#xeatherialx

[xeatherialx]

Obey me reaction to MC who has no problem showing affection

Request by @scr0lling4days0nend ^^

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✧.* - Lucifer nearly choked the first time you kissed his cheek in passing, humming cheerfully as though it were nothing. His composure cracked for just a moment, eyes widening before he schooled his features. “You’re… bold.” But the truth was, every little touch you gave him—hand on his arm, forehead against his shoulder—chipped away at his walls. He pretended to sigh whenever you hugged him out of nowhere, yet his hand always lingered at your back, steady and warm. When you laughed and told him you just liked showing affection, no matter the label, his lips curved into a rare, fond smile. “Then show it as much as you like. I’ll take all you’ll give.”

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✧.* - Mammon practically combusted the first time you laced your fingers with his, swinging your hands while you walked together like it was the most normal thing in the world. “W-wha—MC!! You can’t just—people will think—!” His sputtering only grew worse when you leaned against him casually, head resting on his shoulder, or pressed a quick kiss to his temple like it meant nothing. But the more you did it, the more addicted he became to your touch. “Ya can’t just do that and act like it ain’t a big deal,” he grumbled one night, face flaming red. But when you smiled up at him, his heart gave in. “…Tch. Fine. Just… don’t stop, okay?”

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✧.* - Satan raised a brow when you kissed his hand absentmindedly while reading beside him, then went right back to your book as if nothing happened. “You… do that often, don’t you?” he asked, voice tinged with amusement. He quickly realized affection for you was like breathing—completely natural. You hugged him as easily as you passed him a cup of tea, stroked his hair while he read, leaned into his shoulder with a fond sigh. And though he teased you at first, he began craving it, waiting for each small gesture with quiet anticipation. One evening, when you kissed his temple before bed, he smiled into his book. “Your love… it makes the world feel softer.”

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✧.* - Beel blinked in surprise the first time you fed him a bite of your food without hesitation, smiling warmly when he accepted. Then, you leaned your head on his shoulder mid-meal, humming softly as if it were second nature. “You… really like being close, don’t you?” His voice was gentle, touched with awe. Soon, your constant affection became something he treasured—your hugs soothed his hunger in a way food never could. Every hand squeeze, every forehead press, reminded him he wasn’t alone. One day, when you kissed his cheek after a workout, he smiled shyly. “You give love so easily… it makes me feel full in the best way.”

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✧.* - Belphie raised a brow when you climbed onto his lap without hesitation, curling against him as though you belonged there. “You’re awfully clingy,” he teased, though his smirk softened when you only hummed happily, arms tight around him. At first, he thought you were messing with him—but then he realized, no, this was just how you loved. Every forehead kiss, every sleepy hug, was genuine. It made his chest ache in a way he couldn’t put into words. So he stopped teasing and simply pulled you closer whenever you came. “If you’re gonna love so recklessly,” he murmured one night as you dozed against him, “then let me be greedy. Stay right here with me.”

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✧.* - Levi nearly had a heart attack when you climbed into his beanbag uninvited, curling up right against him mid-anime marathon. “M-MC?! Th-that’s—th-that’s way too close!” His entire face turned crimson when you wrapped your arms around him like a plushie, humming happily, as though it wasn’t romantic at all. At first, he couldn’t process it—why would anyone want to be that close to him? But your natural warmth, your sincerity, slowly sank in. Eventually, he stopped pulling away, letting you drape over him as you pleased. “You’re like… like Ruri-chan when she loves everyone,” he muttered shyly. Then, quieter: “Don’t ever stop loving me like this. Please.”

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✧.* - Asmo gasped dramatically when you tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Darling! You’re spoiling me!” He absolutely adored every hug, every kiss, every casual brush of your hand against his. At first, he saw it as affirmation of his charm—but then he realized it wasn’t about him being irresistible. It was simply who you were: a person who loved with abandon. That realization made his heart ache in the sweetest way. “You don’t even realize how dangerous this is, do you?” he murmured one night, holding you close. “Because now… I’ll never let you go.”

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✧.* - Simeon’s heart warmed instantly when you hugged him out of nowhere during a quiet walk, your smile soft and radiant. “Oh, MC… you love so freely.” He saw every casual kiss to his cheek, every hand you held, as a reflection of your pure heart. It reminded him of the Father’s love—boundless, without condition. Every gesture only deepened the tenderness he felt for you. One evening, when you rested your head against his shoulder, he placed a hand over yours gently. “Your love is a blessing. To receive it, no matter the form, is something I’ll cherish forever.”

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✧.* - Solomon chuckled the first time you casually kissed his hand mid-conversation, as if it were the most natural thing. “Careful, MC… gestures like that could be mistaken for love.” But when you only laughed and did it again, he realized you truly meant it as simple affection—and it made him melt. He wasn’t used to unconditional love; it disarmed him. Soon, he started leaning into your casual touches, brushing your hair back just so he could feel the warmth of your hand when you fixed it again. “You don’t even realize how dangerous you are to me,” he murmured one night with a rare softness. “I think you’ve already bewitched me.”

