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rashomonss · 1 year

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𝕄𝔸𝕊𝕋𝔼ℝ𝕃𝕀𝕊𝕋 ִ ࣪𖤐

𝕒 𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕤 𝕨𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕙 || Not all people are so fortunate to be forgiven. The brothers will all learn that the hard way when a not so forgiving version of yourself from another timeline switches with you. However when actual affection is given to the people who begged for your forgiveness in a different time period, they’re not so sure if they want you to leave.

𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥, 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕒𝕟?,

𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕦𝕖, 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕀, 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕀𝕀, 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕀𝕀.𝕍, 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕀𝕝𝕝, 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕀𝕍, 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕍

𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕍𝕀, 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕍𝕀𝕀, 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕍𝕀𝕀𝕀, 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕀𝕏, 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕏, 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕏𝕀, 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕏𝕀𝕀

𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕏𝕀𝕀𝕀, 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕏𝕀𝕀𝕀.𝕍, 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕏𝕀𝕍, 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕏𝕍

??? || coming soon

𝕕𝕒𝕪𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕤 || angst prompts

𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕖 || a mini event

𝟠𝟘𝟘 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 || every ask for this event is here

𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕧𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 || my small smutty valentines event

𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤 || the house of lamentation

𝕞𝕔 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 || the house of lamentation

𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕞 || the house of lamentation

𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕤 || the house of lamentation

𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 || the house of lamentation

𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕖𝕕 || all

𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕕𝕒𝕡𝕥 || the house of lamentation

𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕕𝕒𝕡𝕥 𝕡𝕥. 2 || the dateables + luke

𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜 𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤 || lucifer

𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪 𝕓𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕙𝕕𝕒𝕪 || lucifer

𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜 𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤 || mammon

𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕪 || mammon

𝕟/𝕒 || leviathan

𝕛𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕝𝕪 || satan

𝕟/𝕒 || asmodeus

𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 || beelzebub

𝕟/𝕒 || belphegor

𝕟/𝕒 || diavolo

𝕟/𝕒 || barbatos

𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕕 || solomon

𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 || solomon

𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪 || solomon

𝕟/𝕒 || simeon

𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟙, 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟚 || chats that make me do a double take

𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟙, 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟚 || solomon killing everyone

𝕜𝕚𝕕𝕟𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕒𝕟𝕤 || the brothers kidnapping mc

𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟙 || screenshots out of context

𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟙, 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟚, 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟛, 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟜, || spam of my love for satan

𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪 || nightbringer gameplay

𝕣𝕦𝕣𝕚 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖𝕤 || ruri tunes gameplay

𝕗𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 || my nightbringer experience

𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 || my thoughts

𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕣 || barbatos lore

𝕘𝕦𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝𝕤 || about guardian angels

𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 || who is nightbringer?

𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖𝕤 || the game options

𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕣 || comparing the two

𝕤𝕒𝕥𝕒𝕟’𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕤 || i love him sm

#obey me #obey me shall we date #demon brothers #obey me angst #omswd fanfic #omswd x reader #obey me dateables #obey me side characters #rashomonss psa #rashomonss random #rashomonss reblogs #rashomonss asks #rashomonss daydream requests #rashomonss red hour #a humans wrath asks

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sister-lucifer · 1 year

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this is your reminder that if you’re an nsfw enjoyer to make sure you DO NOT HAVE MATURE CONTENT HIDDEN

unfortunately it’s the default setting on tumblr and if you don’t change it you’re gonna miss out on all the good smut (especially mine cough cough) :(

please reblog to save a smut enjoyer and to help writers who’s fics have been getting slapped with mature labels against their wills!

this goes for non nsfw enjoyers too btw, sometimes tumblr flags things that aren’t even mature:(

#psa #announcment #obey me smut #creepypasta smut #twst smut #marble hornets smut #slasher smut #important #please reblog

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inhumanliquid · 24 days

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"Mammon's SUCH a himbo"

WRONG! He's just stupid. THIS is a himbo.

#obey me shall we date #this has been a psa

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bbnibini · 4 months

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Just an FYI, I immediately delete asks that demand me to make summaries of devilgrams. I only share when I feel like it and I'm really tired of people being up in my business(my life in the OM fandom is rough lol. Please understand why I'm so jaded. I met about the worst people the fandom can offer). If you really want a summary so badly, DM me instead. I can send a video recording. It's not my obligation to share content for you. Thank you.

