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another-lost-mc · 1 year

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Weather the Storm

When Satan gets angry, you have your own way of helping him blow off steam.

SATAN x afab!Reader 3.1k words | NSFW | Smut | Hurt/Comfort Content warnings: Dom/sub undertones, rough sex including marking/biting, jealousy and possessiveness, brief discussions of safeword usage and boundary limits.

Loving Satan is like being wrapped in the softest blanket on a cold winter’s day. His sweet words and gestures are like a soothing balm for your soul, and his whispers and promises against your skin warm you from the inside-out.

The inevitable part of being with Satan is coping with his sin. His anger is a monstrous thing. He becomes a single-minded entity that delights in causing havoc and pain for others. It scared you when you first knew him. Sometimes it still does.

There are times when he desperately wants to hurt someone, to feel their bones crunch in his fist and to taste their blood on his tongue when he rips out their throat with his teeth. Satan doesn’t want to be that way all the time anymore. Not when he has family and friends to help keep him grounded. Not when he has you.

Those that don’t know Satan very well might think you’ve tempered him a bit. He seems more relaxed, he’s happier, he’s less dangerous. What they don’t realize is that his anger is never gone, not completely. He tries so hard to keep it buried, but it’s an inevitability.

When, not if, the rage inside him bursts open like a dam, he tries to warn you before it’s too late.

School ended nearly four hours ago, and you’ve been stuck at RAD helping Lucifer and Barbatos in the student council chambers. Lucifer insisted the task was too important and it just couldn’t wait.

You had to excuse yourself so you could call Satan and let him know you weren’t going to make it for the date he had planned for you. He acknowledged your message with a single monotonous word and hung up.

You haven’t heard from him since. His silence is your warning to stay away.

By the time you get home, you’re irritable from everything going so wrong.

Maybe if you weren’t struggling with your own conflicting emotions that make your heart ache, you’d stop yourself from walking towards his room.

If you weren’t as frustrated and disappointed as he is, you’d stop yourself from knocking on Satan’s door when you know what to expect.

At least, you think you know what to expect.

He doesn’t answer, and it’s your final warning.

You let yourself inside and close the door behind you.

His room is dark, lacking the light and warmth of the lanterns and candles he likes to use when he reads. Without them, his room feels like a dungeon, cold and empty and hopeless.

You can navigate the stacks of books easily and you slowly walk towards the middle of his room. You haven’t seen a trace of Satan yet. You haven’t heard him yet either, but you know he’s here. He’s luring you into his trap, a tantalizing torture to show you that you shouldn’t have come, that it’s too late now.

Behind you, there’s a faint metallic click of the lock on his door sliding into place.

He doesn’t use the lock to keep out would-be interrupters. The lock is meant to keep you in, to delay your escape should you try to run. It’s another reminder of your foolish choice to come here tonight.

His bed should be in front of you, just a few more steps and—

You freeze when you feel a hot breath on the back of your neck.

You didn’t sense him approaching you, but now you feel him all around. You’re suffocated by his presence, like he’s a black hole determined to pull you down into the abyss with him.

His aura thrums with power the same way that air crackles with heat before a storm. The storm that rages inside him threatens to destroy you both.

“You shouldn’t be here.” His voice is low and rough, gritty. The words are coarse with bitterness and disappointment. It’s not a warning, it’s a mockery. He’s a monster gloating to his prey, warning you that your foolish human emotions led you down this dark path.

Maybe it’s not too late?

“Satan—“ you plead quietly, your voice a hushed whisper is the eerie quiet of his room. The only thing you can hear louder than the rumbling growl in his chest is the sound of your own frantic heartbeat.

But he’s not going to be merciful tonight. When you try to turn around and face him, he grips your arms and holds you in place. You wince when his fingers dig uncomfortably into your skin.

“You had your chance,” he reminds you, and you can hear the sneer in his voice. “You made your choice.”

He shoves you forward and you grunt when you land on his bed. You manage to roll onto your back before the mattress dips under his weight. His knees bracket your hips and his hands fist the sheets above your shoulders, effectively trapping you in place.

The demon straddling your waist and baring his teeth above you is beautiful in his anger. You love him, and you know he loves you. He’s staring at you like you’re the most scrumptious morsel, and you know he likes to play with his food.

You offer your body to him to use, a conduit to channel his rage into something a bit more pleasurable. Will he use his claws on you tonight, or his teeth? Will he murmur his praise for you against your ear while his fingers take you apart, or will he roar when his cock fills you so full that you’re left dripping after? You don’t know.

He’s close enough so you can see your face reflected in the inky green-black of his eyes, and he bends even lower as his weight pushes you deeper into the mattress.

“Tell me your word,” he growls into your ear. It’s not a suggestion, it’s a demand - he knows how serious this is for both of you.

You swallow around the lump in your throat. “Whiskers.” His chest rumbles against yours, and he acknowledges your choice by licking the shell of your ear and pulling at the lobe with his teeth.

Satan’s not the first lover you’ve had, but he’s the first one who insisted you needed a safeword if you were going to be intimate together. He was concerned about his anger issues putting you at risk when you’re most vulnerable. It’s for your protection, something that will draw him back from the ledge before he goes over.

You’ve never had to use your safeword with him before. But when Satan drags his teeth along your jaw and moves further down so he can sniff at your neck and lick over your pulse point, you wonder if that might change.

The warm puff of air on your neck when he exhales is the only warning you have before the tethers snap and he begins.

It feels like you’re floating in space, teetering on the line between pleasure and pain. Satan shreds the clothes away from your body with his hands and his teeth, exposing inch after inch of skin for him to claim as his own. The sounds he makes are animalistic as he drags his lips across your body, sucking marks into your skin while he groans with primal satisfaction.

Your own sighs and moans are quiet compared to his, but you don’t hide them - he wants to hear you. You keep your hands raised above your head and grip the blanket so you’re not tempted to touch him; that’s not what he wants, and he’ll restrain you if you try. You want to be good for him tonight and give him what he needs. You know your own needs will be satisfied later.

One of his hands curls around your shoulder and his nails are digging into your skin so he can hold you still beneath him. Your shirt is in tatters and his lips are latched onto one of your nipples, sucking the hardened bud between his teeth and biting with the slightest bit of pressure. His other hand slides down the valley between your breasts, dragging his nails across your skin so pink streaks mark the path of his greedy fingers.

You arch into his touch when he smooths his hand over the sensitive skin of your soft belly, and you jolt when he doesn’t hesitate, going under the waistband of your pants and into your underwear. His fingers cup your soft mound possessively and then his fingers creep even lower–

“You’re so wet already,” he murmurs when he lifts his head from your breast, but you freeze at the tone of his voice because something is wrong.

He’s not praising your readiness for him - he’s furious, but you don’t know why.

Before you even realize what’s happening, he’s prying your legs wide apart so he can kneel between them. You raise your head but all you can see is a messy tuft of blonde hair. You hear a growl that’s so close to your skin it almost vibrates inside you. Your mind goes blank and a pained scream rips from your throat when he bites the soft, meaty flesh of your inner thigh.

He’s muttering to himself when he finally unhinges his jaw and he lets your leg fall back onto the mattress. You tilt your head back and blink rapidly, but you can’t stop the tears leaking from your eyes. You whimper when the painful throbbing makes your body twitch all over.

You don’t think you can move right now, but he doesn’t need you to. He tears your pants away so he has better access, and he grabs your hips and rolls you onto your belly. He drags you back and raises you to your knees, and the only thing holding you up are his hands keeping you where he wants you.

He doesn’t give you warning when he plunges his cock deep inside you and it leaves you gasping against the sheets. You tilt your head to the side and breathe while your body relaxes around him. The rough glide of his cock isn’t painful, but you can’t come like this - and he knows that. The angle’s not quite right and the pace is too fast; you anticipate having some difficulty walking when this is over.