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✧.* - Diavolo was stunned the first time you hugged him in front of the entire council chamber, smiling warmly as though it were nothing. “MC… you’re so unafraid.” His deep laugh followed, genuine and touched. No one treated him this way—not as a prince, not as a ruler, but simply as a man. Every time you held his hand or pressed a casual kiss to his cheek, his heart soared. He adored your fearlessness, your openness. One evening, when you flung your arms around him without hesitation, he held you close, almost too tightly. “Never change, MC. Your love is the greatest gift I’ve ever received.”

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✧.* - Barbatos almost dropped a teacup the first time you kissed his cheek after thanking him for his service, your smile innocent but glowing. “MC… that was… unexpected.” Yet the soft warmth that bloomed in his chest stayed long after. He grew used to the way you brushed your hand against his, tugged lightly at his sleeve, or leaned against him while he baked. Though reserved, he found himself looking forward to your every little gesture, secretly cherishing them. Once, when you hugged him from behind while he cooked, he murmured quietly, “Your affection is boundless… and I find myself hoping it will never end.”

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✧.* - Mephisto nearly choked on his tea the first time you kissed his cheek in the middle of a heated debate. “MC! Are you mocking me?!” But when you only smiled, he realized you weren’t teasing—you were simply being you. Every casual gesture infuriated and flustered him in equal measure. He’d bark at you to stop, but secretly long for the next time you’d take his hand or lean against him mid-conversation. One day, after you hugged him tightly, he froze… then sighed, relenting. “…You’re insufferable. But damn it, don’t stop.”

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✧.* - Luke sputtered the first time you ruffled his hair affectionately, scowling as his cheeks burned. “MC! I’m not a kid!” But when you only laughed and kept showing affection, he secretly basked in it. Though he’d never admit it out loud, he craved that warmth—it reminded him of family, of safety. Every time you patted his head, his heart felt lighter. Eventually, he started leaning into your touches, though still grumbling. “…Fine. But only you’re allowed, okay? Don’t tell the others.”

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✧.* - Raphael blinked when you casually hugged him from behind while he was polishing his spear. “MC… that is not wise.” His tone was serious, but the faintest flush betrayed him. He wasn’t used to casual affection, yet he found himself unable to resist it when it came from you. Your kisses, your hand squeezes, your cheerful hugs—each one chipped away at his stoicism. One day, when you linked your arm through his, he murmured softly, almost reluctantly, “Your heart is… overwhelming. But… I think I need it.”

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✧.* - Thirteen raised a brow when you hugged her tightly after she returned from reaping, her scythe still in hand. “You’re awfully touchy for someone who knows what I do.” But when you only grinned and pressed a kiss to her temple, she laughed—loud, startled, and real. She wasn’t used to love without hesitation, and it shook her in ways she couldn’t explain. Still, she secretly adored every hug, every cheek kiss, every tug at her sleeve. One night, when you linked your pinky with hers, she smirked, voice softer than usual. “If you’re gonna give your love so easily… don’t be surprised if I keep it all to myself.”

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[xeatherialx]

Obey me reaction to MC crying in a middle of an argument

Request by @floydleechliker ^^

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✧.* - The argument had been sharp, words cutting like knives between you both, when suddenly your voice cracked and tears welled in your eyes. The sight shattered Lucifer’s composure—he went utterly still, guilt flashing across his features as his own anger dissolved. “MC…” His voice was quiet, almost broken, as he stepped toward you. The proud, unshakable Lucifer Diavolo’s right hand—was lost at the sight of your trembling shoulders. He carefully brushed a tear from your cheek, his fingertips lingering with uncharacteristic tenderness. “No more fighting. I don’t care about who’s right, I care about you.” Pulling you against his chest, he held you firmly, protectively. His voice, low and warm against your hair, softened into a vow: “Cry if you must, but let me be the one to catch every tear. You’ll never face this alone.”

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✧.* - Your tears fell mid-yell, catching both of you off guard. Mammon’s eyes widened, the color draining from his face as guilt slammed into him harder than any punishment Lucifer had ever dealt. “MC—wait, no, don’t cry!” His voice cracked, panicked as he rushed toward you, hands flailing before they finally settled clumsily on your shoulders. “I didn’t mean it—I swear I didn’t! You know I’m an idiot, right? I say dumb stuff, but I don’t ever wanna hurt you.” His heart pounded so hard it hurt, and without another word, he pulled you into his chest, wrapping himself around you tightly like a shield. “Please don’t cry… I can’t take it.” His voice softened, breaking with sincerity. “You’re the most important person in my life. I’d rather lose every Grimm I own than see you like this. So yell at me, hit me, anything—just don’t cry because of me, yeah?”

