Hey all and welcome! This is my Obey Me 18+ blog. I’ve been active in reblogging works from the fandom, but I’m really wanting to put my own work out into the world! So if you have asks, send em in, or stick around and see the snippets of my MC Rhen’s shenanigans with the brothers.
Also, I'd love to talk anything about Obey Me! I need friends in the fandom!
About Me:
Name- Fox
Pronouns- she/her
Age- 27+
I swear. Like a lot. So if that bothers you... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
This is a safe and open space for everyone [who’s not a douche-canoe] and I will make damn sure it stays that way.
My Writing:
Ao3 Account
Anhedonia (Rhen's story from the start)
Prologue
Chapter 1 Part 1
Chapter 1 Part 2
Chapter 2
Special Tags:
#what the [itty bitty] fox says (just me and my thoughts spouting off)
#OM Anhedonia (tag for the story Anhedonia)
#munchkinfox writing bloopers (the stupid miscellaneous shit that rattles around in my head while I'm writing)
Do you think there's any circumstances where kink or kinks can be misogynistic or is criticizing kink, regardless of what involves, for being misogynistic a terf/fascist dogwhistles that unsuspecting and/or angry puritans do because they don't like *insert whatever kink they're complaining about here? I guess the crux of my question is whether or not there's any moral boundaries that should be followed in kink to avoid being misogynistic or is it just a free for all do whatever you want kind of deal?
--
Do whatever.
The dumb discourse treats kinks like a choice. That's not really accurate. The lizard brain lights up for some things and not others without any intent from the person with the kink. Bigotry in society might make the lizard brain horny for things that are frightening, like not having bodily autonomy or not having one's identity respected. There can certainly be a link, but telling people to Just Stop Liking Things doesn't work. Even if they were willing to try to comply, they would fail.
They could choose not to make certain art, sure, but there's not much point in stifling themselves for no benefit. And there would be no benefit. Mainstream cop shows validating stereotypes have negative effects we can measure. Some rando putting problematic things in a fanfic marked as problematic, horny fantasy is not going to meaningfully influence how others think.
Outside of fiction, responsible kink activities involve adults agreeing ahead of time to play pretend. It's none of anyone's business but theirs, no matter how icky we might find their game.
--
Most critics of kink want a scenario where people are no longer horny for bad things. At least, that's what they pretend to want.
But in reality, there are only two options:
People are horny for things.
People are horny for things and feel guilty about it.
Something about Lucifer being grateful that you’re always the first to offer your assistance whenever anyone needs help, but he thinks your selflessness is to a fault.
For your birthday he dresses you in a big frilly gown and takes you to the living room before any of his brothers returned home.
He knew that his brothers would do something stupid and look at you with puppy eyes and you’d sprint to helping them, but you’re the guest of honour, he can’t have you running silly errands.
And do he came to a perfect solution, a chair for you and you only. A stool, it looked comfortable enough, though what was really special about it was the artificial dick protruding from its centre.
This could go one of two ways, both of which he was content with.
Either you’d be too embarrassed to get up and have the brothers see the dick you’re sitting on, so you’d sit still and be pampered for once.
Or you’d absolutely love the feeling of being filled, and be too selfish to get up and help them when it feels so good.
I have officially pushed myself into an overthinking fit about how none of my ideas are good enough. What the hell. Also, I am still working long days, and I caught something that made me feel like crap all week. What the freak. Here’s some basic crap ;-; while I recover and hopefully work eases up.
Kinky things the brothers do or just want to do
Let me know if you want a pt2 with the others.
These are my personal takes. Take em or leave em. (Jk ily pls don’t leave)
Thank you, Beyonce.
Cw: Gn!Mc, bad grammar, kinks
Lucifer
♡ Exibitionism
~ Pounding into Mc while an audience watches. Mc trying to hide their face but Lucifer holding their arms back.
~ Probably makes a lot of sex tapes with Mc. If a demon looks at Mc for even a second too long Lucifer might set that demon aside and play one of those videos. “You would never be able to make them feel like this. Pathetic for even thinking that.”
~ There isn’t a place Lucifer wouldn’t fuck Mc. If Mc is more of a shy person, he would find other ways to make sure people knew how well he treats Mc. Hickies. Marking. Vibrating toys.
~ After Mc and him hooked up the first time. It’s an addiction. He’s the type of demon to show not tell. Actions are louder than words… but not as loud as Mc. He needs them to be vocal.
Mammon
♡ Edging / Overstimulation.
~It’s both parties not just him. He’s the avatar of greed he wants everything he wants the moment to last.
