Hey can you wright a head canon about obey me. I’ll give you creative liberty and with it i just need to see these men jealous af!!
── ⋆⋅☆ OBEY ME - JEALOUSY
── ⋆⋅☆ AUTHORS NOTE - Once again, unfortunately, there is no Mephistopheles or Raphael. One day, I'll learn enough about them to write about them.
── ⋆⋅☆ LUCIFER
Lucifer does not get jealous.
Nope. Not him. Never. (He says, through gritted teeth, while his eye twitches.)
It always starts the same way. You’re talking to someone, doesn’t even matter who, and suddenly Lucifer materializes behind you like an ominous storm cloud.
He doesn’t interrupt. Oh no, he’s too polished for that.
Instead, he stands there with his arms crossed and that perfectly neutral expression that screams, 'I am two seconds away from smiting someone. Continue.'
You say something funny, and the other person laughs?
He tilts his head just slightly, like, 'Interesting. You’re laughing a little too hard at my human. Should I write your death sentence now or later?' (╭ರ_•́)
He’ll pretend he’s not listening, but he’s absolutely cataloguing every word, every gesture, every breath.
When you two finally walk away, he does that thing where he clears his throat like he’s about to give a lecture,
But then pauses… because he knows he’s about to sound petty. And he can't have that now, can he?
“…You seem very close with them.” (¬_¬") Meaning: Why were you looking at them like that? Look at me like that instead.
You tease him, because of course you do, and he gives you this silent, judgmental side-eye that belongs framed in a museum.
And then he gets quiet. Very quiet. Which is how you know you’ve successfully activated Jealousy Mode™.
If you step closer, he immediately straightens his spine like you’ve flipped a switch, shoulders relaxing just enough for you to slip a hand through his arm.
And when you do? Oh, he smirks.
The kind of smirk that says, 'Yes. Correct. You are mine again. Balance has been restored.'
── ⋆⋅☆ MAMMON
Mammon? Jealous? Oh, honey, yes.
He doesn’t even try to hide it. He can’t. It’s physically impossible for him. Jealousy hits him like a truck, and his whole brain just blue-screens.
It always starts when you’re talking to someone else, and suddenly Mammon is there.
Like the universe summoned him via jealousy GPS.
He slides right between you and the other person with a grin that is 40% confidence, 60% panic. “Hey! Whatcha talkin’ about? With my human?” ⊙‿ꏿ
You’d think he was announcing an engagement with how loudly he emphasizes the “my.”
He throws an arm over your shoulder so fast you practically bounce.
Very subtle. Zero suspicion. Totally natural behaviour.
If the person you’re talking to laughs at something you said? Mammon laughs louder. And longer.
He just wants them to know he’s the main character here.
You try to have a normal conversation?
Mammon keeps chiming in like a gremlin with disorganized thoughts,
“Yeah, yeah, MC’s real funny, did you know they won a contest once?” or “That’s enough talkin’, yeah? We gotta go. Important… stuff.” <(ꐦㅍ _ㅍ)>
You tease him, of course, you do, and he goes bright red instantly.
Then he tries to deny it in the most unconvincing way possible.
“JEALOUS?! ME?! Pffft- yeah right. As if The Great Mammon would get jealous over YOU! I mean… not like that! I didn’t mean- WAIT-”
He digs himself into a hole so fast.
Later, when it’s just the two of you, he gets all sulky in that adorable Mammon way.
Arms crossed. Back turned. Foot tapping like he’s waiting for you to figure out what you did wrong, even though he fully caused the problem himself.
── ⋆⋅☆ LEVIATHAN
Levi doesn’t 'get jealous.'
No, no, he gets full anime villain arc jealous.
Like one stray compliment from another person and suddenly he’s standing there imagining 37 different bad endings, all starring him as the tragic, overlooked love interest.
It always starts with you talking to someone else in the hallway. He walks up, sees you smiling, and you can practically see the loading screen appear behind his eyes.
He freezes. Glitches. Reboots.
Then he awkwardly shuffles closer like a shy NPC trying to join the party without being invited. “Uh… h-hey. What’s… um… going on here?” (•᷄- •᷅ ;)
He says it like you’re plotting his downfall.
If the person you’re talking to laughs at your joke? GAME. OVER.
He looks away so fast he gets whiplash, muttering under his breath,
“Of course they’d prefer someone else… I mean, why wouldn’t they… stupid normies…” (｡﹏｡")
He tries to be subtle, but his version of subtlety is standing slightly behind you and glaring holes into the back of the other person’s head like he’s about to cast a curse he read in a forum at 3 a.m.
