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smoft-demons · 3 months

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Tsundere nonsense

(This takes place between getting Beel’s pact and leaving for the retreat)

Mild angst, hurt/comfort, fluff. The human is very sensitive and cannot tell when Mammon’s spouting bullshit.

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Auva sits on the couch in the living room next to Beel. There’s a show playing on the TV. Beel is snacking as they watch it idly. Levi sits in a corner playing a game on a handheld console, hunched over and grumbling about being out of his room. Asmo sits on the floor, painting Satan’s nails. Everything is peaceful.

Mammon walks in, and Auva perks up, hands grabbing at the air in his direction. Beckoning him to sit at her other side.

Mammon acquiesces with an unsubtly fond eyeroll. Smiling openly.

Asmo snickers at him

“Honestly, Mammon, you still can’t admit that you’re wrapped around that human’s little finger? You’ve all but adopted her at this point! Can’t you say how much you love her?” Asmo teases.

Mammon sputters, hands flapping frantically as his face burns bright red. “Wh—! I—! NO! I don’t love the human, I didn’t even want the human, I don’t care about the stupid thing, what the fuck are ya talkin’ about Asmo—Shut the fuck up before I make you—!” Mammon deflects desperately, defending himself as Asmo cackles.

Under the sound of Mammon’s shouting, there’s a muffled little sound. A quick, squeaky puff of air, as if from being punched in the gut... Auva.

She inhales slowly, blinking hard. Trying not to cry. Trying not to draw attention.

It’s not working. She turns to bury her face in Beel’s shirt.

Because… Auva knew Mammon didn’t like her at first, he had said as much all the time! But… but she really thought he had changed his mind by now! He hadn’t said anything like that in weeks!

All the time he spent in her room, all the hangouts and talks and whispering stupid comments to each other in class, all the silly memes they’d sent to each other, his ever present charger and toothbrush and random items left in her room because he’s always in there with her… how is that not friendship? How can he still not care about her after all that? How could he not want her? Why…

“…why would he say that?” Auva asks Beel, her voice cracking with barely suppressed tears.

Beel places an arm around her shoulders. “He doesn’t mean it.” He assures her.

She sniffles quietly.

“—the worst, Asmo, see if I don’t sell YOU next, you piece of—oh, human…” Mammon finally notices his human, curled up in a little shivering ball of heartbreak. Hiding under Beel’s arm. Tucked away from him.

“Wha—no, no, hey… ya know I never mean any of that… right? Human..? Auva…” Mammon’s voice is suddenly softer. Soothing, like he’s trying to coax a scared animal out of hiding.

Silence.

(In the background, Levi glares at Asmo. He throws a nearby cushion at him.)

“I didn’t mean it, Auva, I promise..! C’mon… look at me?” Mammon frantically says.

Auva sniffles again. “Y-you said… you don’t care about me. Stupid thing, you said… you said—”

“No, no, human… I’m sorry. I didn’t… you’re not a stupid thing. I promise ya, I didn’t mean it! I was just…” he sighs heavily, as he mentally kicks his own ass.

“I—look. I get defensive, I’m… how’d you put it? I’m real fuckin bad at feelings, okay? I just—I get called out, then I get defensive, an’ I just yell lies to get everyone to lay off, an’—aww, baby, no don’t cry, don’t… fuck, I’m a jackass… c’mere, c’mere…”

Beel glares at Mammon as he pulls Auva out of her hiding spot, so he can hug her.

Auva thinks what he just said demonstrates some rather impressive emotional intelligence and self-awareness, especially for someone who just claimed to be bad at feelings. This… is encouraging, she thinks. Maybe, maybe it really will be okay..? Maybe he really does love her?

Hesitantly, desperately, Auva hugs back. Tangling her fingers into his shirt, hands bunched up in the loose fabric at his sides. Clinging, but not daring to actually hold him. Not yet.

“I’ll work on it, I promise. I’ll do better. I promise, I promise, human… I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean a word of it, I’ve never meant any of that, please tell me ya knew that…” Mammon pleads as he squeezes his human tightly. Secure, safe… how he knows by now she responds best to.

“You said… you said you don’t want me..?” Auva sobs.

“I do, baby, I do. You’re MY human. ‘Course I want ya! I’m never gonna get rid of ya… shhh, shhshshh… I’m here, baby. I gotcha. I’m not lettin’ go. Promise.”

Mammon has dropped his tsundere nonsense entirely. It falls away to reveal the soft, gentle, protector that Mammon is when no one else is there to witness it.

“…Auva?” Mammon murmurs in the long, quiet moment after she’s calmed down. “You did know that I never meant any of that crap I say when I get like that… right?”

Auva shakes her head slightly. “How would I know?? I can’t do subtext, Mam. Unless it’s in fiction, I guess. I never pick up on any of that in real life. I just… I trust you, so I believe you. S-so… if you say that you don’t care about me… how would I know that’s not what you meant?”

“…oh. Well… fuck. I… y’know what? I need you to know I’m tellin’ ya the truth now. I want you to use the pact. Command me to tell you the truth. Lemme tell you what I really meant.”

Auva’s taken aback. That’s a big gesture! “Um—are you sure?”

He looks away, red-faced and clenching his jaw as he nods. He gestures at her to hurry it up, get it over with.

“Okay… Mammon, tell me the truth. What do you really think of me?”

“Auva… you’re MY human. My precious lil buddy. You’re my lil gremlin human. There’s really not much I wouldn’t do for you. I love you, I’d NEVER get rid of you! I can’t imagine ever not wanting you here with me. You’re not some… stupid annoying obligation. Not at all. I can’t believe you really didn’t realize how much I cared about you, even from the very first few days of knowin’ you! Auva, I’m supposed to protect you, and I WANT to! You’re my baby, Auva. My lil baby. I love you, and I’m staying with you. As long as possible. ‘Kay?”

Auva stares wide eyed at Mammon. That’s… wow. Some shit she’s sure he’d NEVER say if it weren’t forced out of him. Safe to say she knows what to believe now.

She lifts the command.

“…wow. Okay. Yeah. Thank you…”

Overwhelmed, Auva buries herself in Mammon’s arms again. That was… a lot.

“Don’t let go?” She requests softly. Mammon squeezes her reassuringly in answer.

It’s peaceful again for a moment.

“Mammon.” Beel rumbles threateningly. “If you make the baby cry again I will throw you through another wall.”

Auva makes an embarrassed sound, curling into Mammon to hide again.

Mammon laughs. “Yeah, yeah. I won’t. I got the baby. She’s fiiine.”

Auva squeaks, overwhelmed and unsure how she’s supposed to react. She decides on clinging to Mammon and ignoring everything else. Her usual strat. It’s normally effective enough.

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mammoney-y · 11 months

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Hi hi! May I request how you think the brothers would react to a trans (gender neutral) Mc? Or just your favorites, I don't mind.

Please feel free to take your time or/and ignore the ask.

--V.X

I didn’t know if you wanted the reader to be transitioned before they went to Devildom, but imma assume that the reader went into Devildom pre-transition I hope you don’t mind

🫐The Brothers Reacting to a trans mc

Pairing(s) platonic! Demon bros x reader

Genre: Fluff

GN reader (they/them prns used)

CW: small mention of transphobia on Beel’s parts, cringy dialogue

☆ Lucifer

When you told him he definitely made a little shocked face then regained his composure

But you better believe that it fueled his feelings of pride when you told him first

He will Never misgender you…..like he will not do that

If you’re not out to the rest of the bros, and you’re not ready to tell them yet he’ll refrain from using pronouns and he’ll use your name… like I said once he finds out he won’t misgender you

If you are ready to tell them but you feel anxious he’ll give them a super long lecture about the lgbtq+ and about your identity

He’ll punish them if they misgender you even if it’s done accidentally

Like if Belphie was half awake and accidentally slipped up he’s hanging upside down and Lucifer is forcing him to stay awake

Even worse if it’s a low ranking demon 💀

Luci can and will tear a low tank demon apart if they dare misgender you

If you ever feel dysphoric Luci will comfort you but it’s a bit awkward since he can’t really relate

Lucifer will contact Solomon (much to luci’s dismay) to see if he can cast a spell on you so you can get your ideal body or something

☆ Mammon

He acted like he knew what it was (he did not) then researched all night

Mammon will not look stupid in front of his human!

His search history consisted of this:

Trans human

What does trans mean?

How much Grimm is transgender?

Is it expensive being trans?

Trans merch

Trans people simply explained

Trains?