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #psa #blurbs

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lyneira · 1 year

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Currently closing requests for Genshin Impact!

I've received enough genshin requests so far and I wanna try to write more for other fandoms, so if you want to request Twisted Wonderland, Blue Lock, or any Obey Me stuff, feel free!

#lyneira's psa~☆#twisted wonderland x reader #blue lock x reader #obey me x reader

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shiloh-the-human · 11 months

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Hai, hai, hai!

If you're a real person whose blog is blank, please fix that so people don't mistakenly block you. Thanks.

#tumblr psa #not obey me

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mrfancyfoot · 1 year

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If you find yourself having some trouble getting the hang of the Nightbringer Ruri Tunes rhythm game, take a poke through your settings! There's a section for some battle settings. I find the "up and down" version to be much more intuitive for remembing which side is top vs bottom (at least for me, who is someone that has never played rhythm games before).

#obey me nightbringer #obey me nb #obey me ruri tunes #ruri tunes psa

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wrenvi · 2 years

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Friendly Reminder!

(cred: Ao3Tikli on Twitter)

Please be respectful of writers and their works! You may have different ships (canon, fanon, or non-existant) and ways to write, but don't be an asshole to the creator. They aren't here to cater to your every want and need.

Thank you!

- Liv (2024)

#writers of tumblr #PSA #anime #aot #naruto shippuden #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #food wars #violet evergarden #obey me shall we date #attack on titan #one piece #komi cant communicate #wremirwrites

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timelxrd-victorious · 1 year

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{ Canon Timeline Divergences }

War Doctor and the 50th anniversary The Day of the Doctor never happened. Eight was the Doctor who fought in the Last Great Time War, using the Moment to destroy Gallifrey and the Dalek fleet, committing genocide twice over.

Does not witness Adelaide’s suicide in The Waters of Mars.

Does not save Wilfred Mott in The End of Time Pt. 2, leaving Donna’s grandfather to die. Instead, the Doctor resumes the mantle of “the Time Lord Victorious” and does not regenerate.

The Eleventh & Twelfth Doctor eras never happened. Teine does not travel with the Ponds, Clara, and Bill. Xe does not encounter River Song after the Library. Has never met Gomez!Master; as far as he knows, the Master perished in the Time Lock with the rest of the Time Lords.

Diverges entirely from canon after The End of Time Part Two.

#and they will obey me! ( rp psa )#that's how I see the universe ( Headcanon )#lend me your ears ( Blog PSA. )

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rashomonss · 10 months

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𝟠𝟘𝟘 𝔽𝕆𝕃𝕃𝕆𝕎𝔼ℝ𝕊 𝔼𝕍𝔼ℕ𝕋 ℙℝ𝕆𝕄ℙ𝕋𝕊

-pick whichever prompt and obey me character you’d like and request in the form of an ask!

- I’ll only take one character for each prompt so make sure to request quickly!! If you’d like anything specific as well with the prompt don’t be afraid to share!

- if the prompt is marked out red and has a character then it’s taken!

angst

these are straight hurt no comfort prompts (my fav ♡)

- “and they won’t even look at you..?” || Satan

- “don’t come back if you walk out that door..!” || Lucifer

- “I would sell my soul for a bit more time with you…” || Barbatos

- “You can’t even look me in the eyes can you?” || Beelzebub

fluff

you know the deal straight fluff and nothing more

- "you made this? this is fantastic..."