“Does my brother try to seduce you with that silver tongue of his when he keeps you to himself all night?” The words are punctuated by his powerful thrusts. You don’t answer because you know he doesn’t really expect you to - he’s seething, venting his frustrations to you and exposing the cause of his anger tonight.

He’ll talk to you properly after this, and you’ll work it out together like you always do. Right now, he’s using every ounce of his strength to reclaim your body and your love for himself.

“I see the way he looks at you, but he can’t give you what you need,” he snarls over your shoulder. “You’re mine.” He buries his cock as deep as he can, and you choke on air when he fills you in the most perfectly agonizing way.

Tonight’s not the first time you’ve seen him rage with jealousy before, but he doesn’t usually bite you like that. You consider using your safeword because it feels like your thigh is on fire, and the rough movements of his cock splitting you open while his hips grind against you is starting to take its toll.

The word sits on the tip of your tongue, but you recognize the telltale signs that he’s close: his pace is faltering and the rhythm is sloppy, and the noises he makes are getting louder, breathier, and even more desperate.

You think you can bear a little more.

It only takes a few more greedy thrusts before he grunts from the force of his release and he whispers your name like a mantra. You gasp when he pulls out unexpectedly and he coats your folds and the tops of your thighs with his cum. It’s sticky and warm when it dribbles down the inside of your legs. He lets go of the bruising grip on your hips and you finally collapse onto the bed, exhaling shakily with relief.

When Satan slumps over onto the bed beside you, his demonic horns and tail have gone and his naked body glistens with sweat. His eyes are bright and clear now, and they’re shining with love and warmth and concern rather than the anger from before. He puts his hand between your bodies and you lace your fingers together.

He rolls on his side towards you and nuzzles his face against your shoulder. He peppers a few quick, soft kisses on whatever skin his lips can reach before he whispers an incantation that fills the dark room with light. Your eyes sting and you groan dramatically when you hide your face in the blanket.

He chuckles and leans forward to kiss your shoulder again. “I’m sorry, love, but I need to make sure you’re alright.”

His hands glide over the smooth skin of your back, pausing over lingering scratches or hints of bruising he left behind. You can feel his lips brush over the marks he made. He murmurs to himself and you know he’s making a list of potions or healing spells he thinks might help.

He nudges your side gently and helps you roll onto your back. You throw your arm over your eyes - the light is still too bright for your liking - and you hear his breath hitch. Most of his marks were left on the front of your body, but he seems surprised by his own enthusiasm. When his hand lingers on your leg, you know what he’s looking at.

“I don’t remember biting you this hard,” he says quietly while he inspects the mark gently with his fingertips. His voice is sad, and you lower your arm so you can meet his gaze. There’s regret lingering in his emerald eyes.

“It’s the only one that really hurts,” you tell him, kindly but honestly.

He gets up from the bed and looks for his clothes. There’s a healing potion in another room that he says will help heal your bite wound and dull the pain.

He picks up some of your clothes by accident - what’s left of them, anyway - and his mouth drops open in shock. “Oh, I think I owe you a new pair of pants.” He holds them up for you to see, and he sticks his fingers through the holes his teeth made in the fabric. You both laugh when he wiggles his fingers towards you.

“That pair was getting worn out anyway,” you say with a lazy grin. “All I ask is that the replacements you buy me have pockets.”

“I’ll buy you whatever you want,” he promises. He tosses the ruined clothes aside and slips out the door to fetch the supplies he needs to treat your leg.

Only seconds after he’s left, a muffled buzzing noise on the floor distracts you from Satan’s absence. You lean over the edge of the bed while you look for your D.D.D., hissing at the pain when you accidentally put too much pressure on your leg.

Lucifer: I don’t need the details, but do let me know whether or not you’re alright. I heard you earlier.

He must’ve been waiting for Satan to leave the room so he could check on you discreetly.

You: We’re both fine.

You: But you owe him an apology tomorrow.

Lucifer: Very well.

You drop your phone back on the floor, and Satan returns a few minutes later with a bundle under his arm. He hands you a potion to drink and a bottle of water. He even brought your private stash of human world painkillers, though he’s not convinced they’re very helpful. Within minutes, the ache in your leg is barely noticeable and he assures you there should only be a small bruise left by morning.

He sits on the edge of the bed and starts washing you with a warm, damp towel. His touches are gentle and he takes his time. By the time he’s finished wiping away the mix of slick and cum that stained your folds and thighs, you’re sleepy and in desperate need of cuddles. He must feel the same because he dims the lights and crawls onto the bed to rejoin you.

“You didn’t come tonight,” he mentions off-handedly. He rests his head on your chest so you can play with his hair. Your legs are tangled together, and every once in a while his arms around your chest hug you just a bit tighter.

Even though you’re not usually in the mood for more once he’s done, he always makes sure that he’s not leaving you wanting. “I’d rather stay like this right now. Surprise me with something sweet tomorrow.”

You’re both too tired and emotionally drained to have a longer conversation about what happened. For now, you do tell him that you’re sorry you had to cancel plans with him and you’d like to make it up to him later. He apologizes for the disappointment and jealousy that set him off and caused tonight's outburst.

“I nearly used the safeword,” you admit quietly after a few minutes of silence. He tilts his head up so he can see your expression more clearly.

“The bite?” he guesses knowingly. Your pants are what probably kept him from drawing blood, but he startled himself with the viciousness of it.

“It was tolerable at first but it hurt more the longer it went on.” You smile and brush his hair back. “I know you weren’t trying to hurt me on purpose.”

He sighs quietly and doesn’t speak for a moment. “No, even during the worst of it, I never want to hurt you that badly. In the haze of it all, it’s easy to underestimate the power I use but I try not to get carried away.” He squeezes you tightly. “I love you. Please stop me if I do something like that again. I don’t want you to suffer with that sort of pain.”

After a few minutes of whispered conversation and featherlight kisses, you nudge him off you and roll onto your side. He clings to your back and puts his arm around you so he can hold you close and nuzzle into your neck.

“Maybe we should get you a mouth guard?” you ask him with a hint of amusement, stifling a yawn as you close your eyes.

“I’ll add it to the list along with your new pants,” he quips, chuckling into your hair. You don’t respond, but he smiles when he hears you snore not long after.

He lays awake and holds you close, pressing his ear to your back so he can listen to your heartbeat until he falls asleep.

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star-centric · 8 months

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Ooo somewhat angsty request: when would be the first time MC saw each of the obey me brothers cry, and what's the best way to support them in that situation?

PAIRINGS: Obey Me Brothers x Gender Neutral!Reader

NOTE: *rubs hands together menacingly* I’ve been waiting for this one 😈 I definitely see myself exploring this idea again in the future (or even redoing this, idk yet tho 👀)

CW: angst (but not soul crushing), all of the guys are very vulnerable in this, gender neutral reader, minor spoilers for the first game (don’t worry, it’s not about *that* scene), no NB spoilers since I’m behind in the game </3

When you see LUCIFER cry for the first time, it was late at night, where he believed that he was the only soul awake in the house- until you poked your head in the study, concern etched on your face.

He had one of his cursed records playing, the gentle music softly filling the air as he poured another glass of Demonus, gloves long forgotten. The simple smile he wore on his face only was a mask of what he was feeling.

He looked so…tired. So defeated.

“I try to give my brothers a good life- a life not only reminiscent of the one they lost from before, but a life even better than that. A life that they deserve.” He began, finger toying with the rim of his glass. “But I failed.”

You remained quiet as Lucifer let out a bitter laugh, “I failed- I let all of them down. I let down my brothers, I let down Lord Diavolo, I let down Michael, I let down my Father- all of them. I‘ve became a disappointment in the Celestial Realm, and I’m continuing to do so even now in the Devildom.”

You’ve never seen Lucifer so vulnerable before- you’ve always seen him act so unbothered, his pride refusing to let him reveal too much. He’s always been the one to lead, the one his family would go to for anything, the one that would sacrifice himself without a moment’s hesitation. He was the glue holding everything together, but everything wears thin with time.

