#obey me wip

[devildomwriter]

Should I Finish Writing This???

I’m in the middle of writing a CHAOTIC story and I’m trying to figure out if it’s too chaotic. Thought I’d post some parts of it here to see if it’s something you’d like to read?

The Plot — everyone has gathered for a party but some cookies from a new bakery cause everyone to have strange side affects

Diavolo: “Oh I’m a woman now!”

MC: “And you’re still ugly.”

Diavolo: “Thank you very much MC!”

Lucifer: “Give me the box, you’re making this worse. You had pink which means you can only say the opposite of what you mean. Mammon had gold so he can’t stop laughing, Thirteen had light blue because she can’t stop crying, Barbatos clearly had white because he can only meow, Asmo is a woman so he had green. Simeon keeps cussing so he must’ve had blue. I had yellow and that gave me cats ears and a tail.”

Lucifer: “MC was right, who had Orange?”

Beelzebub: “I DID!”

Simeon: “Please me more quiet, motherfucker.”

Beelzebub: “I’M SORRY, SIMEON!”

Lucifer: “Beelzebub you’re banned from talking! Violet, who had violet?”

Satan: “I did.”

Lucifer: “Congratulations, you can no longer lie. That ought to be interesting.”

Satan: “It will not be interesting for me at all!”

Lucifer: “It says the black cookie makes the consumer speak lovingly to whoever they first laid eyes on after eating…”

Leviathan: “Oh no.”

Lucifer: “Who did you look at?”

Leviathan: “I don’t know? But I guess I’ll start talking to them like a normie!?”

Diavolo: “Ahahahahaha!”

Lucifer: *sigh* “I’m too sober for this.

Please let me know in the comments!

@misc-obeyme @asexualmonsterfucker @bao-yu-sarah-morningstar-wang-9

[mammonswhore]

Mammon has a lot of bad habits but his favorite one is feeling the need to touch you. He loves the way his scent is always lingering on your body because he has been hugging you. Mammon is enamored with the way his hands fit perfectly with yours and it's always comfortable to hold each other.

He couldn't acknowledge it at first,he thought it was normal since "yer my partner of course i want to touch ya!" Seemed like something normal to him and everyone. It was normal but not like this.

How could he resist the urge to feel your warmth? He needed to hear your heartbeat, listen to your voice, smell your blood, feel your body by his side. Those were normal needs for a demon.

And who were you to deny the demon what he wants?

You always gave in to the biting,the scenting, everything he did to feel you was perfect.

He was perfect when his eyes turned darker whenever someone's scent sticks to you, he was perfect whenever he asked for permission to touch you and he was more perfect than anyone when he said "Thank you,love" after he scented you back with his smell for everyone to know that he is yours and you are his.

[astaroth1357]

Help Required

Hey ya'll. I'm currently workshopping a Human World AU for the brothers and I'm debating on if I should give the brothers mortal names. I grew up in the cornfields of the American Midwest, so I only know like. Bland, white farmboy names. And I refuse to change Mammon to Marcus.

If any of you have HC-ed human names for them before, please share. The only one I'm not worried about is Levi, because. Well that one is little Biblical, but totally normal otherwise.

[books-and-catears]

Can you please do mc after lesson 16, their scared and pretty much traumatized after what happened and basically everything they have been through since being taken here. And being spared because of being related to Lilith. So they are now fearful, paranoid and trust no one, not even the angels and other exchange students. Soon they locked up and are now hiding in their room in fear and tears and doesn’t come out. Soon, they brothers come in and apologize for everything they did and what has happened and Mc just mental breaks down in tears. You know, angst but with a happy ending and some healing. I’m sorry, this game series has been haunting me and I really need some closure.

What a coincidence! Im actually am working on something very similar to this. Trust me I need that closure too, hon. *Hugs*

I'll tell you about it and even add a some paras. Then you can tell me if you'd prefer this one or the one I already started okay?

So the one I'm currently working on is a spin off the yokai event and MC wishes "I wish one of you saved me that night."

Like all this time has passed and they all realise MC has been pretending to be fine all this time and never really trusted them again.

And they come and apologise. How does that feel? I'll just change the context and adjust the dialogue to whatever you prefer

[creations-of-a-certain-no-one]

Dame Mephisto concept sketch

now pardon me I need to go stop the nosebleed

[sparkbeast20]

Tagged by @fickleminder 💕💕💕

Rules: Write the latest line from your WIP and tag as many people as there are words in the line. Make a new post, don't reblog.

