#obey me acrylic stands

[katboykirby]

UPDATE:

Apparently even more of these fucking things that I've owned for 3+ years are actually magnets 💀💀

[nerdy-talks]

~ The Anti Lucifer League resting after a long day of plotting and executing pranks ~

[kamuyagi]

Preview of my 5-pg comic I did for @antilucizine~ Depicting everyone in the cursed universe of the (film) Cat In the Hat was .｡ﾟ+. chef's kiss ｡+.ﾟ

order?~ >>  https://antiluciferzine.bigcartel.com

[choslut]

˖ ࣪ ، ◞ せ⌇ LUCKY GIRL. featuring d. sawamura.

↻ you might be a ditz, but daichi thinks he’s lucky to have such a pretty ditz as his good luck charm.

tags : panty kink, bimbo!reader, locker room, panty fucking, slight dubcon, overstimulation, squirting, clit stimulation, light dirty talk // wc. 0.9k

author’s note : sorry this one is so late (by like a day) !! work managed to finally bite my ass last night and i literally passed out the moment i got home. woke up, got tired and remembered i totally forgot to post this :( welp better late than never, i hope you guys enjoy this one (notes n reblogs always appreciated) <33

this work is NSFW. minors and ageless blogs DO NOT INTERACT.

that fucking g-string. 

DAICHI will never understand why you decide to dress your absolute sluttiest when you’re attending his practices, wearing tiny skirts and tiny tops that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. 

it also doesn’t help that you’re sitting up in the stands either, because every time he looks up, he can just about make out the outline of your puffy pussy against the sheer pink fabric of your panties. 

fuck, he can barely even call them panties at this point. 

it’s hard to focus on directing the team when his girl is up there in the stands tapping away at her phone with her perfectly pristine acrylics that he paid for, showing off her miniskirt and a pair of panties that he also paid for. 

fuck you. 

“you tryin’ to get me bricked on purpose or what, babydoll?” he’s cornered you in the common room, backed you up against the locker with both hands on either side of your face. one of his hands come down to trail against your side, toying with the fragile string of your panties. 

you, on the other hand, stare up at him dopily, with not a single clue in the world what he’s talking about. “not sure what you mean, babe. you don’t like my outfit?”

daichi scoffs. “no, it’s not that. it’s just…” he twirls the string around his thick finger before snapping it back against your hips. “you’re distractin’ me.”

you’re such a fucking ditz, the way you’re looking at him. your lashes (fake) flutter as you stare at him, eyes wide as he plays with your panties. “i thought you liked these ones. i wore them for good luck.”

“i only need good luck at games, baby, not at practice.” does he have to spell it out for you? “turn around for me, angel. hands on the lockers.”

you obey, as always, presenting your barely covered ass to your sexually frustrated boyfriend proudly. daichi’s large hands push up your skirt and scope your ass, a low whistle escaping his lips as he drinks in the beautiful sight of his girl bent over for him. 

you may be stupid, but you’re his, and as long as that’s the case, you’ll do whatever he wants. daichi silently praises himself for landing such an easy catch as he pulls down his shorts and boxers in one fell swoop, latching his hands onto the meat of your ass. 

you only realise he hasn’t taken your panties off after he slips his cock through the seat. 

“baby!” your whine is shrill, but daichi pays it no mind. “this is my favourite pair! you’re g’na ruin ‘em!”

“i’ll buy you a new pair, doll,” he grunts, slowly moving his hips back and forth. he isn’t inside you but he’s inside your panties, and he relishes in the way the silk rubs against the underside of his shaft whilst your pussy drenches him from above. 

it’s sick. it’s nasty, so much so that daichi tips his head back and groans. 

he pulls backwards, and the girthy veins on his cock drag through your drenched cunt. he pushes forward and his tip just catches your clit, nudging it before meeting resistance at the silk front of your panties. it’s an amazing feeling, and he loses himself to it completely. 

meanwhile, underneath him, you’re mourning the ruin of your favourite g-string, but you can’t ignore the way daichi feels so hot and heavy against your weeping cunt, his tip nudging your clit and making you see stars. “o-oh, baby…”

“what is it, doll?” 

you bite your lip in embarrassment. “might cum soon…”

are you being serious right now? he’s barely done anything, barely even fucked you, yet you’re squirming against him, acrylics digging into your fleshy palms as you squeeze your eyes shut and try to focus on anything but the feeling of his mushroom tip poking at your clit. 

daichi regrets that he can’t be inside you when you cum, but god does he feel it. you let out another shrill whine when you climax, cunt growing ten times sloppier as you push yourself backwards to meet his thrusts. 

“want you- hah- want you to cum in my panties. please, baby.” your eyelids are flickering from overstimulation but you couldn’t care less, your empty brain now filled with the potent need to make your boyfriend cum all over you.

