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writing-by-mimi · 2 years

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GN:MC! Un-sheeps Hc

Fandom: Obey Me!

Characters: Belphegor, Diavolo, Barbatos.

Summary: In the Obey Me! Manga, Mc is a cute little sheep. (For real, if you haven't seen it, look at it. The team that put it together made Mc cute as fuck.) So what would our lovely, most eligible, Devildom men think when part of the magic oppressing Mc finally fades, but still leaves them far from normal? Humans don't have a cute little fluffy tail and a perfect set of fluffy ears...

Adult content. Read at your own risk. Not beta read.

💜Belphegor💜

• It's wrong on a lot of levels. He knows this, but he can't help himself. Somehow you had a big enough heart for forgiveness..let alone treat him just like everyone else after what he did to you? You'll never know how greatful he is that you gave him another chance. He didn't even realizes he was happy about it until months later.

• He knows your human, for a split second after he killed you, he had thought he saw you, but it was probably just his mind playing tricks.

• While being small, warm and fuzzy, you made a perfect cuddle buddy. Plus you were small and fit in his arms. So he could just scoop you up and take you for a nap when he pleased. A luxury you allowed without much fuss.

• While you sleep, on the nights he wakes up, or even the afternoons, he stares down at you. He almost took you from this world. It's ridiculous, he knows it is - to love you so completely. It was probably a feeling he'd never see returned.

• It's okay though. The fact he can even just cuddle you will work for now. He'll make it work for the rest of your days, as not to make it awkward. He owes you that.

• Opening his eyes, he almost throws the body next to him out of his bed on instinct. Upon closer inspection, he recognizes the body. It's you. Exactly as he recalled, so maybe he really had seen your true form that night.

• You're gorgeous like this. Face relaxed, snuggled into his chest as the perfect little spoon, breathing softly. His lips form a smirk as he sees your pact with him.

• You have a tail. Just above it rest his mark on you.

• He watches it twitch as his fingers slowly trace the fluff. It's just as soft as you had been before. In your bed head of hair, he thinks he sees ears too.

• Messing with your tail makes you shift. You turn to face him and snuggle in under his chin. His arms act on their own as he moves to hold you. Pulling the blanket up over you and himself, he watches you until he falls asleep again, over taken by his sin.

• He wakes up and hears sniffling, small, almost silent sobs from his arms. Your crying. Did he scare you? Hold you too tight? He immediately panics. Last time you were in his arms crying...he pushes the thought from his mind.

• His slender fingers reach out and wipe your tears. "If I hurt you, I'm sorry."

• You sob a bit louder and pull away quickly, taking the blanket with you.

• "I'm sorry. I know you hate humans..."

• Before he can stop himself, he presses his warm lips softly against your forehead. "That was a long time ago." "Are you sure I don't bother you?"

• He sighs, your the one naked in bed with the man that killed you, he is the one that should spew apologies...

• He captures your lips, making you gasp. He slowly pulls away, small flush crawling up his neck. He turns his face away and pulls you closer to him. "Your perfect in any form. I'm just an idiot." He pet's your hair as he slowly drifts asleep again. Damn his sin.

• When he wakes again, your gone.

• He berates himself internally. He shouldn't have kissed you. He messed everything up, even after you had shown him so much compassion.

• His door opens and he sits up quickly and pulls his pillow over his crotch. Small shorts with fur on the ends...a matching tank top. "I'm sorry I left... I got cold. Turns out I got very accustomed to being warm...c-could we snuggle some more?"

• Fuck.

• Fuck fuck fuck.

• If he cuddles you now, you'll feel his erection...but if he tells you no, it's rejection...you'll think being human bothers him. He watches as your ears twitch and you look to the ground. He quickly pulls the blanket back, he can just be sure to wrap you in enough blanket you don't feel anything.

• You give a small smile and tread towards him, and he feels his heart beat increase. You snuggle in and he helps tuck you in, he still embraces you, but it's loose. "I don't wanna squeeze you too hard..." it falls out of him before he can even think. "It's okay if you do." Your neck is flushed and you moved back into him quickly. He can't shift. His erection is against your ass, and there is no way you don't feel it...

• You lay still, but just for a moment. It doesn't take long for him to realize that the excuse of you trying to get comfortable in a new body is bullshit.

• He holds back a groan as you wiggle your ass with more excuses, and he's reached his limit already. Your beautiful, so close and warm and smell wonderful. His cock throbs as he pulls you closer and he can't help but hiss.

• What surprises him is that a low moan leaves you when he does. He knew it. Your turned on, just as much as him.

• The harmless dry humping and moans stays as innocent as the activity can until he can stand it no longer. His lips latch onto your neck and the shiver accompanied by your moan makes his cock begin to weep with precum.

• He slides his pants down, cock springing free as his fingers slowly trace your hips. Your body moving against him more is all he needs to pull your shorts down.

• Perhaps it should have stopped there, but it didn't. His cock is long enough and his thrust precise enough to enter you, and you never even have to move.

• The slow, shallow exploration of your wet hole coated in his precum has him close to cumming already. His hips slowly thrust all the way into you and your hand reaches back to card through his hair in encouragement as his deep thrust rock you.

• The sex is slow, hard and hot. Bodies sticking to his sheets where no cloth covers. He is so close still, and he hasn't made you cum yet. He's held you so close for so long.

• Rolling you into your stomach he mounts you and slowly slides his cock back into you. Hands on your hips as he fucks you with every bit of stamina his body has left, grinding your body roughly against his mattress. Your body shakes under him, cries muffled by the bed, your used little hole gripping him so tightly he can't help but cum inside of you.

• With the last bit of his energy, he rolls you on top of him, his cock still buried inside of you. "Sleep."