~At first, he was insecure with how quickly he came but he realized it could have its benefits. The way he NEEDS more. The adrenaline. The strokes that have him close to just spilling.
~When it was Mc’s turn, he loved how red their faced turned. How desperate they are. How their hips tried to rock to be able to cum. How Mammon holds their hips down to make sure he was in full control. He was infatuated with how badly Mc wanted him.
~There’s the other side to things where overstimulation comes into play. Where he wants to make sure they are both dry. Where their bodies shake with how intense they feel.
~Mammon feels so accomplished if Mc turns into this empty-headed mess so close to finishing for a second, third, fourth, fifth, ect…
Levi
♡ Cucking
~ Now hear him out. He would love to watch Mc get pleased by other people. To see them get railed by others. It’s mental torture for him. As his pants get tight watch Mc get filled, he wishes he was the one making Mc feel that good.
~ Oh wait he can. It’s more of a warm up for Mc. When he watches someone else, please Mc he takes notes. Once the two are alone he does everything that was done but better.
~ This let’s Mc knows they could be with anyone but the only one they would truly be thinking about is him.
~ He will always make Mc tell him about how much better he is even if all Mc can do is moan. Cucking makes his insecurities vanish. No one can be good as him. He will always be there to finish the job.
Asmo
♡ Experimentalism
~ This demon has done everything under the sun but not with Mc. He wants to experience everything with Mc.
~ Everyday there’s something new.
~ Asmo would love to combine new and old things. He just loves the beauty of “If this one doesn’t work these two definitely will.
~He loves to pull Mc aside and tell them what they are doing tonight. What to bring, what to wear, what they should and shouldn’t do.
~ He loves making Mc explain their fantasy just so he can surprise them with the exact situation the same night.
Satan
♡ Bondage
~ He would love to tie Mc up and just have his way with them.
~ He always have something for Mc to be bound by. His favorite is actually a ball gag. The drool that come out of Mc’s mouth as they moan through the gag.
~ Satan always looks at new ways to restraint Mc. He doesn’t like bondage for the torture aspects. He enjoys being able to please Mc as many times as he likes. He likes being able to focus on parts of Mc intently.
~ He wants Mc as his personal fuck toy.
Beel
♡ Food play- SIKE Cunnilingus(I mean ofc)- SIKE Play fighting
~ He loves to play fight with Mc. He goes easy on them but he loves the sweat that builds up. The breathlessness that it causes.
~ Beel loves to pin Mc’s arms over their head. He admires all of their body so he can devour it once he wins. He loves all the positions he can put Mc before they even take their clothes off.
~ He loves how close he is to them. The first time he play fought with Mc. He had to hide his massive erection due to Mc moaning while fighting.
~ Sometimes he “accidentally” lifts up clothing of Mc or even his own. The more contact the better.
Belphie
♡ Starfish
~ On days Belphie feels extremely tired he would love for Mc to get on top of him and fuck him.
~ He just lays there in bed as Mc uses him. He loves to feel them bounce on his hard cock. The only active thing about him is the blood rushing towards his cock.
~ It’s surprising but he would reciprocate the exact same thing if Mc were in his position. Having someone else in control while he relaxes just feels amazing.
~ He would love to surprise Mc after a long day of classes. Them just lying down and Belphie making sure they are taken care of. Making sure they don’t move a muscle. Only the muscles that will help them cum.
synopsis : lets see what the new latest trending porn videos are
a/n: MWAHAHAHA IT'S FUCKING HERE
brothers ver.
The maroon fabric of your babydoll lingerie was rumpled, tearing not even a second later from how ironclad Diavolo’s grip was. One hand had the lace fisted, using it to yank you back on his cock, while the other was wrapped around your throat, veins highlighted and muscles flexing each time he effortlessly lifted your body and slammed it back down at the rough pace he was fucking you. Your legs were spread wide over his straining thighs, body just barely covered by the sheer material that adorned your sweaty body, hands white-knuckling his horns with your nails scratching along the golden ornaments . Each time skin met skin, it echoed in the room— adding to the sensual sight of the morning light reflecting off the golden floors, walls- the regal throne the two of you were seated in. His sounds were muffled from the way his head was buried in your neck, no doubt adding more marks to the already bruise-littered skin. Your own head was tilted back against his shoulder, his fingers squeezing visibly at your throat before two of them pushed past your parted mouth, making your high pitched moans turn choked. His rough pace got even more animalistic, feral growl escaping him as your body tensed, milking his cock as you came, pushing him past that edge too— and the video cuts.
