#om! blurbs

[xxgrimml0vrxx]

6:36 AM; Mammon wakes you up with a kiss on the cheek and a tray of breakfast in bed! Just ignore that the toast is a little burnt and the scrambled eggs are cold…..he had to fight off three of his brothers just to make it back to your room…

huge thank you to @akuzonprime !!! for inspiring this timestamp post!!! I love her posts soso much (>’o’)> ♡

#it is me the anon #TYSM AGAIN 💛💛💛 #✧ posts #✧ ​blurbs #✧ mammon #obey me! #obey me mammon x you #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x reader #obey me fluff #obey me blurbs #obey me #om! mammon x reader #om! blurbs

[l3viat8an]

Nsfw Thinkin’ about demon boyfriend! Who loves having an adorable little human like you under his control~

You’re everything he could ever want!!

He gets drunk on the power he holds over you, the power to give or take away your pleasure as he sees fit~

The way you look at him with stars in your eyes, or even better the way you cry ‘n tremble as he gives you too much.

You cum when he tells you to, whether you want to or not doesn’t really matter, you will cum.

Or he can ruin your orgasm and watch as your sensitive little cunt clenches around nothing…….ripping your pleasure away for his own satisfaction……

#1 am thots~ #‘n goodnight <3 #obey me smut #obey me x reader #om! smut #obmswd smut #demon smut #demon x reader #demon x human #monster fucker #ig??? idk in a special mood rn- #smut blurb #roro writes #obey me demon brothers

[sacaydia]

Lucifer’s Comfort Time! ♡

Synopsis: How Lucifer comforts you!

Tags/C/W: Comfort, GN!Reader, Short little blurb thing!

A/N: I have no ideas for Belphegor’s “who will” blurb so enjoy this instead! (Line dividers from @cafekitsune)

Lucifer:

Comforting people has never been his strong suit, Luci was okay at comforting his brothers but he was always a little stiff. When Lucifer finds you crying he really has no idea what to do but you’d never be able to tell with him. Lucifer would kneel down beside and ask, as he’s rubbing your back, if you want a hot tea, as he knows tea has healing properties. If you say yes, he’ll make you one of the special blends Barbatos gave him. If you say no, he’ll just sit there rubbing your back, asking if you want anything else. Lucifer will give anything to make you smile again, and hey you could use that to your advantage if you want something!

#sacaydia-om! #sacaydia-sfw #obey me #line dividers from animatedglittergraphics n more #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me swd #obey me x reader #om! x reader #obey me angst #obey me lucifer #obey me lucifer x reader #om! lucifer #lucifer x reader #obey me comfort #obey me blurb

[mallorydeluna]

Diavolo: *talking to MC at their wedding ceremony* Tonight, no hands are allowed- only your mouth is acceptable.

MC: *attempts to maintain a straight face* Smooth Dia..... Smooth.

Diavolo: *gives her a satisfied smirk and a playful wink* I knew that'd get you~

#obey me #om! mc #om! diavolo #lord diavolo x reader #small blurb #;)

[incorrecttom]

in your arms (lucifer)

a/n; no warnings just overwhelming fluff and a little angst also short asf-

Lucifer loved being held in your arms. Safe and secure with little to o care about what in the world was going on. He loved you more than anything, almost always wanting to be held by you. It could be anytime when you would wrap your tiny little arms around him while your chin would rest on his shoulder.

He loved the feeling of being held, he loved the feeling of not having to proof anything to anyone. He would find comfort in them, he would feel home. Sure things are not going to be like this forever, it will be temporary.

But for now he can pretend that things will be like this forever and ever. That you don't have to go back to the human world, that he would never have to miss you. That he will always have your warmth...

Even though it is for a moment, he would do everything to be in your arms. To smell your sweet perfume, to have you close to his heart.

#om mc #obey me lucifer #obey me fluff #obey me x reader #obey me headcanons #obey me mc #om #blurb #writing blurb

[bbnibini]

Saw this on my twitter timeline and :((((((((

He probably has no reason to look forward to it anymore. Does he even remember most of his earlier years? Or are those memories lost in time, much like the memories of those who used to celebrate his birthdays with him?