• Waking again, you're still there. His cock had slid out of you and his cum mixed with your body fluids has seeped out of you and down your thighs.

• He would need to remember to formally ask you out when you woke.

💋Diavolo💋

• This Prince is in over his head. A small sheep who was supposed to be his human exchange student had him absolutely ruined.

• He fucking loved animals, the fact you were so cute...it wasn't fair! He knows you aren't truly a sheep...but you have the body of a miniature one and he can't help but think you adorable. The fact that you aren't after a title, and just want to be his friend is what started his crush. He knew it was odd...but it was what was inside of you that mattered to him. He had dated plenty of attractive people in his lifetime, but when they don't actually care as much as you do...it ends in misery.

• You weren't like that though. Not seeking to get ahead, but just to know how he was at random times of the day. Asking if he ate, got enough sleep...sweet things that someone who genuinely cared did.

• It sent this man over the moon and back. Before he knows it, he is texting you with his random time. Barbatos and Lucifer can't reprimand him for this, he is simply checking on his exchange student! Building relations, and overcoming thousands years of prejudice! See, Barb, he has to send this sticker this very moment. Lucifer just scowls, but let's him continue on.

• It's nice, having a friend that likes to text him back and just talk about things. Once people find out who he is, they treat him differently...but you don't. You see the man that he is, a demon with a goal and have embraced it. You text him random human world facts, and he does the same with the Devildom.

• You were coming over for dinner tonight. He could feel his heart beat in his chest. Wild with excitement about his adorable exchange student aka, his best friend who wasn't a demon, coming over.

• Dinner had gone great, as expected you had moved to the garden for dessert and to continue talking. Last time you had come over for dinner, you ended up staying the night because you two had talked almost all night.

• Midway through dessert, you suddenly stop mid sentence and let out a small whine. It's all that it takes for him to be up and by your side.

• A mere moment passes and instead of catching a small adorable sheep, his exchange student, a humanoid figure is in his arms.

• "Dia, I feel sick..." Your big beautiful eyes look up to him and he's pink. He can feel it. Your naked body in his arms. You pass out against his chest and for a moment he freezes. Stunned. Your absolutely beautiful.

• Getting you inside to a bed, (he chose his bed, where else would you be? He needs to keep and eye on you...) He covers you quickly, as to try and save your modesty, he even gets one of his shirts for you to wear when you wake.

• Staying by your side if you should need something, he sees your fluffy ears and he blushes. You hadn't completely attuned to his realm, but most of you had.

• Your ears were too cute. So when you roll over and the blanket moves to reveal part of your butt, he tries to look away...but he sees it! An adorable fluffy tail. You're just too damn cute. He is to be a demon king, to be brought so much emotion by such a simple thing...

• Emotion was not a strong enough word. You had his cock harder than a succubus could ever manage... and he had just seen a small part of your butt.

• When you wake, he is the perfect gentleman. Averting his eyes and holding out his shirt for you. Then you make a statemen that starts it all...

• "D-dia...I can't button the shirt...my fingers are really stiff." Your face is so flushed, he is sure you could cook an egg on it. He nods and tries to act as if he isn't screaming inside. But he is.

• The gentle touch of his warm fingers ghosting over your chest make you moan as you turn your head away.

• It's all downhill from there. His hands are on you, rough, needy for physical attention. Touch starved and erect he whispers how cute he finds your new form as he places kisses randomly all over your body. Thoughts if pulling your tail while he fucks you from behind fill his mind and he is lost.

• "Do you want this?" It's the only words he can growl out as he lifts his shirt up your thighs. Your answer sends him into almost a feral state. The shirt is gone in what seems like a second, shredded on the bed around you.

• The pure attraction between both of you being realized as each of you seem to become more needy until the prince roughly picks you up to sit on his lap, easing you down onto his erect cock. He loves the feel of your skin in his hands and he holds random parts of you as your own hands hold his shoulders for balance.

• Your bouncing so well darling, if you were to stop now he would surely meet insanity.

• You had cum, and he needed to. He could wait no longer. He picks you up again and throws you onto your stomach, large hands gripping your hips and pulling your ass up as he slides his cock back into. His thrust are wild and unhinged and he even pulls your tail.

• The fact you squeal in such delight from his rough touches pushes him over the edge.

• He fucks you until he is sure there is nothing left in his ballsack. Completely spent and filling you so deep...your soft skin against his as you snuggle against him makes his heart warm.

• Expect this man to go over the top to ask you out. He's smitten, and after feeling you so deep inside...he wants that forever.

💫Barbatos💫

• This man has liked you for ages, but you'd never be able to know. His stoic face, much like Beels, never gives away anything. Unlike the Sixth born, Barbatos also has control over his eyes. You won't find emotion or his thoughts in them. It's practiced diplomacy, which is need when one holds such an important spot beside the next King.

• Barbatos often wonders what a timeline with you as a lover would be like. Tempted to look, but knows no good will come of it. So instead, he settles himself with small moments. Your smile as he escorts you around. Your gentle hellos and flushing features when he enters the room. He knows of your crush, even the hardest poker face is easy to read for him.

• He has seen your picture in the file Lucifer chose. You're very beautiful and your eyes hold a shine that almost seems blinding, even in a photograph. He bets they are even better up close and personal.

• For now though, your small sheep body gives him excuses for your presence. You're just big enough to fit where the staff can't reach, and you can set any rats you find ablaze in an instant.

• Once he watched you shimmy into a crevice behind a book shelf, you tossed out four burnt rat corpses and the look of pride on your small features as you told him they would never bother him again... well, you sealed your own fate as far as his black little heart was concerned.