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✧.* - The sharp edge of Satan’s anger dulled to nothing the second your voice cracked and tears slid down your cheeks. His green eyes widened, a look of pure regret flickering across his face as the fight bled out of him instantly. “MC…” His voice dropped, softer than silk, his chest aching at what he’d caused. He stepped forward, cautious, as though afraid his very presence might break you further. “I shouldn’t have raised my voice.” His fingers brushed against your cheek, tender and trembling with guilt, wiping your tears away. “I hate myself when I lose control like that.” Carefully, he drew you into his arms, his embrace gentle but desperate to soothe. His lips pressed against your hair as he whispered, “You’re my peace, MC. I can’t stand being the reason you’re in pain. Please… let me make it right.”

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✧.* - Beel’s voice had been raised, a rare flare of frustration—but when he saw your tears, everything inside him crumbled. His expression turned stricken, like your sadness physically hurt him. “MC…” His voice cracked, heavy with guilt, and he immediately closed the distance, pulling you into his strong arms. He held you tight against his chest, protective warmth enveloping you. “I’m so sorry. I never want to be the reason you cry.” His large hand rubbed your back in slow, comforting circles as his lips pressed against your temple. “You mean more to me than any fight we could have.” He rocked you gently, his heartbeat steady against your ear, grounding you. “I’d rather starve for a century than ever see you in pain. Please, forgive me.”

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✧.* - Belphie froze as soon as your sobs filled the room, his anger collapsing into something raw and aching. “…You’re crying?” His voice trembled, guilt pooling heavy in his chest. His sharp tongue, usually quick with a comeback, was gone—replaced by quiet desperation. He stepped closer slowly, hands brushing away your tears with a tenderness that betrayed how much he hated himself in that moment. “I pushed too hard. I always push too hard.” His usual walls crumbled, his expression open and vulnerable as he pulled you into his arms. Resting his forehead against yours, his voice dropped to a whisper. “I hate fighting with you. I hate making you cry even more.” His arms tightened around you, holding you as if afraid you’d slip away. “Stay with me… let’s just sleep this off together. I don’t want to let go.”

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✧.* - Levi’s rant was spiraling, his insecurities twisting into anger, when suddenly you broke into tears. His throat closed up instantly, and his hands froze mid-gesture as horror swept over him. “MC? Y-you’re… crying?!” He stared like he’d broken his most precious figurine, his heart dropping into his stomach. “I’m such a stupid, gross otaku… I didn’t mean to—oh no, no, no…” His words tumbled in a panic as he crouched down in front of you, too scared to touch you without permission, eyes glistening. “Please, don’t waste your tears on me. I’m not worth it.” But when you kept sobbing, he couldn’t stop himself—hesitantly, trembling, he wrapped his arms around you. “Forget the fight. You’re the only one I’d ever want in my party, MC… don’t ever think otherwise.”

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✧.* - The moment tears fell from your eyes, Asmo’s world shattered. His hands flew to your face instantly, horror flashing across his features. “Darling… no, no, please don’t cry.” The argument was forgotten in an instant—nothing could ever be more important than comforting you. He peppered your cheeks with soft kisses, chasing the tears away as his own eyes grew misty. “You’re too beautiful for sadness. Especially if it’s because of me.” Pulling you tightly into his embrace, he stroked your hair gently, his voice breaking with sincerity. “I love you more than any victory in a fight. I’d let you win every argument for the rest of eternity if it meant you’d smile again.” He held you close, whispering like a prayer against your ear. “You’re my everything. Please… let me love you back into joy.”

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[xeatherialx]

Obey me reaction to MC who love language is biting

Request by @obviouslynika ^^, hope you like it! I already had it done but forgot to post it 🥲

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✧.* - The first time you bit his shoulder, Lucifer froze mid-paperwork, staring down at you like you’d lost your mind. You just smiled innocently, teeth still on his arm, and he sighed in defeat. “MC… care to explain why you’re gnawing on me?” he asked, exasperated but secretly amused. Over time, he learned this was just your strange way of showing affection, and though he pretends to be annoyed, he always gives in—offering his arm with a low chuckle, “Fine. But don’t leave marks where Diavolo might see.”

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✧.* - Mammon yelped so loudly when you first bit his arm that everyone thought something serious had happened. He turned red all the way to his ears as you clung to him like it was the most natural thing in the world, muttering excuses until you explained it was just your “love language.” From then on, he pretended to hate it, whining every time you sank your teeth into his shoulder, but the truth was, he started waiting for it. If too long passed without a bite, he’d poke at you nervously, “Oi, human… don’t ya got somethin’ to do? Like, uh… bite me already!”