And if you tease him? Oh, he combusts instantly.
“ME? J-JEALOUS?! WH- I- THAT’S- I’m not jealous, okay?! I’m just… monitoring the situation. For… safety reasons.”
Sure, Levi. Totally believable.
But the second you slip your hand into his? His shoulders drop, his cheeks go pink, and he leans into you just a little too much.
Later, he’ll go to his room and flop dramatically on the floor, kicking his feet like an embarrassed schoolgirl.
But he falls asleep hugging his Ruri-chan pillow with this tiny, smug smile.
Because yeah, you chose him. And he’s gonna replay that moment forever.
── ⋆⋅☆ SATAN
Satan likes to think he’s above jealousy.
He’s composed. Mature. Totally in control... until he isn’t.
It always starts when he sees you chatting with someone who’s just a little too close for comfort.
His smile doesn’t drop. Nope.
He just tilts his head with that polite, elegant expression that says. 'I am deciding whether or not you deserve to live.'
He’ll stroll over, all calm and collected, hands in his pockets like he didn’t just feel a spike of envy so strong it almost summoned a minor earthquake.
“Oh? What are you two discussing?” ( • ᴗ •) His voice is sweet. Soft. But his eyes? Yeah, those are telling a whole different story.
If the person you’re talking to compliments you?
He presses his lips together in this tiny, strained smile that looks painfully close to a snarl.
Just a hint. A whisper. Enough to send even the bravest demon scrambling.
He stands beside you, never pulling you away, but absolutely making it clear that you are with him.
Every gesture is subtle. His shoulder angled toward you. His eyes flicking down to your hand like he’s debating whether to just take it already.
When you tease him about being jealous, he lets out the softest laugh.
Very gentle. Very controlled. But you can tell you hit a nerve.
“Jealous? Me?” he says with that angelic smile he definitely stole from somewhere. “I’m only concerned. That’s all.”
Uh-huh. Sure.
But when you lace your fingers with his, something in him melts instantly.
His muscles relax, his eyes soften, and he gives you this warm, quietly smug look that screams, They are mine. The universe may rest.
Later, he will absolutely reread a book while pretending he didn’t nearly lose composure over you.
── ⋆⋅☆ ASMODEUS
Asmo doesn’t get jealous. Oh no, darling, he gets theatrically offended.
It always starts with someone getting a little too cozy with you.
You could be complimenting their outfit, and suddenly Asmo is right there, slipping between you like he teleported in on a cloud of perfume.
He loops his arm through yours instantly, “Sweetie! I’ve been looking everywhere for you~!” (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) ‹𝟹
He smiles at the person you were talking to. A lovely, radiant smile.
A smile that says, 'Did you really think you could go up against me, I mean, look at my face.'
If they make you laugh? Oh, he laughs louder. Higher. Prettier.
He tilts his head toward you like he’s posing for a magazine, making completely sure the person sees exactly what they’re up against.
And the second you tease him about being jealous? He gasps like you accused him of wearing last season’s accessories.
“Jealous? Me??” (,,•o•,,) Hand on chest. Sparkly eyes wide.
“My dear, I don’t get jealous, I just care! And I happen to care very intensely!”
Meanwhile his grip on your arm is tightening just enough to send the message.
But the moment you reach up and brush his cheek? Oh, he melts instantly.
He leans into your touch like he’s been waiting for it all day.
Later, he’ll flop across his bed, kicking his legs like he’s in a romantic drama, texting you seventeen heart emojis because he can’t stop replaying the moment you chose him.
Because yes, he’s dramatic. But we love him for that.
── ⋆⋅☆ BEELZEBUB
Beel doesn’t realize he’s jealous at first.
He just gets this weird, tight feeling in his chest that is not hunger, and he spends a solid three minutes confused like, 'Did I skip a snack? Is this… emotional indigestion?'
It always starts when someone stands a little too close to you.
You’re smiling, chatting, being adorable, and Beel’s just watching with this soft, confused frown.
He doesn’t interrupt right away. No, he just… hovers. Quiet, gentle, very large hovering.
The kind of looming presence that makes people rethink their life choices.
But if the other person laughs a little too hard at your joke? Oh, that’s when it kicks in.
He steps closer, so natural and unassuming, but now he’s practically towering over them with his “I am a cutie patootie but also capable of ending your existence” energy.