• So when you come over for monthly rat extermination, he gives you a small gift. As to match the staff, and himself, the tiny uniform just serves to make you look cute. He even had to shoo away the young master you looked so adorable.

• When he hears your scream and the bookcase jolts violently while you are killing rats, he panics. You'll never see it on his face, but inside, he is nothing but a ball of worry.

• He sees a human arm slap the ground roughly from behind the bookcase and watches as a figure pulls itself free.

• He recognizes you right away, but his eyes are drawn to more...exposed parts of your body...mainly, how the apron/shirt that had been gifted to you covered almost nothing in this form. Atleast, not the parts that counted. The back of the apron is caught on what looks to be a tail. Your chest is exposed and your sex is so dangerously close to being exposed too.

• The dust and dirt, even spider webs that cling to your body can't make you look unappealing. Even struggling to use your limbs for the first time in years, akward and stiff, it holds an aire of grace.

• Barbatos is a gentlemen. He helps you up and ask if you are ok. Your stunned voice asking if this was real, actually happening, drawing a smile from him as he assures you that it is, indeed, real. He can hardly hide his chuckle as you throw yourself behind the bookcase once more to shield yourself.

• "My, my, Mc. Perhaps we clean you up. I am well skilled in getting grime off of priceless pieces of art." He can't see you, but he knows your freaking out behind the bookcase.

• "Well everyone will see me...not just you..." you peak from your hiding spot.

• "Not if they desire their eyes to remain in their heads." His tone is gentle, sweet, as he slowly grabs your hand to lead you out of hiding.

• His hands slowly trace down your body, removing cobwebs and bigger particles of dust and dirt. "Even covered in filth, you are still so radiant." A warm kiss is placed to your lips and it is almost an overload for your newly acquired form. Even before being transformed when entering the Devildom, you hadn't felt anything like this.

• You aren't sure how you got there, all you do know is that your in the bath with him, hands roaming over your body as he softly washes you while placing kisses all over your skin. "If you wish to go farther, I would request you become my partner." His lips trail up your neck as a moan escapes you.

• "F-forever?" You question as his hands continue to trial your sides, tail slowly stroking up and down your thighs.

• "Always."

• That's all you need to hear as you move to place a gentle kiss on his cheek rubbing yourself against him, needy for the attention.

• His tail moves up your thighs at a truly maddening pace, treating you delicately as he wraps it around your waist and snakes the ends of his tail to your sex. Your gasp and whimpers on spur him to move the appendage in a hypnotic rhythm you can't help but become a slave to. Begging for more contact as he takes his time with you.

• "I love you." Your words are airy, lost in bliss and he too cannot catch his breath as he answers. "I will love you until time stands still."

• You're so desperate and needy, denying you and himself would be a terrible tragedy, there will be time for soft and slow, but even he cannot resist any longer. Between his tail and his arms, he takes you to his bed. Your wet bodies now making such sinful noises as your flesh slams together. Strong rough thrust bringing your end about quickly. Your tightening core teasing his cock as your walls clench so harshly against him, it's only a matter of moments before he follows you and cums inside of you, only stopping once his cock has stopped spilling his seed deep inside of your core.

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loafbud · 3 months

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I made my Leviathan design pixelated again 💥

#(added belphegor for style comparison!)#obey me! belphegor #obey me! leviathan #obey me!#obey me! fanart #fanart #loafbud #loafbud art #orange background as a throwback to my 2021-22 art era #also the long part on Levi's face is his nose 🤥

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curatoroffiction · 2 months

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Seductive Speechcraft Midterms: Part 4

Summary:

It's Belphegor's turn to attempt to vie for your soul in the setting of an exam. His attempt is very different from the ones you've encountered so far.

Warnings: - Unreality tag for this one. Belphegor's magic messes with the reader's mind and alters their perception of reality ----- Previous Chapters: - Intro Chapter - Satan's Seduction - Mammon's Magnetism -----

Belphegor's Beguilement:

You don't end up going back into the exams until the next day. When you originally came back from your lunch with Mammon, the teacher checked your energy levels and told you to take the rest of the day off.

So when you come in today, you're fresh and ready, and once again excited to be here.

You have no idea who'll come through that door, but you've brought your collection of props again. The proctor assessing your performance in this exam motions for you to get ready for the first exam taker of the day, and to let her know when you're ready.

You reach into your bag of persona prompts and you pull out "Busy". Okay, you can work with that. You grab your laptop and set it up on the table and you pull up a game to play. You have headphones that you connect and use to immerse yourself. Whoever is coming in will be testing on hardmode. You motion to the teacher that they can send in the first student, and you begin playing.

The game you've chosen is an open-world RPG, so you're following quests and collecting goods and unlocking story lore.

You almost forget that you're in the middle of an exam, until you smell the soft scent of warm melon and honey. A scent you're most familiar with from the youngest of the brothers. He moves to sit beside you, and you can see that he's brought his own book.

He's planning to ignore you?

Well that's fine. You're pretending you're a busy person.

You choose to ignore him right back. You're playing a particularly difficult questline. Given that this is a game you've played a lot, and you're actually invested in the plot, it's not hard for you to ignore him. Especially given that you're wearing your headphones.

You gently yawn. Despite it being the first exam of the day, and having had caffeine just beforehand, you feel the gentle lull of every warm delight of slumber tugging at your mind. Ah, so this is his impact. Interesting.

You're a little interested, given that you've never really gotten to see Belphegor use his power in an attempt to attract you and make you want to know more. Even when he was in the attic, it was less.. 'Dreamy' and more 'Nightmarish'. But you find yourself yawning again, and this time it feels like you're struggling to keep a straight thought towards your video game. You're distracted and thinking about Belphegor.

How is his power affecting you? You're not looking at him, you haven't looked him in the eye- It can't be his scent.. Can it?