He picked up the glass, swirling it around before setting back down with a harsh thud, sighing.

“I’ve let you all down. And that in and of itself is unforgivable-“

Lucifer flinched when he felt your hand on his cheek, thumb gently wiping under his eye. He was confused for a moment before he felt something wet trail down his other cheek. He wiped at it only to notice his vision getting a bit blurry-

How long has it been since he cried?

A few of his tear drops landed on his documents below, yet as he glanced up at you, you didn’t say a word. You didn’t point out how unguarded he was being, you didn’t interrupt him- you merely listened and wiped away his tears with a gentle smile lining your cheeks.

Lucifer couldn’t stop his tears after that, and he found himself grasping onto you as they continued.

When you see MAMMON cry for the first time, it’s in your room.

He was avoiding everyone today including you, and while it left you worried, you gave him some space. When you got back to your room, you noticed the door ajar- and when you opened it fully, you noticed a figure curled into your bed, a mop of messy white hair poking out from your blankets. You peeked over to see if he was asleep-

You didn’t have time to react as he grabbed and pulled you down to him.

Mammon buried his head into the crook of your neck and tightened his arms around you, hiding his face completely.

You wanted to ask what was wrong- what he was going through, for him to talk to you- but no words needed to be exchanged as he shook in your grasp, feeling your shirt getting damp. You didn’t have it in you to ask anymore.

All you did was comb your fingers through his locks as he quietly sobbed.

You’re not sure how long you stayed there, curled up against one another, but he eventually went still, soft snores passing through his lips.

It didn’t matter what the issue was- whether it was just a bad day or worse- you would always be there for him.

When you see LEVIATHAN cry for the first time, it’s in the privacy of his room.

You were binge-watching a new anime, one that had you both invested. It was about an immortal finding love after centuries- you were surprised Levi wanted to finish watching it after discovering it was a romance, but you were glad nonetheless (even if he couldn’t hide his flushed face).

You were nearing the end of the series when you heard sniffling.

You glanced to see Levi with tears building up in his eyes, threatening to fall.

You tried to look away but he already caught you staring.

The tips of his ears were burning red as he flinched, “Don’t- don’t look at me MC!”

“Levi, you know there’s nothing wrong with crying right?”

“Sti-Still! It’s embarrassing!”

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about! It’s sad, it’s emotional-“ you explained. “If it makes you feel better, I kinda want to cry too.” Which wasn’t a lie- your eyes were starting to sting a little. You knew how the outcome was going to be for the main characters, but it still felt like a gut punch to see.

You didn’t want to overwhelm Levi, so you gently linked your pinkie with his. You were happy that he didn’t flinch away from you this time.

“Just know that you’re not alone, okay?”

Levi shyly nodded his head, and you felt him slightly squeeze your pinkie. He knew that he wasn’t, but that wasn’t what got him emotional.

What got him emotional was seeing the immortal, holding their elderly lover in his arms as they passed on. The lover aged as time passed, but the immortal stayed the same- except they were alone again like how they were centuries ago.

No matter how many happy moments the characters had in the show together, it was bound to end in tragedy.

And it brought Levi back to reality.

Back to the reality that he would eventually lose you in the same way.

When you see SATAN cry for the first time, it was in his demon form.

You’ve seen him before like this after he lashed out in the past, spiky tail whipping furiously behind him, green eyes showing nothing but fury. You know that he tries to keep his anger under control, but it still got the best of him at times.

But you didn’t see any anger this time.

You only saw anguish.

There Satan was, kneeled on the ground with tears welling up in his eyes with ripped and scattered objects tossed around the room, a result of destructive rage from before.

“I’ll never been seen for myself, will I?”

Satan’s eyes stayed on the ground, never meeting your own. “I’ll only ever be seen as my sin, as an extension of my older brother- never as myself.”

He shoulders trembled as he let out a bitter laugh that filled the room.

“I know I shouldn’t expect anything different. I should be used to it by now, but- why does it still bother me?”

His smile did nothing to hide his pain, crystal tears cascading down his cheeks.

“Why does it still hurt MC?”

You joined him on the floor and pulled him in your arms, holding onto him as he broke down.

When you see ASMODEUS cry for the first time, you thought it was a ploy at first.

You’ve seen Asmo bring tears to his eyes on a whim when he’s trying to get his way or be dramatic, so to see the same thing happen now wasn’t anything new. You were painting each others nails when you asked him if he’s ever been in love before-

“Of course MC! I love all of my fans dearly and they love me-“

“No, not that kind of love. Like true love- has someone ever told you they love you genuinely?”

“Hm, I don’t…”

When you saw the dejected look in his eyes, you became aware that it wasn’t a ploy at all.

You didn’t look up when he went quiet, concentrating on finishing the final coat on his nails. It wasn’t until you saw something wet drip onto his hand that made you glance up, seeing a single tear roll down his cheek with a forced smile.

“…I don’t know.” He choked out.

Asmo always soaked in the admiration from his fans- but that’s all it was, admiration. They loved the Asmo that they saw in the Fall, the Asmo that they saw on Devilgram- they loved the Asmo that they saw, but did they really know him enough to say they truly love him?

Did they love the Asmo you see or Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust?

“People love me and I love my fans, but why does it still feel so empty?” The smile on his face that he was so used to flashing soon fell, more tears steadily rolling down his flushed cheeks.

Despite what his sin is, Asmo did believe in true love. He believed that one day he found find someone to pour his heart and soul into and get the same in return. Even after he fell and lost his beautiful wings, he still held on to his wish of finding that person.

He started to imagine that person was you.

But he was scared that you didn’t picture him that way. That you only saw him as the Avatar of Lust.

For once, Asmo felt insecure, and he could do nothing but soak in the warmth he was afraid of losing as you held him sobbing.

When you saw BEELZEBUB cry for the first time, it catches you off guard.

You only went to grab some water, waking up and walking to the kitchen in your dazed state.

It wasn’t a surprise to see Beel there with a meal- but it was a surprise to see him wiping away tears, food untouched.

Any sleepiness washed away when you rushed to him, already by his side, asking him what’s wrong.

“I had another nightmare.” He sniffled, refusing to make eye contact with his body tense. “About Lilith.”

Your breath hitched- Beel told you once about his nightmares, but never what it was about. You only assumed how horrible it was from the faraway look he had in his eyes. It never crossed your mind that it was about his sister-

“I saw her MC- it’s always the same,” Beel balled up his fists, baring his fangs. “I’m always too late to save her- why couldn’t I save her?!”

He was no longer hiding his frustration or tears, which were freely rolling down his cheeks. All you could do was listen as he tried his best not to break down under the kitchen lights.

“You protected her, Beel.” You softly spoke, reaching to hold his hand. “You all did more than enough to protect her, and I know that she doesn’t blame you.” You lightly squeezed his hand, “She knows that it’s not your fault. None of it was.”

You’re not sure how long you sat there holding Beel, sobbing out broken apologies to his dear sister who would never hear them.

When you see BELPHEGOR cry for the first time, it was in his sleep.

You spent the night in the twins room, bundled up next to him as you were beginning to doze off. Belphie clung on to you, mumbling something incoherent as he slept. But before you could get lost in your dreams, you felt his grip growing tighter around you.

You brushed off the minor discomfort, only turning to then hear something that truly woke you up-

Belphie whimpering.

You blinked away any sleepiness, turning to see his face twisted in pain, fresh tear staining his cheeks. His hands were clenching onto you tight, whimpering soon turning into a chorus of “no” and “please”.

You shook him awake before he could continue, hair stuck to his forehead as his eyes shot open, panting. He scanned the room before landing on you, pulling you closer into him, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. No doubt he had a nightmare.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Belphie took a long pause. “…Everyone hated and blamed me for everything, for all of our problems. You all forced me to leave, and I was casted out of my home- again.”

You did nothing but soothe him as you felt him tremble again, your neck becoming damp as he started to quietly sob. “You know that won’t ever happen Belphie-“

“I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Just- stay with me…please?”

