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@obito-week 2024

Chunin

Okay honestly.. it's not much. But I'm really trying. This week has been really busy for me for no reason, but I'm still gonna post every day damnit-

Anyway, I hope you guys can enjoy this. I know no one likely saw the original piece of mine that this is a redraw of, so I just put it above for reference. Not super proud of it, but hey, I hopefully improved just a little.

(Also, ps- everyone participating in this event is so creative and talented. I feel spoiled looking at some of the entries, but ESPECIALLY the ones that use the prompts I gave. Thank you guys so much for your lovely creativity-)

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

Hellhound

Fandom: Obey Me! Character: Satan Warnings: implied character death Betareading @valfraeyja and @reneotomegirl Word count: 1084 Summary: Satan and MC adopted a dog, but hellhounds... might not be able to resist a delicious human soul. Ao3 link in the source.

“MC!”

Satan burst into his room, but MC wasn’t there. The room was completely empty, with no sign of any presence. His brothers’ words kept ringing in his head, haunting him with all the possibilities he had overlooked and ignored.

“You really left MC with a hellhound?!”

He did. Now it seemed so stupid, so thoughtless of him, but yes. He did.

Now the only hope was that he would arrive in time to prevent the tragedy, to save MC from his stupidity before the dog succumbed to the temptation of a human soul.

How could he forget that?

“You know that humans are super fragile!”, a voice echoed in his head. “Like, even their own dogs can kill them!”

“Solomon once told me about a ferret killing a human even.”

“A FERRET? F*ck, this is serious!”

He didn’t want to believe that. Humans could not be so fragile. But he himself always remembered the fragility of human life when he held MC in his arms. If there was even a grain of truth in his brothers’ words… he had to check. He had to make sure. Hellhounds were in another league than a weak dog from the human world. How could he forget that?

Was it because the dog seemed absolutely well-trained? Because it kept interacting with MC with no signs of hunger? But it was not just a dog from the Devildom, it was the demonic breed, and MC was merely a human. And Satan, who was the “owner” of them both in the dog’s eyes, was away and could not intervene. Even if the dog was obedient, at some point it would definitely snap. And attack.

And yet, somehow he forgot it entirely, and left MC with the hellhound, blinded by the domestic happiness they shared, by the imagined future of them being a happy couple with a dog.

How ironic, that the moment he saw beyond MC’s tempting soul and saw a person, a lovely person worthy of loving, was what decided MC’s doom. That the moment he let himself get attached, the moment he let himself fall for that fragile human, were the moments which could cause him to lose MC – because of his own thoughtlessness.

He could only cling to the hope that he managed to get to the House of Lamentation in time to prevent the doom from happening.

But the halls were quiet, eerily silent in their emptiness. Some dog toys scattered on the floor of his room, with no signs of either the hellhound or MC. Not even the slightest sound in the whole mansion, only his own regret ringing in his ears, with his brothers’ harsh words.

The last message on his D.D.D. was about going for a walk. MC didn’t reply after that and Satan just hoped he’d get an update from one of the others searching in the campus and the city that they had found MC safe and sound. But the D.D.D. didn’t make a sound either.

With dread rising in his heart, he kept searching through the whole House of the Lamentation. Every hall, every room. Even his brothers’ rooms, despite the fact he knew how unlikely it was that MC would be there. In the kitchen he found a dirty bowl, smelling of dog food. And a forgotten D.D.D. with many, many unread messages and missed calls – MC’s D.D.D.

But MC was nowhere to be seen. And neither was the dog.

All that he found was remains of their presence, and as he was picking up MC’s D.D.D. with shaking hands, a wave of fear overcame him, that this would be the last reminder he’d have of them. He sank onto a chair.

And while he was used to overwhelming emotion getting the best of him, it was not usually like this. He was furious, yes, at himself, but for the first time the fury was dulled by another, much stronger emotion. It wasn’t fury that was filling his heart and head almost entirely, with no other thoughts left; it was pure fear. Fear so strong it made the world spin around him.

Only the last, last thread of hope…

The garden.

MC might still be in the garden.

He managed to get up and rushed out of the mansion. The evening was unsettlingly calm as he was walking around, trying to spot any movement in the surroundings, catch every sound. But with no avail.

Everything around seemed dead.

Until his ears caught a quiet, very familiar sound, a barely audible whimper from behind the corner. A dog’s whimper. If the dog was hurt, did that mean... that MC tried to fight and hurt it? Then MC is…

He turned the corner, partially already boiling up with rage, ready to tear the hellhound apart, and partially simply scared of the sight awaiting him, with heart frozen in his chest.

And then…

“Bad dog.” MC said, holding the muzzle of the very distressed looking hellhound and staring it straight in the eye. The dog whimpered again.

Satan almost collapsed to the ground, right where he was standing.

MC was fine. Nothing had happened. How stupid he had to be, to believe what his brothers said. Now that he thought of it, it was obviously a prank to just scare the shit out of him.

There’s no way humans could be so weak and so fragile. And MC wasn’t some shrinking violet to be harmed or eaten by a mere dog, without fighting back, right? The dog wasn’t even a strong demon. It surely had a good nose, but this meant it knew MC is bound to some of the most powerful figures of the Devildom. The hellhound knew its place in the demonic hierarchy, too, Satan had made sure it did. He sighed with relief.

MC didn’t seem to notice him, still looking at the dog and scolding it while it was looking more and more apologetic with every harsh word. Satan decided to keep watching them, and could only smile at the sight of a hellhound and its new owner. Co-owner.

“Bad! Very bad!” the scolding continued. “No eating my soul! Bad!”

What!

[violin-and-schoolwork]

OBEY ME BINGO PROMPTS!!

@bucketseesaw​‘s discord chat (myself included) were very Passionate about this! and so here we are!

GO CRAZY GO STUPID! im so hyped to see everyone’s creations!

PLEASE USE THE TAG #OBINGO ME SO WE CAN HYPE EACH OTHER UP!

[obeymeprompts]

THE NAUGHTY WRITING OBINGO ME COUNTERPART: brought to you by the awesome fandom discord group too

**also it says overstimulation with Asmodeus but i chose the worst font ouch

the tag is going to be obingo me naughty bc nsfw is still being censored i g uess? so yeah

[obeymeimagines]

Obingo Me

Answering the kink of: Sensitive Demon Tail and Pre-planned Somno with Belphegor

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Belphie was honestly not expecting this.