Ahh.. Dammit.

It's definitely his scent. That's how he's invading your senses. You have to cut that off, or you'll find yourself lulled out of your work. You reach into your book bag at your feet and take out a small balm of vapo rub. You usually use it to help yourself when the air of Devildom is particularly horrible - But you know it'll work in this instance. You apply a small dab under your nose to replace the scent, and your senses are flooded with the thick scent of vapo rub.

And it's no surprise to you that you suddenly feel much more awake.

You put the balm back into your book bag, curious to see how he'll deal with your resourcefulness. You return to your game, and for a while, it seems like he's not even trying. No approach. No attempt to connect.

Is he capable of affecting you in other ways?

It's not until a little while later that he produces a small soft drink and slides it across the table to you. You pause your game and look up to see the can. You glance up to him and see that he's looking to his book as he wordlessly offers you the drink.

"... Are you offering that to me?"

"Sure. You look like you could use some refreshment."

You pick up the drink, looking it over. It's a can, unopened. There's no reason to believe that it's what poses the danger here. You look him over once and pause, but you can't find a reason that a typical human wouldn't accept aside from preference. Right now, he's coming across as a gentle stranger.

You decide to take the drink, cracking it open and taking only a sip, just to test the waters.

When you do, you expect for him to ask something about it. Or maybe to follow up and see if you're responding to his influence yet.. But he just continues to passively read his book. You expect to feel his power ebbing at the edges of your mind - You expect for yourself to be overwhelmed by drinking the drink.. But nothing comes.

You feel as in control of yourself as ever.

You return to your game, once again refocusing yourself. You're meant to be busy. The game takes you into a small village where you have to use your character's senses to solve a mystery- And you can still give it your whole attention. Still, in the quiet moments, when the work is mindless and you're killing monsters that are attacking you, you can't help but to feel the... Monotony of it all.

Your mind keeps coming back to Belphegor, who is sitting only a chair away from you.

You feel his voice dancing on your thoughts, and you feel drawn to look towards him. What is he reading? You only take a glance, but you quickly catch that it's a book about artificery - Which piques some deep part of your mind that dances with the fancy of the unknown.

You realize at once that you're under his influence again, but how did he do it? His voice soothingly plays in your mind once again. 'You look like you could use a break' - But that's not what he said, right?

He knows exactly how to tantalize a human, how to play into their deepest desires. The demon of dreams. He can tell when he's got your interest piqued, and he'll make you think every point of engagement is your own choice. How is he doing it?

Was it sound?

You're not sure, because as soon as you disengaged, all you can hear in your mind is the sound of your game.

If that was his influence, did you break it, or did he release you?

It's driving you a little nuts that you can't tell the difference. Mammon's influence was easy to see because he was trying to impress - But.. Belphegor's playing a much longer game. A much slower game. The avatar of sloth. He can afford to wait.

You can hear through your headset as he opens himself a drink, sipping it as he reads. You feel a yearning tugging at your chest, wanting to engage. He seems so gentle and easy to approach. You want to ask about his book. You want to know about his interests. You want to hear his gentle, warm voice envelop you with every answer. What's wild is that it feels so.. organic. Like he's a stranger passing you on a rare chance, and you can take it.

And unlike some demons' influences, you're not feeling fear when you tell yourself not to engage. You feel regret, but it's like the soft regret you feel when you want to tell a stranger that they look nice, but you're too shy to get it out. It doesn't feel like you're being pulled by strings.

You decide to break the silence and engage with him to see where it goes. A typical human would engage. You pause your game and look to the demon. ".. Do I know you?"

He pauses in his reading, glancing to you as though surprised that you're engaging with him. He makes it seem so natural. He really does make it feel like you're the one approaching him. "Hmn? I'm sorry, I was really deep in my book. Can you repeat that?" He grins sheepishly, his hand holding the book resting in his lap as he gives you all of his warm attention. You feel shy, warm, as though you're basking in the soft glow of the embers of a campfire.

"... I was asking if I knew you." You feel almost embarrassed that you ask again. You find yourself yearning to make a good impression. Like you need to match his energy.

"Oh, no. Sorry if I confused you. I always bring extra drinks for the people around me. You looked busy, so, I figured you could use one." His smile is so warm and organic. Like he thinks your misunderstanding is funny, but in an endearing way. Wait. Your misunderstanding?

This isn't a misunderstanding.

He's really worming his way into your mind.

You have to disengage.

You turn back to your computer. "Ah, well.. Thank you."

"No problem." He's back to reading his book. It's easy for him to disengage from you. There's no pressure from him. You feel no pressure. The only pressure you really feel is the pressure to reach out. You want to reach out. You want to ask more. You want to know more...

But you keep disengaging.

He turns the page, and you can hear it through your headphones. Even when you're disengaging, you can hear it, and feel it, and each turn of the page, however slow, however long it takes... It anchors you back to him. You get lost in your game, but soon enough, the turning of the page comes through once again. It's not invasive. It's almost exciting. You almost look forward to the sound of the turning of the page as you try to lose yourself in the escapism of the game.

Soon enough, you find yourself slowly.. bored. The plots of the game are too.. Overdone. You've played RPGs before. Fight the monsters, collect the treasure, learn the lore.. But even learning the lore seems so.. Unattractive in this moment.

He turns the page, and your mind sparks with excitement. He's interesting. He's an unknown. You have no idea who he is, and yet, he seems so.. Inviting. And what of artificery? Is it a real study? Is it a fiction book that he's playing with? Who's the author? You feel like you want to know more.

You've forgotten what artificery even is.

You've forgotten who he is.

You've forgotten that this isn't real.