Is this even legal to watch?? Cause if not, I’m happily packing my bags for jail
Typing this comment from my grave
*eats phone*
Amazing day to be a Devildom citizen folks
†
Hidden underneath the castle’s foyer stairs, the golden fractures of light shift as each of your bodies move. You were on your knees, thighs flexing, as you bounced up and down— riding Barbatos’ tail. The appendage forced itself deeper and deeper until the camera picked up on the arch of your back, the shimmer of your nails (painted in his colors) digging into his thighs, leaving behind wrinkles in the usually pristine black slacks. Gloved hands were tangled in your hair, gripping tighter the more his composure began to waver. The guided bobbing of your head went from leisure to almost desperate and then back again; after a particularly stressful day, he just couldn’t decide what he wanted. Only murmurs of praise left the royal steward, as opposed to your choked moans and whimpers and occasional gasps of his name when you came up for air before swallowing him down again. There was a brief moment in which he cupped the back of your head and shoved you all the way down- pausing- when footsteps ascended the stairs you were both underneath. Once it was quiet again, he pulled your head back with a caress of your hair and a soft apology, fucking you with his tail at a more rapid pace, insisting you needed to cum first. With you melting at his ministrations, he begins fucking your mouth, too, grunting almost inaudibly; the second your body wracked with your orgasm, he followed suit— and though only your backside view could be seen, the sounds of swallowing were crystal clear. With a low chuckle from Barbatos, and a breathy giggle from you, the screen goes black.
Scraping of wood against marble tile echoed faintly as the entirety of Mephisto’s desk moved inch by inch. The force he was pounding into you created small thudding noises, your clothes dulling the sound of skin slapping, followed by sharp grunts as he worked to keep the relentless pace. Lights of the newspaper club’s office highlighted your bodies, leaving nothing hidden as he bends you into an even deeper arch, face buried in the mahogany desk. Newspapers- published and uncompleted drafts- are crumpled underneath your hands; he couldn’t care less, though, not when you’re moaning and crying out his name like you are. It’s clear he tries to show some decorum, but the rare sight of his demon form screams how disheveled you’re making him— tails coiled around your waist, horns pressing into your shoulder, sharp nails digging jagged lines into the wood of his desk. An enchanted quill is frantically scribbling in the background, no doubt writing down what was happening into a page of the upcoming newspaper draft; depending on whether or not Mephisto remembers- or cares- he might just leave the article in. The thought actually has him whining, fucking into you a bit faster, because he’d love to see everyone’s reactions once they read the damn paper— knowing he had you right under everyone’s noses. A quick tug of your hair to pull you into a messy kiss that the camera can’t see and he’s spilling his cum into you- dragging you off the ledge with him- and pressing his body flush against yours. You stay trapped like that for a few seconds, quietly laughing and teasing him, before he huffs and pulls back as you both try to make yourself presentable again when the video ends.
What goes down in the news office doesn’t stay in the news office
Get that nOBLE DIck MC
Never thought I’d hear Mephisto whine—
†
White linen curls around your arms, clenched between your fingers, pillowing your head, delicately shielding the parts you didn’t want too exposed— all while the light in Simeon’s room bathes you in a replicated golden hour. His head is buried deep between your thighs, messy hair brushing your skin at each movement. One of his hands is keeping your left thigh flat against the bed, squeezing at the fat of it, while the other is subtly shoved underneath his body as he fucks his fist. With the leg that isn’t pinned down, your calf is resting over his shoulder, keeping him impossibly close; the sounds coming from him are muffled, as he’s barely able to breathe properly, but they’re desperate and needy, echoed by the mindless ‘please’s and praise he’s babbling out. The sheets covering his own body from view only hide his hips down to his mid thigh, giving the perfect- defined- view of his arched back and the flexing muscles rippling underneath smooth skin as he thrusts into the pleasure. There are faint reddened lines trailing along his shoulders and barely visible hickies on his neck, showing that, clearly, this hadn’t been the beginning of the night. It can also be seen in the way his hips stutter with overstimulation, toes curling at the sensation, even if he can’t stop because he still craves the release. It’s timed with the pace he’s fucking you with his tongue, moans harmonizing with yours, getting louder and breathier and a little whinier before he’s practically crying out an ‘I’m cumming!’. Not even a second later, both of your thighs are snapping closed around his head, trembling, as you follow. The come down is soft and sweet, whispered words and gentle caresses, with a murmured suggestion for a bubble bath just as the video cuts.