The human his brothers had brought home had become a close friend for him, maybe if he thought of it for long enough, a crush.

They were kind, dependable and they loved to nap with him. They also liked touching him a lot, which he enjoyed greatly.

He'd fallen asleep during one of the cuddle sessions he had with the human and, apparently, so had the human. Except this specific human was never idle.

They always needed something to fiddle with, always needed to touch something and it just so happens that in their sleep, they went for his tail.

He didn't tell them how sensitive it is before, and he honestly doubted that would help in this situation as the sleepy human stroked the sensitive hairs on the end of his tail.

He decided to wake the human, gentle shaking and soft calls of their name did the trick as he apologized for waking them, but explained his tail being sensitive and asked for it back.

That incident had been several months ago now, the human was now his lover, and he frequently woke up to them sprawled on top of him, which he appreciated greatly. He like the weight of his partner on him while he slept. It was reassuring.

He didn't know his partner usually tested out responses on his sleeping body, running their hand along his tail and seeing what spots he liked more and what he didn't.

So, finally, it was time to nap together. Belphie had fallen asleep rather quickly, the warmth and weight of another, mixed with the slow stroking of his hair lulled him to sleep damn near instantly.

The human had gotten permission from the Avatar of Sloth before, they were allowed to do as they choose to him while he was asleep, and they waited until he slept deeper to start.

Once the human was sure he was securely sleep, it was time to start. They wrapped one hand gently around his tail and used your fingers to go between the spikes, getting a small hum from their boyfriend.

They shifted so they could reach the sensitive horns, pressing soft kisses and feeling the way the demon beneath them started shifting. They slowly began moving their hand down his tail, to his sensitive hairs, all the while, using the hand not occupied with his tail to tease another horn.

They waited patiently through their demon's squirming until finally, he felt hard enough for them to use their thigh to give him friction, softly working his tail and horns.

It was at that point that Belphie woke up.

Everything felt hot, he could hardly move with the waves of pleasure hitting him all at once, and he let out a sound, trying to question his human breathlessly.

Instead, he got lips against his lips, a soft kiss as his hands went to the bed, grabbing the fabrics in an effort to ground himself.

The moment the soft lips left his, he let out a whine as he arched his back, easily getting a hand to play with his sensitive nipples as those beautiful lips that he had before went to the abandoned horn.

The soft treatment his tail got became rougher, getting a breathy “Ah-!” From the demon as they kept going, grinning as he began grinding against their thigh.

“Oh, please…!” He whined. “Please touch me more!”

“Your wish is my command, love.” They purred, moving the hand from his chest to his member, slowly and effortlessly bring him to an orgasm.

“A-ah!” He whimpered as he spilled onto their hand. They worked him over that edge before shifting back to their earlier position, the one they fall asleep in previously.

“How was it?” They asked, gently stroking his cheek, ready to do anything he asked while he recovered.

“Amazing.” He sighed. “Let me rest up, alright love? I’ll pay the favor back when I’m awake.”

They smiled and kissed him gently. “No pressure, Belphie. I’m just glad you enjoyed it.”

“..’course I did…” He murmured, slipping into sleep already.

“Rest well, love.” They cooed to him.

Of course, no demon would rest with a debt unpaid. When they’d wake up, they’d be trapped right beneath him, his tail around their midsection, and he would make sure to give back every bit of pleasure he got before.

After all, even the Avatar of Sloth can be quite energetic when it comes to certain things.

[justtooobsessed]

7 Minutes in Heaven/Hell (Obingo Me!)

im a satanfucker ... L

Claustrophobia tw!

“Hey, hey, [Name]!” Asmodeus’ melodic voice perked up your ears as he knocked on the open door to your room. You placed a bookmark into the book you were reading; most of the time Asmodeus in your room meant you had to put everything down to gossip, paint each other’s nails, or even just be talked at rather than with.

“What is it, Asmo?” you said, turning your full attention to him. He loves having your full attention, the narcissist-- but it’s good to have this conniving devil on your side.

He took this as permission to enter and sauntered to your bed to take a seat. Satan followed, but was still stood close to the doorway, acting as if he shouldn’t even be here. “I have a question for you about a human thing,” Asmo said.

“Go on?”

“Okay, so! Solomon, Satan, and I were having a conversation the other day, and he said he did some embarrassing stuff while playing a game called ‘Seven Minutes in Heaven.’ We went to Simeon and the Chihuahua to ask about it since, you know, ‘Heaven’, but they had no idea what it was!” he threw his hands up in the air for dramatic effect. “We figured a fellow human would know, since Solomon won’t answer us.”

So Solomon played this before? Sounds like something to ask him about in the future. “It’s a game where two people, usually chosen randomly, are locked in a closet together for seven minutes to do, well… whatever it is they want to. Usually kissing,” you answered honestly.

“Have you ever done it before?”

“No, I’ve never--”

“Would you want to?” Satan suddenly inserted himself into the conversation. When you and Asmodeus looked at him with surprise, he covered his mouth and blushed. Quickly regaining his composure, he cleared his throat and continued, “Just for curiosity's sake, of course.”

Asmodeus was experiencing what one would call mild panic. As the demon of lust, he knew quite a lot of love and it’s associated emotions, but feeling those exact vibrations from his brother made him want to puke. “Satan. Do not tell me you just said that.”

“It was simply a question,” Satan leaned into his hand in a poor attempt to mask his blush, “[Name] said they had never done it before.”

Asmo was internally cringing at his brother’s awkwardness-- in the hundreds of thousands of years they’ve been brothers, he’s never witnessed Satan act so uncomfortably. In fact, he’s pretty sure he’s never even seen Satan express strong feelings towards anyone. 

Luckily for Satan, Asmodeus was feeling extra nice today. “How about we play a game, then?” he said in that cheerfully mischievous voice of his, clapping his hands together with a smile. “You know, they always say the easiest way to learn is by doing! So show him, [Name]!”

You barely had time to process what was going on before Asmo had shoved both you and Satan into your small closet. You glanced at Satan, trying to reassure him with a look before trying the doorknob, but it wouldn't budge. “Asmodeus! What's the big idea?”

“Don't worry,” he giggled, “You won’t be there forever! I’ll let you out when I get back, okay?”

“From where?” Satan shouted, losing his composure slightly. “How long do you plan to keep us in here?!”

“Seven hours,” Asmo answered as if it weren't that big of a deal.