- “Let’s go out, you need some fresh air” || Leviathan

- “Can we stay like this just for a bit longer…please?” || Belphegor

- “Just admit it! You are so in love with me.” || Mephistopheles

nsfw

rashomonss red hour ♡

- “How about you put those lips to work instead of just talking all the time?” || Mephistopheles

- “Now, now, don’t be shy, let me hear you” || Barbatos

- “If you keep being loud they’ll hear us” || Mephistopheles

- “I love the way you look under me” || Satan

yandere

for all of you who love the obsessive trope

- “I was meant to be yours” || Lucifer

- “They tried to take you away from me” || Beelzebub

- “You don’t control who I talk to.” “No, but I will control who talks to you.” || Satan

- “These chains are to ensure that you can never leave me” || Lucifer

#obey me #obey me shall we date #800 followers #writting prompt #writing event #rashomonss psa #rashomonss letters of gratitude #rashomonss 800 followers event

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pinkaditty · 8 months

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Pervert (Obey Me! Shall we Date)

summary: You are suspecting that someone is stealing your underwear. It will go missing and randomly reappear like it was never gone. You pretend not to notice, but set a little trap for the culprit… And catch them red-handed.

content warning: fem!mc (listed undergarments are stolen, but Mc could be a crossdresser idk) and nsfw is all i think but please lmk if there's anything else here that i forgot to warn abt!

a/n: this is my first everrrr OM! blurb so idk i hope it does well! silent readers won't be blocked but psa that i do appreciate likes and comments <3 however ageless/minor blogs will be blocked thx!

psst! read part 2 here!

MINORS DNI. IM SO SRS. i promise waiting a few years sounds worse than it actually is. please respect my boundary <3

You had suspected someone had been doing it for a while. Your favorite pairs of bras or panties or even your matching sets would randomly disappear from your dirty clothes hamper while waiting to be washed. When you noticed they were missing, you didn't know how to bring up the issue. It wouldn't make any sense if the laundry was switched. As it kept happening, and the clothes kept randomly reappearing and disappearing, you began to feel suspicious. Could it have been possible that someone was stealing them?

When you breached this thought, the prospect nervously excited you. There are only so many reasons for stealing someone's used undergarments, and you were certain you could narrow it down. You did admittedly find it somewhat disturbing, but at the same time, you couldn't help but laugh. Why couldn't they just come to you and ask? It's not like your suitors to be shy.

Then again, maybe you were overthinking it. Perhaps it was simple curiosity? Maybe someone is fascinated by humans and the clothes they wear or the way they smell? You weren't one to judge, but still. It felt strange regardless of whether it was pure curiosity or unbridled pervertedness.

You continued to put up with it for a while until one fateful day, you caught them. You had purposely left your dirty clothes hamper unattended after dragging it to the laundry room, leaving to grab some scent beads to freshen the wash. As you'd been coming back, you heard someone rooting around in your hamper. You could hear clothes being pushed to the side and frustrated sighs as the hamper teetered back and forth with their frustrated movements. You bit your lip, heart pounding in your chest. You gently turned your head around the doorway arch to peer at the culprit. Steeling yourself, you turned away and straightened up before walking in with a feigned surprised gasp slipping from your lips. It was just in time to see the culprit pick up your favorite pairs of lacy underwear. The culprit, hearing your gasp, quickly turns, color draining from their face before it is quickly replaced by a crimson blush.

Whatever excuses they attempt to stammer out, you don't hear. You simply stare at them, mouth agape, before your feigned surprise melts into a twisted smile. You put your hand over your mouth to stifle a chuckle, and look at them, mirth in your eyes.

"You… You pervert!"

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Lucifer:

To say Lucifer is beyond embarrassed is quite the understatement. He's utterly and undeniably humiliated. His glasses are crooked, his face a blotchy red, and his nose slightly wet from having buried it in the spoils of his efforts; your panties. He clears his throat hurriedly and desperately scrambles for any kind of excuse, including straightening up and attempting to intimidate you. But how could you be intimidated by a man who you'd just seen bury his nose in your panties, drunken look all over his face? You simply laugh at him and hold out your hand, a smirk on your face as you motion for him to hand the panties over, one eyebrow raised. He turns away ashamedly and gently places them in your hand, his shoulders trembling just slightly out of embarrassment.