He’ll slip a hand to your back, all soft and protective, and go, “Everything okay?” •ᴗ•
But the way his eyes flick to the person you’re talking to says, 'Everything better be okay.' (⊙ _ ⊙ )
And when you tease him about being jealous? Beel’s eyes widen like you just caught him stealing cookies before dinner.
“Jealous? Me? I… I don’t think so. I just didn’t want you to get lonely.” ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ Sweetheart. Precious boy. He’s jealous and doesn’t even know it.
But the second you take his hand and give it a squeeze,
He relaxes so hard it’s like someone let the air out of a balloon.
His shoulders drop, his expression softens, and he leans into you just a tiny bit, which for Beel means a lot.
── ⋆⋅☆ BELPHEGOR
Belphie doesn’t get jealous often… but when he does, it’s like watching a sleepy cat suddenly realize violence is an option.
It always starts when he wakes up from a nap and realizes you’re not where he left you? Hello, human? How dare you?
He wanders around, pillow in hand, hair a mess, eyes half-lidded.
And then he sees you talking to someone else.
Instant mood shift.
He stops in his tracks with that slow, unimpressed blink that says, 'Why are you awake and smiling at someone who isn’t me?'
He doesn’t march over right away. Oh no, Belphie prefers the stealth jealousy approach.
He’ll quietly appear behind you, like a cryptid, and lean his chin on your shoulder without saying a word.
The other person is usually the first to notice him. Because he’s staring.
Not angry, not smiling… just that deadpan, sleepy glare that makes people rethink every decision they’ve ever made.
If the person talking to you laughs? Belphie’s arms wrap around your waist.
He mumbles, “You’re loud,” (¬_¬") but he’s not talking to you; he’s talking to them.
And when you tease him about being jealous? He groans dramatically and buries his face into your neck like he’s trying to hide.
“Jealous? I’m tired, not jealous.” (⩌_⩌) Sure, baby boy. That death glare earlier says otherwise.
But the moment you run your fingers through his hair? Game over.
He tightens his hold on you, content.
Later, when you’re both lying down, he’ll nudge his forehead against yours and whisper, “You should stay closer to me… so no one annoys us.”
── ⋆⋅☆ DIAVOLO
Diavolo doesn’t get jealous often, but when he does, oh honey… the entire Devildom feels that shift in the atmosphere.
It always starts when you’re chatting with someone in the castle halls.
He’s walking toward you, smiling like the golden retriever prince he is, ready to sweep you into a bear hug… and then he sees someone standing just a bit too close to you.
That smile?
It doesn’t drop, it just gets a little too sharp around the edges.
Like, 'Haha! Everything is fine :) but also who is this worm and why are they breathing in your direction :)'
He approaches with perfect royal poise, voice warm as ever, “Ah, there you are!” ( ˙ᗜ˙ )
But there’s a subtle shift in his stance, shoulders squared, chest out, radiating 'I could crush a mountain, but I’m choosing peace.'
The person you’re talking to suddenly looks like they’re facing a sunrise and a threat at the same time.
If they make you laugh? He places a hand on your back like it’s the most natural thing in the world, gently guiding you closer to him.
When you tease him about being jealous, he lets out this flustered little chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Jealous? Me? I simply enjoy your company… greatly.” ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ
Which is Diavolo code for, 'Yes, I am jealous, and you have no idea how hard I’m trying not to start a war over it.'
But when you lace your fingers with his? He melts. Completely.
His expression softens, his shoulders relax, and he leans down to press his forehead to yours with a sigh that says he finally has you back in his orbit.
── ⋆⋅☆ BARBATOS
Barbatos is the last demon you’d expect to get jealous.
He’s calm. Collected. Graceful… until someone else gets a little too friendly with you.
It always starts quietly.
You’re speaking with someone in RAD, smiling, laughing, being the adorable menace you are, and Barbatos passes by.
He stops. Just for a second. Just long enough for his eyes to narrow the tiniest bit, so subtle you’d think you imagined it.
But oh no, sweetheart. He noticed. He noticed everything.
He approaches with that perfect, elegant smile that could disarm a war. “Ah, I hope I’m not interrupting.” ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ
He absolutely is interrupting. With intention.
He places a hand on your shoulder, and the entire hallway drops ten degrees.
The other person suddenly looks like they’re about to apologize for breathing.
If they compliment you? Barbatos’s smile widens in that polite, razor-sharp way that says: 'How wonderful. Say one more thing, and I’ll bury you in the garden.'
When you tease him about being jealous, he chuckles softly, eyes closing in that serene-but-dangerous way.