You choked on your words, managing to repeat Asmo’s own with a stutter. “What do you mean, seven hours?” You were starting to get nervous just thinking about being in a small space for so long with someone you liked.

“Since we live for so long, seven minutes is like nothing!” Asmo quipped, “So seven minutes in heaven is equivalent to seven hours in hell.”

“That's way too long,”

“Calm down, [Name]~” he hummed, and you became angry just imagining the cocky look on his face. “Although I'll admit -- and I’m sure Satan would agree -- you are so cute when you’re angry!”

"Oh yeah? Well I'm about to get real fucking adorable–"

"Buh-bye, you two!" Asmo sang, and you heard the door to your room slam shut. At this point, yelling for help would do no good, and your D.D.D. was still in your room on your desk.

"Satan, do you have your phone on you?" you twisted around to face him, and he knocked his head on a shelf trying to back up. Despite the darkness of the closet, you could see him flush.

“Erm,” he checked his back and front pockets, then sighed. “I left it in my room. I didn't think I was going to be here so... long.”

“Yeah,” you agreed. A loud silence filled the closet as you both stood stiff as boards, looking at anything but each other. You wanted to step back to reduce how close you two were, but unfortunately you two were about as far as you could get. So instead you cleared your throat, arms rubbing against the clothes hanging in your closet.

Satan broke the silence. "So, when you were describing this game…” he finally looked you in the eye, “...you say you spend time in the closet doing ‘whatever it is you want to do.’ What do you want to do?”

‘I want to kiss you.’ You thought. 

“Let's just talk,” you said.

Satan smiled, telling you that was a great idea. “Akuzon is going to have an anniversary sale soon. I was thinking of reading a new series, if you’ve got any suggestions.”

You sighed at his words. Whenever you tried to talk to him, he would be bare-minimum; always speaking of his brothers or something vague about something even more vague. “You know, you don’t have to fake smiles and act calm all the time," you said with an unintentional pout. “At least, not around me.”

“What do you mean?” he tipped his head like a curious dog, another made-up smile grazing his lips.

“I noticed you got angry at Asmo earlier. Why bottle it up? You're the avatar of wrath, after all.”

Satan’s eyes softened. If he was going to be stuck with you for seven hours, he might as well be honest. “It’s… different. I have to learn to keep my emotions in check, or else it could spell disaster for our realm. Yours too, probably.”

“I get that you’re trying to look out for others, but… It can’t be healthy to keep everything in, Satan,” you frowned. “I don’t want you to feel caged. You can at least be honest with me.”

The blonde demon took a sharp breath. He had never really had someone notice these things about him, and he was definitely thankful for the outlet you offered. “[Name],” his lips parted. “I… Thank you.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Well, how about I ask you the same question you asked me? We have seven hours in here together. What do you want to do?”

‘I want to kiss you,’ he thought.

“I want to get to know you,” he said.

You looked upwards in thought. “Let’s see… I like dogs, I like [favorite food], and I like... You rested your head on his chest, wrapping your arms around his torso. “You.”

You could hear his heart beat faster and faster in his chest.  He mentally berated himself-- he’s spent years practicing how to keep his cool in any situation, and a hug made him panic like this? He laughed it off, wrapping his arms around you. “I think you’re a great friend too, [Name].”

You lifted your head from his chest, looking up into his eyes. “Satan,” you said in a stern voice. “You know that’s not what I meant.”

He leaned further into your embrace, resting his head atop yours. “Sorry. I like you too. I’ve just been too scared to say it this whole time.” Satan chuckled, and it was pure magic to feel his laughter through his chest. “Can you imagine that? Me, Satan, Avatar of Wrath, scared to tell someone I like them.” He nuzzled into your hair, mumbling his next words.. “How embarrassing.”

[bucketseesaw]

My first entry for the #Obingo Me

Mammon: Handcuffed for 24 hours

This is very short, 5k words only. May be rushed.

I'm thinking of this as more of a starting point (training, if you will).

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Devildom was unusually calm, the actual day you get free time from your studies is when everyone decides to waddle off, go figure.

So you did the most logical think at the time. You sat on your bed and opened your D.D.D, ready to scroll through devilgram and try to piece together the history behind some photos.

Since no one was around, it couldn't matter the time you'd spend on your phone observing the shenanigans and practically waste your whole day there.

//

A couple hours got by and still no sign of the demon brothers. A sudden thought came to your head and left you feeling pretty dumb, 'Just because I'm free doesn't mean the others are too...' and only then did you realize than in fact, you do remember Asmo and Levi talking about having some plans to take care of. The others must be in a similar arrangement, who knows.

That is, until your room door nearly got broken down by an agitated Asmo holding Mammon forcefully by the arm, and following straight behind with a disapproving but curious expression, Lucifer himself.

" W-..What?" You stammered out, greatly confused by this event.

"It's time for you and Mammon to just stop being stupid, the tension is ruining my skin!" Asmo said in a slight high pitch while pointing at you, then he pushed Mammon to the center of the room, in a not so gentle manner.

Lucifer just watched the show without saying a word, the only sign of emotion coming from his mysterious eyes, that were filled with clear mischief.

"You need to show respect to THE Mammon, I'm your big brother!" He barked at Asmodeus, but he apparently was having none of it.

"Shut the hell up and Y/N, stand up for a moment."

There was a moment of silence, Asmo approached Mammon in the center and then glared at you.... .... wait, why was he looking at you again...? Ah yes! He's waiting!

You stumble, not so gracefully, out of the bed, mind buzzing with plain confusion and just trying to figure out what the actual fuck is happening. It's common for those little fights to happen, but this seemed different. They did come to your room, so that should say something.

"Care to explain..?" You murmured, stepping near them and with a glance at Mammon's face you could already tell you much he didn't want to be here right now.

"No time for that, stick your arm out." You complied with little to no hesitation but with doubt nonetheless.

What happened next surprised you, the feeling of cold metal against your wrist that nearly made you scream and not even a second later a yelp was heard.

"Are you insane!?" The white haired demon screeched, flailing around. You could now see clearly that you were in fact, handcuffed and to no one other than Mammon himself.

"Though I don't usually fool around, this may be a nice experiment." Lucifer said, humming in satisfaction to himself.

"Now, let them be." He put his hand on Asmo's shoulder "We still have business to attend to."

"I'm done here anyways." He then examined himself "My perfect self can't go out looking like this, I'll need to redo my nails and fix my clothes."