You’ll wake up with pride merch in your room…..it’s the cringy target merch 💀

When you walk in his room he’s wearing a shirt that was the words “my friend is a transformer” or something like that and he looks at you with a goofy grin

“Hey! Human don’t ya feel honored? I, the great Mammon bought ya gifts!”

he tried it’s the thought that counts

If you’re not ready to tell the others he’s confused

Like you told him so why can’t you tell the others??

He starts blushing when you told him that you trusted him the most

Then he gets all cocky like “of course you wanted to tell the great Mammon first! I’m amazing!”

He chews out low ranking demons if they misgender you

He probably outted you to the brothers accidentally

Like one of them uses the wrong pronouns and Mammons sees the upset look on your face and he snaps

“Oi! MC goes by they/them! Ya got that?!”

Instantly feels bad and locks himself in his room because he thinks he upset you

He gasses you up if your feeling dysphoric

Constant praise and love from him to make you feel better

“Of course ya pass MC! Those low ranks don’t got nothin’ on ya! You’re amazing!”

He expects the same when he’s feeling sad

☆ Levi

Please explain it to him in anime terms if you don’t wanna be there for the rest of eternity

Since he won’t understand he’ll think your pranking him or making fun of him

“Of course you’re pranking a yucky, gross otaku like me….”

After like 100 anime references he’ll understand

“Ok so like the TSL side character Yuki! They accompanied the lord of the shadow in the live action adaptation and they were trans like you and-”

Levi will also get really blushy and flustered that you told him first

Like you wanted to tell a gross otaku like him your secret?? He’s honored-

He compares you to other trans anime characters to make you feel cool….it works?

He also buys cosplays of said characters in hopes of you cosplaying with him (you’ll never hear him admit that)

Once you tell the others he feels weirdly jealous? Like he knew it was bound to happen but he liked having a secret with you-

He’s constantly telling the others that he knew first so they shouldn’t think they’re special lmao

He Rages when you get misgendered like almost Satan level rage

Like those worthless low ranks think they can say that to you?! Hell no

He’ll mutter insults towards them under his breath and will probably get Lotan to deal with them

He gets in trouble the next day but it’s worth it

If you went to him feeling dysphoric he won’t know what to do

He’s the worst at comforting out of all the brothers

He ends up cuddling with you in his tub? Bed? He’s blushing the whole time

☆ Satan

He likes to read about humans and such so when he read a book about the trans community he suspected something about you

Satan knows what you are

When you told him he had a grin on face glad that he was right and glad that you trusted him more than Lucifer

“Hmm..you’re trans? I had a suspicion but I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. Oh you didn’t tell Lucifer yet, you trust me more than him? That’s amazing.”

Although he already knows a lot about the subject he’s always reading up on the subject because it intrigues him

No one dares talk bad about you or misgender you when satans around

Like they wanna live to see the next day💀

But if they do…may the lord forgive them because Satan won’t

Threatens the brothers when you tell them

Rubs it in Lucifer’s face that you told him first

He gotta kill that pride somehow 🤷🏽

If you go to him feeling dysphoric he reads to you while you rest your head in his lap

Or he’ll make you some tea and lets you rant about your feelings

☆ Asmo

Asmo was ECSTATIC when you told him

He was probably the only brother to make a big deal out of it tbh

“Ah! Darling you told me first? Hehe I’m so glad, come to me if you ever need help♡~”

He’s already giving you makeovers based on your preference, he can make you look femme or masc, whatever you want

He takes you out to get a new wardrobe the moment you tell him

If someone misgenders you accidentally he’ll correct them passive aggressively

“For someone that claims to know MC you don’t seem to know their right pronouns, maybe pay more attention, hon.”

But if it’s on purpose he’ll tear that demon’s confidence down to the ground, like if that demon thought highly of themselves they definitely don’t when Asmo’s done

He also buys you pride merch but it’s not cringy like Mammon’s dw

Asmo will never let you feel dysphoric, the moment he suspects something you’re bombarded with compliments and the two of you are having a spa day

☆ Beel

Poor Beel nearly choked on his food when you randomly told him-

He looked at you shocked, smiled and then gave you some food

“You’re trans? Mhm thanks for trusting me enough to tell me. Here have some food you look tense.”

He already knows about the lgbtq so no explanation was needed

He won’t tell the brothers if you’re not ready, but he’s ready to be there for emotional support when you are

Most demons think that Beel won’t do anything about you being misgendered because he’s chill but they’re so wrong 💀

Beel gets pissed if someone misgenders you

If a demon is blatantly being transphobic to you Beel’s chill demeanor does a complete flip

He was just munching a second ago and now he’s standing right beside you glaring at the demon, menacingly

“It’ll be better for you if you apologize to MC, I don’t wanna hurt anyone…well in front of MC at least.”

He likes to make you food when you’re feeling dysphoric because “delicious food can make anyone feel better”

☆ Belphie

When you first told him he was half awake so he murmured something and went to sleep

“Huh? Oh..good for you, come lay with me.”

So when you told him again when he was actually awake he gave a better? response

“Ok? That doesn’t change the way I feel about you..now let’s take a nap”

Out of all of the brothers his reaction is the most nonchalant

That’s not to say that he doesn’t care, he loved that you trusted him enough to tell him

He just doesn’t want to make you feel weird by acting differently because you’re trans

He would actually kill anyone who misgenders you, he doesn’t care who it is

You’d have to rip Belphie off of the demon to get him to stop

He’d just stare at you innocently before saying that “they should’ve thought before they spoke, so it wasn’t my fault”

You probably don’t wanna go to Belphie if you feel dysphoric cause most likely he’s sleeping

But if he finds out he’ll play with your hair, eventually falling asleep

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wherethematchisheld · 1 year

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What if the MC had a child?

For both TWST and Obey Me, what if the MC had a child after the events of the game? Here are some upcoming long-fic ideas I have;

Notes; the MC here is mentioned to be female, and her child is given a name for clarity. MC also has no romance with anyone, so the child isn’t related to any of the in-game characters. The character mentioned is not the MC, but their child.

“The angel in the basement.”

(Obey me: MC).

Gwynn never saw the miracle in magic. To her it was quite elementary to use one’s fiery breath to melt the butter on their toast, or to ask the west wing a favor for braiding hair, or make the flowers on your nightstand sing you good morning instead of listening to a snazzy phone alarm. (Sunflowers were her favorites; they had the sweetest voices, like honey, honestly.)

Gwynn never saw the curiosity of creation. She always sat listening to documentaries bored out of her brain, listening to theories of the “big bang”. What’s the point of learning something when you already knew how it happened? She had half a heart to get up and tell the world just how it was made, but her mother was always stern about not saying a word about such matters.

Gwynn never saw the philosophy of what happened after one passed. Reading theology and theory always had her confused, and sullen, pursing her lips and pondering about whether or not she should spill the truth, wondering how it would be received. Truth was an odd thing like that; always sought, but never received kindly. She always pondered on who would believe her, before tutting and putting the tome away. Rambling on to her mother about it, the two of them chuckling along.

Gwynn never saw the evil in demons.

The vicar’s many rants about the “vicious seven lords” would always have her biting her lips in restraint, holding back a smile and a laugh, her mother giving her a strict look of indignation, whilst popping her own eyes out in humor. It was just too good, listening to the evils of “the great sins” while thinking of all those video calls gone wrong with their antics. There was never a day where they didn’t leave church smiling, her mother reminiscing of Gwynn’s “god”-fathers, over some nice coffee. Whenever these tales were shared in mocking voices over video calls, everyone would get a good laugh out of it.

The world always seemed a little bit brighter in those moments. The light and warmth of paradise never felt so distant, in Gwynn’s life. No, never. It in fact always felt to be shining down on her, casting her in its warmth and love, eternally.

Indeed, Gwynn never saw the evil in demons. Never. To her, they were just about as heroic as even the most virtuous angel, and just as nuanced as the most faithful human. Though, sitting in the small basement of a church, as the vicar handed her food, her idea of piety had begun to crack. “For you, my angel-“ “I’m not your angel.” She glowered at the man, kicking the tray away. “And I never will be.” He only smiled softly, watching the glittering light from the window frame her face. “Oh, my angel… I’m sorry, I must have come during an off-mood!” He had a gentle chuckle, an oxymoron to the sheer depravity of his nature. “No worries. Even those whose hearts can heal the fallen have their off-days.” He winked at her, friendly, fatherly, disgustingly. “I’ll come back later, around dinner. Do you prefer steak, or chicken?” He tilted his head inquisitively, rolling his shoulders. “I’ll just get you both!” And he walked away without a care. Indeed,

Gwynn never saw the evil in demons.

But she could always see the evil in man.

