#obey me yandere leviathan x reader

[ironicallyyn]

The accuracy-!?

[my-names-angel-but-im-not-one]

Petty mc #4

*everyone playing the guessing game in HOL*

MC: alright guys guess who am I?

Everyone: okay!

MC: *starts to slouch* ""yeah Lilith died because of God , now I'll never forgive humans , even though they have nothing to do with it!!"" *Starts to fake strangle themselves*

Everyone:

MC: alright guess now that was a pretty good acting !

Belphie: *sweating* I don't like this game anymore.....

[mystictimemachinedream]

Irrevocably Yours

a/n: I always wanted to make a yandere x yandere fic. I feel like it didn't come off as dark as it could have been lmao.

Cw: Yandere x Yandere(which means usual talks about killing, love potions, confinement, etc), Yandere!Levi, Yandere!MC(but you're trying to do better), Double Penetration, Rough Sex, Levi having two dicks, some dub-con(there's protests at first but MC actually wants him), Fem!MC, kinda ooc.

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It was becoming too much—how you felt, the way your emotions churned inside you like a storm you couldn’t control. You were trying so hard not to give in to your usual behavior, to be normal, to keep it together. But the obsessive thoughts, the relentless impulse to take, to control, to own, were beginning to creep up, growing stronger with each passing day.

You’d managed to keep that side of yourself under wraps—relatively speaking—by focusing on anything and everything else. You buried yourself in distractions, anything to keep your mind off the darker urges. That was why you avoided relationships, why you pushed away any romantic feelings.

But that wasn’t enough anymore, because you were in love. Completely and utterly in love. The target of your affection was Leviathan, the shy, awkward, but endearing otaku. You hadn’t meant for it to happen; you’d kept your walls tall and unyielding, only offering detached friendship to the demon, just like you did with his brothers. But somehow, that detached friendship had morphed into an actual friendship.

You reasoned with yourself that it was okay to have a friend, as long as it didn’t become more. Friendship was harmless, right? You could handle that.

Wrong.

You quickly went from being just another normie to becoming his Henry, and with that came a shift you hadn’t anticipated. He started dragging you into his room more often, refusing to let you leave with those big, sad eyes and that lovely blush on his face. He’d ask you to stay just a bit longer, his voice tinged with a plea you found impossible to resist. Maybe your mistake was relenting so often, convincing yourself that you were doing it for the sake of your friendship, feeding into the denial that you weren’t crossing a line.

It was during one of those many nights spent gaming together that the truth hit you—like a bucket of ice-cold water. You were infatuated with him. The realization came when you found yourself wondering how you could keep him isolated, how you could ensure that no one else could be around him but you. The thought startled you, made you question everything. You were trying to be good, to do better. You couldn’t possibly be infatuated. That wasn’t you, not anymore. So you decided you needed to distance yourself from him, just a bit, so you could get over whatever it was you were feeling. It should have been easy, right?

Wrong again.

You didn’t anticipate Leviathan’s persistence. You thought of him as too shy, too easily flustered to chase after anyone, least of all you. But he never gave up. He whined in your ear, his voice desperate and needy, tugging on your clothes like a child afraid of being left alone. He even went as far as staying in your room with you, refusing to leave your side. It was so out of character, so unlike the Leviathan you thought you knew, that it rendered you speechless every single time. (And maybe, just maybe, another mistake you made was not paying closer attention to the hidden obsession lurking in his eyes, the way they darkened with something deeper, something more dangerous.)

Seeing such persistence warmed your heart, though. It showed you that he was willing to fight for you, to keep you close no matter what. Infatuation quickly turned into love—so completely in love. But just because you were in love didn’t necessarily mean it had to be obsessive or controlling, right? It could be a pure love, right?

Completely and utterly wrong. (And you wondered, in those rare moments of clarity, was anything you decided ever the right choice?)

The thoughts about being the only one around him consumed you. The maddening jealousy you felt when you heard him talk to his friends online, the burning urge to destroy all of his Ruri-chan merchandise—because how dare he love anything else but you?!—the overwhelming need to check all his electronics to make sure there was no one else… it all started to eat away at you.

All you could think of was him: Leviathan, Leviathan, Leviathan.

But still, you tried. You tried your best to fight it, because you were trying to do better. To be good. You wanted to love him in a pure, wholesome way. You didn’t want your love to be so obsessive, so twisted. But it was getting harder and harder to suppress the urges. (But were you really even trying hard enough, or were you just kidding yourself?)

It took all your willpower not to give in, but even with that, there were small things you did without his knowledge—like taking articles of his clothing, savoring the way they smelled of him. You took harmless peeks here and there at his computer and even his phone (and it wasn’t like he made it hard to figure out his passwords when he put it in right in front of you). Occasionally, you’d discourage him from going outside, convincing him it was safer, better to stay in. But it was all harmless, at least that’s what you wanted to believe, because at least you hadn’t snuck in a love potion to make him yours. (Not yet, at least.)

Still, you knew deep down that you couldn’t continue like this. The thought of hurting Leviathan twisted your heart—but you would, without hesitation, if he ever so much as looked at someone else. HE WAS YOURS. The intensity of your love for him made it clear that you needed to try again to put some distance between you, even if it meant spending time with one of his brothers instead. (It was almost laughable how desperate they were for your attention.)

That decision is what led you to your current predicament. It was your fault, yes, but your intentions were pure—at least, that’s what you told yourself. (Or was it that you were just too afraid to surrender completely?)

“I can’t,” you repeated firmly, holding your ground as you rejected Leviathan’s invitation to hang out. “I have plans with Beel.”

“P-Plans?” he echoed, his voice thick with disbelief, as though the word itself was foreign to him. His tone softened into a desperate plea. “Come on, it’ll be fun. Beel will understand if you cancel.”

The way he looked at you—so sweet, so hopeful—almost broke your resolve. But you knew you had to stay strong. “I already said I can’t. I’ll hang out with you afterwards.”

With one last, fleeting glance in his direction, you turned and walked away. If you had only looked back, you would have seen the dark, ominous scowl that had settled on his face.

When you returned from your outing with Beelzebub, who was sweet but unbearably boring, you found yourself debating whether to go see Leviathan. But you decided against it, reminding yourself of the need to maintain your distance, no matter how much it hurt. You clung to that conviction even as you ignored the constant stream of message notifications chiming from your D.D.D while you got ready for bed.

And maybe—just maybe—if you hadn’t been so completely lost in sleep, you would have noticed Leviathan standing silently at the foot of your bed, his demon form fully revealed, with slitted, orange-glowing eyes fixed intently on your figure.

This pattern continued for an entire week. You spent time with one brother after another, each day rejecting Leviathan’s invitations with an ache in your heart. But then, something strange started happening. Random pieces of your clothing—mostly your panties—began to disappear. Objects like your notebooks, chapstick, hair ties, and even pillows vanished without a trace. By that point, you knew it wasn’t just your imagination.

It made you want to scream. Someone actually had the audacity to take your things—and how dare they covet you when you belonged to Levi! The thought burned in your mind, making it nearly impossible to focus as Satan tried to engage you in conversation at the cat café. The soft meows and gentle purring of the cats around you did nothing to soothe the growing anger bubbling inside. Every time you saw a playful swish of a tail or felt a soft nuzzle, your thoughts drifted back to the house, to the annoyance you were going to have to deal with. You knew you’d have to investigate more thoroughly the moment you returned.

Once the two of you finally arrived back at the house, you were on a mission. Barely muttering a goodbye to Satan, you made a beeline for your room, your heart pounding with anticipation. The hallways blurred as you stormed through them, your mind solely focused on getting answers, to check and see if anything else went missing. Reaching your door, you flung it open with a force that made the hinges creak. But the sight that greeted you stopped you in your tracks.

Leviathan was sitting on your bed, his posture casual yet somehow possessive, as if he owned not just the bed but the entire space around him. His presence filled the room, and for a moment, you faltered, the anger you had felt earlier mixing with surprise and something else you couldn’t quite name (was it excitement?). You closed the door behind you, the click of the latch sounding louder than it should have in the stillness.

“Levi?” you questioned, your voice wavering slightly. The intensity of his gaze when he finally looked up at you made your breath catch. His usually soft and shy demeanor was replaced with something far more focused, almost predatory.

“Did you have fun with Satan?” he asked bluntly, his voice low and steady. The stillness of his figure, the way he didn’t move a muscle, made you instantly cautious. It was like he was waiting for something—for a slip, a crack in your composure.