With that, the two left the room, leaving you two feeling hopeless and in a state of urgency.

"Wh- I can't believe they did this." You said while looking at the handcuffs connecting you two, a mild panic in your expression.

The demon bit his lip and got closer, you could see how tensed he was. "No need to worry, for you are locked with THE great Mammon." He smiled anyways, the shit eating grin you were used to.

"You must feel pretty lucky, huh? A mere human getting this chance!"

You could see his attempt at comforting you and while it wasn't the best, you appreciated the thought. A smile fell upon your face and you giggled in pure relief.

"Yes! I definitely am lucky to have you here."

The words left your mouth before you could even think, it wasn't a lie so there was no problem.

The chocolate colored demon blushed and practically became a beacon of various shades of red, his mouth opened and closed several times, almost like a fish.

"Weh-Well... I- Of course you are! Who couldn't." He settled for the easy answer and slumped over himself.

You push the cuffs a little, signalizing for him to follow. As you sit in your bed, the demon does the same, although keeping more distance than necessary.

He seems to have gone back to his shell, being awfully shy and not at all like normal.

You catch a glimpse of his still rosy face and feel a strange warmth fill your chest. A sudden need to hug Mammon close and never let go.

You couldn't survive forever but the idea of hugging him was strangely enticing and you could only wish you had more self control.

Mammon trembled slightly as he felt your free arm encircle him and push him closer, the handcuffs making the half hug a little awkward.

"Y/N!?" The white haired demon gulped and looked shocked, turning his head to look at you.

"What are you doing?" He said under his breath. The blush worsened, his neck and ears turning the same cherry red color his face had acquired.

"You know.. I, I haven't appreciated you enough" You say gently, shoving your head in his neck.

"I can't help but compare you to a blinding sun, even if you can sometimes not be very bright..."

"You always make me happy..."

Mammon could only take short breaths as he tried to recompose himself.

"It's only fair yeh-you say that about ME, Ah-After all I am THE great Mammon..." Even in his tries at sounding confident, it was clear he was still nervous.

Instead of talking, you only continued to rest your head on him and let the silence befall the bedroom.

It didn't last long, as Mammon started shifting. You thought he'd move away, but were greatly surprised as he only reciprocated your gestures and leaned his own head against your shoulder, well, as much as one could with a handcuffed hand.

Something about the serene atmosphere you two had created, prompted you to sleep.

You could resist the urge of course yet, you didn't. The scent of the demon besides you and the little breaths he'd let hit your shoulder blades, made you want to stay in that position.

It was only moments later that you succumbed to a peaceful dream, warmth all around you.

//

And that was how Asmo found you two. Sleeping against each other in a tight cuddle.

He didn't feel the need to wake you up, however he did take a quick picture that was directly posted in his devilgram page.

Such a cute scene deserved a spot for all to see and as a quick reward, he'd let the keys for the cuffs resting near the bed, smiling to himself all the way till he left the room.

[levsart]

I know in theory this was probably meant for writing but consider,,,

I rlly messed up Leo’s arm tho lmao

[obeysme]

— insatiable.

* ASMODEUS & READER. for the overstimulation with asmodeus kink bingo square.

i didn’t even pretend to give this a plot, it’s just pure filth. warning for explicit sexual content, obviously. if you’re a minor, don’t interact with this post or you’ll be blocked.

as a heads up: the reader has no specified gender, but they have a vagina and there’s penetration involved.

Your fingers are trembling as they thread through his hair, thoroughly mussing the chocolate curls. You grip the strands as if they’re a lifeline, your breaths leaving you so fast you feel light-headed.

Nestled between your thighs, Asmodeus looks up at you, his eyes glittering with mischief. His chin is slick with your essence, which he casually wipes onto his thumb. “You can handle one more, can’t you, darling?” he asks. Then he cheerily inserts the digit into his mouth.

“O-One more?” you say, transfixed by the show he’s putting on for you. In your current debauched state, it’s difficult to process what he’s saying. Then his words register, and you drop your head onto the pillow to stare at the ceiling.

He’s already given you three orgasms. Now he’s planning for a fourth?

He used his fingers the first time, and only his fingers. “I wonder if I can make you cum just with this,” he’d mused, his smile wide and predatory. So you fucked yourself on his manicured fingers while he watched, just like he wanted.

As you came down from your high, he’d moved you to the bed. “Turn around for me,” he instructed. He was generous enough to help you get onto shaky hands and knees before pressing his chest against your back and slipping his cock inside of you.

Eventually you fell onto your back, panting. Asmodeus was already kissing a path down your chest, your stomach, and lower still. “Wanna know how you taste...after I’ve cum in you...” he’d said between nips, his hands kneading your thighs. “I bet it’ll be delicious~”

Is this insane stamina a demon thing? It has to be. It feels like you’ve been writhing in Asmodeus’s bed, under his ministrations, for hours now, yet he’s shown no sign of slowing down. Meanwhile you’re sensitive to the touch, every brush against your skin electrifying.

You could tell Asmodeus to stop if you wanted to. You know he’d pull away immediately, let you catch your breath or finally rest. But you need to know how deep this well goes.

Just how high is a demon’s libido? Especially when that demon is the Avatar of Lust?

Asmodeus coos your name, his breath hot against the shell of your ear. While you were lost in thought, he must’ve moved to hover above you, his arms bracketing your frame. “Hey, are you ignoring me? I’m hurt.” He pouts. As usual, you’re unable to discern whether he’s being genuine or not.

You blink up at him. His hair is mussed from your fingers running through it constantly, his cheeks flushed with exertion, and he doesn’t have a stitch of clothing on. It’s difficult to focus on his words, instead of the pretty picture he makes. “Um. Wh-What?”

He nips your earlobe in retribution. “I asked, can you cum one more time for me?”

Oh. Right. He wants to give you your fourth orgasm of the night. You swallow thickly before nodding eagerly. “Y-Yeah,” you gasp out. “I...think I can.”

“You can?” His hands settle onto your hips, squeezing gently. “Good. I’m glad. I didn’t want this night to come an end just yet.” His eyes sparkling with delight, he leans down to kiss you. Your lips part open at the brush of his tongue, and he lets out a pleased hum when you lick into his mouth.

The kiss is bitter and salty, considering where he’d just been, between your thighs, but you find you don’t mind the taste. It has you shuddering, in fact. Asmodeus has made you just as depraved as he is. You don’t have a moment to think more on that, because he’s tilting your chin up with one hand to deepen the kiss.

