan

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dirwael · 6 months

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thirteen really puts mc's death and the related angst into a new perspective... unless she tampers with their life candle, she's forced to watch as it slowly melts until the flame finally goes out. she'll likely be the first person to know of mc's death unless they're with others. but what will she do afterwards? will she get to handle their soul? will she let them go? will she keep them?

could she even revive mc?

#me when the bible fanfic dating sim won't give more worldbuilding or info on the pretty reaper #I NEED TO KNOW HOW REGULAR HUMAN SOULS AND DEATH WORK IN THIS GAME. IT WOULD BE SO INTERESTING #also #this was originally gonna be a fic about the topic of mc's soul #and the demons talking about who gets to claim it #but 13 is like “dumbasses they're gonna be with ME”#so in other words i made this bc i'm gay #and the thought of 13 keeping mc's soul is cool #anyways :D #speculations #om #obey me #obey me shall we date #13 #obey me thirteen #thirteen obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #original

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m3lonpire · 3 days

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Obey Me! Asmodeus Headcanons 💖

-We all know that Asmo needs to spend some time in Horni Jail, but… 👏NON👏SEXUAL👏AFFECTION!👏

-This man will be putty in your hands if you cuddle with him, kiss his forehead when he’s feeling down. Something bout the warmth of being with someone… I mean, hell, during the snowy day Devilgram story, he straight up comes to MC’s room and sleeps with them because he can’t sleep when it’s cold outside.

-I’m pretty sure this man is at least slightly fruity. He’s bisexual, totally. He’s kinda like Astarion in that way!

-Looking at his wings, they seem like they would be pretty warm, maybe a bit leathery? Kinda like a thin blanket. He can’t fly, though. I feel like with the other brothers, it would take quite a while for them to be okay with you touching their wings, *cough, cough* LUCIFER, but Asmo would be fine with that! I mean, affection is kinda his whole thing. He is the sin of lust, after all… -Bad day? Prepare to get pampered beyond your wildest dreams! He’s drawing a bath with rose petals, giving you a face mask, using his expensive perfumes and skincare, doing your hair and nails. Your skin is gonna be baby smooth by the time he’s done with you! But Mammon’s gonna flip, like he always does. XD

-More on his wings, he wouldn’t let anyone else touch them. He can’t let their dirty hands touch his beautiful wings! But yours… as long as you wash your hands, he’s fine! The man’s a sucker for everything you do, even though he tries to hide it a little bit. 💖

#obey me asmo x reader #obey me asmodeus #om! asmodeus #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me x reader #obey me asmo x mc #obey me shall we date #Julian talks in tags: I’m still sick RN but hey! I’m feeling good enough to write! :D

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l3viat8an · 3 months

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Sorry if this is a weird ask….but I seen something like this on a jjk blog and wanted to ask you what you think Levi’s hands look like irl? Feel free to ignore this

Not weird at all nonnie!! ‘n I know exactly what posts you’re talking about 🤭