“I did,” you lied easily, though the words tasted bitter on your tongue. The truth was, you had hated every second of your time with Satan, and it wasn’t just because of him. You loathed going out with any of Leviathan’s brothers.

Leviathan tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing as he observed you. It felt like he could see right through your lie, peeling back layers to uncover the truth you were trying to hide. The intensity of his scrutiny almost made you shiver. But then, as quickly as the tension had arisen, it dissipated. Leviathan looked away, his fingers beginning to fidget with his D.D.D. The shift in his demeanor was almost surreal.

“W-would you like to come to my room? We haven’t s-spent time together,” he asked, his voice softer now, almost hesitant. When he looked at you again, his eyes were no longer sharp and probing but soft and vulnerable.

You hesitated, weighing your options. It should be fine to go with him this one time. You told yourself you’d make it quick—just a few minutes in his room, and then you’d leave. The sudden foreboding feeling you had should had deterred you yet you chose to ignore it (or maybe you just didn’t want to see the signs right in front of you).

“Sure.” A word that sealed your fate.

As you walked with him through the dimly lit hallway, the anxiety grew stronger, tightening its grip on your chest with every step. Leviathan was close enough that you could feel the occasional brush of his arm against yours, and each touch sent a jolt through your body, heightening your unease. The closer you got to his room, the heavier the air felt, as if the walls themselves were closing in on you. You wondered if you would be able to bolt if things spiraled out of control, your mind already calculating the distance to the door and the speed you’d need to escape.

When you both stood in front of his door, the tension in the air was palpable, a suffocating presence that made your skin crawl. It was almost ominous when he opened the door and gestured for you to step inside, the sound of the door creaking open like a warning you were too stubborn to heed. As you walked in, your eyes darted around the room, searching for anything out of place, but everything looked the same. His usual setup, the familiar clutter of manga and figurines… So why were you feeling like th—oh.

Your breath caught in your throat as your gaze landed on his desk. Those were your items scattered across it, some new things that you hadn’t even realized were missing yet. And there, in his tub, nestled among his many sheets and body pillows, were your clothes, panties and pillows, arranged almost reverently.

You stood there, paralyzed by shock, even as you heard the door close behind you, the sound of the lock sliding into place echoing loudly in your ears.

“Levi, that’s… my stuff, my clothes,” you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper, but you knew he heard you. He was standing so close behind you now that you could feel the heat of his body radiating against your back, making you shiver involuntarily.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” he asked, his voice low and eerily calm, completely ignoring your statement as if it were irrelevant. His breath tickled your ear, sending another shiver down your spine.

This wasn’t what you expected. Leviathan wasn’t supposed to be like you, caught in the same struggle, battling the same obsession. The thought made your heart race. That wasn’t good—you didn’t want to be pulled further into obsession, into depravity. You wanted to be normal, to be better, to be good. You chanted those words to yourself like a prayer, a desperate attempt to cling to sanity, even as you finally turned to look at him.

He was looking at you with an intensity that made your breath hitch, his eyes locked onto yours as if you were the only thing that existed in his world.

But you couldn’t give in. You were determined to have a wholesome, pure romance with him. You had to resist, had to keep things from spiraling out of control.

“Don’t make me ask you again,” he growled, his voice dropping an octave as he grabbed your chin with a firm hand, his hold almost bruising in its intensity (and his aggressiveness shouldn’t have been so arousing to you).

“Things were getting too… intense. I just wanted a bit of space so things could mellow down between us,” you answered hesitantly, your words stumbling over themselves as you tried to make him understand. But even as you spoke, you could feel the flimsiness of your excuse, the way it barely held together under the weight of the truth.

“Intense?” He grinned, a smile that was more a baring of teeth than anything else, with an almost maniacal edge to it. His eyes gleamed with a knowing light, as if he could see right through you, as if he knew all the things you’d done behind his back, all the secrets you thought you’d kept hidden.

But you stubbornly kept your mouth shut. You could do this—you could talk him down, make him see reason. You would keep your distance and regain control (liar, liar, liar. All you did was lie).

“I know you want me. At first, I couldn’t believe it because why would you want me? But then, you started taking some of my clothes.” He looked deeply pleased as he let go of your chin, bending down to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck. His breath was warm against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine as he spoke. “I could even feel your envy, your jealousy when I’d game with my friends or when I gave too much attention to anything else that wasn’t you.”

You sucked in a breath as he slowly nipped at your neck, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that sent a jolt of sensation through your body, heat pooling in your core despite yourself.

“I thought things were going well,” he paused, his voice darkening as he continued, “but then you started spending time with my brothers. You were ignoring my messages and invitations to come to my room.” As those words left his lips, the nipping grew harsher until he bit down on your neck deep enough to leave a mark but not enough to draw blood. The sudden sharp pain made you yelp and squirm in his grasp, but his hold was unrelenting.

He snarled at your attempts to break free, the sound vibrating against your skin, and you froze again, your body betraying you as a wave of desire crashed over you. You wanted to give in so badly—you wanted him to be yours. You wanted to be his. This side of him was so unexpected but definitely not unwelcome.

“I need you to explain yourself. Now.” His grip tightened as he fisted his hand in your hair and yanked it back harshly, forcing you to meet his gaze.

You licked your lips, trying to steady your breathing. “Levi, this just isn’t… healthy. I’m trying to do better.”

He scoffed, as if your answer was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard. “We want to be with each other. Does anything else matter?”

His words were tempting, far too tempting. But you wanted your love to last, to be built on a solid foundation (but really, you were just a fucking coward).

“It does matter. How about you let me go back to my room so we can think about this?” you suggested, your voice trembling slightly. The grip on your hair tightened, pulling at your scalp, and you winced in pain (but you wanted him to be even more aggressive, to show you how much he loved you).

“You, better than anyone, should know that you aren’t going anywhere. If I have to tie you up, then I will.” He released your hair with a sudden force and pushed you down onto the floor. The impact was harsh, and you barely managed to catch yourself with your hands before your head could hit the hard surface. He stood over you, a blank expression on his face as he watched you struggle to steady yourself.

“L-Levi, just calm down. We can talk about this,” you pleaded softly, your voice trembling as he dropped to his knees, caging you in his arms against the cold, hard floor. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, mingling with the coolness of the floor beneath you. If he kept pushing, you knew you would give in.

“For someone who wants me just as badly, you’re protesting too much.” His voice was low, dangerously calm, as he leaned his forehead against yours. His breath ghosted over your lips. “But don’t worry, I’ll fuck the fight out of you. And if that doesn’t work, well, I don’t mind using other methods if it means keeping you with me.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn’t help the way your body reacted. Heat pooled between your thighs, your panties already soaked through. You almost moaned at the sheer threat in his voice, and you wondered just how much rougher he’d get if you kept resisting. Would he lose control entirely? (You hoped he would.)

“Levi, please. We can’t,” you whined weakly, your resolve wavering as his lips brushed against yours. You somehow managed to turn your head away, but the gesture felt futile. The air around you shifted as he pulled back, his energy darkening. When you glanced up at him, his demon form was already out—scales glistening under the dim light, coral horns out, his tail swaying predatorily, and his glowing orange eyes fixated on you with an intensity that made your breath hitch.

“Fine, I guess we’ll do this the hard way,” he growled in your ear. The words sent your mind spiraling, and before you could fully process what was happening, everything became a blur of heat and sensation.

You gasped, eyes widening as his hand slid under your skirt with purpose, fingers expertly finding your soaked core. He moaned—a deep, guttural sound that sent a thrill through your body—when he felt how wet you were even through the thin fabric of your panties. It was the only confirmation he needed, the last bit of proof that you truly wanted him, needed him, despite your feeble protests.

With a heated urgency, his hands tore away your panties and skirt, ripping through the delicate fabric like it was nothing. Your shirt and bra followed, shredded under his impatient touch, leaving your skin exposed to the cool air and his hungry gaze. He didn’t waste a second, pulling you into a smoldering kiss that was all heat and desperation. Just like that, your resolve shattered, crumbling beneath the weight of your desire. You returned the kiss with equal fervor because you wanted—no, you needed—him so badly it ached.

He smirked against your lips when he felt you go pliant in his arms, the tension leaving your body as you surrendered to him. His mouth broke away from yours, only to descend upon your chest, his hot breath trailing over your skin as he left a path of bruising bite marks in his wake. Each nip sent a jolt of pleasure-pain through you, drawing breathless moans from your lips.

