#imagine saying “babe hold my phone rq” and then a tail just wraps around it like lmfao

[justalittleficsideblog]

Hii

I really liked your post on a few of the Obey me! boys' reaction to reader touching their wings, so I'd like to request a similar one, but with reactions to the reader asking to see/touch the boys' tails (I'm especially curious for Barb and Levi)

Tysm, have a nice day!

ooo anon! Thank you sm for this, I hope barb and levi's parts are what you hoped for. I only did these two since I hope to do the other's another time. thank you for your request!!

MC with Barbatos and Levi, Can I See Your Tail?

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Levi

You had first taken a notice to it when he was raging at his game or show. He was arguably the most common to switch into his demon form when he was frustrated, so you had picked up on when his tail would pop out.

At first, you had just watched it swish swish swish back and forth like an irritated cat. When he calmed down, it would disappear.

Fast forward to the present, in a fairly intense scene with a show you had both been yelling at the TV, you didn’t fail to notice the long slender tail popping out from underneath the blankets.

He was lying on his stomach, his head in his hands as he unknowingly held his tail in the air, the scaly tip of it dangling down in an arc.

“Can you believe they added that?! What kind of director adds those sorts of—”

You had zoned out when his tail began flicking over towards you, tickling the top of your head as he fanned it side to side. You had never been one to absentmindedly touch something without thinking. You weren’t sure if it was because his incessant swishing had put you in a trance or what, but the way it was moving alongside his actions made you a bit more curious.

“Hey Levi? Can I see your tail?” you interrupted his rambling, causing him to whip his head towards you, all interest in the show lost.

“W-what are you talking about?” he fidgeted, his tail suddenly curling downwards, closer to his body.

“I don’t think I’ve ever gotten an up close look at it, it seems kind of expressive.” You shrugged, moving to grab a chip from the bags in front of you.

Suddenly, the tail was in front of you, raising the tip as though it had a mind of its own, peering up at you. You noticed the ombre affect of the scales when they reflected the blue light of his room.

Without thinking, you reached out to touch it, gently dragging a finger along the side of it as you cradled it in both of your hands.

“H-Hey!” his tail twitched, trying to wiggle out of your grasp. “I didn’t say you could touch it!”

Quickly releasing it, you add “I’m sorry! I didn’t realize it was sensitive.”

“I wouldn’t say that…” he mumbled, the tail now burying itself into the blanket.

With your curiosity sated, you turned back towards the show, picking at the popcorn in front of you. Levi, now flustered at your actions, decided to be a bit brave.

You felt a lock of your hair get pushed behind your ear. Turning in surprise, you felt the tail brush along the side of your face before working its way into your hair, parting your hair in weird ways and flopping it over your eyes.

You both laughed at the action.

You noticed that throughout the rest of the night, his tail remained out sneaking touches and wrapping around your form to nudge you closer into him

Barbatos

It wasn’t common that you saw barb’s tail. It wasn’t that it was rare, really. It was more that he was really good at hiding it and being out of sight, which was something he was very skilled at in general.

Deciding to take it upon yourself to catch a glimpse of his tail up close, you had managed to get yourself to help him with chores.

When you reached out, he was skeptical at first. But he was fairly used to your antics by now, so he offered that you both work on making some dishes for the young lord.

“MC, you’re getting flour all over the floor.”

You huffed, moving to grab the broom to add the flour to the ever-growing pile that now rested in the corner of the kitchen.

Barbatos chuckled softly, you had been working hard all day. From helping him organize materials, cleaning out the halls, and now to cooking with him. He was enjoying the quality time, but he assumed you were going through all of this effort for something. He just couldn’t figure out what.

 “MC,” he offered politely. “Was there a particular reason for your… visit today?”

You shot up, eyes wide. “Not at all! I was just hoping we could spend some quality time together.”

He rolled his eyes, “Although I commend your efforts, I find it hard to believe that your idea of quality time involves catching rats and sweeping halls.”

Well… he had you there. So what if you wanted to catch a glimpse of his tail? The idea had stuck into your head and now you were just so curious about seeing it you realize you might’ve went overboard.

You sigh, chest falling as you place the handle of the broom against the countertop.

“This is going to sounds really weird, but I was honestly hoping to catch a glimpse of your tail.”

His brows furrowed. “I’m not sure I understand. You decided to do chores with me in hoping my tail might be seen?”

“Ok well when you put it like that it seems kinda stupid, but yeah.” Your face was burning from embarrassment, and you tucked your chin in to avoid looking at him. It sounded kinda creepy, but you hadn’t meant anything weird by it, honest! You were still so fascinated by how everyone’s demon forms were so unique that you—

Two (sorta slimey) slender tendrils caressed either side of your chin, gently bringing your head up to meet his gaze.

“You honestly could’ve just asked,” he smiled, tending to the dough in front of him.

You, however, were reeling from the texture of his tail on your skin. Prying the tips from your chin, you maneuvered his tail so that your hand was gently holding it, sort of like the snakes you saw being held on those nature documentaries in the human realm.

You took notice of the color change towards the base of his tail. Without thinking, you trailed your fingertips from the top towards the middle of the tail, feeling the difference in texture as the color shifted.

Barbatos shivered, and just like that, his tail was gone.

“Sorry,” you rubbed the back of your head. “Did that feel weird?”

“Not… weird,” he scrunched his nose. “It’s just that not many beings have dared to come close enough to touch it.”

You giggled at that, “Well thank you! And I promise I’ll still help you finish the cooking.”

Barbatos watched as you effortlessly swapped back to working. He was not one to easily be flustered, but he felt… off. His heartbeat was uncharacteristically fast, and his tailed coiled around his leg, the place where you had touched felt oddly sensitive.

From then on whenever you came around or spent time with him, he made sure his tail was present. From gently tugging on your attire for attention or to stabilize you when you tripped. You never mentioned it, but you could’ve sworn that it hovered behind yourself when you walked with him.

Barbatos swears there’s no meaning behind it, but you notice he smiles behind his hand when he turns away.