With his eyes screwed shut and his lips pursed, he stiffly strode towards the exit, as if he could simply leave after all that has transpired here. You reach behind you and grab his vest, tugging him back beside you. In no position to argue, he does not resist. Once he is beside you, you begin to trail your hands across his stomach before going in a straight line up his chest. "You know… " you start, stifling a smirk and biting your lip. You turn to him, but he remains frozen, staring at the exit, as though desperate to escape. You simply continue to trail your hand up his chest, unphased. "Next time, you can just come to me and ask." Your fingers reach his neck, and he flinches, but shows no other movement. You trail your fingers up to his chin before grabbing it and turning his head so his gaze was on you. "There is more where this came from." You hold up your panties, the ones he was just so brazenly burying himself in moments before.

His blush deepened across his face, and he pulled away from you, stiffly making his exit. You only laugh and wonder how long it will take for him to release his pride and ask you for a pair… or two.

Mammon:

Immediately he is blabbering out a multitude of excuses, excuses, and more excuses. "It's not what ya think, MC! I was just- ah, just um- just checking for my socks!" and "I swear ya've got it all wrong!" and "I'm yer first demon anyway! I should be 'llowed to-" and "Listen, don't ya dare tell Lucifer or Levi or anyone else!!" and more and more excuses and empty threats spilled from his lips, until he finally sank to his knees and quieted, as though asking for forgiveness. All you had to do was silently stare at him, smirking, hand still covering your mouth as you watched him slowly melt and grovel. His face is a deep red and his eyes are watery, lips wet from pressing them against your essence in the panties. He still gripped them in his hands and his fingers trembled as he held them.

Smirking wider, you walk forward to him and bend your knees to face him. "Look at me." You didn't even need to command him. He looks up, eyes still watery and his lips red from him worrying them between his teeth. His face was still a deep shade of crimson, and his heavy breathing made it clear it was a struggle for him to keep eye contact. You smile and hold out your hand, motioning for him to hand over what was rightfully yours. Defeatedly, he hands it over, and clenches his fists in his lap, still trembling. You would have thought he'd have more to say, but perhaps being caught like this was simply too humiliating.

"The Great Mammon is too embarrassed for words, huh? Poor thing." You tease him just a little bit, watching him continue to tremble. For a moment he opened his mouth to retort, but one look at you and he couldn't do it. His mouth closed and he looked down ashamedly.

You laugh at his demeanor, and reach out to gently take his chin in your hand and raise it so he could face you. "Awww, don't be shy. I understand, your first human is truly irresistible." You give him a challenging look, and he gulps nervously. "However, next time, Mammon… All you have to do is ask. I'd be happy to satisfy all your burning curiosities. Besides, there's plenty more of these in that hamper." You lift up your panties with one finger, dangling it in front of his eyes. He bites his lips and his eyes widen at your gesture. He begins to lean towards them, as though attempting to get another whiff. You smile and pull them away from him, laughing at his dejected expression.

"Come on, I have to wash these for now. How about you be good and go wait in your room? Perhaps I'll bring you the ones I'm wearing now." Your enticing offer immediately stifles whatever excuse he was about to shout about the unfairness of it all. He simply nods and scurries away, eager to receive a prize for being obedient.

Levi:

Levi shrieks like a little girl, fumbling his grip on your panties and dropping them in the heap of other discarded clothes from his prior ransacking. "I… I-I-I… U-Um… I!!!" He stammers, desperately scrambling for an excuse, a way to escape from this embarrassing predicament. He lifts his arms in front of his eyes, shielding himself from your gaze. "I-I DIDN'T MEAN TO!!" He shouts, probably alerting the entire House of Lamentation. He slowly sinks into the corner of the room, curling into a ball as though you were hovering over him. His mumbled "I'm sorry"s and "I'm just a dirty otaku pervert"s are eventually lost to his hiccups and tearless sobs. Gosh, he's so dramatic.

You just stand there, chuckling to yourself for a moment, before drawing closer, slowly taking short steps towards him. With every click of your shoes on the floor, the more he seemed to cave in on himself, even revealing his tail to curl it around him. His sobs were no longer audible, but he was still shaking, and muttering to himself about how he couldn't believe he'd let himself do that. You sank down to your knees and patted him on the back, partially soothing him and partially asking for his attention. After a few pats he looks up, the most comically distressed look on his face, and immediately hides behind his arms again to protect himself. Before you can say anything, genuine apologies spill from his lips, broken by extreme stammers. "I-I am SO sorry MC, I sh-should never have d-done that, I'll n-never look at you again-" and so on, so forth, each stammered promise more extreme than the last.

