Obey Me! Cast - Glomping
Request: How do you think the obm boys would react to a expressive MC that likes to jump/glomp them in joy/fear/etc? 💖 a/n: Glomping? Haven't heard that term in years. I had so much fun writing this, thanks for sending it in, maybe I'll have to do the unstable and royals too. Words: 2.5k
𝔏𝔲𝔠𝔦𝔣𝔢𝔯:
The first time it happens, he’s genuinely caught off guard
Early on in your stay at the House of Lamentation you learned first hand how destructive Beel could be if one of his prized puddings or snacks disappeared from the fridge, as soon as his loud growl shook the walls you turned heel and booked it down the hall, and as soon as Lucifer was in sight, no doubt to rope in the common, was when you jumped.
“Lucifer! Help! Something’s going on in the kitchen!” You rush out, inching closer to his face with each word in urgency, legs locked firmly around his waist while your arms were locked securely around his neck, oblivious tot he way the corner of his mouth and brow twitched
Needless to say an ominous purple aura filled the hallway while he smiled uncannily, promptly getting you to scurry away as Lucifer inched slowly towards you. The scolding thereafter only scared you away for a few weeks.
Over time he gets more used to it, but you’ve opted to only do it when no one else was around for the sake of the Pride avatar (and the sake of the household)
“MC.” He sighs wearily the time you glomped his back while he poured over paperwork in his room. “We’ve talked about this.” Although his chastising is contradicts the small circles into your arm he thinks you’re unaware of
Lucifer had been scarce lately. Between his duties on student council and with Lord Diavolo you had only seen flashes of him during the day, but you could see the toll it was taking on him. With quieted footsteps, you enter his room, something the brothers wouldn’t dare to do. Through the cracked door you can see him, his back turned away pouring a glass of late night demonus next to a stack of old paperwork. “Stop sneaking. Just come in” He said without turning his back. You deflated in defeat, thinking you were being sneaky. Oh well, you think, before running and jumping. GLOMP. You land on his back and he huffs at the contact. “Hi.” You teased. “MC” he sighed wearily. “We’ve talked about this.” Despite his words he made an attempt to move you, instead he brought his hand up to clasp your wrist, silently enjoying the warmth.
𝔐𝔞𝔪𝔪𝔬𝔫:
Oh man
Man is COOKED
WELL DONE
He’s a mess, tripping over his words, screeching out words faster than his brain can produce
“JUST WHADDYA THINK YER DOIN’ HUMAN?!”
He tries to hide his fluster with a firm scolding, something something about how it’s dangerous for a weak little human to just go jumping on demons, scoffing to the side to try to hide the heat he’s wearing on his face
But the second he sees you doing it to one of his brothers? NOT on his watch.
“Whaddya doin?! Get off her!” “She jumped on ME, idiot.” “MC get off him!”
He pulls you to a corner, rubbing at his neck nervously and unable to meet your eye. He had planned to tell you that you can only do that to HIM cause HE was your first (pact– that is, although he always omits that part) but as soon as he starts, he gt’s too embarrassed and ultimately mutters a “nevermind– damn.” and pouts in his room the rest of the night.
He sees you coming? Best believe he’s shoving his brothers out of the way so you glomp him
He gets real shameless with it too, at first he makes excuses: “Hey– thats my Grimm on the ground– oh MC! Ah~” but then later will just straight up hold his arms out with a big dopey smile waiting for his prize. (Too bad Asmo got to you first)
In hindsight, it was hilarious. As if it happened in slow motion, the second your feet left the ground time slowed, you watched Mammon's dopey grin spread as wide as his arms preparing to catch you, the other faces all souring, and just before contact, Asmos soft skin came into view. His hand landing on Mammon’s face and pushing it away, his cheeks and lips jutting out and following behind as he fell to the ground; Asmo catching you and squealing in delight. But Mammon had left to lick his wounds, and that saddened you. So after dinner (one which Mammon had skipped) you snuck off to his room, gently knocking as not to alert anyone.
“Mammon,” You whisper. “Let me in, please.” And you have to bite a laugh at his expression when the door swings open. He sighs. “Whaddya want, MC?” There it is, he won’t look at you. You answer his question with a smile, arms spread open wide and squatting low as if to warn him, when he catches on he perks up immediately. GLOMP. His arms wrap around you quickly and shut the door, moving quickly to sit on the couch with you in tow. “Haha. Missed me that much huh? Don’t worry, there’s plenty of the Great Mammon to go around!”