“shit, is that what you want, babydoll? want me to cum all over your favourite pair?” even though he isn’t inside you, daichi swears he can feel your cunt clench, and so he speeds up, tip bumping your overworked clit over and over and over until-

you cum again, but this time it’s even messier than the last time, your juices all but spraying everywhere and staining daichi’s shorts. he pulls out of your panties just in time to jerk himself over the curve of your ass, translucent white ropes of his release painting the hot pink silk of your panties and dripping down in between your thighs. 

he’s lucky enough to catch you just before you crumple to the floor, and as he admires his handiwork, daichi comes up with a wicked idea. 

“don’t wash these, baby. want you to wear them to my next game.” he can almost imagine the silent look of shock forming on your face. 

“for good luck, right?”

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[pseudonymphomania]

The one where I didn’t leave you alone at the bar to drink all night and the one where you never left early, where I held your hand and we kissed under all the colours… the one where you let me.

1) My Coloured Sketch Art

2) Diavolo explicitly noting Lucifer left early. I can write an essay about this and other points of the story but I won't. Kuleshov is rolling in his grave.

3) A chat picture you get from Day 595 in OG.

4) Two of my official Obey Me Merch. Diavolo concealed in colour acrylic stand and Lucifer Vanguard stand. The power of themes means that I can derive meaning between two objects that are not part of a set.

[potofstewie]

Cowboy

The Lowdown: Yer cowboy has been working hard at his Rodeo Competitions so It's only fair to reward him for a job well done.

The things to know: AFAB! Reader, oral (m. recieving), cowboy, creampie, praise praise and more praise, swears, petnames, breeding kink, reiner being the beefy cowboy he is, dom! Reiner, encouragement (take a shot every time you read the word "yer")

Pairing: Cowboy!Reiner x Black f!Reader

W/C: 2.4K

A/N: I had a cowboy Reiner fic that was originally supposed to be a surprise for @chrollohearttags cause to me she's the head honcho for all things Country!Reiner and I wanted to dedicate a lil sumn sumn for her enjoyment but the brainrot got too strong and I told her lmao. I tried to write this as country as I could so hope y'all enjoy!

THIS JUMPS STRAIGHT INTO THE SMUT SO EVERYTHING IS UNDER THE CUT AS A PRECAUTION

“There you go, Darlin’. Nice and easy..that’s it.” With a soft gag, your mouth finally reached the base of Reiner’s dick, nose brushing against his dark fuzz. A deep groan resounded in his chest as you moved your head, taking him all to the best of your abilities. His large, work worn hands grabbed the back of your head and moved you faster, soft gags leaving your pretty and fucked out throat. “That’s my baby..” Another groan left Reiner’s lips as your acrylic nails lightly grazed his thighs, the light touch sending shockwaves into his body and causing him to slightly lean back on the bed. 

He loved it when his sweet girl rewarded him for a job well done after every rodeo. Every time he would compete he’d always wear that black cowboy hat you loved so much and would always snatch a gloss covered goodluck kiss from you right before getting out there. That’s how y’all met in the first place; at one of his rodeo competitions when he was about to take his turn in steer wrestling but started late once he saw you looking at him with those hypnotic eyes. He could’ve lost because of you but no matter how many times he thought back on it, he would lose a million rounds if it meant he could even stand next to you, two million for you to say hi to him. 

For you, something about seeing such a burly man kick up the dirt as he held onto the horns of a running bull for dear life and seeing him turn it on its back did something to you. Especially when he’d get up, covered in dirt and send a lil wink your way, a giant grin decorating his sweaty face. To the other ladies in the roaring crowd, they all swooned and screamed to high heaven anytime he was eyeing the crowd, hoping and praying that he’d cast a smile or loving gaze their way. But little did they know, all that sweet smilin’ , winkin’ and even cheesy blown kisses were all aimed on you. 

You loved all the aspects of this cowboy, but seeing him in action added a lil something extra to your love. The way he lifted hay bales with ease, how he always looked good even when dirt or mud covered him. How the veins and muscles of his arms flexed and bulged anytime he lassoed a loose bull, concentration and furrowed brows on his face. All that and more had a hold on you something fierce. But those things hit you even harder whenever you two got intimate after a successful Rodeo. It was a ritual at this point and you both loved it.

“Look at me, sugar.” Obeying the command that was drenched in his honey coated Texan Drawl, you gazed up at your cowboy through tear heavy lashes; muscled and hairy chest heaving with every groan and grunt that he gave out, nonverbal praises that made your pussy flutter. A sly smile was present on his reddened face, his black cowboy hat sitting neatly on his head. “There’s those pretty eyes I love so much. You look so perfect right now, baby, I love it.” With a soft push to your head, your mouth met with his pelvis bone once more, his hands keeping you there for a few seconds before easing up on you. “Good girl, doing so well fer me. You always know how to treat me right fer a job well done..” A soft hum in agreement left your throat as you felt your pussy throb at his saccharine words. 