You can only roll your eyes affectionately at his actions. You shake your head and gently tug on his arm, forcing him to peer over it at you. "Well, it's not exactly okay, but next time, please ask me." A mischievous grin spreads across your face as you say this, eager to gauge his reaction.

He blinks at you confusedly, before realization flickers across his face and a crimson blush spreads all over his features. "WH-WHA?!" He exclaims in surprise, jumping as soon as it hit him.

You simply smile and back away, picking up your discarded underwear that he held only moments ago. "Just ask. If you want some." You smirk at him, standing upright and gathering your clothes together to put them all back in the hamper. You glance back at him. "I don't have any except the ones I'm wearing now, so you'll have to wait." You smirk at him and turn away, focusing on the laundry before hearing him slither out of the room, his heavy breathing muffled.

Satan:

Of all the brothers, to be honest, you least expected him. Even Lucifer wouldn't be much of a surprise, considering how he has no such outlet for being pent up. But Satan had books. And yet, despite all those books, some erotica and some educational, here he was, unsatisfied, seeking the real thing through going through your laundry. On second thought, maybe that was believable.

He immediately froze, whipping himself around to face you and promptly dropping the panties on the pile of clothes in shock. He stared at you wide-eyed for a moment, before realizing he’d dropped his long-awaited bounty. He ripped his eyes away from you and set them on the panties instead, reaching down to pick them up again, and turning his face away, holding them out to you. He was flushed red, from the height of his cheekbones to the base of his neck. He probably knew that you never would have expected him, which was why being caught was so humiliating to him. You snicker into your hand, and he trembles in embarrassment at your laughter, still holding out the panties. You graciously reach forward and accept them, plucking them from the tips of his fingers. He quickly retracted his hand, still trembling and refusing to look at you.

You would have expected him to be shouting all sorts of profanities and curses alike, anything to deflect and avoid the situation at hand, because he is simply full of wrath. But he simply stood, trembling, and turned away, his eyebrows creased downwards in an unsurprisingly angered expression. Perhaps he was more angry at himself than the situation and that was why he was turned away? Regardless, you placed the underwear back in your hamper and moved to collect the rest of the clothes, and Satan wordlessly helped you, still blushing furiously and refusing to look at you.

When the task was done and the hamper was full, he made to leave, but you commanded him to stay. Rooted to the spot and unable to move due to your pact, he stayed, but refused to turn to you. His neck was still very red. You approached him from behind and placed a hand on his back, making him jump. You simply chuckled in response and said “Please Satan, the next time those erotica books aren’t doing it for you, you just have to ask.”

His breathing picked up and his flush grew redder and deeper. You could hear the slight wet sounds of his mouth opening and closing, as though he had something to say. You waited patiently for him to speak, but he eventually growled and stalked off, posture tight as a stitch. You knew he’d cave eventually.

Asmodeus:

Well, this guy’s shameless. The color did indeed drain from his face at first, but it was quickly replaced with a humble blush and a knowing smirk. He was still holding the panties rather close to his face. “Sorry, doll…” He drawls, gazing at you with lidded, suggestive eyes. “Couldn’t help myself.” He giggles after saying that, whisking the panties away from his face and hiding his hand behind his back. He leaned forward and put a finger to his lips, smiling devilishly. “You can keep a secret, right sweetheart? I don’t want my brothers to know about this…” He mock pouts, and you roll your eyes. You’d figured it was him because most of the ones that went missing were pink, and we all know who adores that color.

You could also tell he knew you weren’t exactly uncomfortable with this, him stealing your intimates for his own personal desires. Of course you weren’t, he was your suitor. You sigh and shake your head. “Sure, Asmo. But, let’s be more polite and ask me next time, okay?”

He throws his head back and laughs, as though genuinely amused at your words. When he finishes laughing, he wipes a tear from his eyes and mutters “Politeness from a demon… Really…” He flips his hair over his shoulder and smiles at you. “If it is what you wish. However…” His voice turned sly and low, as he revealed his hand once again and dangled your panties from his hand. “I’ll be taking these for now, dear.”