𝔏𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫:
Very similar to Mammon, minus the faux bravado, and dialed up to 10
He screamed. Actually. Everyone thought Asmo had broke another nail
Then he ran away, with you still attached to his waist
Unfortunately, since he was covering his face in shame– and therefore his eyes, he ran into a wall, knocking you both over, and he ended up on top of you. As soon as he came to his senses, and saw you nose to nose with his own, his face turned an even brighter shade of red, hiding the streak of blood that ran out of his nose, before he stumbled back up and locked himself in his room for 2 weeks.
It took a lot of coaxing at his door, both in reassurance and new manga and video games to lure him out, followed by a 30 minute lament of “I probably felt so gross, why would you ever hug a loser like me, a pathetic shut in, you probably think I’m so weird aaaahhhhh!’
As the relationship progresses, and you spend late night gaming sessions with him in the safety of his room, he lets you win so you get so excited you’ll do it again. He blushes hard every time, trying to cover his mouth with the back of his hand, and when you notice this and try to give him space, you feel his long tail coil around your legs.
He won’t dare look at you, and you won’t dare mention it, but you’ll gladly stay curled up to him as you start another round.
You couldn’t help it. He just looked so cute, standing there and rambling about the lore on the newest TSL novel. His fists balled in passion, eyes glossy with earnesty. The cuteness overload was too much, and before you know it your feet carried you to him, jumping high and fast, landing on his side, arms locked around his neck while your legs locked around his waist. “Oooooo, Levichan you’re just so cute, stop!!” You squealed as you rubbed your face against his, metaphorical pink hearts flying around. Levi.exe short circuited and he paused as his face got redder and redder, fingers twitching and heart stopping. “AAAAHHHHHH!!” He screamed while running away, taking you with him, a cacophony of cackling from his brothers fading slowly away. “Oh man, he’s gonna take weeks to recover!!” Mammon huffs while wiping the salty tears from his eyes. “I got it on camera!! Look at how cute they are~~” Asmo fawns as he looks at his phone camera roll.”
𝔄𝔰𝔪𝔬𝔡𝔢𝔬𝔲𝔰:
Lol
YOU’RE cooked
You would gladly throw yourself onto the Avatar of Lust? Willingly? Do all humans so easily step foot into a trap gleefully?
Asmo squeals in glee, his body writhing at the contact
Absolutely cops a feel, several feels in fact. Nuzzles into your neck and sniffs your hair and his fingers press into your sides
It takes several of the brothers to pry him off of you
He’s got a very unapologetic smile and big glossy eyes as he tosses you a wink and blows a kiss
Definitely tries to recreate the scene multiple times a day. “Ooohhh~~ I'm out in the open I sure hope MC isn’t around~~ Oooh my back is so exposed right now~~ <3 “
This was bad. Bad, bad, bad, there wasn’t enough time to stop you. The brothers watched it happen in slow motion; your earnest gaze and bright smile, hair swishing around with the movement, and Asmo’s predatory gaze, eyes darkening with lust, licking his lips and wiggling in excitement as he waits for his prey. If there was a real-life soundtrack to the scene, Ave Maria would be playing as each brother spread out, tripping over heels and breaking glass in a vain attempt to stop you. But it was too late. As quick as you landed, Asmodeous gripped you iron tight, his manicured hands squished and rubbed any place they could, his face nuzzing into the crook of your neck, your body jolting at the tickled pinch to your bottom. “Oooooh~ MC~ You little minx~” Asmo delights, freely roaming the expanse of your clothed body. “Mmmmm you have such a nice build, why don’t we take a bath? I’ll wash you, dearest.” He continues as the brothers scream and fight while they attempt to pry you off. “If you’re good and don’t squirm too much, I’ll reward you~” He whispered in your ear.