Or maybe he chose to forget. In some morbid and ironic way, birthdays, to ordinary humans bring them a year closer to their deaths. It's both a celebration of one's existence and an acknowledgement of one's mortality. But for Solomon, birthdays are merely numbers. Adding up and adding up that counting them doesn't feel necessary anymore.

So he forgets. It's another day. It doesn't matter. I wonder if he feels a sense of dread every time one of his friends celebrate birthdays with him. :(((

#obey me #obey me Solomon #Gonna take a nap now and cry internally about this #om Solomon #obey me shall we date #blurbs

[mimiz12]

Mammon gets lost in the crowd

Lucifer: Don't panic guys I know what to do

Lucifer: MC, I love you

Mammon: merges from hell with an axe STAY IN YOUR LANE BITCH

Lucifer: There he is

#obey me #obey me lucifer #mammon #the great mammon #om! #mc #obey me mc #obey me mammon #luci #incorrect quotes #lucifer mammon #mammon x mc #shorts #blurb #quotes #fluff

[scream-bag]

Mammon canonically is really good at picking things up and understanding quickly

He’s especially good at math and can do complex problems in his head in seconds

He fricken enjoys playing chess wtf (I do to tbh 😬)

And his brothers have begrudgingly said that he’s great at anything that he puts his mind too/cares about

I think the only reason that he’s failing almost all of his classes is honestly because he couldn’t be bothered to actually try in them

He’s the type of guy who could do break down the entire year’s curriculum of AP Calculus for you (for a price ofc; he’s also canonically a good teacher) and then ask you to double check if 6 * 8 is 48

#shall we date otome #obey me shall we date #obey me! mammon #obey me! shall we date? #obey me! #ily mammon #mammon my beloved #mammon avatar of greed #mammon #om! mammon #mammon headcanon #obey me! mammon Headcanons #Headcanons #obey me headcanons #mammon blurb

[allovertheplace-writing]

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The tips of their fingers are calloused yet they trail over the apple of your cheeks as if they were the clouds themselves. Their voice was but a hushed breath when they spoke, "..I love you so, so much, you know?"

- Junpei Iori, Derek Suarez, Mammon, Gorou

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#a little something since i havent posted in a bit #our life beginnings & always #our life derek #derek suarez #persona 3 #x reader #writing #fluff #blurb #obey me mammon #swd om #omtrta #genshin impact #genshin gorou #mammon #junpei iori #p3 junpei #p3 #gi gorou #olba

[pen-observing]

synopsis: Selfish or selfless? Rook isn't completely sure himself about that when it comes to you. But, he doesn't need to be. (aka. the one in which he knows about your sleepless habits and can't ignore them.) ft. Leona.

Part 1 of Rook daydream blurbs. (Gn!reader as always).

Rook wishes for many things in his life but as a child he wished for even more. He supposes that his growth and the art of it all is apparent by that same fact. And it is a good thing. It should be a good thing. As a child, he often felt selfishness was something he excelled at even if his wishes were only repeated inside of his own mind. There are plenty things that make up a person. But he is not a selfish individual; its just that..he isn't quite sure when his wishes started extending in your direction.

Like right now, for example, he wishes you were actually on the bench or in the hallway or NRC. And it is such a simple wish - but he knows what the lack of your presence means right now. You have been kind enough to trust him - to gradually unravel before him the deep inner world of your cosmos. It is trust that glues this all together. And he cannot betray it.

So, when Ace asks him if he knows where you are - Rook lies. Not for his selfishness but to make Ace bother someone else with his simple homework instead. But, would keeping the information also make him more self-serving? You are having a bad day and are probably hanging around the Garden somewhere. And, is him tidying up the lab, changing his clothes and then making his way with that place in mind - is it..selfish? Is it selfish to know you need comfort and that he knows he can provide it for you?

He knows because he already has. Somehow, since the first day you came, he couldn't ignore your subtle signs of tiredness and worry. Rook notices those about everyone. Keen eyes are a gift and he has worked hard to perfect his senses. But, just because he notices them does not mean he will approach every single person and offer his own presence.

With you, it happened naturally. It reminds him of the way spring seems to catch up with the sky.