You’re so caught up in it that you almost don’t notice his other hand gliding down to lift your leg, encouraging it to wrap around his waist. You lift your other leg without prompting, twining both behind his back. This makes you press up against his warm abdomen, his erection bumping into your ass. You wiggle your hips against it, unable to help yourself.

Asmodeus puts a stop to that immediately, clamping down on your waist to keep you still. He pulls back from the kiss to chide you. “Ah, ah, ah! I don’t know how long I’ll last if you do that, darling.”

You frown, disgruntled. “Then hurry up, Asmo.”

He raises a brow at that. You realize then the mistake you made. “Oh? How rude. You didn’t even say the magic word. Maybe I just should leave you like this instead...”

You secure your legs around his waist tighter, your eyes widening. “W-Wait! I’m sorry!” you say quickly. You know better than to think he’s bluffing. He’s left you high and dry, yearning for more, before. “Please hurry up, Asmo.”

He smiles wickedly. “That’s more like it~” Finally, he gives in to your plea and lines himself up with one hand, before sinking into your tight, wet heat. You hiss through clenched teeth, still sore from your last orgasm. There’s no pain, though, just a tightening in your stomach as he bottoms out. Then he pulls out, slow, and you’re whining at the loss.

He coos at you, pressing a few kisses along your jaw before leaning back to take in your flushed reaction. His hips snap forward, and he buries himself inside you once more. He does it all again, and again, and again. He picks up the pace, until the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin echoes in the lavish, spacious bedroom.

You can barely keep up, biting your bottom lip hard to stifle your moans. “F-Fuck, Asmo,” you whine instead, squeezing your eyes closed.

“Mhm, that is what you’re doing,” he says, teasing, though his tone is more strained than playful. This is affecting him just as much as it’s affecting you.

As the thrusts continue, your hands scramble to his shoulders, his back, for purchase. You grip him desperately in the hopes of some kind of support. Time has no meaning. For all you know, he could’ve been fucking you for hours, for days.

“So tight.” Asmodeus’s breathing grows laboured, though not as bad as yours is. “How are you, ah, still so tight? Feel like I could keep doing this, uhn, forever and, oh, never get tired.” Your eyes flutter open. Despite his words, a faint sheen of sweat dots his brow. He’s finally showing signs of fatigue. Even demonic stamina has its limits.

Pleasure continues to mount within you, steadily. You’re pushed further and further up the precipice, until you’re not sure when the dizzying drop will hit you. You’re thankful that Asmodeus is as winded as you are. Otherwise he’d drag this out, stop just shy of your release and make you beg for it, not relenting until you were a shaking, teary mess. You enjoy the edging, of course, but right now you want gratification without all the teasing that tends to come with it.

And, if your body’s reactions are any indication, that gratification will be here soon. Heat continues to build, your muscles tensing. Sweat gathers along your chest, along your hips.

Asmodeus strokes his hands along your sides, touching every inch of your bare skin as if he’s mapping your body and committing it to memory. Every moan and whimper of his name that escapes your lips has him grinning with glee, his eyes devouring the reactions that every snap of his hips pulls from you.

You can hear him gush about it, say, “So cute, you look so cute under me!” but his voice is distant, as if you’re underwater. You’re lost in sensation, in pleasure.

Which is why you practically jump when long, lithe fingers touch your clit. They circle your sore, sensitive nub before flicking at it in tandem with his thrusts. You throw your head back into the plush pillow beneath you, one hand scrambling frantically along the silk sheets of his bed.

Asmodeus knows when you’re about to cum. He always does. Maybe it’s because he’s the Avatar of Lust, or maybe he’s just attuned to you, but he leans down to your ear and says, sing-songingly, “Now, darling. Cum for me~”

“A-Asmo—” is all you can manage to gasp out.

With him deep inside your core and his fingers still circling your clit, you do just as he said. Your back arches, your toes curl, and you bury your face in his neck. You take in deep, gasping breaths as Asmodeus fucks you through your fourth orgasm. He smells of lavender and sweat, which turns out to be an intoxicating combination.

His own release hits soon enough, and he spills inside you with a high-pitched groan and his eyes squeezed shut. Breathless, you reach up to run a hand through his sweat-slick hair, before cupping his cheek. When his eyes open, they’re a deep molten gold.

For a few moments, the two of you stare at one another, your breaths mingling and limbs entangled. Asmodeus’s face softens, and something in your chest loosens at the sight. You love this moment, when he drops his confident, lustful veneer and bares himself to you, no walls keeping you apart.

You lean up to kiss the cupid’s bow of his mouth, and he dips down to meet you. Your body tenses when he pulls himself out of you, your cunt reflexively contracting around him in an effort to keep him inside. You wince at the emptiness and soreness you feel, but another kiss from Asmodeus has you relaxing into his embrace once more.

Eventually he lies down beside you, a leg thrown casually over your hip, as you both bask in the afterglow. A few minutes in, your eyes slip closed, fatigue catching up to you.

Then you feel Asmodeus’s nose trail along the column of your neck, his eyelashes fluttering against the sensitive skin there and making you shiver despite yourself. “Think you can go for a fifth round, darling?” he asks, his voice soft and cloyingly sweet.

Your eyes snap open. Demons, you think in disbelief, are absolutely insatiable.

[mr-fear]

Obingo

@obito-week 2024:

Any AU

Wanted to doodle my little cuties just to get into drawing again, just to get started. Hopefully I can post something every day this week, but we'll have to see. In the meantime, have a little angst with Rin and Obito's dumbass trying to conceal his issues and plans. Poorly.

(I am not doing this right at all, I'm going to be hopping ALL over the place- no winning Obingo for me lmao-)

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

Normies gonna norm

Fandom: Obey Me! Character: Leviathan Warnings: none Betareading: @reneotomegirl, @super-gay-waffles and sugarbungaius (Ao3) Custom MC: Ren, fudanshi, self-proclaimed Avatar of Disappointment, actually quite human. Word count 1412

This was written for Obey Me bingo prompts by @violin-and-schoolwork - swapping anime recs with Levi!

 “You MUST watch this.” Leviathan pushed the DVD box into Ren’s hands. “I can’t believe you haven’t watched it  yet!”