Set post the plot of the Obey Me game, after MC returned to the human world to raise her child, Gwynn, the young healing mage finds herself locked away in the church basement, mistaken for the angel Raphael, as the day to return to the devildom approaches at rapid speeds.

The fic deviates from “the MC has no idea about the otherworld” by having the MC explicitly know and accept the existence of the otherworld.

Divided into three parts, “trapped”, “welcome”, and “home”, the fic takes place over Gwynn’s journey through her arrival, acclimation, and settling in the devildom.

“Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the youngest of them all?”

(TWST: Yuu)

“I don’t want to go in..” the little girl clung to her mother’s leg, scared of the shifting, writhing mass of the mirror before her. In waves, the black surface of the bathroom looking glass rippled and dipped, up and down, up and down, in large, ebony swoops. Within these bulbous shapes that would dissipate into the smooth edges of the once firm glass, the pale palm of a hand would appear, ashen and white, it would beckon and reach for the young girl, a silent whisper of the eye, asking her to join, to step through in delightful mischief. But mischief and malevolence were confusing to the little one, the two big words very similar in her seven-year old brain, their many syllables and consonants coming out in convoluted messes when she tried to sound them in her head, the noise echoing in her scared little brain.

Her mother gawked pensively, ogling at the mirror in an odd mixture of intrigue, excitement, and deja-vu, memories and hopes all coming back to her in odd thought. How long had been since she last saw such a thing? How long had gone by on the other side?

Carefully, she watched the hands in the ripples, tracking the bends and curves of their elegant fingers and perfect grace with protective eyes, squeezing her daughter’s shoulders. Down, they would sweep, down in large, elegant archways, towards her daughter, some of them, and then up, pointing at her gaze through the rippling and dancing surface of the molten looking glass, towards her, others would point. Both of them, she realized, we’re being beckoned, both of them being called back yet again, for another adventure, another year, another trip to the other side.

She stared for a bit, glancing down at her daughter. Over her shoulder, into the living room, she then stared at the lilies shading a slumbering Grim, placing the pieces together in a growing g grin.

With gentle, loving hands, she picked her child up, pointing to the flowers. “Lailah? Sweetie? Do you remember those flowers?” Sniffling a little, the little girl nodded, now more curious than scared. Her mother stroked her squishy little cheek, pressing a small kiss to her forehead. “Remember how you brought them back after Grim set them on fire?” Again, a sweet little nod. “Well,” her mother went on, “you’re very special for doing that. You’re…” she paused playfully, “magical!” And finished with a smile.

Lailah waited for a bit, before gasping in realization, in a cute little face of surprise, with bright, happy eyes. “So, I’m like your friends? who you told me about in your stories?” Her mother laughed lightly, waking up a sleepy Grim with a light tap to the head. “Yes, sweetie. Yes you are. And, you see, if we go through the mirror, you’ll be able to meet those friends, and others who can do the things you can. And you’ll learn how to do more things.” Confused, Grim watched his henchman and his ward talk, before his ears lit up in pretty blue flames, reinvigorated and excited, jumping ahead to go start packing as Yuu followed him.

“But,” the mother whispered, looking at her daughter sincerely. “We’ll only go, if you want to go. Under no other condition. If you don’t want to go, then we won’t.” At that, Grim stopped packing, holding a pair of shorts in his teeth whilst a t-shirt hung precariously out of reach of his right ear, slipping as it twitched in curiosity, waiting for little Lailah to respond.

The little girl sat in her mothers arms comfortably, looking around the messy bedroom. A suitcase lay haphazardly opened, almost falling off the edge of her bed with how much weight rested in one wing, ready to combust with how many shirts, pants, suits and shoes had been haphazardly packed into it, held only by straps. Grim paced about impatiently, but he did not look at her unkindly, waiting without a word to let her think about it, even making his flames make little flowery and butterfly shaped sparks to make her smile a little. Looking curiously at the cat’s tidbit shaped tail, now that she thought about it, did other cats have those? Did other cats have fire in their ears? Did other cats speak? She guessed not, since Mom always his Grim away whenever guests came over inside the laundry basket.

She always wanted to meet Mom’s friends. Mom’s other friends sounded fun, and miles more interesting than her boring neighbors. She always wanted to know what merfolk were like, and how faeries actually looked. Maybe the world on the other side of the mirror was less scary than the mirror itself. She looked back outside the door to the bathroom again, and nodded at her mother quickly, giving her a quiet “okay”, as Grim quickly resumed his packing, whining in despondence as her Mother undid his “handywork”, attempting to actually organize the clothing properly before merely tossing everything in, quickly dashing to the still ruminating bathroom to gather some quick toiletries, and lightly jogging into her daughter’s room to pack a separate suitcase entirely for Lailah.

Lailah herself merely sat beside the suitcase on the bed, watching Grim ramble on excitedly about “another year of making people’s jaws drop with his awesome magic”, as she daydreamed, already thinking of what to say when she’d introduce herself to her mothers’ oh-so coveted friends.

Set after Yuu leaves Twisted Wonderland and makes a life for herself and her toddler, Grim of course included, the mirror calls her back once more, ready for her second year at NRC, though this time, a second guest seems to also be invited; and a very young guest indeed.

Yuu’s child will in fact have Magic in this fic, as well as a signature spell, but Yuu will still be completely magicless. Additionally, Lailah’s magic might work a little differently, though that’s under development for me.

I wanted to try and experiment to see what the characters would be like after all of Yuu’s help and influence; this fic is more lighthearted than the Obey Me one, focusing more on the chemistry between the OC and individual characters rather than the intense plot.

Well, that’s all for now. Feel free to comment or repost; let me know what you think!

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kobalt-kole · 1 month

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Hello!!

I’m Kobalt! Or Kole for short! I’m an artist and fan of the obey me fandom!!

My personal Kole’s relationships with the obey me characters is STRICTLY platonic!! I will have another blog made that I will like here when it’s ready!!

I will post

Art and content surrounding Obey Me and my Character Kobalt!!

I have some rules!!

1. I’m fine with NSFW jokes but a big no no for content of that nature. (especially any art of Kole in that way!!)

2. All ages are welcome but the preferred age range is anyone 13-20!! If you are over the age of 18 please refrain from interacting inappropriately with anyone under 18 or on this blog!!

3.please be respectful of people and others, disrespect is not tolerated.

4.swearing is okay but keep it to a minimum, I swear like a sailor outside of this blog but in this blog I prefer to keep my language a bit more clean!!

5. Have fun!!:33

#artwork #obey me oc #platonic obey me #blog rules #blog intro #just some little rules

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dumbificat · 26 days

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Ꮺ hey — you’re booptiful !! ‎

☆ various x gn!reader — fluff ✿ no warnings — wc : 888 ♪ note — happy boop day :P ♡ please reblog if you enjoyed !! ★ taglist — @thexianzhoujade @ryuryuryuyurboat @dailypenpen @thestarswhisper @lemonarcade @nostalgic-muffins + @xianyoon @nervocat i think you’ll like this :9

— neuvillette was both unprepared and unfamiliar with nose boops. he loved you and the ways you showed affection, but sometimes struggled to see how it was affectionate. he’d never complain, though. instead, he usually went along with it and reciprocated the action. in this case, the fabric of his glove was soft against your skin as he booped… your forehead. well, it was the thought that counted, right?

— wriothesley be initially caught off guard, but would simply respond with that deep chuckle of his, before booping your own nose. his heart swells at your bright smile, mentally cooing at how cute you are, and would welcome any future boops with open arms. well, nose.

— lyney would be used to your noncon-formative displays of affection. he can’t say he prepared for the boop on his nose, a small gasp leaving his lips before he can stop it. it’s quick to spread into a smile, his own finger reaching across to boop your own nose. he then pulls out a rainbow rose right before your eyes, seemingly from thin air, placing it behind your ear with a kiss to your temple.

— gallagher raises a brow at your antics. he’s used to them by now, knows they’re just little displays of affection. when you think he’s about to boop you back, his big hand cups your jaw, dragging you closer so he can press a kiss to your forehead. he chuckles when you pout, finally booping your nose as well. you did a small cheer at that, and he felt his heart melt.

— jing yuan was resting in your arms like the sleepy cat he was when you booped his nose. you could tell he was half asleep but he was too cute to resist. his eyes drooped in a slow blink, before his head moved towards yours. your noses booped together in an unconventional kiss, then he returned to snuggling into your neck. you could only hope he’d remember this when he woke up.

— blade almost a pulls his blade out until he sees it was you. then he just… stares at you. did you really just boop his nose?! upon seeing how elated you are to have ambushed him with affection, he huffs and relaxes his shoulders. after many daring attempts at showing your love to him in the past, you knew that meant you had free reign to boop him as many times as you wanted. of course, don’t abuse this privilege - he does still have his blade after all.