Oh, and there you are, in the botanical gardens - just like he knew you would be. You are hunched over, your eyes resemble of some artistic effort from a veteran's stroke of trying to paint a truly tired person. At least, the gardens are a comfort place to you. Despite the eyebags, he can see how you smile looking around.

"Could you not sleep again? Is that why you are here?" Politeness would order a greeting first but his curiosity of your wellbeing is number one.

"Maybe Ace is right. You know too much for your own good, Rook."

He isn't hurt by your words because they carry a teasing lilt, and you scoot over to make place for him next to you.

Sitting in grass, he can't help but admire how it all feels. Your hand is in his lap before he even speaks again and he smiles.

He moves his fingers on your wrist, circles it softly with his fingertips. It relaxes you, he knows. And he finds it fun to trail your veins. To softly massage your palm and touch your own fingertips. It helps you.

"Epel stayed the night over because of another argument with Vil and he wanted to sleep in my room with Grim. Well, rather, they both fell asleep in my bed while I was reading."

Your eyes are closing more often and a yawn escapes your mouth.

"Mhmm, I see. And did you have any nightmares when you did fall asleep?"

He can see the water on your eyelashes from the yawn and you are already scooting so that you can lay your head down in his lap.

Rook doesn't find it odd. He doesn't question the nature of your relationship just because of it. This happens. It simply does. No need to deny you the satisfaction of rest.

When you lie down, you close your eyes and tell him about your nightmares. They were short but your voice is slowly trailing off, then you say a random sentence unconnected and he knows you will quickly fall asleep. Rook continues to listen and before long, you are completely asleep. And he cooes at you quietly, keeping himself still. His hunts have prepared him for this.

He just hopes whoever is walking this way has enough sense not to wake you up now. Again, he isn't selfish.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Leona's tone is full of mockery as he scratches the side of his head. "A hunter and a little herbivore. How interesting."

Rook simply smiles at him. Leona not getting a provoked reaction makes him roll his eyes.

"What did I walk into?"

"They have trouble falling asleep in front of other people?"

"And what about you?"

"I am simply not other people, Roi des Lions."

Leona has to roll his eyes again. He doesn't feel the need to question anymore and he leaves. Rook, however, thinks of the answer that left his mouth as if on instinct. Perhaps, he is a bit selfish.

Only a bit. Only for art. And only for you.

A/n: Book 6 has finished some time ago and I am so glad Rook enjoyers are multiplying. I love that little blonde man.

#twst wonderland #twst x reader #rook x reader #twst rook #rook x you #Rook daydream blurbs #Not gi #twsited wonderland #Not om

[witheringwidgetwrites]

Okay but wjat about an mc w super bad asthma? Hypothetical. And they're fine for a while. No one realizes that the fair amount of coughing wasnt normal.

But mc is nervous and cant sleep one night so they go to satan, and they hang out in his bed, among his dusty books, and they both doze off until mc wakes up in a panic, trying to stumble their way to the front door.

Idk im kinda invested tbh.

#obey me satan #om! satan #ideas #blurb

[xxgrimml0vrxx]

a/n sorry I’ve been gone for so long, life is crazy but here’s more Mammon stuff that’s been heavy on my mind 𓄿

⚠️warnings⚠️ breeding, afab reader (no pronouns but the word ‘pussy’) Mammon being greedy.

Mammon has a breeding kink and I will not be argued with. he just does.

Especially in spring, (February to May is when crows typically breed and nest) his mind filled with thoughts of bending you over anywhere and stuffing you with his cum.

He’ll even freeze mid-conversation imagining you plump and round with a child. his child. In his pretty little human.

He’ll go fucking feral for it.

“That’s my good human.....ya look so good underneath me treasure~” Mammon moans as he pounds himself into you.

You don’t remember how many times you’ve cum by now, tears running down your face as you gasp and moan trying desperately to catch your breath.

Mammon just laughs softly as he presses soft kisses to your chapped lips and sweaty face.

The fucked out look on your face makes his cock throb, and he has to look away before he cums too quickly.

Mammon presses his body into yours, face in your neck. His fast thrusts speed up again, the room finning with the sound of sweaty sink slapping against skin.