Your hands tangled in his hair, tugging him closer as he zeroed in on one of your nipples, his mouth hot and eager. He sucked on the small nub, his tongue swirling around it before his teeth grazed the sensitive flesh, sending sparks of pleasure straight to your core. Meanwhile, his thick fingers pumped into your wet, warm cunt—two at first, then three, and finally four, stretching you open with a pace that was fast and merciless. The sensation was overwhelming, the roughness almost too much to bear, but you craved it. You needed more.

He didn’t give you a moment to adjust, didn’t let you catch your breath as he fucked you with his fingers, driving them in deep with each thrust. His thumb found your swollen clit, rubbing tight, desperate circles that had you crying out, your body arching off the floor. The pleasure was intense, almost unbearable, but you loved it.

You hugged him closer, your whines and pleas for more filling the room, mingling with the sounds of your slick arousal as his fingers moved in and out of you with relentless speed. He was going to make you cum already, and you hadn’t even gotten started. His mouth finally released your nipple, leaving it glistening with his saliva, and he pulled you into an almost desperate kiss, his tongue plunging into your mouth as he curled his fingers just right inside you.

Your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, crashing over you with a force that left you breathless. You cried out, the sound muffled by his mouth, and your cunt clenched around his fingers, gushing wetness all over his hand. He didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, riding you through your orgasm as if he wanted to wring every last drop of pleasure from you.

It was all so rough, so fast, but it felt so right, like this was exactly how it was meant to be. You could only watch with half-lidded eyes, your breath coming in short gasps, as he finally pulled his fingers out of your throbbing cunt. Your juices coated his hand and he brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean with a look of pure satisfaction.

But he wasn’t done. Not even close.

He leaned back, his glowing eyes never leaving yours as he reached for his zipper. The sound of it being pulled down was almost deafening in the silence that followed. He didn’t bother fully undressing, only tugging his jeans down just enough to free his cock—no, cocks. He had two of them, thick and throbbing with need.

Your mouth watered at the sight of him, and your cunt clenched on nothing as you imagined the sensation of him fucking you open on those thick, pulsating cocks. The mere thought made you shiver. You spread your legs wider, a silent plea, an open invitation that had him settling between them eagerly.

“This messy cunt belongs to me,” Leviathan rasped, his voice low and gravelly, as he rubbed both of his cocks against the slick folds of your cunt. The friction sent a jolt of pleasure through you, making you gasp as he gathered the wetness on the heads of his cocks, teasing your entrance with slow, deliberate movements. “You belong to me. I need you to remember that because I will kill anyone you so much as look at for too long. I don’t even want you leaving my room at all.”

You mewled softly at his words, the sound escaping your lips involuntarily, and you knew in that moment that there was no going back. You couldn’t deny it anymore—couldn’t even pretend to care how twisted your love had become, how unhealthy it likely was. All that mattered was that he was finally yours, and you would do anything to keep him that way.

“Do you understand?” Leviathan’s tone was harsh as he gripped both of his cocks firmly, positioning them at your entrance. He pushed forward slowly, just the tips breaching your slick, swollen folds. The stretch was intense, borderline painful, but the pleasure that accompanied it was undeniable. A high-pitched moan tore from your throat as your eyes became teary at the sensation.

“Levi!” you whined, desperation lacing your voice as you attempted to roll your hips down, to pull more of him inside. But his tail coiled around your waist, holding you firmly in place.

“I asked you a question. Do you understand?” Leviathan remained still, his gaze dark with lust, waiting for your answer. When you didn’t respond quickly enough, his hand moved to your breast, fingers tugging one of your nipples harshly. The sting made you gasp, a mixture of pain and pleasure that sent a jolt straight to your core. “Or are you so cock-drunk already that you can’t even answer me?”

“I—I understand,” you panted, finally finding your voice. You reached up, your hand tangling in his hair as you yanked him down, bringing his face closer to yours. “But that also means you belong to me. I will kill you and myself if you ever try to leave me.”

“Fuck,” he cursed, and you felt his cocks twitch at your words. His lips crashed into yours in a sloppy, heated kiss, all teeth and tongue, as if he was trying to devour you whole. The kiss broke only when he pulled back to latch onto the side of your neck that was still unmarked, his teeth grazing your skin before sinking in, marking you with more bruises that would be visible for days. And then, with a snap of his hips, he thrust both cocks fully inside you.

The stretch was overwhelming, the sensation of being so utterly full making you sob with pleasure. He didn’t give you time to adjust, his pace punishing as he pounded into you, each thrust harder and faster than the last. It was as if he were releasing all the pent-up anger from the week you had avoided him, taking out his frustration on your body. But you welcomed it, craved it even. You’d always loved the bite of pain with your pleasure, always been a bit of a masochist for it.

Moans mixed with cries of pleasure, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. It was loud, lewd, and unmistakable, and you knew anyone within earshot would know exactly what was happening. But the thought only fueled your desire for him, making you arch against him, desperate to take him even deeper.

You felt another orgasm building, coiling tight in your core as one of Leviathan’s cocks hit your sweet spot with each thrust, while the blunt tip of the other bumped against your cervix, making you see stars. The sensations were overwhelming, your mind going hazy as you babbled incoherently, slurred pleas and moans spilling from your lips.

Leviathan’s eyes were glued to your face, watching every expression, every reaction. The sight of you—completely fucked out, cock-drunk and lost in pleasure—sent a surge of smug satisfaction through him. He moaned loudly, the sound almost desperate as he lifted your legs, pressing your knees against your chest, and somehow, impossibly, drove even deeper inside you.

You wailed as another orgasm tore through you, your cunt clenching and throbbing around him, the pleasure almost too intense to bear. He whined at the sensation, his own pace faltering as he neared his release. With a final, forceful thrust, he buried himself deep inside you and came, his hot seed flooding your cunt. The feeling of him filling you, marking you from the inside out, made you moan weakly.

He panted heavily as he finally stopped cumming, his breath ragged as he slowly pulled out, even as you whimpered from the overstimulation. Cum leaked from your thoroughly used cunt, trailing down to your ass as he admired the state he’d left you in.

For a moment, he just looked at you—as if memorizing every mark, every bruise, every inch of you that he’d claimed. Then, with surprising gentleness and a now adorable flush on his face, he picked you up, holding you close to his chest. He carried you to his tub and he climbed in, laying down with you on top of him, his arms wrapped securely around you as he pulled a soft sheet over both of you.

You snuggled closer against his chest, your eyes fluttering shut as exhaustion washed over you. The romance between you two was never going to be pure, never going to be simple. It was twisted, dark, and even dangerous—but it was real. You belonged to each other, and that was enough.

You would do anything to keep him because Leviathan was finally yours. And really, this was the best outcome you could have hoped for. Now, you didn’t have to go through with your darker plans of somehow knocking him out and trapping him somewhere. You only hoped he took you seriously about never leaving, because you truly would kill him if he tried. He belonged to you, after all.

[inlovewithl3vi]

Another post on how MC pretty much has Stockholm syndrome and how it would be useful for Yandere obey me characters-

They basically wouldn’t have to do much work. I mean if the MC already somehow likes their new life despite being kidnapped, they can just act like their behavior is normal.

For example if Mammon had his crows watching you 24/7. Is this normal? Absolutely not. His crows are basically living spy cameras that follow you around so Mammon knows your every move. But he’s going to tell you that they just follow people he likes sometimes, nothing weird about it it’s just a thing with crows in the Devildom.

Or how Levi has tracking software downloaded onto your DDD. It’s definitely not normal, but if you do find out about it somehow he’s going to act like it is. He’d probably tell you it comes pre installed and that nobody can access it unless you let them (it’s all a lie, but you don’t need to know.)

Or even how security cameras always seem to follow you… it’s not too weird but even when you’re in a crowded shop you can somehow still notice a camera following you specifically. Obviously this isn’t supposed to happen, but Diavolo just so happens to be a prince and has power over anyone who refuses to abide by his rule. Don’t even bother asking anyone, they’re all gonna tell you it’s just something to do with magic that you don’t understand since it’s the Devildom.

And of course you trust them, I mean why wouldn’t you? (I can name like 20 reasons but that’s not the point.) they know better than you do and you love them right? You know when they say it’s a Devildom thing that it actually is right? (It’s not, but there gonna make you believe it is.)

[lovetei]

The first time they saw you is when you were laying on top of a flat rock, glittery beautiful tail shimmering under the light of the sunset, you didn't even sing, no, you didn't even open your mouth and yet they're already captivated.