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✧.* - Satan looked up from his book in surprise when you leaned over and bit his arm without warning. His brow arched, but there was a fond smile tugging at his lips as he asked calmly, “That’s… an unusual way of showing affection, MC.” When you explained, his chuckle was soft and indulgent, and he let you settle against him. He grew so used to your little bites that he started teasing you, presenting his hand or shoulder with a sly smirk. “Go on, kitten. You’ll only get more restless if I don’t let you.”

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✧.* - Beel barely reacted the first time you bit his arm—he just blinked down at you mid-sandwich and asked earnestly, “Are you hungry too?” He was quick to share half his food, thinking your nibble was a hint, but when you explained, he smiled softly, cheeks warm. To him, your bites felt comforting, almost like an affectionate nudge, so he never minded. Sometimes, he even flexed his arm and offered it out to you with a quiet chuckle. “Here… this part’s strong enough. Go ahead.”

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✧.* - Belphie was dozing on the couch when you bit his arm out of nowhere, making him groan and crack one eye open. “…MC, are you seriously chewing on me right now?” he muttered, though the faint smile tugging at his lips betrayed his amusement. When you explained, he snorted and let you stay curled up against him, pretending it was a nuisance even as he secretly loved it. Before long, he started offering his arm before you even asked, his voice lazy and teasing. “Here. Bite me already so I can go back to sleep.”

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✧.* - Levi nearly dropped his controller the first time you climbed onto his lap and bit his shoulder in the middle of a boss fight. His character instantly died, and he squeaked louder than the game audio, stammering, “Wh-why are you biting me?! Is this like… some romance flag thing from an otome game?!” His whole face burned when you explained it was just how you showed affection, but from then on, he secretly adored it. Eventually, when you sat beside him for an anime marathon, he shyly nudged his arm toward you with a mumble, “J-just don’t do it mid-battle next time, okay?”

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✧.* - Asmo gasped dramatically when you bit into his shoulder one morning, clutching at his shirt as though scandalized. “Darling! Are you trying to leave bite marks on my perfect skin?!” he cried, though his eyes sparkled with amusement. When you pouted and explained, he absolutely melted, finding it the cutest thing ever. Soon, he turned it into a game, happily offering different spots like they were a menu. “Shoulder, arm, or neck today, sweetheart? I’ll even call them your bite-kisses.” And honestly, he adored showing off the little indentations you sometimes left.

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[xeatherialx]

Obey me headcanons with a MC who seems pretty mean/judgemental but is actually really sweet and shy once they get comfortable with someone (Brother's Edition)

Request by @obviouslynika ^^

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✧.* - The first time Lucifer met MC, he assumed they were sizing everyone up with their sharp stares and unimpressed expressions. He didn’t mind—it actually reminded him of himself a little. Still, he thought they were cold.

✧.* - Over time, though, he noticed little cracks in the armor. When he complimented their work, they stammered out a “thank you” and flushed red. When Diavolo praised them publicly, they ducked their head, clearly embarrassed.

✧.* - That’s when he realized: they weren’t judgmental—they were shy. Lucifer finds this duality incredibly endearing. He doesn’t tease openly, but he’ll smirk whenever MC’s sweet side slips out, keeping it like a precious secret only he’s allowed to see.

✧.* - And if anyone dares to call MC mean or scary? He’ll cut them down with one sharp glare and say,

“You don’t know them like I do.”

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✧.* - Poor Mammon nearly had a heart attack when he first met MC. Every time they side-eyed him, he thought, oh no, they’re onto me! He swore they hated his guts.

✧.* - But then… he caught them nervously fidgeting after thanking him for helping with something. Their voice was small, shy, almost like they weren’t used to showing gratitude. And suddenly Mammon’s entire brain short-circuited.

✧.* - From then on, he became obsessed with getting more of those soft moments out of them. He’ll purposely go out of his way to “help” just to earn their shy smiles or quiet thanks.

✧.* - He brags constantly about it, too:

“Heh, you think MC’s scary? Nahhh, they’re just shy! They’re super sweet with me, though. Guess I’m special.”

✧.* - Truthfully, Mammon melts every time MC reveals their softness. He loves the contrast—it makes his heart pound in a way he can’t explain.

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✧.* - Satan originally pegged MC as judgmental. Their sharp eyes and constant scowls reminded him of someone silently grading everyone in the room. He was intrigued, but cautious.

✧.* - The first time he saw their mask slip, though, was when they carefully petted a stray cat in the garden, whispering encouragement like it was the most fragile thing in the world. His heart softened instantly.

✧.* - From then on, Satan made it his mission to gently draw out that side of them. He’d strike up thoughtful conversations, share books he knew they’d love, and quietly watch their walls fall away.

✧.* - He loves the contrast—how they look intimidating to others, but become bashful and sweet once comfortable. It’s like discovering a secret story within a book that only he gets to read.

✧.* - Satan will sometimes tease,

“Your glare could kill, but your heart is softer than any novel ending I’ve read.” But behind the joke, he means every word.