With a soft pop, your sweet cowboy released himself from your warm and inviting mouth; libidinous hazel eyes watching the sticky mix of spit and precum slowly travel down your chin. You released a satisfied hum as you wiped your lips with your thumb before licking it, big doe eyes not once leaving Reiner’s face. Your cowboy ran a rugged hand down his face, absolutely enchanted by your gaze and the lewd act you did. No words were necessary on what he wanted to do next, a flash of determination on his flushed face was all you needed to see to rise up from your kneeled position. 

Straddling him, Reiner’s pink lips crashed into your two-toned ones with fervor as his rough hands kneaded your plump ass and positioned you right where he wanted you. A sweet moan escaped your lips as you felt his leaking tip slowly enter you, your warm cunt inviting him eagerly despite the tight squeeze. “Fuck Rei…s’too big for me..” You whined softly while his hands squeezed your waist, pulling you down gently. No matter how many times y’all fucked, you could never get used to his size; his thick and veiny dick always made it feel like your first time. 

“You can do it baby, I know you can.” Taking his hat off and placing it on your head, another grunt left his mouth as he tried to keep himself under control, your tight grip on his cock practically urging him to thrust wildly upwards. Even though his lifestyle as a cowboy called for him to be aggressive and strong majority of the time, Reiner can’t help but be absolutely gentle with you as if he was handling delicate flowers. In the world of rodeos and farming, you were the only source of gentleness that he craved.  “Always doin’ right by yer cowboy..” And with his last word Reiner released a low moan as you finally took him in all in, cock twitching at the enveloping warmth and the soft whine that escaped your plump lips. 

Scooting back on the bed and laying down, the cowboy’s burly arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you in closer, lips instantly attaching to yours as he slowly thrusted upwards. Soft moans that left you were timed with each deep thrust, your pussy gradually getting used to his size. “Always cheerin’ me on at my Rodeos..wearing that cute pink hat I got fer you, fuck...you know how to treat a man, right mamas?” His deep and sultry words felt as though they were seeping through your skin and traveling down to your pussy, a tightening grip on his cock being a nonverbal answer to his words.

“Mmmnh, Reiii I- Ah!” Your whine was sharply interrupted as you felt Reiner’s hips snap up with force, his tip kissing your cervix. With a tighter hold on your waist, he pistoned his cock into your dripping pussy, your cream coating his length in a matter of seconds. Your once soft mewls escalated into loud gasps and moans as the noisy claps of your ass meeting his skin filled the air. Holding onto his chest for dear life, you couldn’t help but let your mind turn into mush with every powerful thrust your cowboy rewarded you with. The squelching of your stretched out pussy did nothing but encourage your cowboy further, his hazel eyes not once leaving your face and drinking in your fucked out expression; an agape mouth and furrowed brows decorating your beautiful face. 

“Shit mama, yer makin’ a mess on my dick..You feel good ridin’ yer cowboy?” Reiner’s tantalizing voice that you loved so much called out to you and you tried your damnedest to answer but your voice was pushed out of you with every bruising kiss his cock gave to your cervix. A sharp slap was gifted to your ricocheting ass evoking a yelp from you before you felt a calloused hand rub the now sensitive spot. “Answer me baby..tell papa how yer feelin’..” A deep moan left your burly cowboy as he squished your heated cheeks to focus your lustful gaze on him, his free arm holding you with an iron grip keeping you in place. 

“Feelsh sh’good papa..got me creamin’ for you..” You let out with a sugary sweet whine that melted your sturdy man to the core. Pleased with your slurred answer, he let go of your face and slapped your ass once more sending a shock through your body. 

“Damn baby, yer pussy feels so good taking me in like this..o-oh shit..” The cowboy let out a choked moan escape him as he reveled in how good his dick felt being squeezed by the tight confines of your gaping cunt. You didn’t know how much more you could take, your tear-blurred vision gaining black spots as you felt your orgasm approaching steadfast. With Reiner’s hands snaking their way down to your ass to spread your cheeks apart, you found your opening and sat up slightly; acrylic nails digging into his chest as you held on for dear life. Keeping his fast and aggressive tempo, Reiner could tell from your screwed shut eyes that you were close. 

“C’mon sugar, don’t close ‘em..I wanna see those pretty eyes when you cum all over this dick..” His smooth like whiskey voice had a vice grip on you as you opened your eyes as best as you could, your lids only peeling back halfway causing you to bask in all that man’s glory; hair sticking to his forehead and that ever so sly smirk plastered on his face. “There you are, pretty..” With a choked gasp, you felt him reward you with another sharp thrust; your fucked out mind thinking of nothing but your ravenous need to feel him fill you up to the brim with his hot and sticky cum. 