“Jealous? Never. I simply prefer when your attention is… properly directed.” (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
Translation: 'Yes, I’m jealous, and I’m being incredibly polite about it, please reward me.'
But the second you touch his hand, his shoulders relax, his expression softens, and he leans just a little closer, like your presence steadies his entire universe.
Later, behind closed doors, he’ll allow himself a quiet, private smile.
Just a little one.
Because you chose him, and for Barbatos, the timeline has never looked sweeter.
── ⋆⋅☆ SIMEON
Simeon is an angel. A literal angel.
So of course he tells himself he’s above jealousy.
Grace. Patience. Serenity. All that holy stuff… yeah, that lasts about five seconds.
It always begins when he sees you talking to someone else, and Simeon just stops.
Mid-step. Mid-thought.
He watches for a moment with that gentle smile he’s so known for…
but there’s a little tightness around his eyes. Just a little.
He walks over with the calmest, sweetest voice known to the Celestial realm, “Hello, I didn’t mean to intrude,” ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ but he definitely meant to intrude.
Every inch of him whispers I am politely reclaiming what’s mine.
He stands beside you, hands folded, radiating holy sunshine, but his eye is practically twitching.
If the person you’re talking to compliments you?
His smile freezes for half a second. A blink. A glitch in the angelic matrix.
Then he recovers with, “Yes… they’re quite wonderful, aren’t they?” (ᵕ—ᴗ—)
Which is angel-speak for: I heard you. Don’t push your luck.
When you tease him about being jealous, he gives you this wounded, dramatic gasp, “Me? Jealous? I would never.” (,,•o•,,)
But the warmth spreading across his cheeks tells the entire truth.
He tries to hide it, tries so hard, but you slip your fingers into his, and he's suddenly feeling okay.
His shoulders soften, and he leans into you with that quiet, breathy laugh that says he feels safe again.
Later, he’ll sit alone, hand over his heart, smiling down at the memory of you choosing him.
Because jealousy may not be angelic, but loving you absolutely is.
── ⋆⋅☆ SOLOMON
Solomon doesn’t get jealous like a normal person. Oh no.
When Solomon gets jealous, he becomes a quiet, smiling problem.
It always starts when he sees you talking to someone else and Solomon just tilts his head. That little smile appears.
The one that says, 'I could hex them into a potted plant, but I won’t. Probably.'
He strolls over with that gentle, harmless tone he uses right before doing something deeply unhinged.
“Oh? I didn’t realize you were busy,” ◉‿◉ he says, placing a hand on your back.
But there’s this spark in his eyes that betrays him. A dangerous, curious spark.
He won’t pull you away. No, Solomon prefers psychological warfare.
He’ll stand right beside you, smiling pleasantly at the person you’re talking to while radiating the energy of, 'I know 1,000 spells and 999 of them would be frowned upon by the council.'
If the other person makes you laugh? He laughs too. Louder.
At jokes that weren’t jokes. At comments that weren’t funny.
And then he’ll lean in, “You have such a charming laugh, you know…” (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵) directly into your ear while looking the other person dead in the eye.
When you tease him about being jealous, he just smiles. That terrifyingly calm “I’m definitely planning something” smile.
“Jealous? Me? No, no… I just like being close to you.”
Meaning: I’m absolutely jealous and considering petty magic.
But the second you take his hand? The menace drops.
Later, he’ll act totally normal… except for the tiny smirk every time he remembers how quickly you chose him.
Because jealous Solomon isn’t dangerous. He’s devoted.
Lucifer's love is classic. You wake up to a cup of drink that you like every morning with a kiss on the forehead. He dances you under the moonlight with your favourite song. He whispers sweet nothings and soft deep chuckles in your ear as you two sway. He would never let anyone belittle you nor hold you. You are his as he is yours. He would do anything to have you. All except one. He would never crawl and beg for you. After, all— you're just a human. He wields the strongest sin in Devildom.
Belphegor's love is comforting. You can open up anything to him and he'll listen. All of your problems, concerns, stories, and lectures— he will listen to you. It doesn't matter if it takes hours, days, weeks, or even years. As long as you're beside him, he'll listen. When he speaks, it's like he lulls you to sleep. He's happy that he doesn't need to take you anywhere. This is the perfect date, right? Just by being in each other's arms in your bed or his as he listens to your sweet melodic voice or you listen to him. He'll never realize that you'll want to do something more than this though.