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✧.* - Beel didn’t assume MC was mean—he just thought they were always hungry or tired because of how serious they looked.

✧.* - But then one day, MC shyly offered him half of their dessert without being asked. Their face was flushed, their eyes downcast, as if embarrassed by the gesture. Beel’s chest warmed instantly.

✧.* - From that point on, he understood. MC wasn’t mean at all—they were just shy, unsure of how to show kindness until they trusted someone.

✧.* - Beel treasures every little act of sweetness from them. He relates to being misjudged himself—people think he’s scary because of his size, when he’s really gentle.

✧.* - Sitting together quietly while he eats becomes their thing. He knows their presence is affectionate, even if they don’t have the words to say it.

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✧.* - Belphie found MC’s “scary” face funny at first. He thought they were just unimpressed with everything, which honestly amused him. “Finally, someone who doesn’t fawn over everything.”

✧.* - But when he realized they were just shy—maybe after seeing them hide their face when flustered—he was intrigued. The fact that they trusted him enough to reveal that softness made him secretly very happy.

✧.* - He’ll tease them mercilessly:

“You look like you hate the whole world, but deep down you’re softer than a pillow.”

✧.* - Despite the teasing, Belphie is protective of their shy side. If anyone dares to say MC is mean, he’ll glare back on their behalf, making sure people back off.

✧.* - At the end of the day, he loves napping near them—not because they’re intimidating, but because their hidden sweetness makes him feel safe.

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✧.* - Levi was terrified of MC at first. Every side-eye felt like a judgment, every scowl like they were calling him a disgusting shut-in. He avoided them as much as possible, convinced they thought he was the worst.

✧.* - But then one day, MC shyly admitted they liked one of the same anime he loved. Their voice was soft, hesitant, like they were afraid of being laughed at. Levi froze, then lit up brighter than his monitors.

✧.* - That was the moment he realized: the scary looks were just a shield. Inside, they were just as awkward and sweet as him.

✧.* - From then on, Levi adored their “tsundere vibes.” He even gushes online about having an “SSR-tier rare character” who looks intimidating but is actually pure and kind inside.

✧.* - Whenever anyone misunderstands MC, Levi defends them fiercely:

“Y-you don’t get it! MC’s not scary, they’re… they’re amazing!”

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✧.* - Oh, Asmo was convinced MC was critiquing him every time they gave him side-eye. He’d pout, “Darling, if you’re going to stare, at least tell me what you’re thinking!”

✧.* - But when he finally saw MC blushing and fumbling over a compliment—maybe calling him “pretty” in the tiniest, shyest voice—he nearly squealed with delight.

✧.* - From then on, he became obsessed with their duality.

“You look so scary to others, but you’re just a sweet, shy little thing with me~ It’s too cute!”

✧.* - He encourages them to embrace their soft side, showering them with reassurance and praise until they feel comfortable showing it more often.

✧.* - Asmo loves that he gets to see a side of MC that the world misses. To him, it’s intimate, special, and utterly irresistible.

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[xeatherialx]

Obey me reaction to MC who's incredibly clingy when they get comfortable with someone

Request by @obviouslynika ^^

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✧.* - At first, Lucifer pretended it didn’t faze him when you followed him everywhere, tugging lightly on his sleeve and sneaking into his office chair whenever he left it. But he noticed. Oh, he noticed. His prideful heart swelled every time you clung to his side, your warmth grounding him even as he worked. He’d sigh dramatically when you draped yourself across his lap mid-meeting, but his hand always found its way to your hair, stroking gently. “You’re hopeless,” he’d murmur, lips twitching in a rare smile. Later, when you finally drifted off still glued to him, he allowed himself to whisper the truth: “Stay as close as you want. I’ll never push you away.”

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✧.* - Mammon squawked the first time he realized you were literally tailing him through RAD’s halls like a puppy. “Oi! Quit followin’ me around, people’ll get the wrong idea!” But when you grabbed his arm with both hands, refusing to let go, his face flamed scarlet. Every touch, every nuzzle against his shoulder made his heart race, though he’d grumble and huff about it constantly. In truth, he loved it—Mammon thrived under the weight of your affection. “Tch, fine,” he muttered when you latched onto him again. “But don’t blame me when ya can’t let go. ‘Cause once you’re mine, I’m never lettin’ you outta my sight either.”

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✧.* - Satan tried to act annoyed when you followed him around the library, curling into his side while he read, but your persistence melted through his walls faster than any book ever could. Every time you tugged on his sleeve or rested your head against his shoulder, he felt the anger inside him quiet, soothed by your touch. “You’re insufferably clingy,” he teased one afternoon, but his smirk softened when you only held tighter. Soon, he was reaching for your hand first, pulling you close with subtle affection. “If staying by my side makes you feel safe,” he admitted one night, tucking you under his chin, “then don’t let go. I’ll never complain again.”