Lucifer and Leviathan who will not hesitate to grab your neck and drag you back to the house of lamentation where he had built a special aquarium just for you, where they will watch you hit the glass all day, begging to be freed, with a smile on their face.

Belphegor and Satan who will mindlessly follow your voice down the ocean to be your food while you think there's no way for them to escape your grasp, not knowing it's you who will need to escape.

Mammon and Beelzebub who thinks they're in a fairy tale, visiting the part of the beach where they first saw you, hoping you'll be there again and hoping you'll like their gift, a demon they kidnapped to be your food.

And Asmodeus who was enraged, he who almost ripped your face and scaled right on sight as soon as he saw how beautiful you are.

[loveydovey-leviathan]

"𝑩𝑨𝑩𝒀, 𝑰'𝑴 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑺!"

streamer! leviathan x gn! reader

summary: levi starts a stream right after you put lipstick on

cw: one mention of being eaten, he’s obsessed w/ you what can i say, ooc levi, also im 90% sure this should be tagged yandere lol

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The embodiment of envy itself sits pretty on his gaming chair, looking up at you and following your movements in a daze. He doesn’t think he has the capacity to do anything right now, let alone start his weekly stream. His entire face is flushed with the cutest pink hue because of all the blood rushing to his face at your affections and every languid kiss you give turns him more and more into the demonification of jelly, but he thinks being eaten by you would be the best way to die. He’d be connected to you in a way no one else would, always with you forever and ever–

“Levi?”

He yelps in the most embarrassing way possible and he immediately wants to crawl down to the Underground Tombs so he would never have to see anyone again, but then you laugh and he realises he wouldn’t be able to see or hear or touch you if he did that. The thought of it makes his very skin melt, or maybe his face just hasn’t calmed down yet.

“Y-Yeah?”

Your smile is teasing, predatory even. Like you know something he doesn’t and you’re going to enjoy every moment of his ignorance. 

“You have a stream to start, don’t you?”

He nods, and your smile grows wider. You give him one last kiss– it’s longer than the others but shorter than he’d like, and he whines when your fingers lightly scratch his nape in the way you know makes him go insane for more of you. It’s over before he has the chance to beg and he sends a longing look your way as you make yourself comfortable in the spot you’ve claimed as yours in his room. Just out of sight from his camera but close enough that he doesn’t have to move much to see you’re still there when he gets nervous.

He takes a few breaths to try and calm himself down and get his head in the game, but thoughts of you linger nonetheless, like a part of you had permanently embedded yourself into his very being. Levi figures this condition is the best he can get before he’s really late, so he starts the stream as he is.

He doesn’t notice anything different at first, but he’s too focused on making it look like everything is normal and that he isn’t still obsessing over you to notice what his chat is saying. He plays through the game he’s chosen as usual for a good while, becoming invested in the gameplay before he finally has a chance to rest in-game. It’s only now that he realises he hasn’t looked at the live chat since he started, and what he sees makes him want to pass out.

@/lover-b0y: LMAOO HE STILL HASN’T NOTICED

@/sweeti3s: you need to check the mirror before you start your stream my guy 😭

@/crystal-empire: do you think he did this on purpose?

@/loneeerrrr: way to make me feel single 😥😥

Levi immediately ducks under the desk in a frenzy and pulls out his rarely-used camera app, and what he sees can’t possibly be him. His entire face is covered in lipstick marks– from his cheeks to his nose to his eyes– but it’s especially bad on his lips. It’s smeared like crazy and it’s glaringly obvious to anyone who looks at him that he just had a make-out session. 

He sits under his table as he struggles to figure out what to do– brain going a mile a minute but still getting nowhere. But then he feels you staring and he looks up to see you sitting right next to him with your head lowered to not hit yourself against the desk.

His mind struggles to register anything but you. You’re with him and you’re so close he can smell the very essence of you. He’s envious of the very clothes on your back, of your lungs and your ribs and your intestines because why doesn’t he get to be that close to you?

“I turned off your stream.”

Your voice tunes out everything for him, but he musters up a “thank you…” in response.

You look empathetic when you apologise. “I’m sorry, was that too much for you?”

It was too much but not enough at the same time. He wishes you hadn’t pulled this stunt but he’s ecstatic that you did. He wishes you kissed him on stream, he hopes you leave a mark every time he goes out but he also wants to keep this side of you to himself. Why should anyone else get to see the affection you’ve given him? It’s his and his alone but the other part sees this as you claiming him as yours, and it’s a title he wants everyone to know.

“Levi, you okay?”

“Will you kiss me?” he blurts out.

It doesn’t matter how many times he asks, but you always respond with a smile too soft for someone like him. It melts every barrier he could ever put up and he welcomes everything you do to him with open arms, but all he feels is lips so perfectly moulded to fit against his own that he knows you’re the only one he’ll ever want so carnally.

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Come Alive

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Everything was blurred, what happened? Your head throbbed and your scalp felt wet, a loud ringing noise constantly playing in your ear. All you could remember was that you went up to get some water after a nightmare, then everything went dark.

It was difficult to focus when everything around you was dark, spinning, and blurred all at the same time, it hurt your head trying to focus on your surroundings. After a while of fighting your own body, you managed to gain back some control of your senses, though it was a nightmare to focus with the ringing still being quite prominent.

You were able to pick up on the faint sounds of muffled voices through the walls of your home, though your senses were silenced once more when the strong smell of copper assaulted your nose. Struggling to even move your limbs, you placed your fingers against your hairline only for your fingertips to be stained red. What happened last night? How did you get back to bed?

Forcing your body to move, you sat up in bed while your eyes tried to adjust to the darkness of your bedroom, holding your head while it feels like your brain is pressing against your skull. You noticed your door was slightly open, hearing muffled voices coming from the other room.

You slowly made your way out of the room, swallowing down the fear that started to eat your up, poking your head out slightly to try and see if you could see who was in your home. You didn't know if it was just the effects of your head injury causing you to see things, or if it was crazy cosplayers that broke into your home, but you say the 7 demon brothers standing around in your living room.

Was this real? How were they here? Were they the reason your head was bleeding? You tried to wrap your head around what was going, your knees slightly shaking. You could hear their voices in the room across from yours, it was scary how accurate they were to their in game voices. You tried to focus through your headache, listen in to what they were saying. Focus.

" . . . and that's the plan" Lucifer's voice carried through the room, addressing his 6 brothers that were scattered around the room

" We could have done that a different way Lucifer, i mean, we didn't HAVE to get Beel to knock them out that way" Mammon seemed less then happy about harming you, he was your first! He was supposed to protect you, not make you bleed! He crossed his arms while he leaned against the wall,

"For once I agree with Mammon, poor darlings hair was wet with blood" Asmodeus sat in-between satan and Belphie, a pout on his lips as picked at the dried blood on his sleeve, more upset at the fact that his clothing was stained because of beel's messy job.

Before Lucifer could answer, you pushed the door by accident while trying to hear their conversation, a deafening creak carrying all throughout the house. The silence that followed was deafening, the ringing in your ear finally stopping, the beating of your heart blocking out any other sound. Their eyes were on you Mc, you had limited time.

What do you do MC?

Slam the door and barricade it with your dresser, devise a plan later

Stay still, their not looking at you, their not real

Back up quietly and close the door, jump through the window and run for it

Act like you didn't see them, your head injury is making you see things. Go back to bed

Stop stalling MC, time is running out. Make your choice.

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Readers choice! Spoiling you for choices here luv =^..^=

Still learning how to properly write so please do go easy one me

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Yandere platonic obey me brothers with younger sister reader please?

Youngest Sibling Reader | Yandere Obey Me!

Before Lilith’s passing and the war that sent them to the devildom they’d been prepared to raise a new member to their family. Through much deliberation you do join them in their new life in the devildom but seeing as you are the youngest there’s a lot more pressure on you:

Whether you appear when they are in the devildom or within the celestial realm you are considered the youngest 

Especially with your generally smaller size 

Satan and Belphegor are considered older in every which way

“As the youngest of us (Y/n), you have to trust that we know more than you.”

“But–!”

“Which means you need to rely on us, so trust your older brothers.”

They can’t have you do anything on your own

What should stop you from also meeting some human or other being and trying to run off with them

They often don’t listen to you at all

Specifically Lucifer, Beelzebub, and Mammon

Like you’ll say, “Hey I can do my own laundry!”