“Levi…” Ren wasn’t really sure if he wanted to bring the demon down. Not with all these sparkles and stars flying around whenever Leviathan was infodumping on his favourite shows. But they’ve been swapping the reviews and recommendations for  weeks and Ren couldn’t take all those magical girls and panty shots anymore and Leviathan apparently wanted to convert him to his moe girls religion. Which was impossible as Ren had zero interest in girls, be it 2D or 3D.

He stared at the DVD in his hands for a good moment, before he finally sighed and shook his head.

“I’d love to, but it’s the twentieth show about magical girls you’ve lent me…”

The stars and sparkles disappeared, replaced with almost touchable air of disapproval and judgement. Here we go again. Ren sighed again.

“Of course a normie like you wouldn’t appreciate this masterpiece.”

Ren bit his tongue not to spill what he’d been doing for the last few weeks. Leviathan would very likely agree it wasn’t a normie activity, but Ren had serious doubts regarding admitting to anyone he’d  been marathoning his BL and hard yaoi collection. And regarding the fact that the collection was enough to keep him occupied for a week.

“Anyway, what about the movie?”, he tried to shake off the feeling of anxiety about his true hobbies. “How did you like it?”

“Not… really my taste.” Leviathan shrugged. “I don’t watch things with such a slow pace…”

“Guessed that much,” Ren tried to hide his disappointment, but probably very ineffectively. Otherwise Leviathan wouldn’t panic.

“But it wasn’t t-that bad!,” he stuttered. “It was good! Actually very good! I liked it!”

“No need to pretend, Levi.” Ren snickered at this reaction. “Not everyone has the same taste, right? Don’t worry about it.”

“As if I’d worry!” Leviathan huffed. “And I’m… not pretending. I actually… wanted to ask if you have more of this director.” Ren raised his eyebrows. “Everyone needs a change of pace sometimes! I might as well give it a try. Not because it’s your favourite.”

“Yeah. Right.” He nodded with a solemn expression, not buying it at all.

“So for next time, I’ll check out the newest movie. Now! I’ll lend you that DVD.” Leviathan pushed the box with probably at least four DVDs into Ren’s hands. A very pink box, with lots of fluttering skirts on the cover.

“Spare meee,” Ren groaned. “Not another magical girls show…”

“You just don’t know what’s good.” The demon huffed again, offended. “I guess it is a waste to give you any good show to watch.”

“You said it yourself, everyone needs a change of pace, right? How about that battle shounen series on this shelf?” Ren pointed to the complete collection of world’s longest anime ever, trying to suck up the anger boiling in his veins.

“You want to watch that?”

“Yeah, piqued  my interest! You like it, right?” He tried to sound chirpy as usual and just let the anger die down. But it was a stupid question, if Leviathan didn’t like it, he wouldn’t have a whole shelf with all released seasons. But he somehow didn’t seem convinced. “How about that?”

“Well, there’s no helping it,” Levi sighed and shook his head. “I’ll lend you that one. But what did I expect. Normies have normie tastes and nothing can be done…”

“Normie this, normie that!” Ren spit the words out before he managed to bite his tongue and swallow them again, like he’d been  since the beginning of their anime exchange. “I’m NOT a normie!”

But he wasn’t taking it back. He was so not going to take it back, not again. He’d had more than enough of that.

Leviathan just watched the outburst, shocked – after all he never had a chance to see any human furious, and especially not this always perky human. He just stayed silent and didn’t say anything for a long second. For a second – before blowing up too.

“Totally not, absolutely not, yeah right! I see a normie, I call it a normie!”

“Then your eyes tricked you!” Ren grabbed the front of the demon’s shirt as he shouted to his face. “I’ll have you informed that I’m the only person in the human world who marathoned every! single! BL anime! ever! produced and did it TWICE! And since last week I’m going for a THIRD record!

“You dare to challenge me?” Leviathan slapped his hand away, just to do the same. “Want to beat me at my own game?,” he hissed, his face so close their noses were almost touching. “Bring it on!”

“You so sure about it?”

“…”

“…”

“Wait. BL?”

And suddenly Ren realised he’d just spilled his most hidden secret.

And suddenly Leviathan realised he was actually doing a pretty pre-BL thing so he released Ren from his grasp and stumbled as he took a few hasty steps back.

“Well, okay, nevermind.” Ren could hear his own voice high-pitched as never before. “I’ll watch the magical girls. Ahaha. Yeah. We’re good. Are we good?”

“…” Leviathan only glared at him, baffled and probably seriously shellshocked from the revelation.

“Levi?” Ren’s heart sank. He should have known. He should have known Leviathan would be disgusted. Otakus watch anime for cute girls, not for guys banging on screen. And there was a huge difference between them and fujoshi… or fudanshi, as he was. A difference of respect as well. Because there was no respect, mostly. That’s why he was hiding it in the first place.

Great. Just great. He just blew the only friendship that let him open up at least a bit about the human world’s pop-culture. Now everything’s over. It has to be.

“Levi?”, he repeated softly.

“D-d-did I-I just… agreed on w-watching…” Levi was getting redder and redder every word he said, “the world’s… whole s-supply… of BL? With two g-guys… k-k-kissing?”

“S-seems like that.” Ren confirmed, but kept for himself that kissing wasn’t usually the last step the characters would be taking on screen. But maybe… better not add fuel to the fire.

”Is it very different from dating sims? Not that much, right? Just one doesn’t have boobs.” He laughed nervously. “It isn’t that different. Right? Right?!”

But Leviathan didn’t seem to agree.

On the other hand, he wasn’t trying to argue the point either. He was only getting more and more flustered, no matter how Ren tried to reason with him.

Probably because it was totally nothing like Leviathan’s dating sims.

But… was it  a lost case after all? Well, at least he didn’t mention the bara stash. Yeah. That… could have been worse. Much worse. Positive thinking. Positive thinking was the key.

But he was, at that moment, feeling nothing even close to positive.

”We can forget this conversation.” Ren sighed, hanging his head. “Please, let’s just forget this conversation. I’m a total normie. No fudanshi at all. The normiest of the normies. Feel free to call me a normie whenever you want.”

“…I’tch it.” The demon mumbled with a barely audible voice, averting his eyes and raising a hand to cover his face.

“What?”

“I-I’ll w-watch it.” Leviathan avoided his gaze and looked aside, pouting for some unknown reason, still impressively pink in the face.

“Whoa whoa, wait, you just cannot do it without preparation!”

“Wha…!”