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✧.* - Beel blinked the first time you clung to his arm at the dinner table, refusing to let go even as he reached for more food. “MC… you’re still holding on?” His voice was soft, not annoyed, and he simply shifted so you’d be more comfortable against him. Every time you trailed after him, his protective instincts kicked in harder—you wanted him close, and he wanted to keep you safe. He even started saving a seat just for you, patting his lap when none were free. “Stay by me,” he murmured during a late-night snack, his hand resting on yours. “I like it better when you’re close. It feels… right.”

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✧.* - Belphie smirked the first time you followed him all the way to the attic, curling up against him like you belonged there. “Clingy, aren’t you?” he teased, but he didn’t push you away—in fact, he tugged you closer. The more you stuck to his side, the more his smirk softened into a lazy, fond smile. He found himself holding your hand on his own, wrapping his tail around you when you fell asleep pressed against him. “I guess you’re stuck with me,” he murmured one afternoon, eyes drifting shut as you nestled into his chest. “But that’s fine. I kinda like being the one you won’t let go of.”

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✧.* - Levi nearly short-circuited when you plopped down in his gaming chair and refused to budge, clinging to his arm while he tried to raid. “W-why are you—like—glued to me?!” His ears burned red as you snuggled closer, refusing to move even when he flailed helplessly. Deep down, though, it made his chest ache in the best way—someone wanted to be near him. Always. Eventually, he started making space beside him at his desk, putting out a blanket for when you inevitably curled up there. “I-It’s not like I like it or anything,” he muttered, covering his smile with his sleeve. But when you dozed off against his shoulder, he whispered softly: “Don’t leave me. Ever.”

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✧.* - Asmo practically glowed the first time you clung to him like a koala, refusing to let go of his arm even while he applied moisturizer. “Ohhh, MC, you’re just adorable! You can’t live without me, can you?” He loved every second of your attention, showering you with kisses and preening under the affection. But beneath the playful teasing, his heart thumped with something warmer—something real. He stroked your hair whenever you pressed close, smiling softly when you leaned into his touch. “You know,” he whispered once, cuddling you close in bed, “I think I might be just as addicted to you as you are to me.”

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[xeatherialx]

How the obey me characters would cuddle with you? (Brother's Edition)

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✧.* - He’s not big on public cuddling, but in private? Lucifer melts.

✧.* - He prefers you in his arms, resting against his chest while he strokes your hair or rubs soothing circles on your back.

✧.* - Even in sleep, his hold tightens if you shift, like he’s afraid of letting go.

✧.* - He stays awake longer just to admire you, whispering things he’d never say out loud in the day.

✧.* - If you stir awake, he’ll murmur low promises that lull you right back to sleep.

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✧.* - A clingy cuddler, though he’ll never admit it.

✧.* - Loves being the little spoon because it makes him feel safe, but he’ll loudly claim he’s the big spoon. (Spoiler: he wiggles around until you hold him.)

✧.* - Sometimes he kicks his legs, so you have to reel him in, but once he settles, he nuzzles into your neck like a puppy.

✧.* - He grumbles “don’t tell anyone” when he falls asleep drooling on you.

✧.* - Even in sleep, he mutters your name like a mantra.

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✧.* - Loves peaceful, bookish cuddles: you lying on his chest while he reads out loud, one hand absentmindedly stroking your hair.

✧.* - He’s warm and steady, the kind of cuddler that makes you feel grounded and safe.

✧.* - If you fall asleep, he stays completely still, even if it means holding a book in one position for hours.

✧.* - Finds quiet comfort in your breathing syncing with his own.

✧.* - He bookmarks the memory of your sleepy smile in his heart forever.

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✧.* - His cuddles feel like being wrapped in a giant, warm blanket. He’s big, solid, and impossibly comforting.

✧.* - Loves when you rest on his chest while he eats snacks—it feels cozy and domestic.

✧.* - He absentmindedly rubs circles on your back or rests his chin on your head.

✧.* - Snores softly sometimes, but his warmth makes it impossible not to drift off with him.

✧.* - Dreamy or awake, he always keeps you tucked safely against him.

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✧.* - Professional cuddler—his favorite activity in life is napping curled around you.

✧.* - Always the little spoon if he can help it, because he loves feeling cocooned and protected.

✧.* - Clings onto you like a koala, legs tangled, arms tight, refusing to let go even if you wriggle.

✧.* - Mumbles sleepy, vulnerable confessions into your shirt as he drifts off, things he’d never say awake.

✧.* - His soft snores always fall in sync with your heartbeat, like a lullaby.

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✧.* - He’s awkward at first—blushing madly, muttering about how this feels “like a romance anime trope.”

✧.* - Loves cuddling while gaming or watching anime: you tucked against him, his tail wrapped around you protectively.

✧.* - He prefers side cuddles—him leaning into you or you leaning into him—because it feels casual and cozy.

