#obey me thirst

[mourningwings]

(thirst) — dirty dateables ✧⁺ . ₊

— author's note: as i promised :) part one here!

diavolo who promised time and time ago that he would uphold his royal bloodline one way or another, either by conceiving a future heir or by fucking his eternal consort good enough that you yearn for nothing more than to stay with him and his (admittedly) large length.

barbatos who is far better with his two-pronged tail than his cock at working you over to sweat, tears, and an "impressive" mess of cum (his words, not mine).

simeon who should knows he shouldn't, shouldn't, shouldn't- but he just can't help himself (but he can definitely help you) when your soft moans beg more like prayer.

solomon who's fingers, so long and pale, help him flick through spellbook pages with ease or to sort through herbs and bottles, and especially, to fill and stretch whatever hole of yours needs him. he's so good at handling special liquids, after all.

thirteen who nearly crushes your head with tattooed thighs when your tongue first dips inside her cunt. thirteen who shakes and quivers with such a sweet cry because "you're so good, you're so good, you're so good".

understqrs Ⓒ 2O23

[devildomwriter]

You don’t understand though, I NEED him to look at me like this

[touyaspeach]

1 day...

Minors do not interact.

Masterlist

Lucifer knows that when all is said and done, you will always come back to him. You can pitter around with his brothers, the angels, the sorcerer, even his lord and his butler, but you will always return to him.

When they just don't scratch your itch the way he does, when they leave you wanting -- aching for the kind of touch only he can provide, you come back to him. Always and without fail.

He touches you with reverence because he knows you like to be appreciated. He knows where and how hard to hit to leave you wanting more without going too far. He knows you so intimately and fully, that he has no doubt that regardless of your antics and desires, you belong to him.

Something inside him swells as he slaps his cock against your clit and you whine, needy, eager. It's a sweet pain, he knows you like this, too. You gaze up at him bleary-eyed and adoring and he'd bring down the heavens if it meant getting to see you like this more often.

"Say it," his voice is gentle and commanding.

"I need you, Lucifer, please make me yours," you mewl, and he smiles softly. He leans down and presses a soft kiss to your lips while lining up to your entrance.

You need him. Him. He draws back, cups your face so tenderly you could cry, and gingerly pushes into you. It's slow, he delights in you feeling every inch of him stretching you, in your gasps and whines and the expression you make. So beautiful. His.

His pace is purposeful, exactly how you like it, and his hands roam your body. He touches your nipples, traces sweet confessions into your skin as his fingers slide down to your clit. He plays you like the finest harp, delicate and deliberate.

You come so easily and he knows this, too. He loves how quickly he can make you reach your pleasure, and he loves how it just makes you want him more.

He will give you more. He will give you all. Everything he is, ever has been, ever will be, is yours.

He pulls your legs over his shoulders and presses you into the sheets, kissing your ankle before relentlessly pounding into your sweet spot. Every thrust a sinful delight, perfect in the way that you know him to be. Even when chasing his own end, he brings you to yours twice more, and he comes with a low, delicious moan against your skin.

He is adoring even as you both catch your breath, as you come down from your release, with soft small kisses everywhere he can reach. And it is that love that always brings you back to him.

[onyourowndaisymae]

jes sent me official art of his hands so if anything this is her fault

thinking about solomon's hands again. long, soft fingers-- all of his dirtiest work is usually done by a demon, after all-- with short nails. his skin is porcelain, so pale and unblemished, another symptom of the immortality that keeps him in its grasp. they're lithe and oh so amazing. and when the tips of his fingers curl into that spongy, delightful spot deep in your cunt, stars illuminate your vision so vividly that you can't see the smirk on his face. thank god for those pretty, long fingers solomon has.

[another-lost-mc]

a/n: sometimes I post horny on main and forget to post it here where it belongs.

➤ thinking about: lucifer's gloves

nsfw | thirsty thoughts | afab!reader

one way Lucifer likes to tease you is to straddle your waist and keep your body caged between his thighs as he takes off his gloves. he bites the soft leather between his teeth and tugs them off, one finger at a time. some nights after he's been knuckle-deep inside you, he taps your lips and makes you take them off with your teeth for him. he wonders how you like the taste of your musky arousal mixed with the earthy leather; his gloves are warm from his fingers and wet with your slick. he hopes you find it as addictive as he does.

[devilevlls]

I love the thought of Lucifer being so romantic and gentle with you daily but completely wild in bed. 