“If only ya knew what you did to me. You know how crazy this little pussy makes me? Do ya know how bad I need ya sugar? ‘m tellin’ ya it feels like I’m addicted to you….” His voice is low and breathy right in your ear and you whine, nodding your head…..but then again your brain is too fuzzy to really make out what he’s saying.

Mammon laughs again and then bites down on the junction between your neck and your shoulder. It’s what sends you over the edge once more, and milks him dry, moaning each other’s name as you cum together.

Mammon is still shuddering for a full minute after his orgasm. And his cock is still hard inside you, “Ya didn’t think we were done did ya treasure?”

#dividers by cafekitsune #✧ posts #obey me! #obey me #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x reader #obey me mammon x you #om! mammon x reader #✧ mammon #obey me mammon smut #obey me smut #obey me blurbs #obey me x reader #om! smut #om! x reader #om! mammon #smut #anime smut #anime x reader #x reader #x reader smut #mammon x reader #mammon x reader smut #obey me fanfic

[zomb5]

Her skin was writhing and hot against the pink flesh underneath it. It felt unfamiliar. It didn't feel like her own. Was this the real her? Her alone? Was what she did not enough?

It was as if she were blanketed in a long, thin slab of tissue that didn't quite fit her body all the way. Like she was being made from scratch, and someone used the wrong fabric. But, she had done it. Piece by piece, bone by bone, and still; the creation that was her -that was them- didn't feel how she wanted it to. How she painstakingly needed it to. All she felt was herself.

Her own skin clung to her form desperately for any sense of companionship that lay beneath it. Any hint or inkling that there was someone else there. That he was there. And yet. Nothing. It was quiet. So so quiet.

And, like a drain, she felt the once filled cavern within herself empty itself again. It's contents being ripped from her chest and thrown into some sort of omnipotent void that'll eventually laugh at her. That'll tell her how stupid she was for thinking anything differently than what's happened so many times before. That'll shame her for losing another one, for not learning her lesson. That'll criticize her for her wrongdoing. Her crime. Her sin.

#writing #blurb #writers on tumblr #writers block #writeblr #writerscommunity #definitelynotcannibalcoded #IM FREE #WRITERSBLOCKSUCKMYNUTS #om nom nom #shes so silly #any suggestions?

[pinkaditty]

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!

#obey me smut #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me mc #omswd #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me luci x reader #obey me mammon x reader #obey me levi x reader #obey me satan x reader #obey me asmo x reader #obey me beel x reader #obey me belphagor x reader #obey me swd

[incorrecttom]

mortatlity (diavolo)

a/n; angst just angst-

Diavolo was a demon. Well, the demon prince to be exact. Did that matter to you? No, it did not. Did it matter to you that he sometimes would not understand you? Yes. Did he have flaws? Yes. But did you still love him? Of course. You would love to stay with him forever and love him. But then again you were a mortal you were bound to die.

It was either too much of work and pressure or that Diavolo simply chose to be oblivious that.

It was a few days after that he had received a wake up call to spend some time with you rather than be busy with his work. A lower demon had attacked you and you made out alive. Isn't it a good news? Sure, it was but the sad news was that your injuries were a little too deep but healed quickly using magic. He forgot how fragile you were. He forgot about your mortality. He forgot about the limited time he had with you.

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me mc #obey me x reader #om #om mc #obey me angst #obey me diavolo #blurb #writing blurb

[bbnibini]

Some of the things I hate the most in writing a CYOA with a ton of links is:

Having to remember which draft goes first

Having to remember which link to attach to what option

Having to remember which chapter contained a link

Accidentally placing a kudos on your work because you get trigger happy with the bottom buttons. (Please pretend you didn't see it if you read my work 😭)

Forgetting a note you needed to edit and forgetting the HTML code or skin code that needs babying to actually work

That's why working on OTAL had been a needed respite. I hate to part with it but I also really want to finish this fic soon. Expect the update within today or the weekend. Unless I get busy with work again then nvm

#blurbs #ngl i think i have fandom burnout #haven't touched OM for a while #especially after topping up so much to get the Levi event UR it wasn't worth it #i haven't played Genshin at all too #delete later #i think im in my hermit era even moreso than usual lol