✧.* - If you fall asleep first, Levi pauses his game just to admire you, face glowing with secret joy.

✧.* - Sometimes he whispers “don’t leave me” so softly he hopes you don’t hear.

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✧.* - The most dramatic and affectionate cuddler—he loves tangling up completely with you, arms, legs, everything.

✧.* - He insists on skincare cuddles too, like face masks together while lying in bed.

✧.* - Loves being face-to-face so he can watch your expressions, kiss your nose, or trace your features gently.

✧.* - Whines if you try to get up: “Nooo, stay with me, you’re too cute to let go~!”

✧.* - He falls asleep smiling, because holding you feels like pure love.

[xeatherialx]

Headcanons of the obey me brothers to a MC who is often in their own world, looking sad and tired but is actually really sweet and attentive with the right person

Request by @condessophiaisa ^^

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✧.* - Lucifer assumed at first that your serious, melancholic face was just another layer of human fragility—something he’d seen countless times before. But then he began to notice the subtleties: how your silence wasn’t cold, but thoughtful. You always seemed to be watching, quietly attentive, stepping in to help in small ways that others overlooked. When he came back late one night and found tea already waiting for him on his desk, your expression as calm as ever, something in his chest stirred. He pretends to tease you about your constant scowl, but he treasures every soft smile you let slip, because they’re rare and real. Sitting in silence with you becomes one of his greatest comforts. “You don’t need to say much,” he tells you once, voice low. “I already know how deeply you care.”

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✧.* - Mammon was convinced at first that you hated him. Every time you looked at him with that serious, tired face, he swore you were judging him for messing up again. He’d fumble and bark back, defensive as always. But then one day, you quietly pushed a plate of food toward him when he hadn’t eaten, or slipped him a small compliment when he was doubting himself—and his whole world tilted. You weren’t cold. You weren’t harsh. You were just… quiet. Reserved. Sweet in ways that caught him off guard. Mammon finds himself craving your subtle attention, noticing every time your melancholic expression softens just for him. He brags to his brothers about how you “obviously like him best,” even though all you did was give him the gentlest smile. At night, when you’re nearby, he mutters to himself, “Man… ya really got me bad.”

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✧.* - Satan has read every expression in the world through books, but yours fascinated him. That melancholic, thoughtful face—it carried weight, but not cruelty. At first, he thought you were hiding some tragic secret, but then he caught the way you bent down to help a stranger in the street, or how your hand lingered just a little longer when you offered comfort. You’re reserved, yes, but there’s tenderness in your restraint. Satan begins to seek you out during quiet evenings, pretending he wants to read near you, when in reality, he’s memorizing the subtle shifts of your expression. The first time you laugh softly at one of his dry remarks, he feels like he’s uncovered a hidden treasure. “You’re like a secret garden,” he admits one evening, voice low. “Quiet and closed to most… but worth everything to those who find the way in.”

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✧.* - Beel was drawn to you instinctively. Maybe it was your quiet presence, or maybe it was the way your sad, thoughtful face made him want to shield you. At first, he didn’t say much, just shared food with you in silence, and that seemed enough. But then he began to notice how attentive you were—you always remembered his appetite, always checked if he’d eaten properly, always looked at him with quiet concern instead of judgment. That meant more to him than words ever could. Beel never pushes you to talk; he’s content to sit beside you, shoulders touching, sharing snacks. But when you finally gift him with a small smile, his chest feels like it might burst. “You’re really special,” he says gently, almost reverently. “Even if the whole world misunderstands you, I won’t.”

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✧.* - Belphie recognized the sadness in your expression right away—it mirrored his own in too many ways. At first, he teased you lazily, “You always look like you’re about to cry or nap,” but behind the jokes, he felt an odd connection. Your quietness didn’t push him away; it soothed him. He noticed how you’d pull a blanket over him when he drifted off, or stay close without expecting anything in return. That kind of sweetness, hidden behind your melancholic mask, made him feel safe in a way he hadn’t expected. He grows possessive of your quiet attention, craving it more and more. Curling up beside you, he murmurs half-asleep, “Don’t go anywhere… you’re the only one who gets me.” And when you answer with a soft smile, he drifts off with a rare sense of peace.

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✧.* - Levi had every reason to believe you didn’t like him—after all, people often dismissed him, and your serious, thoughtful silence only seemed to confirm it. He avoided your gaze at first, not wanting to see what he thought was disapproval. But then… you listened. Really listened. When he rambled about an anime for hours, your head tilted ever so slightly, and your expression—though serious—held patience, even curiosity. You didn’t mock him, didn’t interrupt. That alone made his heart pound. He began inviting you to his room more and more, not for words, but for presence. You’d sit quietly beside him as he gamed, offering soft encouragement when he got frustrated. And when you finally smiled at him, small but true, he flushed red all the way to his ears. “Y-you’re like some kind of… rare SSR drop,” he whispered, awed.