Just imagining him treating you so sweetly the whole day, just to completely ravage you when the night comes. That gives me chills. 

Masterlistɞ

[angelltheninth]

Because Lucifer would be too pround to admit he's in love he would keep it a friends with benefits relationship as long as he can. There's no need for words when he's balls deep inside of your cunt, when you're in tuned to his desires to fuck you brainless and you're happy to let him do so. He'll keep this up for as long as he can until one day the confession slips out right as he's in the middle of ejaculating.

[carleycore]

tw -> vouyerism, smut ofc, exhibition

paring -> Diavolo x reader w some luci and barbs

a/n -> lowkey bad but i wanna try this style

thinking about cockwarming Diavolo while he does his work.

Lucifer, Barbatos, and multiple demons come in with questions or to provide him with more work, but you sit still. Focused on the window behind you that looked over the city.

it was an unspoken rule to act like you weren’t there, even though the way their breath would hitch or a tent would start to show in their pants they didn’t say anything.

sometimes he’d have you in a reverse position during a meeting, toying with your clit while he discussed business.

everyone in the room knew not to look at you. even when you were squirting all over the table and moaning loudly as you came.

sometimes, whenever he would be meeting with Lucifer alone or Barbatos came in to bring in some tea he’d allow them to pleasure you too.

it was obvious to anyone that he loved you, especially seeing all the riches he’d spoil you with.

it was unconventional but the only thing that was better than his love was his dick.

i hope you guys enjoy, im like in love with him rn <3

[pinkaditty]

Pervert Pt 3 (Newspaper Club; Obey Me!SWD)

ohhhh my GOOOOOOOOOOOD i finally did it. it's over it's over it's over i did it i did it everyone enjoy this. holy shit

a/n: PERVERT PART THREE AS PROMISED WOOOOOOO!! i finally finished i promised id deliver and here we are!! some of these may be out of character because im slightly unfamiliar with these characters BUT i hope you all enjoy regardless. please let me know if you enjoyed! next, im working on all these asks that keep pouring in...

cw: fem!mc (undergarments such as bras and panties are mentioned, but mc could be a crossdresser), fem undergarments, perverted behavior, underwear stealing, etc. let me know if i missed anything!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, AS USUAL. PLEASE RESPECT MY BOUNDARY.

Mephistopheles:

He immediately startles and drops the panties to the floor. His lips twitch downwards into a frown and his gloved fingers curl into fists. His face burns red with embarrassment. Poor guy. The richest, most prestigious, most prominent noble of the entire Devildom, known for keeping his cool and being as haughty as a King… is frozen in place, here, watching you with wide eyes, after being caught rooting around through your laundry, for what anyone could assume were less than pure intentions. 

It’s not a very good day for him.

If he wants to say something, he can’t. You watch as his mind spins, trying to come up with a notable retort, but you are both well aware that by the time he does, the tremendous pause in your discussion, already quite long and stifling, will have rendered it useless. You are both at a standstill, you clearly with the upper hand. But you know Mephisto, and how he’s not one to back down. But it’s not like you will, either. 

When you take a step towards him, he jolts back, broken out of his frozen trance. He sputters indignantly, desperately coming up with something to say in response.

“F-First of all!” He’s practically spitting the words out at you, furious red blush across his face. You wait for him to speak, but he appears to have trouble getting anything out. All that he can get out for a few moments is nothing but false starts, angry sighs, and mortified groans. Then, he finally speaks. “If you so much as mention this to anyone else…!” 

You want to say he’s already bluffing without hearing the rest of his threat. What could he do to possibly save his reputation from such an incredible embarrassment? He’s far too honest to paint you as a liar, and far too kind to blame you, anyway. If anything, the only thing he would do is refuse to admit the truth and never speak of the topic. Which, honestly, was probably the best that could come out of this… If he was willing to leave it behind, at least.

You were admittedly more curious about what drove him to this level. He had never been too slow to show his obvious disdain for humans, especially you for your closeness to Diavolo. He was plenty kind, but he wasn’t nice, and that was that. So, after showing nothing short of polite dislike for you… What was he doing here? Part of you almost couldn’t believe it. The human hater himself… chasing after a whiff of human pheromones? Sexual ones, at that?

You only realize he was lecturing you on keeping quiet when you return from your thoughts. 