And they’ll be like “No you can’t. Your tiny hands and tiny brain can’t comprehend such a difficult task.”

It’s just too easy for them to write you off 

Your cute little face and your tiny little nose and the little pitched voice that sounds like a toddler

They always come up with some logic that just doesn’t allow you to grow in any way

And then you have the others that can’t understand you because they just don’t hear you

You’ll say,”I read in an article about our monarchy being extremely barbaric despite the…”

But all they hear is “Goo Ga Ga. Can you pwick me up bwig brother?”

“Awww of course I’ll pick you up! An then we can dress you up in something to match me!”

“Hey what’re you even talking about?! Stop it!”

Or 

“Wow I wish I had a camera! These years go by far too fast!”

“Ugh Levi! Are you even listening?!”

Sometimes they’ll hear you…but don’t expect them to actually respond to you in any coherent way

Asmodeous and Leviathan are just automatically going to somehow misconstrue anything you say

They think you’re a baby after all

The only ones that seem to actually understand you is Belphegor and Satan

Both of which who seem to have gone through what you did or actually notice that you’re as independent as you are

“I kept trying to ask him but he just said I wouldn’t understand any of it. Even though I was the one to bring it up.”

“He’s an idiot. You can’t expect him to pick up on your genius. Which is why I tell you to only talk with me.”

“Yeah, but it’s folly to have only one person’s opinion.”

“Says scientists but I for one love only talking with you.”

That doesn’t mean they don’t tend to baby you too

“Can you blame me, you're a cute little calf. Pampering you comes naturally.”

“But can’t you see how exhausting it is. I’m old enough to want to have intelligent conversation.”

“I know you do…which is why I’m always going to be willing to listen.”

It’s a pain

But thanks to a nosy ruler that keeps the worst brother at this busy

There are so many chances to grow and maybe get away from these overbearing brothers of yours

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How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

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↬|Lucifer|

He’d spend a painfully long amount of time watching you from a distance. His intense, possessive desire to have you would torment him to no end- and he’d spend days, weeks, if not months, watching you from afar and desperately trying to repress his feelings for you. Until one day, he’d snap and lose all control. Not being able to hold himself back anymore and deciding to finally capture you and have you all to himself.

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↬|Mammon|

Mammon would likely have been pining after MC for a long time before snapping. He would have likely been watching and obsessing over them for months or even years before finally taking action. Mammon would have been building up his desire to possess them for a while, and would eventually have been unable to resist his intense feelings. This long period of pining would likely drive Mammon mad and cause his mental state to deteriorate further, until he reached a breaking point and finally abducted MC.

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↬|Leviathan|

Levi would likely pine after MC for quite some time before he eventually snaps. his initial shyness and fear of rejection would probably cause him to keep his feelings bottled up for a long time, until the combination of his jealousy and obsessiveness causes him to finally snap. this could happen when he sees MC with someone else, or when he feels like he's being ignored or rejected by them. once he snaps, his full yandere mode would activate, and he would go to extreme lengths to make MC his.

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↬|Satan|

Satan's obsession with MC would likely start from the moment he first sees them or interacts with them. He may immediately become fixated on them, and start fantasizing about having them all to himself. As time goes on, his obsession would likely become stronger and more intense, as he continues to think about MC constantly and obsess over the idea of possessing them. As for how long he would pine before snapping, it would depend on a variety of factors, such as how resistant MC is, how much access Satan has to them, and how stable his own mental state is.

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↬|Asmondeus|

Asmodeus would not necessarily have a set timeline for how long he would pine after MC before he snaps. However, given his possessive and obsessive nature, it's likely that he would lose his patience relatively quickly if MC shows any interest in someone else or rejects his advances. He might try to play it cool for a while, but if MC doesn't show any interest in him or gives any indication of wanting to be with someone else, he will likely start to become more intense and desperate in his pursuit.

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↬|Beelzebub|

Beelzebub may have been pining after MC for a long time before he acts on his feelings. The length of time before he “snaps” could vary greatly, depending on a number of factors, including his own psychological state and the specific circumstances of their relationship. In some cases, the pressure and intensity of his unrequited feelings may have been building for a significant period, potentially even years. On the other hand, a sudden trigger or event could also cause him to suddenly snap and act on his desires.

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↬|Belphegor|

Quite awhile, actually. He's patient. He's waited for hundreds of years for something, having to wait more means nothing to him. He'll secretly pine after you for a while, watching from the shadows. Then he'll start getting more possessive and protective of you, until it eventually reaches a point where he *snaps* and can't keep himself in check with you anymore. He'll get very clingy, very possessive, and very intense. He'll demand your attention and you belong to him and only him.

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↬|Diavolo|

Diavolo's pining after MC would likely be intense and obsessive from the moment he met them. However, the exact timeline of how long it takes for him to reach his breaking point is difficult to pinpoint, as it would depend on various factors such as MC's receptiveness to his advances, his own psychological state, and the circumstances of their interactions. In any case, given his intense and possessive tendencies, it wouldn't take long for him to become completely obsessed and consumed by his obsession for MC.

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↬|Barbatos|

Barbatos most likely has been pining after you for a long time before resorting to drastic measures like abduction. He may have been observing you from afar, studying your habits and behaviors, and waiting for the right time to act. It's likely that he's been slowly building up his obsession with you over time, and that the abduction was simply the final step in his plan to claim you as his own.

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↬|Simeon|

It's difficult to say exactly how long he would pine after mc before he snaps, as it depends on various factors such as his personality, the circumstances that lead to his obsession, and the intensity of his feelings for them. However, generally speaking, a yandere is likely to develop their obsession and fixation on their love interest relatively quickly, often within a few days or weeks. As their obsession deepens, they may become increasingly possessive, paranoid, and protective, eventually leading to them snapping and taking drastic action to keep them under their control.

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↬|Solomon|

The amount of time Solomon would pine after MC before "snapping" would depend on several factors, such as his level of obsession and his emotional stability. In general, the longer he pines, the more likely he is to become more desperate and more willing to resort to extreme measures to win MC's affection. Some yanderes may take months or even years to snap, while others might become unhinged after just a few weeks of pining. However, in the case of Solomon, given his background and personality, it is likely that he would not wait for too long before acting on his feelings.

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[baikechan]

I've never prayed so hard to get a card in my WHOLE LIFE, cuz bitch, look at HIM‼️‼️‼️ Giving so much yandere vibes in the unlocked one 😪😩

And then.....

Now I gotta work hard to unlock this baby !🤭💪🏻

[married-to-google-translater]

I remember that, when I first tried Obey Me, Lucifer, Satan, and Levi were all the ones that struck me as maybe-possibly-trustworthy. So can I ask about them with a reader who’s an anxious, paranoid mess about being a squishy human in Devildom and keeps hiding behind them? Like, might-not-even-notice-getting-kidnapped labels of clinginess, and thinking the demon in question is the one (1) safe spot.

Yandere Lucifer

It wouldn't be difficult to see who would be the oldest and most responsible of the brothers.

Because of these qualities, you saw Lucifer as the safest of all.

And you wanted to spend all the time you could with him.

Being a human in the midst of demons would be really stressful.

Lucifer would enjoy this.

This would boost his pride.

Because yes you are right.

Devildom is a dangerous place.

Lucifer would make you a schedule to match his.

That way you could often be "safe" near him.

Only with him are you safe.

Lucifer would often tell you that the only way to be completely safe is to listen to him.

So when he wants to decide your affairs you don't oppose him.

You soon realize that Lucifer decides everything.

From your schedules to what you eat

And if you ever stood up to him?

Well Lucifer has ways of keeping you under control.

After all, he is the strongest of all…

And if you are afraid of a normal demon, he would certainly be more dangerous ;3

Yandere satan

Satan would be really strong.

And most Devildom's demons already know that you shouldn't mess with him.

Because of this, he would feel safer than everyone else.

At first, Satan would not show much interest in you.

But he would let you be near him.

At least he was your first choice.

And not cursed Lucifer.

This would also be the main reason why he falls in love with you in the end.

Which would be your curse in a way.

Satan should spend time with you.

Because he would be the one to protect you.

And because he would start to have feelings for you.

Satan would also try to be much calmer around you.

Because he wouldn't want to scare you.

But it would indeed be difficult.

It would be likely that you will see Satan angry at some point.

Which would really scare you.

This would lead to you trying to distance yourself from him.

Which is too bad because Satan won't let that happen.

Satan certainly wouldn't lose you.

He would become much gentler and promise it wouldn't happen again…

Do you believe him?