You laugh at him, and he simply smiles wider in response. “Well, sure, but… wouldn’t you like a fresher pair?”

The words stop him in his tracks. His eyes widen and his mouth drops open as he realizes your offer. However, he is only shocked for mere moments before smirking again, another blush dusting his cheeks, a drunken look on his face. “Oh, dear!” He squeals, walking over to you and holding your face between his hands, bringing himself very close to you. “I would very much like a fresher pair~. You come to my room later, okay? I’ll be waiting~.” He taps your nose and begins moving away, blowing a kiss your way and winking as he drops the panties into your open palms.

You wondered what the rest of the day would be like.

Beelzebub:

Honestly, you wouldn’t be surprised if he was doing this simply out of curiosity. You'd be willing to excuse it. Poor guy, didn't know how to approach you so instead resolved to innocently nick away your clothing for innocent, curious inspections. You were prepared to forgive him after giving him a slap on the wrist.

You are surprised, however, when he starts profusely apologizing, clutching the panties in his hand, muttering about how he just couldn’t satiate his hunger.

His face is red and his head is bowed forward, not making eye contact with you. Suffice to say this is not what you expected. You cock your head to the side, looking at him curiously. "Beel…" And he immediately looks up obediently. You don't even have to ask. "...What kind of hunger?"

You figured you knew what he meant, but couldn't resist a little teasing. He squirms under your gaze, bowing his head down again and clenching and unclenching his hands, panties still gripped in both. He purses his lips before explaining, "I'm not sure how to explain it, MC, but when I smell you, I get hungry." He is still avoiding your gaze, but you can tell he's being sincere. "And it's not hungry for food, it's more like… a strong, lustful hunger… And I've never felt that before, so I was curious." His head is still bowed shyly, and he's raised his hand to hold out the panties. "I'm sorry, MC. I won't do it again."

You smiled genuinely at his sincerity and apology, your heart swelling just slightly. "No worries, Beel." You take the panties from him and pile them into the hamper. "Will you help me put the clothes back?"

He nods and helps you pile your clothes back into the hamper, a light blush still on his cheeks. Once you're done, you turn to him, smiling mischievously. "Beel. The next time you want a pair, please don't be afraid to ask me, okay? I'll be happy to help you."

Beel bursts into a blush wordlessly, his eyes widening at your offer. Hesitantly, he nods, clenching his eyes shut before turning on his heel and walking away, probably off to the kitchen. He's a glutton, right? He'd be back.

Belphegor:

Of all demons, the Avatar of Sloth is tirelessly rummaging around in your laundry? Of all types? He looks at you, color still drained from his face, before tiredly huffing and looking down at the spoils of his efforts, probably contemplating if it was all worth it. He sighs and looks up at you again, too tired to be embarrassed, and hands you the panties before collapsing into the pile of your clothes he'd created from his rummaging. He turns over like he's getting ready to sleep, and mutters a quick "Sorry. G'night."

You're tempted to laugh at his actions, and you almost do, but you decide to poke him back awake. He protests a little bit, rolling over back and forth and wiggling out of your reach, before huffing and whining. "Comfy. Smells like you. Tired. G'night." You roll your eyes and decide to use your pact to your advantage.

"Belphegor. Get up."

Suddenly overcome by the power of the pact, he finds it fit to rise off of the pile, taking his sweet time. He stretches, curving his back and whipping his tail around in annoyance. "What? What now?"

"I need to wash these, Belphie. I can't stuff you into the washing machine." You chuckle lightly, moving to gather the pile and place it in the wash.

Belphegor whines in protest. "What about me? Your smell helps me sleep…" He looks away, a light blush on his cheeks.

Your eyebrows rise in surprise. "And this is why you've been stealing my intimates?" He rolls his eyes and quietly mutters something about getting off but waves away his comment before you can respond.