“-And quite frankly, I believe you owe it to me to keep quiet. It’s not every day I open my doors to anyone - a human, no less - and allow them to stay temporarily simply because the demon lost his temper.” He turns away and huffs, crossing his arms. In his rambling, his blush had significantly lessened, and his embarrassment faded. “I am only doing this for the sake of Lord Diavolo.”

Yeah, right. 

You decide to be teasing. The amused expression on your face turns into a questioning one, eyebrow raised and lips quirked downwards. “Which part are you doing for Lord Diavolo’s sake? Taking me in or stealing my intimates?”

He sputters immediately at your question, looking at you incredulously. “I-!” He starts, and you can almost tell he was going to say something along the lines of ‘I beg your pardon!’ and then realized he was in no position to say such things. “You…!” He points at you, as though to get a point across, then falters and retracts. He is visibly fuming, clearly very angry that he is unable to get a proper retort out. It takes everything in you not to laugh at him. “Ugh!” He turns on his heel and begins to walk away, and almost manages to, before you toss the panties he dropped right at the back of his head. He stops in his tracks, curling his hands into fists at his sides. He is absolutely seething, and you can tell. He plucks them off of his head and grips them tightly, as if to send you a threatening message. You only laugh.

“Come back to me when you’d like a fresh pair!” You giggle at him and walk back into the laundry room to finish your chore. As you complete your wash, you hear his grumbling and stomping all the way down the hall. He does not return the panties. 

Raphael: 

Wordlessly, silently, he startles, staring at you like a deer in headlights. His eyes widen like saucers, but his lips remain closed. The longer he stands there, idling, the more you wonder what exactly he's hoping to achieve. He doesn't so much as twitch. 

After you think you've been standing here long enough, waiting for him to move, you roll your eyes and harden your gaze on him. 

“Gonna give them back or not, pervert?” You crook an eyebrow upwards and tilt your head at him. He looks down, almost visibly deflating. His reaction is almost unexpected. He looks genuinely sad, looking pitifully down at the panties he held in his hand. 

You got the slight feeling that this was probably an act, but you didn’t comment on it. You simply shook your head and held out your hand, motioning for him to hand them over. Politely, he does, gently placing them in your hand and bowing his head, pursing his lips. “I… I apologize, MC. This won’t happen again.”

You sigh, shaking your head. “It shouldn’t,” you said firmly, turning away from him to move to complete the wash, before continuing, “At least, not without my permission first.”

You hear his sudden intake in breath, but decide not to pay it any mind. The weight of the realization on him hangs heavily in the air, joined by absolute silence except for your movements, putting your laundry in the wash. You have to wait a while before you hear him open and close his mouth a few times, clearly conflicted on what to say, before he finally stammers, “Wh-What are you saying?”

“I’m saying,” you start, turning to him, holding another lacy pair of panties in you hands, “that I wouldn’t mind if you needed my pheromones so badly for a fix. You just have to be a good boy and ask.”

He sputters indignantly for a moment, his eyes widening, and a blush spreading across his face. You only smile, and turn back to your chore, wordlessly continuing to put them away. He shuffles in place before helping you, probably attempting to sweeten the deal before he asks. You don’t mind, however, and let him assist you.

When the chore is finally done and the wash is going, he turns to you. “I know you probably don’t have any I could use now…” He speaks slowly, as though carefully considering every word before it comes out. It must be a difficult request. “But, when they start to pile up, would it… be alright, if I borrowed some?” He doesn’t look at you. He can’t bear to. He doesn’t need to, though. The embarrassment is painted quite clearly all over his face and ears, a deep shade of red. He’s looking down at his clasped hands and worrying his lip between his teeth. Was it this important to him to be able to indulge himself? You find yourself more and more surprised at the attitudes of these demons and angels day after day. 

“Sure.” You simply sigh, amused by his shyness. Your face twists into a smirk, however, when an offer comes to mind. “In fact… Maybe when the day is done, I can give you the pair I’m wearing now. How does that sound?”

He’s practically frozen now, the blush across his face the only thing capable of melting him. He swallows roughly and stiffly nods, walking away robotically to leave the room. You only watch him, amused, thinking about how the ending of your day would go.