Satan's love is out of a fairytale. All those romance novels gave him an idea how to act and treat you right. All those lines that gave you butterflies are his favourite lines from his favourite book. He's the perfect man. He's your knight in shining armor as you are his princess stuck in the tall tower. He's the gardener that takes care of your blossoms. He's the prince who's willing to go through the whole village to find you. Although oftentimes, you're reminded that he's way more intelligent than you. You'd catch him throw words that you barely heard anyone use. He's also a perfectionist. The scene must go where he intends it to be. Don't go beyond the lines.
Asmodeus's love is a luxury. He is a very busy person. You know that. Everywhere you go, you'll see his face. From the billboards, posters, and magazines. Many people envies you. I mean afterall— you're dating the Asmodeus. You can feel everyone's eyes are on you as soon as you enter a field. But that doesn't matter. You are the only creature that's worth his attention and time. He adores you— truly. He adores you just like how he adores the flowers in his bed. He adores you just like how a vampire thirsts blood. He loves you way more than he ever should. He loves you just like how he loves being in the spotlight. He loves you like you're worth trillions of Grimm. Come on. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you. He loves you.
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Beelzebub's love is something you'd crave. Out of everyone, he's someone who you'd always look after, run after even. You'd wish he was yours in every lifetime. His love isn't just some passing first love. He's the first love that you'll talk about to your grandchildren over and over again until their ears bleed out. He memorizes you. Your routine, your diet, your favourite foods, favourite songs, artist, portrait— everything. He would never abandon you. In fact, he would abandon everything for you. His smiles are as warm as the ramen you two would share as a midnight snack. Just like his twin, he's the best listener you could ever ask for. He's a sweetheart, he's jacked, he's adorable, he adores you, he loves you so much that it was so suffocating. He wants to be with you all of the time. He's your tail, your shadow, your heart. You can never leave him behind. He wouldn't even dream of it. In fact, he couldn't risk being separated from you. So, if you feel like you have just lost an arm and heard an agonizing inhumane crunch in the middle of the night, it's not a dream.
Leviathan's love is quiet. You two are usually more active at night. You two would read light novels and mangas, play games, watch playthroughs or maybe just casually geeking out about your interests. He's also absolutely supportive. All of your passions and interests, he picks it up because you enjoy them and he wants to enjoy it with you. You never felt out of place. He knows every piece of literature, even the ones you thought only you would know. 14 Days With You? The Kid at the Back? To My Darling? Crimson Gray? He knows it all— wait a minute....all those visual novels have something in common...perhaps, you have a type? You like those kinds of protagonists? You want the obsessed maniac who would love you until the end no matter what circumstances? You want them and not him? Is he not enough? Is he boring? Is he disappointing you? It can't be just a coincidence. It means something, right? He wants your love just like how you'd love those characters. He needs everything that they have that he doesn't have. He wants you to look at him and say that he's everything you ever wanted. He needs to learn everything you want and no one should ever top him. All he desires is to possess you and all of you.
Mammon's love is loud. He would never hide you away nor belittle you. You're his treasure that he adores very much. He would shout your name and his love on the top of his lungs. His possession is your possession as well. He would never in his entire lifetime ever disrespect you. You're his Gold, his model, his muse, and his sunshine. Anyone who dares to say or think otherwise can meet his fists. He could be in a room full of people exactly his type but all he sees is you in the door and he'll run to you at full speed. He would never be embarrassed about your relationship either even if you're a human and he's a highly ranked demon. You're his human. There was never a time that you'd question whether his love for you was real. All his actions, words, and thoughts are all towards you. You're the only star in his sky and he wouldn't dare to look at anything bright ever again just because it feels like cheating.
"...Mammon?" You called out after opening your eyes in an unfamiliar room. This wasn't his room nor yours. The room was filled with your favourite scent. It also seemed like anywhere you went, there's no exit. No doors, no windows, no panels, and most certainly no escape.
"Stay here. I don't want anyone thinking they have a chance with you..." His voice, warm but burning, whispered behind you. You turned to look at him, his eyes were distressed and chaotic. All you could see in his eyes were you.
"Mammon...what do you mean?" You foolishly asked even though you knew what he meant. You knew what you stepped into the moment you agreed to this relationship.
You gasped, his wings and horns were out like he was ready to fight anyone who'd dare to touch you, look at you, or even breathe the same air as you.
You nodded, feeling his frustration and loud thoughts. You hugged him and he sobbed to your shoulder. He would do anything to keep you to himself and himself only. Even if it means that you'd lose your sanity.