All that's real is this moment, and it's a chance to get to explore something magical.. Magic doesn't exist. You know that there is no magic in this world. You have no magic.

You look to your game and you feel like you're just busying yourself with escapism - But he could be a real escape from the monotony of the world around you.

You hear the distant scribbling of the proctor's notes as they watch, and it brings you back to the moment.

You know that magic is real, and that it's real because you're not in your world anymore. Artificery is your biggest passion. You're a leading mage in the field.

How did he make you think it wasn't real? How did he revert you back to a time when it wasn't real to you?

And wait, you know him. This is Belphegor.

In this brief moment of clarity where you can remember who you are and what's going on, you remember you need to stop this. You have to completely disengage. If you don't, you'll lose this. You close out of your game and close your laptop and begin getting up to leave. As you leave, you hear him call after you - "Hey, do you want your drink?"

And you look back to him reflexively, your guard being completely down as you catch a dooming glimpse of his eyes. His violet eyes soothe your soul, gently beckoning you to come back, to sit with him in this escape. He can take you to places you've never thought could exist. He can make every dream you've ever had feel insignificant with the excitement he can bring to your life.

This is a chance.

No.

This is a choice.

You gently wave your hand. ".. No, thank you." and break eye-contact, walking out of the scene.

When you reach the wall, you lean against it, the pressure of his influence still making your heart yearn - Because his influence, though he's ended it, was tugging at your deepest dreams and desires. He stoked a flame inside you and made you want to know more. You feel like you missed out, even though the scene is over.

Seeing you lean against the wall, he breaks character to check in on you. "Hey, ___, are you okay?"

"Yeah, that was just.. intense. Still is." You look up to him and see his concern. But what you don't see is his thought process.

So when he says "I'm sorry, I tried really hard not to push it, and to not use too much of my influence on you. I didn't want to remind you of when I-..." He cuts himself off, sheepish at his own faults, worried that he's hurt you.

".... That was you PULLING your power??" Your exclamation surprises him and he is visibly startled. You begin laughing as your previous emotions bubble away. "God.. It's no wonder I'm still feeling like I missed out. You made it so real, and SO organic, I thought it was all me - And I think it was."

The professor cuts in and motions for you two to come over for your assessments.

"You did an amazing job of discretely cutting off points of influence from Belphegor. This was absolutely an instance of him just knowing his power and strength well enough to keep finding new points of contact." She explains, looking over her notes.

You cut in - "How WAS he getting through? Was it the sound?"

"Yes, absolutely. Originally, he got through to you through the scent, then through sound, and something you didn't catch onto was that he got through to you through the drink."

"But the drink was closed and felt so.. Normal. I didn't get ANY whiff of magic off of it."

"Yes, but he wasn't just getting through to you with magic. He was toying with you by tantalizing your natural human curiosity. It was truly an amazing display of cunning and an in-depth understanding of humans and how their minds work." The proctor sounds genuinely impressed with Belphegor's performance in the exam.

"It really was." You nod in agreement. He absolutely would have gotten you if you hadn't been able to distract yourself and tether yourself back to reality with the teacher's distant sounds of scribbling. Honestly, it took a great amount of effort to pull yourself back from that. You grin to him, and see that he's visibly shy about your praise.

- ".. Thank you." He smiles softly, looking away.

The teacher motions to you. "Back to you, I'm especially proud that you avoided eye-contact. You're getting better at that. He definitely pulled some tricks out to get you to make eye-contact. If he weren't so good at helping humans bring their guards down-"

You can see how Belphegor's shy warmth shifts into embarrassed guilt as the teacher goes on about how great he is at manipulating humans. You clear your throat. "And my performance?" redirecting her focus away from him, so he doesn't have to listen to how good he was at manipulating you.

"Ah, yes, your performance was admirable. You held your own, you stealthily protected yourself, and you appropriately disengaged when it became apparent that you were outmatched. Can I ask, how did his influence feel?"

".. Ahhh.." You pause, glancing over to him. He seems to be cautiously watching you. "Well, it felt.. Real. Like he was a magical stranger in the sense of being someone who was exciting and new and charismatic without even trying. I found myself forgetting core details about myself, which I think was the height of his influence. He somehow made me forget artificery, even though it's something I love dearly and am very passionate about. He somehow made it feel like it was a dream he could show me existed. I have no idea how he did that, but.. Damn."

Belphegor looks away, feeling guilty that he even did that to you. Having gotten his feedback, he heads towards the door.

The teacher is ecstatic though. She gives you both high marks for the occasion. She's about to tell you to get ready for the next one when you go "I'm gonna need a breather after that one. To get my head straight, if that's okay."

"Oh, absolutely. Please, take your time. Return soon though, we do have others waiting."

You follow Belphegor out of the room. He pauses and turns to see you.

And for a moment, you're both quiet.

"... Are you okay?" You ask, worried that he's shutting down.

He nods. "... Are you?"

You nod, giving him a gentle smile.

He feels embarrassed that you're checking in on him. "..."

"Do you wanna hang out later? I'll be pretty exhausted after the exams, and I'll definitely need someone to help me wind down."

"... Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. I still feel safe with you."

He looks away, extra embarrassed, but he holds his arms out for you. You close the distance and warmly hug him, giving him a reassuring squeeze. He hugs you back, and you can hear how he decompresses into you, his exhale sounding like he was holding a lot inside. You two stand like this for a long moment, soaking in the comfort of each other's arms, and the safety you've built with each other.

You take as long as you need to recover from this one, and he does too. ----- If you like my writing and wanna check out other works I've done, check out my Masterlist/Rules I write pieces like this and more on my AO3 too!

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still-a-morosexual-help · 1 year

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Here's something mildly heartbreaking :) (my speciality!)