You looked down and quickly your eyes widened when you saw that he gave you a thousand dollars for a ten dollar rope. “Keep the change” and with that he left but not before he sent you a wink.

Tagging:@yukihaie @amberrskiies, @coffeerecords @crazyyanderefangirlfan, @pandasfoxes05, @delphi-dreamin, @sassykattery @serena-hart-09, @yourboyhack, @slepyicarus (No pressure guys) :D

[colorfulcheshire]

WIP - Beel/MC Voyeurism [Rated: M]

Trying to get more comfortable posting WIPs, and while this is one that's been cleaned-up-but-not-finished, I still really want to post, considering how long I've been sitting on this one. and my horny beel brain won't stop going brrr but my adhd says it is Time To Stop Writing Today.

anywho, Beel/MC, MC can't stop staring at Beel while he works out. Will turn into a nice helping of oral and a main course later

hopefully will finish but idk enjoy in the meantime.

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You really should feel bad for staring, or at least you keep telling yourself that despite making little to no effort to peel your eyes away from sharp outline of Beel’s pecs peeking out from the too-loose fabric of his gym tank.  His skin glistens with a thin sheen of sweat, small droplets running down thick, muscular arms, and all you can think about following the same path with your finger tips, and maybe also your lips and you haven’t even started your own workout yet, but gods are you feeling thirsty.

For his part, Beel seems to be entirely oblivious to the fact that he’s being ogled the way he might a fresh stack of his favorite cheeseburgers and only pauses in chugging back half his water bottle in order to wipe himself down with a cooling towel, which your eyes also take as open season to follow, if he’s going to do you the favor leading them. 

“Drink.”  Beel’s voice startles you out of your dazed staring just in time to catch a water bottle gently tossed your way, which you fumble for a moment, thankfully without spilling anything, before looking back up at him from your spot on the floor in flustered confusion.  “Your face is red,” he adds simply.  

Looking now, you can see concern evident in the knit of his eyebrows, but you don’t have the heart nor the guts to explain that he’s gotten the wrong idea, so instead, you nod a quiet thanks and uncork the lid of your water to take some rather generous gulps, glad for the cool water as well as Beel’s relieved expression when you glance at him from the corner of your eyes.  Satisfied, he chugs back a few more gulps of his own water before moving to his weight bench, and you take that as your queue to set your water aside and actually start on your stretches. 

Really, you’re hopeless.  You’ve seen the man naked more times than anyone would be bothered to count, yet you can’t stop staring long enough to get through a single gym day with him. You fold yourself over one leg, trying hard not to think about the slight burn in your calf as you catch your flexed foot, and you wonder, perhaps, if that’s where your guilt is coming from – the fact that you simply don’t want to interrupt his workout, the workout that you’re supposed to be a part of, actually, after you finish up your stretches.  You’ve been slacking, as you’re want to do in the topic of exercise, but your last text from him had been to say he missed you as his workout partner and how could you say no to that?  As much as you hate all the sweating and sore muscles (and with no orgasms to make up for it, at that), working out is Beel’s second-favorite pastime next to eating, and especially compared to his brothers, it’s not like he ever asks for much outside of his bottomless food cravings at least.

So you won’t interrupt him just because you prefer to burn calories in what you might call less-productive and less-structured methods, no matter how ridiculously sexy he is dripping with sweat.

You’re just about done with your floor stretches when a strangled grunt from Beel draws your eyes upward, first, to the straining muscles in his forearms where he’s lifting a bar with a cartoonishly-thick stack of weights on either end, then to the tension in his calves where his feet are pressed flat against the floor on either side of his bench, and then, suddenly, to your surprise, to the clear shape of Beel’s cock through the too-wide hem of blue basketball shorts.  Whatever you were doing or thinking before are gone now, replaced by the awareness of your tongue, heavy in your mouth, and how much you want to taste Beel’s dick.

“You’re hungry.”  It’s the loud clank of weights being set back into place, rather than his voice, that startles you enough to flinch out of your now half-assed stretch, and you find that Beel’s lifted himself up from the bench to stare at you …. staring at his cock through his gym shorts.

You freeze, unable to break his stare until the sudden wave of heat radiating from your shoulders up makes your eyes water and you blink away, trying now to return shaking hands to your stretching in an attempt to act casual, because what else are you supposed to do in this situation?  Even with your head ducked, however, you know your neck is burning bright red in embarrassment, and you can still feel Beel’s steady gaze on you, just making matters worse.