“Of course.”

You felt his tail wrap around your waist as he sobbed out a thank you. You combed your fingers through his locks, lulling him back to sleep- hopefully to better dreams.

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lost-in-lamentation · 11 months

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new feelings

a/n: i want to scratch behind his ears. he’d love it and i’m right about this. also what was supposed to be a short drabble ended in a mini fic. apologies.

content: nightbringer satan is a force to be reckoned with, until he meets you. featuring mammon being a good brother.

warnings: satan is (somewhat) mad.

slight angst, mostly fluff. hurt/comfort. satan x gen!reader (you/your).

word count: 1.5k.

after a long day of errands, you returned to the house of lamentation to drop off some food for the seven lords. even if they weren’t the brothers from your original timeline, you knew they caused just as much trouble as the ones you were already accustomed to living with. so, to no one’s surprise, you walked through the front door only to be greeted by a half destroyed hallway. a grimace blanketed your face as you took in your surroundings. you weren’t taken aback by how much damage was done, but rather by the sight of mammon rushing to get everything clean. “mammon,” you called out, placing the bags you were carrying down at your feet. “what happened?”

the second eldest snapped his head around at the sound of his name. you wondered if it was relief that flickered across his face when he made eye contact with you. “jeez, it’s just you. thought lucifer was home early.” he quickly returned to work, throwing pieces of what you assumed was a broken vase into a nearby trash can. “satan got mad, ended up nearly breaking the place.”

“is he okay?” you picked up your bags again, moving to drop them off in the doorway that led to the kitchen.

mammon shrugged to you from the other side of the hall. “dunno. told him that if he went to his room and calmed down, i wouldn’t tell lucifer what happened.”

the pieces clicked inside your head. “ah, that’s why you got worried when i came in.” mammon shot you a nod while he kept cleaning. “and that’s why you’re working so hard for once.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?!” his golden eyes flashed at the remark angrily. “tch, just don’t want lucifer yellin’ at him again. satan ends up worse than he was if lucifer starts with the lectures. now either help me or scram, you’re distracting me.”

you were glad to see that even in this timeline, mammon was still mammon. “i’m gonna go check on satan then.”

suddenly, mammon appeared directly in front of you. “oi, i don’t need ya making him more angry than he is.” you wondered what sort of thoughts the second born was having. “so… if you go, be careful. don’t say anything dumb, you hear me?!”

“i wouldn’t dare,” you replied with a smile. mammon said nothing in return, but instead gave you a huff before going to throw the broken vase away. quietly, you turned on your heel and started making your way over to the blonde's room. a part of you was worried; this satan hadn't completely warmed up to you the same way the one you knew had. of course, you were working on it, but with the way things were, satan proved to be an even harder challenge the second time around. when you arrived at his room, you debated whether to knock or to call for him through the door. satan ended up making the decision for you.

"lucifer, if that's you out there, i am going to throw every single one of my cursed books at you," satan shouted, his voice threatening.

talking through the door it is, you thought. “it’s just me,” you called, keeping your voice light. “can i come in?” you held your breath for a while, waiting and hoping for permission. satan never responded, but you heard the sound of his door unlocking. relieved, you exhaled softly, opening the door just enough to poke your head inside. “satan?” you internally cursed at the way his room was practically pitch black. his figure was barely visible, and your only guiding lights were his glinting green eyes. you shut the door behind you, locking it again so you didn’t risk the brothers (lucifer) walking in. with equal parts memory and guessing, you made your way across the room without knocking a stack of books over. “hi,” you whispered to him, crouching just a bit in front of him.

“hey,” satan whispered back after a few seconds of silence. you ignored the way his voice wavered at the end.

you waited to see if he would keep talking, but you only saw his irises disappear from sight as he closed his eyes. “can i sit next to you?”

the way his eyes fluttered open reminded you of the way you had seen black cats with green eyes in the dark. it was captivating, if you were going to be honest. distracted by how they looked, you almost missed the way his gaze darted between you and the spot next to him. you obliged happily and settled yourself next to him, making sure there was enough distance between the two of you before leaning back onto the bed frame that propped you up.

after some time, satan shifted in his position next to you. “why are you in here?” his voice was rough, almost akin to a snarl.

“i’m your attendant. i’m supposed to make sure everyone is doing okay.” you answered plainly, but satan wasn’t satisfied. you could hear the way his breath sharpened. “plus, you did agree to let me in.”

the avatar of wrath clicked his tongue, the end of his tail tapping the floor repeatedly, “you could have just asked from outside. you shouldn’t come in when i’m… like this.” satan kept his eyes trained on the ground, refusing to meet yours.

“like what, satan?”

satan stood up abruptly, forcing you to shuffle to the side and fall back onto your hands. “like this, MC,” he growled, his face hovering just in front of yours. “while i’m angry, while i barely have any control over what i’m doing or saying. why would you come here knowing that?!”

it took a moment for you to gain your bearings. his breaths were shallow, rapid, and he bared his teeth at you menacingly. slowly, you reached for your d.d.d., pulling it out of your pocket and tapping the screen awake. “you wanna see the cat i found while walking over here?”

the expression on satan’s face morphed into confusion when you pointedly ignored what he asked. “that… that’s not answering my question,” he started mumbling. the demon stared at you, his wrath slowly being replaced by hesitant curiosity. “you’re not afraid of the fact that i might rampage?”

smiling gently, you shook your head. you were still waiting for the question that the satan in your timeline would have asked. “i took some nice pictures of her. she was a really pretty blue-”

satan grabbed your hand in his, pushing it down so your phone wasn’t blocking his line of sight towards you. “you’re not afraid of me?”

there it is. you shook your head again, your free hand tugging on his to pull him down next to you. “of course not.” your hand opened to free his own, but satan only grasped onto you tighter when you tried to let go.

“why not?”

“why would i be?” you watched as the emotions danced through his eyes. hints of confusion, anger, and wonder all took their turns in his gaze. it- no, he was mesmerising. he always has been to you.

relenting, satan finally slumped into the spot next to you, his hand still holding yours tightly. his head hovered above your shoulder, and his other hand reached out, unsure of where his boundaries lay. “all of them have told you i’m dangerous. that i’m just the angry version of lucifer.” you felt him press into your side tentatively. his shaking breaths did well to betray the enraged expression he wore on his face.

“well, i think that you’re satan.” it was like your heart shattered when you heard the blonde choke up. you placed your d.d.d. on the floor, reaching up to guide his head to finally rest on your shoulder. satan flinched at the contact on his head, but soon relaxed into your touch when he felt your fingertips press into all the right spots. “you’re not so dangerous; they just don’t know how to deal with some things yet.”

satan pressed his face into you, his eyelashes tickling the side of your neck. you couldn’t help but remember why you had fallen for your own satan. “some things being me?” his question was accompanied by a light sniffle.

you pretended not to hear it. “yeah, but they’ll come around. i know they will.” you observed the way satan clenched and unclenched his fist; you remembered it as a nervous habit of his. “call it a gut feeling.” murmuring, you touched your cheek to the top of his head, testing the waters that were his emotions. when satan didn’t pull away, you fully rested your head on top of his, praying that he would accept you.

beside you, satan released a sigh that shuddered through his core. you felt him squeeze your hand one more time before he gave in to you, his entire body falling against yours. there were many things that he was feeling, but satan could only focus on the way you made him feel safe. it was new for him. the fourth born didn’t always deal well with new emotions, but maybe just this once, he’d welcome it with an open heart.

a/n: i love him i love him i lo

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demonvibez · 6 months

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[Yandere] Satan ♡

Characters: Yan! Satan x GN! Reader Rating: Mature [Minors DNI] Tags: dark content, stalking, manipulation, possessiveness, dubcon, drugging, implied violence/murder, reprogramming, spanking, smut, penetration, dom/sub, hand binding, whipping, mind control, no specified pronouns/body parts for reader Word Count: 2k+ A/N: Happy Birthday to the Avatar of Wrath! Love my lil angy demon so so much, just had to give him a yan hc ♡ Pls enjoy!