Mammon definitely cried when MC died right?

• He (along with Asmo) is the character who cries the most in canon;

1.) He cries during sad parts of movies/shows/plays/books

2.) He cries while watch animal documentries

3.) Hell he cried because Beel ate the soup he was making MC

• MC died on a day where the rest of the brothers were (up until that point) having a relaxing, fun day - playing a game to get Lucifer & MC closer together. Their death was definitely unexpected/an extreme shock

• MC's injuries were bad according to Satan? (Levi?) Bad enough that a human wouldn't have been able to survive it. Bad enough that even Lucifer knew he couldn't do anything to save them when Asmo asked him to. That means the body Mammon was holding was........ I mean it would have been a gruesome sight

• Mammon's been spending every day since the beginning of the year with MC. At this point he's already obviously in love with them, they're his best friend, the two of them share a bedroom frequently. They were close

The point being: Mammon held a dying human in his arms and sobbed his fucking heart out while asking them not to die. In front of Belphie.

The point being: Mammon didn't cry when Lilith died. No listen, he absolutely broke down when she died but he didn't do it in front of his brothers. Mammon was the one keeping it together and looking after everyone when they Fell. He couldn't scream and cry and beg like he wanted to when Lilith died because he had to be the strong one, he had to soothe everyone's injuries and fears and guilt, he had to show them that things could be better, that they could move on to a brighter future (shoutout to Mammon's lines in his unit song with Lucifer).

But you know what Belphie would have seen?

He would have seen his older brother breaking down over a human he's known for months when he wouldn't even cry after his little sister, who he'd known for thousands of years, died

And we all already know what Belphie thought about humans at this time:

And we already know what he thought about his brothers at this time:

For a moment there, while MC was dying Belphie would have hated Mammon. Would have felt vindicated for causing Mammon that kind of pain, when he (as far as Belphie knew) couldn't even spare that for his sister.

Belphie would have felt angry and betrayed. Justified for what he said and did but so so painfully hurt.

And then (in s1 of the anime) when the brothers were tiptoeing around Belphie, were trying to reach out to him and act normal after what he did, but were so obviously failing, when there was a distance between them and Belphie that had previously never existed, that even Beel couldn't find away to breach, Mammon was the first to take that step forward and close the distance which prompted everyone else to do the same, to bring Belphie back to them, to show that he was accepted and loved and always a part of them

And I am very emotional about them.

Disclaimer: this is absolutely not a post bashing Belphie or his thoughts/actions/feelings. They're both complex characters and I always love trying to breakdown and figure out what certain characters were feeling at a time by bringing up other moments in canon. If you try to make this post into something to bash Belphie or start dumb discourse I will eat your entire right leg🐸

In addition, me stating things from canon or talking about negative emotions or things characters have done and comparing those things to another charcter's actions/emotions/responses is not me putting down one character to raise up another. Sometimes when analysing characters you have to compare and contrast them with others present in that or similar situations -> doing so doesn't mean I'm shit talking one character. A character can do, say, think, believe bad or complex things -> there's nothing wrong with talking about/analysing those things or still loving that character.

I know it seems stupid to say something that should seem obvious but *takes out cigar and blows smoke* I've been in this business a long time, kid (3 years for om!, 7 years actively in a fandom, 14 years in fandom in general) I've seen things, terrible things

Also, lemme shamelessly plug in my fic because it's related to this post -> Changing Seasons

Ft. Belphie coming to terms with MC after Lesson 16

Onesided Belphie × (unnamed gn!) MC

Mammon x MC being Besties

Belphie & Mammon talking, but not talking enough

Belphie's PoV

Mammon very briefly being an eldritch nightmare as a little treat for you monsterfuckers

Edit:

Huge additional part added because I realised the entire focus of this post could be misunderstood

Ajznxodjfc9enhd7ejx 😭😭😭😭this was supposed to be Belphie's post about Belphie's feelings. Y'all know I love Mammon, but he's not supposed to be the focus here🥲

Usually when I make an analysis post I take evidence from canon and then add it all together to get ✨️The Main Point✨️ of the post.

In this post I had to infer all of mammon's "canon evidence" (via other actual canon evidence) because we're never explicitly told he cried when MC died and we never see his instant reaction to Lilith's death.

Belphie's side of it was however all explicitly stated in canon so I just added the screenshots. Which is why I wrote much more about mammon on this post than Belphie.

But ✨️The Main Point✨️ that I was always getting to and what made me write this post is actually about how absolutely fucking pissed off Belphie would have been because of Mammon. How hurt and angry and betrayed he would have felt that his older brother who's meant to protect him and his family apparently valued the life of some random human over their sister's.

I added the S1 bit because it nicely rounded up Belphie & Mammon's story. Because it proved Belphie wrong. It proved exactly how much Mammon (and the others) valued him and each other. Because he got to see how heartbroken Mammon was when MC died, he knew exactly what it was like to be that heartbroken, he knew exactly what it was like to NEVER forgive that which caused the pain, and yet he was forgiven. And THAT I think more than anything would have proved Belphie's initial thoughts wrong. It would have eased any lingering feelings of betrayal and hurt he had. Would have proved how much he was loved by his older brother.

So yeah, this was absolutely made to be Belphie's post and I don't think I explained that well enough in the original post💀 in my defense i was half an hour late in feeding the kids & getting yelled at🥲

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diatiddiess · 1 year

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Fan questions for the demon bros answered by Obey Me's official fb page back in 2019

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me! lucifer #obey me! mammon #obey me! leviathan #obey me! satan #obey me! asmodeus #obey me! beelzebub #obey me! belphegor

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rainiishowers · 4 months

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Scenario: The brothers and MC are at a ball at the castle, and this is how I imagine each of the brothers would ask MC to a dance

A/N: Sooo… Had this idea super late at night, and wrote it while sleep deprived (although edited it). The tone may be wayyy different from my usual headcanon sets. I was finding bullet points… a bit boring, so I thought I’d spice it up a little bit, hope you enjoy!!