“O-oh fuck, Daddy..’M gonna- ahh..you’re gonna make me c-cum!” Your declaration ended in a halted moan as your big cowboy watched with pride as your brown eyes rolled back into your head. You could feel your intense orgasm shoot out like a bronco leaving its pen. Your manicured nails dug deeper into his haired chest as the invigorating feeling washed over you tenfold. “Fuck! Reii!”  You panted heavily through your lips. Fucking you through your orgasm, Reiner soaked up the loud whines your throat released. He welcomed the spasms both your body and sweet pussy gave to him, pushing him closer to the sweet edge. 

“That’s it darlin’ just keep cumming on that dick..” Words of encouragement engulfed your heated ears as Reiner’s thrusts became harder and sloppier, his own release building up for departure. “Yer gonna make daddy cum all in yer pussy..you want that mama? You wanna get filled up? Wanna carry my f-fuucking kids?” Still reeling from your orgasm you lolled your head in quick nods, his words sending shocks of excitement to your abused pussy. “Gonna look so fuckin’ good with them tits filled with milk..gonna make you look so good, s-shit y/n..”

As if a coil snapped within him, your cowboy’s hips finally stilled as the thick white ropes of his cum painted every bit of your walls; a loud, guttural groan rumbling from his muscled chest as he sloppily thrusted a few more times, trying his hardest to milk every last drop from his heavy balls while also trying to keep every single drop from leaking out. After one last deep thrust, Reiner panted heavily, hazel eyes unfocusing on the ceiling. 

Giving out a slow, sensual groan you leaned down and peppered your cowboy’s neck in hot, syrupy kisses; nipping on his bobbing Adam’s Apple as he heaved for air. “Fuck baby..” His words vibrated your lips as you gave him a small hum, his rough hands traveling up and down your smooth brown back. Chuckling, he fixed his lopsided hat on your head, a small smile gracing your lips at the sweet and tender action. 

“You look so sexy with my hat on. I should make you wear it more often.” He mused softly as you rubbed his chest, delicate fingers running over the crescent marks you left. You lifted your tender ass, feeling a sliver of cum leak out from you. Your cowboy sighed a soft moan at your readjusting, hands resting on your ass as you sat back down with the length of his cock nestled in your folds.

“Mm, you think so muffin?” You said slowly, mimicking his Drawl and moving your hips back and forth with one hand on his hat as if you were bull riding. A low whine came out of Reiner’s mouth as he furrowed his eyebrows, his cream covered dick hungry for another round. 

“Shit..yeah baby..” He confirmed with a low grunt as your sensitive clit glided over his dick. A sweet moan escaped you as you felt your bundle of nerves shock you with more waves of bliss as you kept riding your cowboy. Nothing but soft moans and lewd squelching filled the room as you continued to rub his cock; his swollen tip sometimes poking inside you again causing pleasure filled groans to leave your throat. “Don’t stop..shit..keep ridin’ daddy like a good cowgirl..” One of his rough hands caged your hand that was still on his chest, the other hand firmly grabbing your waist. 

With you both feeling near painful sensitivity, your orgasms creeped up faster this time, matching your picked up pace. Reiner cupped both of your breasts as he felt his cock twitch with the oncoming release. “Fuuck y/n..I’m so close baby, keep going..shit..” You released a saccharine moan as you soaked in his dirty words, your clit throbbing in response. 

“Mm, me t-too Rei..you’re gonna make me c-cum again..” You whined as his thumbs rolled and pinched your hardened nipples, your mind once more turning into lust drenched mush. With another roll of your hips, your shared orgasms finally arrived with forceful moans; his nut decorating your folds and his pelvis as you contracted on his messy, cream covered dick. 

“Right there darlin’, your pussy feels so good doing that on me..” He said softly as you rode out your high, fatigue starting to settle in your bones. “C’mere mama, you done mighty fine by me..” Being lassoed by his honey covered drawl, you leaned down and sloppily kissed him, lips grazing over the stubble on his face. Putting his hat to the side, his hands traveled from the small curls on your neck down to the small of your back, fingers lightly grazing your skin the entire time. With a soft, wet smack your lips separated with a string of saliva between them. 

“Y’know I love it when you do well by me, right ma?” He said softly as you rested your head on his chest, listening to his thundering heartbeat. You giggled softly and nodded as you felt your cowboy’s big arms wrap around you, giving your torso a light squeeze with his words. “Relax for a moment cause in a bit your cowboy wants to go again, ya heard?” 

“I heard you loud an’ clear, Cowboy.”

ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ʙɪɴᴅ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏᴛᴏꜰꜱᴛᴇᴡɪᴇ™ 2023

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[shopkeepmc]

🌈New Merch Release🌈

Eeo is back with another Obey Me collab and they will be holding a Pop Up Store in Ikebukuro, Japan starting on July 12th! For now there is no international release for this collab.