"Doesn't matter." He quiets down and leans against the wall, waiting for you to finish. When you turn to him questioningly, he simply raises an eyebrow. "What? I fully intend to drag you to my room to sleep with me. If I can't have your panties then I'll just have you." He turns away and blushes furiously despite his words being quite direct. You simply laugh.

"Don't worry. I'll be done soon."

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a/n: waaaaaaaaah i hope u all enjoyed! it's a little cringe yea and i apologize if anyone was slightly ooc i did my best!! i don't have a masterlist or anything yet but if u liked this please lmk! i plan on writing one for the other dateables soon!

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a lesson in restraint

summary: you try out some handcuffs on rafe

notes: this one real filthy guys, lots of things that would get anyone hot under the collar--tread carefully! ;) there is something sort of close to dubious consent at the start, as (spoiler) he doesn't know what the reader is going to do to him, so i advise those that enjoy content like that to make sure your irl partners are on board with whatever you partake in beforehand! and always wrap before you tap. this concludes my safe sex psa enjoy

tags: rafe cameron x reader

word count: 1533 a short one

“I have an idea,” you whisper, pulling away from his mouth.

He looks up at you, wondering what you’re on about, and his chest heaves. He has you in his bed, in his lap, and he can’t fathom how you have anything on your mind besides fucking. It’s the express purpose of coming to his house this time of night, in fact.

“Hold on.” You clamber off his lap, stumbling to your backpack.

“Nice walk there.” He grins and sits up on his hands. You give him a look, rifling through the contents of your backpack.

“Close your eyes,” you say, and he sees your hands meet behind your back. He cranes his neck to see what you’re holding, but you turn away quickly. “I said close.”

“Why’re you so bossy?” He asks more to himself, grumbling, and sits back against his headboard, eyes obediently closed. He pulls both of his arms behind his head, favoring his own skin over the cold wood. You have him wrapped around your finger. He hears you climbing back into bed and tries to peek an eye open, but you slap a hand over his eyes.

“You’re naughty.”

“Oh, try me.”

“Lean up for a second.” He can practically see you chewing your lip in thought, something secret on your mind. But he obeys.

Cold metal meets his wrists, and then he’s cursing to himself.

“Y/N.”

“Yes? Eyes open,” you murmur. He opens his eyes and sees your smug, stupid face. Just as he thought, when he glances up he sees his wrists clasped together with handcuffs to one of the many knobs of his bed frame.

“Where’d you get these?” He sighs.

“The sex shop in Barkwood.” You curl a hand around his neck and sit closer to him.

“You walked past all the other things I like and bought these? Get them off,” he groans, head falling back against the headboard. “Fuck.”

“No. You keep them on. You said you’d let me do anything I want.” You lean and press a kiss to his mouth, humming.

“I’m serious.” He nearly falls for your kiss, chasing your face when you pull away, but refocuses his thoughts. His handcuffed hands stop him. “Get them off.”

“I’m serious,” you say, quiet and sexy, and reach to take off your shirt. His eyes fall on your bare chest, and he leans forward to get his mouth on them despite his predicament. You lean further from him, giggling, and he curses your existence.

“Y/N. Baby. Please.”

“I like you saying please,” you comment absentmindedly, and scoot off his lap to discard your boxer shorts. When you climb back into his lap, you’re naked, and something hard presses suddenly to your pelvis. You fumble with the waistband of his pajama pants, and he fights the way his hips jerk up into you.

“I’m gonna get you back so bad for this,” he whispers at you, and you just smile.

“I bet you will,” is all you say, and then you’ve got his dick out and pressed up against your thigh. He makes a noise, testing the cuffs with a pull. The metal bites into the skin of his wrists but he ignores the sharpness.

“I better be getting my dick sucked for this.” It’s like he’s just talking to himself, as you ignore him and spit into your hand. You scoot up, bracing a hand on his stomach, and sink down onto him. You’re silent, but he lets out a desperate “fuck”. His eyes close briefly, and when he opens them again you’re staring.

You rise up, his dick slipping out until just an inch remains inside you, and then push back down with a sigh. He presses his lips together, refusing to give you the satisfaction. Your hands find his face, and then you’re kissing him sweetly and innocently. But your hips have a mind of their own, and you’re circling them and fucking down onto him with a huff.