Okay, this might have sounded wrong in… some contexts they both seemed to be actually thinking about. This likely sounded very wrong. No, definitely sounded very wrong. Ren felt his cheeks burning with a blush as impressive as Levi’s and Levi himself was probably reaching some world record of the shade of red one’s face can turn.

“I-I-I mean, if you really, really want to, I can recommend something! One something!” Ren flapped his hands in panic. Well, he didn’t exactly know what was the point of the gesture, but it worked somehow. Leviathan was at least a bit calmer now, but still scarlet like a lobster and hiding his face in his hand.

“I… okay.”

Considering the impressive red colour on Leviathan’s face, Ren mentally excluded all raunchy stuff he watched in the last week and recommended something sweet and romantic instead, and as good as he could find.

Little did he know how flustered Leviathan got while watching it later.

And how flustered Leviathan got upon researching some very very wrong series a bit later.

[the-shika-inn]

🎃 Halloween with the Uchiha 🎃

Words: ~1743

(Adding a page break cuz this LONG 😳)

"I'm not missing anything, am I?" Scrambling with the paper bags, Shisui struggles to move. Feeling rather sorry for him, you offer to hold one of the bags. "No, you imbecile! You're NOT supposed to help him after the EMBARRASSMENT he put us through back there!" Obito smacks your hand away, glaring at you with his heterochromia eyes. "I'm afraid I have to agree with Obingo on this." Madara chimes in, nodding quite knowledgeably. "For the last time, it's OBITO!"

"Guys, where is Sasuke?" Itachi's head moves back and forth, while everyone lazily glances around, not paying much attention. "He was with y/n last time I could see." Shisui rolls his eyes and pouts. Sure the incident was bad, but holding these bags are TORTURE.

"Poor boy probably ran off because y/n does not know how to dance!" Madara flicks his hair, exemplifying his point while you watch in an impartial T-pose. "That's because YOU'RE shit at teaching!" Obito claps back, clenching his fist as the Madara war flashbacks hit him hard (probably).

Rustle, rustle, bang!

"What the FUCK, Shisu—" As Obito looks back he gasps: Shisui is nowhere to be seen, leaving the poor bags sprawled on the ground in a sporadic manner.

"My word, he is GONE!" Melodramatically, Madara holds his hand to his forehead, looking more at the clothes and other items than wondering where Shisui went. "Everyone stay close!" All four of you listen to Itachi's command, back facing one another. Silence falls as a chilly breeze flows by, ruffling your hair.

"...Oreo darling," Madara slashes open the silence with his fraudulent flattery, "hand me one of the bags. Might as well steal what he bought while he isn't here."

No answer.

"...Oreo?" Glancing back, Madara realizes his hand is poking the air.

"Obito!" Itachi exclaims as only three of you remain, "L-Let's hold hands! We can't let whatever this is get us too!"

Preparing himself to sprint with you two, Itachi is yanked back by Madara pathetically scampering to get his hands on some of the goods they bought.

"LEAVE THE BAGS, MADARA!" Itachi drags Madara as he growls and hisses. "NOOOO! The Gucci slides!" He cries in shear terror, "My beautiful, immaculate babies!!"

Desperately clawing the ground to grab a hold of the bags, Madara yells out in anguish—however, the anguish soon turns into a spark of hope as you help him try to get his precious Gucci slides.

"Y/n, STOP encouraging him! And come, let's go!" Grabbing the two of you, Itachi rushes into a nearby pharmacy. "Maybe we'll be safe in here." He remarks, wiping the sweat off of his brow.

While Itachi leans on the white, yellow-stained walls, Madara searches around the shop. "Oh god, this place is so BORING! They don't even have CONDOMS here! Seriously, look at this y/n! What kind of pharmacy doesn't have a condom?"

Itachi's eyes widen instantaneously.

"The answer is: NONE! You two, LET'S GET OUT OF HERE!"

Like a hurricane, you three rush out of the glass doors, making your way onto the roofs of the buildings above. Conveniently, since you are all holding hands, movement is reduced by tenfold—balancing on flimsy shingles isn't a very easy job.

Once Itachi catches his breath, he activates his Sharingan as to perhaps get some clarity on this bizarre situation. "My Uchihae senses are not tingling, whatever is this?!"

"Well, whatever it is, I hope it puts up a fight! Come on y/n! It's been a while since I've seen you dance!" Madara holds his guitar-fan which manifested out of thin air, as he waits for your cue.

"Oh no... I suppose I have angered y/n earlier... Maybe?" Pondering, for once in his life, Madara decides to say something good.

"Hey, I was joking earlier, you can dance, really."

Silence...

"...Y/n?" He looks back at Itachi who lifts up his empty left hand.

"Y/N!!" They both shout in sorrow.

"MADARA! WE HAVE TO HUG EACH OTHER TO PREVENT ANOTHER CASUALTY!" Itachi cries out.

"ALRIGHT! UCHIHUG FORMATION!"

~ * * * ~

A flurry of green along with an overpowering smell of air freshener assaults your senses: it would be a few minutes till you could fully open your eyes. As you lifted yourself up, you found out you somehow ended up in a hedge maze. Could the rest of the disappearing Uchiha (Uchihas? Uchihies? Uchihae?) be here too?

Having nothing to lose, you trudge to the supposed entrance of the maze. Glancing up, you've noticed the sky has switched from it's usual periwinkle color around this time, to a harsh maroon—unfortunately that's not all. Floating in the maroon sea like a freakish swan is a moon with a face—an angry and rather familiar one. Ignoring the bells ringing in the distance, you wander onward into the linear path of the maze until a fork stops you in your tracks.

Left or right?

Since you disappeared holding Itachi's left hand, you suppose going right would be choosing the right way.

Right?

Steadily strolling ahead, you hear a faint screeching noise gradually getting louder—even going ahead to drown out your own pattering footsteps on the damp grass. Who could be behind you? Rather, what could be behind you? Conversely, what could be around you?

Petrified, you force yourself to look back—better sorry than not safe.

"Hey, y/n." Obito smiles.

You jump, but compose yourself once you register that it's only Obito.

"Actually, I have a perfect explanation for all th—" He sneezes and you find yourself in a carnival, then back at the maze.

"Sorry about that..." Looking quite embarrassed, he fiddles with his sleeve, "You see... Whenever I sneeze, well..." Obito sways about, fidgeting his two fingers together.