— mammon pauses for a moment, debating what to do. he loves when you do things like this, little signs of love just for him. a huge blush spread across his face. how could a simple tap leave him this flustered? he was determined now to make you the same blushing mess he was, so he reached out and booped your nose. many times. in fact, it became an outright booping war.

— lucifer would wonder how you could feel joy from such a small act, yet he won’t stop you. the most you’ll get out of him is a sigh and a question about whether or not you’re okay. when he confirms you’re fine, just feeling silly, he’ll resume with his paperwork while you boop away. just be prepared for boops of your own when you least expect it.

— simeon would initially be confused, chalking it up to humans and their playful signs of affection. this confusion would melt into adoration as he sees how happy you are, moving in turn to boop your nose. you both keep booping each other, and even switched to kissing each other’s noses instead. at least you returned to a familiar act of endearment that your loving angel could recognise.

— luke would be quick to shout “i’m not a kid!!” until he sees it was you that booped his nose. his anger would disappear as quickly as it came, but he might still pour at your antics. it’s only when you bring his hand up to your own nose that he brightens up, realising you weren’t making fun of his kid-like appearance. cue many boops and giggles, as well as a confused solomon when he sees you both.

— yoo joonghyuk didn’t know what to think, so he chose to ignore it. not you, just the small boop you left on his nose. you’d just finished a scenario, the next not starting for a week so you took some time to rest. the crackling of the fire in front of you was welcomed, but you could feel your eyes drooping. for so long you’d been pumped with adrenaline, only now did boredom seem like hell. that’s when you booped him. in all honesty, you didn’t expect much, just a quick distraction if anything. though, your shock was apparent when his own finger reached across, tantalisingly slow in its movements, to boop you back.

— kim dokja would pause what he was doing, looking up from his phone to see your smiling face. he knew he wasn’t imagining things - you really did just boop his nose. at the lack of a response, you made an awkward little sound, almost regretting the small action. so, when dokja booped your own nose with a chuckle, you couldn’t stop the huge grin from spreading across your face.

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equestriagirl16 · 11 months

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Luke: Sorry MC, Angels do crazy things when they miss someone.

MC: *picking him up* You wanna know a secret?

Luke: What?

MC: I missed you too. *kisses him on the forehead*

Luke: hehehehe!

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luxthestrange · 1 year

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Incorrect quotes#805 Still your baby

After Luke got to meet DemonMc...

Luke*Seeing that Mc is leaving to go, to Cocytus Hall,*...I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!

Mc*Smiles as they walk backward now*I love you!

Luke: HAVE A GOOD DAY!

Mc: Have a great day!~

Luke: BYEEEEE!~

7Brothers*Look back and forth the interaction*...

Mc:Byeee!~*Blowing kisses his direction*

Luke*Covers his cheeks and giggles then uses them to "amplify" his voice*I LOVE YOUUUU!?~

Mc: I LOVE YOU TOO!

Luke: I LOOOOVE YOUUUUUUUU!?~

Mc: I LOVE YOU TOO!?~

Luke*In a high-pitched voice with tiny wings fluffed behind him happy waving at them*I LOVE YOU SO MUCCCCCHH!?!?~

Mc*Snorts as they bump into Solomon's chest who was waiting for them at the gate,s*OMD

Solo*Chuckles at their interactions*Maaaybe we should let him sleep with us tonight like in the old days~

Solomon aiming for domestic life...he got you already...now his angel son-

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wolfiafuntime · 7 months

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Obey Me Thought

MC, about to do something self-endangering: You only live once!

Lucifer, stopping them: And you will live it safely.

MC, about to do it again: Life is short!

Lucifer, stopping them again: Yes, but I will make it as long as possible.

MC: I'm here for a fun time, not a long time!

Lucifer: And you can have fun inside your room.

MC, running off: YOLO!

Lucifer: What does that mean?

Levi: Looked it up. Apparently, it's human for "You only live once"

Lucifer: MMMCCCCC!

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tfshouldidohere · 1 year

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Mammon in every timeline:

#this can be platonic or romantic #honestly my boy 😭#like he is literally made to be with MC 😭#God i cant even begin ti explain 😭#obey me #swd obey me!#shall we date obey me #obey me swd #obeyme #obey me!#obey me shall we date #mammon #shall we date mammon #swd mammon #obey me mammon

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 6 months

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For Obey me, how would our angles be when they have a crush on a demoness mc who unlike other demons just want to relax for the most part

Lazy Demon Reader | Yandere Obey Me!

Have you met Belphie? It's giving the same energy or lack thereof. Sleeping’s your passion and like any other, you go to RAD. Becoming an unlikely ally to their otherwise favorite human resident and ultimately the one who’s captured their heart:

Simeon

“Ah (Y/n) I expected to find you here.”

“Oh hey, Simeon.”

He appreciates how much easier it is to keep track of you

And how easily you are to persuade

But you’re too relaxed to question his less-than-angelic reactions to people turning your attention from you

Not to mention keeping quiet about the way others avoid you now

“(Y/n)! Did you read the latest issue from Christopher Peugeot? It's about falling in love!”

Raphael

“Your sleeping here, again?”

“*Yawn* Oh its you…hi.”

“I have something I want you to try on.”

Has made you his unofficial model for his crocheting needs

Is not above stabbing his spear into the demons that demand your time away from him

If asked he will deny up and down what he feels for you is love

“I’m just very conscious of my model’s integrity. Therefore I will summon my spears if you have a problem with that.”

Luke

“Agh! Don’t sleep on me! I’m not a pillow!”

“Mmmh but you're the perfect size for one.”

He appreciates the respect you give

Or rather you don’t outwardly disrespect him like everyone else

And he appreciates that

He doesn’t appreciate how your lackadaisical personality leads to your schedule being too filled not to hang out with him

How they steal his adopted older sibling least hated demon

You’ll hardly notice when you fall asleep so much easier

You sleep all the time anyway

“Just eat it (Y/n)! I-it’s really important that you miss-I mean try my new recipe!”

#yandere x reader #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yandere x you #yanderexrea #yandere #yanderes #yandere obey me #yandere obey me x reader #yandere obey me shall we date #yandere obey me simeon #yandere obey me luke #platonic yandere #yandere obey me raphael #yandere raphael

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smoft-demons · 24 days

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MC needs some extra love

_______

You’re having an off day. Your demons have asked to make sure nothing’s actually wrong, just to be safe, but they’ve seen you like this a few times before. They understand. You’re just feeling down for no particular reason. Just sad and low energy. Extra tired.

Nothing happened, no one hurt you, nothing’s wrong… you just woke up in a low mood. Because it simply be like that sometimes. You just… need some extra affection today. No reason. It’s okay, they’re not judging. They’ll do what they can to cheer you up a little—they love you, you know. They want to see you smile at least once today.

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Lucifer:

When Lucifer notices your mood, he softens towards you a lot. He asks if anything is wrong first of course—they all do—but once he learns that there’s nothing he needs to correct and no one he needs to punish on your behalf, he just softens. He treats you more gently than usual.

He expects you’ll get fed up entertaining all his brothers, with their endless chaotic energy. So he invites you to hide out with him in his office. You are invited to just sit with him and read, or put on some music, or play a game on your DDD, or just rest… or whatever it is that will help.

He’ll even let you curl up in his lap and cuddle with him if that’s what you want. That cheers him up too.

He quietly redistributes the most taxing of your chores for today amongst the seven of them, to give you time to recharge.

You’ll find Levi and Beel doing the dishes for you when it’s your turn, or if you’re supposed to make dinner you’ll find that Mammon and Asmo have already ordered everyone takeout, and they’re already in the middle of setting it all out on the table. You won’t have to do a thing! If you were supposed to clean up a common space in the house, it’ll already be done by some of your assorted pact partners. You might even find sticky notes placed amongst your homework in Lucifer’s, Satan’s, and Belphie’s handwriting, suggesting edits and books titles to check for better information, and pointing out any parts in your work that are particularly well done.

When you check your DDD later, you see that Lucifer had instructed his brothers to take on what they can from you to make your life easier today. He was not planning on letting you know that, clearly—because he sent that in the brothers group chat. You only know because Karasu’s spy feature showed you.

His support is shown in all these soft, quiet details. Peaceful moments. Simple, but unmistakable reminders of how loved you are. It’s okay if you don’t smile today, even though he would like you too. He will verbally remind you that loves you anyway.

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Mammon:

Mammon’s first instinct, of course, is retail therapy. He offers to take you shopping. He’ll even pay for your stuff! He doesn’t mind if it makes you happy!