“You’re going to be bleeding when I’m done with you after this,” he grits out through his teeth, and his head fails him: he glances down at where your pussy meets him. You’ve got him so deep you shudder when your hips start to move again, but fight the shaking.

You take a moment to just look at him then. All 230 pounds of him are drawn tight, biceps curled over his head and abdomen tense with the restraint it takes to not fuck into you. His chest is glowing and pink, and you pet a hand down between his pecs.

“So pretty,” you murmur, one hand finding your nipple as the other settles itself on his strong waist. His cheeks turn pink slightly, and he huffs out a breath.

The very premise of having him tied up like this makes your walls clench around him, and then he’s groaning. You meet his mouth to swallow the noise and start to find a rhythm. He wishes so fucking badly he could grab your body and flip you over and drive you into the mattress with a hand around your throat-- but alas. He’s stuck.

Your noises start to get louder and longer, and he sees your chest start to flush with exertion. The way your tiny fingers pluck your nipples makes his dick twitch inside you, and you smile at the feeling. Bitch.

“You’re so fucking dirty, you know that?” His lips part with a pant, tensing his legs and bucking up into you. You jerk forward and catch yourself with a hand on his collarbone.

“Just trying to catch up to you,” you breathe, and connect your mouth messily and wetly. “Always making me feel so good, I wanted to return the favor. You fuck me so good,” you say into his mouth.

His chest swells slightly with the praise, and his chest heaves.

“Fuck, Y/N. You’re fucking evil.”

You just grin and lean back with your hands on his thighs, and start to properly fuck yourself on him. His brain short circuits. Your thighs burn with the effort, but you can’t stop— you bring a hand down and rub your clit in circles right in front of his face. He curses, spitting right between your legs, and you gasp.

“That’s right. Touch yourself.”

Even though this was supposed to be all about him, with you in control, you can’t help but do what you’re told.

“Just like that. God, you’re so fucking wet for me. There you go,” he grunts, jerking his hips up into you. Your head falls back, but you lean back forward onto his lap and balance yourself on your knees. Your hips move in circles, fingers still between your legs, and you squeeze him. He lets out a breathy noise, maybe even a whine, and stares intently where you rub yourself. You sit up, hips slowing and fingers speeding up, and shudder into an orgasm on his dick. It’s fucking torture to have you feel like this on his dick, but you catch your breath and stay on his lap.

“I’ll be nice,” you say, merciful, and kiss him again. He leans into you again, but gets you this time. Then you pull away, and he chases you with his teeth close to your neck. You slip him out and slide back, and he sighs when you finally get his dick into your mouth.

“Filthy girl,” he sighs, eyelids falling closed. “Tasting yourself on me.”

You just hum in agreement, and push him so far into your throat that you wince and pull back. You slap the head on your tongue, eyes rising innocently to his, and watch him seethe. But then you get your mouth back on him, and you let him fuck up into your throat, and he doesn’t feel so scorned. His hips stutter after a couple strokes, and then with a loud, throaty groan he’s cumming down your throat. You make a sound of approval and pull off, only to get back on his lap and kiss him. He tastes himself, cheeks red, and thanks God for your mouth.

“Not so bad, huh?” You ask, panting when you pull away, and look at him. He just chews his lip, eyes betraying him. He looks satisfied.

“Can you get me out of these, please?” He looks up at you with false earnest eyes. You pout.

“False innocence will get you nowhere, Rafe,” you say, but then you’re retrieving the handcuff keys from the bedside table and reaching to unlock them.

He sighs in relief, rubbing at his wrists when they’re freed.

But then he looks up. There’s something building in his eyes, and his lips curl slightly. His hands find your waist and he kisses you tenderly, and you sigh into him.

“You better pray for stamina, sweetheart. ‘Cause one isnt enough for me,” he murmurs sweetly into your lips.

Your eyebrows draw together, and you pull away.

“I thought you said you could only get hard every—,” you fall silent when he fixes you with a hand around your neck, and tight. He squeezes. He pulls your face close, lips barely touching.

“I'm not talking about me.”

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