@mammoneythegreat @crazyyanderefangirlfan

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Lucifer

Of course will be all gentlemanly and proper, whether he catches MC in the corner of the room or talking to someone else, he will get their attention with a little clear of his throat or a tap on their shoulder before holding out his hand with a small bow, asking if they would have the pleasure of having this dance with him. If they agree/go along with it, he’ll be extremely happy, which would be crystal clear on his face. He’s a very good dancer and will make up for the mistakes MC makes if any. He ends up being on cloud nine for the rest of the night, even after the dance ends.

Mammon

This man will probably do it in one of the shyest ways possible, and get flustered just at the idea of asking them to dance. He will stick close by and subtly hint at the idea and if MC were to ever propose dancing with him, he’ll try to play it cool and be all like “Of course the Great Mammon will dance with ya!” But when they actually get to dancing, he will look at MC with the most lovestruck eyes. Surprisingly, good at dancing, a few missteps here and there, and they will hear him humming the rhythm to himself. Not very graceful at the beginning, but it’ll become a pattern Mammon learns quick.

Leviathan

He will probably do everything asides from asking MC if they wanna dance. Levi will sulk in the corner, eyes following MC around the room, will almost get the confidence but chicken out at the last minute. If MC were to ever walk by him or check on him (why would they do that, Levi has no idea), he’d be a flustered tomato. It may be the alcohol served at the party or just his little confidence, but whatever may be the reason, he stutters out a question about if they want to dance with him, awkwardly holding out his hand. When MC agrees, he is ecstatic, and glad he had the confidence to ask them. As he is less familiar with ballroom dancing and more familiar with dancing along to anime openings/songs, he isn’t the most graceful. Levi apologizes every time he steps on their toes or makes them stumble. However, he has enough familiarity with footwork to be able to scrape by.

Satan

Much like Lucifer, will be a gentleman about it. However, will be a lot quicker to offer MC his hand and ask them for a dance. He is determined to be the first person MC dances with. He isn’t boasty about it, but definitely enjoys seeing either his own brothers or other partygoers look at them as they dance. He is graceful about it, and definitely throws in a few dips and spins in there for the dramatics. He’s gonna whisper some praise for MC being able to pull off certain moves well, or if they are less familiar with dancing, he’ll walk them through it and warn them of possibly harder moves to pull off. His graceful dancing makes up for the mistakes MC may make. Graceful but a tad dramatic, will obviously give their hand a kiss afterwards.

Asmodeus

Ah the king himself. Of course he is fully expecting all eyes to be on him and MC when they start dancing. While that nice image plays in his head, he walks over to MC with a pep in his step and not so subtly asks them for a dance, or if MC asks him first, he will swoon and happily accept the offer. Either way, it’s different with these two dancing. Both of them are doing graceful spins and dips, and if you thought Satan was up for dramatics, you should see Asmo. He shares the spotlight with MC, and looks amazing doing it. Graceful and more much more dramatic than Satan.

Beelzebub

Ah Beel, bless his soul. MC might have to be the one to initiate it. He is at the snack table, no surprise there, and sees MC. In the case that he initiates it, he’ll finish his snacks and walk over, seeing their gaze follow the people already dancing. Beel will put two and two together and ask if they want to dance together. In the case they initiate it, they will have to walk over to Beel and ask in a straightforward manner, MC probably shouldn’t be cryptic here because he will not pick up on it. Either way, they end up dancing. He isn’t… the most graceful, he’s still decent, don’t get me wrong, but since he hasn’t done this a lot and probably hasn’t had a lot of practice, he isn’t on the supreme level of grace. He might apologize and say that he wasn’t really used to it and he wasn’t really the greatest dance partner. Maybe someone should sign him up to dance classes…

Belphegor

This lazy mf will not dance unless MC somehow coerces him to. Granted, it surprisingly doesn’t take a lot to get him to agree to something when it’s MC. They will have to give him something in return if they want him to dance with them, though. Let’s say for this, they do manage to coerce him, he will probably do the asking to dance in a more joking/mocking way, with a smirk on his face. While he isn’t too passionate about dancing, he’ll go along with it so MC is happy, because if they are happy, he is happy, or at least content. He barely remembers the lessons in dance that he took with Lilith and Beel, but at least that is something. Surprise surprise, not all that graceful, and will probably quit a quarter of the way through, or a half if he’s especially tired (which is very likely). Why am I not surprised that the twins aren’t the best dancing partners?

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ahcrie4help · 5 months

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My Personal HeadCannon(s) on the Demon Bros’ (+ Dia) Height(s) ~!!

Now, I know their heights have been “confirmed”-ish, but I just don’t accept that they would have just “normal” height measurements 🤥. Even in their human forms, I think they would be way above average heights cause they are still DEMON AVATARS OF HELL- or whatever so.. I also believe some of them vary when in their human and/or demon forms 😌

From Shortest to Tallest:

Asmodeus - 5 ‘10 (Stays the same in both forms)

Belphegor - 5 ‘11 (6 ‘0 in demon form)

Mammon - 6 ‘0 (Stays the same in both forms (not including horns tho))

Leviathan - 6 ‘2 (stays the same in both forms (not including horns))

Satan - 6 ‘2.5 (6 ‘3 in demon form)

Lucifer - 6 ‘4 (Stays the same MAYBE 6 ‘4.5 🙄 (not including horns))

Beelzebub - 6 ‘6 (6 ‘8 in demon form)