Yandere Leviathan

Leviathan would love this.

He really would.

You two have the same interests.

Because of this, you immediately perceive Leviathan as the safest.

And you would really cling to him.

Most of your time will be spent in Leviathan's room.

Leviathan certainly wouldn't complain.

Now he wouldn't have to come up with creative excuses to keep you there.

Leviathan enjoys when you make everything easier for him.

Leviathan doesn't really help your fears.

Instead, he would strengthen them…

Mainly by telling stories of what could happen if you touched Beel pudding or pissed off Satan.

It really doesn't help matters.

However, Leviathan forgets to tell about him in anger. He is your "best" friend.

And would have promised to protect you from everything.

If you grew braver…

Well.

Let's just say that Leviathan can arrange a situation where you are in danger.

And "by chance" he will save you then.

That would be enough to make you stay with him.

Right?

[ironicallyyn]

Mc: hey Lucifer.. wanna see something funny?

Lucifer: ... Sure?

Mc: shout

Lucifer: (shouts... But nothing happens) ?

Mc: (shouts)

Mammon, Levi and Asmo barged into the room: I HEARD SHOUTING!! MC ARE YOU OKAY!!??

[my-names-angel-but-im-not-one]

MC: *petting satan's head* You're beautiful....and capable of great things...

Satan: *holding a knife* .....like murder...

MC: *sweating* ...don't do that though....

Satan: unless it's completely necessary

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Lucifer in the corner listening their talks: ......

[dilfartist]

Obey Me Yandere Headcannons

Tw; Kidnapping, sensitive topics, Yandere behavior, Obsessive behavior, abuse, mentioned physical abuse, mentions of death, manipulation (satan).

Notes; {Brothers included in this only. No dateables.}

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!

Not proofread

Reader's description; Female/GN

Lucifer

Lucifer’s obsession starts deliberately. Compared to all his brothers, Lucifer won’t fall into obsession quickly. His obsession is similar to his coming around to the MC. It might take a few months for his obsession to kick in but it’s a good thing if you ever want a chance of escaping. Once he’s obsessed, he’ll have all eyes on you. Lucifer has his brothers wrapped around his finger, beckoning to his every call. They’ll listen to him, mainly to get him off their back.

How does the obsession start? There are a couple of reasons an obsession will start; You left back to the human world and Lucifer begins to obsess about your lack of presence. You’re spending way too much time with his brothers, which bruises his pride. Or even starting a relationship with him. Lucifer’s obsession is fueled by his possessiveness. Naturally, Lucifer is possessive over you because he’s the same way with all of his brothers.

How do the brothers react? Depending on your relationship with the brothers, they may not care much if you tell them the situation their older brother has put you in. If you don’t have the best relationships with the brothers, whether it be due to you keeping to yourself or Lucifer keeping you by his side 24/7, they’ll excuse Lucifer’s action, though they will have a bit of moral dilemma. If the brothers do care for you, following the storyline of the game, then they’re more likely to put up a fight. However, Lucifer won’t hesitate to feed them lies. Lucifer didn’t mind deceiving his brothers when it came to Belphegor, what makes you any different? Lucifer convinces all seven of his brothers, (Belphegor takes the longest to convince but even he falls for his brother's words.) Then they’ll assist their brother in keeping you in Devildom by his side.

Punishments? His darling does face punishments if they have done something wrong in his eyes. His punishments fit the crime. Minor crimes like refusing his touch for too long, fighting against him, and ignoring him, lead to him having long lectures and hanging you up, (though he won’t hang you up for ignoring his touch because he understands his behavior is hard to comply with. Even he is frustrated with himself for allowing his feelings to take over his actions.) Crimes he deems more than minor such as poisoning him, trying to convince his brothers to help you, and somehow hurting him would lead to keeping meals from you, locking you away for a while, and maybe even a few slaps, though these slaps are usually on your ass. Severe crimes like attempting to kill any of his younger brothers or Diavalo, managing to escape him for a long period, and trying to tell Demons outside of his close circle about his obsessiveness. These crimes earn you more than just fifteen unbearable slaps on your ass; he’ll choke you and harm you in ways that might kill you. Depending on how furious you’ve managed to make him.

Aftercare? Lucifer isn’t terrible, he won’t leave you suffering no matter what you may have done. He’ll wipe your tear stains with a handkerchief, taking you into his lap, brushing your hair back with slender fingers. Lucifer will press kisses on your cheeks, chiding you softly like an owner gently scolding a pet, making sure the animal knows they still love them.

Will they kill for their darling? Yes. The only person holding him back from killing anyone who dares take your love away or insults you is Diavalo. Lucifer won’t think twice if no one is around.

Mammon

Mammon is the first to quickly fall into an obsession out of the all six brothers. In the game he's the first to fall for the Mc; So it's on brand for him to grow obsessive first. It's Mammon's trademark for being his darling's first everything. His obsession isn't clear if you do not look into it. He's still his usual tsundere self, however there's something different if you look closer. The way Mammon nearly sneers at his brothers for taking your time away from him, the way Mammon can be so overprotective it can be suffocating, and the way Mammon can sometimes be enraged by the mentioned of anyone else having you. Then again, Mammon is a demon, maybe this is normal, You think.

How does the obsession start? His greed, to put it simply. It's obvious everyone wants a piece of his human, he can't go a second without his brothers coming to steal you away from him. It angers him! Mammon should have your attention- he was your first! None of his brothers wanted anything to do with you until they realized how great you were. The great Mammon can offer you so much more! So stop hang around his brothers!

How do the brothers react? Despite the insults constantly hurriled at Mammon, his brother love him dearly. And while his darling is considered family they still won't be able to surpass Mammon's spot in their hearts. Plus, they also want Mc to stay by their side and Mammon is just keeping them in devildom, what's the harm? No matter how hard you beg you won't be able to leave. The whole family will keep you there.

Punishments? Yes and no. Mammon will give them but most of the time not go through them. His favorite punishment is the silent treatment. It never works- but at least he's managed to get better at ignoring you. The problem is you. You're so damn cute with those puppy dog eyes you give, begging for something to satisfy your boredom because he refuses to let you hangout with his brothers: he can't help but give in to your request with his attention. Mammon isn't the type to hurt his darling, not on purpose of course. Sometimes he'll lock them up but only a few hours, he wouldn't dare lock you away for a day or more.

Aftercare? Much like lucifer, Mammon will have you in his lap as he comforts you. He really hates punishing you but he won't let you walk all over him. Sometimes you need punishing.

Will they kill for their darling? Yes but not because someone simply looked your way, though he will get protective sending them a glare. He'd kill someone for hurting you, if someone insulted you he'd settle for injuring them depending on their words.

Levithan

Second to his older brother Mammon, obsesses over the reader quickly. It takes him a while to obsess over his darling; he doesn't come out of his room enough for it to happen. However, once Leviathan finally does spend some time with his darling, that is what gets the ball rolling.

Why does his obsession begin? Levi is the avatar of envy, so it’s pretty self-explanatory. Leviathan views himself as a yucky otaku, and having an angel as beautiful as his darling love someone like him is mind-boggling. Levi sees his darling interacting with his brothers or other demons, and he loathes their existence, ignoring the fact you probably spend most of your time with him: He can’t stop himself from thinking of mashing the person you’re hanging out with’s head against the wall till they no longer have a face.

How do the brothers react? Levi wouldn’t be good at hiding his yandere tendencies, leading to his brothers teasing him constantly about it. As long as Levi doesn’t harm his darling, his brothers won’t mind the way he acts (unless it gets annoying)

Punishments? No. Levi could never hurt a goddess like his darling! Harm his Henry?! Ha, no. If he were to hurt his darling it would be on accident, like his tail accidentally swiping at them when he wasn’t paying attention. The closest thing to a punishment for his darling is not talking to them for at least thirty minutes and then getting all pouty about their behavior.

Aftercare? Levi is all up on his darling, whining to them about being nicer to him. He understands he’s not the most handsome nor is he interesting- Levi is a gross gamer boy but at one point you wanted him! He can prove to you why that should still be the case!

Will he kill for his darling? Most definitely. Leviathan is easily persuaded by his envy. If another demon even thinks of insulting him to get with you, he’ll rip them to shreds.

Satan

Below Belphgor and above Lucifer on the quick to Obbsesion list. Needs time for the obsession to form, pretty normal until it finally occurs.