You appreciate that very much—and maybe you’d be happy to take him up on that if you were sad for a reason, but… you just have no spare energy. Just thinking about going out exhausts you more. You’d have to deal with looking at things! And forming opinions, and deciding on stuff to buy! There’s crowds and cashiers and bright lights and just… stuff outside! You can’t, you just can’t. You have no energy and you can’t.

The first time Mammon sees you like this, he’s confused. You don’t wanna go out? You don’t want any new stuff?? He sure hasn’t felt like that before!

He puts effort into figuring out what will actually help cheer you up instead. He’s considerate that way.

He tries taking you for a long drive. He tries taking tasks off your to-do list. He tries trailing after you all day to keep you company, holding your hand, chattering all day so you can’t hear your thoughts, staying quiet so you don’t get overstimulated. He cycles through every possible approach over the months, on every random day you happen to wake up like this.

It’s all greatly appreciated—and hey, some of his ideas work better than the rest! You feel loved and cared for regardless. It’s impossible to miss how much he adores you.

Eventually though, he strikes gold!

That particular day, he had been telling you a stupid joke every time he ran into you, in an attempt to make you smile. He gets a weak grin for his troubles just about halfway through the day. He beams at you triumphantly at that, impulsively scooping you up for a hug and repeatedly kissing the top of your head, and—aha! THERE’S the smile he was looking for!

From that point on, he knows what to do!

The next time you wake up in this mood, he takes the first opportunity to give you a playfully over the top show of affection. Over the course of the day, he keeps doing it!

He runs into you in the hallway between classes, he (gently) aggressively ruffles your hair as he passes you. He finds you aimlessly walking through the house, you immediately get snatched into his arms for a nice long squeeze. You sit with him as he’s scrolling through devilgram, he sets it aside for a moment to squish your cheeks between his hands and cover your forehead and nose with loud, playful kisses. You go up to him and request attention? You get kiss attacked, and he won’t let up until you crack a smile!

Your brain hurts, he says, echoing your very first explanation. It’s okay though, he says. He’ll kiss it better, he says.

He is MORE than happy to completely discard the tsundere façade to lean into this… over-the-top affectionate silliness, as long as it continues to make you laugh and smile like that.

He won’t admit it, but… this is more honest. This is much closer to who he is at heart than his usual behaviour is. Try as he might, he can’t hide how much he cares to save his life.

The realest aspect of Mammon is not the dumbass, not the money-grubber, not the uncaring cool guy that he pretends to be… no, it’s the goofy dork who loves you SO much that he’d go to any amount of effort to cheer you up.

He’s damn good at it too! HE was put in charge of your well-being for a reason! He’s the best big brother/guardian/friend/pact partner ever, and you’re his to take care of. He’s not letting HIS human go without smiling once for a whole day! You’re the sole member of his family he can openly dote on, and dammit, he will!

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Levi:

Levi’s go-to is, of course, distracting you with media. He tries games first, but if you’re too low-energy for that, he gets it. He tries anime, movies, shows, videos, manga, whatever you seem to respond best to.

You’ll notice a theme of letting others help, confiding in friends, opening up to people. There are repeated instances of characters asking for support from the rest of the cast and then being helped and taken care of. Lots of power of friendship stories, lots of hurt/comfort and “it’s rotten work” “not to me, not if it’s you” and team-as-family.

Maybe, just maaaybe, he’s trying to tell you something!

He relaxes when you explain that you just woke up like this, sometimes this just happens and it’s no one’s fault, there’s no problem, he doesn’t have to worry about you. He gets that! Sometimes he wakes up like that too. It does happen!

But… you’re his player two! He wants to worry about you!

So he takes care of you the way he wishes someone would take care of him when he gets like that. Gives you the extra love he knows first-hand that you need right now. He lets you choose the entertainment, he holds your hand, and mirrors what you do to self-soothe.

If you wanna lie on the floor and stare at his jellyfish decorations, he’s right next to you. If you wanna tell Henry how you’re feeling, he’s right there with you doing the same so you don’t have to feel self-conscious. If you’re stimming, he will too. That one makes him happy as well! If you wanna burrow into a pile of blankets and plushies like a hognose snake, he totally gets it and will also do that. He does that anyway sometimes, just because it’s comfy.

There’s not a hint of judgement from Levi. Ever. He gets it.

When you guys HAVE to leave his room, like for meals and such, he lends you his headphones. So you don’t get overstimulated from all the noise his brothers make. He never goes far from you, either. He always stays close enough that you can reach for him if you want to.

After dinner, when you’re tired and done with trying to act normal (not that even one of your demons is fooled), Levi brings you back to his room. He asks if you have any requests, anything you want to do, anything he can do to help you. If you know what you need, he’ll just do it. If you don’t, he’ll offer comfort in some form that makes sense to him. He understands that all you really need is some extra love when you’re like this, so he’s not at a loss. He gets it, he feels the same way sometimes, he can do that!

You end up curled up in his lap, hiding your face in his shoulder as he watches an anime you’ve both seen before at a low volume. Familiar and comforting. He’s happy to just sit and chill with you until you feel like you’ve recharged enough. He knows you’d do the same for him.

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Satan:

Satan’s instinct, once he learns what’s going on, is to bring you to the quiet spot outside where the stray cats he has befriended gather and then plonk the chillest one in your lap.

Cats are perfect fluffy little warm purring bundles of free therapy, after all. How could you not be recharged by this?

He’s not wrong, the cat definitely helps. It is in fact a perfect creature.

But… well, you don’t bother to spend the energy on saying so, but being outside isn’t really helping. You cringe at every loud noise. The wind ruffling your clothes every so often is annoying you. You’re sitting on concrete and it’s making you cold. The streetlights feel particularly aggressive to your eyes today. Very stabby. There are smells outside! No one wants that!

You love the cats, but Satan is giving them all his attention and you’re getting just a little bit jealous. You as well are giving the cat in your lap all your attention, and—as stupid as you feel about it—you’re getting a little bit jealous about that too. You want attention too! All the cat has to do is be cute and soft and it can have all the petting and cuddling it wants! As it deserves, yes, but… don’t you as well, though..?

You try to push that feeling away and just pet the cat. The cat did nothing wrong, you still love it, you’re supposed to be feeling MORE recharged from this! Not… whatever it is you do feel. At the end of the day you still enjoy petting the cat and you don’t want it to leave. That’s still true and that’s what matters, you tell yourself.

Eventually the cat decides it’s had enough petting for now, and gets up. Satan checks on you, fully expecting you to be thoroughly cheered up! Instead he sees you staring forlornly at your hands, mostly zoned out. Confused, he asks if you’re okay.

You nod once, giving him a hollow smile.

Now he’s concerned. He takes a minute to finish petting the cats surrounding him—noting the hint of jealousy in your eyes as you observe him—then comes to sit on the concrete stair next to you.

He gently points out that he knows you well enough to detect a lie. Especially an unconvincing lie like that. You give a noncommittal hum in reply. That’s all you have the energy for.

He wraps an arm around your shoulders, letting you slump against his side. Your head leans against his shoulder. His other arm comes up to stroke your head for a moment, then drops down again to take your hand.

In a small, tired voice, you thank him. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze in reply.

Eventually he adjusts you so he can hold you more comfortably. Every so often he kisses the top of your head, or rubs your shoulder, or squeezes your hand, or says something quietly to you. Pointing out a interesting leaf shape, telling you something inconsequential about his day, prompting you to look when one of the cats does something cute, reminding you that he loves you and it’s okay to feel like this. That he enjoys your company no matter what mood you’re in.

This helps a lot more. Eventually you have enough energy to reply to him in full sentences! He’s visibly relieved at that. Still, he continues to hold you.

It’s after this point that a different cat comes up to you. It sniffs your shoelace then rubs itself against your leg. It flops over your shoe, stretching adorably with its little paws reaching up. It looks up at you all wide-eyed and cute, and finally you give a short puff of a laugh. Satan feels it more than hears it, but still!! He feels successful!

You pet this cat as it stands up and sniffs at your free hand. You look at it with a little smile. There’s a bit more soul in this smile, to Satan’s relief.

Later, as the two of you are leaving, he slips the cat a treat and whispers a thank you to it. Then he takes your hand again and leads you back home.

(He makes a mental note to himself for next time: pet the sad human first!! Then go see the cats!)

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Asmo:

Asmo notices that you’re having one of those days today, and he rushes to spoil you. Like Mammon, his first instinct is to take you shopping—but specifically for clothes and makeup and skincare products. Stuff that would cheer him up.