The scattered, organized, yet messy sight of school books, miscellaneous supplies, and the fact that you were in your uniform made it obvious this was one of RAD’s many closets. Raphael was sitting on top of an extra desk, legs spread rather wide as you sat on top of him; your skirt rode up around your hips, but his hands groped and squeezed your ass to shield it from view. He guided you at a quick, needy pace as you grinded against his clothed cock, sometimes jerking his hips up to meet the movements. The normally quiet and aloof Angel was panting and gasping, and if you listened closely, you could hear muffled whines every now and then when you moved at a certain angle. The sloppy sounds of wet kissing and tongues tangling seemed to echo in the small room, even despite his whisper of ‘have to be quiet’— in fact, he was more vocal than you, commanding you to go faster, asking you not to stop. Even the shadows passing under the door didn’t deter him from wanting you. The bell signaling class was about to begin made you pause without thinking, but he gave you no time to think: he grabbed you right up and twisted your bodies around until you were laying back on the desk, legs around his waist. With no room to barely breathe in between, he began fucking himself against you like an animal in heat, breathlessly apologizing and announcing he was gonna cum. With a few more rough thrusts, you can see his body shudder and melt over top of you— and the visible wet stain on the front of his pants as he gently helps you off the desk and fixes your clothes, suggesting a quick clean up spell so you can go to class, before the video ends.
I will take a shower of spears to see this in person
Mc is my hero
†
Whatever device was recording had to be enchanted, as the screen was divided perfectly to show the inside of the common room, where the seven brothers all lounged, and the hallway wall just outside, where Solomon had you hiked up against it. His head was buried in the crook of your neck, only a peek of his lips showing. The bottom half of your face that was in frame is covered by his hand, fingers digging into your jaw to keep you quiet. The only thing covering your body was his starry cloak; the fabric fell off your shoulder, showing off the many hickies and bite marks adorning your skin. Your body bounced upwards at every sharp thrust— he was unforgiving with his pace, frame flush against yours as he fucked you deep. The audio barely picked up on the ragged pants falling from his mouth, the debauched praises that he was damn near singing as he had his way with you, all while being ten feet away from the brothers. The muscles in his arm flexed as he held you up, fingers marking bruises into the skin he was gripping. You raked your hands through his sweat-soaked hair, tugging and pushing his head up until you had your mouth against his. A barely audible cry of his name reached the camera as your back arched, fingers pressing just as bruisingly into his back. He finally stuttered in his pace, mouth falling open; he came with his tongue tangled with yours, accidentally having let out a hiss when you moaned aloud. Lucifer, who had been glancing up occasionally, as if he thought he heard something, immediately stood just as all the others’ heads snapped up. With a desperate kiss, Solomon opened a portal and carried you right through, leaving the brothers to hastily round the corner and begin shouting, before the video cuts.
FUCK IT for all the posts i've seen of people talking about how they want more asks everyone is still too shy to send them: so HERE
by reblogging this you are asking people to send you asks, silly cat photos, memes, oc infodumps, random headcanons, wips, questions about your ocs and faves, or litterally just saying 'hi'
I will personally be visiting the inboxes of my moots/followers who reblog this, I have quite the hamster photo collection in need of sharing
sitting on the sofa with Dia and you two are making out and it’s getting hot so he pulls you into his lap so you can straddle him and you stop for a sec, biting your lip and now he knows what you want. He opens his legs and lets you climb on one thigh, he’s gripping your hips and guiding you as you grind down on his muscular thigh and your whimpering and he’s hard then he gently bounces his leg and squeezes your hips as you move quicker and cum in your panties
dunno if I have a sign off yet so just call me “Dia anon” ;-)
Nsfw!
Thigh riding with Dia is a weakness for me omll Like I’m imagining-
CW; thigh riding duh, spanking at the end. oh ‘n the reader wearing a skirt! But it’s only mentioned once jskjs
Grinding on Diavolo’s thigh, slowly at first, your skirt bunching up around your waist as your fingers get tangled in his hair, exchanging messy kisses back and forth between you two. his hands gripping your hips, guiding you, rocking your hips just a little faster and bouncing his knee up just right so it’s rubbing against the growing wet spot on your underwear.
not to mention the way you’re straddling his leg means your knee keeps brushing against his hard cock and every time he guides you hips it’s as if he’s pulling you closer-
your body already feels like it’s on edge from neediness as your orgasm approaches faster then you expect. the kisses stop as you shift a little, pressing your face into his neck now sucking and biting marks into his neck, moaning against his skin.
the steady bouncing of his knee helps push you closer and closer to your orgasm. your little moans getting louder, your fingers still tangled in his hair tug a letter harder as your legs shake as you cum on his thigh.