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✧.* - Asmo was horrified at first—“Darling, you can’t go around looking so serious! It’ll ruin your complexion!”—but the more time he spent with you, the more he realized your quiet melancholy wasn’t indifference. It was thoughtfulness. You noticed the small things—when his smile faltered after a long day, when he wore bright colors to hide tired eyes. And instead of bombarding him with noise, you’d simply offer a gentle word, a steady look, or the softest of smiles. To Asmo, that attention is intoxicating. You become “his little mystery,” the one who gives their heart in the quietest ways. He loves to draw you out of your shell, coaxing laughter and warmth from behind your solemn mask. And when you finally let him see the sweetness you hold back from others, he presses a kiss to your cheek and whispers, “I’ll treasure every piece of you—even the ones you keep hidden.”

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[xeatherialx]

How the Obey Me Brothers would react to an MC who can hold their own in a fight

Request by @thelunarmonarch ꈍ◡ꈍ

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✧.* -Lucifer rarely meets someone who challenges his authority, but when you stand your ground, refusing to yield, he feels both frustration and admiration. His eyes narrow, his voice sharp, but every counter you throw only sharpens his interest. You don’t falter under his piercing gaze, and the tension crackles between you like fire waiting to ignite. Finally, a small smirk tugs at his lips as he folds his arms. “You won’t back down, will you?” he murmurs, almost proud. He leans in close, his voice dropping. “Good. I wouldn’t want someone weak at my side.” Even though you argued, his respect for you deepens. Later that night, he catches himself smiling, remembering the fire in your eyes.

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✧.* - Mammon’s voice rises quickly, words tumbling out in a rush as he tries to talk over you. But you match him beat for beat, your tone steady, refusing to let him drown you out. His eyes widen when you throw his own logic back at him, and for once, he’s speechless. He huffs, turning away dramatically, cheeks pink. “Tch, ya just gotta be stubborn, huh?” But there’s no anger in his tone—only pride glinting through. Later, when he cools down, he mutters under his breath, “Ya know… I like it when ya don’t let me win.” He’d never admit it, but part of him lives for your fire.

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✧.* - Satan welcomes the challenge with a gleam in his eyes. When you fire back at his sharp words, he only smiles wider, leaning into the battle like it’s a game he’s been waiting to play. The two of you exchange blows of wit and reason, the tension mounting with each retort. Most people buckle under his tongue, but you? You thrive. When the argument finally dies down, he leans back in his chair, laughter spilling from him. “You’re dangerous,” he says softly, eyes burning with admiration. “And I’ve never wanted to keep someone like this before.” Later, he finds himself replaying every word just to savor the memory.

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✧.* - Arguments with Beel are rare, but when they happen, the room shakes with the force of both your wills. He stands firm, his broad shoulders tense, his voice quiet but unyielding. You don’t back down either, meeting him with fire in your eyes, and his chest tightens at the sight. For a moment, frustration flickers—but so does pride. “You’re not afraid of me,” he realizes softly, almost in awe. When the storm passes, he gently sets a hand on your shoulder. “I respect that… and I’ll always listen, even if we fight.” Later, he brings you food, a quiet olive branch that says more than words.

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✧.* - Belphie pushes buttons for fun, poking at you until you bite back—but he doesn’t expect you to fight this hard. His grin widens the more stubborn you become, his words growing lazier yet sharper. You don’t yield, not once, and that makes his pulse quicken with something that isn’t just irritation. He flops back on the couch, laughter bubbling from him. “Finally,” he sighs, “someone who won’t just let me win by default.” He tugs you down beside him, eyes glittering with mischief. “You’re worth losing sleep for.” And for the first time in a while, he drifts off smiling, satisfied by your fire.

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✧.* - The moment you push back in an argument, Levi freezes, his mouth opening and closing like he’s lagging behind. But then, something clicks—his eyes light up, and suddenly you’re sparring like rival characters in one of his beloved anime. You refuse to give an inch, and he stutters, flails, but comes right back at you, more alive than usual. “Y-you think you can out-argue me? Just wait—I’ll prove I’m the protagonist here!” Even when you win, he slumps back, flustered and red. “Ugh… fine. You’re like… the ultimate boss fight. And I don’t even mind losing.” Later, he scribbles about you in his journal, calling you his “final boss crush.”

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✧.* - Asmo gasps dramatically when you argue back, but instead of shrinking, you push forward, voice steady and defiant. His pout deepens, but the sparkle in his eyes betrays his excitement. “Darling, you can’t just scowl at me like that! ” he cries, but when you throw your words like fire, he laughs. It’s not cruel—it’s delighted. He leans close, lips brushing your ear, voice smooth as silk. “You’re stunning when you’re fierce,” he whispers. Even when the fight is over, he refuses to let you go, clinging to you like your fire only makes him love you more. The next day, he brags to everyone about your “adorable temper.”

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