Merch List below 👇

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Merch List:

🍹Tin Buttons

🍹Acrylic Keychains

🍹Villain Themed Acrylic Stands

🍹Beach Themed Chibi Acrylic Stands

🍹Chibi Tin Buttons

🍹Acrylic Art Board

🍹Chibi Clear Case

🍹& Chibi Mirror

[hymouse]

Obey Me! Set to Silent Mode

Summary: You have no way to charge your DDD in your very human home. Pairing: None, if you squint it could be read as GN!MC x Mammon Word count: 851 Warnings: angsty goodness, mentioned drinking, mentioned death, spoilers for chapter 16 and i guess chapter 20 A/N: A very short little dabble. I know canon says everyone keeps messaging and calling after MC returns home for the first time, but I like the idea that MC was really cut off from Devildom and has to work their way through it.

Mammon was promising some terribly stupid business idea for your return when your DDD died. Now it sits on your bedside table, right next to your actual phone. You know, the normal one that used normal, human electricity to connect you to all the people you know and some of the ones you loved. Earthly little pings probed you upon your return- rebirth- some concerned, some angry, but all keen on untangling the story of how you faked your death. Oh, it was like I’ve died and was reborn again, you’d joke over brunch. Your mimosa would sparkle against your lips, the tart sweetness of the orange juice covering the hint of bitterness; bottomless, bottoms up.

Sometimes, in the small hours of the morning, you imagine a devilish glow casting strange shadows across your bedroom wall. They’d dance in the pre-dawn light tempting you with wastefulness, but flee with your dreams as your mind finds your body.

Once you accidentally grabbed it instead of your functional, operational, and relevant human device. You caused something of a minor traffic jam standing in the middle of a busy intersection staring at it. Ruri-chan stares out with a sort of delusional optimism from the confines of her clear acrylic prison while the cross-walk sign blink threateningly. Behind her a Devildom lotto ticket and a coupon for Madam Scream’s Macaroons compete — unsuccessfully— for your attention.

The driver of the gray pickup truck lays on his horn and you skitter to the sidewalk. After a moment you realize you’ve gone the wrong way.

You were late to the psychic’s, but the old woman didn’t seem to mind. The bangles on her wrist jangled as she sits you at her little table in the back room where the sights and sounds of the outside world are caught between layers of velvet and dried eucalyptus. You supposed, in retrospect, that that should’ve been your first warning. No witch worth their cauldron would be caught dead with eucalyptus. She peers at your palm, then your tea leaves, them her cards with gentle scrutiny before surmising you had experienced a great loss. It was enough to knock some tears out of you, but the real crying would happen later, at home, relieved of some $30, burdened by the ever-growing guilt of having left Mammon on read.

Texting 666 on your regular, dinky, human phone did not work. You resisted the urge to throw it against a wall.

Slowly you found psychic visits woven their way into the fabric of your life until every soothsayer and fortune teller became something more than strangers but less than friends. Through the psychics you found the mystics; through the mystics you found witches; through the witches you found despair. A witch’s jealousy to be an ugly thing. They danced around you, play-tracing sigils into your skin and flicking harmless spats of magic into your face. Pact-marked and pigeoned-holed they called you, as useless as you had been before the exchange program. Back home you stared into the mirror, tracing the witch’s sigils on your skin then onto paper. They made for poor art and poorer signs of power laying as dormant as the pact marks scattered across your body.

One day, drowning in a nap-gone-too-long, you imagine Mammon calling for you outside your window; it would be the last time you cried.

Life was less a ride than it was a chariot, dragging you across a bloodied arena for the entertainment of some higher power. Your first order of business was to move your Harrison Porter charm to your keys; looking at it made you feel a little like Alice in Wonderland. Rent was due, so a job was found; then a better one. You counted the bills, paid your debts. You set aside spared bills and change in a little yellow treasure box on your dresser that sat beside a growing collection of nail polish and skincare that never failed to make you feel —dare you say it— pretty. You swam and cursed your way through summer, fostered a sizable clan of cats in the fall, then decided to become a recluse in the winter, watching winter’s stars drape across the sky from the comfort of your home.

The promise of a new life in a new city lured you out from your cave. You went to RAD with so very little, so you decide to part with all but a suitcase of the essentials, then opted for a backpack. The edges of the little yellow treasure chest pressed into your lower back as you hiked your way across the city to a hilly park with a view. Winter still clung to this part of the world; the sparkling of snow was nearly indistinguishable from the steel and glass of skyscrapers; a sky so clear that the horizon retreated into a white nothingness. You soaked in the view, then turned.

At the edge of the outlook a familiar shock of white hair caught your eye. He waves. You could feel the edge of the acrylic Harrison Porter charm, smooth after months of worry.