How does the obsession start? Satan’s obsession starts naturally, simply by getting to know you. His Yandere tendency becomes intense if he senses any romantic feelings toward Lucifer coming from you. That’s how you get a super manipulative and aggressive Satan. (His aggressiveness isn’t aimed at you all the time; we’re talking 35% of the time his aggressive attitude is aimed at you, but it’s only bits of it.)

How do his brothers react? Sceptical of his actions, but they know sometimes demons can act strange when in love. The brothers know their brother won’t hurt you on purpose, so they don’t mind it. They do get onto him now and then. As well as walking on eggshells since his wrath could go overboard when it comes to you.

Punishment? His manipulation is punishment enough, other than that enjoy the silent treatment. You may think this is a win on your part but Satan won’t let you leave. Even if you manage to keep him still with your pact, he’ll convince his brothers you’re a danger to yourself and he can help since he’s studied the human mind with his novels.

Aftercare? Asks if you’ve learned your lesson. If you say yes, you’re free to do as you please. If you say no, he’ll continue with the punishment.

Asmodeus

Asmodeus is one of the ones in the middle when it comes to how long it takes to him fall into an obsession. He’s right after Beel and Satan is after him.

How does the obsession start? His obsession begins when you grow closer to one another or funnily enough when you show no interest in him. Amso can’t stand knowing someone isn’t obsessed with him, like have you met him? He’s so wonderful! He just needs to persuade his darling by spending as much time with them as possible.

How do the brothers react? Besides being possessive of his darling at times, Asmo doesn’t show off his yandere side so his brothers don’t care much. His brothers just view his actions as being a protective boyfriend.

Punishments? Doesn't really do them. However, from time to time he’ll tie up his darling. Asmodeus will place a blanket around his darling’s body to ensure their skin won’t develop burns from the ropes; then he’ll wrap the rope around them for an hour or two. Until his darling can think about their actions. Another punishment that Asmodeus is open to is ignoring them for an hour or even a couple more if they do something he deems terrible. (Nothing’s worse than not being able to bask in Asmodeus’s glorious beauty! Ignoring you must be the worst punishment ever~)

Aftercare? Asmo will gently check his darling’s skin for any marks or bruises that the rope left. If there are any, Asmo will apply ointments while pressing soft kisses on their skin. If he goes with the ignoring method, he’ll ask if you learned your lesson, if you did then everything is back to normal.

Will he kill for his darling? Maybe. Depending on the offense. After all, he’s not ruining his skin with someone’s blood over a minor offense. Nonetheless, if anyone dares disrespect his darling he might get a little bloody. His Darling will have to praise him for it, at least!

Beel

Beel is in the upper part of the Yandere brother on how fast he becomes obsessed. He’s above Asmodeus and below Levi if we’re ranking from easily obsessed at the top and harder to make obsessed at the bottom. Beelzebub won’t notice the feeling. Beel knows he feels satisfied around you, akin to when he finishes the meals in the fridge; but he doesn't know why he keeps automatically growling at other demons who take your attention from him.

How does the obsession start? If his darling is kind to him and helps him when in need. Similar to the game. It only deepens when he and the reader are in a relationship. You said you're his so why does everyone want a piece of you? And not like you’re a slice of cake but Beel can’t handle others trying to take you from him. Beel can be very aggressive if others are too close to what’s his.

How do the brothers react? Beelzebub’s obsession isn’t a nuisance to his brothers or you (not much at least). Beel’s like a guard dog and his brothers respect him for it, although it irritates them when they just want to spend time with you, and Beel says no. Beelzebub is one of few of his brothers who, if confronted, will listen and attempt to calm his yandere tendency to keep a nice environment for everyone he loves.

Punishment? Beel doesn't do it on purpose; Unless he does, which is on occasion. Usually, he’ll act like a kicked puppy but it isn’t a manipulation tactic; he’s just genuinely upset. However, when Beel does act to punish you, he’ll lock you in his room and tell Belphgor to leave you alone until he thinks you’re ready to act right.

Aftercare? A nice snack with him holding you close. He’s really not that bad...not to you at least.

Belphgor

Belphie is above Lucifer and Satan but below Asmodeus in the list. Belphgor won’t easily become obsessed with his darling, it takes something major for him to act on his yandere tendency.

How does the obsession start? Belphgor would already have these feelings for you but wouldn’t act on them, it isn’t until you’ve been harmed or both of you fall in love, do these feelings begin to show. Slowly but surely. When his yandere tendencies take over, Belphgor can get quite aggressive with people; he’s more blatantly rude than he is aggressive. If someone were to actively try to get his darling to leave him due to his yandere behavior or attempt to flirt with them, he wouldn’t mind a lecture from Lucifer after nearly snapping the other demon’s neck.

How do the brothers react? They compare him to a Chihuahua, asking if Luke is his real brother. They say Belphie is an aggressive chihuahua, and Luke is the chihuahua that yaps all the time. Besides fighting with Belphgor to spend time with you, they don’t care much. They know Lucifer will put Belphie in his place should he ever try hurting you or the other brothers.

Punishment? Yes. Belphie doesn’t mind punishing you; however, he doesn’t harm his darling on purpose. Similar to his brothers, he’ll keep you locked away, knowing how frustrating the feeling is and knowing it’s one of the best forms of punishment, he doesn't mind going through with it. You’ll be fine if you have food and water. Plus, he’ll allow you out as long as you’ve learned your lesson and Belphie wants to cuddle up to you for a nap.

Aftercare? Belphgor will bring you to bed so he can fall asleep. He doesn't like having you away for so long, especially since he uses you to fall asleep. In a way, both of you were punished, if you think about it. Will scold you, telling you to do better next time because he doesn't mind leaving you alone longer.

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MORE OBEY ME FICS!! PLS I BEG!! PERERABLY ONE WITH DIAVOLO IN IT PLEASEEE MY LIFE IS YOURS!!!

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH Let's do a little world building

sex for favour, contracts, apocolypse au, religious references, yandere

You really, really, really hate using your contracts. Not only does it take a toll on your body, a part of your soul being syphoned out each time but, the aftermath is also unpleasant.

Your story is typical, home demolished by Angelic monsters, rejects cast down from Heaven that didn't quite make it to Hell. Family and friends gone, only some survivors remained that were either not in your village or left with less body parts. The killing blow to your ideals was learning that the Capital had denied help from Exterminators, their best exorcist too far away and no one else willing to fight against a Throne of all creatures. No one even came to look for survivors since it was a waste of resources on a gamble not worth betting on.

Angels trudged all along the Earth, the lowest orders scattered around like pests. Middle orders tend to be the 'boss' of these groups. The highest order, Thrones, were much like natural disasters; sudden, with little warning.

It wasn't easy, and though many still prayed to the Heavens for help and despised any anti-religious behaviour, you had separated long ago from that group. An outcast of an exorcist, making deals with demons to gain enough power to kill angels. Years have gone by and no one knows how you manage to keep Avatars of Sin on your side.

No one knows you've had to sell yourself to young King of the Devildom, either.

You can harness their powers into your weapons, your soul used as fuel for very powerful attacks. To bring of them to aid you in battle, however, costs a little bit more.

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Your arm is torn at the shoulder, fingers on your right hand bent backwards, broken. Your right eye was swollen shut, and your left leg had a flag pole through the thigh.

Ribs broken, blood coughing from your mouth, this Throne was more powerful than any other you've faced. You wonder if Lucifer could handle it, already knowing he requires your help with Thrones alone. Or maybe that was just him being a nuisance to you? You're not sure, and you're not really in a position to risk it now.

The angel before you rises, a dark mass covered in mouths, constantly laughing as you had sliced and cut through its body. When you thought you were doing well, it had suddenly stopped its incessant cackle, the hundreds of mouths on the castle-like mass opening wider than any creature you know, red veined eyes appearing and staring at you unblinkingly. Pure horror had struck you, though you were still able to force yourself to fight. Lucifer's power had damaged it enough, you really did think you won.

... Until it shed it's crust. Wet, tar-covered wings rose from the inside, two, four, eight, sixteen in all sorts of directions. You were lucky to not be hit, the tar latching to any living thing it flicked to and devouring it, turning it to a walking corpse. You were blinded by a golden light, more cracking of the crust, dust shredding once it finally propelled out. Your jaw slacked, it was somehow even bigger, the carnage of a mansion, houses, farmlands, all nothing but a playmat below it. Four of its wings dragged on the ground, the feathery limbs surrounding wheels of golden wings, mouths laughing at you, eyes unblinking and twitching in every direction. The very middle was a pair of black lips, human teeth like eyelashes over the outside of a giant, weeping eye.