𝔖𝔞𝔱𝔞𝔫:
Many brothers warned you about Satan, especially when they discovered your little habit of throwing yourself onto them at any given moment
Satan was the last to be glomped for this reason
However, one day when you passed your RAD exams, with his help, you couldn’t help but burst into his room, he was pouring over old books floating about his room, abruptly turning around at the intrusion, ready to claw at the intruder, but quickly changing his tune when he saw it was you
GLOMP - you stick to him like a koala, telling your tale about how you passed every exam with flying colors, before realizing what you’ve done
“Are you bonding with me?” He smiles fondly down at you and pets your hair. “You’re like a little kitty” he observes and squeezes you tight
He will get embarrassed if you do it around others, telling you to get off him without making a move to remove you from himself
“SATAN~” You shriek with glee, landing on his chest and locking your legs into place, your hands coming around his neck to pull his face closer, as if you’re going to whisper a secret to him. “I did it! I passed everything, all thanks to your help! At first I thought I was gonna fail- for sure, but thanks to you I knew everything! I was even the third person to finish!!” Every word brings him closer, until he’s nose to nose. The closeness reminds you of all the warnings, and you have a feeling you’re going to be in it deep now. A bead of sweat rolls down your temple, but as you're about to carefully let yourself down, you feel Satan's hands hold you in place. “Are you- are we bonding?” He inquires with hopeful eyes. The once sharp angular features of the Wrath Avatar melt away into soft smiles and blushed cheeks. “Ivve read about this, cats do this. You’re so-” he closed his eyes to take a breath and stow his overflowing emotions. “You’re just so cute!” he all but shouts at you, petting your hair and laughing with joy.
𝔅𝔢𝔢𝔷𝔩𝔢𝔟𝔲𝔟:
Absolute unit of a demon hardly notices
To glomp the massive wall of meat is like trying to glomp Mt. Everest
Its not that he’s so focused on food, its that he’s just so much muscle. One would notice a fly land on them
The first time he looks over his shoulder, in the middle of his snack. “Oh, hey MC.” He says with a blank expression before wordlessly feeding you a piece of his snack.
He’s confused, but chalks it up to something humans must do, he doesn’t mind at all
He will just continue about his day, walking around without like youre a backpack, at least- until your arms get tired and you drop off
When he sees you running at him he’ll make sure to squat down a bit so you don’t hurt yourself trying to jump up, extending his arms out to catch and secure your legs around his waist, then going about his day with you attached
The other brothers do not take kindly to this lmfao but don’t challenge him
“Beel! There you are!.” Your voice puls his attention away from the saddened empty contents of the fridge. Calmly, he angles himself toward you, squatting low with arms out to catch you. As soon as you make your landing he stands to his full height, bringing a large hand under your thigh to secure it around his waist and then moving both hands under your bottom to take the stress away from your muscles, instead lending his strength to hold you up. “I missed you!” You admit, securing your arms around his neck. He smiles sweetly, telling you he missed you as well. The sound of his stomach reverberates throughout the kitchen, feeling the rumble against your core. “Sorry…” He looks away apologetically. But you know better, your tongue sticks out in focus as you root around in your jacket pocket, presenting a fresh bag of snacks for him with a sweet smile. You hand feed him while he hums contentedly, praising you for being the best. You begin to sway as he walks, turning heel down the hall. “Where are we going?” You inquire. He offers a bright smile, “To my room.”
𝔅𝔢𝔩𝔭𝔥𝔞𝔤𝔬𝔯:
“You’re heavy” He mutters. Makes no move to get you off
Often gets knocked over by the glomps, not because you’re heavy or strong, but because this demon is simply too tired to keep himself up (plus that ends up getting you to lay atop him while he dozes off)
Eventually stopped carrying his pillow around because he’ll just use you hen you glomp him, using his rare energy and strength to promptly pluck you off and maneuver you into his side and fall asleep. Good luck trying to get him off
Beel usually has to come to the rescue
“Oof.” Belphie coughs at the unexpected pressure on his back. “...You’re heavy.”“Wake up sleepyhead!” You chirp in his ear. “...no.” is all he provides before you feel an unexpectedly strong grip pull you from his back and maneuver you in such a way that made you a brand new, shiny flesh pillow. You stare at the ceiling (when did you end up on the ground?) as soft snores tickle your ear. Oh, he was out. Any attempts to wriggle out of his grasp were in vain. “Yeah, sure, I’m the heavy one” You mutter out into space, laying and staring at the ceiling while thinking about your life choices.