[otakubimbo]

Throat Goat

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x f!Reader Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Face Fucking Fingering, Profanity, No Plot , Oral (m! & f! recieving) Not a single OUNCE of fluff DID NOT PROOFREAD summary: There is literally no plot to this, just shameless sexual interactions Day 2: Face Fucking

The moan that escaped your lips could have made him cum right then. Satoru was in his favorite place, between your legs, devouring you. His tongue moved skillfully between your slit and circling around your clit.

“Fuck Satoru.” You moaned, fingers flexing beside you unable to grab onto his hair because your hands were pinned tightly to your side by the strongest sorcerer. There was no way your body could take another orgasm, but you were reaching your sixth. “ mmm. Too much baby, too much”

He chuckles into your pussy which stimulates you even more, “But you taste too good to stop, let me enough my meal.”

Even that mere pause didn’t give you enough time to catch your panting breaths before he was back devouring you. Your breath hitches and back arched as he continued to suck on your clit, sliding two of his long strong fingers into your center. His fingers worked magic in you and with the combination of his mouth, the sounds coming from your throat could only be described as incoherent animalistic noises. Your acrylics were holding on to his roots for dear life the way he was making your body quake.

Satoru could feel the way that your tight wet walls were squeezing and sucking his fingers in, you tell for an upcoming orgasm. He freed your crip from his hair, face moving from your core to look at your sex drunk face. You were so gorgeous to him, his dick pulsating at the sight of your eyes practically rolled back into your head, lower lip about to split from how hard you’re biting on it.

“Oh my pretty girl.” He cooed as his thumb went to circling around your clit as his other hand gently pressed on your lower stomach. “Give daddy one more princess, I know you can. Cum for daddy, be a good girl for me.”

And like the good girl you were, you came and you came hard. Your body shook violently as you squirted all over his hand. You were spent from so many multiple orgasms. Satoru chuckles darkly at you, standing up by the bed, pants already down. You couldn’t even look up to see what he was doing.

“We aren’t even close to done, pretty girl. Now it’s time to return the favor.”

His large hands grab your legs dragging you to the end of the bed then turning you around so that your head hangs slightly off it.  

“Open” He commanded, and your mouth reflexively obeyed without a second thought. In true Satoru fashion, he didn’t hesitate to slam his dick straight into your open mouth. Instantly you gag with the force entrance hitting immediately the back of your throat. You held back your instincts as he violated your mouth, his hands on your shoulders to fuck your face harder.

“Fuck yes princess. You take me so well. I love seeing my dick in your pretty mouth.”

His praises made your moan, throat vibrates his dick which makes him rut into your mouth. You do your best to take him and meet his thrusts with your sucks attempting to massage the bottom with your tongue. The pace he set himself was aggressive and hard to keep up with, his balls smacking against your face.

One of Satoru’s hands moves to your breast and molds the flesh under his hand, pulling more moans out of you which just encourages him more. He pitched and pulled at your nipple, fucking your mouth relentlessly.

“Princess.��� His voice strained. “I’m cum, okay, and you better swallow every drop.”

With the way his dick was so far down your throat you had no other choice but to swallow all of him. You barely understood how you were able to breathe with how deep he was and how aggressive his pace was, but you moaned in understanding.

“Fuck. Yes. Princess.” His thrusts were impossibly deeper and violent as you well his dick pulse, his sign of coming to his own peak. With one hand still on your tit, another grabs you by you by your throat. A few last thrusts into your mouth and he’s spilling down your throat spasming into you. He stops thrusting which gives you the opportunity to swirl your tongue around his leaking member as you swallow all of him. He squeezes on your throat, overstimulated , getting you to stop and then slowly pulls out of your mouth. You turn over, smirking at him, licking the rest of him off your lips. His dick starts to come back alive again at the sight of that. He grabs you by the shoulders pushing you back on the bed.

“Oh we aren’t even close to done, princess.”

[nerdy-talks]

Another acrylic stand, this time featuring Lovely Levi and Ruri-chan 💜

[attic-club-sandwich]

They're doing acrylics stands of the art where they are tied-up and I'm really hoping they are dangly. I'm not really into acrylic stands, but I'd get one if they dangle (and as long as they aren't blind packaged).

Omg no way that is awesome!! I have a small Levi acrylic stand I got from the Obey Me Zine (he’s dressed as Henry lol) and I love it!

That would be so cool if those ones were dangly though I would seriously have to invest in one. But the art is so good I would love to have one regardless!

[amistytown]

It’s already 6:30, and I haven’t been able to relax T . T Thinking about making more coffee in the hopes I have a little energy before bed. I’m so tired, and I hate it!!!

In other news, I bought some merch from the Obey Me cat butler collab! No luck with getting Levi’s acrylic stand (I did get two of his chibi stands lol). I think I’ll make one more effort to get his acrylic stand. 

Also feel bad spending money on things that aren’t neccessities, but it really makes me happy, gives me comfort, and keeps me going. A gift to myself after those seven days lol.