♡ Yandere Satan, who studies you like one of his favorite murder mysteries. He yearns to know everything about you - every like or dislike, thoughts, dreams, nightmares... He needs to know everything about you.

-> He slips into your room and looks through your things when you're not home, making sure to look through your private notes. He's gone through your phone once or twice - and once he gets closer to you, he bullies Leviathan into showing him how to put spyware and keyloggers on your DDD.

-> He even goes so far as to breaking into Lucifer's private study to find your file and gain every little bit of insight he can about you. Any info from your life in the human realm, and he'll take it to use to his advantage - all so he can map out the perfect plan to guide you right into his arms.

-> He keeps all of this information about you in a secret journal, cursed for his eyes only. Every single one of your preferences - whether it is your favorite foods, or music, your personal opinions, your past memories, your turn-ons, your preferred sleeping positions, what makes you smile, what makes you wrathful…anything he can find. He has it all perfectly organized in his Little Black Book of You.

♡ Yandere Satan, who meticulously plans the perfect dates for the two of you - every detail thought of in advance.

-> He pours hours and hours into researching the perfect evening together, daydreaming your reactions in his mind as he plans it all out. Sometimes his daydreams get carried away, thoughts of having his way with you dancing in his head - causing him to need to relieve himself with the pair of panties he stole from your room.

-> Sometimes the dates seem too perfect, with bizarre details you don't remember telling him about yourself. Best not to question it - he went through all the trouble to make the day perfect for you.

-> He has all of your anniversaries committed to memory - he'd certainly never forget such an important day. He has a section in his secret journal with all of your special days charted out - every little first in your relationship, and he plans dates to commemorate them all. He's sickly romantic, to the point that he may build his expectation of these events a little too high. And on the days that you don't remember these little anniversaries, his rages builds up, threatening to spill over through gritted teeth and a sinister smile - Do you not love him?!?

♡ Yandere Satan, who uses his connections to keep tabs on you - even when you think he's not there, he's got an eye on you. He's just keeping you safe.

-> Of course he is able to get his brothers to easily comply with him in regards to keeping an eye on you - since they all adore you, it isn't hard for Satan to convince them that it's in your best interest. He's the demon closest to you, and he needs this information in order to adequately keep you safe - one of the rare times in all of Devildom history that he willingly follows an order from Lucifer…or at least, that's what he told them.

-> He also has his network of spies looking after you - regardless of if you are with his brothers or not. He can't always trust them to be completely honest with all of the details of their whereabouts with you - they adore you far too much, after all. A little Grimm and a few thinly veiled threats, and Satan's spies are always trailing you in the shadows, eagerly ready to report back. Whether it is Mammon and Asmodeus getting too handsy, or the Majolish shopkeeper's eyes lingering on you for too long, Satan punishes each of them accordingly.

-> And if any of his little spies get too close to you, or so much as look at you in a way he deems unfit, his wrath will eviscerate them in the utmost agonizing ways - mercy is not his strong suit. It only takes one or two of his spies to go missing, before other demons start to get the hint and start showing you proper respect. They never address you directly, or even so much as look at you - everyone always report directly to him, and scatter quickly after, fearful that the slightest mistakes may cost them their lives.

-> The same goes for anyone his spies tells him of; anyone getting too touchy or chatty with you would suddenly disappear, and your time would slowly start being dominated by him. This even applies to your classes as well - your potions lab partner? You were told they suddenly transferred. That one group project for Seductive Speechcraft? Oddly enough, your entire group contracted some type of rare Devildom virus and had to be quarantined indefinitely - but luckily for you, your loving boyfriend was right there to help pick up their slack the entire way. He always insists.

♡ Yandere Satan, who would stop at nothing to keep you by his side forever.

-> He'll forge whatever documents needed to keep you in the realm far past the exchange program ends. He believes Diavolo and Lucifer will be none the wiser, but they do notice and ultimately let it slide - wanting nothing more than to avoid a reimagining of the Celestial Rebellion.

-> While he's manipulating documents, he takes it upon himself to alter your class schedule. What better way to keep you on a tight leash than to have you be his little shadow throughout the school day - this way he can keep you close, and continue keep an eye out for any undesirables.

♡ Yandere Satan, who insists you spend all of your time, reading with him, alone in his room.

-> He wants to fill your mind with a curated knowledge, brainwashing you into being his perfect little darling pet. Everything from dark romantic novels, blood ritual spell books, BDSM manuals...he spends hours reciting them all with you, his eager little student, perched upon his lap.

-> Despite how stern his tone may be, and the scowl displayed on his face, he secretly loves it when your attention wanes or you start to fall asleep - he loves giving you a little punishment. The way you perk up, the way his hand stings as the flesh of your thigh ripples, the way you apologize profusely with your eyes wide and promises of being a good little kitten…he just can't over how obedient you can be for him, or how much it truly arouses him.

-> It's through his lectures that he breaks you down and remolds you into his perfect little pet, your identity one of his creation. Slowly your thoughts and interests shift, so that you and him are of the same mind. He loves being able to anticipate what you're going to say next and answering for you instead, a feeling of satisfaction washing over him as you just stand there and nod along with him.

-> The use of your pact has been tested to the point where he can now take control of you, if he ultimately has to. He only truly enjoys using that in the bedroom with you, but he takes complete control of you if he feels he needs to. He wants your feelings and actions towards him to be (mostly) genuine, so he tries to keep that to a minimum.

♡ Yandere Satan, who cooks all of your meals for you, slipping a lil something extra into your food or drinks every so often.

-> Sometimes he slips an aphrodisiac into your wine, teasing you mercilessly about how needy you are for him before he fucks you raw into the early hours of the next morning. Of course you'd beg for him and his cock, don't you know he's the only one for you? Such a silly human, he'll have you whining it before long.

-> Other times, he doesn't want you to leave - so he casually slips various sedatives into your drinks or your snacks, and keeps you in his room for himself. He always teases you when you wake up, joking about how tired you always are. He makes you put on his shirt and get comfortable - you might as well make yourself at home.

♡ Yandere Satan, who starts wars with his brothers when it comes to you.

-> You've lost track of the amount of times he has destroyed parts of the house in retaliation to Lucifer's punishment of you - you've stopped trying to prevent it, lest the wrath be turned on you. You learned that the hard way one day, and now just let him interact with his brothers as he sees fit.

-> Which he certainly is training his brothers how to interact with you. Lucifer eventually begins to grow tired of the Avatar of Wrath's explosive fits, prompting him to somewhat avoid the two of you. The brothers that are more prone to showing you physical affection, well...he physically threatens them, and you start to see them reign themselves in and be more platonic.

♡ Yandere Satan, who has no idea of the difference between love and obsession.

-> He is extremely possessive of you, getting easily irritated if you accept invitations for plans with other people - why would you want to spend your time with them when you have him? He'll be having a chat with them, unbeknownst to you, and out of the blue you get a text cancelling. He holds you in his arms and kisses you as he talks about how you don't need flaky friends like them anyway - you'll always have him and he's all that you need.

-> He needs to be with you every second of every day. You're the first person in his life that's ever made him feel like this - why wouldn't he wanna spend every moment of his time with you? Not only have you been spending more time in his room, but you start to notice his insistence on keeping the gifts he gives you in his room permanently. Then, one random night while you were asleep in his bed, a mysterious fire burns down your room - and most of your belongings with it. 'No need to worry though, darling. I've got everything you need; you've already been staying here anyways, lets look at this as an opportunity.'

♡ Yandere Satan, who wears a mask around you, the ever poised and refined demon he makes himself out to be in public - it's so easy with you around after all, you have an effect that naturally calms him.

-> He does occasionally fly into a rage, but it's always in a private room with one of his targets - someone he'll be sure you never see again. The screams of his victims are like a soothing lullaby, the taste of their blood satisfying him like a delicious Demonus.