You watch as Obito wriggles around like a shy anime worm, waiting for him to eventually continue his story.

"I guess my space-time travel kinda messes up and..." As he rubs his neck, he suddenly screams when his mouth is covered by a hand.

Assuming a defensive yet offensive stance, you ready your jutsu to aim at the perpetrator when he interrupts you. "Y/n, it's me." Sasuke tells you from behind Obito, "I have to cover this loser's mouth to prevent any further danger to us."

"SASUKE, WAIT NO!" A desperate Shisui shouts from the distance, but it's too late: the four of you are transported to a graveyard.

"Huh?! But he didn't sneeze!" Sasuke gasps, as he lets go of his hold on the exasperated Obito, swiftly drawing his sword as some colossal centipedes close in on you four.

"I guess I left out one detail..." Obito murmurs, averting his gaze downward.

"Obito has diarrhea." Shisui deadpans.

"And what does THAT have to do with anything?" Slashing a centipede in half, Sasuke raises a brow.

(This music starts playing 🤣)

"It's simple actually. If you think about it, when I disappeared, Obito didn't sneeze then. There seems to be two triggers for his space-time fuck up: sneezes and well... little toots."

"STOP! HEY!!" Obito covers his ears and interrupts Shisui, "WHAT'S YOUR DEAL WITH EMBARRASSING PEOPLE?!"

"Y/n, constrain him while I handle these centipedes and while Shisui explains, since he can't move when pulling up flashbacks and diagrams out of thin air." Sasuke blatantly states.

Going next to Obito and covering his ears, you listen to the knowledgeable Shisui.

"A sneeze is loud, while Obito passing gas happens not to be, which is why he could slip under the radar unintentionally. You see. Since his body is all clogged, from his sinuses to his intestines, naturally his chakra flow is also suffering from blockage. Think of it like a traffic jam: you have cars blocking the road which keep building up and moving at a staggering pace, and the inevitable accident once the traffic somewhat flows again. That's sort of whats happening to Obito over there. His chakra is coming out in spurts once the clog is expelled but for a moment. When he sneezes, his whole ENT system opens up for a second, sending out a spurt of chakra in the form of an undesirable space-time travel: an accident. Similarly, when he passes gas, his rectum expands—burst of chakra again. Conversely, there might even be a third trigger that we don't know about yet. Our best bet to remedying this is to buy the poor guy some medicine. Maybe ibuprofen, paracetamol or laxatives. All three even."

By the time Shisui is done explaining, Sasuke has killed all the centipedes, Obito is rolled into a ball and you're clapping at the speech in appreciation or to give the illusion that you didn't space out—you tell me.

"Alright then. Fart, Obito. I'm sick of these centipedes now." Sasuke glares at the "Ballbito", even going as far to point his threatening sword at him.

"Now, now, Sasuke. You should refer to it as 'passing gas'. Don't aggravate the poor thing. He is agitated quite easily."

"ARGH! Shut up you two! I'm NOT gonna do what a child like Sasuke tells me to do, and Shisui, I'm NOT an animal at the fucking zoo!" Dusting himself as he gets up, a singular sparkly tear falls from his eye, and before you all know it, you're in a dim, gooey red room.

After a brief moment of shock mixed with disgust at the liquid dripping from the roof of the seemingly endless room, you hear a voice.

"Uchiha (Uchihas? Uchihies? Uchihae?), and y/n!" Itachi yells as he approaches you four.

"Itachi! Buddy, it's great to see you." Shisui smiles.

"We are inside of Madara." Interrupting Shisui, Obito states.

"How do you know that, you car?" Sasuke curls his lip.

"Because Madara wanted to see if he had Big the Cat living inside him after playing Sonic Dreams Collection. I got paid for it, so it was worth it."

There's a deafening silence.

"I'm sorry, Obito." Itachi smacks Obito unconscious, returning the five of you back to the street outside the mall.

"Dear me, I feel so empty now. Just a second ago I felt butterflies in my belly. I think I've fallen for that tree over there... DAMN YOU, HASHIRAMAAAA!" Madara has another outburst, practically ignoring the rest of you covered in his acid.

"How'd you figure that out, Itachi?" Sasuke asks in wonder, "Wouldn't taking him out leave us in Madara's body?"

"I took a chance." Itachi lets out the breath he had been holding and the five of you take Obito to a hospital.

[obeymeprompts]

i’m indexing the obingo me! stuff

since i’ll be already indexing those, i won’t be reblogging them, BUT i’ll be hearting and possibly replying too. everything posted so far was just amazingg <3

[fictionalabyss]

WIP tag thingy.

Tagged by @cloverhighfive

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs. yooooo some of these are oooooold (i went as far back as 2019). Alright, here we go.

Sambingo - gender swap (recently completed) Sambingo - Major charactor injury (recently completed) A/B/Obingo - selling slick #2 unfinisheddarksamidea teacher/John series  PreSLD - Lyle PreSLD - Clint PreSLD - Reader darkseriesidea demonreader a strong woman part 2&3 crowleys request - tate halloween Misadventures in sex Surprise xmas #18 Bucky idea Hell on wheels/SPN Untitled document Commission A/B/O part 2 (There is also a part 1 that says finished but I don’t know if it ever posted... fuck..) mythical creatures??? I’m gonna call out @sorenmarie87 and @iflostreturntosteverogers . Join me in my misery of ‘oh fuck, I forgot about some shit’ ROFL

[obeysme]

OBEY ME KINK PROMPT BINGO!

i’ve never taken part in a prompt bingo before, so you know i had to try my hand at this one. though i’m the one participating in this, you lovely followers can help out by requesting a specific prompt for me to write next!

for prompts that don’t feature a character, you can send in whichever character/s you’d like! as a reminder, i do write for lord diavolo, simeon, and solomon, though i’m not all that confident in their characterizations.

completed bingo squares will be 'stamped’, and the scenarios linked under the read more. let’s see how many bingos we can get, if any!

(credit for the bingo prompts and graphic goes to @obeymeprompts.)

overstimulation with asmodeus -

insatiable

[nyan106]

HMMMMM 👀

OBEY ME BINGO PROMPTS!!

@bucketseesaw​‘s discord chat (myself included) were very Passionate about this! and so here we are!

GO CRAZY GO STUPID! im so hyped to see everyone’s creations!

PLEASE USE THE TAG #OBINGO ME SO WE CAN HYPE EACH OTHER UP!