But you’re tired, and he understands that. It’s okay, he still knows what to do!

Asmo brings you into his room. You curl up in a sad, tired lump on his bed. He lets you chill there while he gathers up the stuff he wants.

He returns to you with his arms full of stuff! Nail polish, face masks, a hairbrush, moisturizer and hair oil, etc etc. Stuff for taking care of you.

He makes a point of only doing stuff that doesn’t sting at all. No plucking eyebrows or messing with your cuticles or anything like that. Just the stuff that feels nice.

Asmo quietly chatters about people he knows and stuff he’s used and whatever the latest gossip he’s heard is. Not even really to inform you this time, because he knows you’re probably not gonna remember much when you’re like this, but more to provide you with a constant, grounding backdrop of his familiar voice.

He speaks softly to you as he wipes your face with cleanser and then proceeds with his skincare process. He gently brushes your hair, spending twice as long as necessary just because it feels nice. He insists you don’t bother to move as he sits next to you and paints your nails.

At some point he runs out of stuff to do, so he ends up just brushing over your face with a clean makeup brush. No product on it at all, he’s just doing it to make you relax, because it’s soft and it feels nice. It’s meditative, honestly. For both of you.

He spends a good long while doing that.

He finishes up and lies down next to you. He pulls you into a cuddle. You offer to return the favour for him. Do his skincare and hair and nails and stuff for him, spoil him back—because he deserves the best.

For the first time ever, he declines. He shushes you and holds you tighter. This is the only situation in which he would ever refuse that!

He says you’re more than welcome to return the favour tomorrow if you like, but for now he just wants you to rest. He did all that for you to get you in this relaxed state you’re in right now, don’t get up and un-relax yourself so fast! Keep your brain turned off! It’s good for you sometimes!

… yes, Asmo is surprised by his own selflessness too—more surprised than you are by now, knowing him. He’s always been selfless for your sake since you first became his friend. It still surprises him though.

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Beel:

Beel is your best guy for validation. For quiet, thoughtful, unwavering support. He’s a lot more insightful than he’s often given credit for. He’s one of the best people in this family in terms of emotional intelligence, no question about it.

He knows just what to do. He observes you as the day goes on, taking the first opportunity to pull you aside and check on you without any others around. Just to make absolutely sure there’s nothing else going on.

His voice is soft, his hands are gentle, and he puts effort into understanding you. You’re family, he loves you so much! So of course he would.

He’ll share his food with you of course—both because he wants you to know that he loves you that much, and because he’s trying to remove a task from your to-do list. You don’t have to think about getting food and preparing it and any of that if he just. Does it for you. You can spend your very limited energy elsewhere.

He’ll take you with him on his routine walk, just so you can have a change of scenery and an opportunity to chat uninterrupted.

He listens to you complain about being outside with his characteristic placid sympathy—a combination that would be a bit contradictory if it came from anyone else, but somehow makes perfect sense for Beel. It’s soothing. Reassuring, somehow. He helps a lot, just by being himself.

When you inevitably run out of energy—much quicker than you usually do, but you expected that—he offers to carry you. Or rather, he automatically goes to do it on muscle memory, because that’s just what he does with tired loved ones (Belphie usually). He catches himself and realizes he should ask first in this case. Just to make sure. He’s considerate like that.

You are very tired… and you want contact. So of course you accept the offer. How could you refuse when he offers so earnestly?

He walks in measured, consistent steps as he carries you. The sway of his movement is deliberately relaxing. He’s trying to lull you into a meditative haze, or maybe put you to sleep. Either is good, he thinks.

The warmth of him makes the… everything about being outside when you’re feeling this way a lot more tolerable. The sounds of his footsteps, his breaths, his heartbeat… all of that drowns out the background noise just enough. Your face is pressed into his jacket, so the streetlights don’t stab your eyes and all the distressingly inconsistent outside smells are entirely covered by the spices-aromatics-soap scent of Beel. It’s a smell you know very well, and the familiarity of it is grounding.

Everything about him is grounding, really. He really did know exactly what to do.

At the end of the day… it’s okay if you don’t smile. He would like you to, of course, but he will meet you where you’re at. Anyway, it’s more important to him that you feel like it’s safe to show however it is you actually feel around him. He understands the amount of trust that takes, and he’s honoured by it. Nothing is more important to him than that trust.

So, you don’t have to smile. It’s okay.

Don’t be strong, he tells you. There’s no need, for now. Just let him. Rest, lean on his strength—he’s got more than enough for both of you. He’s got you. He’s not going anywhere.

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Belphie:

Oh, you’re tired? A bit sad, a bit grouchy? Damn. Looks like even HE has more energy than you today. That’s not something he sees often! Well, that’s fine. He knows what to do.

It’s straight to baby jail with you!

In his arms, that is. In bed, surrounded by his best pillows, covered by the least warm heavy blanket he has, so you won’t overheat but will still feel nice and covered.

He positions you so you’re facing each other, with your head tucked under his chin. So you have room to comfortably breathe and talk, but your face is still as covered as possible so you won’t be bothered by any lights.

Emotional intelligence may not be Belphie’s strong suit, but he is observant and he understands exhaustion. This may not exactly be the usual kind of exhaustion, but still! There’s no demon better equipped to understand what’s going on with you right now, just by nature.

He’s totally fine with cuddling you in silence if you don’t feel like talking. That really works for him, actually, because it allows him to nap.

Not that he doesn’t WANT to listen to you. He does. He’d be happy to. But he gets it if you don’t wanna bother with that. It’s okay.

He will, however, delay taking a nap until you doze off first. He just wants to make sure you’re okay. He’s not about to just fall asleep and abandon you if you still need attention.

If you’re not falling asleep very fast, he will help. Not with magic, surprisingly. He’s being more… gentle, he supposes, than that in this situation.

He talks quietly about nothing important. The soft drone of his voice, kept consistent and deliberately soporific, melts into your brain like butter, slowing it way down. Blocking everything else out. Gradually turning it off. One hand rubs your back slowly, almost as if to match the rhythm of his voice.

It’s so relaxing. You feel like you could stay like this forever and never want to move, you’re that comfortable.

Belphie knows what he’s doing.

It works really well! He makes sure you feel loved and cared for, then makes sure you get some extra rest. Mental and physical recharging.

Of course, you wake up feeling a lot better. Maybe not entirely back to your normal self yet, but definitely better. How could you not?

You’re a lot less tired after you’ve slept, and less sad too… so he’s succeeded—but you’re still not smiling!

He can fix that, right?

He lets you get up and stretch first, of course. He does the same. Before you leave the room though, he wraps you up in another hug.

He pulls back to examine your face after a minute or two.

Hmm… you look comfy, but still no smile! He can’t have that! So he hugs you tightly again, but this time his fingers start to lightly poke and brush over your sides. He’s trying to force you to smile by tickling you. He’s not gonna do too much, he’s not trying to overwhelm you. He stops as soon as you crack a smile.

There we go, he says as he gives you one last gentle squeeze. That was all he wanted, he tells you.

He doesn’t let go of you for long, over the rest of the day. Always holding your hand, giving you random hugs, draping himself over your shoulders—but without making you take all his weight for once, because he knows you’re still kinda tired. Enough of it to be soothing, but no more. Just so you don’t get lonely. He doesn’t want you to get all sad again.

If you do get sad again though, it’s okay. He will squish the sadness out of you all over again, as many times as you need. He doesn’t mind.

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shallyouobeyme · 7 months

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Rise

Obey Me - Yandere!Brothers x Reader (GN); Yandere!Diavolo x Reader (GN)

Summary: Your death had not been an unexpected one - at least for the seven reasons behind it - what had been unexpected was what happened afterwards. How far are the residents of hell willing to go to get you back?

! Minors Do Not Interact !

TW: Major Character Death, Death of a relative (mentioned), Yandere!brothers can be interpreted either as platonic or romantic, poison, murder, Manipulation, blackmailing, non-consensual kissing, angst generally, I do not condone this - this is all just fiction

Everything about your death had been planned prior, not a single detail was unaccounted for. At least for the ones behind it. You yourself had no idea that you were eating your last meal one Friday evening - it had been Lucifer's turn to cook and he made one of your favourites - and you were enjoying dinner with all the brothers. Quite honestly, you should have known something was afoot simply by the fact that all of them were on their best behaviour, no fighting, no cursing - the literal and the magical kind - and even Levi was acting sociable, without a handheld console anywhere in sight. Belphegor was wide awake (at least for his standards), Beelzebub was eating with relative moderation, Mammon wasn't bragging about any of his new purchases, Satan was calm as he could be, and Asmodeus had his complete attention on you, but not in his typical flirty way. It was like they were all trying to savour the moment.