My loot!!! 

Thinking about selling or giving away Solomon, Asmo, Simeon, and my Levi duplicate.

I don’t have it in my hands yet. But this is a photo my proxy sent me 😊💕

[sugar-omi]

(so from I understand, angels on Obey Me wear sexier outfits so is just based on that idea) Imagine first meeting angel!Derek and he wore something like this

https://animatebkk-online.com/product/nu-carnival-acrylic-stand-ssr-aurora-type-olivine/

or better yet a follower stumbles into the church and sees Derek. MC trying really hard to explain that no Derek is not a stripper. Just a very confused uh foreigner or a cosplayer (which isn't any better cuz now follower assumes MC is into...that kinda thing)

I'm sure Derek has a better disguise but man assumes no one can see him.

*link

HUHHH OH MY GOD...

first of all: whore. secondly YES

your reputation is absolutely ruined and now it's up to cove to come along and wipe some peoples memory bc you cant go outside w/o people going "omg theres that pervert priest..."

[maddymoreau]

abelia,nutmeg + palm tree 👀

abelia ⇢ do you have a particular piece of jewelry you always wear or can’t part with?

⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ I actually don’t wear jewelry but would like to in the future!

nutmeg ⇢ how’s your room/home decorated? do you have a specific theme or style going on?

My bedroom furniture theme is black. So black bed frame, picture frame, shelves, curtain, desk etc.

That way all of the blorbo merch I’ve collected over the years could really pop!

Ava’s Demon merch, Pokemon plushies, anime figurines, Fire Emblem Plushies, Obey Me acrylic stands, Poppy Playtime plushies and lots of sans undertale pillows by Poetax (〃^∇^〃)ゞ

In 2020 I saw the Tiktok on the left and fell in love with how their wall looked. So I attempted to recreate it with pictures of my interests at the time!

I’m not as into the things on the wall anymore but I love how the collage turned out so I’ve left it.

(۶ᐛ )۶ When I move want to create a new collage!!

palm tree ⇢ do you have a fictional villain you shouldn’t like but love regardless?

I think most my F/Os are villains I shouldn’t like but love regardless ꉂ (˃̶᷄‧̫ॢ ˂̶᷅๑ ).

[tigrr]

Obey Me! Anniv. Acrylic Stands

Part 1

[blissfullyapillow]

hello 🗣️ i would like to request two matchups, please!

fandoms: obey me + fe3h (romantic match for both)

gender pref: male for fe3h, no preference for obey me

qualities i look for in a partner: independence, humor (or at least open to being teased), confidence, spontaneity, adventurous

personality traits (and notes): introverted (distant, disinterested, little interest in getting close to many people, does not often get lonely), extremely independent (often refuses to rely on others, hates when people step in to help without me asking for help), confident (sometimes arrogant, a bit prideful), straightforward (blunt, sometimes tactless), even-tempered (rarely has strong emotional reactions, baseline content almost always), good sense of humor, playful, teasing, mischievous, realist that leans optimistic, curious (nosey, loves gossip), a bit of a troublemaker/rulebreaker, does not shy away from conflict (a bit combative with authority and people who don’t know what they’re doing), not sentimental, does not hold onto regrets, good at self-reflection, cold and a little mean when upset with someone

hobbies: video games, watching anime, drawing (digital), painting (watercolor, acrylic), baking (but NOT cooking), reading, cosplay, thrill-seeking activities

likes: cats, sweets, good food, winter, cool weather, lattes, traveling, piercings, tattoos, puns (!), lazy days, learning foreign languages, cleaning, new experiences, trying new foods, trying new skills, people with a good sense of humor (quite subjective), people who are flexible and open-minded

dislikes: dogs, spiders, bitter foods, hot weather, strong scents, pessimism, rigidity (in personality or environment), feeling restricted, possessiveness, conformity, having to be responsible for other people, boredom, when people don't stand up for themselves (i tend to look down on/clash with people who are overly insecure).

types / categories: intj-a ; 7w8 (yes i know type 7 is super uncommon for intj) ; love languages: physical touch, quality time

misc.: clumsy ; accidentally misuses slang or phrases bc i can never remember how they go (e.g. "let's bust this popsicle stand" instead of "blow this popsicle stand") ; able to pick up new skills relatively quickly ; studied french, korean, and latin in university ; can easily build plans and routines but appreciates breaking routine ; prone to being a bit directionless in life ; prone to bad luck but tries to find the humor in most situations ; tends to be pretty quick/harsh when deciding to cut people out of my life ; life approach: to live a life of varied experiences, to not take life too seriously

Notes: Thanks for writing so much, I love reading about you guys and seeing what makes you, you. You seem like such a cool person tbh. I also studied Latin, but only for a bit lol. I hope you enjoy your matchups ᨐฅ <3

Back to Main Masterlist

:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.:

I match you with: Solomon

:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.:

I match you with the witty sorcerer, Solomon! 