Thirteen: 

She yelps, jumping ten feet into the air in surprise at your sudden appearance. She fumbles the panties in her hands, looking guilty as ever. Her eyes flick from you to her hands nervously, as though fearing judgment. Before you can say anything, she clenches her hands shut, squeezing her eyes shut tight, and begins apologizing profusely. “I’m sorry, MC! This really shouldn’t have happened, I just got way too curious and I had to-! Well…” She trails off, biting her lip. “I hope you aren’t too mad at me… I still do want that soul of yours, y’know.” She says this innocently, as though you’ll forgive her if she widens her eyes and pouts her lips. Which, honestly, would be tempting, but it’s less so tempting when you glance down to the panties she still clutches in her grasp. She notices this and hides them behind her, a blush creeping onto her face. 

“Hey… you wouldn’t mind me keeping these, would you? Your soul is nice and all, but…” She pouts, very clearly for show, and looks at you with wide eyes, begging without saying anything. You’re ready to call bullshit on her, and quite loudly at that. However, you simply sigh, exhausted, and hold out your hand.

“Come on. Hand them over.”

She sighs begrudgingly and hands them over, plopping them down in your hand. “You’re no fun.” She struts away from you and plops down on a nearby chair, sighing dramatically and laying across the chair in a fainting pose. “Could’ve kept something of my beloved’s for when they inevitably return to the underworld, but no. I’ve got to sit here and long for them.” She sighs dramatically again, melting into the chair. You roll your eyes and walk over to her, peering down at her.

“How about I come back? Visit with a fresher pair?” A wicked smile grows on your face as you say this, the thought of the offer stirring you with mirth.

She shoots up at once, her light blush deepening into a cherry red. She looks at you with wide eyes and her mouth slightly parted in shock.

“...Do you mean it?”

“Sure.” You say, shrugging, and stepping back from her. You smile at her, as though waiting for her to take the offer. Of course, she snaps at it. 

“Hmm. I still want those ones. They’re pretty and purple.” She points to the ones you’re holding, a wide smirk on her face now. You only roll your eyes again.

“Fine. But only if you wash them.”

“Deal.”

a/n: woooooooohooooooooo! it's finally done! im so, so sorry for making you all wait so long! thank you so much for being so patient with me! please, enjoy this, and don't be afraid to leave a comment, reblog, or sumbit an ask! i love to know what you all think of my writing!

[shh-om]

sorry for the colored text 😞 tumblr is acting up and i can’t see the plain color. (draft)

any way, i’m thinking about all the possibilities for pantie thieves in the hol 🤭

under read more is nsfw 🤭

whoever got laundry duty staring at the fabric, throat all dry, getting flushed… maybe just taking a curious sniff? he knows he shouldn’t but it smells so good… and laundry machines do tend to steal things sometimes, right? so you won’t notice if he pockets your underwear to jerk off in later, right?

OR whoever slips into your room at night to cuddle, stealing a pair from your dirty hamper when they leave in the morning, and when you meet them at the kitchen table they’re in an unusually flustered mood~

maybe even diavolo catches onto this when you casually mention needing some more grimm during tea for some more undergarments…. he questions the brothers, and when they spill, keeps the secret in exchange for getting a pair every once in a while!

[mourningwings]

(thirst) — seven avatars of sin (and sex) ✧⁺ . ₊

— author's note: ermmm.. let me know if y'all want the dateables version (+ thirteen) / part two here!

lucifer who takes his time pulling off his gloves with his teeth before he relinquishes just a tiny bit of his pride, kneels, and goes down on you with earnest, large hands strong-hugging your hips.

mammon who keeps a favorite necklace and refuses any urges to sell it because it's for you. mammon who whispers a ridiculous future gamble into your ear as he bends you over, tugs on that pretty chain around your neck, and tells you over and over just how good you look taking him like you are.

leviathan who can't really focus on his game anymore because that win-streak meant nothing with you sat so gorgeously on his cock. leviathan who winds his tail around you and keeps you in place because any slight movement is gonna have him cumming hot and right inside.

satan who claims he isn't angry as he pounds into you with abandon, body dipped over yours as his chin presses in your back, words of praise (and long-past anger) spitting almost as much as his cock does.

asmodeus who begs to tie you up in silk ribbons and bows. asmodeus who can't help but gush over how good you look "all wrapped up", nor can he hide the fast-growing tent in his cute new jeans.

beelzebub who knows better than to bite you with any real strength, no matter how good you looked to eat. beelzebub who still can't help but make a meal out you, tasting you wherever he could with that skillful tongue of his.

belphegor who lets you borrow his favorite pillow but only if you'll let him warm himself up inside you (and if you'll give some it use when your head tilts back, breathless).