Lucifer seemed to be the same as always, but you knew him too well and knew how to look beyond his shell. He was sad, somehow, and you would have guessed this sense of self-loathing that his pride usually didn't allow, but that always was just below the surface was bubbling up. Why, you didn't know, but you figured you'd ask him after dinner when you had some alone time. When you were finished eating, Mammon jumped up exclaiming that he'd do the cleaning today and you knew one of the brothers would ask what he was trying to even out now, which scheme of his he needed to repent for before it had actually come out. Not a word was said though. That was the moment when you became slightly suspicious, but sadly not suspicious enough - not that there was anything for you to change at that point. The deed had already been done.

A yawn straight out of your mouth pulled you away from your suspicions. You were really tired all of a sudden. The day must have been more exhausting than you had thought. 'Oh well', you thought as your eyelids slowly became heavier, 'you had time to ask Lucifer about what was going on tomorrow, after all, it was the weekend and you had had all the time in the world'. 'All the time in the world', oh how silly that phrase now sounded. You said goodbye to the brothers, giving each of them a small kiss on their cheek as it had established itself in your routine before you turned to leave for your room. 'MC', Lucifer had called after you as if wanting you to stop, but when you turned around to him, he seemingly had discarded whatever it was he had wanted, instead telling you to sleep well.

And you did sleep well, for about two hours and twenty-seven minutes. Two hours and twenty-seven minutes later, your heart beat for the last time, and then your body grew cold and stiff and lifeless. Death had come for you at last. A peaceful death, that the brothers knew for sure because as they all sat waiting in the dimly lit living room, they only felt a slight ache and a sense of finality as their bonds broke apart. It was regretful that they had to these measures and they were well aware that for the rest of their eternal lives, they'd mourn their actions - but what had to be done was done, this was the only way. The one way that would mean that you would spend eternity with them.

Their plan had first started being formulated when you had gotten news of a relative of yours dying - they had been old and sick and their death had not been an unexpected one. The brothers had decided they'd be there to help you mourn and cheer you up, but they found that while you felt the pain of your loss you were actually relieved, knowing that your relative now didn't have to suffer anymore, especially since they had made peace with their end already. It was what you said when Levi had wondered how you could be so nonchalant about death that kickstarted it all. 'We all die at the end, some sooner, some later - death is a part of life and I find that fleeing from it is impossible so I might as well embrace life for the short time it blesses me.'

They had always known that you'd die one day - they knew you were mortal, but still, knowing that you knew that you would, made this more real. It meant that it was something that would happen in the near future (for them at least) and after they had a long talk where all of them agreed that they could not, would not, live without you anymore they decided that the only way for you to be with them forever was to make you like them, to have you be a demon. That way you'd be safe in the Devildom - not that they'd stop protecting you - and you'd be bound to them for eternity, just like the pacts had bound them to you. But for a mortal to become a human, they had to die first.

Lucifer had cleared things with Diavolo - made him promise that once you died and came to hell, he'd make you into a demon (decidedly not mentioning that your death might happen sooner than the prince might expect) - and Satan took care of a poison that would make you die peacefully and painlessly in your sleep. From then on everything would be simple, your soul would come down to hell, that much was sure, you had made pacts with not one, not two, but all seven of the lords of hell, so there wasn't a way in the world that you'd end up in heaven.

That's what they had been so very sure of, but they didn't realize just how pure you were, how you had been able to keep your soul shining and clean even while surrounded by the worst of the worst, how you hadn't indulged in sin even while being surrounded by it. It might have been your celestial heritage or just your heart of goodness, but it seems the great father had his eyes on you and decided to give you another chance after your death. A new life as an angel - the same soul just elevated into a high, celestial position, and without memories about your mortal life. The brothers had no idea of your new angelic self, just mulling over the fact of how long it was taking you to make the track to hell, worrying that you might have been trapped in the mortal realm with unfinished business. It was Simeon who cleared it up for them, he had been in Celestia with Luke while they had ended your life, so when he appeared in the mansion, face white as a sheet and eyes filled with sadness, exclaiming that you were in Celestia now, that you had no memories, asking the brothers what had happened to you, why they hadn't been informed of your untimely demise. They improvised, exclaiming that you had died of some natural causes that unsuspectedly came with a mortal like you spending so much time in the Devildom, that they were in deep mourning and hadn't even gotten to contact your family yet. Simeon - too goodhearted for his own good - believed them, telling them that he'd mourn with them, but it was what he said before he left again that stuck in their mind: He'd take good care of your soul in Celestia.

No, they wouldn't let this happen. They'd do whatever they had to, whatever it took, to have you back in their midst again. A new plan formed, this one more destructive and with much more dire consequences, but they did not care anymore. Lucifer was again the one to get Diavolo's help but this time he was straightforward about it - he knew that he'd act on it with or without the prince's help. It was a surprise how quickly Diavolo agreed and how eager he was to help, it was a sign of his own ulterior motives, but having Diavolo on their side was the biggest trump card they could gain so Lucifer decided to keep that to himself.

Their plan would surely lead to another century, if not more, of animosities between the realms. It might even lead to another Celestial war, but the brothers were more than prepared to fight their former brethren if it was just to have you in their reach again. And so it was enacted ruthlessly and without hesitation. The seven of them along with Diavolo could easily summon an angel, even one as protected and new as you, and so when you arrived in the middle of their circle they were all too ready to embrace you tight enough to make sure you could never escape, the would have clipped your beautiful white wings - the same that Lillith had sprouted out of her back when she was alive and celestial - and would have buried your halo below the deepest ditch in the deepest sea, but they knew that that was not the end goal of their plan. Instead, Diavolo made you an offer. To join him. To become one of the rulers of hell, the eighth lord/lady of hell, and get a power beyond a simple angel's imagination. Of course, you declined, no self-respecting angel without any reason would agree to that, after all, angels were made, born, with the knowledge that the inhabitants of the Devildom were evil, the enemy.

Again, the brothers had expected you to decline, but they wanted to have at least offered it to you under these circumstances. They would get what they wanted one way or another though and so after a simple snap of Diavolo's fingers, Barbatos entered the room, carrying in his hand a small angel. He was holding him with his hand around his neck from behind and Luke was either unconscious or... you didn't want to think about what the or was. Of course, he was just sleeping from a potion in the cookies he had made with Barbatos earlier, during the baking session they had used to lure him down to the Devildom to work as their blackmail.

The ultimatum was clear. Agree, become one of them, and Luke would go free, or decline, go back to Celestia with the knowledge that the young angel, one of Michaels's very own pupils, had died while you could have stopped it. Had you retained your memories from your mortal life, you might have believed that they wouldn't have dared to hurt Luke, but even then you would have been wrong because there was nothing that was too far in their attempt to regain you by their side.

The goodness that had brought you into this situation in the first place was now also the reason for your decision. No way could you live with yourself knowing that you could've stopped Luke's death. And so you held out to shake Diavolo's hand, only for him to pull you towards him and kiss you deeply. The kiss was unexpected, but it turned out to be a welcomed distraction from the burning that started in your midst and widened out until it had reached every single part of your body. Your wings felt like they were made of pure fire as the feathers that were white as snow before turned into an ashen grey. The pain was almost as bad as the one in your temples where horns came out and curled backwards until they were horizontal to your head with a slight angle.

When the kiss - and the transformation - had ended the complete morph of your body took its toll as you fell right into Diavolo's arms. At that point Diavolo saw himself faced with a choice, he was so tempted to just take you with him - make you his partner like he knew you would one day be the moment he had given you your first kiss, now was the perfect chance, you were a demon like him now - but the brothers would surely wreak havoc up him and his kingdom if he did and he had more than enough time after all. People didn't expect him to be a patient man given his childish demeanour, but for you he was willing to wait decades, if not centuries, knowing that once he had you, he'd have you forever by his side. For now, he'd let the brothers take you home, coddle and care for you while they searched for ways to bring your memories back. They'd surely have their work cut out for them, after all - as Barbatos had explained after your transformation - as a result of a mix of celestial blood and the pacts you had with them during your time as a mortal, you were now the ultimate sin, an amalgamation of all of them: pride, greed, envy, wrath, lust, hunger and sloth.

A/N: My thirteenth entry into Yandere Writetober - based on the result of a poll I held - I hope you all liked this slightly longer and more experimentally written Friday the 13 'special'. If you did, I would really appreciate a comment or a reblog. Look forward to tomorrow's entry 'castle'

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imagine that lilith was not the only sister in the family. om bros with another little sister… but add a splash of yandere to it. / mlist.