-> There are the very rare occasions in which his anger is pointed at you. He'd never raise a hand to you - he'd rather burn down the realm than truly hurt you. But he will be rough with you when he fucks you angrily - binding you with ropes, whipping you with his tail, and using your holes to his satisfaction. Don't you know that you're his to do with as he pleases? Maybe if he fucks your head empty, you'll be a more obedient little kitten for him.

♡ Yandere Satan, who will never let go once he sinks his claws into you.

-> While holding you in his arms he laments to you over the turmoil of learning to love, kissing you gently and passionately as he professes he only feels this way for you. "You must have me under some kind of spell," he whispers sweetly into your ear. He knows for a fact that you have bewitched him, even if you didn't mean to, making him feel all of these emotions that were so foreign to him before he met you. He never wants to let this feeling go - and he doesn't ever intend to.

-> He would tear all three realms to the ground with his own bare hands if it means he can keep you at his side - and you know he has the ability to do precisely that. No one is safe when they try to stand between the two of you...

"You truly are something else, kitten. There is nothing in existence that can keep you away from me."

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mammonswhore · 11 months

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The Day Before the Test

tags: Satan x afab!fem!mc.

warnings: cockwarming, soft dominant behavior, studying, overstimulation, established relationship, very fluffy and domestic at the end.

"Fuck..." Satan grunts as his fingers sink on MC´s flesh as she tries to keep steady and keep on reading. That´s what this was all about.

"I can´t... Is too much" She whines, bouncing (or trying to do so) on a foolish attempt to get some sort of movement or reaction from him. Sadly her attempts were shut down as Satan´s fangs sank on her shoulder making her yelp in pain.

"You look so whorish like this, love." He says sadly, grabbing her face and forcing her to look at him sideways. "I am sorry but you should´ve studied and I wouldn´t have to be doing this."

His voice sounds silk smooth, as if he were soothing the scars of his nails on her hips. He sounds angelic even for someone born from wrath. Satan is lovely, he is a gentleman and a man of honor so he can´t let his precious girlfriend to fail.

"It´s for your own good" He said when he proposed his idea. It worked, it really did. Satan promised MC to try on tail fucking if she passed her test with more than average and since he is a caring boyfriend he offered himself to help. MC thought of flashcards, timers, his own notes even but not cockwarming him for two and a half hours as she read and took notes from her study books.

Tears accumulate on her eyes, it´s been two hours of shaking, whining and pleading yet he seemed so calm and composed. MC couldn´t take it anymore, a choked sob escaping her as she collapsed on his desk.

"The mitochondrion has two membranes, one internal and one external, in the middle of them there is an intermembrane where there are protons that adhere to the smallest proteins to pass to the internal membrane and reach the mitochondrial cristae... Please... Please just..." MC talks between cries, begging for him.

There were no other words to describe it other than pathetic yet for Satan it was lovely, soothing even. Slowly he caressed her cheek and nodded with a smile. Satan pulled his chair back, his hands traveled to the back of MC´s thigh as he quickly stood up making her tears flow as a loud painful erupted from her throat.

"Can you walk?" He asks softly, putting her down to the floor and twirling her to face him. She nods and walks to Satan´s bed, a few steps that were quick yet they seemed like an eternity for both of them. MC sat on the edge of the bed looking drained and oh so divine. Satan could swear he could gobble her up, to him there was nothing more heavenly than her.

"Change of idea... You are going to ride me because I am still not sure if you have learned enough. Hop in, pretty girl." He smirks as he sits down and pulls her by the waist, she whines in complain and positions herself to sink him in in one sitting.

Satan interlocks their hands together as his free hand pushes her down on him, she moans and babbles little thank you´s repeatedly as Satan did all the effort of bouncing her up and down on him.

The sound of skin against skin filled the room, Satan´s moans were muffled as he bit down on MC´s breasts, twirling his tongue around her nipple. She shudders as she bounces herself in, pushing him down to the bed, he complies and is mesmerized with the view on top of him.

She bewitched him in all senses, his mind clouded with the fervor of having her in such a filthy manner. She was the only delusion he could fully indulge in without losing his pride, his affection knew no bounds if it was his one and only lover.

Satan grabbed MC´s waist as he started thrusting into her at a hurry, he couldn´t concentrate on anything anymore as she stabilized herself on his chest. Her back arched at the pleasure, as soon as he was sure she wouldn´t fall off, his hand traveled from her waist to her center to stimulate her so her walls could suck him dry. MC´s body jolts briefly as her orgasm approaches, her whines and moans get louder as she pleads mercy from him.

To her, Satan was completely lost on his element. Some of his blonde hair strands were sticking to his forehead, green eyes half lidded as he only stared at her in awe, mouth open gasping for air, cheeks flushed red, his neck was full of bites and scratches and so were his shoulders, MC could see exactly were their skins met. His free hand sank on her flesh, his grip cutting a little wound on her body making MC cry in pain. The feeling of her orgasm hitting her as pain and pleasure became one, the sensation only being topped with the overstimulation of Satan thrusting inside of her at a ferocious pace to reach for his own orgasm with a loud squealing noise.

Both of them panted as MC´s body gave up completely and fell on top of Satan who remained quiet as he hugged her tightly feeling himself go soft inside of her.

"Was this a heads up for when I have to study 'how to seduce a demon to give me his kids' lesson 1: be me" MC says tiredly, making Satan laugh and squeeze her.

"Shut up, if you want my kids so badly then better get studying because I will not have kids with a lazy procrastinating ass like yours." Satan jokes back getting himself a lazy slap on his chest, making him chuckle.

"Fine! But only because our kids will hate me if I make them stupid."

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kiskisur · 7 months

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you noticed a green-eyed guy staring at your legs which was crossed, smiling widely as he pretended to look at something else. "I have a dick."

you commented, rolling your eyes as you expected him to be shock and distance himself but noo.. his hand travelled to your thighs, squeezing it "even better"

and before you knew it you were in his house.

"my name is Satan if you wanna know." he raised your chin, causing you to blush as you tried to avoid eye contact.

"aw come on now, is pretty boy shy? you were looking soo confident earlier saying you had a dick~" the blonde hair teased, his fingertips brushing on your skin.

"you l-little Ungh.. stop teasing m-me, please.." you shivered when his hands traveled down to the bulge in your pants, palming it.

"nngH- aAah~ you- oh s-shit." his hands slipped inside your pants, pulling it down to reveal your cock that was standing so proud in your stomach.

"you're enjoying yourself, you want more?" he laughed softly, licking your sensitive nipples causing your back to arch at the sudden sensation.

IMPORTANT <- must read.

IMPORTANT 2.

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hopeluna-archived · 7 months

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satan drabble?

drabble ask game

"My parents want us to break up"

"What?", Satan is sure his heart just momentarily stopped at the thought of you breaking up with him.

"My parents don't like you"

Satan doesn't know how to feel at the way you look so unbothered, shrugging casually as you make yourself comfortable on the seat beside him, sipping a warm tea. "So, how did the cat meeting with Solomon go?", he's now more confused at the way you changed the topic so nonchalantly.

"Your parents haven't yet met me, how could they dislike me?", slipping a bookmark in between the pages, the blond sets aside the book, now turning to you with furrowed brows.

"Huh?", you take another sip of the honey tea, "my parents? Oh yeah that!"

Satan's fingers subconsciously drum on the table faintly, waiting for you to continue.

"Well, I told them about you and you know, how we met and everything", you shrug again, peaking absent mindedly over his shoulder to, he presumes, see what book he was reading.

Meanwhile, Satan is confused for a bit on what would make your parents not like him when, almost comically, the lightbulb in his head turns on. "You didn't tell them about how I.....threatened to kill you, did you?", he feels himself cringing at his past actions.

You tap a finger on your chin in thought before taking another sip relaxed, quite opposite to the anxious aura Satan was giving out right now, "yeah- I think I might've"

Satan facepalms internally, no wonder your parents don't like him.