You wonder if you can even pull this off?

Exhaling all your nerves, trying your best to focus as you sit slumped in the mud against a cracked boulder, you close your good eyes murmur under your breath, the words bubbling through blood, "In the name of the Exterminator, (Y/n), I call upon the aid of the demon monarch. Come forth, please, Diavolo."

Silence follows, as though a rushing river is hit with a sudden calm. When you finally open your good eye, you see Diavolo in all his glory, a low whistle reaching your hearing as he places his hand on his hips and admired the creature before you, "Just what have you gotten yourself into this time, Miss (Y/n)?"

You open your mouth to speak, only for your lungs to concave and more blood pushing up your oesophagus. The spell was apparently too much.

Diavolo smiles kindly at you, holding one of his hands up, a soft light from his palm sending all the aches and pains away, "Rest now, Miss (Y/n). You've done well to get this far."

If it weren't for the serene spell he used, you would have felt scared to become so vulnerable before a demon and an angel, contrarily you were all but eager to rest your head against the boulder and sleep.

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When you next awoke, you were tucked into bed. Your fingers were back in place, you had bandages around your legs, arms, torso and neck. What was broken and out of place had been promptly fixed and the terrible, hellish pain you endured was now dull compared before.

You also didn't miss the way the demon lord was lapping his wet tongue between your legs, giving kisses to your clit before making out with your pussy.

His eyes met yours as his tongue delved deeper, an appreciative moan eliciting from him as you clenched around his tongue. Another kiss before he pulls away enough to talk, "Apologies, you weren't waking up and it's almost been 24 hours."

As much as you want to bark at him to get off, you recognise the pact. You needed to provide some sexual favour for the demons within 24 hours of summoning. It was embarrassing, demeaning, you felt horrible about it. They seemed to thrive off of all these feelings.

If you didn't do it, the energy depleted from the experience would double each hour, putting you out of commission for a longer time.

"I'm surprised you didn't wait," you croak, jerking when he goes back to tonguing your insides like a creature in love, "You would have gained more... food. Or, whatever it is you get out of this."

He chuckles and moves up, your thighs going over his own so he could take out his thick, throbbing cock and smack the fat of it against your stomach, "Believe it or not, I don't want to make you suffer just yet, I'll wait until I have you in my castle for that. Besides, I'm quite busy as the King." Your lips part when he nudges the head between your lips, rubbing up and down to gather your slick so he can push in nicer. The smile on his lips was too nice for a demon, "I'm quite surprised you lasted that long before summoning help, though."

Your stomach bulges from the length of his cock, humping into you upwards to really feel your body around him. His large hands graze over your hips, squeezing the flesh of your stomach before coming to cup your cheeks in a gentle embrace. Your tits rub against his pecs, and though it feels really good, you keep talking about what just happened, "It wasn't like any other Throne I've fought, hah... I think they're getting stronger."

"Throne?" He laughs, kissing you deeply, tongue tasting before his lips retreat with a wet smack, "That was no mere Ophanim, dearest. You were up against a creature on par with the Cherubim."

Of course, you knew the rankings of angels in the Celestial realm, everyone who has been forced into this situation does. It was just easier to name the monsters after those rankings. A lot of people didn't like it, though it didn't stop anyone. "Ngnn~" You move your hands to his shoulders, looking for purchase as his cock rubs deliciously inside you. You can feel your energy draining, the way Lord Diavolo holding you was like he was trying to cage you to him. "I thought only Throne rankings had made it to earth?"

"Cum for me, dearest. Only think about the pleasure you're feeling right now," he orders, biting into your neck and sucking on your skin. His lips move to below your ear, tickling you with a light flick of his tongue. One of his hands had trailed over your ribs, past your belly button and began circling and pinching your clit. Your toes curl before stretching out in pleasure, panting while you clench down around his cock, feeling the weight of his balls push into you as he empties his cum as deep as he can. You feel the trickle of your own fluid down your thighs from your orgasm.

His lips are panting over your own, though you know he isn't anywhere near as out of breath as you are. "Should I be worried?" You questioned, wishing he would avert his loving gaze from your own tired eyes.

Lord Diavolo gives you one more kiss, his cock slipping out and letting his cum overflow onto the sheets, "I have it on good intel that something big is coming. If you come across another Ophanim you must call one of us, if not multiple. And be careful..." he ominously states, standing to fix his regale, tucking away his satisfied dick, "I think a Seraphim might be visiting soon."

[yan-lorkai]

Would you consider writing a drabble about Leona (And who ever else you want) The reader has a pet they adore and spoiled with love, and the boys are green with jealously over it. The mc is going somewhere and asks Leona (or whoever) to watch the pet for a bit, the boys think this might be their opportunity to take the pet 'out of the picture' but as the mc leaves they say to their pet "Be good for daddy while I'm gone~" How do they react to that and what changes

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ LEONA

Many people are jealous of their loved ones' pets, but you wouldn't expect Leona to be one of those people. True, he was attached to everything he could call his own - a consequence of the way he was treated, you suppose. But jealous of a pet? As incredible as it may seem, Leona was jealous, he always wanted to be with you in his arms and he growled low, or as low as he could, to keep the little animal from coming running towards you, wagging its tail like a stray.

Still, even though he was jealous, you trusted Leona to take care of your dog while you had other tasks that day. His green eyes sparkled with mischief when you finally handed him your beloved pet, leaving a soft caress on his head.

"I need you to take care of my baby while I'm gone, Leona," You murmured and left a tender kiss on your beloved lion's cheek. "I won't be long, and I trust you to take good care of them."

Leona smiled, inwardly enjoying the opportunity to finally have your undivided attention. As you turned to leave, you remembered something and leaned into your pet, whispering in a tender, cute tone. "Be good for daddy while I'm gone!"

Leona's smug expression faltered as soon as you were gone, and a strange warmth settled in his chest at your words. You were at a stage where you hadn't discussed whether you wanted children or not once you finished your studies at NRC but now he is reevaluating everything he had thinked before. The way you act all cutesy, your little hums and smiles when you spend time with your dog, somehow simple words are making his hearts pounds like crazy in his chest.

Initially, he considered moving the pet "out of the way" as he had planned, but he could no longer do that even if he still wanted to. Leona hesitated, but bent down to gently stroke the furry companion who wouldn't let go of you. Your dog responded with a satisfied bark and wagged his tail. And for a second, Leona thought he might get used to it all. With the dog, with the silly way you acted, with the promise of a future.

For now, he'll spend time trying to understand your dog's mind and why this furball doesn't want to sleep with him in the botanical garden.

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.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ LEVIATHAN

Levi is the personification of envy, it's clear he's jealous of the time you spend with your pet. It's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair!!! He was with you all this time and you prefer to prioritize this little animal? If you say that he does the same to Henry he will quickly silence himself.

He realizes how foolish this jealousy is, but he can't help it. He wants all of you, all of your attention, all of your thoughts and emotions, your mind, your body, everything must belong to him, or he will cry. You don't want him to cry, do you?

So when you tell him that you have a test to take and that he needs to take care of your bird, Levi feels everything around him shake. Not only can he not spend time with you because you have a test and he has online classes, but he still has to listen to your bird singing non-stop, exploring his room and pecking at everything it finds. He must protect his figures and games, and... Did your bird just climbed into his shoulder and is nuzzling against his neck?

"Take care of our baby, Levi." You smile at him and Levi feels like he's on fire, like someone threw holy water on him, his cheeks pink. "Be good to daddy, okay my dear? I'll see you both later!" You leave a peck on Levi's mouth and then kiss your bird affectionately, smiling when it chirped.

Levi ceases his movements, words and phrases forgotten on the tip of his tongue as you leave him with your bird. Baby? Daddy? Oh heavens, he feels like at any moment he's going to pass out, heat rising from his neck to his ears and cheeks. He had never thought about it before; having a family with you before, after all he was happy living with you and his brothers, without having thought about children yet. He turns to see the bird relaxing on his shoulders, preening its feathers and sometimes looking at his brightly lit computer screen. Now that he stops to think it is so cute, Levi can see why you love that little creature.

He reaches out a finger and scratches the bird's head, watching as it closes its eyes and enjoys the affection offered. He sees himself no longer caring about your pet, even though he feels jealous of the little creature. But he doesn't need to be jealous if he steals your bird to spend time with him, his daddy. So you will also spend time with him, win-win!