LUCIFER who constantly monitors everything you do. LUCIFER who puts you in lockdown when the slightest detail has him suspicious. LUCIFER who ignores your protests as he searches for the problem and eradicates the source.

MAMMON who is somehow worse than Lucifer. MAMMON who asks about your business every hour, every second of the day that it drives you crazy. MAMMON who is very possessive as well, so much so that if someone were to eye you for more than three seconds, MAMMON gets so snippy and shoves at the person.

LEVIATHAN who seems the most normal out of all, but is as equally as messed up as the rest. LEVIATHAN who handles your life online, while the others handle what happens offline. LEVIATHAN who browses through your history and websites, going to fix whatever seems "off" to him.

SATAN who reflects Lucifer's emotions, instinctively harbors extreme feelings for you. SATAN who investigates the reason for his brothers’ actions and eventually understands. SATAN who forms his own attachment to you when you patiently and lovingly treat him as his own person.

ASMODEUS who understands the uproar about you; you were basically an angel inside a demon's body. ASMODEUS who understands when someone falls head-over-heels for you. ASMODEUS who allows that person to be entertained by your presence. ASMODEUS who will quickly turn hostile if said person tries to make advances on you.

BEELZEBUB who vows to not repeat the same mistake in failing to protect you. BEELZEBUB who follows wherever you go like a damn shadow, looming over you. BEELZEBUB who sends a piercing glare to anyone if they so much breathe incorrectly in your space. BEELZEBUB who practically obliterates anyone daring to approach you.

BELPHEGOR who scares and rids of any potential male/female suitors for you. BELPHEGOR who acknowledges the problem began when his other sister fell in love. BELPHEGOR who works thoroughly to prevent history from repeating itself.

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another-lost-mc · 9 months

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a/n: a continuation of this AU because there's no way they're letting lucifer & co have all the fun.

protecting what matters most | the dateables [the demon brothers]

1.4k words | sfw | gn!Reader

content/warnings: family dynamics and slice of life. fluff and angst, mention of character death and passage of time, mentions of raising children, platonic relationships with the demon brothers and dateables.

— Diavolo considers the pros and cons of allowing Lucifer and his brothers to continue visiting you in the human world after the exchange program ends. You helped lay the foundation for long-lasting peace between the realms, after all. Relations with the Celestial Realm aren't as chilly as they were previously, thanks to the glowing praise and endorsement of Simeon and Luke.

— Diavolo decides that maintaining a positive relationship with you can't do any harm. He also knows that Lucifer asking for permission for his family to visit you is only a formality. He knows they'll find ways to sneak out of the Devildom to see you whether he gives them permission or not.

— Diavolo misses you too, if he's being honest with himself. He remembers you fondly when Barbatos serves him a blend of tea from the human world, or when he scrolls through the gallery on his D.D.D. and comes across photos of you from various parties you attended at his castle. He denies those feelings at first but they're impossible to ignore when Lucifer and his siblings start seeing you on a regular basis. They return to RAD after a short weekend trip to see you and their moods are soaring. They share stories and pictures and videos with him, but it's not the same. They explore the human world with you and get to be part of your short but fulfilling life—who wouldn't be jealous?

— Diavolo contacts you personally and suggests catching up somewhere, just the three of you (of course, Barbatos will be there too). He brings up the possibility of visiting you too, when his busy schedule allows it. He ignores the shifty side-eye that Barbatos shoots him, and you accept his offer eagerly but you're worried about distracting him from his duties. His warm laughter makes you smile, and he reaches for your hand across the table and pats it gently with his own. You didn't think he'd let the brothers keep you all to themselves forever, did you?

— Uncle Dia likes to surprise your children with impromptu visits at seemingly random times. Sometimes Barbatos contacts you in advance to schedule play dates for your family and the Young Master. Diavolo holds your children's hands as he leads them through whatever amusement park or family-friendly outing he's planned. You mention casually that your children are better behaved than Diavolo is at times, and Barbatos nods in silent agreement. There are times when Diavolo arrives on his own, looking a little guilty when he explains he found a fun excursion he thinks your kids would enjoy. Barbatos shows up a few minutes later looking very annoyed that the prince managed to escape his paperwork again. It's too late for Barbatos to drag him away now; even he's not capable of refusing the sad, pleading eyes of your children begging for Uncle Dia to play with them for a little while longer.

— (Diavolo is generous with his gifts for your family. Too generous, despite your protests. Hotel Corvo suites are always available for you to use, all expenses paid for, because it pleases him to know that your family is safe and comfortable when you travel together. He collects a small amount of human world vacation properties that are also available for your family to use whenever you'd like. The demon brothers conveniently plan their own holiday to visit you when you go on vacation. Diavolo joins as well if he can convince Barbatos that they all deserve a break.)

— Your children flock to Uncle Barb (or Bah-Bah when they're very young) like little chicks. He is surprisingly gentle and mild-mannered with all of them, confident in his ability to care for them and infinitely patient with their wide-eyed wonder and innocent curiosity. When they're toddlers, he sits at a child's sized table with them and sips water from a plastic tea cup. He teaches them how to brew tea properly when they're old enough to enjoy it. Some of your favourite photographs are of him and your children baking together in the kitchen, and your youngest braiding dandelions into his hair. To Barbatos, watching your children grow up is like watching the young prince grow up all over again. Being in your family's presence is soothing for his old, weary heart.

— (You tell Barbatos early on that you don't want him to ever tell you about the future. You're not sure what he already knows and you don't want to know. He honours your request to a certain extent. There are rare instances when he shows up unannounced, usually in the late evening or early morning hours. He anticipates your heartache and sleepless nights following the tragedy or misfortune he hoped wouldn't come to pass. He makes tea and sits with you, offering you his company in silent apology for not being able to spare you that pain.)

— Uncle Sol is a menace. He is a somewhat regular visitor at your home and is always eager to lend a hand with the most mundane tasks. He insists that he likes babysitting your children if you need him to, and he's your children's second-favourite babysitter if Uncle Levi can't come over. Yours is the family Solomon will never have, and he considers any opportunity to spend time with you a blessing. He insists on helping you in the kitchen too. You try to ban him from cooking, but your empty threats fall on deaf ears. Sometimes you wake up to the smell of something wafting from the kitchen. He has the decency to look a little guilty when you find him at the stove with one of your children sitting on the counter next to him. It surprises and horrifies you that one of your children loves his cooking. (You don't know now, but each generation of your descendants will have one resilient soul who also loves his food.) Your children learn from a young age one very important rule: if a stranger is in trouble, call the police; if you or your family is in trouble, call Uncle Solomon. For all the headaches and mischief he causes, he never fails to show up when he's needed most.

— (Solomon considers your happiness and safety one of his priorities. You learn after your wedding that nearly every demon gave your spouse some version of the shovel talk, but you’re surprised to learn that Solomon did too—and apparently his was the scariest. You don’t know about all the sneaky ways he helps your family over the years, but he agreed to your one stipulation: no violence in front of the children.)

— Uncle Simmy and Uncle Luke are the best! You're genuinely shocked when they invite you to the café they opened together, located conveniently in your family's hometown. Simeon teaches your children how to cook properly when he visits, and he tells them fantastical stories loosely based on your own adventures in the Devildom. Luke helps your children make sock puppets to act out little plays they all come up with; if Simeon finds a way to include them in his newest volume of TSL, it's his little secret. You don't see the angels as often as the demons. Sometimes they invite your family to enjoy brunch at the café before it opens, or they stop by after a long day to join you for dinner. Luke takes lots of pictures and videos (since Simeon still can't figure that out himself). He shares them with Barbatos who posts them in the special group chat the demons all share for that sole purpose.

— Luke introduces Michael to your family one morning when he happens to be visiting the café the same time that you are. Your children don't hesitate to crowd around his chair and ask him rapid-fire questions about his hair and his pretty clothes and the yummy cake on the table in front of him. He looks between you and your children awkwardly, but he asks Simeon for extra forks so they can have some too. He offers a hesitant smile when he leaves the café nearly an hour later. Starting the year you meet him for the first time, your children receive holiday and birthday gifts from Uncles Simmy, Luke, and Mikey.

— (Each generation passes down old and new photos of the demons, angels and the whimsical sorcerer who cherish and protect your family. Your distant relations point to old photos of Luke, with his cherubic face and small stature, and coo about how cute he was back then. Luke, grown up now and dedicated to his guardianship of your family, blushes and smiles fondly at so many wonderful memories. The moment is short-lived and he grumbles when Simeon ruffles his hair affectionately like he used to.)

#obey me #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me michael #obey me headcanons #obey me platonic #obey me x reader #gn!reader

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