“Sorry,” you mumble at first, and then repeat again, more clearly.  “I’m sorry, I got distracted.  I didn’t mean to interrupt you.  I’ll be more careful.”

There’s a beat of silence during which you expect Beel’s returned to his workout, as he’s not really one for teasing or lectures, but he surprises you with a question, sounding confused himself.

“Do you not want to?”

Risking a glance upward, he still hasn’t done anything about his overly-exposing manspread or shorts, but you force your eyes up to his to find a contemplative expression awaiting your answer, and why is it always Beel doing this to you? 

“I mean–”  It’s always so hard to be as honest as he is about his desires, the Avatar of Gluttony seeming to have zero filter in that regard, but you try for him, if only because it’s fair, “–I almost always want to.”  Saying so out loud to Beel honestly feels dirtier than anything Asmo could get out of you, and you have to look away again, if only not to implode from heat.  “I just don’t want to be a nuisance.  You love working out.”

“I love filling you up even more.”  He says it so matter-of-factly, but the note of hunger in his voice drops right into the pit of your stomach and pulls your every nerve to the attention of his presence and suddenly you’re downright desperate for him and you’d hate how easily he can do this to you if you didn��t also love it so much.

He catches your eyes, and for the briefest moment, you see a flash of Belphie in the way he smirks down at you before reclining back against the bench.  For one confused moment, you think he’s going to return to his routine when, instead of reaching up towards the bar, his hands reach for the hem of his shorts as he lifts his hips from the bench, shimmying them just low to free his half erect cock to bob in the air as he drops his toned ass back down to the bench.

“Eat up.”

[lemonandlime22]

Incoming WIPs

(my reqs have been a mess lately and to help myself I made a list of the ones I decided to do. its not in any particular order btw)

In total, 11 WIPs, 5 twst, 6 om

The first 5 people who find out the reason for the bitey child!Yuu's biteynes (twisted Wonderland)

Mammon with an Mc that has extreme anxiety (Obey Me)

Cocky little yuu (Twisted Wonderland)

Jamil, Riddle, and Rook with a s/o that has adhd (Twisted Wonderland)

Raphael and Mephistopheles that have a dense x dense type of relationship with a m!Mc (Obey Me)

Baby/very small child!Yuu teething (Twisted Wonderland)

The Brothers reaction to an Mc that self sabotages (Obey Me)

The Brothers with an Mc that looks and acts like Lilith (Obey me)

Yuu not being able to remember their comfort song (Twisted Wonderland)

An inevitable accident; something bed happens to Mc (Obey Me)

Brothers with an Mc that chills/sleeps in rly weird places (Obey Me)

[eniiart]

Asmo wip

[pridecomethbeforethefall]

[achillesjane]

WIP sketch of Belphie ❤️

[devildomwriter]

Look out for Valentine Drabbles tomorrow ;)

[ladyfarona]

Current progress on "The Beginnings of Pride" redraw! (the original is top right reference) Unfortunately my drawing has been so sporadic lately you can expect the finished product between today and three years from now. 😭

[not-eliza-the-not-artist]

New wip thing! Yay!!

[zephyrchama]

Demon brothers who will go out of their comfort zone for you. Lucifer, who stands higher and prouder than anyone, kneeling to tie your shoe. To be on your level. You could have easily tied it yourself, but you didn't even have to ask. He only does these gestures for you.

Mammon, greedy to save up every last grimm he can, giving you money to buy the silly trinket you wanted. Your enjoyment is worth more to him than anything in his wallet.

Leviathan, who'd do anything to hide himself away and disconnect from other people, following you anywhere you want to go. He'll brave crowds, embarrassment, and the worst anxiety to be by your side.

Satan, on a never-ending quest for information and respect, teaching you anything. He'll share his knowledge only for you, telling you everything you want to know and finding the answer to all your questions.

Asmodeus, always perfect and pristine in every way, showing you his vulnerable side. The side no one else knows of. His tears and insecurities are visages reserved only for you.

Beelzebub, gluttonous for immediate satisfaction, holding himself back for your sake. Waiting to eat because he knows you'll be cooking for him. Waiting to savor it. Waiting so he can share with you and make your day just a little brighter.

Belphegor, a sloth with little intrinsic motivation, pushing himself for your sake. Staying up later and later to stay around you. Not just in a dream, but the real you. Doing better in school so that you and your praise can be his reward.

[creations-of-a-certain-no-one]

WIP Wednesday, Satan in watercolour graphite

Testing out new watercolour paper but I'm not very positive it's going to work with the flood of water I tend to use.