He found getting to know you to be a difficult task at first. Initially you showed little interest in him, despite his tendencies to show up unannounced. 

All. The. Time.

He was overjoyed when you finally gave him the time of day. So imagine how ecstatic he felt when, after many interactions and lots of time, you turned out to reciprocate his feelings? He was beyond ecstatic, but he concealed it behind a pleased smile. 

He appreciates your straightforward, sometimes blunt nature. He can be that way himself at times.

He loves it when you joke around with him and tease him. He may even take the initiative at times when it comes to teasing. 

He isn’t someone who will help you without you explicitly asking him to. He likes to see what you’re capable of, and he’ll only step in if a situation is dangerously out of control. Even then…

Usually, he’s the one who has a conflict of interest with authority, but more often than not he finds himself laughing off your combative nature as he skillfully dispels the tension between you and the person on the receiving end of your ire. He finds this side of you quite endearing. 

Spontaneity is Solomon’s middle name. 

You love the days when Solomon shows up unannounced to whisk you away to whatever destination he has in mind. This has resulted in many different experiences, ranging from trying new foods with exotic flavors to running from giant murderous snakes as they try to eat you. 

If you’re ever feeling stuck with no idea how to proceed in life, you can count on Solomon to assist you. Whether it’s brainstorming ideas or getting out and experiencing different things, he has a way of subtly helping you discover your own path, should you ever need it. He’ll do his best to help you without your knowledge.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

When you woke up this morning the last thing on your mind was sitting on top of an oversized cat as it ran through a seemingly endless meadow, but here you are.

You look at Solomon with surprise on your face as the cat runs through the empty field, the stars in the sky above create a mystical feeling. 

“So, are you going to explain how Satan’s cat got this big? I’m sure he noticed his cat missing. How did you even manage- you know what. I’m not even going to ask and just enjoy this.”

“Hm, good choice. I didn’t plan on giving you the answer anyway.” He fails to mask the amusement in his voice. You hate the way he smiles at you, almost like he’s teasing you. You open your mouth to retort, but only a sound of surprise leaves when the cat suddenly jumps.

You cling to the fur of the cat, and Solomon holds onto you. As his laughter rings through the air, you can’t help the way your heart flips in your chest.

Okay, maybe you can save the questions for later. It’ll save you a headache in the long run.

 

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

I match you with: Claude Von Riegan 

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

You can always rely on Claude to make things interesting. 

Claude is the one who typically gets you in trouble, as he ropes you into participating in another scheme of his. You’ve tested the many tricks he has on others, and it often resulted in the two of you hiding together in a corner of the Officer’s Academy.

Claude is impressed with the amount of languages you know. He likes to hear you speak in them, so he’ll often tease you as his way of asking you to talk to him in those languages. When your response is a flirty sentence in said language, he doesn’t know what you’re saying but he certainly recognizes that look in your eyes.

Trust me when I say he’s all in whenever that happens.

He finds your independent nature to be admirable, and very attractive. Although, don’t be surprised if he winds up scolding you for trying to do something dangerous alone. You may get annoyed with him at times, but he also knows your limits and what you’re capable of. He’d only truly scold you if you were pushing yourself to a breaking point.

He finds it quite adorable when he catches you reprimanding Ignatz for his shy nature after class. However, he effortlessly inserts himself into the conversation to hear both sides. He knows you may mean well, but he also knows when someone isn’t ready to hear something or they have yet to realize the truth for themselves. 

Honestly, your relationship with Claude happened so naturally it’s almost scary how things went from friendly, teasing banter to hand holding and stealing kisses.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

“So I add.. How much?” Claude chuckles as he tries to measure out the precise amount of flour to use. You sigh in exasperation as he purposefully puts too little flour. 

“Claude, if you aren’t going to help then get out. You’re in my way.” Your blunt words fail to deter him. He moves closer to you, and he sweeps up a bit of the flour on his finger. 

“Claude! I told you-” The rest of your words die in a hushed whisper as his hand delicately sweeps the flour over the bridge of your nose.

“Oops! My bad. Let me clean that up.” His hand discreetly swipes up more flour onto his finger, and he runs it along your lips now. 

Your feelings of aggravation morph into delight as he sweeps in, kissing you on the lips. His tongue runs along your lip to remove the flour there.

You can’t help the small smile that lifts your lips as he slowly pulls away. He flashes you an equally joyous smile as he presses a sweet kiss against your nose.

“There’s that smile I love. Now, let me help you properly this time.” You roll your eyes when he measures out the correct amount of flour, no questions asked, and adds it to the mix.

“You’re annoying.” “You love me anyway.”

You’d retort if he wasn’t right. 

His smirk reveals that he knows this. 

Dedicated to,

⌞rav--en ⌝