"I also might have mentioned your name being Satan and all-", you frown slightly when you go to take another sip of tea and realize its finished, "- they think your parents might have been into satanism or something"

You and Satan, grin and cringe simultaneously at the pun.

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cherrieflavouredheadcanons · 1 year

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Oh memories

Getting sent back in time hurts even more if the person you love has no memories of you, yet you remember everything.

Warnings: Emotional hurt, No comfort, crying, you basically go through your phone and remember sweet moments with your boyfriend you can’t have anymore.

Auhtors note: So as Satan is my favourite character, and Nightbringer is making me sad with some of the moments. I decided how to better cope that than with writing a small one shot. Also english is not my first language nor have I written for Obey me before but I hope you all enjoy this anyway!

You were lying in your bed in Cacytus hall, wide awake during the middle of the night scrolling through your camera roll.

It held pictures that now were more dear to you than ever before.

Whenever night came your thoughts were flooded with memories of the past, or rather the future, the time which you are originally from.

Solomon did his best to distract you during the evenings the two of you spend together.

He often offered you that he would take over the cooking so you could enjoy the evening after a stressful day of being a demon babysitter, luckily you always convinced him to either let yourself cook or to just order food, him still not catching onto the fact that you are doing everything in your power to hinder him from cooking.

The small smile that had begun to form on your face at that thought quickly fell as you scrolled to the next photo on your phone. It was a candid shot Asmo had taken of you and Satan as you were cuddling in the blondes room.

He had one arm wrapped around your shoulders, holding you close to him, a book in his other hand, though his grip on it was loose as he had fallen asleep along with you. His head was resting on yours, a content smile on both of your faces.

You felt tears well up in your eyes as you quickly scrolled further, though that only made it worse.

It was a selfie you and Satan took together, both of you had fake cat ears on your heads. You were smiling brightly in the camera, while he looked at you with a look on his face as if you had hung the stars upon the night sky.

Scrolling one more time, the photo now was one you took of him. He was gently holding a cat in his arms, cooing at the small ball of fur. You still remembered this day well. The two of you went to a cat cafe, and basically fell in love with a small black and white kitten that had a black nose. It was the one Satan was holding in the picture. It was so cute both of you couldn't help but to try and take it to the House of Lamentation with you. Sadly you were caught by Lucifer when your jacket began meowing.

Tears were now streaming down your face you wondered if you and Satan would ever be like this again? Now whenever he looked at anyone he was full of rage and anger, a look you only saw a few times before, and it had never been directed at you ever since the two of you had started dating. Now it was directed at everyone he came across, be it Lucifer, Asmodeus or you.

Of course you understood that he had basically been just born. He was confused and angry about his own existence, afterall he was the manifestation of someone elses emotions.

You weren’t upset or disappointed with him for acting like this towards you, how could you? He only knows this one emotion and can not control it yet, nor does he even know what other emotions felt like.

Though you did wonder, would you really be able to form a pact with him like this, so you could go back to the Satan you knew and called yours?

Would you even be able to get close to Satan like this? You may seem like a demon to everyone else, but you were still just a human. And Solomon never taught you a “Calm a wrath demon down so you can form a pact” spell.

Putting your phone aside you hugged one of your pillows close to your chest.

If you were in the present you’d now be snuggled against Satan as he holds you close and reads to you so you could fall asleep.

Burying your face in the pillow you were holding you began to sob. You missed these moments with Satan so much. You just wanted him to hold you again and tell you everything will be okay and that he is here for you.

You really hoped you would be able to somehow work all this out as fast as you can, so you can stop being a demon attendant and go back to your time, and back to your Satan.

Your hand unconsciously went to rub the place where Satan’s pact mark used to be, somehow the action still can provide you with a certain sense of calm, despite the mark and pact being gone and having to be reforged.

Closing your eyes as you were starting to fall asleep you hoped that at least tonight you wouldn’t have nightmares of failing your task and Satan never loving you again.

Though just like every other night since travelling back in time, you would be bound to have nightmares, only to have to pretend to be fine in the morning when you had to take care of the seven brothers.

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anintrovertedechoe · 4 months

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MC: hey satan-

satan: im not wearing the neko maid dress, MC.

MC: what if i give you a kissie kiss

satan: nya :3

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certifiedlucifersimp · 1 year

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Baby!Satan : Goodnight Mammon

Mammon : Good night

Mammon : *accidently leaves the door a little bit open*

Baby!Satan : .........

Baby!Satan : *combusts*

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another-lost-mc · 11 months

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SATAN x gn!Reader 2.5k Words | NSFW | Smut -> Prompts: Kissing on the Dance Floor & "Don't blush, I liked it" & Sleepy Cuddles Content warnings: Jealousy (Reader), making out/grinding in public, oral sex/fingering (Reader receiving), penetrative sex. [ Obey Me! Masterlist ]

The House of Lamentation is surprisingly quiet most Friday evenings. Lucifer goes to his private study and nurses a glass of Demonus while he listens to his cursed records. Levi stays up late playing online games with his friends. Beel goes out with his Fangol teammates after their practice, and Belphie usually naps in his room waiting for him to get back. Mammon goes to the casino or a modeling gig if he has one booked, and Asmo likes to spend his night at The Fall or one of the other clubs.

Before you and Satan started dating each other, he used to go out with Asmo most Friday nights too. It gave him a chance to blow off steam and he could forget about his troubles, if only for a few hours. If he was feeling particularly riled up, he followed a witch or lust demon to an empty bathroom stall or dark corner for a little carnal relief. Sometimes he accompanied Asmo to after-parties where he had his pick of whoever he wanted; he would go home afterwards, in the early hours of the morning, feeling more relaxed with no regrets.

Asmo still asks him to go out every once in a while, but his invitation naturally includes you, too. Most of the time, Satan prefers to stay home with you while the others are distracted with their own plans. He doesn’t always say it, but he cherishes your moments of quiet domesticity together and he doesn’t like taking them for granted.

Tonight he gives you the look, the one that says, I would love to dance with you tonight, but only if you want to, love. He smiles at you and reaches for your hand when you nod, and Asmo claps excitedly and urges you both to hurry up and change.

There’s a pop song blaring through the club speakers and it reverberates through the dance floor. Satan’s hands are on your waist and you’re both swaying together along with the music. His eyes stare into yours, and even in the dim club lights, you can see how fondly he looks at you. His smile is more reserved in public, but no less kind or loving.

You offer him nervous smiles of your own, but the crowd around you is distracting. All of the Avatars of Sin naturally draw attention when they go out, and it’s easy to forget that Satan is something of a celebrity in the Devildom. Some of the other club-goers hover in the vicinity, their faces displaying a mixture of unashamed desire for Satan and thinly-veiled jealousy of you. You do your best to ignore it, but dancing and nerves make sweat form along the back of your neck, and you think you need a break.

When the song ends, you point over your shoulder and let Satan know that you’re going to use the washroom and get some water. He offers to go with you, but you shake your head and tell him you won't be long. He doesn't want anything for himself when you ask, but kisses your cheek and urges you to hurry back. His beaming smile is infectious, and you wonder if you're worrying about nothing.

You’re only gone for a few minutes. The bathroom is surprisingly empty and you take a moment to splash your face with cool water and take some deep, calming breaths. You look better leaving than you did when you entered. You head to the bar next; the bartender smiles and slides you an icy-cold glass bottle of water. You gulp down nearly half the bottle in one go and laughter bubbles out of you as you finish your drink happily; you're not normally a jealous person, and you feel so silly.

The current song has a heavy bass line, and the atmosphere in the club feels heavier now too; the demons grind against their dance partners in a way that makes your cheeks grow warm.

You push into the crowd until you spot a familiar head of blonde hair peeking through. You’re about to call out to Satan, but you choke on his name—there’s a witch hanging off one of his arms and an incubus leaning over his other shoulder. You can’t hear them because of the blaring music, but Satan looks annoyed with their persistent attempts to lure him into a dance.