when you catch your breath and start to sit up, to pull away Diavolo pulls you right back in chuckling, “you made a mess, darling. you know what happens now.” he pats his lap and you sigh, moving from sitting on his thigh to laying over his lap. the wet spot on his pant leg now under your stomach. and he chuckles again, rubbing his palm over your ass, before giving it a test first, almost playful slap. you don’t even try to hide your moan- and Diavolo knows how much you enjoy this part too, saying, “oh this is going to be fun~” as he lifts his hand to give your ass another slap…
I rarely do proper headcanons with 0 canon foundation but
HEAR ME OUT:
MC & Mammon play rock paper scissors whenever they have to take care of something they really don't wanna do but one of them really needs to do it
Lucifer's guilt complex is making him spiral and someone needs to talk him down? Rock-Paper-Scissors
Satan blew up the right side of the house and someone needs to deal with that? Rock-Paper-Scissors
Someone needs to carry a message to Mephisto from Lucifer and they both know it's going to become a back-and-forth pissing contest? Rock-Paper-Scissors
BUT MC always wins. No matter what Mammon chooses or how random he makes his choice - they always win
Mammon still hasn't realised that by making it a game of chance, a bet, a gamble he has guaranteed that MC will always win because y'know the actual fucking personification of games of chance, bets, gambling has given them his favour
I know he whimpers during sex with you, and he talks through it.
"Fuck baby, you're so tight, so gooood", he cooed into your ear as he keeps drilling inside you. As you're dumbfucked by him, your thoughts are scattered messily.
"Cum for me, let me taste that unholy juice, baby", he said again. His hands freed your wrists and pushed your thighs further. He's making sure he can get a good angle to hit that G spot better. You trembled as you're reaching climax and shoot the juice right to his chest. He chuckled after that.
"Oohh, look at that messiness", he said. He thrusted deeper and leaned in to grope your breast and played with your perky nipple in his finger.
He then flipped the two of you and make you positioned in doggy style. He hit you from the back, gripping your waist and slapping your ass. He slammed himself while his heavy juicy fertile balls hit your clit multiple times.
Mammon leaves trails of love bites on your back and proud of his 'artwork'.
As he's about to cum, he quickly went to your face, lifted your chin while fisting his cock to cum inside your mouth.
He cummed inside your mouth after that.
"Swallow it", he said and you obeyed him.
He then make you suck his cock and his fingers shoved a vibrator inside your empty hole so you will let out more juice for him.
I know Diavolo would probably not get the hint if MC tried to flirt with him. Since he's been showered in compliments from so many noble demons all his life he probably wouldn't understand that MC's compliments are genuine.
I know he would probably ask Barbados too-
Dia: What does it mean when a human says they like my smile?
Brab: That would be a compliment My Lord.
Dia: yes but how do I tell if they mean it?
Barb: if the human your talking about is the one I think it is, they definitely mean it.
like I know you would have to pull out the most outlandish compliments to get this man to realize you actually like him.
MC: I like your eyes
Dia: oh thank yo-
MC: They remind me of home in a way.
Dia:...
MC: the gold reminds me of the sunsets that I would watch from my house, it's comforting. I like them.
Dia: Oh! why thank you!
(Diavolo later begged Barbados to find a way for him to keep the human to himself... it didn't work)
The moment they found out that you want them, they were beyond pleased, but when they found out that you think a mere toy can compare to the real thing? They just have to prove you wrong.
Lucifer who made you sit on his cock while he's working, slowly trusting up on you, making sure you feel each vein on his dick while he whispers "Hmm, yes... So much better than that toy..." and kisses your neck.
Mammon who pounded you so rough, trying to prove that no toy can compare to him, no toy can make you feel as good as he can, "Ha, yeah? So much better right? So much better right? Bet your little toy can't pound you this hard, no?"
Leviathan who didn't notice how overstimulated you are and still kept on using both of his dick and tail to pleasure you, "Mhm, I know MC would feel better than those fleshlights... Cum on my cock again, hmm?"
Satan who wants to know how you fuck that toy and made you demonstrate it to him, sitting prettily with his shirt up and his pants on his knees while you went crazy over his dick, "Yeah, like that? You ride 'my cock' that hard, hmm?"
Asmodeus who is insulted and started to use that toy to abuse your hole while telling you how he will fuck you with the real cock, "Like this, too fast for you to handle? Well, I don't care. As soon as my cock enters this pretty little hole, you're done."
Beelzebub who shamelessly compares his cock to your toy, insulting it's existence then fucking you with it at the same time "You feel that? You feel how your toy can't even compare to my tip?"
Belphegor who hates it, why need this trash when you can have the real deal? The one that pounds you so rough you can't think "Wow, so pa.the.tic! You think this toy is me? Haha! It's too.fucking.small. to even compare!"