Diavolo - 6 ‘8 ( A whopping 7 ‘0 in his demon form 🤭🤤)

Extra:

I like always felt that Belphie was the shortest but apparently that is not the case, so I tried to at least stay a little cannon 🤷

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bite-sized-devil · 1 year

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Please reblog so I can find out the fandoms favourite. 🌻

#for science!!#obey me!#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me fandom #om!#om! shall we date #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me! belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me! lucifer #obey me! mammon #obey me leviathan #om! leviathan #obey me! satan #obey me! asmodeus #obey me asmo

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the-sheep-from-obeyme-real · 8 months

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genuinely curious how most people feel abt the om characters since its obviously meant to be a dating game, but ive seen some people only like it for the found family dynamics and stuff,,, so like idk :3

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obeymeimaginesandasks · 1 year

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What would the brothers + lord diavolo feel/do as they slowly fall in love with a loyal MC who is determined to go back to their lover after being summoned in the Devildom?

They knew you were spoken for, the first thing you had asked once you'd been summoned was if you'd be able to see your significant other. You'd panicked at the thought of just up and disappearing but nonetheless you stayed in the Devildom to do the exchange program. Determined to end the year so you could get back to them.

Lucifer: He initially ignored his budding feelings for you, writing them off as fondness for a friend. When they became stronger and realized he'd fallen in love with you, he had a night full of drinking and spiraling thoughts. Did you really need to go back? Did your lover even love you as much as he did? As much as his brothers did? The thought of silencing your lover crossed his mind before he shook it from his head. No, he couldn't see you become distraught. Even above his pride he longed for your happiness, even if it wasn't at his side.

Mammon: Didn't think much at first that you were taken, after all you were just the human he was tasked with babysitting. Then he started loving you, started yearning for those soft moments you gave him. Every time he proclaimed himself as your first, he knew he was lying, knew he claimed the title in name only and not as fact. His chest grew tight with every sweet moment between you, he couldn't help but want all of you. Your friendship, your companionship, your love. But seeing you light up at the thought of your lover had him biting down his pain, after all you were happy, that's all he wanted.

Leviathan: Like Mammon, he fell relatively quickly The nights of gaming and binging had become the time he most looked forward to. When he realized he loved you, he fell into a pit of jealousy and depression. How could he compare to the one who so clearly put that blinding smile on your face whenever you spoke of them. It became both a slice of heaven and hell to have you so close yet so far. He had at once went on a tirade of jealousy about your lover, never once mentioning his love for you, but when you had looked angry at his words, he shrunk in on himself before muttering an apology and locking himself in his room. Afterwards he becomes slightly distant, no longer sitting as close and almost shying away from your hugs. He doesn’t want to hurt you, but his envy keeps him from completely pulling away.

Satan: Early on in your stay, he doesn’t really get the reason why Mammon and Levi had latched onto you so much. He mainly interacted with you because your actions tended to annoy Lucifer and that was always a win for him. After he forged his pact with you, he began to see you in a new light. Your kindness and resolve had endeared him to you which turned to love and then pain. He grew angry with himself, how could he let himself fall in love with someone who was taken. He wanted you to himself and it angered him that he could never hear those sweet words of love from you. He briefly wondered if it would be possible to make you fall for him, have you choose him instead, but not knowing if it would work kept him from trying. He’d rather live with the not knowing than to face your rejection.

Asmodeus: He knew he was fond of you; you were adorable and sweet to him. When he acknowledged that he wanted you as more than a friend he panicked. He didn’t know how to be with someone for more than just a fling. Then in his panic he remembered you were taken; it didn’t matter that he didn’t know how to be in a relationship if you weren’t in it. Unlike Satan he didn’t want to give up your heart without a fight. Instead of his silly flirting, he did grander and serious gestures to make you his. One day he finally admitted to you that he loved you and seeing your sympathetic face broke him inside. Despite the pain he would give you a soft smile and wish you happiness. He’d have to be content with your platonic love.

Beelzebub: He’d take the fact that he’d fallen in love with you in stride. He knew that you were happily in a relationship, and he respected that. Of course, it hurt him that with every hug, every smile you gave him, he fell in love a little more. He did end up confessing his feelings to you, not because he wanted you to choose him but because he didn’t want to regret not doing so. At the beginning of his confession, he made it known that he didn’t expect you to return his feelings. When you let him know that you couldn’t return his feelings in that way, he would smile sadly but nod. He didn’t let this mess up your friendship, he was happy to just be by your side.

Belphegor: He absolutely hated that he’d fallen in love with you, not only were you already with someone one, even if you weren’t how could you choose someone who had killed you. He wanted to tell you that he loved you, to hear you say you loved him. He became disgusted with himself when he seriously debated having your lover disappear but knowing that you would never forgive him, he refrained and stamped down his more selfish thoughts. He locked those feelings in a tight little box and shoved it as far away as he could. He tortured himself when he dreamt of you saying sweet nothings to him, caressing his face and kissing him.

Diavolo: It was noted and filed away that you were taken, at that moment it hadn't been an important fact. It was only when you spoke of your lover, and he felt a pang of jealousy that he realized he loved you. Realistically he knew that even without your lover, he couldn’t be with you freely. Being the prince of the Devildom came with restrictions and political marriages. It didn’t stop him from stealing any momentary affection he could get. He felt guilty for having brought you to Devildom but couldn’t bring himself to regret it because he had found a wonderful person in you. He would have to be satisfied with only being able to love you from afar, even if he wanted nothing more than to pull you into his embrace.

#obey me #obey me!#obey me imagines #obey me! mammon #obey me! asmodeus #obey me! diavolo #obey me beelzebub #obey me! leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me! belphegor #obey me angst

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