The jealousy you tried to ignore earlier surges through you all over again, and seeing others paw at your lover for attention so shamelessly causes something in you to snap. You march towards them—as best as you can, considering you have to fight the crowd of dancers to get there—and Satan’s face lights up with relief when he sees you. He calls your name while he nudges away his old club acquaintances, but you surprise him by reaching for the collar of his shirt and pulling him into a kiss. He isn’t expecting it and he stumbles towards you, and the busybodies clinging to him fall away.

He grunts against your mouth but it quickly turns into a moan as he melts into the kiss. He opens his lips so your tongue can flick greedily at his. One of his hands cradles the back of your neck while the other slides down your body and curls around your hip. Everything else seems to fade away except for the hot, needy kisses you share. You pull back with a gasp when the passionate kiss leaves you breathless, and Satan licks his lips with a dazed expression on his face.

The others who were trying to get his attention disappeared into the crowd. The victorious satisfaction you feel is quickly replaced by embarrassment, and you stare at your feet and mumble apologies for your impulsive behaviour.

Satan lifts your chin up with his finger and his eyes almost seem to glow in the dark, blazing brightly with affection for you. “I liked it,” he says loud enough for you to hear over the music as he leans forward to kiss you again. This kiss is softer but no less thrilling, and when both his hands are settled on your hips, he encourages you to move with him as a new song starts to play.

Something changes between you as the music’s rhythm guides your movements. Satan urges your hips to press flush against his so he can grind against you, and his hands slowly curl past the swell of your hip so he can grope at your ass. You’re pressed together chest-to-hip, and his hardening cock rubs against you as you move together. He brushes his lips across your temple and down the side of your face, and he licks at the sweat beading along your jaw and down your neck. He nips lightly at your skin with his teeth; you bite your lip to suppress the urge to whine.

He gives up all pretense of dancing when he slips a thigh between your legs and gives you friction to alleviate the burning desire building deep in your belly. Your fingers cling to his shirt and by the time the song ends, you’re nearly delirious with lust for him. He raises his head and his eyes are nearly blown black; his cock twitches against you and he moans when you grind against him just a little more.

“Let’s get out of here,” he suggests with a rough voice, and he doesn’t even wait for your response—he leads you by the hand off the dance floor like a demon possessed, and he takes you home the fastest way he knows how.

Satan kicks at the front door with his foot, and he crowds you against the wall as the door slams shut. He crushes his lips against yours and groans into your mouth when your fingers tangle in his hair and pull him even closer.

The hand on the small of your back coaxes your body into a deeper arch against him, and his other hand slides under the waistband of your pants and into your underwear. You break the kiss to tilt your head back against the wall and moan while his lips instantly latch onto your exposed throat. He scrapes the sensitive skin with his teeth and chases the taste of your sweat-slicked skin.

"Want you," you whimper even as your hands find purchase in his shirt and you give him more access to your neck. You bite your lip to muffle your moans as his greedy fingers explore between your legs.

"Fuck, me too," he pants, but he can't seem to stop touching you either; your skin is so soft and warm. "Your room's closer than mine,” he mumbles as he reluctantly pulls his hand away. The musky scent of your arousal floods his senses, and he's so tempted to drag you down to the floor and mount you right here in the hallway.

"Please," you beg, and he finally relents. You freeze in place when he lifts his glistening fingers and sucks them into his mouth. He hums appreciatively at the taste and smirks around his fingers when he realizes you’re staring.

You can’t take much more of this. You spin on your heel and head towards your room knowing he's not even a step behind you. You're already tugging your shirt over your head when you open the door to your room; he follows you inside and locks the door behind him. He fumbles with his belt and unbuttons his own shirt as his greedy eyes roam your half-naked body. You rummage clumsily through your nightstand for a bottle of lube and toss it onto the bed.

You lay down while he walks towards you, leaving a trail of his discarded clothing on the floor. He's completely bare to you by the time he kneels between your legs. He flicks open your button and fly, and you lift your hips off the mattress so he can shimmy your pants off and toss them to the floor.

You prop yourself up on your elbows and spread your legs for him. You feel so desperate as he leaves a trail of hot, opened-mouth kisses over the curve of your belly and down the inside of your thigh. He glances at you from beneath his lashes and finally licks along the edge of your arousal. He grins against your hot, slick skin when you tilt your head back and breathe out a stuttered moan.

You fall back onto the bed and wind your fingers through his hair as his sinful lips suck greedily, teasing more delicious arousal from your body. You scratch his scalp every time his tongue flicks against you, and you writhe against the sheets underneath him. "Come on, fuck me, please?" you whine. You're already so noisy and he's barely touched you.

Satan’s cock hangs heavy between his legs, and it throbs with every sound you make. No matter how much he wants you, he won't rush this. "Wanna make sure you're ready for me. Don't wanna hurt you," he mumbles against you before he continues his ministrations with his mouth.

He wraps one of his hands around your thigh to keep you steady while his other hand reaches blindly for the lube. It's rushed and sloppy, but he manages to flick the cap open and coat his fingers. He rubs them together so it doesn't feel too cold, but your breath still hitches in anticipation when he circles your entrance.

The slick glide of his first finger inside you rips a breathy moan from your throat. You roll your hips in silent pleas for more, and it's not long before you're fucking yourself on three of his fingers. Your body clenches around the thick digits and he feels how close you are already.

"D'you wanna come on my fingers or my cock?" he asks roughly as he crooks his fingers against the spongy spot inside you.

"Want you inside me," you whine even as you try to take his fingers even deeper inside. "Want you inside me when I come."

There's no way he can possibly refuse you now, and he withdraws his hand from between your legs when he raises up onto his knees and shuffles forward. Your trembling thighs wrap around his waist and the heels of your feet against his back urge him closer.

He braces himself on his arms above you, and you both moan as his cock presses against your entrance and finally slips inside in one long, deep stroke. When you nod, he pulls back and snaps his hips forward. You fist your hands in the sheets to anchor you as his thrusts become faster and harder, his pace quickened by all-consuming lust and unending adoration for you.

Your bedroom fills with the sounds of your bodies moving together, the soft, wet squelch of your body greedily sucking his cock inside your needy hole, and the rhythmic squeaks of your mattress as he attempts to fuck you through it.

You're both cursing and moaning your pleasure, loudly and more frequently as he drives you both towards the edge. He reaches between your bodies and strokes you relentlessly; the hot touch of his hand between your legs again makes you cry out.

"Come on," he pleads, his own voice quivering as he tries to hold back his pleasure so you can reach yours first. "Come on my cock, baby, fuck–"

A few more precise strokes of his hand and deep, grinding thrusts drive you over the edge, and his name stumbles from your lips in a desperate mantra as he fucks you through the aftershocks. Your release is warm and sticky between your bodies, and he comes undone watching you fall apart. He groans your name, a guttural sound from deep within his chest, and he pumps his hips sloppily against yours as he fills your hole with ropes of hot, sticky cum.

He gazes at your face with so much intensity, like he's trying to commit everything about this moment to memory. You're both panting heavily and covered in the evidence of your lovemaking. His cock softens and slips out of you, and you moan gently at the sensation of being empty again. He glances down between your bodies and stares with primitive satisfaction as his release trickles out of you and onto the sheets.

He collapses beside you on the bed and pulls you into his arms. Even though you feel overheated and tacky with sweat, you nuzzle into his embrace. He peppers your face with soft, lazy kisses, and he sighs tiredly against your temple.

"We should probably shower," he murmurs. He reaches for a discarded shirt on the floor and cleans some of the mess between your legs. He tosses the shirt away; he'll help you wash the clothes and bedding tomorrow.

"Too tired," you mumble against his chest with a poorly-concealed yawn. His fingers stroke your back gently and you tangle your legs with his. "This is nice," you whisper.

He nods and kisses your brow. "We should go dancing more often," he teases gently, and he laughs when you whine in embarrassment and bury your face in his chest.

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