understqrs Ⓒ 2O23

[cosmicstarlatte]

All day at work I've been thinking about choking Belphie during sexy time cuz like. . . .he did that to us and im still salty about it. Kinda just wanna be mean to him♥

Asjdkgklzkal AND HE'D BE SO INTO IT TOO💖💖💖

⚠️nsfw mdni tysm // rough mc, breath play+slapping

Just imagine riding him for the first time and all of a sudden you get the urge to wrap your fingers around his neck -squeezing - and he moans, feeling him twitch hard inside you

"what? you like when I do this to you?" He lets out a small whimper as you continue to fuck and choke him, slightly adding more pressure to his neck, "after everything that's happened, you enjoy having me choke you? pathetic."

"Hah!...d-do any...p-punishment, ah" belphie chokes out, drooling, his fingers dig into your hips holding onto you as you continue to dominate him.

"Punishment? Please, you'd enjoy it Belph," You slap him across the face with your other hand. He lets out a muffled moan as you feel his cock pulsate and start spilling his hot cum inside you. You continue riding him as he becomes a whimpering mess and slap him once more,

"-But fine. I'm gonna milk my little cow for everything he's got." ♡

[touyaspeach]

Oh yea. Belphie has the nurse n' jerk kink for sure.

Minors do not interact.

Cw; mommy kink, lactation kink

You're so soft against him, so pliable under his hands and the way that they squeeze you, that he can't help himself. Your tits are so full and he needs to taste them, needs to take your nipple into his mouth and drink down all that delicious nectar. It's all for him, too. The little potion you'd brewed specially for this specific scenario, for him, causing your breasts to swell with milk just so he can drink it down.

It felt nice, though, the way he massaged them, coaxing his prize out to your bud, which he then encircles with his lips. He moans as the first drop touches his tongue, and wastes no time shoving his hand into his pants.

You hum a little sweet noise that makes his cock throb, the relief as he sucks on your nipple a bit too overwhelming. It felt incredible, and the frantic way he jerks his cock tells you that he's thoroughly enjoying this too.

He squeezes the head of his cock to keep from coming too quickly, and switches to your other breast which is now leaking. He licks up the droplet, trails it back to its source and latches on, there. He pulls, sucks down a mouthful of your milk, and moans against your skin.

This goes on for a whole, Belphie moving between your tits, drinking them dry, trying desperately not to finish before he's done with you. Only once he's satisfied, does he let himself come. Desperation driving his movements, jerking his aching cock to completion.

His cum spills over his knuckles and dribbles down to his pants and he still sucks on your nipple even though you ran out of milk a while ago.

"So needy," you coo at him, "haven't had your fill?"

He pops off, just to look up at you with lidded, sleepy eyes, "want more of you, mommy."

Well, good for him, you think, that you made quite a large batch of the potion.

[devildom-moss]

Simeon's not-so-sweet-side

(NSFW) | (gn!MC) (dom!Simeon) (MC body insecurity)

Simeon normally only shows you his sweetest side - practically coats you in it until you’re sticky with affection and admiration.

That all changes when he notices you’re feeling self-conscious about your body. If he catches you saying anything cruel about yourself, a switch flips in his brain. How dare you. How could you insult yourself - the person he adores more than anyone else?

His voice would drop, low and cold, chilling you to the core: “Go to bed.”

Yet, somehow, you would find a way to protest his bitter demand. “I’m not tired.”

“I didn’t say ‘go to sleep.’ I told you to go to bed.” He would have a soft smile on his lips, but there would be something horrifying in his voice, so you'd walk over to your bed. “Good. Now lay down on your back. You’re staying in that bed until that head of yours is filled with so much pleasure that there’s no room for even a single cruel thought about yourself.”

He would use his mouth and hands to make you cum as many times as you could handle. All the while, he would try to ignore the growing tightness in his pants. How could you doubt your body? Can’t you see what you’re doing to him?

[jellykis]

Suggestive?

Levi as a paypig for my mc ૮꒰ྀི ⸝⸝․․⸝⸝ ྀི꒱ა …

sigh… i wish i could post nsfw ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡

[arvandus]

Beel would lift heavy weights with his hips and do bench presses on a decline just to prove he can handle you sitting on his face.

And he’s so hot and sexy for it BUT HE’S NOT TRYING TO BE. He’s 100% serious and honest and not trying to show off. He just doesn’t want you to worry. He wants you to trust him.

Which only makes him hotter…